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so what's going on today. helluva lot! today was crazy. if only i had an intern, i could get rid of all this administative bullshit i have to get done during the day. i spent hours building media lists. i'm even behind on my invoices. i don't really have the money to pay anyone tho' and kids ain't working for free these days.

dan's in manhattan today. it's the tree lighting. poor dan. so he's going to get back tonight at aroudn 1pm go to calls in the morning and leave for nyc again in in the afternoon. he's got to stay the night for yet another mtg. on monday morning. i don't like being alone in he house at night anymore.

ok so AZ and Stace - totally into Laguna Beach. I noticed that my sister speaks like Kristen every once in a while. she's hooked on the show too.

let's get some comments going on last night's episode of Nip/Tuck. fuck a duck dude. that was some crazy shit. anyone have a copy of last week's episode. i can't believe i missed it - don't know what i could have been doing that was more important than watching Nip/Tuck....oh yeah, that's when Dan's brother came over.

gots to go. time for LOST. signing off.

Some Chatter

since i arrived back in 'Thaca late Saturday evening, it has snowed, reached nearly 60 degrees, been wind crazy and torrentially downpoured.

i'm thinking a need a day at a spa. shannon covered the nails and feets with the fancy gift certificate she so slyly had danny pick up for me at a salon on The Commons. i still haven't made an appointement, but probably will try to for the weekend. i need this hair cut, these brows tweezed and some sort of facial rejuvenation. plain and simple, i look like shit. i swear i've aged 10 years.

i think i'm off the salami. my lastest craving is cereal--particularly any sort of frosted square. i prefer the POST brand of frosted mini's to the registered Frosted Mini-Wheats. just as an fyi.

the new sleeping aid i take leaves a rather bitter taste in my mouth. i think it also makes my farts extra stinky - tho that could be the salami. at least it doesn't make my crotch itch like the valium. but none of you need to know any of this. i've just been building media lists for too long and my brain is deflating.

i got two inquiries for business today and its freaked me the fuck out. i can't really handle any more work, but i am interested in, well, i'd seriously like to make additions/deletions to my current roster if you catch my drift. also, writing for me as become a big old bitch. i hate it. i can barely get my words straight. it's funny when you go through a traumatic experience you lose your faculties. i find myself relying on my eyeglasses more; repeating stories; seriously forgetting having conversations about x, y and z; excessive thirst; daily headaches; fatigue; physical weakness (and we all know i think i'm Hercules - remember the toe incident?).

anyway, i'm kinda like a walking timebomb. i wonder if i'm going implode from emotional pain or explode from just being frightened and overwhelmed. either way it'll just suck. that's what i'm working on with my therapist. i'm supposedly running on less than a quarter of a tank and need to say no, better prioritize, know my limitations, and all that other stuff. signing off.

Recent Splits and Other Gossip.

OK so I haven't been keeping you up on the gossip front. I will resume my duties as soon as possible. Click on this post's title to get some scoop about Nick and Jessica. It's almost embarassing with them. Like I've said before, we all know deep down inside that Jessica went pro-ho.

Giselle and Leo are done...again.

There's a rumor going that Nicole Kidman might be getting hitched to that country dude Keith Urban.

Paris Hilton, another pro-ho, might have been the one to finally break up Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush.

Stacy - Tate Donovan got married this weekend. Sorry. :-(

Rick Springfield (yes, I said Rick Springfield) will return to General Hospital after 50 years of really doing nothing else. Gosh I had the biggest crush on him. I used to wear a Rick Springfield button that my Uncle Frankie made for me. Suprised he didn't wear it.

About Her Part I

This is more for me than for anyone else. As each day passes, I make a mental list of things that I will miss about my mom. (It just so happens that a lot of things are food oriented. Gosh that woman could cook.) It's funny, but even when she was alive, there are things that I needed from her and missed about her on a daily basis (as I hope you all realize about your own parents)... It's dinner time and you're craving your mom's special pasta. You just got out of a hellacious meeting and you really want to discuss it with your dad. You need advice from your mom about the amount of money to give as a wedding gift...

Mom, these are the things that made me so happy.

1. the day you told me you were pregnant with Amy
2. the smile on your face when you watched Peter get off of his flight from Guatemala to the U.S.
3. pumpkin pancakes
4. eggnog pancakes
5. sausage and green apple stuffing
6. arroz con gondules
7. pasta with diced tomatoes and mozzarella
8. discussing our favorite tv shoes like LOST and Desperate Housewives
9. trading books
10. shopping at TJ Maxx
11. buying gifts for her from my trips
12. her delight at opening those gifts
13. watching her decorate the Christmas tree
14. stuffed peppers
15. seeing her in her penny loafers
16. watching her dance
17. smoking cigarettes with her on the deck
18. empanadas
19. talking to her everyday on the phone
20. asking her, "how the hell do I cook this?"
21. gossipping about celebs
22. christmas shopping together
23. eating pecan sticky buns from the place in the Danbury Mall
24. watching the Thanksgiving Day parade together and commenting on the new floats
25. her birthday gifts
26. dumping out the contents of my christmas stocking before her eyes
27. watching her opening the christmas gifts I so carefully picked out for her and knowing how much she loved them
28. breakfast on christmas morning
29. rapping over a freshly brewed cup of coffee
30. talking to her about my recent successes
31. watching her kiss and hug the pugs
32. watching her take care of Pen Pen
33. seeing her curled up on the couch in her pj's
34. watching her run her hands through her beautiful hair
35. the smile she had when she said something bad
36. the smile she had when I said something bad
37. watching movies together, which she would usually fall asleep during
38. the look on her face when she walked into a store that she really liked
39. eating Chinese food together
40. walking the dogs together
41. borrowing her jewelry, shoes and shawls for special occasions
42. the smile on her face when she returned from a dinner with her husband
43. her sweet smell
44. the shine of her hair
45. potato salad
46. nacho dip
47. hearing her sing Spanish songs

Post T-Day and All That

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I realized that my cooking skills aren't nearly as bad as they used to be, and I managed to pull off the annual feast without getting anyone sick. In fact, the food tasted pretty damn good. Overall, the day was as good as it possibly could be.

The past few days have been strange. Before we left I dropped my pearl earring--the very last birthday present from my mom--down the bathroom sink drain. Dan found me on the bathroom floor crying. Being the wonderful guy that he is, he created this thin tubing hooked up to the wet/dry vac to go down the drain. It didn't work, but his sweet attempts put me at ease. We called maintenance and while we were gone for holiday they managed to fish it out.

We got digital cable and a DVR before we left, so that made me feel better. At least I now have my mindless comfort machine.

My aunt and cousin came up to W.C. on Friday and we went thru my mom's things. The weekend of the wake, I found this very old photo album from the 70s with pics of my mom in high school. My aunt told me that my mom used to sell pot. That made me laugh. Only my mom...

I have more to write, but I've got to get some work done. Signing off.