Ugh

Ugh is the word of 2009. And maybe even the word of the decade; the latter part of course, but, ugh, at least of the last 3 years. ugh. Not to be confused with uggs. For 2010, how about dude?

See www.urbandictionary.com:

ugh = used to describe disgust or boredom
as in: Ugh im so over all this bullshit or Ugh go away

Starbucks and The Devil's Tools

As soon as you order your tall latte at Starbucks and get in line to wait for your drink, you have to whip out your iPhone and make a call, or at least text furiously, or change your Facebook status. Because if you don't, valuable minutes of your life are lost doing NOTHING and we can't have that. We also cannot have you looking IDLE to OTHERS, which will lead them to assume you are a TOTAL LOSER.

Snuggie vs. Dreamie

The Snuggie has competition. From the Dreamie. But the Dreamie is just a sheet, while the Snuggie is a lifestyle! It had it's own fashion show in NY and has a cult following. Boohoo, Dreamie. You suck!

Spring/Summer 2009

This list is so passé:

Birkenstock
Beer
Hats
Being 40
Irony
Feeding toddlers seaweed
Coconut Juice
90s Blazers
Keeping Chickens

Except for the blazers. They're sticking around. See side bar.

Masochistic Mama

I love it when Milan bosses me around. No, mama. Sit down. Get up. Make Pfannkuchen. Move away. Nooooo!!!

I'm Toast

On a lighter note, Abe found a piece of cheese sweating on the couch this morning. When I couldn't sleep last night and considered bribing the demons of lunacy with an offering of Monterey Jack, a better part inside of me decided against it. And I put the slice of cheese on the couch.

On an even lighter note, I crashed parts of the most important pages on my work's website this morning. If I wasn't me, I'd be so toast.

Lunar Musings

Alas, my first entry of the new decade is not brilliant. I spent the day in a parallel universe, observing my life from a distance and holding on tight to the rope of my sanity. Must be the blue moon. Yesterday, as I traipsed through Descanso Gardens in agony, I reminded myself: this is good. This is my life. Here I am with my gorgeous child, surrounded by camellias wet with rain, columns of sunlit mist rising from the humid earth. Yet it felt false. Today, I felt an emptiness that started at my chin and expanded down toward my lungs and heart. A vacuum of detachment. I've been waiting so long for now to happen. And now that it's here, I have to remind myself that I am really alive, that this is really me and not some android going through the motions. Ah, the moon, Salome. It looks like a dead woman.