Dear Reader,
I have not blogged lately because I'm too busy thinking about my Botox. It was due to wear off any day now, and I've been trying to decide whether or not to get more. On the one hand, I looked younger, and as a side note, surprised. On the other hand, I suffered from puffy eyes more. Puffy eyes is a side-effect of Botox that doctors don't won't you to know about.
So for the last three months, I've been debating, do I want to do Botox again, and if so, can I deal with looking like a heroin addict? Puffy eyes makes the veins under my eyes more visible. That is not good.
Today, the damn Botox finally wore off. My eyes are not puffy, but on my right eye, especially, there are wicked wrinkles. I turned to Kiehls, my mainstay. I drank some wine. I am getting on a plane at midnight and I am flying to Savannah, where there is more humidity than common sense. I hope the humidity helps. Savannah is, by all accounts, more fun than Botox. On the other hand, the only place I can think of that is more humid than Savannah is the Rain Forest. They have things that kill you in the Rain Forest, at least the part that still remains. What would Al Gore do?
Regardless of what Al would do (obviously, by looking at him he does not do Botox) I still do not know if I will do another round of Botox or just relocate to the Rain Forest. On the one hand, if I relocate to the Rain Forest, I will have snakes and jumping spiders to concern myself with. If I do Botox, I have to deal with puffy eyes. You F'ing tell me, which is worse? Unless you are a man, you will not understand.
July 18, 2007
July 03, 2007
Brother Can You Spare a Scooter?
Um, is this irony? If so I’m not getting it. Sheryl Gay Stolberg (there’s a joke in that name somewhere, I just haven’t found it) writes in the Washington Post: “President Bush’s decision to commute the sentence of I. Lewis Libby Jr. was the act of a liberated man — a leader who knows that, with 18 months left in the Oval Office and only a dwindling band of conservatives still behind him, he might as well do what he wants.”
I wonder if Sheryl is like my pal KB’s token Republican friend, Beverly. I’ve known Beverly for the last four years, and during that time, two things remain constant. 1) Her love for George W. Bush, and 2) She’s always drunk. But it’s okay because she has fabulous taste in wine and has taught me about a couple good vineyards that produce consistent wine in the $30 range. I will always, and I mean always, tolerate a Republican who has good taste in wine.
But this is not a post about wine (damn, now I want wine). This is about the demise of what was once an evil marketing empire. W, I have two words for you: Mark Rich. Remember when Clinton pardoned him and your team just raised utter hell. Clinton had just sort of bounced back from the public relations mess of his last term (spearheaded by the Republicans) and the last thing he does is pardon a crone.
This is a bit different, especially in the timing as we have 18 more months of W to suffer through. But it is not much different. Letting a crone off easy is, well, cronyism. Cronyism works really well when I get to be the one who benefits from it. Oh now, I didn't mean that. Truly (Love me, W. Love me!)
Okay, no joking around, this was W showing his cards, showing his real self. Sheryl is somewhat right. I wouldn't call what he's done the act of a liberated man. He would have done the same thing in 2002 if given the chance. This is the act of an ass. Cue Cindy Lauper. "I see your true colors shining through. . ."
I wonder if Sheryl is like my pal KB’s token Republican friend, Beverly. I’ve known Beverly for the last four years, and during that time, two things remain constant. 1) Her love for George W. Bush, and 2) She’s always drunk. But it’s okay because she has fabulous taste in wine and has taught me about a couple good vineyards that produce consistent wine in the $30 range. I will always, and I mean always, tolerate a Republican who has good taste in wine.
But this is not a post about wine (damn, now I want wine). This is about the demise of what was once an evil marketing empire. W, I have two words for you: Mark Rich. Remember when Clinton pardoned him and your team just raised utter hell. Clinton had just sort of bounced back from the public relations mess of his last term (spearheaded by the Republicans) and the last thing he does is pardon a crone.
This is a bit different, especially in the timing as we have 18 more months of W to suffer through. But it is not much different. Letting a crone off easy is, well, cronyism. Cronyism works really well when I get to be the one who benefits from it. Oh now, I didn't mean that. Truly (Love me, W. Love me!)
Okay, no joking around, this was W showing his cards, showing his real self. Sheryl is somewhat right. I wouldn't call what he's done the act of a liberated man. He would have done the same thing in 2002 if given the chance. This is the act of an ass. Cue Cindy Lauper. "I see your true colors shining through. . ."
Hello? Is Anybody Out There
It's been a while since I blogged. I'm not sure I have any readers left as a result. Not that I've ever had many readers. I'm not sure how bloggers get readers, though I know some have been successful. They must have a wide social network of friends who read their blog. I have some friends. Some even like to read. Evidently, they don't like to read my stuff. I will try not to take it personal, but I can't even get my husband to read my blog. Now that's just sad.
I haven't blogged because we sold our house and moved to another part of town. Actually, we moved a quarter mile away. That's hardly another part of town. I still take the same route to work, that's hardly a move at all. Moving takes a lot out of you, as does selling your house. Today's post is about something that has been on my mind for 2 months. The people who bought my house.
When they made the initial offer, the bid $75K less than we asked. In doing so, they submitted a letter to us with the bid. I tore it up after I read it, but I will paraphrase right here:
"Dear homeowner:
We love your home, and we hope you will take this offer. We are good Christian family who will raise our children in the teachings of Jesus. Mom is a stay-at-home mom, and your house will be filled with the smell of baked cookies and other goodies. Little strays, friends of our children, often find their way here, and Mom takes them under her wing. Your pool will be filled with the sound of children's laughter. Blah, blah, blah, George W. Bush is great, we love Jesus, sell us your house."
Okay, that last line was totally made up, but I swear, they might as well have included that. I tore up the letter and refused their offer. I fumed for days over their nerve. How could they presume that raising a kid with good Christian values (what does that mean anyway, that they hate homosexuals and the French?) would make me take their low offer.
A week later, they came back with an offer much more reasonable. I almost did not take it, but fortunately, I was raised with good Christian values, and understood that a dollar is a dollar, and I shouldn't judge people just for being right wing. Plus the market here is really bad and I wanted to sell, and, the last laugh is on them because the neighbors that live behind us are the largest white trash in the world and it was move or kill the bastards. So we sold.
I have new white trash neighbors. This is Vegas, after all. My new neighbors have two pit bulls who I think might eat me if I look at them. So I don't go outside except to get in my car, which is parked in the garage, so techincially, I only DRIVE out of my house, not walk. It's too hot to walk in Vegas right now anyway.
I wonder sometimes how those people are doing living in my old house? Has the smell of tequilla in the blender been replaced with cookies? Has the sound of Sinatra been replaced with a whiney child's voice going, "Moooom, Timmy bit me."
Do they appreciate the little garden we grew in the makeshift courtyard we created? And most of all, I wonder if our white trash neighbors are driving them as crazy as they did us? If not, then I should have held out for more money.
I haven't blogged because we sold our house and moved to another part of town. Actually, we moved a quarter mile away. That's hardly another part of town. I still take the same route to work, that's hardly a move at all. Moving takes a lot out of you, as does selling your house. Today's post is about something that has been on my mind for 2 months. The people who bought my house.
When they made the initial offer, the bid $75K less than we asked. In doing so, they submitted a letter to us with the bid. I tore it up after I read it, but I will paraphrase right here:
"Dear homeowner:
We love your home, and we hope you will take this offer. We are good Christian family who will raise our children in the teachings of Jesus. Mom is a stay-at-home mom, and your house will be filled with the smell of baked cookies and other goodies. Little strays, friends of our children, often find their way here, and Mom takes them under her wing. Your pool will be filled with the sound of children's laughter. Blah, blah, blah, George W. Bush is great, we love Jesus, sell us your house."
Okay, that last line was totally made up, but I swear, they might as well have included that. I tore up the letter and refused their offer. I fumed for days over their nerve. How could they presume that raising a kid with good Christian values (what does that mean anyway, that they hate homosexuals and the French?) would make me take their low offer.
A week later, they came back with an offer much more reasonable. I almost did not take it, but fortunately, I was raised with good Christian values, and understood that a dollar is a dollar, and I shouldn't judge people just for being right wing. Plus the market here is really bad and I wanted to sell, and, the last laugh is on them because the neighbors that live behind us are the largest white trash in the world and it was move or kill the bastards. So we sold.
I have new white trash neighbors. This is Vegas, after all. My new neighbors have two pit bulls who I think might eat me if I look at them. So I don't go outside except to get in my car, which is parked in the garage, so techincially, I only DRIVE out of my house, not walk. It's too hot to walk in Vegas right now anyway.
I wonder sometimes how those people are doing living in my old house? Has the smell of tequilla in the blender been replaced with cookies? Has the sound of Sinatra been replaced with a whiney child's voice going, "Moooom, Timmy bit me."
Do they appreciate the little garden we grew in the makeshift courtyard we created? And most of all, I wonder if our white trash neighbors are driving them as crazy as they did us? If not, then I should have held out for more money.
May 18, 2007
Exxon and its Carbon Cabal
For years, my pals AC and DB have been warning me about global warming. As usual, I pretended to listen while wondering silently to myself which hair spray really gave my shiny locks the best hold. By the way, I favor Pantene. I know it's passé, but sometimes the classics work best.
I saw my pals recently in Boulder. It was darn cold there; meanwhile Vegas was enjoying another late start to spring. AC and DB read me a story about disappearing bee colonies in Florida, and how that could well mark the beginning of the end. Turns out the disappearing bees may be linked to cell phones.
They've been telling me for years that we've been ruining our environment, and our bodies. I had no idea what they were talking about. I mean I'm a healthy 46 year-old gal going through menopause, suffering the early effects of osteopenia, arthritis and debilitating headaches; all normal signs of aging, right? I dunno . . . I sure like my processed food and chemicals.
I have only myself to blame. However, on the bigger issue of global warming, I can't take credit for that alone. No, to share in my guilt there is that wonder of PR, that master of spin, the protector of large marketing departments: Exxon.
In 2006, Exxon doled out dough to 41 climate skeptic groups to groups like American Enterprise Institute, the Heritage Foundation, the Heartland Institute, Frontiers of Freedom and others. Collectively, the groups are known among their nay-sayers as the Carbon Cabal.
The CC has spent the last ten years trying to "inform" the public about global warming due to manmade CO2 pollution. These groups help Exxon color op-ed pages with "arguments against action to curb rampant carbon emissions, they appear on Fox and right-wing talk shows to blast "liberal" or my favorite, "owl-hooting, tree hugging, morons" for "alarming" the public on global warming.
Since 1998, Exxon has spent $23 million proving denial-ain't-just-a-river.
Oh Exxon, it's not global warming that is the issue. Don't you listen to your own conservative spin-masters? It's climate change. Climate change. Remember those words, Exxon. You wouldn't want to scare the world, would you?
I saw my pals recently in Boulder. It was darn cold there; meanwhile Vegas was enjoying another late start to spring. AC and DB read me a story about disappearing bee colonies in Florida, and how that could well mark the beginning of the end. Turns out the disappearing bees may be linked to cell phones.
They've been telling me for years that we've been ruining our environment, and our bodies. I had no idea what they were talking about. I mean I'm a healthy 46 year-old gal going through menopause, suffering the early effects of osteopenia, arthritis and debilitating headaches; all normal signs of aging, right? I dunno . . . I sure like my processed food and chemicals.
I have only myself to blame. However, on the bigger issue of global warming, I can't take credit for that alone. No, to share in my guilt there is that wonder of PR, that master of spin, the protector of large marketing departments: Exxon.
In 2006, Exxon doled out dough to 41 climate skeptic groups to groups like American Enterprise Institute, the Heritage Foundation, the Heartland Institute, Frontiers of Freedom and others. Collectively, the groups are known among their nay-sayers as the Carbon Cabal.
The CC has spent the last ten years trying to "inform" the public about global warming due to manmade CO2 pollution. These groups help Exxon color op-ed pages with "arguments against action to curb rampant carbon emissions, they appear on Fox and right-wing talk shows to blast "liberal" or my favorite, "owl-hooting, tree hugging, morons" for "alarming" the public on global warming.
Since 1998, Exxon has spent $23 million proving denial-ain't-just-a-river.
Oh Exxon, it's not global warming that is the issue. Don't you listen to your own conservative spin-masters? It's climate change. Climate change. Remember those words, Exxon. You wouldn't want to scare the world, would you?
May 17, 2007
Good-bye to the Girls
In a world where people behave badly, seven years ago i found a retreat. Yes, you guessed it. The Gilmore Girls.
Oh shut up. I know that the world is falling apart: war, hunger, poverty, oppression. I can' take Xanax all the time to deal with the stress of it all. Where there is no Xanax, there is Gilmore Girls.
True to this blog of people behaving badly, I have the beloved stars of Gilmore Girls to blame for the cancellation: they didn't want to come back. Or they wanted more money. It depends on which stories you read and believe. Either way, it's their fault for the show being cancelled. Thanks gals, I guess I'll have my doctor refill my Xanax.
Of course, the producers could let the girls go and keep the show going with the support cast. I've never enjoyed a show more where the support cast carried the show. Kirk, Taylor, Miss Patty, Michele, and especially Emily Gilmore, you are the ones I will miss most. And Lane and her band of misfits, and of course, Mrs. Kim.
Go gently into the cancelled night my TV friends. I'll see you in reruns and on DVD.
Oh shut up. I know that the world is falling apart: war, hunger, poverty, oppression. I can' take Xanax all the time to deal with the stress of it all. Where there is no Xanax, there is Gilmore Girls.
True to this blog of people behaving badly, I have the beloved stars of Gilmore Girls to blame for the cancellation: they didn't want to come back. Or they wanted more money. It depends on which stories you read and believe. Either way, it's their fault for the show being cancelled. Thanks gals, I guess I'll have my doctor refill my Xanax.
Of course, the producers could let the girls go and keep the show going with the support cast. I've never enjoyed a show more where the support cast carried the show. Kirk, Taylor, Miss Patty, Michele, and especially Emily Gilmore, you are the ones I will miss most. And Lane and her band of misfits, and of course, Mrs. Kim.
Go gently into the cancelled night my TV friends. I'll see you in reruns and on DVD.
May 13, 2007
Yawn. Religion Again?
In an effort to be fair and balanced (I've never tried this before, but I've got this list of 1,000 things to do before I die. . .) I am posting the below quote from Barack Obama. I do not like what he says. I disagree with him (though factually he is right, I disagree with the sentiment). Keep your religion to yourself, unless you want to bore us. Give us some new rhetoric.
"Secularists are wrong when they ask believers to leave their religion at the door before entering into the public square. Frederick Douglass, Abraham Lincoln, Williams Jennings Bryan, Dorothy Day, Martin Luther King - indeed, the majority of great reformers in American history - were not only motivated by faith, but repeatedly used religious language to argue for their cause. To say that men and women should not inject their "personal morality" into public policy debates is a practical absurdity."
--Senator, Barack Obama
Call to Renewal Conference, June 28, 2006.
"Call me absurd."
--Binx
Lablogda, May 13, 2007
Of course, Obama said that almost a year ago. It will be interesting to see, as we get closer to the 2008 elections, how much he keeps his faith. I don't think this political yarn (or yawn) will bode well with Democrats. Then, on the other hand, if he's the frontrunner, what else are we going to do? Let another Republican in office for another 4 years. Na-uh.
Save me Jesus!
"Secularists are wrong when they ask believers to leave their religion at the door before entering into the public square. Frederick Douglass, Abraham Lincoln, Williams Jennings Bryan, Dorothy Day, Martin Luther King - indeed, the majority of great reformers in American history - were not only motivated by faith, but repeatedly used religious language to argue for their cause. To say that men and women should not inject their "personal morality" into public policy debates is a practical absurdity."
--Senator, Barack Obama
Call to Renewal Conference, June 28, 2006.
"Call me absurd."
--Binx
Lablogda, May 13, 2007
Of course, Obama said that almost a year ago. It will be interesting to see, as we get closer to the 2008 elections, how much he keeps his faith. I don't think this political yarn (or yawn) will bode well with Democrats. Then, on the other hand, if he's the frontrunner, what else are we going to do? Let another Republican in office for another 4 years. Na-uh.
Save me Jesus!
Good Quote
I'm getting tired of this question: Obama, Clinton, Edwards, who will be the next President? Who knows, right, it's too soon, and maybe it will be Rudy or some other Republican. Whatever happens, I heard a quote I like, and I wish W would remember this more (and a few other Republicans, too).
". . . That’s the great thing about the democratic party. You can have a position that wasn’t given to you by a speechwriter."
Bryan Schweitzer
Governor, Montana
Maybe this guy should run.
". . . That’s the great thing about the democratic party. You can have a position that wasn’t given to you by a speechwriter."
Bryan Schweitzer
Governor, Montana
Maybe this guy should run.
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