Aww, and remember when we were all, should we write letters to Holli's parents explaining how we're only occasionally axe murderers and she should be allowed to come play with us? And now she's all growed up.

I am really enjoying Dirty Sexy Money, even though missing some eps this month clearly meant I missed a good deal. It's such a great, complex relationship show.

Build pictures. We're making progress!

Keith Olbermann(who likes baseball, as well as carrots) gave Robertson Worst Person bronze for the yoga comments.(It was a crowded WP day...Orally, McCain, and the "reverend" bringing the stupid all in one day. Sometimes I think KO is that rare American who fricking loves his job.)Hi, L.R, pardon my sportscaster Mentionitis. I've got a crush, so it's embarrassing how often I post "Keith Olbermann says..." but at least it's not like "David Simon says..." because that always makes me think "Reach for the sky, braindead."
"You didn't say David Simon says."

Liese, I'm watching Dirty Sexy Money RIGHT NOW AIFG. Seriously.

But I want to know what kind of heartless diety permits a world where, on wednesday nights at ten, I have to decide between Peter Krause and Damien Lewis.

Well, one season I had to choose between Andre Braugher and Hugh Laurie. So, I'm guessing that kind.

OK, awesomest quote on a TV show EVAH.

Come on, this is what church is FOR... Draging the ruined past through the messy present into the perfect future and ruining it. Together.

Life is brutal, erika.

Welcome, L.R.! And what everyone else said about "aww, Holli's all grown up now!" with a side of "Dear god, that must mean I'm OLD now!"

I am desperately fighting off a cold. If it will just stay away until, say, Monday night? And then be gone again by Friday? That would be accetable. (Better if it retreat in defeat, but...). But I have PLANS on Saturday (not to mention a five hour plane ride) that would be rather derailed by hacking up a lung. Damn you, body!

I spent the evening at the home of a leather daddy and his butch wife, doing DIY leatherwork. We ended up making me red leather pasties for when I am Ms. Santa for their group. What on earth has my life become, I ask you?

What on earth has my life become, I ask you?

Really. Freaking. Awesome.

Oy. I was once again, out of my house before the sun rose. The third time this week. This morning for blood tests before work. I can't wait until I've been at this job long enough to start slacking and making my Doctor's appts in the middle of the work day.

Sue, that's nuts.

Also nuts is my coworker who left midday yesterday puking, and sent me a message this morning saying she was up sick all night but might try to come in. Because she HAS been at this job long enough to take a freaking sick day!