1. I accidentally went back to the blog of the woman who went through IVF nine times and then got pregnant. Remember her? It was her blog that tore my heart out last week. Guess what?? You’ll never guess. Since I wrote about her last week she has gotten pregnant again. This time she is pregnant without IVF. She magically got pregnant via sex. And, here is the real shocker, upon discovering this I didn’t cry. Can you believe that???I didn’t shed a single tear. I feel sure that if I had read the 243 comments of congratulations I would have needed a tranquilizer, a hard drink and a Costco size case of Kleenex. But, I think that Vitamin W helped me stop from that act of extreme masochism.
2. We watched the “Sex and the City” movie Friday night, which I had not seen when it was in the theaters( I am just not that kind of hard core fan. I liked the show okay, but it would have ever been on my list of favorite shows. Truth be told there was something about the endless hunt for love that was the primary premise of the show that always left me a bit flat. I know that I am in the minority and that many of you are huge Carrie fans). Anyways, I had been warned that Charlotte got pregnant in the movie and then there were lots of scenes with Lily that had the potential for serious tears. I cried not one tear. Okay, not true, I did cry when Big bailed on Carrie on their big day.
3. I got the orange skirt and I ordered the orange shoes. Thank you all for voting and brilliant suggestions on how to wear them. And, Hammie, merci beaucoup for offering to send me an orange scarf—you are sweeter than a honey tangerine.
4. I spent five hours yesterday writing a post about the art at the Broad Museum at LACMA that ended up sounding like a pedantic book report. Let me spare you from reading that awful post and say instead: The art is great. I love contemporary art. Yay, art! Cy Twombly,Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Ed Ruscha, Andy Warhol, Ellsworth Kelly, Cindy Sherman, Jean-Michel Basquiat, John Baldessari, Jeff Koons, Chris Burden, Mike Kelley, and Richard Serra are all amazing artists and I had the happiest day I have had in L.A. seeing their work. And, if you are in L.A. go to the Broad museum. Wow! That is so much better than the post I spent five hours on and that will give you a sense of how bad the post was.
5. I have been in L.A. since July and I still have an Austin cell phone number. I need to get an L.A. number and yet I just cannot seem to make the call and get the number. I just don’t want to admit that I live here.
6. I finished Augusten Burroughs Wolf at the Table: A Memoir of My Father and it was the most emotionally honest book I have read in a long time. It was incredibly difficult to read. The story of a sociopathic, abusive and alcoholic father to the 8-year-old Augusten broke my already broken hearts into smaller bits. I wanted to break through the book and pull the 8-year old boy out of his family and into my arms and hold him, feed him and make him sage. The first two chapters I thought I was going to have to put it down and abandon the book—but the writing was just too good and I couldn’t do it. The pregnant woman on the blog and Charlotte’s baby did not make me cry. The end of this book made me sob.
7. In one weekend I was approached by two mentally ill men and one random women. Mentally ill man #1 was a schizophrenic, I think. Man #1 came up to me, and no one else, as I was waiting in long line in a store and asked to shake my hand and then asked my name. Once he learned it he thanked me and ran away at full speed. I don’t have the kind of name that usually inspires a 500 yard dash.
Man #2, I am not sure what his issue was but he came up to me as I was sitting at Peet’s innocently minding my own business and told me he had a multiple choice quiz for me.
I guessed “87?”.
Man did not in anyway acknowledge my answer but quickly shot out, “Question two,” his eyes focused more intensely on me to the point of forming a severe squint, “Who said, ‘they will have to pry the gun out of my cold dead hands’?”
I took a moment to consider.
The man patiently waited. “Uh, Charlton Heston?” I asked.
Man #2 would not tell me if I got it right.
“Final question. 11,17, or 19?”
“17?” I answered.
“Yes, you are correct.”
Upon hearing my answer Man #2 left my table and walked into Whole Foods. All I remember about this man with the questions were his sandals that looked expensive. Everything else about him is a blur of multiple choice questions. “Did he have gray, brown, or blond hair?” Uh, I think it was gray. “Tall, short, or medium?” Tall, I think?
I wonder what he was going to buy in Whole Foods. I cannot come up with an answer.
Moments later, five minutes—I think, I was approached by random woman #1 and she, with absolutely no provocation, walked up to me and told me if I was looking for something to do I should go to an art show at the old Edison building. I thanked her for her suggestion.
Please, someone, make sense of these random occurrences. Oh, and let me assure you I was nowhere near a mental hospital. I was in an upscale shopping center.
8. I went to a Spanish wine dinner on Saturday night and I had lovely wines that I never had when in Spain. I drank Sangria when I was in Andalucia—Sangria and huge bowls filled with creamy cafe con leche con azuca. I did have Sherry when I was in Granada and it was muy delicioso. I forgot how much I like Spanish sherry. I used to think sherry was just for old English ladies who wear dowdy sweaters and have homes with enormous drafts and dogs named Pinkerton. It is not. Chic redheaded weasels also enjoy sherry, preferably dry sherry on ice with a twist of lime. Sherry, Marcona almonds, Spanish cheese and green olives are a tapas-tastic treat that can make Valencia, California seem like València, España. Olé!
Would love to hear some random elements of your weekend.
Did you: a) Go out; b) Stay at home; c) Have a fantastic time; d) Work through the whole thing or e) None of the above?
1. I discovered that it’s not easy for a gal to find an afternoon espresso in midtown Manhattan on a Saturday.
2. The Frick Collection is every bit as great as I’ve heard all these years.
3. People will line up to see a live nude (at least on top) guy.
I have just had to Google sociopath!
I now realise that my father was so cunning that he was able to channel his tendancies through my mother!!
I found the SATC film very sad too, the idea that a man validates us is irritating, although I agree that shopping does!!
To stop complete strangers striking up a random conversation you need to perfect a look that says “you are dirt, piss off”
I have it down to a T, but then I have no friends either!
I am still loving the bag…may try red shoes next!!!
First of all, I absolutely love it that you “accidentally” went back to that blog. Are you my child? They do things like that all the time. Does sound like vitamin W is what you were missing.
On Sex and The City, I just enjoyed seeing the girls friendship. They story was eh, ok. If I ever get back to LA we can go together to the art museum ok?
Have you read Running With Scissors? I just couldn’t bring myself to read it. I cannot read anything that contains children or animals being overpowered or abused. But, I heard that the book was very good.
Sadly I think coffee shops tend to house strange people. Last time I went to a particular coffee house, this weird lady kept staring at me. She gave me the creeps.
As far as my weekend, you can read my new post
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Deja: Paris and then New York. Sounds like you have had the trip I dream of(except for the live nude;-).
Indigo: Oh,I am so sorry. Sometimes learning the diagnosis helps to understand. When I found out about narcissism in my family it made my childhood make much more sense.
The theme of SATC feels very regressive to me and having a message that the Prince is what completes you. Sure, there was Samantha—but there all manner of taboos as well as the biology of bonding that happens for women that prevents most women from living life as Samantha.
Got to tell you, red bags and shoes do not send that message that you claim to have created. So, perhaps best not to take red bag and shoes to coffee houses.
Julianne: Really, it wasn’t my fault. I started typing in another web page ans I wanted to go to–however Google was trying to be predictive and guess which site I was going to and it filled in the blanks and the next thing I know I was there.
Th friendship element of SATC was nice. And, yes, of course we can do museums when you come.
I have read RWS and I also read his book about his recovery from alcohol addiction,”Dry.” It was also good. But, this latest book was a whole different level of writing. It was hard to read but it was worth it.
I know what you mean about coffee houses attracting interesting folks. But, it did seem like a whole lot of crazy for one weekend.
I went to look at sheep and wool and yarn and beautiful handwoven fabrics. To do that I battled crowds, walked long distances in cool chilly winds, and had a great time.
A crazy lady saw me looking at something and started asking me many questions and telling me what I should do. She probably wasn’t crazy, but she was annoying. Once she latched on to me I had to escape the booth and come back later to get away from her. I must have the kind of face that invites this kind of thing.
I haven’t seen SATC yet. The idea that one needs a man for validation always bothered me about the show, although I will watch for the clothes.
I checked out that orange skirt this weekend — it’s fabulous! The fabric has some real body — it’s got a wonderful crisp weight, and I’m sure you’ll be wearing it for years. I can’t see myself managing the orange, but I’m tempted to go back and look at the black one with the matching jacket. I rarely have cause to wear a suit, but it’s such a smart combo . . .
What a lively post, B! (Do stay away from Ms. Has Sex, Gets Pregnant”.com, ok??) I had a really busy weekend. Friday night went out for amazing dinner with friends and my daughter. (Tradition we’re trying to establish to encourage community for my only child with no family in the city other than her father and me.) We got the chef table at this hopping Fr. bistro caled Tati. Amazing food. Very good company and the child was well-behaved. Sat. went to a wedding. Can’t say it was a well-planned event (it came together in 10 days) but it was a terrific party and very joyful.
I want to change Henry the dog’s name to “Pinkerton” now.
That is a funny story about the random happenings. That kills me, “17″ and “You are correct”….OKAY! Whatever that was about you were a braver soul than I to engage in their “random-ness”.
Glad to hear that the one ladie’s good news of pregnancy sans IVF did not produce tears for you. I think you must be healing emotionally from the trauma of it all…
((hugs)) to you, my friend.
My weekend was blah, consisted of staying home and going over it all, LOL! Thanks for asking.
You attract fascinating people! =)
As for me, let’s see… bowling of course.
Then I spent a lot of time online researching steampunk. Bought Halloween costumes and candy. Opened the candy. Ate the candy. Yum, candy.
And, oh yes, had the nightmare of epic proportions.
But I’m good now. Lot’s of real coffee and quality time with Chris help to cheer me up.
Mardel:Ooh, your weekend sounds lovely. I would love to shop for yarns(even though I cannot knit). Walking in cold chilly winds sound like heaven to me. The grass is always greener( it was in the 80′s here this weekend).
You and I must have the same kind of face.;-)
I gave up on Grey’s Anatomy for the same reason I was not a huge lover of SATC. I am just tired of the Princess waiting for her Prince story line. There are other stories to be told and I want to see some of those.;-)
Mater:You are soooo right!! I saw the black and the jacket with it and it really is lovely–looks much higher end than BR. I stopped and drooled when I saw it in black. With the right jewelry and shoes that outfit would not be amiss among the chicest of ladies who lunch or ladies who write literature or whatever it is that ladies in suits do.
I do love the weight and the body of the fabric and happily the skirt does good things to my body. I am thrilled with my orange skirt. Please tell if you end up getting it in black!:-)
K.line: Love your name for the website. Yes, I should stay and yet I have some strong masochistic impulses that I have to manage in order to stay away.
What a great idea to create rituals that build community for your daughter. French bistro. Mium! Mium!
I find that the love and the sentiment of the wedding are more important than a perfect wedding. Those who strive for the “perfect wedding” often seem to want the wedding more than the marriage. Have you ever seen that Bridezilla show? Really, weddings can make normal women turn cookooloo!!;-)
WendyB: LOL! I pulled that name out of distant memories of British movies. It is a good name. But, Henry is a great name.:-)
Tatting Chic: I wish I had video of my multiple choice quiz with the heavy focus on Charlton Heston. It was straight out of a David Lynch movie.
The guy didn’t seem dangerous and I have dealt with some crazy people so I know when to be scared. It was kind of funny.
I cannot believe that in just a week of finding her blog that she got pregnant. Lucky, her.And, lucky, me!;-)
Sorry your weekend was more blah than you would have liked. But, I bet there was some tatting?No?
Hugs to you.:-)
Kristen: Yes, I do. But, this weekend there was a whole different level of interesting. He-weasel thinks it is the red hair that attracts the crazy.
Other than the horrible nightmare it sounds like you had a nice weekend.
Real coffee makes everything better!:-)
My husband and I went to a new sportsbar that just opened near us and had pumpkin ale and pizza. That was on Saturday. We haven’t been out to eat since the Boeing strike started early September as we have been trying to be frugal since we are down to one income for now. It was nice to go out for a meal. I went to church Sunday and to Target for new kitchen rugs. I took a nap Sunday afternoon as I had an earache, I hoped it would be gone by this morning, but it’s not. We are temporarilty without medical coverage again due to same Boeing strike, so I am hoping and praying it goes away soon!
#1: see, the scar tissue is hardening and soon, you’ll want to run over children instead of having them.
#7: you changed your name to ‘George Bush,’ didn’t you. And don’t you know that there is a strong correlation between the mentally unstable and the rich? (oops, sorry for that bit of class warfare. You can have Heston’s gun when you pry it from his blah blah blah.
8: unkempt crafters of bad poesy also enjoy sherry. Good stuff!
Weekend? Work, write, watch Browns lose, wine. Ah! Too much W!
i love SATC movies and orange color pieces. one of my favorite now is a pair of tod’s orange ballerina.
Kelly: Pumpkin ale? Did you like it? I love pumpkin but I fear pumpkin drinks. I am so glad you were able to get out. You two have had a rough season. I am so hoping that the strike ends soon.
New rug sounds fun and earache does not. Hope you feel better soon!!xo
Randal: I fear it is just the drugs. But that is okay.
Sure, but the rich can afford drugs(see above, um but I am not rich). And, I wonder if Heston was buried with a gun. That would have been good.
Bad poesy, no! Good poesies as written by Randal and good sherry, yes!
Did you see W.? That is another W to add to your “w” list.
Savvy: I loved the clothes in SATC. I know that most chic-fashion forward gals love the SATC. Um, but I absolutely HEART orange tods. Pretty!!
1. Did 12 makeup applications at a wedding friday evening
2. Did 2 facials Saturday morning
3. Slept the remainder of Saturday
4. Watched Tim Gunn’s Guide to style on Sunday and did laundry.
LOVE the orange skirt.
Shar: Ooh, I would love to someday be the lucky recipient of a facial and a makeup application from you.
Sounds like part I of weekend required part II of rest and recovery. Balance is a good thing.:-)
Me too!! I love it. I will try to wait until after Halloween to wear it. I d don’t want anyone calling me the great pumpkin.;-)
I have always been a magnet for the slightly (or very) unhinged, and have had many many encounters like yours. I’ve been told I have a “non-judgmental look”. Perhaps you do too?
My weekend was spent visiting the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem (good) and walking around amongst hoards of people dressed as witches and hawking witchy paraphernalia (not so good).
Perhaps they were members of a psychology class testing you for your reactions?
My challenge has always been, no matter my age, what to do about annoying men who refuse to think that I want to eat by myself in a restaurant. There’s something about a woman dining alone that makes them want to send over wine, dessert, or worse, themselves!
ah – meeting mental ill people..my dear it’s just that you live in la.
Our weekend was lovely. On Samedi we drove to the department of the Lot and took our bikes and road about 30 miles, we road along the Lot river and the scenery was beautiful.
On Dimache I went to the marché in St. Antonin (my very favorite village) to pick up a wooden cutting block that I had made for me. I love to cook and needed a big block, so the man at the market made me one, it’s about 12×14 and just perfect and beautiful and it costs me 25 euros. I also picked up some beautiful leeks, tomatos and saucisson (sausage) as well as some cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. Then I studied my french outside and had a lovely dinner of roast chicken and lentils and bread and wine. It was grand!
Congrats for not crying. hugs!!!
Samos Sis,
It’s simply because you live in LA.
Love,
Corfu Cuz
deja pseu: 1) i would have thought any Starbucks would have espresso! and i know there are several italian cafe style places on 9th avenue. i wish i had known of your search. 2) yes, it is; and 3) what?
my weekend consisted of: (a) a delightful hour or two with deja pseu and her husband at the algonquin, followed by (b) several hours of drinking and chatting with Olivier of Things Parisians Like, a most intelligent and handsome young man (very young, alas!)then came (c) saturday spent food shopping, working on my grant report and watching Primeval and Doctor Who with the eating of chinese food and drinking of wine, then (d) sunday, lunch with my favorite aunt, followed by more grant writing, a Paris supper with wine and more Doctor Who.
pretty much an 8+ weekend.
Miss J went to din Friday night with her BFF Miss. A couple guys on the wait staff worked at the same place Miss J & Miss E did ages ago when they were struggling actresses/roomies. Star sightings: Michael Chiklis, Gene Simmons.
Sat morning- improv class, Sat evening- a party.
Sunday the Janeys went to see "Quarantine" and went for mani/pedis. It all was over too fast as always.
I heart:I must have that “non-judgmental look”. I might try sneering the next time I go out.;-)
The museum does sound fun. The witchy masses sound a little scary.
Starting with the Sherry (durr of course) it is a most delectable drink of such refinement, I love it. Spain and sherry tears my heart away from France and champagne, whilst Italy dances around me with its limoncella. Thankfully Greece has nothing to offer other than ouzo which I like but not enough to want. However I love Greek olive oil and honey over all others. Both are dark, intense and have a heavy flavour, it is the lack of subtelty I’m drawn to.
However there is nothing subtle about mentally ill peeps. You knwo the apporaches are random and you happened to get three in one day. There is no connection or hidden meaning in fact that could be your lot forever. It’s just when someone’s mind is fragement with mental illness they just are and so whatever they say seems to mean more than it does but it is just randomness and we are discontected from ti so try to seek meaning to make sense of it. And ther just ain’t. It would be nice to think something profound comes of mental illness but the havoc and the treatment destroys the well being of the individual.
You were just there and probably kind to them so they could speak but try not to look them in the eye, top tip!
As for rubbish writing – I do it all the time. i’ve just written somethign really pedestrian but sometimes it goes that way. Hey look a dull script/narrative made SATC a cinematic hit! I loved the film because like the TV it became a pagentry of clothes. I was all about the clothes…It did hit the sweet spot many years ago but now enough is enough!
So, over to the orange skirt and shoes – oh yes I want them too. Put them with bright pink or burgundy. Orange is just the tops and is a fab statement. I think women should recalim colours and make all sorts of statements.
As for children they are a blessing as well as a curse. Something we can never reconcile whether we have them or not. There is no easy answer to grief but time and a orange skirt to make you smile will help.
I just watched the Sex and the City movie last weekend…and seriously sobbed for two hours in my bed. My husband kept coming in and asking me if I was okay …okay, so maybe I had my period which makes me an emotional wreck but it also meant that I am not preggo again …secondly, his grandma died …but mostly, it was the lack of blastocyst that killed it
Whoa. Surreal! Did you have on your “I’m a sweet, approachable, lovely person who has compassion and sympathy for all” face on, perchance? Cuz that just attracts the crazy like nothing else. Practice that bitchface, LBR, practice, practice.
Any way to erase that other lady’s blog from your cache/mind? I know just how those things go, and fear it won’t be your last visit to her site …
Hugs for you!
Ms. Cavendish: If they were they were a class of fifty-something psychology students who were better actors than Sean Penn. But, I like that theory better than that I am a magnet for the unwell.
I tend to attract older men and babies. Really, babies stare at me and coo at me without any provocation on my part. Lucky me.;-)
OJL:Yeah, I forgot. But, I was in Palos Verdes and not downtown L.A.
Do you download all your France photos to Flickr? I must work on living more vicariously through your photos. Please take pictures of everything you cook.
A trip to pick up a custom made chopping block and marketing in France is so much better than the trip to Pavillions and Trader Joes I am putting off. Your dinner of roast chicken and lentils and bread and wine literally has me salivating. The words “Roast chicken” affect me the way the bells affect Pavlov’s dogs.
Thank you. I am proud of myself. And, other peoples pregnancies usually floor me. Thank God for Vitamin W.
Corfu Cuz: I am used to L.A. crazy—but this was beyond the usual L.A. wackadoos.;-)
xo
Samos Sis
Bonnie-Ann: Lucky ducky!! I love the Algonquin and I have yet to meet you or Deja Pseu—and I would love to meet both of you there for a drink. And, you met Olivier!!! I am envious of your blogger fun filled weekend.
When other people tell of eating Chinese food it always sounds sort of romantic and whimsical. When I eat Chinese food all I feel is sort of bad for all the calories and fat.
Your 8 weekend sounds like a 10 to me!;-)
Miss Janey:Sounds like a fun and busy weekend for Miss Janey. I am sooo looking forward to next weekend when I will meet Miss Janey!!! You are a celebrity to me.:-)
The only celeb I have seen since returning to L.A. is David Duchovny.
I meant to get a mani/pedi this weekend–but I ran out of time. Oh, and I meant to see W. but where did the time go.
Make do:I am so glad to be reintroduced to sherry. I might go on a bit of sherry kick. He-weasel and I fell in love with Port and for a while drank it almost exclusively. But, I do love France and champagne. And, I have not been to Italy so I have yet to fall for Limoncella. Like you, not a fan of ouzo. I do love Greek food and of course there is my Greek He-weasel.
I did make the mistake of looking them in the eyes. Yet, I just cannot bring myself not to do that.
I think everyone else around me averted their gaze. Hence my luck!
I do wish that my writing about art was filled with sex and shoes and Cosmos–alas it was just me droning on about the themes of death and immortality in the art work of Jeff Koons and Warhol. Dreadful!!!
I did love the clothes. I even loved that gynormous flower dress that Carrie wears in the film. Really fun!!
I am taking your advice. I am going to look for hot pink and burgundy tops. I am going to try it. What the heck? It is only colour. It isn’t anything permanent or crazy like a tattoo. What am I afraid of?
I know there are downsides to children. Sometimes I see women who look so tired and disheveled and I can see how draining their little darling can be. But, I also know how much love He-weasel and I had to give a child and ( yikes, tears snuck out) and it so hurts that we will never have that experience. It just isn’t fair. Sniff-sniff-sniff.
xo
Maegan: Oh, honey. I so know how you are feeling. I just dried my tears. I am not even close to done with the pain of this disappointment. It really hurts.
I know I said it before,but I am so sorry about your grandmother-in-law.
Huge hugs to you!
Oh I know – I really do understand and send big hugs!
PS my middle sister is a schizophrenic that’s why I know about the eyes!
Sal:I am afraid that I did have on the persona you describe.I have to work on the bitch face. Grr-grr-grr! How was that?
Sal, you so know me. I think about going back to her page very often. I am not sure why. Ugh. Where do I find an eraser for my mind?
Hugs right back to you. And, I am so happy your Rowena is okay.
Make do: I sensed from the depth of your comment that you had been touched by someone who has suffered a mental illness. I have to admit that I felt a impulse to overt my eyes—I just couldn’t seem to do it. It felt like I was in someway disrespecting the mens’ humanity.
Dear, Make do, I thank you so much for the hug. I needed it—and I needed the nudge to dare try the pink with the orange.
xo
How interesting, ma belle…. “accidentally” you went to that woman’s blog… When I was having troubles with MIA and ANA (bulimia and anorecxia) I also used to google it “accidentally” to see how I could do those things… Hmmmm wasn’t your mind thinking of it, darling????
But that’s a good thing you went there, because you need that confrontation to do a catharses.
About SAC, well I must be one of those renegated women that saw the movie and was expecting for something more…
As for your “meeting” with those mentally ill men and woman, you remind me a few years ago. I was absolutly scared and afraid of people like that. Since I’ve mother with Alzheimer’s in a caring house that also has other people with mental troubles I’ve a different aproach of their stories.
Just a little % are dangerous, most of them are just confused and lonely. The sociaty is the one that gives the stigma and puts them more apart.
Oh well, I guess I’m already doing some kind of work for the association we are creating….
Hmmm, sounds a wonderfull saturday evening
How great!!!!
Well my weekend was very “normal” and in the routine. Sunday afternoon was time to be with mother, you know….
Thank you for your lovely comment.
Did you see my post about islands of haze?
I would like to hear your honest opinion.
Take care my dear, lots of love
xoxo
Bonnie-ann, true but Starbucks seemed to be absent from every street I turned down. I mean, how hard should it be to find a freekin Starbucks?!? I finally found my heart’s desire at an Illy espresso stand in the Sony building.
Seeker: I know, I know. And, I fear it will not be my last accidental visit. She has pictures of her children’s school pictures. They are beautiful. Ugh, more crying. For someone who is bragging about not crying I am doing a of it today.
Oh, honey, I didn’t know. I am so sorry that is a burden you have had to endure. Huge-huge-huge hugs to you.
I wasn’t a huge fan of SATC before so I had no expectations–so I wasn’t really disappointed.
My grandmother had Alzheimer’s too and I think that is why I couldn’t just turn my head when these mentally ill people talked to me. My parent’s dismissed everything that my grandmother said. They were just too close. I was somehow able to listen to her stories that while not “true” were true for her. It was all terribly difficult.
We did have fun.And, I even managed to learn about Spanish wines.
Hope you enjoyed your “normal” weekend and your time with your mother.
I am off to see your post that I somehow missed.
Much love.
xoxo
Can i say congrats for you didn’t cry for the no. 1 story? =]
you made me laugh again for no. 7. lol.
i just stayed at home last Sat. and went to my parent’s house last Sun. and my dad, brother and I had 2 bottles of beer. worse, i got migraine. o_O
anyway, back to numerology/astrology. *grins* orange got something to do with your bdate no. 5? i browsed our conversation before (last May) to confirm that you got number 5 on your birthday. so there. orange is your lucky color since your ruling planet is Jupiter (Pisces) and your element is fire. Your strongest characteristics are energy , versatility, progressive thinking, freedom loving, quickness of thought.
1. I just finished reading ‘Tis (Frank McCourt). Sad and funny at the same time.
2. My weekend was spent cleaning up. Stomach flu abounds at my house.
3. My guilty TV pleasure is House, MD. He says all the sarcastic things I want to, but can’t.
“Forgot” to log on or blog all weekend. Feel hopelessly behind and outdated.
The only explanation re crazy men and woman is that you are a (gorgeous) weirdo magnet.
P.P.S. Went out right away and bought oranges and ate two in a row. Cold and juicy. Good on you that you bought the shoes.
Autumn:Thank you. But, since I wrote this I have cried. Hey, it is progress.
7 was odd at the time and funny in hindsight.
Hope the migraine wasn’t caused by your family or the beer. And, I hope you feel 100% better.
Thank you so much, dear Autumn, for the numerlogical reading. I think my number is in fact 2. That is if you are supposed to add the year in. Are you?
Amy:
1. I love Frank McCourt’s story and how he used to teach high school in a less than posh part of NYC before his big success with Angela’s Ashes.
2. Wow! Cleaning up stomach flu. You are a good woman and you so deserve a spa day as a reward for your care taking efforts.
3. I too like the snarkiness of House. Do you like the king of inappropriateness, Larry David on Curb Your Enthusiasm? I love to hate him.;-)
sometimes i would have days like this, and my man would tell me that it’s something about me that day that attracted them – he has a theory that they sense something in you. I don’t totally disagree. so i kind of think it’s a compliment!
oh, and pregnant by sex? argh. be damned, google!
Tessa:
1. So nice to see you three times!!:-) I am always happy to see you–no matter when.
2. I think you just described my pre-He-weasel dating years.;-)
3. Delighted that I inspired you to enjoy some delicous orangey goodness. The shoes are delicious. Cannot wait for them to arrive.
xo
Fashion Herald: I have been feeling frazzled and a bit cooka-loo of late. They might have smelled that.
I know, no IVF or anything, and she is pregnant again. Indeed, damn you Google!!!;-)
stayed home wish how wonderful it would have been if i was in Seoul without realising that I was missing out an a festival in Perth. argh. Dang.
1. Congratulations on not reacting to that woman’s pregnancy.
2. I think you cried wisely over the SATC movie.
3. Hooray, and hooray!
4. Now that I’ve read how you feel about art, I’ll offer myself as a museum-pal, because I love art and museums too.
5. Someday, you’ll have to cave and admit you live in L.A. I know it’s scary, but you can handle it.
6. I think I need to read that book.
7. I contend that you are an approachable person. That is all.
8. It sounds like wine was a nice addition to the evening.
This weekend, I did a, b, c, and a partial d.
#7. As someone who lived nearly half her life in San Diego and after one year in LA fled screaming back down south, I say, welcome (back) to the jungle.
It’s temporary. Everything is temporary.
Hilarious, though. Your sang froid in those situations is admirable! You’re such a cool customer! (And your tone when you describe life’s weirdness really reveals your voice. I know you’ll end up writing that novel!) Experiences like that are great novel material too! Truth stranger than fiction!
I love your crazies. Quality crazy! Also, I had difficulties with Augusten Burroughs memoir too but was glad perservered. Such a sad story though.
Fantastic non-crying Belette. You so have to delete any trace of the heart ripping blog though.
Interesting that you attract the mad person – my theory:
That the mad person can tell that you will actually speak to them rather than just ignoring their existance, as many will do – so they are attracted to you.
That the multiple choice madman just wanted to tell you that even though the questions are bizarre, no matter what your answer you are right and should not doubt yourself.
My random event for the weekend was to discover that our new neighbours, just moved in, one has the same birthday as me (which happens to be this saturday, should anyone wish to send presents), though I’m 6 years older (but you couldn’t tell as I don’t look my age – well I tell myself that anyway).
@ LBR:
About those random people, I think there are too many lonely, sad people around who just need someone to talk to. The woman probably was paid by the art gallery to do this ‘promo’.
On the weekend, I attended a baptism where in the handout and in the sermon, the Bishop asked his congregation to write to their MPs and oppose the passage of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology bill. I have known of religious lobbying but this is the first time I saw it in action. Left me speechless (which doesn’t happen often). On the way back to the Inn, where the dinner party was, some women told me they do not like the Church poking their noses in issues related to women’s rights. I think this is bloggable but I will pass for now.
Being seen as ‘normal’ is a matter of social consensus I think. After reading your ‘random people’ bit and after my weekend, I am not so sure who is who.
You must look approachable. Years ago when I lived in London I used to get asked for directions and other information all the time so I must have looked approachable then. I also used to get the very elderly chainsmokers coming to sit next to me on the buses (you were allowed to smoke upstairs in those days. The hacking coughs were more irritating than the smoke.)
Nowadays I find I get approached randomly much less – but now I have frown lines and probably look as if I am thinking evil thoughts. Try walking around with a scowl on your face and see if that helps!
Songy:Your weekend of wishing you were somewhere else sounds like where I am about Chicago and L.A. I hope we can both get home soon.:-)
ENC:1. Thank you.
2. I was also really bugged by Steve’s character cheating. I just don’t think he would have done that.
3. Orange you glad I got them.;-)
4. Ooh, I would love to do art museums with you!!!
5. I don’t think I am there yet.
6. He is an amazing author and it is extraordinary that he survived all he did.
7. Lucky me.
8. Love wine!
And to your multiple choice quiz, yes you are correct! A for you!;-)
Pamela:I know everything is temporary—but I would like L.A. to be no longer than a year. It would be okay if Paris permanent.
Thank you so much, Pamela! I do think I have a lot of experience in dealing with crazy—so I don’t really flinch when it walks up to me. And, as a would be writer, I do look at ever experience as material.
Jaywalker:I am sure if I spent some time in Venice, Ca my blog could just be about crazy interactions. I think I will not do that. But, it is good to know in case I need more material.
Speaking of material, Augusten Burroughs. OMG! It ripped my heart out. The part about him making a father out of pillows and his father clothes. Heart wrenching.
I woke today wanting to go to her blog. It seems I haven’t cried enough.
Imogen: You are good! I like your theory.I know I have written this in response to other comments, but I do feel an obligation to acknowledge someone who speaks to me( as long as they aren’t dangerous). I am so stuck by how people ignore each other and just walk by each other without even acknowledging the other’s existence. It really bothers me. Even animals stop to smell each other( I am not suggesting that we do that).
I did notice myself admiring myself( and I don’t mean that in a hubristic or inflated way)for daring to answer the questions when everyone else was avoiding him.
Happy Birthday, Imogen!! I wish we could meet to celebrate.
Shefaly:I totally agree. It must be so hard to have everyone you try to talk to be afraid of you. It really is sad. But, I don’t think the lady was a paid spokes person for the gallery. It was just too random and off the cuff and she was a bit disheveled.
I had the same think happen to me at a First Communion I attended for my friend’s kids. The Priest went on an anti-abortion tirade and told the congregation to write their senators. He was raging. I was shocked. He had to know that at least a 1/4 of the people in the church were visitors and on-Catholics and it was not the day for his rage and politics. Just like when you have guests over to your home you don’t go on a political rage and yell at them. Bad!
No, I don’t believe in normal as an absolute. But, there are shades of insanity that are well outside the range.
CA:I was told by people in High School that I looked bitchy and unapproachable ( I was shy). Since high school I think I have overcompensated by being very smiley and friendly. I like being that way and in that I felt very home in Texas.
Like you, at different times I seem to move from approachable to totally unapproachable—sometimes within the same day.
LOL @ you thinking evil thoughts. I would try scowling but I have had Botox so it is a little difficult.;-)
Upscale shopping center…mental hospital.
Po-TAY-to…po-TAH-to.
;^)
Anna
The skirt is fabulous–I will have to hear your final verdict on the shoes. For some reason I haven’t made the leap to brightly colored footwear.
Loving your description of the delicious tapas–I could live off it. Why am I in El Paso and not in Spain??
Anne: Yes, the upscale community I was in is very keen on gates. Point well made.;-)
go ahead girl–rub it in
While I was eating cheaply frosted Halloween cookies you were nibbling on delicious olives and drinking delicious spanish wine.
UGH. so jealous!!
Jen: Wine and cheaply frosted Halloween cookies can be good.;-)