I saw this in a magazine as an ad for Nike this weekend, and it made me want to share it:

It made me laugh.  It’s like they wrote it about my hips, except they left out two lines: the one about the hypnotic power of my ghetto booty, and the fact that I’m likely to throw a knee out of joint while dancing.

Currently loving: South Beach Diet meal replacement bars.  I am forever on the move, so meals are not my forte (E wrote about forgetting to eat a few days ago.. that is the story of my life), and it’s really easy to have these around.  They’re high in fiber, low in sugar, and really nicely-sized (not the typical skimpy meal bar that feels like only a few bites).  I bought a box of the chocolate cremes, but only because they were out of my REAL favorite, chocolate-peanut-butter.

It’s been an overwhelming Monday.  People were waiting for me at my desk when I got here.. which is never a good sign.  And our travel system is down, so that’s LOVELY.  Quite the development.

Katrina is moving in.  I remember the last hurricane to come through, Ivan, and preparing for it.  On my way home, Delle sent me to Publix, where I purchased the last hurricane lamp and lavender-scented oil.  We lit it, perched on our front porch, and drank a bottle of wine while we watched the storm rolled through.  Maybe something similar will happen tonight.  Except there is no front porch.  And Bryan will be drinking sweet tea. 

I MISS the front porch.  Jesus God, I miss the front porch.

Okay, I’m calling in the troops.. I need ideas for a poster.  “Paganini” is Lee’s one-act this year, and it goes up the third week of September for a public run.  Apparently, Paganini was a composer and reknowned violinist, as well as a womanizer/murderer.  So I’ve already thought of the concept of a violin that is shadowed with a woman’s figure (the violin was created to mirror a woman’s curves), but I need more than that.  Thoughts?  Keboobalah, this would be your arena..

Alright ladies.. I also have a specific question for you.  Bryan has, I think, forgotten that my birthday is this weekend.  Now, Delle was the first to step in and say that he’s busy and also a man, but I don’t know that I’ll be so forgiving.  Should I bite the bullet and remind him now, or should I wait and see if maybe he remembers on his own?