We all do things we come to regret. And in those moments of regret come moments of self-reflection.
Questions like “why did I do that?” help us learn and grow. I’m not here to enlighten you with something I learned in one of those moments. I just needed a way to get in to my topic.
In the middle of the night, I woke up thirsty. I staggered into the kitchen for some water.
It was three a.m., so the details of what happened next are a bit hazy, as if they were part of a dream. I’m certain it wasn’t a dream because there was a bottle of water on my nightstand this morning.
One of the places I go to maintain the proper amount of snark in my diet is Blogdramedy. She does not disappoint on her blog, or in her contribution to Guest Post Week. Thanks B!
They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
I say if you show up at an award ceremony wearing the same dress that I have draped over my voluptuous curves, you better have flame-retardant dainties on ’cause I carry a blowtorch in my clutch.
I have top billing in the film that is my life. And if James Lipton would just pick up the phone and call me to book me on his show, Inside the Actors’ Studio, I’d tell him all about it.
You know James. The urban and oh so laid back bon vivant who somehow manages to book the top celebrities and show biz illuminati for his television show. He leads them on a fun-filled reminisce about their rise to fame and fortune and they, when he gives them a chance to get a word in edgewise, pretty much agree with all he has to say. The show ends with James inviting some of the acting students to ask questions of the guest and then he gets down and dirty with seven questions that are very predictable but who doesn’t want to know Meryl Streep’s favorite curse word? I know I was hanging over the edge of my ottoman waiting for the answer.
It’s all a bit of a love-fest fiesta and I want me some of that. Now if he’d only have his people call my people… Read the rest of this entry »
I believe that no adult should go to the toy section of a store without a second adult who will get the jokes about how funny some toys are. During the holidays, The Omawari-son and I visited the toy section of a local store in search of a gift for one of my nephews. Our efforts paid off, both in terms of the gift we found and in a great laugh.
The Toy Section
By definition, the toy section of any store must be a devastated wreck throughout the holiday season. That devastation is one of the things that makes being there fun. Nothing is where it belongs. This facilitates finding things you aren’t really looking for.
We were not looking for Wise Cracking Spiderman, but we were really happy to find him. Read the rest of this entry »