Ciao People!

I'm sitting in Rome in the laundry mat. I have 3 minutes to write something witty before my Internet time runs out. Okay, no time for witty.

We've been to Paris, Venice, Florence and Siena. All magical and wonderful. We have plenty of pictures and will send out as soon as we get home. We're getting back on Saturday night. I'm sure we'll be mighty tired as we have been walking and walking and walking every day. My legs are solid as David's by now.

I love you all but I've got to go. We'll talk soon. Take care!

Shout out to my awesome sister who hooked us up with Mon. Blum, the sweetest and cutest old dude in France. He is single...sorry, bad joke.

CIAO!

Long Road Ahead

Dear Bethany,

You're not allowed to go on vacation ever again. It's just too hard on those you leave behind. We're all missing you bad right now.

Heather saw a tranny walking down the street the other day and wanted to call you to talk about the tranny's weave-braid, but, alas... she had to call me. I tried my best to mimic your wonder and excitement, but I know it wasn't the same. Poor Heather...

Erica came into town last night. She asked about you like 5 separate times, hoping she had the dates for your trip mixed up and that you would somehow be here during her 4-day visit. She's very sad she won't get to see you.

I thought about you this morning as I dipped my teabag into my water. So many happy teabag memories. ((sigh))

Braid

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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For Claudia.

Farewell My Concubine

Hey folks, I am getting ready for my vacation in France and Italy. I really wish someone would pack for me, though. I'm learning how to send mobile updates to my blog. So far I can get the text to work but not pictures. We'll see what we can do. Otherwise, you'll have to suck it up and deal with it, dear reader(s).

Ahh, Memories

Thanks, Natalie Dee.

Walking in Those Shoes Takes Serious Skill

I'm not that tall so I love me some heels. I pretty much wear them every day--the higher, the better. Sometimes when I'm walking it feels like someone is actually stabbing me in the ball of my foot. I just keep on walking.

Well, I must admit that I've never put on 12+ inch platform heels. I have a feeling that my ankles would immediately snap in half in protest. Your buddy Shauna Sand is wearing some serious fetish heels. I wish I had a picture of her walking. Everything about this pictures says CLASS. enjoy.

Trying to Figure It Out

Hey folks, I'm trying to figure out how to do mobile blogging. I leave for my vacation on Thursday and wanted to rub it all in instantaneously...

Alas, I'm a techno-dummy so I'm having trouble figuring it out. I'll keep going but if I don't figure it out, you can post threats and insults for 2 weeks.

Seriously, if any of you would like to be guest bloggers while I'm gone, I'll let you do it. Just let me know.

Finished My Itinerary

I think I finally finished my vacation itinerary. I've narrowed it down to 8 pages. At this point, I go back and forth between excitement to anxiety to get all the last minute errands done.

If any of you want to see the itinerary, just send me and e-mail.

Whipped Cream Sandwiches

You may think that there is no way that restaurants would make and sell whipped cream sandwiches, but you'd be dead wrong. If you are looking for a bagel sort of thing piled high with whipped cream and strawberries, head on down to Jerry's Nugget.

Jerry's is the kind of place where you can waddle in rocking a polyester outfit, wheel your oxygen tank up to the slot machine, light up a ciggie and wile away an afternoon. classy.

Here's a picture of the whipped cream delight. Don't worry, they serve them every single day...

Your Boyfriend's Got Some Sweet Moves

I work in a not-so-great downtown area. The City is trying to turn things around, but in the meantime, there is a constant parade of crazies (literally) walking by my office.

While I was at work, I looked out the window and I noticed one of our faves Ricky walking down the street yelling to himself and practicing his sweet marshall arts moves. Ricky is the character who climbed a two-story cage constructed around our back staircase to keep people like him out. He's also the dude who was arrested while punching himself in the head in the El Pollo Loco drivethrough. awesome.

I tried to snap pictures in mid-movement, but this is the best I could get. Enjoy.

Make it a Double

As you all know, I am leaving for vacation in about 2 weeks. I need to finish up some stuff at work so I decided to stay late tonight. Guess what I also did today?

1. Wore not so comfortable heels.
2. Wore not so comfortable glasses.
3. Gave a double dose of blood.

Seriously, I couldn't have done anything more to make it harder on myself. I'm so tired but wound up since I just got home and have a hearing first thing in the morning.

PS I did get my stuff done because I'm one tough cookie. boo ya.

Lazy Sunday

I know I've whined about my continual struggle to clean the house on Sunday. I get all day to do it, but I just can't quite ease myself off the couch to start. Once I get going, I get in the groove and my obsessive/compulsive overachiever self takes over and I finish it.

It's just so nice and comfy on my couch catching up on all the trashy VH1 shows I like: Tool Academy (finale coming up), For the Love of Ray J and I Love Money. You want to talk about some desperate people, geez. I want to shake some of those girls. Get a hold of yourself! These d-bags are not worth your dignity...but then again, what else would I watch on VH1? I'm totally over the countdown shoes.

Okay, let's promise that the couch patrol ends in 15 minutes! That gives me 4 hours to clean everything. ready..set..go!