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Friday, September 30, 2005

Hurry up!!

I wish my stuff that I ordered from Amazon would get here!!

I submitted it an hour ago and now I have to wait nine days.

That's okay because I went to the bookstore yesterday and have tons to read. I got Diana Gabaldon's newest time travel sex tome ... another book explaining the history of the Freemasons ... a third outlining the journey souls take after their earthly demise, and the 2006 Gemini horosope.

I am truly sorted.

Other than that, I got nothing. It's Friday, and you know what that means. Yes.

Jelly is BACK! that is so exciting.

We are having a cheese and jelly fest Saturday night. wooHOO.

I'll be back next week ... sharper, more focused, and ready to go. Until then, don't let your beans overcook.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

A warm breeze!

What did I tell you? Of course Summer would get here!

And, my fellow San Francisco denizens, ye of little faith ... those who mocked me - and turned away - and did not believe. I would have you look out your window ... and see it has come, as it always does, as constant as a ticking clock ... our most benevolent month of September.

The warm kind hand of the sun, reaching out to caress us, as if we were its kittens. The wind, as soft as a lover's breath... spicy ... delicious.

hah hah hah hah hah just kidding. I'm not that much of a geek. But isn't it nice out? Yay!

Today is that most magical of weekdays ... yes ... Wednesday. The day of long naps, no responsibilities and guaranteed entertainment to look forward to. How little it takes to please me! Is that a sign of great intelligence and utter contentment, or of a dull mind?

You be the judge.

For your pleasure, I have posted a photo of a teeny weeny dog sitting in someone's hand. BOY! he's CUTE!!!!

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Another appearance!

My soulmate has once again posted to datalounge.

Here is what he said, in a discussion of beloved commercials:

This will sound silly, but I am being sincere: the Zoloft commercials with the sad egg-shaped thing, and it's getting rained on all the time, and it can't enjoy the birds flying around, and it feels so lonely, and it sighs... that commercial has actually made tears well up in my eyes, especially if I have had a day where I feel like no one likes me. I'm always relieved when the sun comes out at the end, or it goes to the party and the other eggs like it. I take my reaction to the commercial as further evidence that American drug companies are manipulative and effective merchandizers - Noam Chomsky all over again.

I cannot wait to meet this guy! Here's a thought. As I have postulated, I may have a split personality. (My proof, of course, are these postings at datalounge.) Maybe my soulmate resides within my split psyche, and I am my other half!!

That would be mighty convenient.

I already have everything in common with me! I live by myself, so I (we) wouldn't have to deal with roommates listening in our (my) lovers' quarrels. There will never be a question as to who pays for dates! We could even have an "open" relationship, which would mean that we could date other people, which would be nice, because, after all, I do like occasional manly company. I bet my twin self would like that too, so there would be no inappropriate jealousy.

And, I'll always have a date for weddings, even when the bridal couple can't allow plus ones.

Never again will I be a sad, lonely egg shaped thing!!! Hooray!

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxo

Monday, September 26, 2005

The band that's so good ...

they named them twice.

Yes, indeedy. Duran Duran, live in Golden Gate Park!! Okay, it was Simon, John and I think Andy. Not the whole Fab Five. Still, three's better than none. And they sang three songs. Hungry Like the Wolf and Save A Prayer as well as another song from their NEW ALBUM.

Man! I love these guys! They have the best gig in the whole world. They were rock stars, then they were sort of losers, now they're rock stars again. I wish I was a rock star. I think I'd be really good at it.

There was this nice girl up at the fence who let me and Tex get in front of her so we could have an unobstructed view of the cheese. This girl is all ... like ... when were THESE dudes popular? So I told her you know ... early eighties ... (when the fateful trip to Seattle was made by Cindy and me as well as another person plus Ray of Sunshine Lunchbox Dancing Guy.) She was thoroughly amazed .. WOW! I wasn't even BORN then!! heh heh heh heh heh heh.

It is never a good idea to go to work when you haven't had any sleep. Unfortunately for my rock star aspirations ... and the eagerly awaiting world ... I'm going to have to skip my violin lesson today. I JUST CAN'T MAKE IT because I had too many drinks yesterday. That is the pathetic truth.

I hope everyone's day is filled with dreams coming true, as mine was yesterday!

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Sunday, September 25, 2005

What the hell?

It's 8:30-something on Sunday morning. I don't know why I'm up, or why I'm online. But here I am! Hi!

I have an exciting day in store. Tex and I are going to the Now and Zen concert at Golden Gate Park! Maroon 5 is the headliner. eh. Billy Idol is the warm-up act. Simon LeBon and John Taylor of Duran Duran have promised to join B.I. on stage! I can't wait.

So, as promised: my report on lunch.

That was delicious pizza.
Owner of pizza restaurant: not so much. A nice, pleasant person, but not my type.

But you don't know if you don't try, right? And it gave me an excuse to hang out with Walter, who just married my neato boss person/friend and is a super funny dude. So, all in all, hooray!

I feel as if I've let my newsroom cohorts down though. If only I liked him, I could have scammed free pizza for all. Damn. But I will not sell myself! Even for pizza. Sorry.

Moving on: The fall of fitness is off to a rousing start! I invited Mari over last night and we had ahi and broccoli for dinner. And Popeye's biscuits. Yum! Plus she made cookies. It was a festive feast! At least frugality played a role. We stayed in and watched Disc 1 of Season Six of Sex and the City. Try saying that three times fast. And my house is fresh and clean. I wouldn't leave if it weren't for Simon and John.

See you tomorrow!

Love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Thursday, September 22, 2005

An unhealthy attachment

One of the biggest challenges facing me during this fall of fitness is my life long love affair with butter.

Everything's better with butter! It's not surprising ... after all ... butter is the close cousin of cheese ... which is my bread ... so I guess that makes butter ... my BUTTER!

I cannot eat a dry muffin, nor pale white mashed potatoes. My foods must be glowing with sunshiny, delicious, creamy yummy butter. Truly, along with tylenol P-M, the food of the gods.

Welcome, my people, to the fall of fitness and frugality. It is a well populated landscape, full of cheer. Here are my goals, which are collective unto us all:

1. Lose poundage.

2. Stop spending so much money at Ross (I got the cutest white jacket there today for early morning bike safety. Anna allowed it, because, after all, safety first! SHE got the cutest little fluffy yellow duck suits for the coming twins. oh BOY!)

3. Have fun when at all possible.

4. Always wear cozy slippers while at home. Keep extras on hand for guests.

It's easy. Please, join me.

Today, when I went to Anna's, her little super cutie Donovan was practicing his walking with his grandma. When he saw me, he let go of her hands and took two steps toward me! It was so exciting! Anna had come out of the kitchen, so she saw it, and said these were his first real steps. I wish I could say Donovan learned to walk in his excitement to see me. But the truth is I was wearing this giant silver heart locket around my neck and he was diving for it. He takes after Anna in his love for shiny, sparkly things.

So, Lost. Yes. My mouth hung agape at several scenes. Scary! I am very happy.

Tomorrow I have a lunch date with the father figure of the Happy Bunny family. We are going to get a slice at a certain pizza restaurant. He wants to introduce me to the owner of this establishment because he thinks we might be attracted to each other.

Normally, I wouldn't do this, but dude! THE GUY OWNS A PIZZA RESTAURANT! He has access to pizza at anytime, day or night.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


(theme from Lost)

I have been looking forward to this all summer long. Tonight! The new season of Lost!

I have already accepted the fact we won't learn anything new about the hatch, what happened to Walt, or what's up with that boat full of extras from Deliverance.

And I don't care.

At this point, the shirts must be rotting off these guys ... what with the humidty, the heat, the salt water, etc. Dude.

So here's the plan. I'm going home after work, putting on my most comfy jammies, and having a non stop Lost D-V-D fest until nine o'clock ... the hour at which the magic will commence to unfold. I'm fixing myself a special dinner of mashed potatoes and salmon and I will have pie topped with whipped cream for dessert.

Damn straight, I know how to LIVE!

I got a happy surprise at work yesterday. A co-worker/manager person handed me a Spongebob Valentine's Day card from his cute little six year old son Cooper. Or as I call him "Super Cooper." I wonder if the kids at school call him pooper... not that he IS a pooper ... but you know ... kids ... Anyway, it is so SWEET!! aw. Coooop. Love ya man!

One time Cooper came to visit us here and confided a secret to me. He asked me not to tell anyone so I can't say what the secret is, but suffice it to say, once he left, I laughed and laughed and laughed.

Hopefully Cooper will follow in his father's footsteps and enter into the field of Journalism, so we can call him "Scoop."

Tomorrow: ushering in the Fall of fitness. And frugality. ergh.

and hopefully, adequate frivolity as well

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Adjectives are loaded

WTF? I don't even know what that means.

Apparently people are scared to answer questions because they pay too much attention to adjectives. If you have this problem, try listening for verbs and nouns.

That is great advice.

"What's your fucking problem??" does sound more hostile than "May I help you?"

Okay, I get it now.

Hey! I have answered my own question! This is a first!

Moving along ... only 36 more hours to go! Hooray! I hope I don't barf in all the excitement.

I'm getting my hair done today. I can't wait to feel pretty. I have a very cool stylist. She is a singer and dancer and is known to break into song while putting foils in my hair. In addition, she and her very attractive co-worker have a couple of dance routines they like to do for their favorite customers. I am happy to be among that choice elite, because it is very entertaining.

I watched "Bend it Like Beckham" last night and cried like a bitch. What a cute and happy little movie!! I wonder if Becks likes that movie. I bet he does and I bet he shed a tear or two at the end as well. Not so sure about Posh ... do androids cry?

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Monday, September 19, 2005

A Ray of Sunshine

In these dark times post Katrina, we've had a second deluge ... of images and words that outlined the horrors of what those who survived the Gulf region storm and subsequent flood in New Orleans were forced to live through.

Families remain separated, kids are missing, pet owners are searching for lost pets. Hurricane Katrina is still in the headlines, but the story is retreating ... getting lost among other, fresher stories. But for many people, the storm will never be over.

So where is this ray of sunshine I have promised? I'm glad you asked. One extended family from New Orleans has come to the city of Oakland to make a new start. The family consists of 26 people, men and women, as well as kids. For now, they are staying in two apartments borrowed from a generous property owner.

When you lose everything, I imagine its easy to feel overwhelmed. Obviously, people need food, water, and the knowledge that their loved ones are safe.

But you know what? They also need to feel normal. They need to be able to relax. They need to be able to ... hopefully ... smile and laugh.

That's where my beautiful girl Tex comes in. Tex learned about this family through a person at her work. So many people (me included, sadly) think ... well ... I gave money to the Red Cross ... I care! And yes, I DO care, and I know that every single person I know and love does as well.

But Tex is one of those people who is NEVER content to do the expected. When Tex heard that these people had nothing but a roof, she went to work. She found out what they needed, and then went one step further. She got them what they WANTED as well.

So what do people want when they survive a Hurricane? Soap. Razors. Face wash and shampoo. Combs, brushes, make-up, curling irons and hair dryers. Coloring books and crayons. Books. Movies. New clothes. Nice clean socks. New pajamas and slippers. Underpants. A doll. Games. Interview clothes and clothes you can wear to work. Bubble bath. Shoes. Music. All the stuff we take for granted but that makes our everyday lives happy and comfortable.

So Tex gathered up $420 in donations she got from people looking on Craigslist (yay!) for a way to directly benefit victims. She went to Walgreens, and spent the money on all of the above. And now, it is all in the hands of the family.

I love Tex because she doesn't wait for someone to tell her what to do. She just does what needs doing without fretting.

So, now, of course, here's where we come in. Tex and her generous donaters have helped supply this 26 member family with enough stuff to last awhile. But, it won't last forever. And getting back on one's feet doesn't happen overnight.

I know we're all stretched tight right now. I know everyone reading this has already given generously to whichever causes they support with regard to the Hurricane.

But, if you're looking to give more ... from your hand to the hand of someone directly affected ... here's your chance. What this family needs now is gift cards. From your favorite store, be it Target, Walgreen's, Wal-Mart, Old Navy, Macy's, Safeway, Trader Joe's, Border's, ... whatever!

Gift cards allow the recipients to replenish what's needed as it's needed. And they allow them to choose clothes that are to their own tastes and sizes.

If you CAN and want to give to this family ... email me through my profile, and I'll put you in touch with Tex. Or email her directly at She'll hook you up ... and give you a receipt as well. Or if you know my number, or hers, just call us!

And, if you're feeling especially inspired ... you can do a little research and find other displaced people that may need a bit of help.

I, of course, am purchasing a gift certificate for use at ROSS!!!

Thanks in advance!

Tomorrow: The countdown is on!!

Until later, Love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Friday, September 16, 2005

The best of intentions

Well so much for getting a jump start on the Fall of Fitness.

Again, I failed to get up in time to ride my bike to work.

Oh well. It's not Fall yet. Get off me!

The good news is ... its Friday. You know what that means. This afternoon, I will perform my weekly dulling of the senses ritual.

First, I treat myself to a midday glass of wine. I'm so civilized and European. Then, I will swallow two friendly blue pills, insert my peep innards, and cover my eyes with black satin.

I have to get through the day here though, before the magic can happen.

I am particularly anxious to try another season of fitness because this week, a lady I know but hadn't seem since last summer asked if I had gained weight.

"A little, maybe," I hedged. "Well, you better watch it," she replied. "If you get any bigger, you'll lose your figure."

Good advice, perhaps. And she's old, a senior citizen, in fact, so free to speak her mind. But PISS! I like it better when people feed my illusions ... especially if they serve McNuggets on the side.

However, since that encounter, I've had time to think. This is the same woman who once believed her grand-niece and I were carrying on a torrid sex affair.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. But if you know me and Lolita, you know there probably aren't two women who are quite as heterosexual as either of us. Lo will concur, I'm sure.

So, maybe Aunt Pearl sees only the opposite of the truth, and for reals, I'm rivaling Lindsay Lohan when it comes to being skinny!! I better eat a sandwich right now.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Thursday, September 15, 2005


It IS our friend Bobby Jon!!

He's cute and all. But I'm glad he's back because I think he is the nicest guy ever.

I'm also glad Stephanie's back because she rocks.

If these guys are the final two, my faith will be restored.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

It's a Party!

Something nice is happening today.

A co-worker is getting married tomorrow ... so today ... we celebrate! We are laying out a feast. It stars strawberries, sparkling lemonade, madeleines, and petite palmiers.

Supporting roles will be played by other assorted fruits, chocolate and creme fraiche.

As we are the epitome of professionalism here in the newsroom, we will not toast our friend with champagne on site. But we all kicked in to get the nearly nuptialed a bottle of Moet to use as she sees fit at a more appropriate venue. I had wanted to get Veuve Cliquot, but Trader Joe's does not stock it, and I was too lazy to go to Bevmo. Sorry Dory!! The Trader Joe guy recommended this particular bottle, so I hope its good. He said to me "the Moet exudes the same level of status and class as Veuve ... so it should be appropriate."

Hah hah hah!

Dude, I just want the happy couple to get their bubbly drunk on without barfing.

Johnny Mosely, gold medal skiier and dinner roll dude, stopped by the station today. He was wearing a knit beanie that didn't match his outfit, but was otherwise kind of cute.

He's not staying for the party. Damn.

I hope there's a feast in store today for everyone I love.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

PS wahhhhoowwoohhahhhhhhh rah roo wha hae doo doo (whatever, the survivor theme song) SURVIVOR TONIGHT!! I hope one of the returning peeps is Bobby Jon. That would really make my day.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Hasta La Vista baby!

Here's the best way to start the day:

Doot doo doo doo DOOT! WILD THING!

I wasn't awake today and didn't expect to have much energy upon my arrival to work due to oversleeping and having to drive my car rather than ride my bike

But ... it was all good when I turned my car on and the TONE LOC classic was blasting out of my little speakers.

WAY better than Corey Hart. Sorry, Angela.

As you all know, I have many questions. Here are two more. If anyone knows the answers to these questions, please feel free to help me, because I'm at a loss.

1. Why do men in cars pull up to women walking down the street when it's dark outside and ask for directions ... then get mad if you don't answer their idiot questions? I don't care how nice you look, how well you're dressed and what kind of car you're in. I don't have to talk to you just because you've addressed me. Sorry, safety is my number one priority on these mean streets.

2. Why do coworkers feel like it's okay to ask women when they're getting married and/or when they plan to have babies? And then, when you tell them you don't know or decline to answer, why do they ask you what's wrong with you that you can't "find" a man? And, lastly, why is it when you tell them, sorry I'm having too much fun to even think about that, they roll their eyes and clearly don't believe you? And, invariably, they say, "we gotta find YOU a man!" ... uh, no thanks, not if you find him, he'd likely be as obnoxious as you.

Both of these scenarios came up for me today, and I haven't yet decided which one is more infuriating.

I'll say it once. GAH!!

Now, for something completely different:

My friend Dean is super cool. He's a bit of a flake (sorry Dean but you know it's true) when it comes to his social life, but when he's at work he's all business. And right now, his job involves working directly with victims of Hurricane Katrina to provide services and support. I am so proud to know him. He's single handedly making lives better and that's pretty amazing.

He also plays guitar better than Eddie Van Halen. And that's saying something.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

One of those nights ...

Normally, I am so grateful to have the whole bed to myself ... I'm not fond of sharing the squishy comfort, nor do I like befoulment of the usual delicate air that is the virtue of my boudoir.

Last night though, was different. I wanted a man.

Not for the reason one might think. And not to move furniture either.

No, I needed a big strong guy because I was scared out of my mind! I had a horrible nightmare and it kept going on ... and on ... and on. I was so frightened I was paralyzed and couldn't even turn over because I felt like I would see a ghost.

Poor me. Finally Messy jumped on me in order to get her breakfast and I managed to emerge from the dream's slimy grip.

Rats were involved. So were evil spirits. Wah!! Scary dreams are mean.

I was so happy to get up today! I rode my bike through a refreshing mist and arrived at work to be freaked out all over again by live pictures of would be Chief Justice John Roberts at the Senate Judiciary Committee's confirmation hearings.

I think he was in my dream last night. Roberts and his evil blue eyes of death. He is SCARY looking. I would advise keeping your face at a 45 degree angle to the T-V set while he's on the screen. You never know how far his eyeball originating rays of hell may reach. Actually we probably will find out when they make him the Chief Justice. The Head Cheese, if you will.

heh. headcheese.

Headcheese is brain jelly. Now it all makes sense.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Monday, September 12, 2005

hummy hum hum

Doodle doodle doot doo ... doo doot dooty doo ....

Yes! Another brilliant week lies ahead ... getting off to a rousing start today with a music lesson for the unprepared.

Today I chatted up a fellow Echo owner whom I saw parking his car. He is not as enamored with his car as I am with Kerplumpy but says he likes it pretty much. He probably thought I was hitting on him. Sorry Gramps, didn't mean to freak you out.

The magazine fairy has arrived with the latest STAR magazine!! Hooray magazine fairy!!

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Never let it be said ...

That I don't honor my friends.

I have such lovely friends. You know who you are. And I am constantly amazed at your abilities to put up with my cheesy goofery and still invite me to parties.

Today I'm fulfilling a request by friend Pickle, and posting a picture of the not so urbane Keith Urban.

Hot, no? I don't even like blondes. But he could park his guitar next to my violin anytime. Hah!

(See, that's the kind of statement that should get me kicked off the island, but miraculously, does not. Thanks peeps!)

Man, he's skinny.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Friday, September 09, 2005

Tylenol P-M

a.ka. the Food of the Gods. And the partiers.

Is it wrong that I am practically salivating at the thought of my bottle of little blue pills? And my fluffy featherbed that will envelope me in comfort after I take a hot bath and put on clean jammies this Friday night?



On a happier note:

We're getting pizza here today!!! hooray!!!!!

I am going to eat as many slices as I can.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Thursday, September 08, 2005

My favorite words

Words are fun!!

I have many favorites. One of my heroes, the late and much lamented Linda Goodman, says words are entities with feelings and motivations. Ah, Linda. Put down the crack pipe.

Still, I do feel happy when I use these words:

What are your favorites?
No other cheese today. But I have a new star that I think is cute. His name is Keith Urban and he sings country songs. Whatever Keith. I haven't heard any of your music. But you are hot.
Today I am once again putting my face into the hands of my nutty facialist. She just got back from Burning Man. I'm sure she's got more wacky stories to tell.
See you tomorrow if I still have skin.
Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


REVEALED: How Earplugs Are Made

Oh boy what a date I had last night. My festive earplugs were very good company. After toasting them with a pair of tylenol PMs, I was out like a light.

But I woke up this morning, and they were gone.

Ain't that just like a man?

Except I think earplugs are actually genderless. These looked like small squishy colored marshmallows. They could have been peep innards. I'm not quite sure.

Anyway, they left without telling me. Angela thinks they may have burrowed their way into my head.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


Cheer up, my peeps!

Summer is not over ... it's just beginning! At least in my neighborhood. The partyers were out in force last night! How I wished I could join them. Alas, I am now a person of worth and responsibility ... the pleasures of youth are gone. I'm no longer reveling thoughtlessly in the midst of my salad days ... where clocks did not tick relentlessly ... and thoughts needed never travel further than who was going to buy me my next vodka tonic, and where said cocktail would be purchased.

Those days are definitely over as I've developed a violent distaste to tonic and now take my vodka with soda. It's much more refreshing that way.

The will to experience life as a moving feast is upon me but the fact is, I am lazy as hell. It sucks to be Gemini at times such as these.

This evening I have a date with some new earplugs. They're purple, and very festive.

I have sad news to report. You may have noticed there is no longer access to the cat, Snowball, here on the Realm.

That's because he was adopted. Good for Snowball! I hope he's happy in his new home. But, I cannot help but feel he belonged to me.

Ah well. Love, like time, is fleeting. One cannot argue with the order of the Universe.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Sunday, September 04, 2005

My soulmate

Is out there.

How do I know this? It is simple. I occasionally peruse a website called datalounge for the latest cheese on movie stars and other gossip.

It is an internet community made up of gay urban men, for the most part. The gossip is the bomb.

As on other Internet communities, there have been many discussions this week of Hurricane Katrina and the government's "response," i.e., the clusterfuck directly following.

ANYWAYS, I was checking it out yesterday when some kind visitor posted the latest photos of Washington D-C's baby panda! The poster stated he wanted people to see these pictures because a baby panda is a cheerer upper in this week of horrible news.

I am so excited to know he's out there! Chances are, since datalounge is a gay site, my soulmate is a gay man. Oh well! You can't have everything! I think it is more important that he realizes how vital baby pandas are, and the lessons they can teach us all.

I also liked how my soulmate went on and on about how FAT and CUDDLY the panda is.

Come to think of it, maybe I have two personalities and the other is a man who posts pictures of baby pandas to datalounge. There can't really be two of us, can there?

Today I celebrated Labor Day with family. We had a lovely dinner consisting of shrimp prepared on the barbie (note: we are not Australians) as well as roasted vegetables and chocolate cookies! It was delicious! I also got to see Luna the dog, who is the companion of my cousins Susan and Bart. She is so cute.

Hooray! I get to go to work tomorrow!

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxoxo

Friday, September 02, 2005

Hell in a handbasket

That's where we're going. That's about all I will say about the matter but after watching C-Span's broadcast of the head of Fema's little display as well as Scott McClellan's press briefing moments later ... just ... ugh. I can't pretend I'm not affected by the unending images of suffering in a city I found beautiful, welcoming and magical during a visit several years ago. I even had to go to Biloxi during that trip and got to see much of the coast as well.

I remember standing on a little terrace on the second floor of a bar in the French Quarter on a reconnaissance mission prior to the arrival of the Aerosmith fools ... drink in hand, a warm breeze blowing ... well above the revelry on the streets ... taking in the historic architecture, feeling the ghosts and experiencing a moment of the past that made New Orleans what it was.

It is so sad to know that the people and places are gone now.

Can I just say how much I love New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin? He is PISSED. He doesn't want to see anymore press conferences, he wants to see some asses on planes on the way down there.
Find his interview with radio station WWL on the Internet to hear what the city needs from the federal government. Nagin doesn't pull any punches. Man, that's refreshing.

Back to our regular programming tomorrow.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Hey! Where's the sun?

Happy first day of September!

As it happens, I celebrated righteously last night. I went to the Monkey Club. It is not serviced by personal pan monkeys, unfortunately, but it IS a cute little club. I especially recommend the location ... just two blocks from my own little fun shack. In addition, the bartender has skillz.

I was hanging out with my girls Mari and Tex. A grand time was had by all. As far as I know, anyway.

My co-worker is reading out loud an account of conditions in the New Orleans Super Dome. Gah! I sure hope there's a better plan in place for when the big one hits S-F. I do not want to be herded into Candlestick with thirsty earthquake survivors.

Angela is sick today. It's hard to function without her.

It's chimichanga time.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo