Life Is Pretty, Dirty

"American Royalty"

If you watch My Name Is Earl (which you should!) you know who I'm talking about (here's a hint: Chaotic). I am minding my own business on a Saturday night alone (the L-dog is 85 miles away in the Central Valley with his parents, living up to his name as the family tile setter), and what do I see but the name "Kevin Federline" in the credits for the episode of CSI (yes, the original!) that I decide to watch .... What the????

So I'm thinking, "Oh, this is his 'acting debut' I've heard about in the tabloids." Um, OK, I guess if  what you mean by "acting," basically consists of speaking no more than like three threatening words to uber-hottie George Eads (aka Nick Stokes who survived being buried frickin' alive, thank you very much). I mean, I'm sorry, but K-Fed is a L-O-S-E-R. What additional proof does Britney need??

I guess he's trying to do something to justify his alleged $80K/day golf course bills ...

It's enough to make me understand why the religious right demonizes Hollywood. They (Hollywoodians) are their own worst enemies. They embarrass the rest of us in CA by acting like children--the most spoiled kind of children. To think how much K-Fed got paid to deliver a few wooden lines and to think about how much the "rest of us" make doing honest work. It's enough to make you want to ... [fill in the blank].

Gingerbread & Heartbreak

Just came back from a fabulous three days in Arizona at the Scrapbook Answers Girls' Weekend ... and I was planning to post some pics from that  (and rave about how awesome it was so everyone who didn't come would be jealous they missed it).

But apparently fate had a different plan for me.

One of my to-do items for the day was to photograph a deliciously simple gingerbread wreath created by fellow SBA editor Ana Cabrera for our holiday craft guide. My neighbor agreed to let me shoot it on her front door, which is painted a deep dark red and has gorgeous antique leaded glass in it. Wreath--check. Camera gear--check. Ability to carry wreath in one hand and camera gear over the other shoulder ... not so much. A moment of imbalance and the wreath slid off the cardboard box lid it was sitting on, tumbling onto the sidewalk.

Witness the destruction! It was all I could do not to cry right there!

P.S. Speaking of our holiday craft guide, I bought one put out by Better Homes & Gardens at the airport today (it has a felt snowman pillow on the cover) ... and although they obviously beat us to the newsstand, ours is going to be so much cooler! If you just want to do one crafty thing this holiday season--make a card, a gift, a garland, a wreath, a gift tag, a centerpiece--you will love our holiday special because we have tons of projects that are beautiful, unique, and (best of all) easy to make. [End blatant self-promotion.]

Too Tight!

What do I have to do to get back to my fighting weight? (Hint to self: Stop eating ice cream, avocados, and chocolate. Stop drinking beer and wine.) I guess I should say fighting size rather than weight because I'm always right around 120 or so, regardless how much of it is fat. But all of my paints are too tight and it's driving me crazy! It feels gross and looks gross (you know how that little bit of waist fat plumps over the top of the waistband??) I know it's ungrateful to complain about being overweight when you're sort of, well, thin. Comparitively! I'm not saying I'm thin because I don't feel thin. But my friends who are naturally taller or bigger than me because that's the way they're built get mad at me when I complain that I'm a fatty-fatty-two-by-four. But that's how I feel. So there.