How much longer are you supposed to be there?

Who has a hangover?

Not I, said the cat. (Name that book!) I had some champagne sparkling wine at midnight, which, despite the fact that *I* bought it and carefully read the description, was WAY too sweet for me. (Nowhere on the label did it say "asti," "sec," "demi-sec," or "extra dry." Although it also didn't say "brut," either.)

We're half-heartedly cleaning/organizing, and I'm contemplating putting on a second pair of socks.

I tivoed the Rose Bowl parade

My boss's daughter is in one of the high school marching bands in the parade -- Lakota West High School. Understandably, my boss is bursting with pride.

I never thought I'd say this, but I sort of miss the abundance of attractive people SoCal offers the eyes.

I notice that when I visit too. Trust me on this, Florida sun is no easier on the skin than ice and cold.

I'm sorry the visit is crazy making. Is there any way to escape by going on an errand, or escape into a book?

Yeah, SoCal is the only place I've run into a tree on the sidewalk because I was too busy ogling a barechested jogger. Florida and other beach-y places have pretty people on display too, but it's in locales where you're expecting to see them.

I need to go get a rental car. I usually can use my mom's car, but it's totally dead.

It's just, I forgot some of the horrid racist, sexist, and homophobic shit that comes out of some of my family member's mouths. And my nephew is starting to parrot it.

It's both heartbreaking and enraging. They're retarding his little brain with it.

And there's InAGaddaDaVida turned all the way to eleven with no place to go. I stood in the garage for a little while, and I feel a bit better.

Also? DONT THEY REALIZE I CAN PUT THIS ALL IN THE NEXT BOOK?

Whatevs. I'm here until the 12th.

It's just, I forgot some of the horrid racist, sexist, and homophobic shit that comes out of some of my family member's mouths.

I went on a bit of a tirade earlier over a forwarded email of this variety. Of course the link to Snopes indicating it was false was sent along with my tirade. Short version, if the email claims negative racist, sexist, homophobic shit about the person or attributes vileness as a quote of the person about 10 times out of 10 it is false.

This is only going to get worse as the election gets closer. I ain't gonna take it anymore! No more deleting. Until they stop forwarding this crap I am going to yell at them every time. People don't even read them, just forward away.

Damn, Allyson, I'm sorry. Suddenly thinking having lunch out as a New Year's highlight is not the worst, although still a bit boring. I did have ravioli like they make in Cyprus, though. It was good.

I hope 2008 is the year you get relief.

Still in the ER, should be out soon with some more anti-emetics. Got a nice doc this time.

I have managed to sort some of my advanced directive stuff, though, even in principle.

I'm having a better day than Allyson, sadly, which sucks. Sorry to hear it. Families and holidays are such a good idea. Too often flawed in their implementations. I hope the emotions subside and you get back to why you were so eager to go home in the first place. Because you were, and it was a delight to see.

I am so terribly sad to see that they're feeding your nephew's brain. So sorry.

I had some champagne sparkling wine at midnight, which, despite the fact that *I* bought it and carefully read the description, was WAY too sweet for me. (Nowhere on the label did it say "asti," "sec," "demi-sec," or "extra dry." Although it also didn't say "brut," either.)

Tep, my sistah! I was looking for the nummy sparkling Reisling I had a couple of years ago, and the guy at the wine store said they didn't have any Reisling but pointed me towards this other German sparkler that he said would be similar, and...it wasn't. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't at ALL to my taste - way too sweet and buttery. All the wrong kind of Reislingy flavors. I like my sparkling wines to be sparkly.

We had people over for brunch and I made these baked eggs and we drank pomegranate mimosas made with an Italian sparkling red. So pretty.

Oh, and I discovered that a bottle brush is that perfect tool for cleaning champagne flutes I've been missing all these years. I should have had a baby ages ago.

Allyson, I'm very sorry to hear that about your nephew. That type of close minded bigoted parroting is what happened to my now 18 year old niece and it just breaks my heart to think about it.