Hippity Hop

Random thoughts for today -

• Moo goes down the stairs like he's a kangaroo.
• It's time to retire my flip flops cause it's getting cold.
• Dan and I are still on our burrito kick. Last nigth we hit Viva! again.
• The OC, Reunion and ER all sucked last night.
• Stacy is jetting off to Italy today. Bitch.
• I have a client that I love. For the first time in my life, I called a client at 9:00 a.m. and was in a better mood afterward.
• I slept in my old bed last night for about 30 minutes because Moo started his annoying panting again. I waited until he fell back asleep and then I crawled back into bed. By then Baby and Dan were fully spraweld out. Bastards.
• The screen is missing on my front door today.
• Dan's grandparents sent us some strudel for the Jewish holidays. I'm dying to bust into it, but gotta wait until Danny boy gets home.
• My head hurts.
• My stoopid fax machine is giving me problems again.
• Shannon is going to be an aunt to a baby girl named Gracie Rae.
• Kimmee is going to be a Mom to a Weimaraner name TBD. Please write in your ideas for names. She's leaning towards Sir Winston.
• The Boys are very excited about having a new cousin.
• The garbage disposal does not like gum.
• The paper shredder is my favorite thing of the week.

Signing off.

Whining and Bitching

Yesterday I saw a man who looked like a schnauzer. I was so taken aback he almost caused me to miss the turn onto my street. What a beard this man had.



I'm not in the mood to write today, but I have been in the mood to eat peanut butter. I'm PMS-ing, and it's cold today. Signing off

No Breakfast for Annie

Dan doesn't have class on Wednesdays, so he usually walks the dogs for me in the morning and makes be b-fast. I seriously look forward to it. For the past two days he hasn't come home until 10:30 - 11:00 pm. By then, I'm taking The Boys out for their final walk, coming home and running my evening bath. The bath calms me down so I can sleep better.

Last night I finally got around to giving myself a mani and a pedi. The big toenail is finally growing back...and I'm done moving stuff, putting things together and hanging frames. I already messed up the pedi, so I'm a bit peeved. At least my feet aren't like little hoofs anymore.

I just answered an ad on Craig's List to test pleasurable devices. I see this as my womanly duty. Hey, I'm home alone all day. Wait. He responded. OK, I have to test this out in front of him. That's a big no.

Anyway, last night I hit Big Lots (Kimmee you'll like this place). It's sells things for remarkably cheap prices. Unfortunately, it's depressing looking inside. Anyway, I picked up hair gel, clearasil face soap, a good size candle, sandwich baggies and bubble mailers. The cost was $7.50. Told you it was cheap.

I hit TJ Maxx again looking for a wallet and some bath salts. As I found my perfect wallet, I remembered that I don't have money for things I can really do without at this time. There is also the impending doom of the work drying up--so I really need to scrimp.

I hit Wegmans' food bar for some dinner. They have a chinese food bar that charges by the pound. Frankly, it's far cheaper to just order the Chinese food from a legitimate restaurant. I've never paid so much for a bit of chix and brocc. It was cute seeing all the college kids picking up their dinner there. I listened to The Cure on the ride there. It was dusk, a bit cold and certainly difficult to see. I felt a bit gloomy and think I'm going to stop listening to The Cure for a while.

Harpo Buys a State

Shannon is a little concerned about how much power Oprah has. Even though I like her (cause she's a black woman with all of this power), she scares me a little. I mean she directs, acts, produces movies with Halle Berry in them, hosts the most popular talk show in existence, has charitable foundations, reads all these frigging books, owns one of the most expensive houses in the world...Now we hear that The Opes is going to bring The Color Purple to Broadway. Ohhhh Lawdy. It will aptly be titled "Oprah Presents: The Color Purple. If she reprises her role as Sofia, well, we've all got to admit just how inferior we are.

So - Shannon and I have decided that Oprah will one day own her very own U.S. state. We know she's got a good portion of her bucks planted in Hawaii. We know Demi and Bruce have purchased most of Haley, Idaho. The important question to ask is: when Oprah buys her state, what will she rename it? I invite you to write in your ideas. I will determine a winner who will receive a blo-job as the prize. Sorry, if you don't have a penis, you're shit outta luck. Just kidding. No contest. No prizes. Just want you to make me laugh!

The Donald's Semen Strikes Again

Yes, there will be a new heir to the Trump fortune. His strange looking wife Melania is preggers. I'm curious as to what that kid will look like.

Today it's cold in 'Thaca, but the sun is shining bright. The air smells so sweet. I just love it.

I drove Danny boy to campus this morning as his butt was late again. At 8:30 a.m. Cornell U. is bustling. It's nice to see all this kids with proper dreams making it to an 8:40 a.m. class. They're all sporting their IPODS. Some ride bicycles with little baskets in front. It's hard as this place is so hilly, so I have to be careful driving near the bikers as they start to wobble.

Last night I watched the Chinese flick Nobody Knows about four children whose whore of mother leaves them alone in their apartment to raise themselves. She periodically sends them money. It was tremendously sad. There was very little dialogue, but the actors showed such emotional range through physical expression. It was a rather long movie, with a tragic ending that left me feeling hopeless. Very stupidly - or masochistically - I jumped back into Million Dollar Baby. What a miserable movie--and from the first scene! I have to accept that no matter how much I love Clint Eastwood directed movies, I just can't stomach any boxing flicks. Anyway, I haven't finished the flick--and I don't know if I'm going to. I need some slap-happy teen movie to follow up with. (stacy, I have to tell you who one of the assholes in the movie is. you can probably already guess.)

Signing off.

D'Angelo Critically Injured In Car Crash

Click on post title for complete story.

Since his family isn't releasing his condition, who knows what kind of shape he's in. If anyone hasn't listened to his album Voodoo, I suggest you buy it or download some tunes asap because it's truly a classic.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000035X1M/qid=1127756371/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-4803404-2309744?v=glance&s=music&n=507846

Demi and Ashton

Those two actually got married. This rubs me the wrong way for some reason. Not like I'm crazy for Ashton cause he ain't no thang, but he seems like a nice guy and Demi...She seems to have B*TCH written all over her. (Click on the title of this posting for the full story)

So I watched the entire first season of LOST this weekend. That show is ridiculously good. I have a brand new obsession.

On Friday night I hit Hollywood video and rented Million Dollar Baby and some other Chinese flick (can't remember what it's called, but I'm gonna watch it t'night, so I'll let you know tomorrow). I haven't completed MDB because I got sucked into LOST, but...damn...Clint got old.

So Friday night Rick and Emily (Rick is at Johnson with Dan) stopped by and asked us out to dinner. I was so happy for some company. We hit Ruloff's in Collegetown. A little background...Collegetown is basically all of the restaurants, convenience stores, books stores for the Cornell U. crowd. It's right down the gigantic hill from our complex. Ruloff's is a dark, dank pub that's v. Popular. It's named after a brilliant guy who murdered--among others--his 17-year-old wife and baby. He was hanged and his head chopped off. Cornell U. has his head. Anyway, it was nice to get out for a few hours and have conversation again. Emily and Rick came to 'Thaca from Williamsburg, B'KLYN. They're not married...and it's the first time they're living together too. They have a chihuahua named Yoda. Anyway, it was a nice time.

Saturday we hit the Farmer's Market where I got the most gigantic bouquet of flowers. It was so heavy I could barely carry it to the car. $10. They're beautiful and sweet smelling and they just make me so happy.

I'm on my burrito kick again. I made some Saturday night and they were fabo--

Guess who I found sleeping in my Special Room on Sunday morning. Yep, that's right, Dan crawled in to my old bid in the middle of the night.

Yesterday, I couched it all daylong. It was great. Had my favorite black sweats on and a Chili's t-shirt. I was comfy and lovin' it. Yesterday was one full month.

I have a nervous feeling today. I'm not sure what it's all about.

Dan had an accounting test at 7:50 this morning. It's also raining. Pretty sucky way to start off the week. Gotta attempt to take The Boys out. Signing off

Hot Picks Of The Week

Sorry for the delay today My Eager Beaver Blog Readers. There was work that had to be done!

Ok - so these are the guys I've been dreaming about this week. Please note that Anthony Kiedis is in a recurring full-on set of (wet) dreams. (Ok so I'm pretty fucking cheesy. I'm should write for Teen Beat or something. This is just where my mind has been this week.)













And I best not forget to include him (he calls this one Letigre).

I think it's very interesting that Dan points the shower head so far out that it hits the opposite bath wall. Does anyone else have this problem? Because of this, water leaks out the side and onto the bathroom rug, which requires a drop in the spin cycle. Also, I was most curious this morning about the ring of water surrounding the toilet bowl base. Did someone piss on the floor? The Boys have only had one accident and that was our first day in the apartment when we left them alone to go buy a couch and they was scaaaaared. Anyway, I did drink two vodka and sodas last night. Might I have missed the bowl. Did Dan? If so, I could see him doing it purposely. Anyway, the imagination is getting the best of me. Probably just condensation.

A friend of mine just got a new gig so we all have to do a shot for him tonight. (REMEMBER , every Friday we're going to do a shot once the day is done?) Congrats to him for checking that all empowering fear of change and getting out of a dismal situation.

Stacy has requested that I write an Ode to Friends. Not some sappy shit, but a tribute to the TV show. She's very upset that it no longer airs at 11 on the WB--despite the 5-night a week Sex-er. No more Chanandaler Bong. No more Joey eating sandwiches. No more anal-retentive Monica. Though the Sex-er is by far a better show, I do feel amiss. It was good wind-down, in the bed TV. Anyway, our girl Stace is going through a tremendous loss, so let's also do a shot in her honor tonight.

These are some things that I don't like:

• paranoia
• Kevin Costner
• conventional in imagination (just stole this term from the Joyce carol Oates book I'm reading - i think it's gonna get lesbonic.)
• those who can't appreciate silence and insist on finding something to babble about
• unnecessary repitition, excludes people whose memories suck
• those who ask first and think later
• Coffee from the bottom of the pot
• Two long-term ex-boyfriends
• Rhode Island

OK so let's talk for a minute about living with a man. The stupid shit that comes out of his mouth is phenomenal. I wonder sometimes how he got into an Ivy League business school. Do most men spend their non-working time talking about their dicks, farting, tits, pooping, football, baseball, fantasy football and fantasy baseball, the dogs' bathroom activities, the dogs' nether regions, the dogs' anuses, his own anus, my anus, porn, sticking it in---and the latest and greatest..."if you dont' wear underwear to bed something is going to crawl into your snatch when you sleep."

So my brain is playing tricks on me. I've forgotten this week how to use my "were's". Someone please explain this to me again. I've got the wear down, but for some reason the other two forms are confusing the fuck outta me. I mean I know "where" is for location; however, if I'm using it in a sentence like, "I need to launch this product where there is a high concentration of X."

I also kept thinking of things like jumbo shrimp and vanilla fudge, but couldn't remember what the term was for them. It's oxymoron. But whatta blank I drew!

Taking the rest of the day off. Signing off.

The Gift

So the T3 guys a few doors down have an outdoor cat. When we walk by her, you know she's thinking, "Keep away you Doggy Assholes." Anyway, I've noticed that she leaves presents for her owners every morning. This morning there was a dead mouse on the walkway. Yesterday I came across a completely gutted mouse. I have found fur patches and various innards scattered about on my walks with The Boys.

OK - so I have a dilemna. Do I watch the second episode of Reunion tonight or do I watch the premiere of The Apprentice. I know what your vote is Shannon. The new ER is on tonight too. Shans you better be taking a nap when you get home from work.

We all know Kimmee situation with her new wheels...some punk mofos keyed the entire side. Well, victory is hers as her boss finally gave her a parking sticker for the lot after 4 years of working there. Too bad her car had to be keyed to get one. Bastards.

So we're getting the check back for the couch we weren't able to pick up. Phew. Signing off. Work.

It's Just Not Worth It

So I was on the phone with an ad sales rep for one of the local newspapers. He basically told me that it wouldn't be worth it for me to advertise in his publication. He says I'm better going after business where there is business to go after. It's not here in Ithaca. Oddly enough, he gave me a few leads for people whose advertising sucks. So interesting. Central New York is an interesting place to be. Signing off

The Morning Constitutional

When you live in a studio everything you need is really no more than five steps away. Now, I have to go upstairs to use the bathroom, grab my nail file and my cuticle cutter, we have DVDs both upstairs and down...My morning coffee experience requires some 4 trips up and down the stairs.

Anyway, were any of you fans of Peter Jennings? I watched him since I can remember. These days I fell the loss. No one could report the news like him.

So last night, I got a takeout burrito from Viva. It was excellent.

So Dan took the boys for a walk a little while aog, and as Moo was taking a.m. pooh, this group of Asian women started laughing and pointing at him. They thought his pooh-making was soo cute. So they came over to pet The Boys. They Dan were all giggly. Once they had their fill, they started walking off to school. At this point Turdy had done his job so he started heading in the direction of the house, which happened to be the same direction the girls were walking. They kept turning around, laughing and commenting that Turdy was following them. He wanted to go to school with them...Little do they know that Turday can't stand to be away from his Mama for more than five minutes. He' only recently felt comfortable with Dan walking him.

Tuesday's Snooze

I didn't post this morning. Partially because I had to drive Danny Boy to school--and because I haven't had a moment's peace until right now...but I still haven't plenty of work to do.

I was on the phone with Jodi B. this morning and I saw the squirrel I see everyday at the same time bouncing across the street with what looks like a tennis ball in its mouth. (I will tell you my other squirrel stories at a later date. It's a fascinating animal.) I'm like, "Holy shit. I can't believe this squirrel can hold on to a tennis ball." Jodi B. tells me to go take a picture...but, remember? I don't have a camera. Anyway, as the squirrel moves closer, I realize it's not a tennis ball but a gigantic apple from MY APPLE TREE. Yes, the one down the street that I will be eating from once the works runs dry. That little bastard.

Anyway, last night after I dropped Dan off at his Citibank recruitment function, I hit the good ole Pyramid Mall. I've been waiting for the GAP to have a sale. I bought a black button down shirt and a some sorta see-thru nighgown number with the gift certificate Dan gave me for my B-Day. I've taken to wearing lingerie to bed lately...if you care to know. I used to bring all of my nighties on vacation, but lately I just wear them every night. They're wonderfully comfortable as long as they don't have straps, pullies, feathers and bows.

Anyway, Bath & Body Words is discontinuing my favorite scent Plumeria. Those bastards. I've got about 10 spritzes left of the Gardenia scent they did away with about 5 years ago. Anyway, I purchased two bottles of body spray. Then, I hit the pet store where I was tempted to buy some more fish. In the move here, we lost Mr. Turdyhead and Slut. AquaMoo III died a week prior. RIP. I refrained, talked to the family buying the cute lil dwarf bunny, and walked out with some lightbulbs for the fishtank and Greenies for The Boys.

I hit Hallmark for some cards for Amez and Peter. Moms says they have been very good lately, so I wanted to send them a little note telling them how proud I am. My final stop was Hollywood Video where I opened up a membership. I rented Crash, but didn't watch yet.

So what do we think about Sex and the City on five nights a week? Those chicks are going to make a boatload off of syndication.

News Headline of the Day

Kate Moss Admits to Being a Cokehead; Gets Dropped By H & M
(as if we didn't already know that)
http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/17401

Tori Spelling And Look-A-Like Hubby Split

Click on title of this post to read the story. But first, do we think they had the same plastic surgeon to do their cheek implants ?

So I caught a bit of the E! red carpet preview of the Emmy's yesterday afternoon. What a spectable. I mean they got the most annoying people to host this red carpet showdown. Star Jones' weave was reminiscent of Jerry Hall. She looked like a squeezable bottle of grape jelly. Kathy Griffin was dressed like Little Bo Peep. Julianna Depandi looked and spoke like she dropped a xanax and a few vicodin. And then there is Carson Kressley...yuuuuuck.

Camryn Manheim looked stellar. Gotta give her props cause she made The Practice awesome back in the day.

I watched the last two episodes of Entourage last night. I'm sorry but Jeremy Piven slays me. I think the shit that comes out of his mouth is brilliant. And I love the relationship with his wife. I also like how Drama and Turtle are always together. They're so cute.

I had a really good sleep last night. Marshy started his panting at some point, but it didn't keep me awake this time. I stayed in the bed the entire night.

Here's a stoopid quote from an e-mail that's circulating with all the redick things that have come out of our politicans' mouths regarding Hurricane Katrina:

"Now tell me the truth boys, is this kind of fun?" –House Majority Leader Tom Delay (R-TX), to three young hurricane evacuees from New Orleans at the Astrodome in Houston, Sept. 9, 2005 (Source)

Signing off. Time to take the dogs out.

Fall's Freedom

There have been football games at Cornell the past two nights. We can hear the sounds from the stadium. (There is also some pretty decent music coming from that stadium.) Anyway, it's just another sign that the summer of 2005 is gone. Welcome fall.

I guess the summer really ended for me when I found out the Dan got into Johnson. Since then everything has been a whirlwind, and I'm a few steps behind the actual events occuring in my life.

The leaves are turning. The night brings a comfortable chill. The air is fresh, but you could smell the cold waiting to creep its way into town.

Dan just went to his finance club meeting, and I'm feeling a little lonely. I miss everyone so much today. My mom and the kids are coming Columbus Day weekend and I'm so excited about it. Then I get to see Shannon. Stacy is coming up the last week in October. I have so much to look forward to. It's just getting thru now...today.

Dan told me last night that it upsets him when I crawl into my old bed at night. I do know that Marshy drives me crazy when he starts his 2:30 a.m. panting party. I don't know if part of all this is psychological, and I haven't full let go of my old life.

It's been three full weeks today.

Yesterday I cleaned the house. It's not fun cleaning a two floor apartment. We bought another bookcase, too. It's cheap, but it does the trick. We're still toying with getting rid of the exercise bike. It's awesome, but it's seriously taking up space. Also, it's now in my Special Room, which has no TV. Bike and TV go hand-in-hand. It's been about 2 months since I've used it. With it gone, we can buy yet another bookcase and a filing cabinet, which I really need.

It's amazing how many birds there are here. I mean a full song plays from the tree across the parking lot, which is in my front line of sight. For description purposes, my desk is in front of the big window in my Special Room that overlooks the parking lot. Sounds dreary to overlook a parking lot, but it's not. It's very small and everyone that lives in the big apartment tower has to walk thru it--so I do get to people watch. This complex is also nicely landscaped and there is a comforting tree right outside my Special Room window. It's nothing like the tree from Poltergeist.

I just finished my second book in the three weeks I've been here. Yes, I've been slow. Book number one was Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis. Book number two was Honeymoon by James Patterson. It was a pretty bad book, but reading crappy mysteries has become a hidden pleasure. What's more ridiculous is that my Patterson and Mary Higgins Clark books are sharing shelves with Irving and Hemingway. It's a nice escape tho'. When you're trained to read literature, reading isn't just a pasttime, it's work. I had to untrain myself, and now I'm enjoying all of these book-of-the-month club reads.

I'm going to hang some prints now. Signing off.

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

My head is hurting so bad, I'm not sure what to do. I've take the super-headache meds and we're completely out of Tylenol and Advil in the house. I think Dan has some Vicodin stashed somewhere, but it's from four years ago.

I really hit a wall today. I need to be more careful about the projects I choose to work on.

Since we have many people (around four) curious about the bust-up of our favorite weight-gaining actress and that strange looking little man, here's the story where Bridge explains her fraud claim.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/20050916/en_celeb_eo/17382

Time to do a shot. Signing off.

The Great Big Merge

Niagara Falls, May 2005. The Falls made us have to pee a lot.

Dan said I had a lot of snot in me last night...Missy. He was saying in a cute way that I was being a bitch. It made me laugh.

We're running out of space in the apartment and its driving me crazy. The merging of the households is fantastic, but it's never peaches. I have four boxes in the downstairs coat closet that are my kitchen items--pots and pans, an extra Foreman Grill (saving for you Stace), a napkin holder, a lovely set of dessert dishes...I can't rid of this stuff. I mean what if this cohabitation doesn't work, and I'm back in the W.C.? And then there are all of my books. I think I may have to suck it up and get rid of sum. I have three boxes that haven't been emptied. They have no place to go.

Then there is the container of skinny clothes. All my old Calvins, cute little corderoy Gap skirts, etc. How can I get rid of them?

Signing off.

Bridget Jones Splits With Strange Little Country Singer

ET has confirmed that RENEE ZELLWEGER and country crooner KENNY CHESNEY have filed to anull their marriage of just over 4 months. (Click on title of this post for complete story.)

What idiots.

Garbage Disposal

Have you ever seen such an ugly shoe? I came across it in the clearance section of the TJ Maxx site.

I don't think that I told you guys that I have a garbage disposal. I've never lived anywhere with a garbage disposal. It's a wonderful thing. I have to stop myself from shoving too much down there. Yet another thing that has changed my life.

OK - so I'm a little restless...talking about this fugly shoe and a garbage disposal. Anway, tomorrow is Friday and my friend Meg has a very special ritual. Every Friday when she gets home from work she takes a shot of whatever the hell she wants to say goodbye to the week and to kick off the weekend. I think that's just brilliant. So everybody, when you get home take a shot of Tequilla (except for you Stace) and salute the Mexican living in Ithaca. Signing off.

The Man Weighs In

Dan wanted me to inform my blog readers that he has a big throbbing dick.

Isn't it funny how when you scan thru the radio stations the ones that come thru loud and clear are the awful ones. Suddenly you hear honky tonk music that makes your ears bleed; some preacher rambling on about God is speaking at ridiculously loud volumes; wretched classical music where one song goes on for 20 minutes and includes screechy violins makes you want to stab yourself.

I still haven't foward Howard Stern...the thing is that he's in the nearby cities so I should be getting those stations.

Dan finally organized his closet last night. Thank God because that kid was about to be murdered. There is an invisable partition in our bedroom. His side has all of socks, receipts and various stacks of clothing on the floor. My side = totally neat except for my tool box and slimline stereo which I need help hanging on wall.

I put together the living room electronics - DVD, stereo, VCR, etc. Now I get to watch Entourage. Signing off.

White Trash Baby Is Born

Fudgy The Whale

Has anyone seen The Exorcism of Emily Rose? Is is really scary? The real Emily Rose is named Annelise Michel or Michael. Can't remember. I love scary movies, but exorcisms scare the bejeezus out of me. The Exorcist makes me completely freak out.

Last night I had a craving for icecream sundays. I went out and got all the fixins--reeces pieces bits, crushed nuts, caramel and butterscotch. It was fantastic. First, I poured myself a cheap glass of sweet wine--y'know the kind you find at the supermarket--and watched the premiere of the Gilmore Girls. That's another weird thing with me lately--I'm drinking this crappy wine that's basically sparkly, fruity-flavored water, and I'm also eating pastrami. I'm always having a craving for pastrami. Seriously, I don't think I have evern in my life ordered or eaten by myself a pastrami sandwich. Anyway...

Yesterday the exhaustion finally hit me, and I became restless and irritable. Is was bad. It's funny that when my mom doesn't hear from me for two days she begins to worry and then she gets mad. I used to go weeks--months even--without speaking to her.

I fucked up on the recent article I had due in. I couldn't get my sources. I actually couldn't find any substantial research. It was difficult, and it's not weighing well with me. I need my girls to take my mind off of things.

I wandered into my bed again last night. AND, I had taken my super headache medication that makes me sleepy.

Time to take The Boys out for a walk. First, let me share a very funny picture I received from an e-mail titled, "If we don't win the war."

Falling Over My Desk

I went to sleep a little late last night because I was watching Blue Crush. God, I love that movie. Dan and I hit another restaurant in The Commons last night called RagMuffins. We each had a french onion soup and split a pastrami sandwich. It was pretty good except the place had a strange odor. Dan didn't notice. Then we hit Wegmans for some more groceries. I have this feeling that when the work runs dry we won't have any food in the house and I'll be eating from the apple tree around the corner.

We hit the Farmer's Market this weekend, which was awesome. (AZ - I'm sure you've been? BTW does Beth sell her soap around here. I have a friend who would love.) We purchased some wonderful tomotoes, corn, basil and bleu cheese made from goat's milk. I bought a little 5 X 7 butterfly drawing from a local artist and a handmade candle that smells incredible. The place is certainly not cheap tho'.

In my research for a recent article, I came across the Webs site, www.feralchildren.com. It's fascinating account of all of the children that have been raised in the wild. I mean we've all seen The Jungle Book, but to think there is whole Web site devoted to this topic. Anyway, you'll see if you check out the site that not all of these stories are a. believeable or b. just focused on being raised by animals--meaning--one of these children were extremely abused and haven't fully developed normal habits. And that's enough on this topic.

Have I mentioned the premiere of The Family Guy? Brilliant...

Signing off - gots to shower.

Two Full Weeks And A Whole Lotta Changes

I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Today I miss Howard Stern. His show has gotten me out of bed since high school, and I haven't heard his X-rated epithets for 16 days. I think there is a station that's here, but I haven't found it yet.

It finally hit me how much my life has changed. Not one aspect of my former routine is still in place. I wake up and go to bed at a different time. I don't go sit in a shitty cubicle all day. I don't drink Green Mountain every morning. I don't watch The Family Guy before I go to bed. I don't rush to the TV at 8pm. I DON'T HAVE DIRECTV ANYMORE. I have to walk The Boys three times a day. I haven't driven my car in two weeks. (BTW, my car insurance just went down $320 a year!) I don't even have the same coffee pot--my filthy white Mr. Coffee that I had for three faithful years. I haven't had TV night with Shannon. I haven't talked to Kimmee on my drive home from work to vent about the day's atrocities. I didn't even get to watch the last two episodes of Entourage. I can't smoke in the house anymore.

And I wonder why I'm compelled to crawl into my old bed every night.

My head hurts. Today has been really difficult. Lots of deadlines. Lots of second-guessing myself.

Here's my other gripe - one of Dan's best friends neglected to include my name on an invitation, which I believe is to his engagement party. It reads Dan Bouza and Guest. Me, Stace, Shans and Kimmee have bitched about this all morning. All we have to say is "What the fucking FUCK." (Oh, and fuck a fucking duck.) That's so many levels of wrong. I have been with Dan for 4 years. I have just moved my entire life to be with this man and his best friend can't manage to put my name on an invitation.

Now, I thought my non-confrontational companion would dismiss this with a "not a big deal," but oh-no, he's not too happy about it.

Should I boycott? I'm actually pretty shocked at how hurt I am about all of this. Goes to show what they think of me.

Kimmee would like me to share her story on a similar experience.
"Please note that these people were invited to our wedding, and the invitation we sent, was OF COURSE addressed properly to two people that WERE NOT MARRIED. When we received the invitation, Jason was referred to as GUEST, even though he was now my husband and this person KNEW THAT. This person was my co-worker. Not only was Jason insulted but he was furious knowing that he was thought of like this. Me, I became a f'n lunatic and almost refused to work w/ this person AT work. Yah.. Leave it to me to take it to another level. Yup. This was also done to another person I work with, who received an invitation to the wedding.. And her husband was referred to as GUEST. And she too.. Almost lost it."

There Are Many Squirrels Around Here

...and they move at an advanced speed.

Anyway, Dan emailed me this fascinating piece of knowledge this morning. The funny thing is, when I was taking The Boys for a walk I was thinking the exact same thing. Birds of a feather...

The eyebrow wax. was was a no go. The nail salon I happened across does waxing very sporadically when a certain worker comes in. I dont' understand this. If you can do nails, you should be able to wax and give lousy massages. Bottom line. (you're right kimmee.) Anyway, this special employee will be in today between 11-5.

Signing off.

The Weather Is Gorgeous Today

Today's agenda:

1-Target to buy some sort of a lift for the bed.
2-TJ MAXX to look for a bed dust ruffle
3-Craft store to buy some more frames for our prints
4-Farmer's Market to get produce (may skip this)
5-Get these Amazon eyebrows waxed
6-Possibly Wegmans for some groceries
7-Talk to Stace
8-Call Mom back - dont' forget to tell her about Shan's rehearsal dinner
9-Open a checking account at the local HSBC

Last night we finally went out for dinner. I had a cravin' for a burrito, so we headed down to The Commons and found Viva, a cool Mexican restaurant . The margaritas on the rocks were killer. I quickly downed the first one and felt a little tipsy. The chips and salsa...delish. Now if we hadn't ordered alcohol, our bill would have been around $16. That's simply amazing. God Bless Ithaca. An interesting tidbit, this restaurant called itself a "health-conscious" Mexican eatery. To its credit, it absolutely was. Ithaca is a very organic, very veggie city. There was, however, a steak burrito on the menu, which my carnivorous man had to order. The waitress was baffled when he said, "I'll have the steak burrito, please." She was silent for a moment and said, "What? We have that on the menu?"

Anyway, I finally got to stroll down The Commons. The only store opened was one of those little hippie stores with all of the incense, hippie clothing and lots of stuff made by stoners. I sauntered in hoping to find some interesting incense (Dan hates the stuff). Anyway, I wasn't paying attention, but Dan said that one of the workers skirted across the floor and behind some "employees only: type-of-area. He thought she went to change the music because a Dave Mathews cd came one. Anyway, as soon as we walked by the spot, she jumped out and gave a rather feeble attempt at a monster's noise. She was trying to scare us. The only thought in my head was, "Dude, what's wrong with you; I'm trying to shop." Dan gave one of his stares that says, "You're very strange and I just can't understand."

Dan made a lovely breakfast while I took The Boys for a walk. A bacon, tomato and onion omelette with rye toast. (Thankfully, someone is good in the kitchen.) I ate while reading the Ithaca Times, an alternative weekly. The coffee = freshly brewed Morning Blend from Wegman's.

I had to sleep in my Special Room last night. Dan and The Boys took over the bed and I was very uncomfortable. It's nice sleeping in my old bed every once in a while. I always fall into a hard slumber. These blinds that are on the windows click together when the wind blows and it's really fuckign annoying. I kept waking up wondering where the hell I was. I tried to get back into bed with Dan, but it just wasn't working. The Boys were like, "Get lost Bitch. This is our bed now." Anyway, I went back to my Special Room.

Gonna jump in the shower to get the day started. Signing off.

He's Just Hot...

Long Live 6 FT.
OK - so Dan has some other career/recruitment thing to go to for the third night in a row. I'm a little peeved as I would like to go out--or at least I want him to clean up his shit off the bedroom floor. Anyway, I really need to tear myself away from this computer. It's giving me a headache. Signing off.

Kimmee Needs A Treat...And A Scratch Behind The Ear

Due to overwhelming response, I have to publish Kimmee's childhood story about her insatiable appetite for dogs biscuits.


"When I was three, my mom's used to have to hide the dog
biscuits from ME b/c I didn't understand why he got "treats" for
doing good.. and I didn't. Where's my treat? Cake on my b'day just wasn't cutting it. I wanted shit daily. (Side note in my defense: I was still an only child then.. and my dog was my only competitor). But - guess who always found them."


Her dog was her only competitor. Brilliant. LOL.

It's Friday I'm in Love. Saturday Wait...Sunday Always Comes To Late

There is the most unfortunate smell when you drive by Cornell U's Equine Hospital.

So I was at the Pyramid Mall last night. It's the only true mall in Ithaca and it's one floor. So I'm at Old Navy trying on some pants--as an aside, I don't know why I keep going in there, you know some 6-year-old in Cambodia makes those clothes--and I realize that the O.C. premiere is tonight. It's like 7:35 and I've got five pairs of pants. I managed to try all the pants on, bust out the Pyramid, and make it home with enough time to pour myself a giant glass of the Boone's type wine I keep buying at the supermarket.

The O.C. was goooood. My favorite line by Marissa to Summer, "I shot someone, Sum."

Did anyone catch the show Reunion? It's very John Hughes meets Bret Easton Ellis. The show is set to some great 80's music - Cyndi, A-Ha, The Bangles.

Speaking of The Bangles and Cyndi - AZ - did I tell you I saw Anthony at the Red Hot Chili Peppers Concert the week before I moved here? We almost bumped into each other, but he didn't see me and I didn't pursue. Mofo.

I decided to check out the local Fox News at 10pm. (I was back in my old TV-mode last night...also smoking away in the house, which I'm not supposed to.) Well, the local Fox news anchor is just God awful. She annoyed me to unprecedented levels. I'll let it go now.

Last thing for this morn...What Ithaca is lacking...a Cosco (sorry Dan) and a Citibank.

Oh and isn't Clive Owen hot? If you haven't already, see Closer (www.sonypictures.com/movies/closer). It's raw and the characters are despicable. Clive--by far--makes that movie what it is. Signing off.

Wait! One last thing. I think it's funny that spell check suggested I replace Cyndi with cyanide.

Kick the Dead Bodies Aside

Was anyone listening to NPR this morning?

I woke up to a volunteer involved in search & rescue in Louisiana discuss how he was instructed to either tie dead bodies to a tree or kick them inside buildings in order to focus on rescuing the living. (The title of this posting is a link so you can hear the excerpt "Volunteers Search New Orleans' 9th Ward" from American Morning on NPR.)

Just in case you were wondering how things were being handled as a result of Katrina.

Please remember the pets affected by Katrina. The Louisiana Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has set up a location in Gonzales, Louisiana. They moved before the hurricane arrived. Visit www.la-spca.org or just click my link DONATE TO KATRINA to see all of the organizations affiliated with this disaster.

On another note, The Johnson School (the formal name of Cornell's biz school) is accepted business students from Tulane.

What we don't even think of...

Bye Bye Bitch

Sandra's two-year-old son Emmanual bid farewell to a visitor yesterday saying, "Bye Bitch." Sandra was just a little bit horrified considering the visitor was dropping off books on childcare.

Emmanual is also known to scale fences.

I like him so much.

Exhausted But Hyped

Dan just came home in a suit. (He looks so cute. I'm thinking about jumping his bones.) He had some interview with some big bank. The heavies are already coming to Cornell to recruit. It's crazy. He has a golf outing on Friday with some other investment bank.

I've been on the phone for the last 2.5 hours and I'm all talked out. Lots of things going on.

Dan is talking away about investment banks. Blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Jodi B. I used the bath salts you gave me last night. So wonderful. Thanks again.

Dan wants me to put on the cowgirl hat. Signing off.

Delicious Vino

Last night I had a glass and a half of this dry chianti. I was looped. Slept like I was on codeine. Here's today's gripe...Dan leaves his socks--y'know those little ones that only come up below the ankle bone--all over the house. I'm convinced he changes his socks several times a day, because the amount of socks I find don't correspond with the days of the week. I wonder if this is some OCD shit. A

Anyway, as if it's a surprise, I'm the man of this house. I've singlehandedly set this place up (tho' I lost a toenail in the process). He's just hung a few frames and thrown out some boxes. I walk around with my hammer, and soon I'm going to get a hold of the electric screwdriver. I love every minute of it.

So It's Day 9

OK - so now that The Moo is home, I can get on to other biz. Sunday was our first anniversary of living together and my first full week in Ithaca. We have not yet gone out to dinner nor have we visited The Commons, the trendy outdoor pedestrian mall.

Today I did break the vacuum. I'll try and take some pics of the pad tonight and post. Since I don't own a camera, it will be from Dan's cameraphone. What? You don't own a frigging camera? Cameras, vaccuums, VCRs, cell phones--these devices are Annie's Top Breakable Products. I can live life completely without a VCR and a camera. Time for some coffee. Signing off.

Hooray! Marshy is OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok - so I got a call from my vet this morning at 8:15 AM saying that a nameless person left a message saying she had Marshy. She did leave a number. Turns out she's a vet student named AMY. She says Marshy dashed across the four way intersection that's at the corner of my complex. I will pick him up at 12:30 today when Amy gets out of class.

I can't wait to see him.

Anyway, this whole experience made me think a lot about what I treasure in my life. I'm fortunate that I have a lot of things that I deeply value, but certain things, certain people truly stand out--and I'm not sure how I would go on if I were to lose any of them.

Being in a sheer state of panic is perhaps the most horrifyingly detached emotion I've ever felt. All that exists in the world is my own panic. All I can hear are my own internal voices just battling it out in my head.

Nothing could take this dog out of my head last night. I took some of my sleeping aids; smoked a million cigarettes (and in the house); finished my Anthony Kiedis book (which was the only thing that could occupy my mind); literally dumped everything I could into the washing machine; and endlessly shoved food into my mouth--major comfort eating.

The level of exhaustion I feel today is too difficult for me to explain. Mind you, I also unpacked most of my apartment this weekend and was already completely fried to begin with. Signing off for now.

Marshy

Marshy is missing.
I was upstairs unpacking today and when I came down I noticed that the patio door was open. I've been searching for him since 2pm and I'm besides myself. I'm am such a fucking idiot. It's my eighth day here and I've lost my beloved dog.

To make matters a million times worse, I didn't change his tags yet to reflect our new number and I very stupidly cancelled my phone service via written letter because that's how they asked me to do it, and never thought about forwarding to my new number. I'm a genuine asshole. I'm fortunate that he does have his veterinary tags on with that number.

We've been searching for hours. I've posted fliers. Baby is lonely. I'm not quite sure what to do anymore.

The sun has gone down and I'm worried about it. He doesn't see well at night. I can't believe I've let this happen. Signing off.

The Sunday Morning Spew

Ok. I have a lot to say this morning. I actually woke up about 20 minutes ago. (Stace, you would be proud.)

We made great strides with the apartment yesterday. I should really call it a townhouse cuz that's what it is . The kitchen is complete, the office is just about done--at least my papers aren't all over the floor--and I convinced Dan to move his desk out of here. Phew! I've unpacked most of my closet, which posed itself as a real problem. We had to go to Target last night and buy all of these organizers. I just don't have the closet space I used to have. Even with the organizers, I can't buy another sweater this year. I haven't unpacked my handbags yet, and I can't find a place for the skinny clothes.

Today, I'm going to buy a CD/DVD holder, which I'm very excited about...and then I'm going to put out all of my beloved trinkets. Dan will be so happy.

I did go shopping on Friday night. It was fun. I purchased some presents for those Fluffy Little Chickadees that helped me with my move. Now, it's just a matter of finding the Ithaca Post Office. I bought a tee, a pair of pants and an orange skirt. It's ugly, too--and when I wear with my cowboy hat as I did last night--I get a lot of stairs. Luv it. Dan seems to like it...he thinks it looks great. I also purchased two DVDs, Blue Crush and Swimming Pool. If you haven't seen either, I suggest you take your butts down to Blockbuster asap.

SO here are my other thoughts for the day.

• Please donate to the victims of Hurricane Katrina if you haven't already done so.
• Please have a good freakout about Bushy having a second Supreme Court opening in four months.
• Please remember that I like visitors and that I'm a good host. (Kimmee I'm v. mad at you.)

Anyway, gots to get me some coffee. Talk later.

P.S. this lovely photo is complements of my super-talented friend AZ-The Ziggah. Looks like Jenni Lee?

Delicious Coffee

We purchased some wonderful coffee last night at Wegman's...that place is magnificent. So I think I'm only going to work until 3pm today. Granted, it is a holiday weekend. I always say that and then I'm at my computer until 10pm.

Ok so the TV is really bad here. I miss my DirecTV so much that I'm just boycotting television altogether. In fact, I really haven't watched any TV this entire week. I know--it's hard to believe.

I must admist that I'm totally enraptured by the Anthony Kiedis book Scar Tissue (thanks Stacy!). It's a really in depth account of his life. Given he's done so many drugs, it's hard to believe he remembers it all. Anyway, he's hot. Dan said if the opportunity ever came, I could have my way with him.

Actually, that's not true. I wouldnt' even ask Dan's permission.

Kimmee - Just tell this doctor that these meds he's putting you on are just not doing the job. DON"T tell him your mom walks around with morphine patches. When you and Jay coming up--the end of the month?

One of Our Happier Moments

My Head Hurts

Once again, I have given myself a headache.

My Dearest Kimmee - I'm so sorry about your jaw. I know you love pain killers tho'.

Sandra - no luck with the honey stand yet. I'll let you know.

Signing off...We're going to Wegman's--this gigantic supermarket. It's the place to chill in Ithaca.

Ithaca is OK

My brother Marshie hasn't pooped, but he's farting a lot and it's bothering me.

The Birds Are Chirping

Good Morning -

I'm having some phone problems this morning, which pisses me off because I've got a lot of talking to do today.

Today is going to be a good day. I feel it. Maybe that means I have to take myself shopping.

Listen Guys...I promise I will call all of you this weekend. I've just been in a weird place lately. Not bad, just weird. Basically, I'm having trouble verbalizing things--and I'm also trying to get used to my new life on my own.

I have to admit, I love this apartment complex! There are many students living here...and lots of dogs. Everyone is so nice--and not creepy sweet.

Gotta sign off...there is money to be made.