I Spammed Myself

Yesterday I received an email from one of my old email accounts.
Apparently, from me to me.
It was the white rabbit spam email.
Through whatever connections those stupid programs use, I spammed myself.


Every few days there is a new addition to the collection surrounding the litter box.
At last count there was a screwdriver (phillips), a small broom, his wand toy with the yellow fuzz and a bell, a wooden dowel about 2 feet long and 2 inches in diameter and long-armed pruners/cutters.
Is he planning on cleaning after I go to bed but then gets tired and decides to watch Letterman? Good intentions�
Is he planning an escape by unscrewing the doors from their hinges to go and do some pruning in the backyard?
And the wooden dowel……..?


I live with two hairy males.
Their hair gets everywhere including the bed and behind the couch.
One of them is more than 6 feet tall with dark hair and blue eyes.
The other is maybe a foot and a half long with green eyes and stripes.
And I love them both and wouldn�t trade them for less hairy types.

This from the female that used to cry when there was a single hair on the soap.


I’m dating my children.
I see them socially about 2 times a month.
We see a movie and go to dinner.
I have them in by 10pm.
And then I go home.
Without them.

Interview with Andy Behrman

Read my interview with Andy Behrman, author of Electroboy: A Memoir of Mania, published by Random House. Electroboy is the chronicle of Behrman’s battle with manic depression and electroshock therapy. It is published in six other languages and is currently being made into a major motion picture with Tobey Maguire. Behrman is a mental health advocate and a spokesman for Bristol-Myers Squibb. He maintains a website here: www.electroboy.com/

Thanx, Andy!


This week is finally over. *phew*

I spent the entire week and the end of last week training Andra to take over for me at GTI. It’s hard work, training. I was exhasted every night.

This week starts new things for me. More time for painting and shooting. Freelancing. I’m nervous but feeling happy.

More later.


I didn’t get my taxes done on time. I did, however, squeak in an extension barely under the wire. I’ve been complaining to myself for weeks on how hard it is to do my taxes when I have both 1099s and W2s and why me etc. etc.

And then I read this from Denise which makes me hang my head in shame. Oh, yes. In shame.

The Photo Shoot

Everything in the Marriott’s restaurant Arterra bespoke ‘Excellence.’

The chef and the editor had been waiting. The first food plate was finally created to perfection and waiting for its close-up on the small white-clothed table, expertly decorated in front of the 10-foot tall gilded mirror which reflected the entire decadent room.

The photographer, arriving slightly late, hurried to make amends with perfect shooting. She lined up the shot, checked the lighting and cleared people out of the room that would be in the mirror’s reflection. After adjusting the wineglasses and cleaning off some smudges on the glassware, the shot was perfect.

She moved in slightly to get a better angle…

and tripped over the chair rung. Her elbow came down hard on the table and slid up towards the perfect plate, which in turn mashed the wineglass against the mirror. Red wine and Quail eggs went everywhere.

My jacket needs to go to the dry cleaners.

President Bush

has ruined my whole week.

Fox had to postpone its regular edition of “American Idol” by one night. Tuesday’s regularly scheduled edition of “Idol” will run at 8 p.m. Wednesday, while the live results show moves to 8 p.m. Thursday, where it will compete against CBS’ “Survivor: All-Stars.”

Vote Kerry.

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