Good Morning, Charlie

Yesterday a friend of mine made the comparison to three of us as Charlie's Angels and which one did he say I was...

"Brian is the slutty blonde one....and Jorge is the sexy Jacklyn Smith one....so that leaves me the brown haired dorky one?....smile..."

The slutty blonde one??? Farrah? Me???

I mean I always thought of myself as the Sabrina type for that very reason...because I was always the brown haired dorky one (okay at least when I had hair) and the fact that it was always Sabrina who was bailing out the other two bimbos when they got themselves in trouble. Come on...think about it...who was the one that was saving Farrah when they were at the evil resort spa and they were going to suffocate her with a eucalyptis wrap?

Sabrina.

Who was the one that figured out the evil plot with the assassin figure skaters who were going to take out some foreign big wig?

Sabrina.

I don't think I need to go any further...

Apparently, I have this slutty quality about me that either I don't recognize, realize, or use to its fullest potential.

Or so I was told.

Just call me Farrah I guess.

Two Thousand Four/Two Thousand Bore

This year started off with a lot of promise after ending last year on a major downer note (fire, apartment gone, clothes that smell of smoke, asshole landlords), kinda picked up in the beginning of the year with the love life which then went south in the summer and picked back up again when SkiGuy and I started going out again.

Now it's back down and has been there for quite some time.

Dissastified with work. I need a new job doing what I want to do rather than what I'm doing now. If I only knew what I wanted to do.

Dissatisfied with my love life. I'm tired of having to call SkiGuy because he's too wrapped up in work or other things (primarily work though) to call me, make time for me, or anthing. SuitMan is no more and I'm at peace with that. And the only other guy that I was even somewhat interested on that same level (rather than the casual dating I was doing earlier this year) turned out to not be interested in me after all despite the advice from friends that what they saw was interest on his part. Or at least that's what I've been told. And not by him. And to top it all off, I'm not in the mood to actually find out or even want to find out.

Dissatisfied with my current financial situation. I can at least say that I'm working to rectify this one...we'll see how successful I am.

But I am thankful for things...I have a roof over my head. I have clothes on my back. I have food in my stomach. I have friends I can lean on for support in time of need. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I am lucky and blessed to have what I have and not complain about what I don't or what I haven't tried to change.

This is one of those times.

Santa Claus Letters Update

Some of you have asked if you could help out this holiday season with my rugby team's annual participation in Operation Santa Claus sponsored by the US Post Office.

The answer to that is: OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! Do you think I'm going to turn away any holiday cheer this year?

Just click the donation link in this post and you can make a direct donation of any size you want to the drive...we're going shopping this weekend so all of the money will help and all goes towards providing a better holiday to some deserving families.

Here's a summary of the families we have adopted this year:

Ferraras Family

Allan, 5 years old. Size 6/7 in clothes and 13 in shoes. Likes Spiderman and loves to play video games.

Edwin, 7 years old. Size 9/10 in clothes and 3 in shoes. Likes to read and play video games.

Jessica, the mother, age unknown. Did not put down anything for herself but she just started going to college to get her Bachelors in Internal Medicine. Our dream is that if anyone happens to have an old laptop that they are not using, haven't used in forever, and is just sitting on a shelf in a closet gathering dust since you upgraded to the new model and are willing to donate it to Jessica, this would really and truly be a great thing for her. Second on that list is that we may provide an American Express gift card to her in order to help pay for books and supplies for the coming semester.

Fanny, Givan, and Austin (no last name provided for family but we can track them down)

Givan, 7 years old. 8/9 in clothes and 4 1/2 in shoes. Loves video games and Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

Austin, 4 years old. 6/7 in clothes and 1 in shoes. Loves Spiderman and The Incredible Hulk

Fanny, the mother. No age or size info on her, but we do know that she is a single mother working two jobs to make ends meet for her kids and is refusing public assistance because she wants to do it on her own.

Luciano Family

Adrian, 7 years old. 7/8 in clothes and 1 1/2 in shoes.

Patricia, 15 years old (and the person who wrote this letter). Size Small in clothes and 1-3 in pants. Shoe size 6.

The mother (name and age unknown). Size Medium in clothes, and pants 5-6. Shoe size 7 1/2.

Blonde Joke of the Day -- Holiday Style

There were two blondes who went deep into the frozen woods searching for a Christmas tree. After hours of sub-zero temperatures a few close calls with hungry wolves, one blonde turned to the other and said, "I'm chopping down the next tree I see. I don't care whether it's decorated or not!"


And should we all be stocking up on copies of this soon??? I want to go to the book signing party!

P.S. Love the cover...

Kinda pissed

Who saw Jonathan fucking SHOVE his wife during the last part of The Amazing Race last night? I fucking hate that man. Isn't that akin to spousal abuse? Someone has tried to make me believe that he was really pushing her bag but I'm sorry he was really pushing her...he just couldn't physically put his hands on her...

The man is a freak and I'm so glad that Phil refused to even talk to him and told him to go take care of his wife who was bawling her eyes out...

You know you're ready...

...for the week to be over when you go to your chiropractor's office for your appointment and realize that you're early.

Very early.

An entire day early.

Yeah...can I go home now?

Overheard Conversation of the Day

Person 1: Well, even Susan Lucci eventually won her Emmy.

Person 2: Yeah, but it took her like 20 times didn't it?

Person 2: Oh. Right. (pause) Yeah, I don't think he could wait that long.