dissed

so bret michaels was scheduled to have a show in kc. this week! i was pretty excited to go see him. i have never been to one of his solo tours. only many, many poison concerts. yes, i was a wee-child when they were popular. yes, my parents let me listen to hairbands when i was in early elementary school. yes, my brother and i watched their music videos on mtv. and then re-enacted them in the basement. with sofa cushions as a drum set. plastic tennis rackets as guitars. and of course t-shirts as the long, flowing hair. (mine eventually got long enough to not require the t-shirt, just a bandanna). so this love affair i claim for bret. well it goes way back.

so back to the subject. the dis. he canceled. or should i say postponed his show in kc to host the miss universe contest. trump said he couldnt picture anyone else doing this. well and you know. bret loves the ladies.

jeff (old work husband) and i discussed this sad news today at lunch. i said how much i wanted to go back stage. he has a buddy who books events and knows people. jeff said he didnt want to meet bret. that he hates him. (really truth be told. he hates to love him! i dont know anyone else i could talk in-depth details with about the show rock of love 1, 2 and 3 - the bus.) but he did have a friend make a parody t-shirt of a monster wearing the skin of bret micheals. and the back says something about look what the...dragged in. anyway, we compromised that he would try to get us backstage for the show in november, if he can wear that t-shirt. i said yes. but i would be mortified.

side note: jamie oliver magazine is not in the u.s. yet. therefor that investment would not be smart. like $100 for a magazine subscription. ahh - no. oh well...someday

its all in the name

is it bad that i was to subscribe to this magazine. purely on the name. i mean the site looks good. and i love food. but i was ready for an impulse buy. just looking at the site. and how my name looks in print. i think its a done deal. i wonder if they give discounts to people with the same name. so much for starting my own magazine with this same title. its so not original, but i still love it. ha.

jamie magazine

and i will try to write more. since i had a reader tell me i went from a great blog. to the most boring. nothing blog ever. my rebuttal - well maybe my life is boring. she said probably so. i then stormed off like a child. we might go back to being friends. only if she lets me play with her favorite barbie for one day.

truth be told. my life has been very exciting. and BUSY. i usually spend my extra few minutes. grazing the kitchen. keeping up with summer tv shows: bachelorette (i got hooked this season) and true blood. i have also spent many wonderful weekends at friends weddings. preparing for the upcoming nuptials with bachelorette parties and bridal showers. and i joined a new fitness club. so i am also usually pool side. working on my tan. and trying to work on my fitness. its just so hot! but i am not going to complain. i love the heat right now. i would take this any day over a snow storm.

buzzzzz

i havent actually lived at my apartment for a long time. brief one night stops. or drop off a suitcase. fill it with new clothes. and off i go. this past saturday. on one of my visits to the homestead. i noticed a wasp flying around in the bedroom. there is also one on the porch. how they get in. i have no clue. i didnt think much of it. i left. figured it would be dead upon my return.

the night i got back. i didnt see her. the wasp didnt even come to mind. until. until last night. right before bed. she flew across the bedroom. she then settled on the ceiling. right above my head. i didnt want to make her mad. or do anything that might cause me to be attacked. so i texted mother. 'the wasp is still alive in my room.' she replied - 'oh no! wait til it lands n smash it.' what? no, no mother. i cant smash it now. so i let her know - 'it's right above my bed! on the ceiling.' she then understood. and gave me her best motherly advice - 'get wasp spray 2morrow, pray tonite. good nite.'

i survived. the wasp is still alive. before falling asleep, i would open an eye to make sure she hadnt moved. she stayed there all night. until this morning. she flew back over to the ceiling above my dresser. i leave tonight. so no need to kill her. she could be like a guardian angel. i just kept thinking, she is probably afraid of me more.

spam

i just cleaned out my spam folder in my email. i gathered this much. out of the 240 emails. apparently i am a male. i have a small member (the p word). i need a lot of drugs to help with this. and also with my mojo. and to keep it going. ha. and i can buy everyone luxury watches for cheap!

side note: has anyone caught an episode of animal horders? i can spend hours watching the regular horders. which usually has a few animal cases. but animal planet has done it. animal horders. i saw a great clip on the soup this past weekend. and finally caught the real episode too. its sad...but you get to see these people try to get help. it just amazes me. its just another train wreck they have added to the tv. but i enjoy rubber necking.

its going

week two at my new assigned work space. things are going good. hard to really answer the age old question everyone likes to ask me now. how is it? are you happy? again. its been 9 days. i need time. more time to pass judgment. i will reveal the following:

there is an espresso machine. this makes me happy.
the hallway sometimes smells like perm. this does not make me happy.
my office sometimes has a fart smell. (and it wasnt me - mine dont smell). my coworker told me its probably because its on the way to the bathroom. not happy.
i have blank walls in my office. this makes me happy. craft projects!
seymour, my giant bamboo - one stalk died when i left the old place - i havent brought him into the new place. i am afraid more stalks will die and he cant stand up on his own. i am neutral about this.
i still get to have lunch. and hang out with old coworkers - now 'friends'. this makes me very happy.

furry friend

over memorial day weekend. my parents and i were sitting on the deck. eating dinner. when mother brought her up. that two years ago we had to say goodbye to cory lynn. it was different this time. bringing her up. since zola was laying on the ground. napping. and being a good girl. mother then went onto say. zola was coming around. she was getting out of her puppy phase. and becoming one of us. apart of the family. and not just a dog. its a weird feeling. i am thankful for all my years with cory. she was my first dog. kind of like your first love. you will never forget them. i can sometimes feel the memories slowly fading. and i get sad for that. but i still keep photographs of her around the house. on my desk at work. so i know she will always remain in my heart. i know she is still watching over me. and she has been telling zola she better behave! ha.

this month in the anthropologie newsletter. they had a featured on a photographer who did a project on her dogs. both have since gone to doggy heaven. they just so happen to be labs. so i am a little bias. but i thought i would share this awesome tribute to her boys. beware - it made me tear up a little. grab a kleenex. and give your furry baby a big hug and kiss after.

http://www.theanthropologist.net/?cm_mmc=Email-_-Anthro_10-_-060210JunNewsL-_-agist#/DonnaDeMari/Devotion

waiting can be a good thing. and for me, it has.