Archive for August, 2006

Al Gore didn’t invent the internet, but he showed up and that counts!

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

A few people who evacuated days after Katrina hit were treated to an unexpected surprise when from the private jet, Gore appeared and said “don’t worry, I’m here to help” – fuck George Bush and his stupid mother, Barbara, who said the people who had to leave New Orleans had it better under the charitable care of Texas than they had back home. Fuck them both where they breathe. Bless Al Gore, who did what a lot of other individuals did in that horrible time of crisis, they got off their asses and became everyday heroes. Bless you all. United we stand, divided we fall.

Census just delivers the bad news again

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Men outearn women in every state and every region. Most abhorrent is the finance industry where men outearn women by 55%. I sent a note to Jon, my boss, and said it had shades of Nick Zaharias written all over it and I hope that he thinks about this inequity ALL THE TIME.

Apartment prices falling

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

The Can just put notes on our door that they are reinstituting referral rewards – $200 if you recommend a friend. Seems like people are moving out and that is a good thing – getting back in their homes and bringing the apartment prices down.

Manifesto No 1 by Shooter Jennings

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

In his song, Shooter sings “let your hair down, get out of that skirt, oh, but leave them high heels on….”

The podiatrist told me today I have a high instep and can’t wear flip flops anymore – he said high heels are better for me – I said, honey, I love you!!!!!

Walgreens not WalMart

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Amy called to say the fall is from Walgreens not WalMart – and she wants to do a girl get together soon – I love this woman! A great thing to come out of my knowing L, man of mystery – I met her at his party and we were thick as thieves from the getgo.

I told her the last time I wore a fall – I had gotten a perfect one shopping with S at Nordstrom. And Steve and I had put on weight so I decided to make all of October – Sextober – and so the plan was for when he got home from work, we would have sex instead of focusing on what was for dinner. The first night I wore my fall and put on a sexy cami and panties and waited for him in bed with some candles lit – and let me tell you – we did lose weight!

For crying out loud

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Mom called and said she had wanted to come last night but she couldn’t because she couldn’t stop crying. Instead she watched the television coverage like watching a train wreck and cried herself to sleep.

T fears he may end up in the ziti

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

T called to commiserate about the house remodel – turns out he can’t move in this week like promised – go figure. Anyway, I told him I am not speaking to him since he didn’t come last night – he said he just couldn’t do it, but in hindsight he should have because it would have probably been better for his psyche than sitting home alone. He suggested I sleep with K – take one for the LaLa. I said forgetaboutit. Meanwhile, if he totalled what his house remodel has cost him so far, he says he’d puke. Don’t I know it! Then again, his carpenter died, mine is a living nutball.

Breast Feeding the world, one man at a time

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Okay, so the bad mothering is in my own family too – my stone fox nephew is in jail because of some drug dealing – and QED – here’s a boy who was taught from the getgo that he is so adorable there are no consequences for his behavior – he got by on a wink and a smile up until now.

It’s like feeding your dog too much – they get fat and it’s unattractive. Golden boys who grow up to be needy men are unattractive.

Mothers don’t let your sons grow up to be like they are

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Today at the podiatrist – my foot got tweaked at Madonna in Chicago back in June and it wasn’t healing – I was chatting with the nurse – she had a photo of her son up and I asked how old he is and she said he just started kindergarten and had just received a note from the teacher because he rolled his eyes at her. I laughed. She said her son is too smart and he gets bored easy. She took away his television privileges and was thinking of taking away karate but she said he needs it because it helps him focus. I said it sounded like a fair plan and he doesn’t need television anyway. She said her mother tells her she spoils him.

I said PLEASE – listen to me – for all the women in the world PLEASE do not spoil your son because you will ruin that man for every woman in the world.

Mothers who spoil their sons handicap them in this modern life. It seems like most of my lovers have been men whose mothers did everything for them. Then they want and find a wife who does everything for them. Well you know what? – modern women don’t do everything for their man – and let’s just say I was a late bloomer (that has been proven more than a few times) – BUT by the time this woman’s son grows up, there is not going to be one single archaic woman around to wash his clothes, cook for him, coordinate social and familial schedules, clean the house.

This future man WILL BE ALONE.

So Mothers – you are doing your son a disservice in spoiling them by doing everything for them.

Anyway, the nurse said she didn’t want me to go when I was leaving – she said she enjoyed talking to me so much – I could spend my life as a professional talker. Wait, that is what I do kind of – Steve said my job is all about gossip and talking on the phone – what’s not to love? – okay it’s WAY more than that – but talking is what I do.

And just in case any of you women out there reading this are thinking haughtily that you are not like me because you split the chores with your significant other – PISH POSH – don’t make me laugh – mothering men is not just about who cooks or cleans more in the relationship, it’s about taking care of them as if they are children – perhaps the worst offenders are those women who keep their man on a short leash, telling them they will “be in trouble” if they act out – GOOD LORD – trying to keep that control/maternal vestige intact – CUT THAT UMBILICAL CORD I say.

Yes indeed – mothers you have ruined our boys for life and now it is taking a lot to undo the damage.

S – who never cooked anything in his life – is over there in his apartment cooking Halibut and Leeks – know why? – a) he wants good food, b) he wants to impress Ms. Right, and c) I AM NOT THERE COOKING IT FOR HIM. One part of me thinks he could have at least tried once in our marriage to make Halibut and Leeks – well, for someone who doesn’t cook, he did make me carrot cakes for my birthday from scratch a couple of years in a row.

At the same time, I do love to cook – so to indulge my own self, I am serving up baked ziti with Italian sausage at Sip this Friday night to go along with their Italian wine tasting.

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie – what can I say – that’s amore…….

Progress and Regret

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Progress: Randy from LaMaison is coming to install the wood windows in the master bathroom Saturday morning – HOORAY!

Richard – the glazer gave me a quote of $8500 to put glass in in the three large windows up in the office – OUCH – Lyn in California who manufactured the metal frames got me a quote from a California company for $1800 plus $1000 shipping. YEAH!

Vic got the fascia board up and the roof is going on the addition tomorrow – YEAH!

Twickler is giving me a quote for the waterproofing for the terrace and hopefully that will be done soon – FINALLY – K has been holding me hostage on this matter for three months.

Speaking of K – yesterday I lost it – remember I said I have a long fuse, not a short one, but remember he lit the fuse months ago so this is just the same fire. So I went off – so bad – the other guys all kind of left the building – and today he called me and wants me to go on a long bike ride with him. What goes on? I ask you. I said NO NO NO. I said I don’t want a personal relationship with him. I can barely tolerate the professional one.

S, my contractor, said he definitely has balls to keep asking – begs the questions – from ball-less to balls – what’s a girl to do?