Archive | November, 2006


Stuff for you to read today:

Bryan will be devastated.

Now there’s REALLY no reason to tour.

When you KNOW they’re scrambling for ideas at Mattel.

What I would wear if I had more balls.

And finally, don’t ever say I never taught you anything.

Edit: This is the most awesome ever.

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“We are masters of the unsaid words,
but slaves of those we let slip out.”
– Winston Churchill


I LOVE that quote.  Lurve it.  Why?  Because it’s true.  I am at the top of the charts when it comes to talking through unspoken words.. inflection, emotion, pregnant pauses.. but man, if I ACTUALLY speak, I need to craft my words carefully.  Because if you rile me to the point where I speak without taking the time to decide what to say, man.. it’s gonna suck.  Not for me, but for you.

That’s why when I have an argument, I often will call a time-out.  If we get to a point where I need to mold my speech, we’re gonna come back later.  I need that time.  YOU need me to have that time.  Otherwise, you will be balled up in a fetal position in the corner of a room.

Anyway, that’s enough on the gloriousness of that quote.

Today, Sarah is a woman.  And she is hating every minute of it.  No amount of ibuprofen or Midol seems to be helping.  The venti gingerbread latte/triple shot/soy/no whip is helping, though.

We’re down to ten wine glasses in my house.  As much as I love those glasses (they’re huge, and therefore save me the trip of refilling), they’re very eager to committ suicide and jump off of a drying rack.

SOOO looking forward to Friday night.  You really have no clue.

I had a dream last night that I think makes a marvelous idea (but I won’t do it, so feel free to act on it).  I dreamed there was this restaraunt in town that hung head shots of local theatre actors.  You know, like the dry cleaners in New York.  I just remember that, in the dream, I was dining with Kevin and kids kept bringing up shots of him as Pooh (apparently, they kept a printer behind the counter that patrons could request shots of participating theatre geeks.. like Kevin) and wanting his autograph.  And no, no one asked for mine.  Which meant I could eat in peace, so I was fine with that. 

I think I’m, mentally, in a much better place today.  Halle-friggin-lujah.

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Wordless Wednesday


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“All generalizations are false,
including this one.”
– Mark Twain


Deep breaths.  It’s okay.

I mean, it really is okay.  It’s not me just trying to convince myself.  I think.

I felt much better after some emails with an old friend who reappeared out of the blue.  Then he called and we gossiped.  Which, you know, always makes me feel better.

I’m so ready to flip my calendar over.  I want to be able to see Christmas.

I have a pretty bad hangnail right now.  It made me miss Steph, Kevin, Bryan, Gena, and Nina.

Bryan treated me to a wonderful dinner last night.  We went to Tellinis, where I was so excited to see that they’re now offering “endless pasta”, so I took them up on their offer.  I don’t think they had really expected anyone to return and ask for more, but I sure did.  I tore up some fettucini alfredo.  It was great.

Then we took the dogs for a LONG walk all through Five Points.  It was a gorgeous night.

And there’s nothing better than walking up to your own house and seeing the glow of your Christmas tree.  It’s nice and warm.  Good times.

Hope everyone has a great Wednesday!

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A Phone Call

“Success without honor is an unseasoned dish;
it will satisfy your hunger,
but it won’t taste good.”
– Joe Paterno


I don’t understand.

I don’t understand why people make choices that they can’t fulfill.  I just honestly don’t get it.  You wanna have a kid?  Great.  There are choices, sacrifices, and rewards that all come with that.  If you can’t make all the sacrifices, you don’t get all of the rewards.  Yes, it is that simple.

I don’t understand why I always am made to feel like the bitch when I stand up for my house.

I don’t get that.

I am severely, horribly, mightily frustrated today.


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