Saturday, February 19, 2005

Best friend tells all

Hi, hi! This is The New Jan Brady's one true love and best friend Toni, who finally got her to allow me to do a guest entry.

She's in the kitchen cleaning up dinner dishes and listening to the Garden State soundtrack - for the one hundred billionth time! Okay, we get it, YOU REALLY LIKE IT.

I've had three glasses of wine (your cup runneth over here.). I just wanted to come here and say that I'm SADDENED that New Jan is no longer doing her Jan Blog. And I TALK TO HER ON A REGULAR BASIS. But how fun is it to come here and laugh at her little observations and her Brady pics? A lot, me says.


New Jan is good people, but I'm quite sure you know this. The woman has so much going on in her life (a lot of it very difficult, which she will never tell you), and yet she always manages to tell you the funny things, even if they are little, and I really love that about her.

Do you know what she does really late at night? She watches old sitcoms. She's going to kill me for telling you this. But she watches Three's Company, Happy Days, that sort of thing. I've called her many a late night, and this is what she's doing. Do you know why she does? Because it reminds her of her childhood, just her and her sister sitting in front of the TV, laughing. If that doesn't make you love her, I don't know what else would.

She's a total sweetheart. She is always the last one to sit down when hosting a party. She will e-mail you links of things she thinks you'll like or laugh at. She loves and she loves, and when she really loves you can see it all over her sweet face.

If she were to read that right now, she'd yell "GAY!". Because that's how she is. Let's ask her to keep writing. She doesn't need to write a blow by blow of her day, but don't we love when she just writes something silly? Yes we do.

She's going to kill me, or erase this and that's okay. I love her.

GAY.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Nuthin' to see here.

Jan Brady is all growed up now and won't be sharing her boring blahblahblahs no mo'!

Monday, February 07, 2005

How do you do, Monday?

How is it that the weekends always go by so quickly? Weekend. Blink. Monday.

Saturday night I had a dinner party for one Toni the Birthday Girl. We ate whole crabs and made the messiest mess there ever was. The highlight of the evening was when her HOME MADE birthday cheesecake ended upside down on the floor. Before she could even see that I wrote her name all fancy like in chocolate sauce.

"Toni, come see your birthday cake."

(looking all over the kitchen counters) "I don't see it."

"Oh, that's because it's on the floor."

"Hey, nice. Thank you!"

Yesterday one of my favorite restaurant clients closed his place and had a private Superbowl party just for his favorite people. I got to bring along 3 people, and the fight for the spots was UGLY. Although I did get some pretty roses out of it. Bribery IS GOOD. Oh man, food was so good, and I ate so much that by the second quarter I was ready for a nap. It was a lonnng game.

At the party someone dropped a piece of carrot cake on the floor. I immediately said, "Oh, Toni will eat that."

I laughed, she did not.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Working alone.

This morning I sneezed, and then promptly blessed myself.

Sadly, this is not the first time I've done this.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Really, where is it?

If I were to copy Dooce, this title would follow under "Feeling Guilty".

Yesterday I was sitting at a light at a freeway exit, when to my left was a homeless man holding a sign that said, "Homeless: Let's love each other."

He was RIGHT NEXT to my window.

And what song was blaring in my car?

The Black Eyed Peas, "Where is the Love?".

See, I didn't have a single dollar/coin/ounce of love with me in my car.

And yet, there I sat with the song blaring:

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love