Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Now We're Cookin'

Anyone else a Food Network addict like me?

Today's shows have been really good because all the hosts are making a lot of sweets - my fave - due to Halloween.

Rachel Ray annoys the crap outta me - the little laugh to fill time drives me nuts - but she does come up with some interesting things. If you have kids, I can see where this recipe would go over well: "sushi" rolls made with fruit roll ups filled with Rice Krispies and marshmallow creme and a licorice stick.

But Emeril had THE BEST candy recipes today that actually didn't look too difficult. The coconut indulgences I'll definitely be trying when I make candy for the holidays. Bam!

Giada DiLaurentis is entirely too gorgeous to be a chef. I like a lot of her recipes - not too difficult and being Italian, there's always something I like on her show.

Paula Deen totally cracks me up. I love the way she totally enjoys everything when she tastes what she made - like she's having an orgasm right there eating it. You can tell she REALLY likes cooking and eating. Her recipes are always full 'o fat but definitely delicious if you're in the mood to splurge.

Who do you like - or not - on the Food Network?

P.S.
There's a Halloween constume photo contest going on over here that I found out about through MommaBee so go vote!

Crossword Anyone?

Anyone else do crossword puzzles?

I get so annoyed with the one in my paper because it gets harder and harder every day to the point that by Thursday I don't even attempt it. I wish it would just be a consistent level of difficulty.

Anyway, I often cheat by looking things up on the internet (Hey, I don't judge YOU. Well, sometimes). Today I thought I'd try a different kind of cheating - "Ask the Blogosphere!"

I know a lot of you are mothers, so this should be easy...I need a 4-letter word for Benjamin Spock's alma mater. I'm assuming this Spock guy is the doctor that wrote all the baby/parenting books, right?? If not, I guess I'm really screwed...

Anyone, anyone, Bueller?

Monday, October 30, 2006

You Can't Eat That

Wow NYC, for once you're beating California in terms of health nuttiness - who could have known?

The Board of Health is holding a public hearing today on the proposal to make NYC the first U.S. city to ban restaurants from serving food containing trans fats. How do you like them apples? Definitely not in a pie whose crust was made with Crisco, that's for sure.

I'm not sure what to think about this. Do we really need or want city governments telling us, in The Land of Free Will, what we cannot eat? Or do we look at this as a good thing - trans fats raise "bad" cholesterol which clogs arteries and causes heart disease, not to mention the beau coup health care bucks it costs to treat these issues.

In fact, Harvard's School of Public Health estimates that trans fats contribute to 30,000 deaths in the U.S. each year. I would bet smoking contributes to many more, yet cigarettes aren't illegal. Sure, many cities have banned smoking in public places, but that doesn't prevent smokers from buying cigarettes and smoking as much as they want in private places. And, it's proven that second hand smoke contributes to deaths, but you can puff away in the presence of others all you want if you aren't doing it where smoking has been banned.

I hope the trans fat ban will go through, if only just to see how creative restaurants can be to come up with an alternative. The way I understand it, trans fats significantly extend the shelf life of packaged goodies, so - gasp - will we be forced to eat fresher food? Gah, the horror of no squishy, cream-filled Twinkies!

We should be careful what we wish for, though. Remember when fat (just plain old fat) was the enemy? The country was saturated (ha!) with fat-free everything. A gajibillion new products were developed from fat-free cheese (ugh) to fat-free fried chicken (OK, maybe it didn't go that far but it seemed like it!) And, what did they replace all that bad fat with? Sugar and salt! And the fattening of America began as we stuffed our faces with fat-free foods that we never ate as much as before as we did then. Because it was OK - it was fat-free! No one looked at the nutrition information - because it was fat-free and therefore healthy! - and saw that fat-free Ho Hos had just as many calories as full-fat Ho Hos.

Of course, we were told wine, eggs, coffee, and chocolate were all bad, too. Now they're practically health food...so in a few years will "they" (just who the hell is "they" anyway?) tell us, oops, trans fats aren't so bad afterall...

Whatcha think?

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Butt Shrinker

Gah! My butt hurts. Get your mind out of the gutter. And no, not the "ow, ow, fuck, ow" hurt like with Restylane, 'cause crap, people, nothing on Earth could possibly ever hurt that much. More like the "ow, after this my butt just has to have shrunk a size!"

Do you have one of those big blowup exercise balls? OK, stop using it to play dodgeball with the dog and try this!

Lay with your arms at your sides and your heels on top of the ball. Press your butt up as high as you can and squeeze it tight - imagine your Bree Van De Camp and your souffle just fell. Now use your heels to pull the ball into you and then back out. Try for 10-15 reps and then let your butt hit the floor and do some crunches until your ready to do another set, repeat.

Doesn't seem too hard while you're doing it, but the next day you'll be walking so funny your guy will wish he hadn't drunk that fourth Jack and Ginger and could remember just what it was ya'll did last night.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Read It and Weep - With Laughter

Totally random tidbits:


1. Taking Road Rage to New Heights

A man got so angry about the way a motorist had parked his car that he climbed into a forklift, placed the fork under the car and lifted it off the ground. The guy doing the "forking" was a store owner who thought the car, though legally parked, was blocking his access. The store owner then punched the driver in the mouth. Guess he made his point.

2. Naughty Coppers
A father insists a police toy he bought for his 6-year-old son utters a curse word. The toy, "Elite Operations Role Play Set: Police", plays a recorded message. The father says he played the toy for 57 people, 51 of which said the toy says the f-word. The toy's maker refutes this, saying the recorded voice actually says "stop." Hmm, yeah, "stop" and "fuck" really sound similar, I can see the confusion. I'm curious what the fireman character says...


3. Diddle Me This
A former judge faces 18 felony charges after two women accused him of making them sign a contract that let them live on his property if they gave him control of their prescription medications, which he then doled out to them in exchange for sex acts.

Reading the paper has become such fun. Who knew entertainment could be had for a mere 50 cents a day?

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

A God Among Gods

By George, I think he got it! He is a god among gods. Uh oh, is God going to smite (smote?) me now? I know I'm not supposed to worship any others but Him, but come on, HE didn't give me the Excel formula that I've been trying to remember for days! I ask for help from the blogosphere and get an answer within hours, how cool is that?!

So, I officially declare today "Uisce is Great Day." Go over to his blog and have a whiskey with him. Toast his superior intelligence!

Thanks dude, ya saved me! And thanks to everyone else who offered to help look it up if Uisce didn't have the right one. I love you people! kiss kiss

Monday, October 23, 2006

Excel Formula

O smart bloggers of the blogsphere, I need your help!

I want to use a formula in Microsoft Excel and cannot remember how to enter it. I used it years ago back in my project management days and it was very helpful.

Basically, I have a very long list of words in one column of a spreadsheet. The formula goes at the top of the list and allows you to enter the first letter or letters of the word you want to find. It then displays the first, closest match. Does this ring a bell for anyone?? I tried using the Help in Excel but couldn't find this particular formula. I think it has something to do with the VLOOKUP function...Anyone, anyone, Bueller? (If you didn't get that, you're too damn young to be reading my blog!)

Thanks in advance you wonderful people you.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Up Up and Away


It was a perfect 65 degrees, not a cloud in the blue, blue sky. Perfect weather for a hot air balloon ride. The views were really beautiful. There were about 5 balloons in the air along with ours and because we were near the Charlottesville airport we could hear the air traffic controller repeatedly redirecting planes because of the balloons. Our pilot explained that balloons always had the right of way since we couldn't control where we went. Well, that was reassuring! Actually, the pilot could control up and down, just not side to side. While we were in the air, our "catcher" drove around keeping us in site. He and the pilot were in constant contact about where we might land; the catcher drove to three different places before the wind took us to an acceptable place. I found out some very interesting things; the approximate cost of the balloon itself is $75,000 and it is good for 400 trips. Our pilot ends up cancelling about 50% of his scheduled trips because the weather isn't right. In 35 years of flying, our pilot has only taken off and landed in the same place once. We watched a fellow pilot actually touch his basket down to the water - and come up with water streaming out of the basket. Our pilot wasn't quite that adventurous but he did run us into the top of a tree so we could pick leaves from it - pretty surreal.



























































Friday, October 20, 2006

Gay Ballooning Elves

How'd that post title grab you? My post is semi-related...you'll see.

Huh! T.R. Knight who plays goofy Dr. George O'Malley on Grey's Anatomy just said he was gay in a People magazine interview. Didn't see that one coming! I actually don't like his character on the show; they make him too bumbling and oafish for me to buy him as a top surgical intern. Of course, all the other characters do is sleep around and purposely kill patients to try and get them new organs so who am I to judge?


BIG weekend plans! Husband and I are visiting friends in Charlottesville and coincidentally, it happens to be their anniversary as well (7 years for us, 10 for them). So we've planned (the wives, that is, the husbands couldn't plan their way out of a locked building with a key and a map) a sunset hot air balloon ride followed by a nice dinner. I wasn't able to get the time slot I would have preferred for our dinner reservations despite calling two weeks in advance - it is parents' weekend at the University of VA apparently. I was really surprised parents were taking their kids to the restaurant we're going to, as it's quite nice (read, expensive) and I thought college kids preferred Taco Bell and Chili's. Maybe I'm remembering parents' weekends while I was in college and am feeling just a tad bitter I wasn't taken to expensive, chi chi restaurants.

We'll see how things go; Husband and I are having a little spat currently. He insists we have a big Christmas party at our house for the people that work for him and their spouses. I strongly prefer that said party be at a hotel. All I've heard about since we moved here is how he's not thrilled with his team and he has a lot of work to do with them. I've only heard negative things and now he wants me to welcome them - around 35 total - into my home? Yep, I have a bit of a problem with that. Plus, if it were me, I'd prefer to have the party at the hotel where I'm staying, so that after drinking and partying I can just go up to my room and go to bed instead of getting in a car and driving half an hour back to a hotel. But Husband does not understand this; he thinks it's so much nicer and more personal to have people to your home. Maybe it is, but I'm the one that would have to do all the work for a bunch of people I've never met and will probably only see twice a year.

After going back and forth about this, I found out what I consider a deal breaker; because his boss is an expense nazi (driving 8 hours to get to a meeting instead of buying a $200 plane ticket) we are expected to pay for the party ourselves. In the past, the Company has allowed expensing of business entertainment. So now my position is, I'll be happy to send them Christmas gifts, but no party in my house or at a hotel. These people didn't perform well over the year so they, and therefore my husband, did not get bonuses. So I'm not going to run up our credit card with a party expense.

Husband and I are at a stalemate over this right now. Could be a tense anniversary weekend.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Stop Cancelling My Shows

Anyone but me watching the new TV series called "The Nine"? It's on Wednesday nights at 10 pm. Scott Wolf, Tim Daly (lookin' good!), Kim Raver, Chi McBride. I'd just like to know before I get too invested and it gets cancelled like 97% of all new series...

I've only been watching here and there because of course that time slot is reserved for one of my favorite shows, Project Runway. The season finale was last night (Jeffrey!!! OMG, who saw that one coming? Michael - wth happened, dude? Uli - I was totally rooting for you, so close! Laura - not bad, you've got your niche carved out) so now I don't have to flip between the two. Which is quite difficult, let me tell you, if you're doing it in the dark because you're watching in bed and your husband went to sleep early.

So not only am I trying to find the right remote control button in the dark (I think guys are just genetically programmed to be able to do this. I'm sure my husband could roll over in his sleep and press the right flippin' button before I could.) but I also have to keep the volume low so as not to disturb His Sleeping Highness, He Who Gets Up Early To Go Off Into The World And Do Big, Important, Manly Things.

Geez, totally lost my train of thought there...OK, so "The Nine" is about 9 (duh!) people who are taken hostage in a bank for 2 days when a robbery goes very bad. We don't yet know why it went bad or what happened inside. Oh, except that half of Kim Raver's character's hair got chopped off. Can't wait to find out how that happened, sheesh. And, another character who worked at the bank was killed. It's actually quite interesting as it unfolds in flashbacks and you see how the characters handle life afterward. Like Scott Wolf's character is a doctor who injects something in one of the bank robbers to try and kill him when he's in the hospital recovering from a gunshot afterward.

I really don't know why I bother. I'm sure it will just get cancelled like "Smith" - that Ray Liotta show that was just axed. Of course I had been watching that because hot Simon Baker was in it with his shirt off in pretty much every episode, damn!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Crackberry or Cross bow

Dear Nissan-driving Asshat,

Do not drive on the road I am driving on if 1) You are not driving at least the posted speed limit and 2) You are incapable of noticing the line of cars behind you waiting for you to move into the right lane because you are going too slow in the left.

And, oh? Put down the fucking Crackberry when you're driving!! You should not be trying to read and send email while driving. I saw you poking at it while veering all over the road - yet, surprisingly - not into the right lane where your slow ass should have been.

Consider yourself very lucky that I don't own a cross bow like the gentleman in Little Rock, AR, who today used his to shoot out the rear window of the car in front of him because he thought the guy made an obscene gesture at him. (Cross bow guy was drunk - you think? - and obscene-gesture guy was unhurt.)

So, to recap, Crackberry or cross bow - you choose.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Make My Day

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

The Josephson Institute of Ethics, a nonprofit organization that conducts training in business ethics and character education, released the results of a recent survey of 36,122 U.S. high school students:
  • 61% have cheated on an exam in the past year
  • 28% have stolen from a store
  • 23% have stolen from a parent or relative
  • 39% have lied to save money
And these are the future leaders of America? Scary, isn't it. If kids are cheating and lying in school, what's going to stop them from doing it in the workplace?

The survey also noted that fewer than 2% of cheaters are caught and only half of those are punished. So again, what will stop these kids from growing up and being adult cheaters and liars?

Friday, October 13, 2006

Can You See Dead People?

Tarot cards, ESP, psychics, mediums - this time of year just makes me think of that stuff. Anyone believe in John Edward and all of that?

I do believe there are people who see/hear dead people and know what's going on in your life or what will happen. I also believe there are a lot of fakes out there who con people to make money which ends up giving the true seers a bad name.

I had Tarot cards read once when I was in New Orleans about 10 years ago. There were two things the reader told me that I've always remembered and they were accurate.

One was that my father would open doors in life for me. There was more to it, but that was the main point. Well, it was true. I worked at the same company he did, and while he didn't get me my job I'm sure the fact that I was his daughter got me an interview.

The second thing was that I would meet a man who would put me on a pedestal and treat me like a queen. I was dating a guy at the time, so I asked the reader if I had already met this man. Well, no psychic ability needed here - just common sense - she asked me if he treated me like a queen. I wasn't really sure what to think; he didn't treat me bad, but a queen??

Many years later I met my husband and we got engaged after just 3 1/2 months of dating (coming up on our 7 year anniversary, thank you very much!) After meeting him, I really knew what the tarot card reader met by "put me on a pedestal." How he treats me reminded me of my reading which I hadn't thought about in years - but it definitely came true!

Has anyone else ever had Tarot cards read or talked with a psychic? Had a psychic experience yourself? I'm sure a lot of it is what you make of it and how you fit what the person says to your situation, but I still believe. I WANT to believe that there is something else after we die. That we will get to see our loved ones that died before us. I refuse to believe there is just "nothingness."

Gibson Falls Way Short

Liar Liar pants on fire!

That's what I have to say to you, Mel Gibson. Am I the only one that doesn't believe it was just the alcohol talking when he made anti-semitic comments and that it's "not really him." Are you kidding me? I'm so not buying it, dude. You're lame.

It's so obvious he's only talking to Diane Sawyer because he has a new movie coming out and needs to get back into the public's good graces. Well, this public ain't buying the crapola he's selling.

I'm absolutely certain he does believe the anti-semitic things he said like, "The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world." What?? He excused himself by saying his words may have come from resentment following criticism he received before the release of "The Passion of the Christ."

"Now even before anyone saw a frame of film, for an entire year, I was subjected to a pretty brutal sort of public beating," he said. "And during the course of that, I think I probably had my rights violated in many different ways as an American, as an artist, as a Christian, just as a human being."

Are you kidding me?? Grow up! 1) That is the lamest excuse for bad behavior I've heard and 2) If your feeling get hurt so easily perhaps you should stop making films you know are going to be controversial.


And what about asking a female officer "What are you looking at?" when he was brought in the station and then making comments about her breasts? He's scum. I feel so sorry for his wife and seven children; I hope she throws him out. I love how he told Diane Sawyer that after he left the police station he went home and drank MORE before telling his family.


He pretty much blamed everything on alcohol and took no responsibility. He admitted to being an alcoholic, yet I'd like to know why he isn't in rehab since he clearly fell off the wagon. I think he's just saying the words some PR person is giving him and isn't ready to admit he needs help with his drinking.

He came across as more concerned about what his mug shot would look like - admitting that he used water from a drinking fountain to "finger comb" his hair before the photo (because his FIRST thought was of the infamous Nick Nolte photo) - than what the fallout would be from his Jew-bashing.

Asshat numero uno. I quit you.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

McSquabble!

Oooh, I love it! McDreamy and McCreamy Chocolate had a little McDust up on the set of Grey's Anatomy a couple of days ago. Apparently it got a little physical with Isaiah Washington (Dr. Burke) grabbing Patrick Dempsey (Dr. McDreamboat) by the throat and slamming him into a wall. Something about an argument regarding cast members who were late and delaying filming. Apparently all is well and they've made up. But what a great ploy to get even more viewers to watch (tonight on ABC at 9pm!) I'd like to see McDreamy and McSteamy (Addison's hot lover and McDreamy's former best friend) go at on the show. Patrick Dempsey has said he's spending more time in the gym now that the well-chiseled Eric Dane has joined the cast this season. Woo hoo, it's all good!

I'm sure the fight was totally overblown by the media just as I'm appalled by CNN's premature release of Cory Lidle's name yesterday as the man piloting the plane that flew into a NYC high rise apartment building. That was really disgusting. His wife and son were on a flight to the west coast at the time, and found out when they got off the plane and it was all over the news. WTH? So inappropriate. CNN should make an on-air apology as well as donate some money to a charity for their inexcusable behavior. Censor yourself, asshats!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Boost It Up

So, husband and I were in bed watching TV last night (flipping between the playoff game and that new Ted Danson sitcom - ehh, it had some moments).

Out of the blue he says, "You have the least amount of self confidence of anyone I know."

I reply, "Well, how would you really know seeing as you have MORE than anyone on Earth?"

Laughter ensued as we both knew I was right. But, he was also right about me. We actually had quite a long discussion about my lack of confidence. We concluded it has a lot to do with 1) Me caring too much what other people think of me and, 2) How I was raised.

I don't want to go into my whole childhood deal-o, that's certainly a conversation or ten for some poor therapist to suffer through down the road (although it was not horrible). But, I do think that's the primary factor in my self esteem issues. Because Husband has NO self esteem issues whatsover, I asked him how I should gain more confidence in myself but he had no big revelations.

So, I'm asking you, smart blogger people, what do you think affects confidence and how do you boost yours?

Monday, October 09, 2006

Hausfrau

So you know you've let the vacuuming go too long when you finally get to it and the dust bunnies go rolling merrily across the floor in front of you due to the air from the vacuum.

In my defense - I don't like vacuuming.

The good thing is, ever since we bought a Dyson (love it!), Husband has no problem vacuuming for me. One might even say he's "happy" (gasp) to do it. You see, the Dyson really sucks the men in (pun intended). It has a clear plastic receptacle where the debris collects. This see-through feature is a true man magnet. It's makes the Dyson positively toy-like! Husband cannot resist watching all the dust bunnies get sucked into it (which means he has to actually vacuum to see this amazing phenomenon occur - score!)

Seriously, I love this vacuum. For anyone with pets it's a definite must have. Put it on your Christmas list, people! Only 65 shopping days until Christmas! Ack, kill me know.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Martini, Shaken, With a Side of Diamonds

Yes, I'd like a Cosmo with a side of rubies, please.

Well, who wouldn't? Gah! The rich are insane, people. Obviously they have WAY too much money if they now need to embellish their drinks with jewels because just sipping a cocktail made with premium liquor is not glamorous enough.

I just read an article about the most expensive cocktails served in the world (to the richest asshats in the world.)

The English are pouring a "Diamond Cocktail" in the Piano Bar at London's Sheraton Park Tower Hotel. The drink is a champagne cocktail featuring Charles Heidsieck Vintage 2001 champagne and Remy Martin Louis XIII cognac (a blend of cognacs — some of which are more than 125 years old — that retails for $1,750 per bottle) mixed with three drops of angostura bitters and poured over a sugar cube and your choice of diamonds or rubies. Selecting a 0.6 carat diamond will produce a £2,300 ($4,350) drink, "but we could go up to £10,000 if a customer would like to choose such a gemstone" says the bar's assistant manager, Theodore Garcia.

Of course, the United States is perfectly capable of mixing a rich drink. At Mezz, an "ultralounge" at Foxwoods Resort Casino in Ledyard, Connecticut, the premium drinks menu offers a $3,000 "Sapphire Martini," which is "a classic martini made with Bombay Sapphire gin (or the client's choice of premium vodka), blue curaçao and a dash of dry vermouth." The glass is rimmed with blue sugar and a garnish that consists of a sterling-silver pick holding a pair of platinum-mounted diamond and sapphire earrings.

The Guinness World Record holder for the world's most expensive cocktail: the Ritz Side Car served at Bar Hemingway in the Paris Ritz. This one doesn't even come with jewels! The classic side car recipe is followed: cognac, Cointreau and a drop of freshly squeezed lemon juice, shaken and served in a martini glass.

But the magic lies in the hotel's astonishing store of cognac, the 1830 Ritz Reserve. "This drink provides an opportunity to taste something that no longer exists," says Christophe Léger, assistant to Mr. Field, "the cognac of vines that predate the phylloxera plague."

In the 1860s, a pestilence of aphidlike insects from America wiped out many of France's finest grapevines, and only a handful of bottles of the Ritz Reserve remain. "So you are tasting history," Leger says, "Eighteen-thirty is Napoleon." In the past three years, roughly 60 patrons have agreed that $515 is a bargain for tasting the zenith of French glory.

So there you have it - snobbery at it's liquid finest!

Friday, October 06, 2006

Oh, You're So Special - You Must Be a Pediatrician

Tonight was the first Bunco in my neighborhood. It was interesting! If you've never played, it's basically a mindless game where you're trying to throw certain numbers using dice. Really, just a good excuse for the neighborhood women to get out of the house and socialize for the evening.

I was really looking forward to it since we recently moved here and I knew this would be a great way to meet people. Also, my subdivision is brand new, so no one really knows each other yet. This is very important since women can be so catty. When we lived in NY and I was invited to join an existing Bunco group it turned out to be awful. All the other women had lived in the neighborhood for years and had formed cliques - I thought I was back in high school! One group was always talking about another - it was ridiculous and annoying.

Overall, tonight went very well although we never actually played Bunco - too much talking, drinking, and eating. What was very weird was the neighbor who lives behind me yelling across the room at me, "Hey, are you a pediatrician?" "Uh, no," I say, wondering how in the world that came up. "Well, are you a vet?" she comes up with next. By this time, everyone else had stopped talking to stare at me and see what the hulabaloo was about. I was wondering myself. She certainly saved the best for last: "Oh, you're a model then?" WTF? I had no idea where she was coming up with this stuff as I've never had a job remotely resembling any of those three.

I could feel myself turning bright red as everyone continued to stare at me - I'm shy! So, still yelling, she says, "Well what do you do then?" So I had to go into my whole "used to be a project manager--started moving every couple of years--studying to be a medical transcriptionist"--speech with everyone listening. Kind of a let down after they'd been hearing "pediatrician, vet, and model." So sorry to disappoint the masses.

Later I asked her where she had heard all that. She tells me, "oh, just around. We were all discussing it - wondering what you do." Apparently, I have moved into the wack job neighborhood and need to move immediately. These people have waaaaaaaay too much time on their hands.

I must say, though, I'm actually feeling a little flattered with the careers they've come up with, but then I just had to ruin it for myself. I had to ask who she was discussing my career with - was it the women that were here at Bunco? Oh no, she tells me, her FAMILY was discussing it. Yep, she, her husband, 16-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son were sitting around discussing my possible career choices. Am I the only one that finds this extremely bizarre? Should I take out a restraining order on her?


She ends with, "Oh, and you have a really big TV." Note to self: Close the damn blinds.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Take Out the Trash

I rarely write about politics because frankly, I think the whole system and the people that run it are just too self-important. But I have to say, the whole male page email scandal that caused Florida Senator Foley to resign is sick and appalling.

Because now we find out it was an "open secret" (whatever the hell that really means) in Washington. Everyone apparently knew he was sending sexual and inappropriate emails to underage male pages. Wha?? What am I missing? Where is the outrage? Because he's resigned and now come out saying he is a gay man everything is supposed to be OK? Hello - on several occasions he actually asked to meet with these boys -boys, as in under the age of 18! Doesn't matter if you're gay or not, that doesn't get a free pass.

And then, this week Speaker of the House Hasbert admits he knew Foley was doing this LAST YEAR! But no, he's not going to resign because he doesn't think he did anything wrong. Afterall, he TOLD Foley to cut it out. Well, there you go. He told him to stop so therefore we must absolve him of all responsibility of protecting minors. Asshat - leave already, you absolutely disgust me, both of you.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Foot in Mouth Disease

Husband's boss's wife (let's call her Jilly but no, that is not her name) calls me at 8 AM this morning. Luckily, I was up and had drank some coffee. Quite an accomplishment since the dog woke me up at 5 AM because he wanted his breakfast which started the cats meowing howling and then I actually went back to bed for a couple of hours - oops.

So I was up when Jilly called at what I consider a socially irresponsible hour unless I 1) Know you very well, 2) You are my relative or, 3) I like ya lots. "Do you want to go shopping today?" she asks. While it is very kind of her to include me I don't really want to shop with her because she's a size 2 and I'm not. (If you're not a woman or not a woman who wears a size greater than 2 you won't get this so feel free to leave now.) Oh, and she's a little coo coo. But hey, you don't say "no" to the boss's wife, right?

I do say that I have an appointment at 11:00 - which is true - but I should have left it at that. I always feel like I have to explain and then I go into waaaaaaaay too much detail. So I said that my appt. was with a personal trainer, which was really stupid. I may as well have said, "I care more about working out than spending time with you." Which, while true, is not the smartest thing to imply to the wife of the man that signs your (husband's) paycheck.

"Oh," she says. I rush in - "I'll call you as soon as I've showered and meet you there." So, I get her cell phone number. After the workout I rush, rush, rush through shower, makeup, hair; still sweating and breathless I phone her and...get her voicemail. Huh. I leave a message and she calls like two minutes later so it seems that she purposely let it go to voicemail so she could hear my message, right? She says she didn't really find what she needed and she's on her way home. Okaaaaaaaaaay...

So, either I dodged a bullet or she was pissed and that was her way of putting me in my place. *sigh*

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Another One Bites the Dust

So here's the thing. I lost a day. Yes, an entire day.

Yesterday was Monday and I decided that I did not want to participate. I just didn't, couldn't, wouldn't, uh uh, no way. I refused.

The dog got walked and I went to the library. That was IT. No cleaning, no studying, no errand-running, no working out, no eating of any healthy food, no doing of anything even halfway productive. I didn't even wash out the freakin' coffee pot. Which, for me, is huge. Because the coffee maker and I have a very special relationship and I treat her like the goddess she is. She's now pouting big time.

I don't know; I can't really explain myself. If I could, then I would understand why I do these destructive things. Then I wouldn't have to call up my brother and ask him - much to his delight - to call me every bad name he ever did when we were growing up. Who knew "meanie butt" could be so powerful?

But, today is another day and I'm choosing to rejoin the world.