Overdressed

Everything came off without a hitch. I laid out a nice board of cheese, fruit, crackers, nuts and proscutto in the living room. Mom had one mimosa and me & Dad split the rest of the bottle.


Dad actually preferred sitting at Big Daddy's desk where he could watch football on the big screen HDTV:


My table looked nice, if I do so say myself. I really should enterain more often.


And while the rest of my house was clean, I took some more photos:

Well, it's sorta clean. I can see now that all that shit needs to come down off the refridgerator. (It's a magnet collection from places we travel to.) Do you like my little white lights above the cabinets? That's something new I just added.


This one even has the dog in it. What a magazine shot!


Here's a rather blurry shot of the table set with all the food. No big turkey money shot, though. We carve in the kitchen:

And, the joyous family all gathered around the bountiful blessings. And also bitching at me for making them pose for pictures when they really wanted to be digging into the blessings:

As per tradition, Dad enjoyed the wings:

And someone was asleep immediately following the meal. This year, though, it wasn't me. It was Uncle Dave:

Even the puppies had turkey. And all in the home were thus sated and happy:

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In case you haven't noticed this breaking news, I wanted to let you all know that the MEMPHIS TIGERS ALMOST BEAT DUKE IN MADISON SQUARE GARDEN TONIGHT!!! D-U-K-E.

What a heartbreaker. Would've been cool to beat a #1 team.

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While I was sitting in some middle school parking lot the other evening waiting for My Kid to come out of basketball practice, I decided to entertain myself by practicing taking my own photo. Because Mel is so good at it! And I? Suck.

One thing I discovered: It's actually a lot easier to take your photo in the car b/c you can adjust the rearview mirror and see the camera image in the reflection. And at least that way you know that your whole head is in the shot.

Now, you will see that I am so NOT photogenic. (Admittedly, the dome lighting isn't exactly friendly to the aspiring model.)

Witness the non-smile:


And...the FAKE SMILE!

The fake smile is one you'll see on me often. It's especially good with the gigantic-forehead-look.

And...the extreme close-up

I'm dreaming that one day I'll actually have an upper lip.

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1. Washing my water goblets and serving dishes. Not like by hand or anything. In the dishwasher. Duh.
2. Listening to Queen. Freddie Mercury was a musical genius.
3. Getting my nails done. Natch.
4. Considering what I might wear tomorrow. I've yet to come up with anything satisfactory.
5. Cleaning my office. The one at work. In preparation of four! days! off!
6. Saying, "Oh great. You shot dad in the ass. Are you happy now??" Grey's Anatomy was having the best thanksgiving episode ever.
7. Trying to get rid of this zit under my nose. Because really. 39! Shouldn't breakouts be behind me by now?
8. Thinking about leaving work early. See #3 above.
9. Creating centerpieces for my dining and coffee tables. Yeah, I bought a candle and set it on a mirror. Color me blonde and call me Martha Stewart.
10. Buying liquor. "Lots & lots of liquor!" All holiday quotes must come from Grey's Anatomy T'giving episode. See #6 above.

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At our office Thanksgiving lunch, our boss said a few words about each person at the company. Mine were:

Smart
Fearless
Tenacious

I'm not sure if he was talking about my work or my fashion sense.

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A couple weeks ago we were having dinner with my inlaws, and my MIL told us that Big Daddy's brother & SIL from California were coming for Thanksgiving. Then she said, "Daddy and I are going to take you all to the Crescent Club - I just can't cook Thanksgiving dinner anymore." And Big Daddy said, "No! We're not going to a restaurant for Thanksgiving. We can have it at our house." Then he turns to me and says, "Is that OK, honey?" Well, we never do a turkey anyway - we order a smoked turkey from Corky's. And cooking all the fixings really isn't that much trouble, so I didn't mind having it at our house.

Well, yesterday I was cleaning the house and preparing the menu and getting ready to go to the grocery, and my MIL hadn't ever called and offered to prepare anything, so I thought I should call her before I go. I said, "Will you bring your cranberry jello mold?" and she said, "Oh honey, I'm bringing everything."

Wha...?

I said, "Well that doesn't make sense. I thought the whole reason we are having it here was so you didn't have to cook."

And she said, "I want to."

I tried to talk her out of it but she said that she'd already bought everything.

After I got off the phone, I went and related the conversation to Big Daddy. In typical male fashion, his response was, "Oh good. Now you don't have to do it."

Uh, yeah. NOT THE POINT. It was a shitty thing to do. Agree to have dinner at my house but then bring all the food yourself?? I guess she decided that if a restaurant didn't cook, she'd go ahead and do it herself. You know, as opposed to eating MY food.

SHE. IS. RAMOND'S. MOM.

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Badger says that today's show & tell is "something red." So here goes:

The most obvious red, is my red Sharpie. I prefer the twin tip version, as I can use the small tip to edit (love to bleed all over people's writings) and the bigger tip to mark off my to-do list. There's such satisfaction in checking off with a big red marker.


Also red is my phone:


And my Flash Gordon poster:


And also? My nails:


Which are technically "Chick Flick Cherry" but just ask any 5-year-old and he'll tell you that they're RED.

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So I've continued to shop. I haven't bought anything else, but I've been shopping. And now I have a new distress: cute flats cost upwards of $300 too! Why did I think that because they're less desirable to me they would for some reason be cheaper? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND KALISAH???

My coworker Amy worked in London for five years and when she left (about six months ago) she said that all her friends were wearing silver and gold flats. Hmmm. I have last season's gold Republic skirt, which I could pair with this sweater in white, and maybe some glittery hose and pretty gold flats. Then I'd have to have this cute little evening bag, too. I could live with that for a holiday outfit.

Note to shoe designers: I am neither preppy nor Native American. All flats need not look like loafers and mocs. Sheesh.

However, I'm not hitting a total brick wall. These Pliners are kind of cute. And reasonably priced, too. These actually look like the black ballet flats I bought at Macy*s this week. I'm loving these Jimmy Choos. I didn't even know he made flats. These Katie Spades might be cute with a skirt?

And in looking for boots, imagine my surprise to find store after store of western-style boots! That works for me, because I have two GREAT pairs of cowboy boots - in both brown & black - that I simply adore but haven't worn in a few years. Of course, I'll need some longer skirts to waer them with. Something like this, I think would work equally well with brown flats or cowboy boots. And THIS just may be my most favored look for winter: Tulle skirt & cowboy boots! Who knew?? It's so Donna Karen circa 2001. (I would, of course, lose the white socks.)

Go on now - shop amongst yourselves.

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What movie did the quote "I killed a gopher with a stick once" come from? B/c I just don't think it was Caddyshak. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

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1. My sidebar is all fucked up again. It somehow happens when I post photos and it sucks. I alerted Blogger last time, but of course they never responded to my request. The only way I was able to fix it last time was by deleting all my photos. I'm not doing that this time. I'm keeping it as is until they look at it and fix it, by god.

2. I picked up the pretty pink blazer from the cleaners today. It looks to have survived the cow poo. Yay cleaners.

3. If I had to choose just one blogger to meet in person, and this would be a really, really tough decision, then today, it would be Melati. She is one rocking chick.

4. If I had to choose just one blogger who I most admire as a person, and this really wouldn't be that tough a decision, because hands down, it would have to be Carmen.

5. If I had to choose just one blogger to read today, then you'd have to go ahead and shoot me because there's no way. I love all you guys so much. So very much.

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Go there now and see all the fun from my birthday celebration!

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Tonight I went to the mall to try to find some flats.

*Sigh*

You can't imagine how much that pains me to say. You certainly did not expect to come to THIS SITE and see the words, "Tonight I went to the mall to try to find some flats."

I can't decide which is worse...buying shoes at the mall or shopping for flats.

*heavy sigh*

I tried to keep my chin up. I kept repeating in my head what Melati had written in my comments:

I know what you are going through. This is how I got through not wearing heels for 3 months:
Buy 2 pair of ballet flats.
Buy two pair of white low-top converse.
Buy 3 pair of pants hemmed for flats.
Wear it like it's your preference.
I had all my friends doing the "just out of dance class/urban city professional" thing within 2 weeks.

I mean, come on! "Wear it like it's your preference"??? That may be the very best advice anyone's ever given me. In my life.

I went to Macy*s and you KNOW how much I completely resent their shoe department. I found two pairs of ballet flats I liked and one pair of boots (I need SOMETHING to wear with all these skirts!!). They only had one pair of the flats in my size.

STRIKE ONE.

I went to Journey's (or something like that...hell, I had to ask My Kid where to buy lowtop converse and he took me there). Found the shoes for $40. They wouldn't take a check.

STRIKE TWO

Pretty much gave up on the mall thing and took My Kid to Target to buy some video game he was wanting.

Looked for pants to hem to flat length. Bought two pairs of Isaac Mizrahi pants and a pair of fake black Converse lowtops.

I FUCKING BOUGHT CLOTHES AND SHOES AT MOTHERFUCKING TARGET.

STRIKE THREE.

I AM O-U-T OUT OF HERE.

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*ahem* May I have your attention please? I have a very important announcement to make:

Real women? They don't look like THIS:

It's not normal, and it's not right, and if her friends really loved her they'd feed that girl a sandwich. Seriously. OK! I get it! She's America's Sweetheart! And this picture? Just pushed about 1.7 million teenage girls into eating disorders. Way to go, GQ.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.

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I don't know where to start. I had so much fun. The last time anyone threw a party for me? Nine years ago - when I turned 30. So this was really special. This morning when I stopped for a coffee, Boris said, "The best part was seeing how much your friends love you." Awwwww.

My best friend Ansley was the one who organized it all. She's the greatest. And she bought me a VERY generous gift - a beautiful turquoise necklace.


This shall forever be remembered as the Necklace Birthday. (I don't know why that photo is so blurry b/c it's perfectly fine on the phone.)

Also there was Patricia who looked more beautiful than I think I've ever seen her in a gorgeous pink angora sweater and soft pink makeup. This woman is a GRANDMOTHER, folks:


And Mary, my friend and confident from my old job who was always there to listen and help and confide in. I haven't seen her since I left that job and I have missed her like crazy. She gave me the best birthday present ever: She reported that she's sat in no less than three meetings where my former boss bemoaned the "huge hole" that's been left in the department with my resignation. She's the best and also? Great cheekbones.


And TREASURE came, too! What a great surprise that was! She is so smart and fun and it was so great to finally meet her and I am soooo glad she came b/c she was a real asset to the party!


And of course, we can't forget those crazy young girls: Alvarez & Sherry. They're two very talented graphic designers at my old office. And very hot young sexy broads that were getting all the attention from the guys in the place. Here's Princess Alvarez wearing my tiara:


She is also a very talented illustrator, and she gave me "paper dolls" of myself - she illustrated ME! - with all these hip cool outfits. It is awe. some.

I haven't uploaded the photos from my camera yet. When I do they'll actually be some of me on there, as other people were snapping photos with that. These were just a few I grabbed on my camera phone. So more to come soon...

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We have a new client - an agriculture client. And today was Farm Ed day where this ag client teaches inner-city kids where their hamburgers come from. I was involved in Farm Ed day from a media standpoint, and both the newspaper and one TV station came out, yay me.

I was also taking photos of the event, so I got there around 8:30 this morning and started getting shots of all the displays and signage and such. They had this male turkey in a pen next to two more turkeys in another pen. The male that was alone had all his tail feathers puffed up and was gobbling really loud to try & get the female's attention. (She, of course, was ignoring him.)


And there was one of those sheep-herding dogs like in Babe that was rustling up a couple of sheep, which by the way, might be the dumbest animals on the planet.

And there was a REAL! LIVE! BEEF! COW! That became a bit of a joke with me & my PR co-worker Amy (did I mention we hired a second PR girl? Another post.). When I sent the media advisory over to the client for them to sign off on before I distributed it, the girl there added some more info (which was good, b/c honestly I didn't know that much about the event and most of what I wrote in the advisory I just pulled out of my ass.). She wrote this sentence: "Children will have the chance to touch a real live beef cow."

So anyhoo, this real live beef cow - which hello? Have you ever seen a real live beef cow? Two words: GI. NORMOUS. She'd just had a real live beef calf two weeks ago. And the calf was in the pen with her so they were warning you not to get tooooo close to the pen b/c the real live beef mama was feeling pretty protective. I was just trying to do my job and get some photos of the inner-city yoots around the REAL! LIVE! BEEF! COW! but apparently I didn't step back FAR ENOUGH for the mama (did I mention ginormous??) because she stomped her humongous hoof at me...and splattered me with cow shit. Seriously.

After I got over the first initial shock ("holy shit, that got on me") it was pretty fucking funny. And I do mean it was all over me - splatters the size of a quarter - but luckily not above the shoulders b/c that would have just been gross.

I went into the restroom to get a wet paper towel and clean it off. Of course, all I did was smear it all over my pretty pink velvet blazer.


I was quite entertaining to the gaggle of fifth-grade girls in the bathroom.

When I came out, Amy called me. I grabbed for my phone on my belt but then I couldn't answer it b/c IT WAS COVERED IN COW SHIT.

After the event, I went home to change before going into work. I found A LOT more of it when I changed. It was all on my belt and down the side of my jeans.

By the time I got to work the story was pretty well known. I sent the following email b/c apparently people thought that I had actually been shat upon:

From: Kalisah
To: Staff
Subject: The [redacted] event was a real success

Channel 5 AND the Commercial Appeal both came out.

And yes, I did in fact get splattered with cow poop. It's the price we pay for being hard-working, dedicated PR professionals, I'm afraid. (It's a shitty business.)

But - just to clarify - the cow was protecting her 2-week-old baby calf from me. She stomped her (huge) hoof on the ground, which happened to be dotted with cow poop and thus, the splattering.

The cow didn't actually POOP on me.

Just to clarify.

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Then YOU are invited to my birthday celebration this Friday after work! We're getting together at my little spot - Bistro Aroma 1779 Kirby Pkwy.

I'll be there.

And Snidget will be there.

And some of my other friends will be there.

So come on by. Around 6:30.

Because I'd love to meet you if I haven't yet.

I'll be the one in back in a tiara.

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Seriously, this is making me so sad I can hardly bring myself to write about it.

Yesterday evening after work I was at the physical therapist, laying on my stomach getting towel marks on my face and with those electrodes stuck to my back. And he comes in and he says, "I want to show you something."

And I look up and he's holding my shoe. With the heel facing me. The teeny, tiny little kitten heel that I more than once professed on this very website how much I hate wearing, but given the fact that my back is practically CRIPPLED I have made the ultimate sacrifice and worn the fuckers.

So I look at him and I say, "What?? Those are tiny little heels!"

And he says to me, "'Heels' being the key word here."

And I say, "Come. On. I have 40 pairs of 3-inch heels in my closet that I can't wear and TWO pairs of these silly little heels that I am wearing as a compromise." Even though I hate them.

And he says to me, "How many pairs of FLATS do you have?"

"FLATS?" I snort. "PRETTY GIRLS DON'T WEAR FLATS."

And he proceeds to tell me that ANY heel at all is putting additional pressure on a back that we are working three days a week to try and heal.

"Once my back is stronger," I ask meekly, "can I wear my shoes again?"

He said, "That's your call."

Stupid. Motherfucker. Bastard.

So I pulled out the only pair of flats I own - some black crocos from the Republic that I thought were cute and practical when I bought them but then I hated the way they looked on me so I never wear them. And I'm wearing them today. To work. With a suit. I look like I forgot to put my shoes on and I'm wearing my slippers in the office. And, of course, all my pants are hemmed for heels. Feh.


I hate my life.

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YOU WERE A LITTLE GIRL IN THE 70'S IF...

You wore a rainbow shirt that was half-sleeves, and the rainbow went up one sleeve, across your chest, and down the other.

You made baby chocolate cakes in your Easy Bake Oven and washed them down with snow cones from your Snoopy Snow Cone Machine.

You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked. And the little candy pills!

You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it. Who didn't??

You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels. And then LIVED on them for the next three years.

You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (Admit it!)

You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island. Erm...it did kind of frighten me a bit.

You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days.

You had either a "bowl cut" or "pixie," not to mention the "Dorothy Hamill" because your Mom was sick of braiding your hair. People sometimes thought you were a boy. I totally rocked the Dorothy Hamil all the way through junior high. And, ahem, no one EVER mistook me for a BOY.

Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession. Mine was actually a Raggedy Ann sleeping bag. Her head was the pillow and you put your legs down into her "legs" to sleep. It wasn't terribly comfortable as you couldn't turn over once you were down inside of it.

You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers. Gauchos, for sure.

You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon. Actually, it was Baby Tender Love I desired. She was one of the first dolls that PEED.

You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits. I TOTALLY HAD THESE!!!!

You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. When I wasn't on skates, of course.

The swing set tipped over at least once.

You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color. Wasn't this more an 80s thing?

You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals (the ones with hard sole & the buckle). You also had a pair of salt-water sandals.

You wanted to b e Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad; you wore that Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson! Oh I did better than that. I had several long calico dresses, aprons and matching bonnets that my friends and I wore around the clock when we weren't in school or church.

You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink.

Your hairstyle was described as having "wings" or "feathers" and you kept it "pretty" with the comb you kept in your back pocket. Yes, yes and yes.

You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie. Had them all.

You carried a Muppets lunch box to school and it was metal, not plastic. My lunchbox was actually Holly Hobbie. I can still remember the way that thing smelled inside...

You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazard was your boyfriend. Yeah, that's the 80s.

Every now and then "It's a Hard Knock Life" from the movie, "Annie" will pop into your brain and you can't stop singing it the whole day.

YOU had Star Wars action figures, too! I saw "Star Wars" in the theater with my mom & my brother. I totally didn't get it. At all.

It was a big event in your household each year when the "Wizard of Oz" would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags! Actually, my mother hated The Wizard of Oz. I never saw it until I was a senior in high school.

You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: "Who will I marry. Shaun Cassidy or Leif Garrett?" Shaun...please let it be Shaun...

You completely wore out your Grease and Saturday Night Fever soundtrack record albums. I actually had the EIGHT TRACKS.

You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom.

You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts! I had a shrinky-dinks charm bracelet.

You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker. I SO did this!

You couldn't wait to get the free animal poster that came when you ordered books from the Weekly Reader book club. Double score if it was a teddy bear dressed in clothing.

You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy Blume books. I remember when Leigh Gardner checked out "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret." from the school library and then turned it back in in the regular drop box instead of giving it directly to the librarian, which you were supposed to do because only 4-6 grade girls were allowed to check it out, and then John Churu tried to check it out and the librarian held it up and called out, "Who just turned in this book?" and she got in sooooo much trouble.

You had a Big Wheel with a brake on the side, and a Sit-n-Spin. My brother had a Big Wheel. Several of them, in fact. I was too girly for that but I did ride on his occasionally.

You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat. Well, not subscriptions, but I used to BEG my mom to buy them for me at the checkout counter, especially when The Hardy Boys were on the cover!!!

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You may have noticed that I haven't been posting much lately. And if you're a regular reader, then I'm probably a regular reader of yours...and maybe you're wondering why you haven't seen me much around your neighborhood lately either.

I just want to say that I'm sorry and I'm really, really trying to catch up on reading blogs. I've just been SO BUSY at work (erm...NOT THAT I READ BLOGS AT WORK) and Big Daddy's been traveling a lot so I've been playing single mom and ... okay, truth is, blame it all on that damn Harry Potter.

I bought My Kid the entire set, and ... welllll, I admit it: I'm up to the fifth year.

I haven't even read a NEWSPAPER in three weeks. I'm pitiful.

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I don't know how well you'll be able to see it in this lousy little camera phone picture - it just can't do it justice.

But here is the necklace that Big Daddy had made for me:

[photo redacted]

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Ahhh...39. I don't feel a day over 37. Seriously.

I went out and bought myself a birthday gift. New color to go with the...new color.

Front Row:

Nars blush in Sin

Chantecaille lip gloss in Nougat

Nars eye shadow duo in Charade

Center: Nars lip gloss in Bilitis

Back Row:

Chantecaille lip sheer lipstick in Nebula

Nars lip stick in Rouge D'Enfer

Tonight we went out to dinner with Big Daddy's parents, as we've done for my last 12 birthdays. My FIL and I share the same birthday. I know!! How unusual is that?? I told Big Daddy I was tired of the same steak and Italian restaurants where we always eat. I picked out one I like instead - Yia Yia's. Pronounced "yah-yah's." It's Greek for "grandmother." I know my MIL likes it as she eats lunch there with her girlfriends occasionally (and she's the hardest one to please).

The restaurant is a little frou-frou. I know...who me??? Here's mom & dad trying to figure out what the hell is on his plate.

He ordered salmon. Looks like it had some kind of french-fried onions on top and maybe some vegetables or potatoes underneath?

Anyway...you see he ate it all.

Mom, she ordered the lasagne. (Guess she would have preferred the Italian restaurant afterall.)

For dessert, I had the foresight to order the hot chocolate souffle. YUM! It was my birthday, afterall.

Big Daddy bought me a beautiful necklace from Charlotte. This is not it. These are the "pearls" I typically wear with my Audrey Hepburn dress. Overall, I'd say it was a really nice birthday.

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We just got an email from one of the partners that a local private school (where, BTW, another partner's child attends school) is holding a telethon in our offices one upcoming evening. They asked us to please have our desks neat so that they had space to work and to not have any confidential client information laying around.

And I thought, "Someone's going to be working in my office??"

And I hate to sound selfish or uncaring...oh who'm I kiddin'? I'm the Queen of Selfish and Uncaring and this office is MY DOMAIN from which I rule my kingdom of Keep Your Hands Off My Stuff Or At Least Have The Decency To Wash Them First.

Don't you think it would have been considerate of the partners to have asked us if we mind?

Or maybe the deal is, technically, The Man owns this space and He decides who uses it when and if I don't like it I can find some other damn space in which to spend my days.

And if you think I should just shut the fuck up and at least be glad that they warned us, you can tell me that too.

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50 Cent disagrees with Kanye West

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Disclaimer: I have not yet mastered the talent of taking my own picture so these are blurry and off-center and I'm not looking at the camera even if I were you'd see that my facial expression resembles that of a goldfish peering into the back of a spoon.

But you're only supposed to be looking at the HAIR COLOR anyway.


Another disclaimer: the iridescent purple nail polish was part of the 80s prom queen Halloween costume.

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That Carmen. She knows me so well. Ironically, I think the card probably describes her life more so than mine, what with trying to raise SIX KIDS and all. But nice that she recognizes that we all feel a little screaming banshee-ish some days. Or most days.

Go here to see the card.

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How much does Dakota Fanning (left) look like a young Jodi Foster in this Halloween photo with her sister? Do you think she PRACTICES that?


In other Halloween fun, Regis & Kelly dressed up as Mary Kate & Ashley.

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I've been:
1. Trying to come up with a costume for our company Halloween party.
2. Shopping in thrift stores to find dress.
3. Being thoroughly inconvenienced by muscle spasms in my back AGAIN.
4. Hobbling like a little old lady to the doctor.
5. Taking lots of medication.
6. Buying wig, headband, little round sunglasses for My Kid to be a hippie for Halloween.
7. Going to the Halloween party even though I was spaced out on meds and should have dressed as a zombie since that's what I looked like all night and now everyone thinks I wasn't having a good time.
8. Starting physical therapy for the back which - those little electrode things? TOTALLY helped.
9. Buying Halloween candy at the last minute.
10. Sitting out on my front porch handing out candy to trick-or-treaters so they wouldn't constantly ring the doorbell and upset my dog.
11. Reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire before the movie comes out.
12. Psyching myself up to turn 39 on Saturday. Eeek! 39!

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