Three p.m. snack: edamame with salt and garlic, pita garlic bread.

Delicious.

The moving process begins Friday night. I can hardly keep my under-things from bunching. This glorious Memorial Day weekend, we will be cleaning, painting and, probably, tuning in to the following shows for inspiration: Trading Spaces, Surprise by Design, Before & ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I am convinced that I have the combined annoying qualities of Monica AND Ross of Friends (intense competitiveness, always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday!

(Goat)

I hope it was (and continues to be) a wonderful birthday (week).

I'm wicked tired and fever-ish.

And, apparently, I'm suddenly from Boston.

The middle of the week is not my friend.

The good news is, I baked chicken last night (in chipotle pepper, lime and garlic sauce) for quesadillas and it's on the menu for today's lunch.

I work for the Federal government. I hate this country. Good night.

Yesterday, my hair turned curly. A strange phenomenon, no ( Read more... )

Fucking-a, man. Seriously. That fucking dog, man. Seriously.This is the conversation that takes place on the other side of our backyard fence. The neighbors are so incredibly verbose it sometimes hurts ( Read more... )

We watched Tootsie last night, one of the great films from my childhood ( Read more... )

We saw The Two Towers last night. It was madness, but worth it. Even from the third row ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention that Laurie and I saw 8 Mile last night. It was fantastic.

Next on the list are:
Real Women Have Curves
Frida
Igby Goes Down
Moonlight Mile (which isn't out here - why?)
Bowling for Columbine
Punch Drunk Love
White Oleander

Gary and Steve were a hit. We didn't look a day older than 25, and my captain's hat put me more in the category of "The Love Boat" or "Gilligan's Island" than "fabulously retired homosexual from Palm Springs," but, still, it did the trick ( Read more... )