Tuesday, August 29, 2006
The Good, The Bad, and The Funny-Looking
The day started out with a trip to the park for the puppies. Tammi Faye had found a manmade lake in an unoccupied office park where dogs could swim. Don’t worry – the water has been tested and is very safe. I got some great video. Unfortunately, negative ion girl isn’t sure how to load it onto her computer OR post it. I’ll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, enjoy the stills.
Tammi Faye and the Hounds
Sheba. Hungarian Circus dog hunted to near extinction by gypsies. She knows many tricks but chooses not to do them as this would blow her cover in the witness puptection program.
Buddy. The most awesome puppy ever.
Hooch and Gunnar swimming. Please note that while Gunnar has assumed a hydrodynamic pose, Hooch appears to be trying to run up out of the lake. He still kept up though.
The boys (Fun Bobby and friends) had, meanwhile, gone to a baseball game up north. Drunkney had volunteered to be the designated driver. Let’s just say this was poor planning on everyone’s part. We received a drunken call in the early afternoon to come pick them up in Newport Beach. We road up with a friend and her 7 month old (yeah, good times). Tammi Faye fixed two road sodas (grey goose and Gatorade) which were a bit strong, which brings us to the white-trash moment of our day. We stopped to get gas. I proceeded to remix cocktails in Gatorade bottles – in a gas station parking lot – with a baby in a car seat right next to me. Nothing but class. I know.
We arrived up there and met the boys. I had the pleasure of meeting SweetRob and Miss Frankie. FYI - That is Drunkney's drunken finger in the first photo.
If I could have kidnapped Frankie, I would have. We then proceeded to hit a couple bars in Newport Beach (Mutt Lynch’s, the Beach Ball). Maybe I’ll write about that later.
Suffice it to say, I had a shitty day at work. Remembering that it was still possible to have fun amidst the shit made Saturday well worth it.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
In which we decide...
...that pink lipstick is definitely not for me.
...that one can never have too many pairs of cute orange shoes.
...that cowboy hats with flames on them make me irrationally happy.
And, finally, we decide that I should probably go to sleep if I am going to get up at 5am. Good night!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Potential Band Names
3. Paul Revere’s Granddaughter
4. Stone Cold Fuck Nuts
5. Gradient Coil
6. Purely Experimental
7. Vitriol of Mars
8. Cheese Is Good
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Julie T. Would Say "Asshole", I Call Irony a Cold-hearted Bitch
Why? Oh yes, did I forget to mention that Ah-sweep-ay will be one of my new partners?
That's right...Irony, she is a cold-hearted BITCH.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The Nightmare Before Thursday
Then again, how ominous can it be when you have a puppy who loves to pose with fruit...
So Happy Halloweeny Thursday in August!
Monday, August 07, 2006
RUBY AND SQUIRRELNUTS
As far as this last photo goes, all I can think about is an old Friends rerun...the one where Monica says, "The camera adds 5 pounds." And someone else replies, "How many cameras were on you?" Just let me say that the dress I am wearing swirled, and we were all in action.
Happy trails, Bobos. Safe journey and rapid returns!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
It Must Be Kismet...
For months now, I've been trying to track down one of my favorite comedy sketches...Larry Miller on "The Seven Stages of Drunken-ness". I've been doing my painful, lame-ass recollections...Ha Ha Ha. Yeah, it lacks something in translation. I've searched for a copy on Amazon. No luck. I've looked for the out-take on YouTube. Again, no luck. I'd just about given up.
Tonight, after Ruby's going away party (she leaves for Japan on Thursday and I'm still in denial) and while trying to establish I-chat with Kerri and her articulate fiancee Chris (negative ion girl fails again), I happened to be perusing HBO on Demand. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? No, not any reindeer. The Larry Miller comedy special from 1992. Bless my random luck. If you have HBO on Demand, I highly recommend you watch it. And if you know how to convert it to DVD, could you PLEASE send me copy.
And please, Don't go skiing.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Been there, done that...
Yes, I went to BlogHer 2006. There was drama, there was drunken-ness. Most importantly, there were a buttload of really cool ladies that I met that I now will stalk endlessly. I met some famous bloggers: Dooce, Heather Champ, Maggie Mason and Amalah (and I now know why my Nana always called me Samalah). They were not only larger than life, but sweeter than honey. I met some people I've been reading for a while: Amanda B. and Kerri Anne. They were as sweet as I expected them to be, and as fiery as red hot chili peppers. I met some people I should have met a long time ago: Chantel, Sue Bob, and countless others. They should have been childhood friends, but thank the universe I've been drunk with them now. And Sherri...I'd met her briefly in NYC, but had the pleasure of hosting her in San Diego and driving her sunburnt self to San Jose.
When I first got to San Jose, I thought, "What a mistake. I don't belong here." I didn't like the drama. I was embarassed to say I was on Blogger. People asked me what I blogged about and I thought, "Fuck, I don't know". I responded, "Well, I guess...um...I don't know." Then, I realized, it really doesn't matter. I was there for ME. I was there to meet people that I thought were interesting, and, hopefully, people who thought I was interesting as well.
If I made even a few new friends out of this, it was worth every mile, every dollar, and every Jane-barbie in a bad denim combo. Ladies, next year the first round of margaritas is on me.