The Deep End of the Ocean
American Idol!!!!!!
Prince of Persia - Sands of Time
Birthday Presents Or, anything from my wish list.
And other things to avoid talking about babies. Post Date: 2/22/05
Original Journal Date: 2/22/05 I'm sorry. I can no longer update this site because American Idol is on three nights a week, which leaves me no free time. Joking. Sort of. I have a sad entry, but haven't had time to work it all out in my head yet. I'll get there. Ryan Seacrest, you're just dreamy. I went to San Diego this weekend for K-Yo's mother's celebration service. Isn't that a lovely thing to call it? A celebration service instead of a memorial service...because we're celebrating her life. It was so lovely. Mama K-Yo was a fan of red wine and chocolate truffles, so we sat around sipping red wine and eating truffles while we all remembered her. I don't really know what else to say. It was touching. So touching. I want mine to be like that, just not any time soon. I stopped in LA on the way back to grab dinner with Shadalan. She is doing so well and is so happy. Hello, are, like, all boys in L.A. the dreamiest boys ever? Seriously. I love Hermosa Beach. I always say I hate L.A. and could never live there, but I could live in Hermosa Beach. Anyway, here I am, biding time to avoid the big topic. I turn the big old three-one this week. Ouch. Today, AshleyPooh actually had the balls to email me and say, "When are you and the Cute Boy having babies? I need somebody to dress up and play with and baby sit." Firstly, Ashley, have you noticed that we live nine hours apart so your playing and babysitting would be limited at best? I showed the Cute Boy the email and we had a good laugh. Then we wrote AshleyPooh a response all about how generally you should date somebody for more than seven months before you start talking about babies and such. We're not even considering moving in together yet. I mean, seriously. On the other hand, I had a little pang when I read AshleyPooh's email because, you know, thirty one is another year less to have that little playmate for AshleyPooh. So, you know, not thrilled about the birthday. Though there is a stack of cards and presents at my place, and that's good. I like that. So, to review. Presents and cards. I like those. Being reminded that I am childless at thirty-one, I don't like that so much. Really, that's it. I'm hoping things settle in enough this week that I can write for real about what's on my mind. But until then you should be watching Idol and rocking it with those kids. Maybe G-Man of Playsure will let me tell you about his drunken hookup, but he may think that's inappropriate to post here. We'll see.