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SO FAR THIS SATURDAY . . . . . .

I got up at 6:30 am
I drove to Santa Monica
I stepped over two sleeping homeless people in the stairwell of the parking garage
I met up with Tall Daugter at the senior center
I ran FOUR FLIPPIN' MILES along the beach (whew)
I consumed a small coffee in less than three minutes
I heard "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" on the radio driving home
I ate my leftover pasta
I read the LA Times
I fed the cats
I checked my e-mail

I am now going back to bed.

 
Celebrity sighting of the day: Shabby Chic's RACHEL ASHWELL at the Heat Boutique here in the Palisades. She's just swell in my book.

 
SWEET DREAMS

Once upon a time, when Timmy and Jazz were tiny tots, I bought a very special, cushy kitty bed for them to nestle into. They both took one look at it, and determined it to be offensive. I even tried to teach them to appreciate the nice, cushy, expensive kitty bed. I would set them down, ever so gently onto the bed, and they would jump out as if their paws were on fire.

As I type this post, Timmy is asleep on the cold kitchen floor, and Jazz is in his usual spot, inside the Rubbermaid mop bucket in the laundry room.

Wonders never cease.

 
Our cozy home has four and a half rooms (not counting the bathroom and The Guitar God's outside studio). We have computers in three of the four and a half rooms. No matter which computer I am using at any given time, Jazz insists upon laying across the keyboard. And snoring/snorting and getting Persian cat fuzz all over everything.

Good thing I just got two feather dusters. Had to hide them from Mr. B though. Last time we had a feather duster, he drowned it in the bathroom sink, and then tried to chew the feathers. Talk about a coughing attack. He deserved it I think. Still, we'll hide those dusters well, hoping that Beebs doesn't decide to turn on his sonar, and zero in on the exact thing that you don't want him to find. Noodlehead.

 
Do all cats whistle LOUDLY through their tiny nostrils when they sleep, or is it just my two snoring sweeties? Oh, maybe it's because they are males.

 
Star Sighting of the Day:

Matthew Perry at Cafe Vida with unidentified brunette. He has a double chin. Umm hmm.

 
ROOSTER FOR RENT

Mr. B is nuts. Last night he went to sleep at midnight and awoke at 2:00 a.m. Never to return to sleep. I must have nodded off around 6:45, because I woke up to the distant sound of Mr. B cackling and whooping it up. I searched from room to room, the backyard, the front yard. I could hear him, but I couldn't find him.

Finally I located the noodle-head. On the top of the roof, making all kinds of noise and he wouldn't come down. Gave the neighbors something to talk about at work today, I'm sure.

 
SATURDAY NIGHT

Many moons ago, a friend of mine was down on his luck, so I helped him out by giving him a place to live for six months. He repaid me by helping out with the boys and by acting as my personal chef (yummers). My friend, who I call The Cosmic Chef, had a friend in Chicago who called my house once or twice a week to chat with him. When The Cosmic Chef was out, she and I would chat, and before long, we became good friends as well.

Well, for the last six years, The Divine Ms. M from Chicago and I have spoken once or twice a week, pouring our hearts out to one another and sharing our lives. But we had never met in person. That is, UNTIL LAST NIGHT.

Ms. M was in LA to attend a family shindig in honor of her 80 yr. old auntie, so we hooked up. What a hoot! It's quite a weird experience to know someone intimately by their story and their voice, then see them in person. Divine Ms. M's voice came out of a woman that took me awhile to really get used to. And she couldn't get over me either. We would just stare at each other and then start laughing.

After the initial shock of one another's physical presentation, we settled into a great two hour conversation. I love my friend, The Divine Ms. M.

The Cosmic Chef called from NYC today, and I filled him in on the news. He gasped, he said "Oh My God" about 20 times, and then couldn't stop giggling.

What a wonderful world.