New Jet? SHUT UP!

Setting the record straight

Katy rocked the house. Completely sad that it is over.
I must comment though, on my date, Lisa. Who drank NOTHING.. she seemed to be rocking but at the end of the evening, she said"call me when you get home"implying I was not safe to drive....It was late!!!! I know she thinks I was wasted??!?!?!? BUT Darling, I had like zero food and 1 cocktail and a corona.. I was buzzing pretty good and I do admit I was jumping around a little bit crazy.. but I was not wasted. I was having fun!
I am off work today and I know the stories will be flying.

Danny, THIS is Katy Perry.

Is it just me, or do you want to pet her kitty, too?

all worth it

confessions of a girl crush

Over the weekend, I went to my work husband's 30th party.. It was beyond fun. He doesn't play for my team, if you get my drift, so I was a minority in the orientation department. Where I normally like to be the life of the party, I had NOTHING to offer these boys. (heavy sigh) I did have a ULTRA FAB time.. but was bummed when my "date" Trecia wanted to bolt early. She was all glammed up (tight sweater, F Me boots, Big ol hoop earings) to go to this after hours Reggae club. As I understand it, she wanted to get her groove on .. or some such thing.
We really had a splendid time, though.. She and I got some dinner before the shin dig and I dare say she was looking for some Megster lovin. We were driving in circles in the Mission In SF, and she kept directing me to hotels and motels .. and dimly lit parking garages.. HM. Sweetness!! My dear bestey, I love you to literal pieces, but it would never work out between us.. You MUST know how I hate the buffet. I only deal with my own under protest. And besides my latest girl crush is the way Hot Erin from the City. She's more my type. She kinda reminds me of my 2nd hubbies (Nic Cester) girlfriend, Pia. Can we still be besteys??

Erin from the City.. AKA my girl crush (tee hee I am blushing)

"...........He's spoiling all men for me.........."

Dear Malia and Sasha,

I know that you've both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn't have let you have. But I also know that it hasn't always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn't make up for all the time we've been apart. I know how much I've missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.

When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I'd make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn't seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn't count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that's why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.

I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potential—schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to college—even if their parents aren't rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity.

I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you'll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.

Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our country—but when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not free—that with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.

Sasha (l) and Malia Obama at play in New Hampshire in 2007.

Bumper cars at the Iowa State Fair in August 2007.

That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.

She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better—and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It's a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.

I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances you've had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so much—although you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential.

These are the things I want for you—to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That's why I've taken our family on this great adventure.

I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.


Love, Dad

at last ....

Perspective is a bitch

My story~

I went to Safeway tonight and I was more scatter brained then normal. I was going from end to end and I really had no clear idea of what I wanted or needed. I thought I was finally done, when I realized I needed some Splenda. As I walked past register 1, I thought my eyes were deceiving me... There stood good ol #7 of the San Jose Earthquakes, Mr Ronnie O' Brien. I kept walking.. I had this internal conflict about what a wonderful fateful moment I was passing up. So many different things had to happen to get us both right here right now. I made an executive decision and decided that Splenda was not a necessity and I high tailed it back to register 1. I could tell Ronnie was taking quick glances at me. He led his wife in front of him so that we could be side by side. He loaded all his groceries onto the belt and then pushed his cart forward. I proceeded to put my items on the belt and I caught him sneaking peaks at me. His blue eyes were magnificent and I knew he was sending me secret Irish thoughts of love. He proceeded to pay and walk out. As soon as he was far enough away, I gushed at the clerk..."Do you know who that was? Ronnie O'Brien!!! " All I got was.."WHO?" It didn't matter, I knew who he was.. I knew we shared a beautiful moment at the Safeway.. (Heavy Sigh)


Most likely, Reality~
After talking to my bestey Tresha and my current husband Victor, they believe my perspective was a little flawed. Here is how they both see it. (Strangely the same!!)
The season had been over for awhile.. and Ronnie and his wife hadn't been bothered by freaky fans lately, so they figured a Monday night trip to the market would be nice. They shopped and went to the first register with the smallest line. They unloaded the groceries and realized a peculiar girl was staring at them. Ronnie moved his wife away from the freak and put his body between his beloved wife and this crazed lunatic. Ronnie peered at the girl every now and again to make sure he was not bum rushed. He paid and they high tailed it out of there. Excited they averted a scene.

She is ok

A few years ago, a lady died in the bathroom where I work. Well, not just a lady, my friend, Pam. I wasn't at work that day. I was on the way home from a soccer game in Los Angeles. I was bombarded by calls from everyone at work .. giving me all the sordid details about the event. Pam went into the bathroom and someone found her, almost on the floor, in one of the stalls. Apparently, several of my co-workers feverishly tried to revive her and were able to keep her alive until the paramedics arrived. They took her to the local hospital where her condition remained touch and go.

I returned the next day and the news had not improved. Several of us went over to the hospital to show her boyfriend support and get a better idea how she was doing.
When we saw Pam, we realized just how serious it really was. Machines were keeping her alive. Her boyfriend was inconsolable. Pam died the next day. It all seemed kind of unreal to me, One day your fine and the next you are dead. For a long time I felt very uneasy going into the bathroom. In my heart, I know she died in that room, I would hear odd noises and the lights would flicker strangely. I finally asked the person who found her which stall it was. I found out it was stall number 3. The stall that I would initially avoid I now go to. My friend Pam is there.
I am very lost when it comes to death and where we go when we die, But in my heart I know Pam is there and she is OK.

OK! OK! THIS is Jonah, Bitches

Dude, dig the message but what did you do with the face?

Beyond excited!

So, I took the who would you be if you were an OC housewife.. and I LOVE me.. (LOVE her and SIMON!!)

omg! I love Jonah..

Puck you, miss.

Genius

Damn those lips!

Nic at December "secret" show.. LOVE the new hair.. SO SEXY!

Apparently, the tour ball is rolling (yeah) .. secret shows.. rave reviews.. I literally am beyond excited.. My boys are coming back to town!

2009 bitches!

If I remember correctly, I believe Mr Lionel Richie indicated that we would be dancing on the ceiling or some such nonsense on my sister’s 46 inch Sony. In all honesty, it is still kind of a blur. For most of the night me and Jiji were hyped up on (root) beer floats and dancing our arses off. We had a truly wonderful GIRLS only party .. We danced, we ate pizza, we did each other’s nails..

Happy New Year!!

molto importante per me anche

You are kidding, right?

I was blown away the other day. Someone I work with said the 4 words that I thought would never .. Could ever be uttered. ….

“Who is Chris Isaak?”

Wait, what?? Are you kidding me? Aside from the fact that I am mildly obsessive, and I did obsess over Chris for a small window of time... how could ANYone not know who he is? It isn't really about liking a specific TYPE of music.. He is a legend..
I feel the need to reach out to these naive people.. these less fortunate people ..who have, up until now, lived a terribly boring, unromantic life.
Here my pets.. his BEST song EVER.. you MUST watch it.. Learn it.. Live it.. (Mad props to Helena Christianson for her bitchin cameo)

After watching this video.. (heavy sigh) it just happened to be linked to this one,... Hey Alice, ever heard of Wham?? Ugh.. to avoid any embarrassment, I have provided you classic Wham.. careless whisper.. ENJOY