Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Why didn't I think of this?

Baby toupees. Awesome. Check out the gallery of babies in wigs. I think "The Donald" is my favorite:


Monday, August 25, 2008

All I can say is....

Thank God for all of the following this week:

US Open Tennis (I am going on Tuesday!)


Democratic National Convention (Speeches! More Speeches!)


Red Sox vs. Yankees (Awwww. Yeah.)


If not for these things, I would be in SERIOUS Olympics withdrawal.

Now what am I going to watch at 3am when I can't sleep?

Monday, August 18, 2008

To My Evil tooth...


Dear Evil Tooth,

Let's talk. Where do you think you get off? Do you think it's cool being a rebel? To be a bad-ass? Well, let me tell you. You are not cool. Sure, I forgave you when you became my first and only cavity. If fact, I cared for you as best as I could and had you filled by good doctors in Holland who I couldn't understand. I did this for you. I rode all the way to Zuid-Oost Amsterdam on my bike to have you filled, and this is how you repay me.

And I cared for you again when you demanded your first root canal. I know. It was a cry for attention, like a starlet getting out of a limo with no panties. It was painful both physically and financially, but again I forgave you insolence. And we moved on.

When you flared up again with your rebel ways and demanded a second root canal, I came close to the line. Do you know I almost had you removed? I said, "Get the hell out of my mouth!" But lucky for you the good doctors convinced me that your friends, the happy good teeth that surround you, depend on you to stay straight. Even when you provide such a bad example. So I LET YOU STAY.

But now, you go too far. TOO FAR, Evil Tooth. Threatening me with a THIRD root canal is just too much. Listen carefully: I will pull you. As God and the blogosphere as my witnesses, I WILL PULL YOU. So shape up and start obeying the 4-days worth of antibiotics knocking on your door. Listen to the Vicodin coursing through your canals and quiet yourself down and relieve me of the constant pain. Do it, and do it now.

Don't make me pull you. Let's be friends again. .

Love and Peace & Antibiotics and Vicodin,

Terra

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Interravision Wordle

A little of this, a little of that

It has been a funny time lately. Things have been busier than usual as I have had actual social commitments! *Gasp! Shocking, right?

My sister and her hubs were kind enough to trek down to NYC for a Saturday night to take Damir and I out for a celebratory dinner. It was fantastic! We started with drinks in Bryant park and then up to the Upper East Side for dinner at a cute spot called Vespa. Full and tipsy, we took a long walk back towards Midtown to grab a nightcap at St. Andrews Pub and then called it a night. Damir and I actually ended up staying in the city as well at a sweet little historic hotel (an engagement gift from my company as it turned out), which was a rare and lovely pleasure. The following morning we grabbed some coffee and breakfast sandwiches and had a mini-picnic in Central Park. All too soon they had to get back in the car and head back to Boston... but it meant so much to me that they came. Really.


And then I was invited to a bridal shower! Damir's cousin is getting married this September and I was kindly invited to his bride's shower, though I didn't know anyone other than the bride and the groom's sister-in-law who I see quite often, out of the 30 or so present ladies. Can you believe this: it was the first bridal shower I ever went to. No joke!

I am not certain about the whole bridal show plus bachlorette concept. Which for me is probably a good thing since all my gal pals are now so dispersed, I doubt I could get more than 5 close friends into a room at the same time. That's sad. But maybe not THAT sad since I don't think I am the shower-type. I'd rather do what my sister did: have a big gal-only party with lots of good wine and fruity cocktails.

I suppose if you have attended dozens of showers, when it comes time to yours you might feel entitled. I don't mean any disrespect to the ladies who love showers. And it isn't that I had a bad time last Saturday; it was nice to meet new people and everyone was very friendly. It just isn't for me to be the center of attention opening up present after present while others sit in a circle around me and watched for my reactions; it would make me uncomfortable.

I'd rather open the loot in private.