Completely busted the shower today. Had to take a bath and wash hair with Lilo's yogurt tubs.... By the time I got a snuffly and runny nosed L dressed and ready, the hardware store was closed. So no new shower head and stem till tomorrow.
I've been surviving on packaged Weight Watchers cuisine for weeks now, since I HATE to cook for myself alone.
And I own a clorox mop... and swiffer pads. Like mac and pc NOT compatible. oy.
Thank heavens for grandpa Robin, who came over and was full of good cheer. We had lunch at the Americana cafe just across the street. V. Sweet. I had a Turkey club, which only whetted my appetite for t. turkey.
T is in previews for " The Jacob Marley show" and I'm prepping to teach at SCR's Neighborhood conservatory.
Sounds more impressive than I feel, really.
love and oy.
(PS I have spent more money at Target in the last month than I make in a month... oy oy oy, but hey, the Mizrahi stuff is soooooo coooll!
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
No Time for Turkey
No leftover turkey this year, we went to a friends house and have NO leftover's in the fridge. I miss the delicious carcass. and the leftover greasy 900000 calorie stuffing. Am tempted to cook a gobbler tomorrow JUST for the leftovers! MMMMM... sandwich... sourdough... mayo ..LO potatoes... LO cranberry... LO stuffing.... skin skin skin!!!! JD's food was so delicious.. we should've absconded with the contents of his fridge!
There was a guy frying a turkey on Wednesday down at the Vons... Oh how I longed for a crunchy nibble. I do love the turkey meat. GO L--Triptophane!
I had a major Abbot and Costello moment today. I took the nasty ol' shower doors off the tub and tried to take 'em down the elevator quietly to deposit 'em in the recycling. However the dang things are heavy and as soon as I got one loaded up into the elevator, it would go, leaving me to load the other door into the other elevator. Which left me pushing buttons in the lobby trying to get the elevator with my door in it to come back down to me, which it stubbornly refused to do. I finally had to ride to the 6th floor and contrive to push both buttons at once so that I could deposit my doors in the bin .. ah the joys of apartment living.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Notes from the Atlantic
For Halloween T, L and I were the Addams Family (sans Wednesday, cause Rita just wouldn't put on the dress. )I look like I've got a Britney Spears weave. We wandered about the 'hood and met some LOVELY people who gave us Trick or Treat wine.
Then we went to Paul Darrow's and T gave him homemade Punkin' soup. SO GOOD!
We went and played with bunnies on my b-day.
Birthdays after 21 should be outlawed.
Sigh.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Apocalypse Now reducks
Smoke, smoke, smoke.
Yuk.The smoke is so thick and disgusting. We are lucky, nothing has happened here, but, poor San Diego.
T L and I tromped into Hollywood today for auditions (GE for me and Ford for T) Lilo was a champ. He sat in his car seat and told incomprehensible baby jokes the whole time. He was so sweet, even in 99* heat. We had to take Rita, Lala's neurotic Chihuahua with us, so she wouldn't burn up, in case of a conflagration devouring Laguna. So we were at 200 La Brea, a top casting house, with our baby, the dog and two extremely scruffy actors, and little L proceeded to charm the entire house. We get top tier treatment cause everyone is so in awe of the baby. He must be AI from the Blade Runner factory, programed for charm and cuteness. At Trader Joe's I was flustered since they kicked me out, cause no dogs in the market, and a very nice (huge) Man collecting cash for his church watched Rita for me while I bought the baby yogurt. So funny to see this large African American man holding a hot pink leash with an eensy weensy chihua on the end. But he said he felt me and my BEEYOOTIFUL baby deserved the help. Lilo was wearing a Rockies outfit, so that could've been part of the charm.
Well, I've decided today I hate SoCal. Too hot too crowded too fiery too full too smokey too expensive to boot. T and L and I are moving to Minnesota.
Hey, Robert Goulet needs new lungs, let's sacrifice one candidate from each side of the electorate to save him. I nominate Rudy Guiliani, he's a blowhard, his lungs must be huge, and who's Chris Dodd anyway? One lung from each party to unite Ameriker.
Yuk.The smoke is so thick and disgusting. We are lucky, nothing has happened here, but, poor San Diego.
T L and I tromped into Hollywood today for auditions (GE for me and Ford for T) Lilo was a champ. He sat in his car seat and told incomprehensible baby jokes the whole time. He was so sweet, even in 99* heat. We had to take Rita, Lala's neurotic Chihuahua with us, so she wouldn't burn up, in case of a conflagration devouring Laguna. So we were at 200 La Brea, a top casting house, with our baby, the dog and two extremely scruffy actors, and little L proceeded to charm the entire house. We get top tier treatment cause everyone is so in awe of the baby. He must be AI from the Blade Runner factory, programed for charm and cuteness. At Trader Joe's I was flustered since they kicked me out, cause no dogs in the market, and a very nice (huge) Man collecting cash for his church watched Rita for me while I bought the baby yogurt. So funny to see this large African American man holding a hot pink leash with an eensy weensy chihua on the end. But he said he felt me and my BEEYOOTIFUL baby deserved the help. Lilo was wearing a Rockies outfit, so that could've been part of the charm.
Well, I've decided today I hate SoCal. Too hot too crowded too fiery too full too smokey too expensive to boot. T and L and I are moving to Minnesota.
Hey, Robert Goulet needs new lungs, let's sacrifice one candidate from each side of the electorate to save him. I nominate Rudy Guiliani, he's a blowhard, his lungs must be huge, and who's Chris Dodd anyway? One lung from each party to unite Ameriker.
Monday, October 22, 2007
She ran callin' Wildfire...
It's another apocalyptic day here in the land of dreams. We were in Long Beach yesterday doing some move in things, having stopped at Verde Green for some gifts and some chat, we were returning to Laguna, T and I having taken 2 cars, and I was speeding along the 405 when I saw a conflagration in the hills over Irvine. It was absolutely terrifying. I'm worried about our friend JD who lives about a mile away from the "flashpoint" and who was blithely watching a baseball game when I called. I couldn't tempt him to come and stay with us in our LB safehouse. The fires are out of control, the smoke and the heat are unbearable. It's like something out of a Mad Max movie. (tho' hopefully w/o Mel Gibson)
T and I spent the late evening packing our cars with things to evacuate. They are crammed to the gills with art, documents, baby things and my scant jewelry. The doggy is a wreck, the baby knows something is going on. I am rather scared and creeped out by the fire smell. We didn't sleep at all trying to keep abreast of the news. Luckily we have the new apartment to use as an escape.
This morning Laguna was eerily brown and hazy, the sun never really rose, except as a heat lamp. We watched the TV and kept dreading the news that some loathsome idiot had started a pleasure fire in the canyon.
Such a strange day, we've been glued to the TV, but Lilo keeps changing the channels on the remote, so dire news is interrupted by a rerun of Star Trek (bad episode, the one with Lurch... erg!) We are cheerful with him and breezy, but he is very clingy cause he knows T and I are stressed out.
Is the earth trying to tell us to get the heck off her back? All I know is, it's hot, dry, everyone on Temple Hills is cramming their cars with their Sophie's choice goods, and I don't know what to do to make it better.
T and I spent the late evening packing our cars with things to evacuate. They are crammed to the gills with art, documents, baby things and my scant jewelry. The doggy is a wreck, the baby knows something is going on. I am rather scared and creeped out by the fire smell. We didn't sleep at all trying to keep abreast of the news. Luckily we have the new apartment to use as an escape.
This morning Laguna was eerily brown and hazy, the sun never really rose, except as a heat lamp. We watched the TV and kept dreading the news that some loathsome idiot had started a pleasure fire in the canyon.
Such a strange day, we've been glued to the TV, but Lilo keeps changing the channels on the remote, so dire news is interrupted by a rerun of Star Trek (bad episode, the one with Lurch... erg!) We are cheerful with him and breezy, but he is very clingy cause he knows T and I are stressed out.
Is the earth trying to tell us to get the heck off her back? All I know is, it's hot, dry, everyone on Temple Hills is cramming their cars with their Sophie's choice goods, and I don't know what to do to make it better.
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