I finished “Eat, Pray, Love”…everyone, please read. Here again is a submission for our phantom book club.
coupla:
We all know this already but: Barack Obama? Smart.
Still, Uribe said he has just enough energy to sit up and move the sheet that covers his body. His goal is to lose another 770 pounds. (my eyes!!!)
Live?
Die?
(Driving downtown today, this redhead kid on his bike was being all crazy and I actually had the thought: “Outta my way, Weasley!”)
1. Would you buy a Smart Car? I would EXCEPT for our winters. Otherwise, I’d love to.
2. Pizza: do you prefer your toppings to be on top the cheese, or under? I find myself preferring on top.
3. Why must “serious” bikers ride on the road even when there is a path right next to the road (Grand Rounds, River Road, etc.)?
I planted marigolds in my little triangle garden and I am just not happy with them. I think that I will pull them out next year and plant perennials.
Work these days is gawd awful.
Small bits of consolation: I heard someone say “constipation” instead of “consternation”, and then, “I appreciate the SEDIMENT.” Excellent.
My friend Tom in TX is engaged, as of Sunday. As much as a wedding would be a great excuse to show Mr. S the finery (spit diet coke here) of Waco, Tom didn’t come to my wedding and it hurt my feelings. Jury’s out on this one.
I am reading “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert and it’s pretty darn good. I have about 1/3 left and I am hoping it is as good as the first third (which is a whole lot better then the second third). I read thinking, “This is the book I was supposed to write: food, travel, romantic love, spirituality??? Yes please.
In the world wide today:
New evidence to support the question: When will Rush Limbaugh finally go down?
One page from the coloring book “Let’s Paint the 90s”.
Chuck Klosterman wonders about the lack of video game critics.
This couple named Jan and Michael Stern have made a life of eating on the road, and then writing about it. (Napoleon, please say “Lucky!”). Anyhoo, here’s a list of some of the places they like to hit.
