Query

Is anybody else freaked out that Heather Mills (who calls herself an activist but we all know why she is famous) is going to be on Dancing with the stars? Should I finally watch to see if there are any tragic accidents? Everyone is thinking this, right?

Why Bother?

Um, if you're not using soap to wash your hands with after using the toilet, what's the point? Why waste your time? I noticed and that scowl was totally for you and you know it lady.

Rain Rage

What is up with the people and their giant golf umbrella's on the streets of sf? Seriously, an entire family of 4 would be dry underneath those personal tents. Perhaps the suitable punishment would be a poke in the eye with said umbrella?

Happy or Sad?

I was lazy this week and didn't feel like walking to the other building to get my morning tea from the cafeteria so I went to Starbucks. As soon as I walked in I was faced with a giant poster for a black tea latte. Oh my god. I love tea latte's. Christina got me started on them from the Temescal Cafe. She called it a teatte and it wasn't on the menu, you had to explain what you wanted, unless the one woman was there who knew what the story was. I haven't had one since I came back to work in the city. I asked if their version had sugar in it and they confirmed that it had some of their creepy syrup so I ordered it without and waited. The first sip took me right back to mornings at Article Pract. But now the part where I'm so happy to have found this again but sad at where it is and how all of a sudden I have a new $3.25 a day habit. The challenges we face each day hopefully make us stronger.

The Deal Breaker

I don't know what happened this week but face lifts are everywhere. I know this has happened to you before where you are watching some movie or tv show and you think you recognize somebody but your not sure because they have aged, but yet they haven't. They're all pulled into some unrecognizable life form of smooth skin and weird shapes. This happened with the woman that plays Courtney Cox's mom on Dirt. It took nearly the entire show to figure out that she was on the Rockford files in the 70's. It's distracting, pulls your attention away from the real action. The real tragedy came from an episode of Charlie Rose that featured a bunch of interviews with Oscar nominees. Got all settled in and pushed play on the Tivo and the first interview was with Peter O'toole. Um wtf? He was so horrifying I actually cried out with an "oh my god". It was so bad that I fast forwarded through until Forest Whitaker was on, and do I even have to go there? I had to delete the entire episode and I am loving Charlie Rose at the moment. The week continued with the reliable women at the gym, just lurking around so that I can be frightened up close and then also have the added bonuses of thongs and juicy track suits on women that are probably in their 70's. No face lifts. Ever.

I'm supposed to be straightening up

It's the night before the cleaners come so i'm supposed to be tidying up. Once a month all of my clothes are put away and the coffee table is cleared off. This will be our 3rd month and we've gotten a little lazy. I used to unbury the kitchen table but I've given up since I've gotten all of the sewing stuff out.

Clay has finally embarked on his butter making experiment and the house reeks. He started it in the crockpot on Saturday and only yesterday after 3 rounds of heat and skimming was it ready for the herb. He tells me it's my fault because I bought him the cookbook at Urban, but that was only so he would stop harassing people to help him. It never ends.

Poo

Yes, that was me that smelled like dog crap on Bart this morning, thank you for asking. For some reason lately whenever I dock my ipod and then go to listen to it again after it has been charged, the volume is at it's highest setting. It's Monday so I have forgotten this and wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. While I was tearing my earbuds out of my ear and trying to turn down the volume I stepped in the squishy mess on the sidewalk. Thanks neighbors.