We choose to go to the moon...

Sally always seems to know when I need her most as evidenced by the way she's currently sprawled across my lap. *loves*

Today, months after seeing the movie in theaters, I finally saw the ending of the Sex and the City movie. The video cut out when we saw it in the theaters so I heard the end but didn't get to see it. I love this movie even more when I can see the ending. Oh, Carrie. You're the best.

There have been a number of posts on my friends lists about women we love and one person I haven't seen anywhere is Jennifer Aniston. She has such a likable quality. Even when she's wearing next to nothing the first thing you're drawn to is her face.



( Wonderful photos from her GQ photo shoot )

There's a lot going on at work tomorrow so I plan to try to get into bed with my book by 9am and get into the office by 7:30am. We'll see how that goes.

Sally threw up 6 or 7 times this morning and now she's sitting in my closet crying. I made a 9am emergency vet appointment for her but that seems like such a long way away when she's whimpering and crying. I'm in tears with worry.

ETA: We're home from the vet and she's going to be fine!

It turns out this week's House was a repeat but I did watch last Friday's two hour premiere of "Sanctuary." There were a lot of things I didn't like about the show but the worst, by far, was Amanda Tapping's accent. It was TERRIBLE. She was in and out of the accent the entire time and, when she was "in," it wasn't the slightest bit convincing. Bad choice. Bad, bad choice.

( More on Sanctuary )

I was very, very lazy today. I intended to spend most of the day reading Endymion but, instead, slept from 1:30pm until 4pm. (kiffle - Are you proud? :) )

I came across a few interesting links today, though:

Can the 'inner grown-ups' save us from disaster? - A Yom Kippur article that looks to Bill Adama as the kind of leader we need.

From kaelie: Make-Believe Maverick: A closer look at the life and career of John McCain reveals a disturbing record of recklessness and dishonesty. It's a scary look at a man who could become our president.

From subluxate: TripAdvisor is giving away a million dollars to charity. You can vote once for how the money is distributed. All five causes get a share; the votes just determine the amounts.

Last thought for today until I come back later to ramble about CSI and SPN: Sally was just as lazy today as I was (but cuter about it).



( Here are a few more from last week )

Of anything I've ever linked in my journal, the most hotlinked upload is this set of Tricia Helfer Playboy scans. In fact, they're so widely hotlinked that the scans use more bandwidth than anything else I post including zip files of scans, etc. that are significantly larger. Most recently, it was someone over at the classy site http://very.sexybegin.com who linked one of my photos on their home page. Now, however, instead of seeing the lovely Helfer's image for their "Canada babecollection," they get a big ol' image of file not found. Fuckers. I get tremendous pleasure making those photos disappear. And, to be clear, I don't care if people save the images and upload themselves across the entirety of the interweb. Just back off my bandwidth.

My weekend in NY was fabulous. I spent Friday in Brooklyn with a high school friend and then Kiffle & Co. entertained me with Stargate and pasta and WINE and the bar that time forgot. We watched "Unending" and I'm corny as hell but I teared up at the end. I just met Daniel a year ago. I'm not ready to say goodbye so soon.

Saturday night was a friend's engagement party on a boat that sailed from the north shore of Long Island to the Statue of Liberty. The view was gorgeous. (Click for a larger image.) I drank and danced and drank all night and, eventually, passed out in my clothes on a bed in a guest room at my mother's house. She's proud to have raised such a classy girl.



While I'm at it, here's one of Sally in her daytime spot. Again, click for a larger image.



Tonight J came over for a homemade dinner. I don't actually do more than prepare food but I made whole wheat linguine with meat-free bratwurst and mushroom & pepper sauce. I thought it was pretty good and he didn't keel over so there's that.

Looooong day at work tomorrow and then I head to Philadelphia on Wednesday morning for a work conference. I'm looking forward to it, though. It's bound to be productive and teeming with people I only see a few times a year.

ETA: I feel so voyeuristic reading all of Hewlett's twitter texts as he laments the trials and tribulations of the A Dog's Breakfast release on Amazon. (Which is to say, I love it.)

Sally says, "meow and thank you for the star and rosette! Maybe someday our moms will let us meet!"

Mitch Albom was in our office this week to talk about his new book, For One More Day. It's not a book I plan to read but the concept really got me - just one more day with a parent who died. Just one more day. It wouldn't be enough, not nearly enough, but I've spent far too long wishing for just one more day. Especially now, as an adult.

(That sounds much more depressing than I intend it. After 23 years of wanting that day, I'm nothing if not pragmatic.)

In excellent news, my mother was cleared to visit me Columbus Day weekend. Her white counts have been low so there was concern about her traveling but the doctor cleared her! I can't wait. It's been a year and a half since my mother's come to visit me. In October '05 she was waylaid by Hurricane Wilma and, in January '06, she was beginning all of this nonsense so the visit is a long time coming. Plus, my mom has never, ever been to Michigan. I'm helping her expand her horizons!

Yesterday, as I pulled out of my driveway to go to work, Sally was sitting in the window watching me. When I came home late last night, she was sitting in the same spot. She's so consistent and wonderful. She kills bugs and snuggles with me and is the sweetest little bundle of fur ever.

Oh! So, I'm finally settling into my house and, with that, comes awareness of the bumps in the night. Yesterday morning I woke up to a weird, high pitched whining noise. Rather than assume it was wind as, perhaps, as NORMAL person would do, I was convinced a crazy, injured gun wielding killer was in my living room. I'm not kidding when I say I worked myself into a frenzy. But, 24 hours later in the light of day, I'm pretty convinced it was the wind. Please tell me I'm not the only one thrown by the bumps in the night.

I'm at the airport about to head up to Ann Arbor for a weekend of house hunting with my sister. In hindsight, I probably should have waited a week and taken this last weekend in Florida to get shit done but this was the only weekend my sister could go and I certainly want a second opinion. I'm far too impulsive to go house hunting with only a REALTOR (tm kare) for support and advice. I'm hopeful, though! I'd love to return to FL on Sunday night with an offer in on a home. (Even better would be an offer that's accepted.)

I have significant anxiety about traveling with Sally next week - the poor little girl gets fairly hysterical on simple car rides to the vet - so I spoke to the TSA about their screening process. I'm sure taking her out of her carrier to walk through security would result in bad, bad things but they say I can take her into a private screening room where, though I'll have to take her out of the carrier, it's an enclosed space where she can't run like the wind. (I also have a vet appointment scheduled for Tuesday where I'll get a kitty sedative in addition to her interstate health certificate.)

Yesterday was a gem of a day. I took off at noon and went to the Yankees/Twins spring training game with my boss and one of his friends. The stadium is tiny and fabulous and we were fifteen rows up which gave me a perfect view of my favorite men in pinstripes. We had perfect weather and there was beer and popcorn and I want to do it again next week. Yankees baseball is the best. This morning I met a friend for a walk on the beach and brunch. She brought another friend along who's interested in golf so we're making plans to take lessons together. Maybe next spring I'll actually be able to accept Client B's invitation to their charity golf tournament.

I still follow Sally around with a camera but it's been a while since I posted photos. Still the cutest!



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