Amazing shrinking ita! Apparently just for you though.

Thanks Lori! I have such wonderful memories of the trip to Joshua Tree for my 50th. I've been trying to come up with an adventure plan for the 60th. Right now the 7 day Colorado River trip is at the top of possibilities. There is still time to get in shape for it.

I was just in that same campsite this past weekend, and amazed people with tales of the rapids we had flowing through the site!

Yay Eagle Rock!

i'm all checked in for my flight after a three hour drive to Milwaukee (but hey, passed the Harley Davidson factory).

This weekend includes a spa date with a friend, celebrating her 40th birthday and brunch at the Cheesecake factory on Sunday.

Went to hard, hot yoga this evening and now am sitting on couch trying to figure out if I should take a shower and go see friend's band. Or stay stinky and go to bed early. Am feeling a little bit like i'm getting a cold but am also feeling pretty energetic from the yoga.

Saturday is spin class, maybe more yoga at 4, drinks w/ friend who is moving to Cairo.

Sunday is bike ride if it's warm enough, walk/run if it is not. then I really, really want to see one of the Oscar noms that I've missed. Maybe There Will Be Blood . Then dinner with bandmate moving to NYC on Monday. Then maybe Oscar party at a bar.

I just bought a variety of cupcakes for GF's b-day from Leda's [link] and do they ever look good! I got red velvet, carrot, chocolate chocolate chocolate, and dulce de leche. YUM!

I have recently become addicted to the website in which people spend weeks/months fucking with online scammers.

[link]

It's sort of like fandom wank, only more trainwrecky.

Washcloths crack the baby up.

How's this for some bullshit? Peapod:

We're sorry; our policies prohibit the delivery of products from our Wine & Spirits department on Sundays between 06:00 AM and 02:00 PM.

And naturally, all the other delivery times are sold out this weekend. Which, anyway, I'm half tempted to cancel the order on general principle.

OMG there is some kind of really loud machine doing god-knows-what-down the hall, and it stinks. This has been a spectacularly unproductive day (except for a nice lunch with consuela), which is to say, time to go home early to get away from the smell and noise.

Time to go home and get caught up on Jericho!

Comment in Cary Tennis' column on Salon:

I've noticed this: The guys who are afraid and nervous, it's about their dads. And the guys who are dramatic and needy, it's about their moms.

Is this general knowledge? Conventional Wisdom?

Obviously a generalization but does it ring true or run counter to personal experience?