Poor Poor Britney

I think Britney really needs to hire a new PR and management team. Do we all concur here? I mean the Matt Lauer interview was Britney on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown...She was in full trailer park glory. And this - a la Demi. No one can do it better than Demi...and certainly not this Louisiana Sugar Pie. What's worse is that her team is trying to trick us with the black hair into thinking she's smarter, less emotional, more grown up than she actually is. Pobrecita. Signing off.

More on Star Jones

so it's been 10 days since I quit smoking, the most preventable cause of death. there isn't anything that i won't shove in my mouth at this point, so i must be careful.

today i have an obnoxious headache and people are annoying me. i would like to turn off my phones.

have you read the news about star jones? click on title of the post. and does anyone know what Rosie O'Donnell's been saying about star. sheez. she's certainly not one to throw stones. this is a good bitch fest, and i'm eager to see how it plays out.

signing off.

Some Updates

I've quit smoking. It's been seven days. The urge to eat hits me at about midnight - of course, I also haven't had a good night's sleep in seven days.

That quick trip to San Diego last week also completely fucked me up. The amount of travel I did in 48 hours was redick.

So I am not thinking clearly, and I'm working at a snail's pace. I have several deadlines that are like hundred pound weights on my shoulders. I can't seem to process my thoughts fast enough, talk fast enough, type fast enough...

On a good note, Danny was up this weekend and we had a wonderful time. He arrived on at about 1:30 am Saturday morning. We hit Taughonack that day for some sun and swimming. After a few hours of sun, we went to Purity for some icecream. We came home and napped with The Boys in bed. Finally, at about 9pm we made it out to dinner at Maxi's for some raw oysters and a fried oyster po'boy with cajun fries. I just love that place.

I watched Capote this weekend. Philip Seymour Hoffman actually has an incredible profile. He was brilliant, but the characters spoke in such low tones I felt like I was straining to hear for the two hours. We got into bed with Good Night, and Good Luck on Saturday, but I fell asleep, woke up at the end and was up for the next few hours watching Three's Company downstairs. Also gorged on some Strawberry Rhubarb pie.

Last night I popped in a film by Don Roos (Bounce, The opposite of Sex) called Happy Endings with my favorite indie girl Maggie Gyllenhall (sp?). Overall, I just didn't like the film...partially because the characters were so miserable. Y'know Lisa Kudrow is really not a bad actress, but she picks the worst roles. All of her characters are either annoying or plain dysfunctional.

That's it for now...Signing off.

P.S. Amy got a job as a camp counselor! She started this morning.

Too Legit To Quit

Suddenly the song Too Legit just came into my head.

What's wrong with me?

So last night Emily and I hit Olivia's for burgers...with a slice of bacon, melted gorgonzola and a side of herbed french fries. I also celebrated (with an Ithacacosmopolitan) putting to bed a 40+ page year in review that I've been working on for 3 months. I also finished the copy on a real estate Web site. The cosmo was too strong and it made my ears pop.

After our lovely and fattening meal, we hit the bakery at Wegman's for some dessert. Emily needs to eat something sweet after dinner. Much of the time I do too. As we indulged in our comfort food, Emily introduced me So You Think You Can Dance. I'm officially hooked. That female judge they had last night (i believe the judges alternate) is botoxed to high heaven, and any time she opened her mouth the hairs on my arms stood up.

So I've decided that I miss Dan terribly. His first assignment is in a town in NJ, which means he's commuting 2 hours each morning from downtown. It sucks. By the time he gets home, he's thoroughly exhausted.

We're supposed to have a hot weekend, and I've got plans to meet some of Dan's family in Owego on Saturday for the Strawberry Festival.

Today I need to make a large dent in the copy of medical Web site I'm working on; so I need to focus now. No more dilly-dallying this morning. Signing off.

Perez on Britney

Click on title of post. Finally, someone called a spade a spade. Britney was hoooottt for a while, but lately I mean she's looking straight outta the trailer park.

Also, can Mariah Carey get a new stylist. Puh-leeze...

Bring It

OK - we're in need of some hotties. It's been too long.

Give it up for this sexy beast who first caught my eye in Never Been Kissed.

He may have married J-Lo in Monster-in-Law, but that's ok. (I'm actually a fan of this flick.)

We do think Jennifer Garner is a little manly, but I guess that's ok too.











There is no better time than now during the 2006 FIFA World Clup to bring up this sultry soccer player.

There have been reports that he's dumber than a stump, but who cares. I mean c'mon, does it really matter?

Yeah, OK Denise

click on title of post for complete story on Denise Richards talking Heather and Richie

This and That

My regular Saturday morning phone call with my Aunt Dorothy ended with her telling me to take it easy and not try to do too much. Saturdays have become some sort of competition with myself - how much can I pack in to completely exhaust myself. You see the weekends are prime thinking time. I can think myself into a frenzy - and this I do not want. The cycle is as follows: frenzy/panic, slow tears, uncontrollable tears, hysteria, and finally a restlessness that is frightening.

So what do I do on weekends - just about everything. This Saturday I cleaned the house, did several loads of laundry including washing my bedroom drapery, cleaned the fish tank - which resulted in the loss of the beautiful Fishilla Presley, organized my closet and tossed a bunch of stuff, cleaned out my underwear drawer, organized my pajama drawer, shopped for a suit and was somewhat successful (also bought a pair of shoes), went tanning, went to Target for household items, hit the Farmer's Market for flowers and a fine lunch of samosas with tomato chutney (at this point I took a breather to eat in peace by Lake Cayuga), arranged the flowers in several vases throughout my house, tackled the Wine Warehouse for a few bottles of Pinot Noir and that cheap wine they have that's good for cooking, walked the dogs the usual three times, ran and emptied the dishwasher, watered the indoor and outdoor plants (many plants as I'm plant sitting for Matt and Elizabeth), watched most of the movie Gloria with Sharon Stone (horrendous movie, equally terrible acting), took a shower and a bath (thanks Kimmee for the new bath goods), ON DEMAND-ed the flick The Squid and the Whale (excellent, eccentric, fine acting by the naturally beautiful Laura Linney and the endearingly odd Jeff Daniels), spoke to Dan several times, spoke to his brother Robby, finished the book Any Place I Hang My Hat, started the book Kitchen Confidential, drank a bottle of wine, cooked spinach parpadelle pasta with a garlic/wine mushroom sauce, oh - made a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, chopped half a watermelon, two canteloupes and some strawberries for a fruit salad, folded laundry, read In Style, wrote a bit in my therapy journal, got in bed with the rest of Season 2/ Disk four of 24, and when that finished I popped in Season (?) last disk of Nip/Tuck.

I got to relax when I was in the tanning bed, but I had trouble getting out of the it. My back was so tired, I had to sorta roll out.

Sunday started early. Talked to Dan about 3 times before 11:30, hit the dollar store for some small candles, an icepack and an icetea pitcher, a few composition books and some outdoor plant stands, went back to Target to buy this rug I had been eyeing, went tanning, hung bedroom drapery, cleaned the glass that broke from my butterfly box, caught up on my newspapers, finished folding and putting away the laundry, spoke to Peter, Grandma, Amy and Dan's aunt Sheryl, went to Borders cafe to get a piece of carrot cake, but it was under construction, went walking with Baby at this other waterfall near the Falls Creek Theatre, got a burrito from Taco Bell, walked the dogs several times as they never wanted to pee during their normal time, painted two keepsake boxes, finished watching Gloria as I was reading, did the In Style cross word puzzle, drank more wine, (hypocrasy at it's finest here) actually went to Wal-Mart to see if I could find a cheaper carpet than the one at Target, but to no avail, wound up buying a wire-framed file holder, caught up on the back episodes of ER - fuckin a didn't record the season finale (any takers - please call and give me the skinny), caught up on The Hills (that Heidi girl is DUUUUUUMB), finished watching Mr and Mrs Smith that I started watching with Emily on Friday night (making its rounds on Cinemax - truly bad movie), edited some of Emily's essays for medical school, cried a bit, got into bed with the rest of Nip/Tuck followed by Girl Interrupted - passed out at some point.

Friday night Emily and I did happy hour followed by dinner and mojitos at Maxi's - just love that place - and wine and a movie at her place. Thursday night we hit half-price rolls at Little Tokyo and ended with sundaes at Purity - delish.

Today I am bored and want to crawl back into bed. I have so much work to do and am dragging my feet. Signing off...

Seriously

It irks the shit out of me that Amy continues to have to find the dead in her home. This poor kid has been through so much. Enough already. Sadness doesn't completely describe what I feel. I feel something more of a soul crushing; it's a non-physical pain that blackens my body from head to toes. And, yes, I am pissed as hell.

Check It

it's funny how some mornings i simply can't find the SNOOZE button on my alarm clock. i've had the same alarm for about nine years, but i can slap around the top of it, and still neglect to feel the distinct edges of the comforting button.

i'm always restless in the summer. can't decide if i want to watch tv, go to bed, read, eat, drink wine, walk, take a bath, watch a movie...nothing seems satisfying or fulfilling.

now is a good time to talk about Anthony Bourdain, the executive chef at French eatery Les Halles in NYC, non-fiction and fiction author, and host of his self-titled show Anthony Bourdain. No Reservations on the Travel Channel. This program is absolutely phenomenal. It chronicles Bourdain's travels to various locations both domestic and international with a focus on the food of the culture. And we're not talking pricey, snobbish restaurants here. This is often back-alley cookin'.

Bourdain also has the no-holds-barred style, and his program has a disclaimer after the finish of every commercial round. He's a drinker, a genuine badass with charm, wit and intelligence, to boot. He also loves to make fun of the so-called celebrity chefs like Lagasse, Rachel Ray and Bobby Flay, which is so great. So i'm in love. Dan finished his book Kitchen Confidential, which explores the underbelly of the culinary scene. He said it was a great read, and I can't wait. Anyway, check out No Reservations. Click on post title for link to Travel Channel.

Pen Pen

Penny passed away today. Rest in Peace Dear Penny Pie. 6/6/06

Some Stuff

Read - June 15 issue of Rolling Stone - Chili's cover story.

Listen - Stadium Arcadium. Took me some time, but I am growing fond of...

Watch - someone please go back into your On Demand and watch some Big Love. The show is just great. I'm very intrigued by polygamy (i'm pretty sure i've said this before), and am convinced that I see polygamists all the time...just last weekend at Robert Treman park.

Do put blueberries in your pancakes.

Do bust a move when the feeling arises. I don't get to dance too often, but man when I do it feels good.

New favorite thing: pure lemongrass oil.

fucking blogger is giving me a hard time about posting photos

Finally...

...a nice day. I'm eager to go outside and do some potting. AC Moore had a sale on pots so I purchased a bunch for my tomatoes, squash, cucumbers...The cold spell we had a few weeks ago killed everything I had plented so I'm going for a second round.

Anyway, this weekend was pleasant. Did some shopping, watched some movies, drank some wine, saw Dan off to NYC.

Def. see Pretty Persuasion. Evan Rachel Wood is the best young actress around. The movie is so dark and clever. The one-liners are brilliant - including Evan Rachel asking her stepmom played by James King if she fucks ducks. I mean c'mon - is this my type of movie or what?!

Also watched June Bug...again, excellent acting by Amy Adams (The Wedding Date). The movie is just OK, but it's worth adding to the Netflix.

Ahhh, Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter - what an incredible song. Just chills me. Brings me back to being in the movies with moms viewing Closer and thinking, god damn, what a movie...how good is Clive Owen.

Write more later. I've got some products to tout. Signing off...

Robert Treman Photos

Couldn't find good ones and I didn't take any. Wait...Robby took a bunch...have to ask Dan if we've got em.

Again, Please Stop Having Sex

Click on title of post to read about Anna Nicole.

I'm currently listening to the song Toy Soldiers by Martika circa 1988. Step by step...heart to heart...left right left...we all fall down...

Anyone check out the new MTV program The Hills with LC? I tivo'd it.

New eateries discovered - The Souvlaki House - greek, italian and pizza. it's a little strange. Custard icecream at Grand Slam Deli only in the summer. Breakfast burritos at the Farmer's Market.

Happy Birthday to my lil bro Pete. He's 14 today.

Currently reading: Any Place I Hang My Hat by Susan Isaacs. Last week I finished reading Something Blue by Emily Giffin and something else I can't remember - a mystery I think.