Russian proverbs
What would I do without my Flower – she IM’s me this about that, “There is an old Russian saying, the first pancake is always lumpy.”
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Month: September 2007
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Loca on way to pokey
I just took Loca to the Bonnabel boat launch for her kennel pick up. She’s on her way to the pokey and I miss the bundle of mess already.
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Those fleeting moments of being true to your feelings
A friend of mine just had an intense, short-lived, love affair. I love this – on the second night of sleeping together, she rolls over and says sweetly, “How’d you sleep, honey?” – the lover responds dreamily, “I couldn’t sleep, I was staring at you all night.” Ahhh. You’ve got to love that one. Reminds me of a text message I got two years ago – “Looking forward to pillow talk” – Now, that is…
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My public persona
A friend says why do you listen to what all these people tell you? I accept dating advice from women who are chronically single. And I say, I invite it by being a public person. If I kept all my life questions to myself then no one would know what buttons to push with me – but instead I’m like a whack a mole, you might not know what hole or issue is going to…
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Moron of Mass Destruction
“The more successful we are, the more American troops can return home.” PRESIDENT BUSH, on Iraq.
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The Moose can smell rejection
Moosey showed up last night on the porch when we returned and were sitting around having a nightcap. Hmm. He has a sixth sense, that one.
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Gal Holiday is all that
There was something in the air last night that made it kind of one of those full tilt boogie nights where everything is hilarious and the music feels so good you just want to move your whole body. Gal Holiday and her Honky Tonk Review were at the dba and we danced and had a blast. Watch out.
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A Pagebook from the International Heartbreaker’s Manual
At Bacchanal the other night, the guy at the table was very interested in the fact that I’m a writer. He looked at me with those almost mesmerizing eyes and said, “What do you write?” And I tried to meet his gaze when I replied, “Mostly email.”
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Next
I had dinner with my mother last night and she asked me about the mesmerizer – I said, I don’t know what is up with the mesmerizer. He’s a nice guy (actually I think I said hot guy) with no time and I’m a nice girl with even less time. And my mother said, “He’s not into you, honey. Next.” Harsh judgment by one’s own mother. Then I speak with Steve a little later and…
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Ah, the art of being yourself
We are all actors fretting and strutting across the stage – some of us strut more naked than others – and perhaps we’re the ones who take the most POW BAM WHAM, since we simply offer up so much more of ourselves than the average bear. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Indeed.