Just an idea

Ga-ga-goo-goo. My sister and I thought of it last year. As she fed my nephew creamy sweet potatoes we realized it’s low-cal and gotta be healthy, plus there’s chocolate pudding for dessert.

Now the famous and skinny are all over it. Let’s hope stores in LA are well stocked.

To see the family for 5 days. And eat. Then feel guilty and go for long walks. Perhaps I should be walking to Austin instead of flying, that sure would burn lots of calories.

A friend of a friend rescued this cute young thing and now he needs a new home.

This little male, neutered, vaccinated and micro-chipped chihuahua is young and friendly. And how sweet is that face! He was found roaming the streets, kept a week while notices were posted, taken to the pound when no-one claimed him and now has been brought back home because he was up for you know what tomorrow.

His foster parent already has six other animals and would like to find him a new home of his own.

If only I had a yard…can just see it now, the minute I buy a place I’ll become the animal rescuer with a dozen rescued dogs.

If any of you are in the mood to save a life, comment here or email me from my “about me” page and I will put you in touch with the foster family.

There’s a guy I work with who’s often seen coming and going with magazine in hand. It’s just creepy cause now we all know exactly what that means.

It’s not a library in there people!

Never seen the show but after all the gossip, I’ve heard more than I ever wanted to about their crappy marriage. Let’s hope some of their cash goes for therapy for those poor kids.

And now for some common sense advice:

Kate…Let him go, you’ve turned into a witch. You both seem miserable. And you need to spend time on that hair, girl. You’ll need a better look so you can find a new guy to help w/ your litter. Preferably one that’s not already married to someone else.

Jon….When apologizing to your family on national tv, at least pretend to give a shit.

There’s lots of talk lately about women leaving their man for another woman. And ouch, that’s gotta hurt losing your partner to the other team. Or maybe it’s easier to take. Knowing you weren’t left for someone similar-only-hotter, but replaced by someone you couldn’t even compete with. Maybe?

If the love of your life leaves, would you rather it be for a man or a woman?

J.C. I know you’d prefer your husband be dead than gone, so you don’t get to answer.

So now that I’m a bit past that, I must be ancient.

But I used to think I just dont want to live beyond 50. I imagined driving off a cliff to avoid being really old. Anything would be better than aging.

Of course I also used to wear jordache jeans and listen to Bad Company.

My, how times have changed. And maybe it’s just me, but I swear all of the hottest women are in their forties. Or maybe I just choose to see it that way. We’re living longer, we’re staying healthier. We’re cuter than most regular strippers. Then see “The Wrestler” and check out Marisa Tomei naked a lot. She’s 44 and um, her body is hot. Just 1 more reason to get a job dancing around a pole.

That evil 7 pounds was hovering, just waiting to jump back on. A few santa cookies and party drinks was all it took. Well ok, there was the ever so brief vacation from exercise I allowed myself. I just wanted a real holiday break. From going without and running five nites a week. Now I’m just one more fatty, trying to ditch the pecan pie pounds.

Whether it’s 7 pounds or 70, almost everyone I know struggles with keeping weight off. And it only gets harder. In my twenties I could skip a meal and lose a size. Now it feels like it might take months to get rid of a few extra desserts. Which all seemed so worth it at the time. The brownies…red wine…oh and the mexican food.

New year, same old struggle.

If only I had a martini for every time I’ve heard “you’re a really funny girl.” And it is my most favorite compliment. But how far has it gotten me really.

A few days ago I visit my friend Terry, recovering from breast cancer surgery. Her mom’s staying with her, so she’s always there when we chat. Laughs at all my goofy stories, usually about dating yes, or she might think I’m just nuts. Then after the visit Terry sent me the sweetest email, seems her mom gets a kick out of my stories, well who doesn’t, and thinks I should have a TV show. She suggests “The View.”

I can out-funny that Whoopi or perky little Republican, Elizabeth any day. But I’m guessing they don’t let just anybody on there. So I have a plan to start small. Gain a following somewhere easy on one of those cheesy morning shows. I could be discovered, then a show way better than “The View” would be happy to have me. And hopefully we’d shoot at night cause I’m not really a morning person.