Happy 4th

Today we went to the driving range and put put course for the first time because I FINALLY stopped turning up my lame nose and realized that golf is a luxury sport and that is right up my ally. Beers and a cigar anyone?

Boost MY Roost!

The Reunion

It came, it was better than I hoped, and now I hang my hat on that commitment made ten years ago. We had such a good time with everyone last night catching up and of course hanging with current friends too. Some things don't change!

New Addition

After seven days with no name, I present Penny.

Her and the giant bully that is Oliver are getting along fairly well, based on the fact that as a kitten she's fearless. Oliver's attitude the first three days was a firm WTF. He's gradually moved from hissing, low growls, and swatting, to games of chase, detective work of finding her throughout the house, a few treasured nose rubs, and only occasional swatting. My guess is they'll be cuddling and making lanyards in a month.

Finding the silver lining

• This is a real time post. Scott's been away at a conference in San Francisco and the commuter flight was delayed three times from it's original 10 p.m. arrival in Orange County to 1:30 a.m. at LAX. Awesome!
• Silver lining: it's Friday night, no work tomorrow, and I'm catching FOX marathon episodes of 30 Rock followed by King of the Hill as I watch the clock not move until I pick him up. In LA.
•  Oliver was borderline tolerant of our new kitty until I took her to the vet and she came back and (presumably) smelled like 17 other animals to him.
• Silver lining: Lessons in patience and washcloth baths of water/vinegar to neutralize those smells and keep a happy home.
• It was pretty hot today, but nowhere near the temps in other parts of the country.
• Silver lining: the new kitty really likes keeping me cool by braiding my hair.

• Unusual circumstances have brought out my inner Gran Tarino in dealings with people.
•  Silver lining: that's not such a bad thing.
•  Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are divorcing.
• Silver lining: I planned a surprise massage for Scott and I on Sunday. Surprise! Sorry that this was at your expense Suri.

Seasonal Friends

Sometimes there are characters on television that I connect with on such a level I have to remind myself that these are not real people--they are emotions and actions channelled through an actors.

After I tell myself that, I immediately forget it and think about how much I want to be friends with Liz Lemon/Tina Fey and Leslie Knope/Amy Poehler.

The problem is a constant struggle of who do I like more*. When the seasons are in full swing, Leslie Knope takes it by a landslide. How can you argue with the woman's insane love of waffles? And the relationship with Ron Mother-effin Swanson?

The Liz Lemon character practically parallels Knope in the food department (junk food addict) and coworker chemistry department (Jack Mother-effin Donaghy.) Currently, I've broken my cardinal rule of rereading a book in less than year when I picked up Bossypants last week and have been cry-snort-laughing in bed each night.

The rationale, one might argue, is that Tina Fey is real and Leslie Knope is a faux Assistant Director of the Parks and Recreation Department. (But her spirit is SO SO real!)

Thus, Amy Poehler needs to take a note from Tina and Kris Jenner and hop on the memoir train to settle this quarterly debate. It really boils down to whom I'd invite to my yet to be planned dinner in the Hamptons with Ina. 

First world problem, I realize.

Hats off to dads

Happy Father's Day to all of the dads out there, specifically the man who coached my softball team, took me to my driving test, and recently convinced me it was a good idea to jump out of a plane.

I'm also blessed to also have a wonderful father-in-law who accepted me into his family a long time ago and has been encouraging of my endeavors.

Hats off to dads!