My doorman just asked (or axed) me what I was going to be for Halloween. I’m sorry to say that for the umpteenth year in a row, I’m going to don my witches cap and that’s going to be it. I was burned before, about fifteen years ago. My friends and I went to a costume party–one that said “no one admitted without a costume.” We were dressed as Bob’s Big Boy, Joey Buttafuocco, Joanne Worley and The Evil Queen from Sleeping Beauty (me). Apparently, we missed the fine print which said ‘if you want to dress as an east village hipster, that’s okay too.’ Man, did that steam me. We went to all of that trouble and we were the ones who looked like idiots. Can I tell you how happy I was when I made my headdress and it was just perfect?  And I had a sceptor and long press on nails, a big stand-up collar.  The hostess of the party was dressed as Janet Jackson (self tanner and a really slutty outfit) so I guess we didn’t look as stupid as she did.

Sorry guys, it turns out many of my guest bloggers were dead.  Next time, I promise I’ll double check that.

Peace.

I can’t believe there hasn’t been a single posting. I had amazing guest bloggers lined up and it looks like they were all no shows –damn Art Buchwald.
It was my birthday this week and I invested a lot of time in aging. I also went on a class trip to a farm in Queens and had a meeting with a tv exec, but mostly I aged.

The question I’ve been wrestling with is how did I get to be middle aged when I’m so youthful?

I’m going to write more later but right now I need to sit and reflect.

Yesterday my mother went to the Democratic Women’s Luncheon. So first, they bring out a little bowl of soup which she didn’t enjoy. Then, they bring a teeny weeny caeser salad with itty bitty pieces of chicken. Clearly it was one chicken caeser salad that they hacked up for 20 women. She said to herself, “This can’t be the lunch...”And then, they brought dessert. So that WAS LUNCH!

She is not going to get over this for a long time, if ever.

Okay, can anyone talk about the weather without mentioning how “scary” it is?  Every conversation goes the same way,

“It’s so warm today!”

“I know, it’s really scary.”

Thank God only three people read this blog or I’d be getting a ton of hate e-mail.

You know what my biggest regret is? Downloading three Blake Lewis songs from iTunes.  Was I nuts? Everytime they come up on the iPod I go to the next song– and if it’s one of the Rick Springfield songs I downloaded, I skip that, too.  I seem to have a special kind of brain damage when I go to iTunes. Like, if I recognize the song, I should buy it.  And $.99 doesn’t grow on trees, you know!

I don’t have much to say because I’m in the process of following up with people who owe me money. I have to act professional and friendly but inside I’m a MAD DEVIL JUMPING UP AND DOWN WITH SMOKE COMING OUT OF MY EARS.

Sigh.

Okay, back to work. And trying to figure out what to make for dinner.  Last night I made leftover chicken. I told Paul to take small bites and drink lots of water because it was so dry I was afraid he’d choke. No worries with Violet since she takes those little kid bites where you don’t actually see any difference in the food before and after.

All of you who know me know I am a volunteer for Boston Terrier rescue. Today our intake coordinater posted something about an incoming boy from a shelter in PA. Try and figure out why I blew a gasket when I read this.

Sugar is the young male in the Lycoming shelter in PA. I spoke with the shelter this morning and he is ready and waiting for us to spring him. Doesn’t seem to have any behavior problems and the shelter said people have been put off by his eyes which seem to go in different directions! Here he is.

http://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=9372010

Something bit this household on the ass because everyone’s been cranky. Tonight Violet screamed at the top of her lungs that if she didn’t get some more ice cream then she was putting the whole family into a time out, including dogs.  Paul was cranky today because money slips through our fingers like so many droplets of water and I think I’m just picking up on the local vibe.

Did you ever turn on a lightswitch and the bulb blows and you blame yourself for turning it on too hard?  If I’d just been a little less aggressive, the light would be working.  I wish I could curse through my gritted teeth like my dad, GDDMMTT!

I’ve been re-reading Carrie Fisher’s books lately, and I’ve really come to the conclusion that  she is the undisputed Queen of Smart Funny.   And she played Princess Leia. What a wonderful combination of things that I love.

Different topic, you know how when you’re waiting for an important e-mail you get 7000 from J. Crew and Barnes and Noble? That’s today’s bee in my bonnet.