Category Archives: secret
That ain't no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, homeskillet.
Since I saw the movie, JUNO, I’ve been shuffling scribbled notes around my desk, from bird to mermaid paper weights and back again.. .forgetting I could just click on the IMDb page at any time to remind myself of the great dialogue.
like:
[at Juno's ultrasound]
Leah: Whoa! Check out Baby Big Head. Dude, that thing is freaky lookin’.
Juno MacGuff: Excuse me. I am a sacred vessel, alright? All you’ve got in your stomach is Taco Bell.
Juno MacGuff: [voice over] When I see them all running like that, with their things bouncing around in their shorts, I…
Sensitive Guy- at least where skin is concerned.
Instead of enjoying a wonderful yoga session yesterday, I was sitting in a doctor’s office looking at this: One week old POISON IVY . Trust me it was uglier in person.
My son was blessed/cursed with sensitive skin. Certain fabrics give him rashes, he sunburns and freckles in minutes and has permanent tattoos where a pencil poked through his jeans pocket and jabbed him in the leg.
The boy wanted the doctor to be stymied at this ugliness of the poison ivy, he imagined it might be another HOUSE episode, but that only made…
Learning from the pros.
Last night, my pal Liz and I went to hear Joshilyn Jackson speak at The Margaret Mitchell House in lovely downtown Atlanta. We arrived early- in the hot car- so we could enjoy drinks and dinner at The Vortex. Liz wanted to order the Big Naked Weenie, but settled for a veggie melt. Walking in the guy at the bar tells us pointing to the TV- “Oh man, you just missed it! The longest EVER car chase in LA.”
yeah, darn.
Double darn that the MM house wasn’t open for tours. I have almost read ALL…
If someone said they loved you when …
…you introduced them to something new, aren’t you obligated to share it ( the new thing- not the love, people) with the world?
Today I give you this- TA-DA -a way to watch brand new movies in the comfort of your own home, for free.
And because I am so not into that unconditional love crap, whatcha got for me?
My new toy. Yes, ANOTHER one.
Learning new things is good, right? Having new toys is better.
I've been TAGGED.
So, I’m supposed to tell you SEVEN THINGS.
*exhales loudly*
1. I almost got on MTV at a disco in Ibiza until I called my 42 year old friend my girlfriend.
2. I smashed my truck into a Lebaron’s front grille at the gym and didn’t tell anyone then swapped cars with my husband forever.
3. I spit into someone’s coffee when I was mad at them and it made me feel better.
4. I used to have a secret stash of money that I called my getaway fund stored next to a map of Paris.
5. In my dream…
Totally off subject and a little meandering.
You might have thought it was the dog in your bed the way the poor thing whimpered, the way his leg jerked out, then kept running as if squirrels taunted him in the forest. You may have thought the kids were geniuses the way they blurted out mathematical figures and long monologues of poetry with their eyes shut. You may have thought someone was sick, someone was lonely or someone was angry, if you came upon any of us in our sleep.
My family will never go to one of those sleep clinics. I’m afraid they’d never let us…
Money- a renewal resource.
I am usually the one giving advice– wanted or not. This month I am happy to be on the receiving end, as the 2 best pieces of advice come to me:
LIVE “AS IF”
SPEND. IT’S ONLY MONEY. YOU CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE.
My secret love
I love cars.
If I had a lot of money I’d have a lot of cars.I’m a wannabe car enthusiast.
I wish I knew enough to buy a classic junker, fix it up and enter it in a parade.
As it is, I think someday I will buy the classic junker and pay someone else to fix it up for me. Pimp my dream. I shop for cars at least once a week online.
I have my favorite (secret) sites, and I have my favorite cars.
The Audi tt,(when it still looked like a bullet), the Porsche Cayman…




