Is your glass half empty or half full?

So, someone takes a glass and fills it half-way to the top and asks you, "Is the glass half empty or half full?" what do you say? No matter how you answer, you've told the person something about yourself. A person who answers "half empty" could be telling the person that they are hard to satisfy - it's never enough. It's related more to the negative.

On the other hand, a person who answers "half full" is saying they're happy with what they get - it's more positive.

With that in mind, I considered my position on the matter today. I came to the conclusion that while my glass is half full, I'm not altogether happy with what's in it.

Shameless Plug

I finished reading One Golden Ring by Cheryl Bolen last night. I started it Thanksgiving day and probably would have finished it that day except I made a commitment to myself to complete some tasks around the house. I had a hard time putting it down.

Fiona Hollingsworth was first introduced in Ms. Bolen's The Counterfeit Countess. In The Counterfeit Countess, Fiona loses her love to another woman. One Golden Ring is Fiona's story of love. It opens with her needing to secure a large sum of money to pay a ransom for her beloved brother, Randolph. Though her family is a respected member of the ton, they have endured many setbacks in the past few years and no longer possess the wealth they once had. So, in order to save her brother, she offers herself in marriage to the wealthiest man in town, Nicholas (Nick) Birmingham.

Nicholas Birmingham has worked hard for everything he has. He is a respected business man but despite the fact that he has more money than anyone else, he is not deemed worthy of courting a woman of the ton because of his lineage. So, when Fiona offers himself to him he declines but offers the money she needs anyway. Fiona declines, refusing to take charity. After mulling it over, Nick realizes that Fiona intends to marry someone, one way or another, and he decides he is as good as any and they wed.

This was a sweet love story and timely for the holidays as it begins just before Christmas and ends a year later, at Christmas. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Dog Days

I spent several hours yesterday raking my backyard and bagging up leaves. I am so sore today it hurts to blink. (Okay, it's not that bad but my legs and back do ache today.)

Anyway, I left the bags of leaves on the back patio because trash day isn't until Monday and who wants to move a gazillion bags of "garbage" if they don't have to? I get up this morning and while reading my email I hear the dogs in the backyard and I'm hearing some strange noises. I have french doors looking out onto the patio and while the blinds are closed, I can see "images" through them. I looked out and realized my dogs were in the vicinity of the bags of leaves and it dawns on me...they are probably ripping open the bags of leaves. I jump up and run to the back door and sure enough, Brewsky has his head buried in one of the bags - which has been ripped open. I fuss at them and they came in the house but now I have to rebag leaves today. UGH!

(P.S. I feel a little bad because while writing this, it dawned on me that I scooped up some of their more worn out toys with the leaves. What if Brewsky was just trying to save his favorite toy?)

Things that annoy

I'm one of those people that hate to shop. Any kind of shopping (well, except for books on amazon.com, which my Visa rep can verify). When it's absolutely necessary I do it, but I'm in and out as quickly as I can.

Today was a must shop day (boys needed food). I went after work, like everyone else in town. Anyway, I get to the bread aisle. All I want is a loaf of bread and muffins, if they have them.

The bread aisle was a popular aisle. There were at least half a dozen baskets (along with a bazillion people) on the aisle, not to mention a stocker with one of those dollies stocking the shelves.

As I approach the bread there is this lady with two kids (a boy and a girl about 5 and 3, respectively, I would guess) blocking where I wanted to be. I was patient because they were there first. The lady hands a loaf to the boy who starts running and darting through the maze of shopping carts until he reaches a cart just behind me, where I realize his father is. He slam dunks the bread into the cart and weaves his way back to his mother, who is still blocking the bread I want.

The boy says something to his mother and the mother says something back. None of which I hear but after the mother's comment the boy squeals something about needing to take something back to the cart and the mother tells him she doesn't have anything for him to take back to the cart. He darts back through the carts to his father, upset.

The mother finally moves to the other side of the aisle and I move up to the bread products. I snatch up what I need only to be stalled by the dolly in the aisle. On the other side is the mother with her two kids now. This time the daughter starts darting through the carts and people in the aisle. I look over at the father (who's now beside me) and he's staring intently at something in his shopping cart.

At this point, I'm pretty annoyed. Neither parent is saying anything to the kids about staying out of the way, to be careful or anything they should be saying. Instead, they're allowing their kids to do whatever they want in a very congested grocery store aisle.

Two carts were maneuvering themselves around the dolly and barely had clearance to get through without hitting each other...they were moving very slowly to avoid that. Yet, the daughter darted between the two carts just before they collided. And still neither parent said a word. I glared at the father, who was still engrossed in whatever was in their shopping cart. I again looked at the mother, who had just handed the boy something to take back to the cart. The boy was, once again, darting through the maze of shoppers and carts and instead of saying something helpful like "be careful" or "watch out for whatever", she says, "Don't throw it into the cart, it will break." She yelled this over two carts and at least three people. I made eye contact with one of the other shoppers and we exchanged "can you believe this shift" looks with one another.

It was at this time I saw my opening to get around the dolly, out of loaves of bread and into the muffin area. As I was negotiating my way around the dolly, I saw the boy's hand raise high in the air as he went to slam dunk whatever he had in his hand into the shopping cart.

I didn't hear a crash but I didn't look back to see what had happened. What I know didn't happen is nothing was said by the parents.

Don't get me wrong, I love kids. Have always wanted to have kids, even now. But I don't think there is a good reason to 1) flat out not watch your kids in a public place; and 2) expect others to watch out for your kids, again, in a public place.

I'm not a confrontational person or I would have said something to one or both of the parents because I was pretty annoyed. It took me no less than ten minutes to get down the aisle to get two items, due in no small part to two kids weaving in and out of "traffic". I was so annoyed.

Okay, this concludes this rant.

I'll be happy when...

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation or when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right no. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges.

It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with...and remember that times waits for no one.


So, stop waiting...
Until your car or home is paid off.
Until you get a new car or home.
Until your kids leave the house.
Until you go back to school.
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married.
Until you get a divorce.
Until you have kids.
Until you retire.
Until summer.
Until spring.
Until winter.
Until fall.
Until you die.


There's no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching.

Where it all started

I don't know why I thought about this today but I did.

A couple of years ago I received in the mail a video tape. My father had taken some old home movies and had them put on video - to music.

When I watched it, it explained a lot. On the video was my first Christmas (actually probably my second because I would have been a month old for my first). My mother was holding my hands in the air and walking me into the living room. At first I wasn't even sure it was me because I have two older sisters and they were no where to be seen.

Then the camera panned to the doorway of the living room and here came my sisters 3 and 5 years old (assuming it was my second Christmas). You can tell they are squealing and running to the toys under the tree (Santa didn't wrap the presents he left...only the one's friends and family brought were wrapped).

The video shows my sisters opening a present, squealing and holding it up to the camera. One by one. And it would show my mother opening a present and smiling, holding it up for the camera.

This went on for a while and it dawned on me, I haven't been seen since I was walked in the room.

It was like that thought was anticipated because suddenly the camera pans out to show the entire room again. I'm sitting in the middle of the room, facing my father with the camera, a cookie in either hand. Behind me is all the excitement that is Christmas but I don't care, I have my cookies.

So, now you know where my love for chocolate/cookies comes from and you know that all it takes to make me happy is a cookie in either hand. ;o)

Home for the Holidays

I'm so excited about the upcoming holidays. Not because I'm such a holiday person...I'm not. In fact, I'm almost anti-holiday (long story). Part of that has to do with the fact that I always feel obligated to go somewhere and act a certain way, when in fact I don't want to be there.

This year is different though. I'm not going anywhere. No one is expecting me (I sent an email to my step-father saying I wasn't coming and he said he understood...okay I fudged a little on my reason but the result is the same). I'm so excited!!!

I only have the four day weekend for Thanksgiving but I'll have it all to myself. To do whatever I want.

For Christmas I am two days shy of having two full weeks off (one day if you count the day after New Years) AND NO WHERE TO GO!!! YES!

I may have mentioned this somewhere before but when my mother was alive, we celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve so I spent Christmas Day at the movie theater. After she died, I started visiting my step-father and the movie tradition ended. This year I can do it - if I want to. I'm really excited about this.

So anyway, those are my plans (nothing I don't want to do) for the holidays, what are your plans?

The problem with quizzes

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's" Your Ideal Career?

Here's how the conversation would go:

Me: I'm giving my two week notice.
Boss: What?
Me: I have to quit. My last day will be two weeks from today.
Boss: Next week is a holiday week, you're only working three days.
Me: Doesn't matter. I leave in two weeks.
Boss: Is there something we can do to change your mind?
Me: I have to do this.
Boss: You have to? Why?
Me: A blog quiz said being a secretary would be the worst career move I could make.
Boss: (looking at me like I've just grown an extra head or something) A blog quiz? (Deciding it's none of his business) What are you going to do?
Me: I don't know yet. There were lots of recommendations. I think I'll start with the Book Editor job.

The Yellow shirt (A love story)

The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"

"It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pickup some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floorlamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared tomove back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."

I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was anote: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believein me."

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

Images

Within days of when I found out I was vaccinated with a fake flu shot the headline news in the area was the break-ins in this one subdivision. Mine! The burglar would ring the doorbell and if no one answered, he/she would kick the front door in, stealing jewelry, credit cards and money.

They surprised someone at one location and rather than retreating, they beat the crap out of the old man. He's still in the hospital.

The reason I'm telling you all this is because, up until all the break-ins started happening, I blocked off my bedroom door during the day (the break-ins were happening during working hours, so broad daylight) so my dogs wouldn't get on the bed and generally make a mess of my room while I was at work. Once this all came out, I decided to let my dogs get in the bedroom because it's in the front of the house and I figured they could alert any would-be burglars that the house was occupied (the blinds are always open about 5-6 inches so the dogs can look out).

Today was not an exception...despite the fact that there hasn't been a break-in (that I know of) in over a week, I allowed the dogs access to my bedroom while I was at work. When I got home and went into the bedroom I saw something white on the floor near the window. I got closer and realized it was the towel from my bathroom floor (I don't have bathroom rugs so each week when I do towels, I put a different towel out to step on...this week it was the white one). As I went over to collect the towel, I saw my pillow on the floor, propped up in an "L" shape against the night stand.

Next thing I know, I have this image in my head of my dog, Brewsky (not Max), reclining on the pillow with the towel/blanket held up to his chin with one paw while the other one held the TV remote, flipping channels.

Comedy Show

I just got home from a comedy show. It was a show with the Rock and Roll Hypnotist Martin Walsh.

Oh. My. Gosh! It was so funny.

He asked for volunteers to come up on stage. He had eight chairs and once they were full, no one else could come up (although he did come out into the audience and "handled" a couple of people who were going under). If they didn't go under, he asked them to sit down. He wasn't rude about it, I think he just didn't want to waste the time if they weren't really under.

An old man (who, by the way, had an obvious erection when he got on stage, but that's another story) wasn't really going under so he was the first to go. I think he tried but he just couldn't relax enough.

Then there was "Jeremy". He had a shirt on that said "My name is Richard". So when he told his name, the hypnotist asked why his shirt said his name is something else and he said, "because I'm a dick." (He may have been under then because that was a true statement. *innocent look*) He was on stage the whole show but I don't think he was under. The ladies at my table (front and center, thank you very much) and I believed he was under at first but what started as believable was taken to an extreme...either he was a plant gone bad or he wasn't really ever under.

Next was Tommy. I didn't think he was ever under but my friends disagreed. He wasn't asked to do much but I just wasn't quite convinced.

Michelle was sitting next to Tommy. Sometimes she seemed under, sometimes not. That was the general opinion at the end of the night...that she came in and out of it.

There was another woman and a man who never went under but they "played" along for awhile and then left.

One woman was up there for a while and then asked to go sit down. I wasn't convinced she was ever under but my friend said she thought she was. She was saying that she was watching her and that it was like she came out of it and realized what she was doing and that she was actually crying. I missed that part.

And last but not least was a woman whose name escapes me at the moment but I'm pretty sure it starts with a "C". If she was a plant, she was damn good. She was so sweet too. She got asked to do a lot of things. I figure that could be because she was really under and it didn't hurt that she was cute and sweet.

Anyway, among the things they did, C (it's driving me nuts that I can't remember her name) was told that the number six was removed from her memory. It was like there had never been a number six. Whenever she would count she would skip six and go to the next logical number. Then he had her hold her hands in front of her and told her to count as he pointed to her fingers. The first time she counted right, he gave her the suggestion again and did it again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. She had 11 fingers! She just stared at her hands like she was trying figure out how THAT had happened. So he counted them again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. She couldn't understand...she kept looking at her fingers. So he had her put her hands together and had her count by two. 2, 4, 8, 10, 12 Now she had 12 fingers! He told her she could sit down and she returned to her seat (on stage, that is) still staring at her hands, trying to figure out how she came up with 11 and 12 fingers.

Then he gave the suggestion that a cell phone would ring (which one was played in the room - either that or I was under too...except I didn't get the second half of the suggestion). The women would be pissed off - and vocal. The men, on the other hand, wouldn't hear it. Michelle had a few comments but C (what was her name???) was funny. She thought it was a man on the front row and told him that was rude sir. Sir. I think that was one of the reasons she was so likeable. She was very sweet and polite. Even when she's given the suggestion that she will be very vocal, she's still polite.

Then it was suggested that their favorite celebrity was in the audience. "Dick" suggested Julia Roberts was in the audience (at this point it was becoming obvious he wasn't under). C got excited and saw her too...the lady in the black shirt. Martin (the hypnotist, in case you forgot) asked her about Julia and she was so excited - said she'd loved her in Step Mom. Then he asked if she wanted to hug her. C said yes and went into the audience and hugged this woman three or four times. (Fortunately "Julia" was a good sport, although she looks nothing like she does in the movies...she must have good make-up people. ;o) )

She played air guitar, saw an entire audience nude, realized SHE was nude on the stage, smelled a fart, then realized she was the one that farted, watched a porno movie, then realized someone she knew was in it, and then so was she. She saw flying objects, became emotional during a song (from sad, to laughing, to crying, to laughing hysterically), OH, and he suggested that when he said something, they would ask to get laid. She asked and he was giving out leis. Told them that when they tugged on them that it would give "pleasure". She pulled on it quite a bit.

Like I said, if she was a plant, she was damn good. I hate that her name has left me. I'm sure it will come back to me but it's driving me nuts now.

Anyway, the bad thing was, as we were leaving we passed her. Her friends and family were telling her all she had done on the stage and she was mortified. My friend had seen her in the ladies room and said she was crying because she was embarrassed. I feel bad for her in that respect but it really was a good show.

So, that was my evening. I had fun. :o)

It's Official

Every morning when I wake up, I turn on the news.

One of the first things I saw this morning was about me - indirectly.

It would appear, that Leonardo DiCaprio has broken up with his long time girlfriend - a model. They weren't specific in the report as to why they broke up but I know it's because of my blog and my listing him as one of my freebies. He probably mentioned it to her and she looked it up and realized she couldn't compete.

I imagine she gave him an ultimatum - her or me. It's pretty clear how he chose...they broke up didn't they?

Something was mentioned in the report about him canoodling with Jude Law's ex - Sienna but I know that's just a cover...he wants to protect my privacy. He's good like that. So, every time he is reportedly with someone else, know he is thinking of me. ;o)

Dinner for One, Please

Most of you know (or should know?) that I am single.

I like being single - most of the time. Basically the only time I don't like being single is when I'm talking to someone and the subject comes up, for the first time, and they suddenly look at me differently. Like something must be wrong with me if I'm single. It's like they're thinking Well, she looks normal but something must be wrong because she is single. When their heads tilt to the side and they look me up and down, I know they're thinking I. just. can't. figure. out. what's. wrong. with. her. though.

For the most part I don't let that get to me, but occasionally it does. Like when it's time for a company function. I quit going to those. Of course, I don't particularly want to spend my free time with the people I work with so I don't necessarily consider that a sacrifice.

Then there's married. I've been married - once, for 8 years. I've never been more unhappy in my life. I realize that (being so unhappy in marriage, that is) puts a slant on things for me but I see my married friends and see them going through things I did and it makes me nuts. Like a hot button for me. For example, I'm going out with some friends tomorrow night...a ladies night out. Being single, I can do that with no problem.

One of my friends had to get permission from her husband to go. She had to see if he would be willing to "babysit" the kids. First of all, why is it watching the kids when she does it but babysitting (aka a chore) when he does it? Those are his kids too and some quality time between him and the kids would be good. It was all I could do not to say what I thought about that. But I digress.

Anyway, I remember the days when I had to ask permission to go out with the girls (we didn't even have kids to watch). It was rarely granted and I could never take our only car. He would either drop me off or tell me someone would have to pick me up...when it was "allowed". Meanwhile they (men) might call from work and announce they're going out with the guys. No permission requested and look out if you suggest it's not a good idea! My ex would let me know he was going out and also that he intended to be driving because he couldn't go out without a car.

Don't get me wrong, I know not all men or all relationships are like what I just described but I believe the majority of them are. Finding one (a man) not like that is rare. Finding one that is also single and available is even rarer.

I'm not opposed to being in a serious relationship, or even being married for that matter, but I have no desire to be in a relationship that is one-sided. So, until such time that I meet the perfect man for me, I'm happy being single.

Check please.

You Made Me Love You

Do you ever get a song stuck in your head that you would kill to get out of your head?

That happened to me today. You Made Me Love You kept playing over and over in my head all day today.

Well, at least it started in my head but before I knew it I was humming it - out loud.

Next thing I know, I'm singing - in my office. The worst part is I don't know all the words so it went something like this (pretend I can sing for a moment):

You made me love you,
I didn't want to do it,
da da da da da da da

(louder) You made me love you,
the da da da da da,
da da da da da da

(louder still and imagine a slight shimmying going on) Gimme gimme gimme gimme what I cry for
da da da da da da da da da da da

You know you made me love youuuuuuuuuuuu

Wait, it gets worse (no, noone actually walked in on me while I was singing and shimmying, thank goodness!).

I'm trying to get the song out of my head when I think of another version I've heard of it, which then gets stuck in my head.

A bit of history...I LOVE Billy Crystal. He was the first guest on the Tonight Show when Jay Leno took over. Bette Midler had been on the last night that Johnny Carson was on the Tonight Show. Bette had sung a song for him and while it may have been to this tune, I don't know for certain. I remember the show being emotional but that was about it.

I do, however, remember the first Tonight Show with Jay Leno. As I said, Billy Crystal was his first guest and he said something about not being out done by Bette Midler, she had sung a song for Johnny so he had a song to sing for Jay. I don't remember the whole thing but the first part has stayed with me all these years. It's to the tune of You Made Me Love You and went like this...

I am your first guest,
I didn't want to do it,
My agent really blew it

and went on from there - that's all I remember though. Anyway, all day long those two "songs" were going through my head...and they're still there.

Yeah, it was a fun day. LOL

Freebies (aka "to do" lists)

You know the rules. Nobody gets hurt - no harm, no foul.

If the opportunity presented itself and noone would be hurt, who would be on your top five "to do" list? (Drool optional)

My list is as follows (in no particular order):

1. Nicolas Cage
He has this charisma that just does it for me. Not to mention that, well, in The City of Angels his er, considerable assets were exposed. Mmm, hmm, his wife is one lucky lady.

2. Leonardo DiCaprio

His, um, assets were also exposed in one of his earlier movies (Total Eclipse) and while they are someone lacking, I'm sure he knows how to use what he has. (where is the whistling guy when you need him?

3. Michael E. Knight

What can I say? I thought he was sexy 25 years ago when he started on All My Children. Nothing has changed. I wanted him then, I want him now. Yum!

4. Gary Sinise

Okay for some reason his picture would paste here...probably too hot, I'm sure. He's another one that if I were going for looks only, wouldn't make it but he has such a magnetism to him. Hmmm. That's all I'm going to say.

5. Josh Duhamel

Sure he's young but what's your point? He was on All My Children for a couple of years and then went to prime time...Vegas. He's the reason I watched that show. Not that James Caan was bad to look at. Hmmm....James Caan.

Okay, so that's my "to do" list. What is yours? (Now I'm thinking 5 was too short a list. Seriously, where's my whistle guy? ;o) )

Favorite Movies

I have Catch Me if You Can on. I saw it opening weekend when it premiered. The decision to see it was based solely on who was in the movie...Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio. I had no idea what the movie was about. I thought it was an action thriller, which doesn't usually attract me - not that I don't like them when I see them, they just don't grab me when I see the trailers.

The movie was completely sold out. I had to sit in between two people I'd never met.

I was so pleasantly surprised that it was a comedy, although I don't think the woman on my left appreciated me laughing my ass off throughout the movie. That's what happens when I'm taken by surprise with humor (same thing happened when I went to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith, except that it wasn't sold out and I had gone with friends...didn't know it was a comedy and laughed long and hard throughout the movie).

Anyway, I'm watching Catch Me if You Can, again and the difference now and when I first saw it is, I start laughing earlier because I know something funny is fixin' (I'm southern, deal with it ;o) ) to happen. Seriously, you don't want to see a movie with me if I've already seen it...I start laughing five minutes before the joke is told.

So now you know, Catch Me if You Can is one of my favorite movies. What are your favorite movies and why (if there is a reason ;o) )?

That word you're looking for...

Well, one would be PLEASE, the other would be THANK YOU. I'm talking to people who seem to think the world revolves around them. You know them, the ones when your world is crashing down around you and they want to know how it's going to impact them. Because goodness knows, we have to plan our breakdowns around THEIR needs.

And no, I'm not having a breakdown...today - not that she would care. However, yesterday, even though I had a migraine, I went in to help her out because she's traveling the next week and a half. I wanted to be sure she had everything she needed.

Meanwhile, something I promised my other attorney (who was on vacation Wed-Fri) I'd do Wednesday (he'd promised it to someone for Tuesday) didn't get done until today. I had to put my foot down on that too because she didn't see the need. I told her I would stay as late as she needed me to tonight but she said she HAD to leave by 5:00 today.

We got out of the office at 5:45. The urgency for her to get out by 5:00 was because she had scheduled a racquetball game for after work. Um, excuse me, but how does that take precedence over something needed by our manager? That's right, my other attorney is her boss too.

We walked out together so I assume she had everything she needed (I gave her my home number - just in case) but it annoys the hell out of me how she treats me sometimes. Someone really needs to point out those three words I started this blog about because they apparently aren't part of her vocabulary.

That concludes this rant.........

I have a problem

It's noon my time. I started this post yesterday. It started "By the time you read this it will probably be too late. I will have purchased this book off of Amazon.com."

I was right...it is too late. I ordered it last night. And it's all Lynn Daniels' fault. How you ask? Well, a few weeks ago I was checking out her blog and noticed a set of links. One said "humor girl". And since I like humor, I clicked on the link and came to Jill Shalvis's blog. The entry was humorous so I set her blog up as a favorite.

I checked it every day (still do actually). It wasn't until weeks later - after I was hopelessly addicted to Jill's blog - that I discovered that Jill's blog was directly UNDER "humor girl's" blog on Lynn's page...I'd clicked on the wrong thing. Now I'm buying her book.

So as you can see, it is ALL Lynn's fault. The prosecution rests.

And as of this writing, I've still never made it to humor girl's blog. ;o)