Dreamy sequence part 2... I could so have an ass like that !

Nic and I spending Quality time together.. at the pool in Barbados..

I am being tortured!

Nic after our SPICEY night together..



I am receiving Daily emails about the new Jet album ..

It seems to only remind me just HOW FAR WE ARE FROM 10-03-06 ..
The actual release date..

There is one upside to all this hype ... I have JET on the brain..

When my nightly dose of benedryl lulls me into unconsciousness, I am visited by the scantilly clad..

ever so delicious .. Nic Cester.. MMMMM..
Hey, its almost 8.. I am feeling a lil tired.. (yawn) Off to beddie-by!

Calling YOU out!

One of my "friends" who will remain nameless.. (cough) DANIEL SCALIA.. loves to torment me and say that Jet is a boy band.
It doesn't really matter... because I know better.. but it still hurts .. right there in my heart.. I know what an awesome band they are.. the depth behind the songs.. and what hot bitches they are!!
ho hum. I must spread the word!

Praise JESUS!

Have you ever seen those whacky info-mercials where they are hocking the songs of praise or something.. and one of the songs is God is an amesome God... While they play that song, they pan the crowd at the church house.. and there is this FREAK jumping up and down.. hands stretched to the ceiling.. singing..
That crazy ass beyotch was the inspiration this afternoon. Lil Jill is on her way!

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ok, I haven't even figured out chop stix yet!

Hmph! Part deux

I was told rather eloquently, that my previous post titled Hmph! was a rambling mess. There was concern that my meds were not balancing well and perhaps another stint at Agnews was due.. I decided to put all concerns to rest, and give that post another go .. with a clearer head.

Last night, I attended the 4oth birthday party for a dear friend of mine, Mr Patrick Moore. His beautiful (girl) friend threw the party for him at a fab Italian restaurant..
(you can totally tell she loves him.. but he is blind and refuses to see what a catch he has .. She is just a friend.. she is just a friend ...ANYWAYS!!! )

I haven't hung out with Patrick and his crowd for almost 10 years.. When I hung out with them.. I WAS THE QUIET ONE!!! SHY GIRL!!!!! (I know no way!!) Evenings would go by and I wouldn't say a word!!!!
Since then, I have changed a lot.. Some say for the better, some say for the worse.. I tend to believe that I am way cooler.. I know who I am .. what I want.. and I won't take shit from people. I say what is on my mind and I don't worry what people will think about me. (my thinking is, if you don't "get me", I wouldn't want to hang out with you anyway!!!)
So, fast forward to the party... Some faces were familiar.. But most were not. Most people made it clear that they had no clue who I was or how I was connected to Patrick. The guy I was sitting with.. who I KNOW.. would have 10 minute conversations with people, and not even say.. "Do you know Meghan??"
Now don't get me wrong, it was Patrick's day and I shouldn't have been the center of attention.. but it just felt weird in that quiet place again.

This guy was circulating and taking pictures.. I mentioned to him that he looked like Scott Peterson.. which TOTALLY freaked me out. I mean I cannot watch Dean Cain anymore for this very reason.. And I love Dean Cain (Damn!! Scott Peterson ruins everything!!) So, he calls me a dog.. and I had a total Brady moment and shoved cake in someone's face.. I think I told a dude that his 15 year old son was HOT and that I could totally understand where Mary Anne La Tournoe was coming from...

Needless to say, I escaped early.. Ho Hum.. Another mooosey tale.

Available soon

For the Jesus freak in your life..

A new collection of Church Hats made from the finest brown paper available.

Praise Jesus!

New Chompers

My mom says he is a money pit

But, I firmly believe that God only gives you as much as you can handle!
My little Mocha.. apparently has some hill billy blood in him. It is no surprise being that he was born in the great state of Texas.. (Hello, Bush is from there!!) Take a gander at his teefers.. He has since had reconstructive surgery.. (GULP) $300 dollars later...

Happy Baby!

Hmph!

It has taken me 33 years to become the person I am.. If I want to tell a dude he scares me because he kinda sorta looks like Scott Peterson.. its my right. No need to call me a dog.. (although, DOGS RULE, so thanks!)

Ok.. he didn't exactly call me a dog.. he was taking my photo and asked me not to cock my head like a cocker spaniel. um, hello. You aren't the boss of me Mr Scott Peterson!

Hey RICK.. BABY!

Rick.. At music inthe park

I happened to get an email from Atlantic Records.. with a link to a teaser video about the new JET album.. Nic was looking way too cute for words.. I got all tingley!!! SO, I started trolling the net for other HOT Rocker dudes ..For some reason.. I happened to google my old highschool (unrequited) amore, Rick.. I found out that he is in a new band .. NOT my kind of music, but kewl just the same.

(check them out http://www.myspace.com/rykihnband) Against my better judgement, I sent Rick a link to the entry about the dream I had a while ago about him.. Want to share the LOVE! So, if Mr Silvestri happens to be perusing the rest of my entries.. here is a special message JUST for you, LOVAH!

Rick.. I totally LOVED you.. I am talking wet.. teenage obsessive LOVE! You were the stuff that my fantasies were filled with!!!!

I hope that all is well with you.. and all the best with your BAND...

XO-

PS You can send me a pic of your HOT face, MAN. Throw a girl a bone..

Did I tell you?

Last Friday, Me and my ma went to SF to see the uber fab Kathy Griffin.
The show was suppose to start at 7:30.. and traffic on the 101 was a nightmare.. (mental note: take 280 next time) The whole time I was freaking out.. and getting all headachey.. we BARELY made it to our seats at 7:30.. We were both a little miffed that the lovely Mz. Kathy hadn't shown up by 8:00pm. It wasn't helping much that the Warfield is a glorious OLD theater.. and the owners MUST believe that adding AC would take away from its charm.. CUZ IT WAS A MO FO INFERNO IN THERE! Kathy was quickly falling off the D list.. and heading on down the alphabet!!!
I wore a cute little jeans jacket with a button up top underneath...I am such a tard.. I only ironed what was peaking out of the jacket.. (cuffs, bottom, collar) The heat was too much to bare! I actually started sweating! I acquiesced and I took off my jacket.. and I was all frumpled and watching the clock tick ..tick...tick .. I was getting pissed..
But then she showed.. AND KICKED ASS! LOVE HER! she is no way D list.. maybe B. Must think on this and get back to you. Peace OUT!

The latest hair trend!!!!

Let me preface this by saying....I ADORE Mocha Latte Jet Almeida. Literally, the second I layed eyes on him, I knew he was the missing piece in my little family. Casa de Almeida, if you will ...

Anywho, the weather here has been dreadful. An awfull heat. The kind of heat that you can't breathe, let alone be productive. Thankfully, my darling husband installed AC in the bedroom. So the other day , me and the kids retired to the bedroom and fell asleep to the hum of the AC's engine.
At 11:45, I awoke when my lil Mocha was sitting on my pillow and giving me a gentle smooch. I returned the loves.. sat up and stretched. As I returned to consciousness, I ran my fingers through my hair and was horrified to find it goopy. I quickly realized that liltte Mocha had tangled his little weiner body in my mass of hair and proceeded to SHIT in it.. Yes, dear reader.. My beloved pooch crapped in my hair. I was mortified.
Now it wasn't Mocha's fault, we found out today that he is either Lactose intolerant, allergic to Lamb or sensitive to Glutten.. we haven't exactly isolated it yet.. so he DOES have the runs.. I was just a little peeved when it ran all over my fabulous frock.. I mean EACH visit to the salon sets be back a few Franklins, or Washingtons.. You know, the BIG bills.. anyways, woe is me.

SHINE ON!

OCTOBER 3

vent

it has been really hot here.
the computer is in a room without AIR CONDITIONING
no one is commenting
I a pisd

S.O.S.

It has been ages since I have heard from my Scottish love.

Where oh where can he be?

I need to ask a wee favor ...Can all my readers.. each and everyONE of you .. please email him ASAP.. tell him that I miss him and insist that he get on the ball and email me back.. Please oh Please. (Also, please limit email to praise ...nothing like .. "This beyotch is off her fa-nizzle.. ")

Love YA!

rayhogg@aol.com

Come On! Isn't this ROMANTIC?

July 9th.. Portuguese team returns to Lisbon..
I promise.. this is the last one!

hmmm...

"...Penso que Meghan é uma cadela quente! ..."

Fourth place is A-OK!

Meet my new obsession.. Deco and Christiano.. Hot ..Portuguese meat!!!

Viva la France

I apologize, dear reader. I have been consumed with soccer lately. I have been faithfully keeping track of the World Cup.. and have had little time for anything else.. It is France and Italy this time around.. I kind of like Zidane. He has way HOT moves for an older guy!

I also caught the July 4th shuttle launch.. I have decided that would be MAD KEWL! I could totally fly one of those things.. It goes like 14,000 miles an hour. Apparently you could get to Spain in like 5 minutes.. I am totally looking into this!! More later. Be patient.

Where the heck is Ghana, anyways?????

What a complete let down.
Ghana smacked our ass!!! Beat us like the bitches we are.. And knocked us clear out of the World Cup.
In my humble opinion, it is because the MO FO Coach, Bruce Arena, didn't play Brian Ching.
Who is Brian Ching, you ask? He is only our Hawaiian secret weapon... A Superman if you will .
Shame on you Bruce.. It is your fault.. BOOOO!!

A boy band?? Are you insane!!!!!

I love me a man in uniform!

Khris & Jillian

This time, it is a little different.. My dear sweet brother joined the Army! He is off to basic training this week.. and I want everyone of my readers to say a prayer for him.. that he does his best and stays safe.. I might be taking a collection soon to send him some body armor.. maybe I could email that MO FO Bush.. and he could throw the kid some gear.. hmph.. Anyways..

GOOD LUCK KHRIS!

WE LOVE YOU!

Surprise!

Mocha Latte' Jet Almeida

I had a baby! A beautiful baby boy.. Thats why I have been so out of it, dear reader! He has been taking all my time and energy.. Totally love him.. LOVE LOVE LOVE... More news to follow.. with the official announcement and everything ..soon soon soon.. I will sneak you a peak... shhhhhhh!

We are still in it!

Eventhough, the United States has not scored in World Cup yet.... I will accept the 1-1 win.. Own goal and all..

..on to Ghana!

We MUST beat Ghana and Italy MUST beat the Czecks .. Then we are headed for Brazil.. UGH!

my neurosis continues...

I saw this special on A&E.. about this chick who thought that the President was after her.. and she was hell bent on talking to him.. Apparently, she was skitso.. The doctor said that a clear sign of this disorder was a strong desire to write letters.. to anyone and everyone about anything and everything..

hmm.

Here is my LATEST letter..

Scott,
I have to be honest..In the beginning, I felt bad for you.It seemed like the world was against you .. and your world was crashing around you... No one believed you and you were presumed guilty before your trial.I felt this way because I personally have a hard time believing that someone could possibly be so evil... How could someone have no heart and no soul.After watching much of the trial, I still wasn't convinced. How could someone take a life(two lives really) and destroy an entire family?I recently read For Laci and things changed.If ½ of what Sharon wrote was true.. My perception of people and this world has been drastically altered.Based on the way your parents are and the way they raised you, it is now very clear that evil does exist and it is alive and well (?) in San Quentin Prison. How are you able to sleep at night knowing the destruction you alone have caused? I am not a freaky religious person, but I do believe that life is a precious gift .. and you decided to rip that away from your wife.. your child.. and her family. How dare you Scott Peterson. How dare you.
Sincerely,
(insert name here)

I is a kewl bitch,eh?

Hey bitches. I scooped People. They paid like $4million for these photos.. and the mooster got em for ya first.. LONG LIVE THE MOOSTER!

UGH

I had the WORST expereince today. THE worst.
I went to the podiatrist to have my nail-less toe looked at. It still kind of hurt.. and I needed it to be tended to.
When the "doctor" examined me.. she said I had 2 options.

1. We could leave it alone..
2. We could kill its ability to ever grow a nail.

I didn't want to be a freak.. (ok.. freakier then normal) I opted to "leave it be" .. The doctor said she could clean up the nail bed so we could start fresh with a new nail.. I said that would be good.. And it was like slow motion.. Because I closed my eyes for like a second.. and when I looked again.. She had this HUGE elephant dart like needle that she was jabbing my toe with.. I yelped and she only responded with.. "Yeah it hurts, huh?" Before I was fully able to recover from that violation.. She took PLIERS and ripped off the remaining nail.. RIPPED OFF!! I was light headed from seeing my toe gush blood and from a weird feeling that I was in some sort of bad mob movie.. "You have made the boss very angry.. "

As she finished the "procedure" I voiced concern about when I regained feeling in my toe.. what was I to do if the pain hurted like a bitch.. She said take an aspirin.. AN ASPIRIN!

I must admit, dear reader, I took 2 vicodin.. and things are looking cool-i-o! But Kaiser still SUCKS! Peace Out!

Say it ain't so!

Low and behold.. Nic has not been waiting for me to free myself of my commitments.. he apparently has a girl. I don't like thinking of him with a girl.. because I have loudly answered YES to each and every time he has asked.... ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL? I kind of figured we had a commitment .. hmph. I mean I don't tattoo just anybodies name on my ass.. I must however, tell you that it delights me that the girl is not some model type ..but a sweet brown eyed girl.. kinds sorta looks like me if you squint and look real fast.. If my research is correct, she is a bit of a sports nut.. LOVE HER!

You don't know me!

I am soooo Elaine! After a boat load of trouble getting an appointment at the MO FO Kaiser, I finally was awaiting the doctors grand entrance.. with my moose paw exposed .. waiting for a lil TLC..

I shall rewind, dear reader, to bring you up to speed. About 5 or 6 years ago, I traveled up to SF to a welcome home celebration for my dear sister. For the past 3 days, she had been walking from San Jose to SF to raise money for breast cancer.. I never really knew anything about the event until that day.. And the whole experience overwhelmed me. I got this weird feeling in my gut that I wanted to be a part of this.. I made a promise to her to do it with her the following year. .. Of course, the end ceremony is beautiful.. all the shit before it is what sucks. In preperation for this walk, I started walking .. and walking.. and walking. To be honest with you, I was sick of it.. I hated it. That is why people made cars, so you wouldn't have to walk ridiculous distances. In the process of training, the shoes I selected, were poorly designed.. and the shoe box was rubbing my big toe the wrong way.. I ended up losing it. (my toe nail, not the toe) To this day, the toe never has quite been the same. Fast forward to last week.. The toe was looking more funky then normal.. was swollen.. and hurt like the dickens. I got in to see the doctor (finally) and he was fixing me up. As we were wrapping up our appointment, he asked when the last time I had a tetnis shot.. Honestly, I don't ever remember having one. I asked why. He said something about rusty nails and lock jaw. hmph. I don't like shots.. So, I told him that I JUST Had one the other day.. Being the smart Doctor type that he was, he knew I wasn't being truthful and said that he recommends that I get it... I howled.. I don't want it.. He looked at me , pen in hand, and said.. Well.. I can note that you refused this.. I suddenly got a flash Of Elaine and Uncle Leo.. and being forever branded a "difficult" patient.. sniff sniff.. Its hard enough dealing with Kaiser being a good patient, let alone a difficult one. I got the shot & it STILL hurts..

P.S. The mo fo really did nothing for my toe. I have an appointment at the Podiatrist next week..

Monster baby meets youngin

Treasures found

Doesn't daddy look super cute?

Daddy was cleaning the ol' computer out.. and freed this photo from long ago. This was taken on our 1st wedding anniversary.. We spent the day on Alcatraz..

Note for friends.. It is a mountain you must climb.. no trams .. grr.. don't wear hot new boots.

I agree madam chairman.. She is a 'tard

I originally opened up the chronicles to comments thinking I would get nothing but accolades.. "Oh Moosey, you are SO funny.." "Moose, where do you come up with this stuff??"

I actually got a "WTF" .. I was horrified.. I don't deal with criticism well.. I immediately sank back into being alone with my thoughts.. and I would blog for my own enjoyment.. Then, a dear reader reminded me that The FAB Nic Cester could not say the word to me.. and get NICCESTER.COM from me, because he had no way of contacting me.. I feverishly reactivated comments.. hoping I didn't miss Nic's visit to the blog.. UGH.. Little did I know, I set the comments up wrong.. UGH.. sorry .. perdon.. Please forgive my indiscretion!
MERCI BOU COUP!

Silly Billy Jilly

Yes.. I am a 'TARD

Ever since little Jillian was born, it has become my routine to drive up to the city to visit my sis and see little Jilly. I can't imagine not seeing the little peanut.. Even after 1 week, so many changes have occured.. I can't imagine if it were longer.
This very weekend, me and little Brendan journeyed up to see the babe.. and had lunch at a family favorite, Fresh Choice. As we were sitting there, enjoying our table full of grub, out of the corner of my eye, I spied an interesting scene. A hip "Nic Cester" type was eating solo .. while reading a novel that I owned.. (The Devil Wears Prada).. I thought the whole sight was a little funny. .His many interesting meal time activities became the topic of our conversation . I decided that I would snap his photo, to share with you, dear reader.. We planned the picture perfectly, as My sister and the baby posed ...he was turning the corner.. What do you think, dear reader? Is he a cutie patootie, or what?

Reader .. meet Charles

I inherited him from my grandmother when she passed. This was her prized possession and I am delighted to have him. He was given to my grandmother by my late grandfather. Charles LOVED my grandmother.. He doesn't really have the spark he once did .. and he seems to only tolerate me. I have made it my mission to give this 15 year old guy the best possible life imaginable. I traded in his shanty of a cage for a mansion. Every bird toy made is in this cage. From a wee abicus to the pink perch pictured. .. I even went as far as to cut out a picture of another bird from one of the toy packages.. I wanted Charles to have a friend.

Many of the toys promised a natural remedy to over grown beaks... See, a bird's beak is kinda sorta like a finger nail.. without proper use and or grooming.. it would grow and grow. I took Charles to the doctor the 1st day I got him .. and they trimmed his little beak WAY down.. I figured he was a healthy old bird.. Fast forward 4 weeks.. and I noticed that the beak again had grown far too long and was impeading his ability to eat. I freaked, of course.. and made an emergency appointment at the vet. I squawked at the 52.00 exam fee.. but soon realized that I was lucky to get any doctor in the office the Friday before Memorial day. I brought old Charles in and as soon as the vet layed eyes on him, she said he wasn't right. He was lathargic and thin.. and she plucked him out of the cage. After peering into his mouth, she reported that he had a ferocious infection.. She said it was probably Claymidia.. wait, what? How did MY bird.. dear old Charlie get an STD? I mean he is nice looking and a bit of a flirt.. but he isn't a playa! Apparently, in birds.. this is a viral disease that isn't transmitted via sex .. I was relieved.. how would I explain this one!
He has had a battery of tests.. and is now on MEDS..$170- later .. ...
Say a prayer, dear reader, for lil Charlie..

Have you fallen? and can't get up?

That would be the only reason I can imagine that YOU would not honor me on my BIRTHDAY!

Today is May 25th. If I have not received a birthday gift from you yet, you are officially a loser. Seriously! I sent out memos .. reminder cards.. save the date magnets... What is your excuse? It certainly cant be that you forgot!
After much thought, I have decided that the reason for your horrifically long delay is because you cant decide what to get me.. Never fear, dear friend.. here is a list.. I know that money isn’t an object.. so, feel free to get a couple of the items listed below.. No need to wrap.. just send ASAP..

A 2 (wo)man inflatable kayak. Preferably a Coleman

Provence perfume by Clean

A Jonathan Auton filter for my shower filtration system (sephora)

A few shares of Starbucks stock

Pink dog cowboy hat from Gussied Up Dog Boutique (for Chino)

A Team Denise XL t-shirt from www.shopkitson.com

Naked DVD starring David Thewlis

AS SEEN ON TV doggie steps for Chino to get on the bed

A case of Kretschmer honey crunch wheat germ

The Earthquakes franchise

4 new Michelin tires for my mom’s jeep

2 tickets to a Galaxy / Dynamo game plus a gas card with enough cash to get me down to LA and back


That’s a good starter list.. Don’t you think? I will ponder it a bit more and add if necessary.. Get cracken folks! If more time elapses, you are not only a loser.. but the value of the gift MUST increase! I am thinking of you!! Peace OUT!

Does anyone know if the bag factory is hiring?

Today, my little Vic became a Top Gun.. An officer AND a gentleman, if you will.. He strapped himself into a Navy JET.... He flew mock G or faster then the speed of sound or something.... over the Monterey Bay.. My little Vic got a little sick during the dog fight.. So, he unfortunately got killed.. I don't think he will be called up to duty anytime soon..
Although I can TOTALLY see us in a remake of AOAAG.. "lift me up where we belong.. where the eagles fly.. on mountain high.. "

un mas bebe photo..

You want happy ending, I do for you!

Tonight, I went to my "salon" to get a cut and color and I think I might have either been touched in a naughty place, or I might now be dating the shampoo boy. It really could go either way.
Before I sit down with my stylist, Mylan... her assistant, Shannon (A man, baby!!!) takes me over to the basins to wash my frock...Things were going well... We exchange pleasantries and he begins the process...
First he wets my hair.. and then squeezes some shampoo into the palm of his hands.. He starts rubbing the shampoo into my hair and then all of a sudden his touch changes.. He starts massaging my temples..I close my eyes.. He then slowly.. rythmically, moves back to the crown of my head.. . I can feel the sensations in the tips of my toes.. up and down.. back and forth..this goes on for literally 15 minutes.. He rinses.. and then repeats this with the conditioner.. My eyes have rolled back into the bowels of my brain... Magic fingers man is a GOD.. when he is done, I giggle with a teenage angst.. I feel a little dirty.. tee hee.

I couldn't make this crap up!

So, as you may remember.. I had a bit of a romance brewing at Starbucks. (as much of a romance as a married ol' lady can have) Almost every morning, I would exchange a smile with this fetching young fellow as I splenda'd my Americano.. and he creamed his house blend. Because I was away from work for so long, the romance chilled out.. I hadn't seen "house blend" for sometime...

All that changed this morning..I was sitting at the light on Trimble... All of a sudden, I noticed that my darling "house brew" was directly behind me in his Mazda Convertible.. I got a little excited.. and felt a little tingley.. Days usually turn out pretty cool after our "encouters".. I patiently waited for the light to change, so I could flip a bitch and high tail it into the Bucks .. It took an eternity, but as soon as I made it to the lot, I hopped out of the car and didn't even look his way..When it was my turn, I happily ordered my Americano.. and stepped to the side to await my beverage .. After a few moments, I coyly scanned the crowd .. and couldn't find him.. Where could he be? hiding behind the display.. that little devil!!! Just then, someone came right in my line of vision.. For some reason, I looked them square in the face.. to my horror.. My dude.. MY "house brew" looked like a lady! I admit I threw up a little... and felt a little woosy! I was able to regain my composure.. and I shuffled out of there as soon as my name was called.. "House brew" apparently spent the month or so we were apart getting reassignment surgery!!!there he (she) was.. in a skirt.. sandals with his big ass man feet hanging out the back..his big hairy toes had a french manicure.. a MO FO butterfly clip in his once sexy tausled hair.. AND a kerchief strategically tied over his Adams apple.. ugh ..

Mental note: If I see "house brew" again, ask where he got the killer pedi on monster feet

Quit your whining!

OK..OK.. I caved.. Dear reader, I do care.. and I do listen.. I was a wee bit afraid of any comments you might leave about my life, that I banned comments.. Now it is open season, dear reader.. g'head!

Say it ain't so!

Please realize that I say this with a heavy heart.. and know that I truly do love this man.... body and soul.. But, at this point.. a good 1 hour into this movie, I do believe my darling Ralph Fiennes, has JUMPED THE SHARK.. For those that are not in the know.....

Jumping the shark is a metaphor that has been used by US TV critics and fans since the 1990s to denote the tipping point at which a TV series is deemed to have passed its peak. Once a show has "jumped the shark," fans sense a noticeable decline in quality or feel the show has undergone too many changes to retain its original charm.
The phrase was popularized by Jon Hein on his website, jumptheshark.com. It alludes to a scene in the TV series, Happy Days, when the popular character, Arthur "Fonzie" Fonzarelli, on water skis, literally jumps over a shark.

I will go watchthe end of this "film" and report back my findings.. I pray, dear God, it turns around!

Mental note: The WHite Countess is NO Constant Gardner..

Jillan K Calendars Avail soon!

OOh La La!

de bebe iz de cutes' bebe in ze wurld, no? Ze bebe cood eazalee bee on ze French Riviera sipeeng Ze Cappachino wit ze jet set! Se Manifique!

I totally freaked out... AGAIN!

So, I was looking at google to find more info on the ultra fab Gavin Belfour.. and when I searched for him.. I got a link the chronicles.. Totally freaked me out!! Who knew I was on search engines?!?!? I have arrived!

Seek and ye shall find...

I am a freak about things.. (no, really).. Lately, I have been noticing this totally hot guy in a bunch of different commercials.. First Napster.. then Verizon.. and now some weird HP hedge movie.. I SCOURED the internet and found out who this tasty little morsel was..

Meet Mr Gavin Belfour..

Kinda sorta looks like Mr Nic Cester, huh? I guess this is my type.. wonder where Vic fits into it.. hmmm.. ANYWAYS! I think I should become a detective or something.. or a bounty hunter.. Like Dawg.. I already have the lingo down, all right bragh!

I can be cheap when I need to be!

I have a feeling that SOME people believe that I am too free spending with MY money.. To some, 26.00 is a bit too expensive to spend on a tube of lipstick .. NOT ME!!! (HELLO it's Chanel)
I do, however, try and save money where I can.. Case in point.. we went to the SF Zoo to celebrate my mothers birthday.. Me, Ma, Jill and Shan.. Here was the perfect opportunity for me to save some $$$ .. instead of spending 12.99 on a fab headband for the kid.. I snuck it on her head and snapped a photo.. cha ching.. 12.99 SAVED.. Way vute,huh?

Irish Eyes are smilin'

I think Jillian is becoming too HOLLYWOOD!

No Photos..PLEASE!

Fab Bebe

No not Kevin Bacon!

Hello dear reader.. It has been awhile.
One thing about me, when I am sad.. I like to be alone. I appreciate your understanding.. and will eventually be my old self.

Just to prove to you that I am in fact on the mend..


This very night, I happened upon a documentary about this fellow who decided he would get a date with Drew Barrymore in 30 days .. He has had a crush on her for sometime.. (pre ET) and decided that he could use his unemployed time constructively and figure out how to get a date with her ... I have to say he was pretty ambitious.. He utilized his connections and played a little round of 6 degrees of separation.. (you know, dear reader.. the idea that everyone on this earth is connected by just 6 people.. ??) Anyways, As I watched this strange fellow chasing his dream, I was reminded of my own dream.. Meeting the uber fab Nic Cester.. If this putz could get to Drew, why couldn't I.. a certified Hot Tamale.. at least swap some spit (ala french kiss) Mr Cester??
Hmm.. I've got it.. Lets do the 6 degree's of separation, shall we?? I need NAMES!

...What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

Final score Dynamo 5- Rapids 2 ..

4 of them were scored by none other then Brian Ching. I hate to say it, but yes, I am a dynamo.

The Benadryl Diaries

The one truly excellent aspect of having debilitating allergies.. is the wondrous wave of euphoria you can gain from taking a few pinks. Pinks are the fabulous OTC's that eradicate those nasty allergy symptoms by completely and totally knocking you into unconsciousness.. When I am in this state, my mind is able to paint vivid.. life like images.. and when I awake, it is as if it weren't a dream, but an experience in an alternate universe. This very weekend, I found myself in such a haze that I had a glorious dream.. Let me share it with you now. ...

I remember that I was told that a special concert was arranged for me to see Jet. I got to this club and many famous people were milling around.. Duran Duran, Peter Scolari, Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson.. The show kept getting post poned and I was finally called over by the clubs manager, who had some news. I of course knew that they were going to cancel the show. As I headed over to him, he announced that the show would begin NOW. Out came Nic Cester and Cam Muncey.. and they came right up to me and started to sing to me. I cried.. I couldn't believe that this was happening for me. As the show winded down, they invited me backstage to meet their families. Nic introduced me to his dad, and it suddenly occured to me that Nic was very young. He would not tell me his age...but I guessed it to be 13. He introduced me to his 15 brothers and sisters.. I continued to grill him about his age.. and he wouldn't tell me. They gave me some socks.. and I signed an agreement they could use me for the show..