Still cold. We're supposed to have a "snow event" tonight and tomorrow, which may mean up to 6 inches of snow.

I'm having orange juice and a yummy croissant this morning.

Have you ever had a stiff neck? Well, this morning I think I have a stiff head. My head hurts to move it.

Lost debuts tonight: ABC 9 pm to 10:02--it's getting an extra two minutes!

It's frozen cold and windy here today.
But it's off to work I go.
Ta.

I got a default jugment against the freeloaders . . . now, if they'll only pay up.
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I made the most delicious Bananas Foster for dessert tonight:

3 tablespoons butter
4 tablespoons brown sugar
2 bananas, peeled and sliced
dash cinnamon
1/4 t vanilla
2 tablespoons Appleton rum

Melt butter in skillet.
Add brown sugar and stir until sugar is melted.
Add bananas and saute until tender.
Add cinnamon, vanilla and rum.

Spoon over vanilla ice cream.
It takes about five minutes to put together and it's almost as good as an orgasm.

I am going to small claims court this afternoon to get a judgment against the evicted tenants. They owe me $1572.41.

I will ask my limousine driver to speed to the County Court House and run over as many redneck white trash lower socio-economic peasants as he can--leaving them broken, battered, and voting Republican.

Power to the bourgeoisie!!

Yes I have fun. No, I didn't get drunk--I just had one extraordinary margarita.
And I ordered seafood tacos.

Eight showed up and we gossiped and laughed--and perhaps even a snort or two.

This afternoon I met my sister for lunch. I had grilled salmon with too-hot wasabi sauce. Man, talk about clearing out your sineses. Afterwards we shopped. I got two pairs of shoes, a denim jacket, from Ann Taylor's that was originally $98 marked down to twenty, and four books and three magazines. A nice afternoon.

Tonight it's Girl's Night Out. In a few minutes I'm meeting about twelve others for drinks and dinner. I'm looking forward to enjoying a Patron margarita on the rocks. I'm wearing my new jacket out tonight.

Since I'm playing today--tomorrow I'll do housework and laundry.

I blocked off a week in May for vacation. I thought about going to Barbados, but then Sanibel Island in Florida is also a possibility. I lived in Florida for five years back in the 80's but never made it to Sanibel. I thought we could also take a guide trip through the Everglades and a day trip to Key West.

Barbados looks cool too--but it's an awfully long way away. Plus next year--our tenth anniversary, we're planning to go on a cruise. My first cruise, and BP's first cruise--so we could do Barbados then.

BP said that I could choose where we go. Because this winter has been so fucking fierce, a beautiful white sandy beach sounds so wonderful.

Any of you been to Sanibel/Captiva?

Precious Kitty Update: I sure hope Mems doesn't miss it!

Nesta's new favorite hobby is to run into the bathroom when I'm finished with a shower and hop into the tub to watch/play with the faucet drip. Isn't she precious??

I can't believe someone who is dirt poor would be against universal health care, even if that plan has flaws. Some amount of health care is better than nothing. This country has got to get on board with the fact that there are millions and millions of people in this country without adequate health care--or any health care. A lot of people have to work past the age they'd like to retire just because they need health care benefits that a full time job gives them. It's disgusting.
Who's going to address this problem? The Republicans? Bah! Yeah, right.

If you didn't already know it, my husband is a saint.

His mother called at 1:30 this morning because her sump pump wasn't working and her shower plumbing was going haywire. She had called a plumber but he wouldn't get there until someime today and she was worried and scared. So BP drove 60 miles out in the bitter cold, fixed both problems temporarily until the plumber came, told her for the 50 millionth time that she should sell that ancient farmhouse and move closer to us, and drove home. He got back about 5:30, poor thing.

I think I'll let him sleep until noon.

Ok, so it's going to be way, way frigid this weekend (that's a meteological term--'way way frigid')

Last weekend I painted something that I want to hang on the kitchen wall. This weekend I'll put the finishing touches on it and ask BP to hang it.

Since we have a 3 day weekend (thanks MLK, Jr!) one project I'd like to tackle is the bedroom closet. It's a catch-all and an absolute mess and I don't even want to tackle it--but it's a job that needs to be done.

Project Runway: I'm sad that Kit was booted. She seemed like such a nice and talented person. I hated all the avant garde creations except Jillian and Victorya's. That coat and ruffled shirt were great! All the contestants this year seem to truly like each other, and not backstabbers like in years past.

A few days ago in Indianapolis some gunmen went into a house (a reputed crackhouse) and murdered the two women there. As if that weren't enough they also killed their two small children (one was a baby.) WTF? Why in the hell did they have to murder those kids? No sense to it at all. Now supposedly three out of the four gunmen have been captured, and of course, each said he was there, but not the shooter. Sigh.

I have a headache.
I think it's because the weather's changing--it's supposed to get very cold this weekend. Or it could be from work. Or a combination of the two. Who knows.

I think all work should cease in the wintertime and we should just burrow beneath bedcovers for the duration, emerging only to pee, eat or read. If a political candidate runs on that platform, I'll vote for him/her.

Email from Meme

Meme received this personalised card from the Bushes. I thought I'd share

Whirligig--love that word

Got up.

Washing sheets.

Watching the light snow fall.

Going to make coffee and pumpernickel toast.

Yesterday I received three garden catelogs in the mail--loving it. This gnome whirligig is on sale. I might have to be tied down to keep from buying it. Isn't it cute?

Britney meets history

I was watching E!'s The Soup with Joel McHale last night. In case you don't know-- it's a show where they show stupid and/or absurb clips of other "real" shows, then make fun of them and the celebrities on them.
Some of Joel's recurring targets to make fun of: Tara Banks (Tara is always about Tara), Oprah and her vajayjay, Barbara Walters and the View, Donald Trump, Pat O'Brien and his Access Hollywood (or whatever entertainment show he hosts,) etc.
He was reporting on the reporting of Britney's mental breakdown and being rushed to the hospital the other day. An entertainment reporter by the name of Jim Moret (as an aside--he's the son of actor James "Moondoggy" Darren) was reporting on Britney leaving the hospital.

Moret: To dodge reporters Britney left Cedar Sinai via an underground tunnel.

Cut to McHale: Ah, Britney--the Harriet Tubman of the bi polar lip syncers.


SNORT! Writer's strike or not---that was funny!

Words of Wisdom

From my quote of the day calendar:

--Three things have helped me successfully go through the ordeals of life: an understanding husband, a good analyst, and millions of dollars.--Mary Tyler Moore

--Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now, that's a real treat.--Joanne Woodward

--A finished person is a boring person.--Anna Quindlen

--Women are always being tested . . .but ultimately, each of us has to define who we are individually and then do the very best job we can to grow into that.--Hillary Clinton

--Love thy neighbor--and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easer.--Mae West

Item:

After twelve years of dependable nuking, my microwave blew up. It went out in a blaze of glory. Literally. A blaze.

My New Love

Nabisco Gingersnaps with REAL ginger and REAL molasses are wonderful! So spicy and gingery!! 4 cookies are only 120 calories with only a little fat.

GET SOME!

Three days ago the high was 7 degrees . . today it reached 64.
It's January.

Vern Yip, Here's a Tip

Have any of you watched Vern Yip's Deserving Design? I like Vern, but his bedroom designs are SOOOOOOOOO impractical!

Of the two bedrooms he's done, one had about twelve glass orbs suspended over the bed with little tea lights in them. When lit they're pretty, but HOW do you light twelve tealights (get up on a ladder?) and WHY would you put twelve tealights on the ceiling when there are so many soft lighting options that would be better.

The other bedroom had a headboard where he incorporated the same type of evil tealights into wrought iron. This bed even had a cloth CANOPY. WTF, Vern? One of the tealights could go awry and FVOOOOMPH! . . .there goes the canopy up in flames.

I wanted to crack the Tealight Headboard Recipient lady in the head! She and her family lost "everything" in Katrina. When Vern did THE REVEAL she and her daughters jumped up and SCREAMED and HOWLED like stuck pigs, then she collapsed on the floor, then the bed then started bawling--mascara running down her face. GOOD LORD and pass the potatoes...Reign it in, Girls!!!
Anyway, Vern you are as cute as a bug with your lip gloss an' all...but, please no more tealights!!