That's My Boy!

I am so scared every time I watch him do this. But he is really good and I keep reminding him to put the velcro on his knees. HEELS DOWN. That used to be a joke, but now it is for real and he exists in this unreal world of beautiful horses and beautiful people. The people whose bags and t-shirts he used to collect are now his pals. And still a great young man. I wish that he was joining all of us in Chicago next weekend. But he lives in another world. Not our world.

Our world looks sunny when there is a farmer's market in the park and we can get tamales for $1. My dear friend and old neighbor came this morning and we planned to have breakfast at the New/Old Alps. There was a 1/2 hour wait! Are you kidding me? Instead we joked around with the community and then went to the Golden Nugget. I've lived here for 21 years and have only been there once. Now I know why. It was terrible, but it was packed with people living normal lives, coming home from church, taking a stroll on a great day, meeting their friends and neighbors, - just living. I intend to do more of that. But first I have to unclog the vacuum cleaner, wash the bathroom floor, and figure out what to make for dinner......

A day at Versailles would be great. A la hameau!!! (and the hats can't be beat)!

Beauty is in the mind.....

Which one is more beautiful? Karen Black or Clothilde Arroyo? I vote for Clothilde but only since I gave her a micro loan through Kiva. What a fantastic hat. Couldn't get away with that on Irving Park Road.

But Karen Black is fabulous for other reasons. I just watched "Easy Rider". The tripping scene is amazing. Dennis Hopper is so great and Peter Fonda is SO cute. Too bad that they did not have Clothilde for that scene in the graveyard.

Kiva is a site for micro loans that you can make for men and women who are trying to get by on subsistance wages in the third world. I have made a total of 7 loans in the past two years and each one of them has been paid off in full. For a mere $25 you can help a laundress in Azerbajan, a fish salesman in Ghanna, a consotrium of charcoal saleswomen in Kenya, a farmer in Samoa... It is the best $25 you will ever spend and you will get it back and be able to loan it to someone else. What a concept!

Go now! KIVA.ORG You won't regret it.

Fashion and Baseball.

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A Rod has got it going on. One of the few major league players who still wear the knickers and socks. Why would they wear their pajama pants to work? That's what all the yahoo players who wear their long pants look like. I ADORE this look. When Iworked for the Cubs it was all the rage. Now the players have decided that they need to wear baggy long pants. Terrible look!

Now we hear that there is new neckwear that has taken hold. Made by a company called Phiten (pronounced Fightin'} it is made of nylon, polyester and tatanium. It is supppsed to promote a greater flow of energy in the body. A greater flow could easily be obtained by showing off that cute tush in these knickers.

Although I am a life long Red Sox fan I can't really hope for them to make it in the World Series since NONE of the players have the gumption to wear the fantastic style that we long for! Who are their wives anyway? Don't they have any say in how their fit, adorable, muscular husbands look? Take it to the dump!

I generally loathe sports on TV. Hockey is the worst. The puck fies around so fast and the guys are so padded up that you can't appreciate them. Baseball is OK, especially during the play offs. Now I am generally a Yankee hater, being a Red Sox fan, but any time A Rod comes to bat I can't help but get happy. Who cares about his drug use? He looks GOOD.

What Makes a Happy Marriage?

We are supposed to have a freeze tonight. I guess that this year I will be trying to stay warm without the benefit of a man's flabby stomach nestling into my back. Do all men do this? Then that nasty hand creeps around to hold your breast. Just go back to sleep!!!

Why do we put up with all of this? Certainly not for the unwavering support and comfort that we all crave. The lucky ones get that from some cute guy they met at the dump. The dump is fantastic. If you are lucky enough to live in a rural town where you have a dump, try hitting it first thing in the morning when it opens. All of the trained husbands are there, dressed up, ready to go to work, but there they are with the smelly diapers and vegetable rinds. Nothing turns me on more than a man with a full plastic bag in his hands.

Santa: Do you know my address?

The Cupcake Car was revealed this week as one of Neiman Marcus' must have Christmas gifts, and here is the Jolly Old Man himself delivering it. Beats the Oscar Mayer Weiner Mobile that for many years I coveted.

I have moved on to bigger and better things and wish I could have a way to show them off. I just had a meeting with my attorney, who really admired my sweater. I was proud to say that the Family Thrift store had done it again. Marc Jacobs cashmere. Now she wants me to take her there. Do you think I could get something off of my retainer?

There's something about that hunt, that run for the great stuff that makes it so much more satisfying than walking into Bloomingdale's and getting something off the rack. Anyone can do that. In order to dress yourself from the thrift store you really have to have an eye and an imagination. Looking at the Paris shows this week I have become something of a cynic. The Dries Van Noten shredded fabric is so declasse. (accent egu needed). We don't want to look like tramps. We want to look like stylish beautiful women for whom the recession is someone else's problem. Take a pinch of daring, a good look at the shows in Paris, and get theyself some cootie garages. (It helps if you are 30, too).

Music is the best. It can really take you away from the horrible, mundane trivia that rules our lives. Also helps to have a great headpiece. See photo of my niece Aba wearing a truly fantastic chartreuse piece with shells at the bottom. Unfortunately, it seems to be missing. The men must have taken it. The photo was taken on the helm of the pilot house at Vantage Point. One of the greatest spots on earth.

One day we will all be together and laughing and having fun. But not today.

My mail lady, Gabriella, gave me a big hug today and asked about the For Sale sign in front of my house. I had to tell her why it was there and it made me sad. So music is bringing me back. Frank and " Fly me to the Moon" Let me see what life is like on Jupiter and Mars........

S.S. Willows

The deed is done. Mummy is safely aboard the S.S. Willows. This fantastic retirement community is just like being on a cruise ship except everybody has really big staterooms. Everyone is SO nice. Everyone wants to help. Everyone can afford to be there. Talk about a lack of diversity! But that's the way she likes it.

The question is what are we going to do when we get to be ninety? Social Security will probably have all but disappeared, our 401 k's will be worth nothing, our stocks will have tanked, and we won't be able to sell our houses. So once again Mr. Ram and Mrs. Ewe come out on top. Fantastic view, unlimited food, great fur coats, and no worries.

Q: What are your retirement plans?

Mr. Ram: Me and the missus plan to stay right here and live off the land. I told the young 'uns that they shouldn't leave for the big city, but Vik does have Wi-Fi. That's something we don't have here and they seem to like being able to keep track of their relatives who are going to slaughter.

Q: If you could go on a cruise ship, say the S.S. Willows, would that suit you?

Mrs. Ewe: I sure would like to get this fur done. I haven't had a trim since Easter. You know how they like their Easter lambs to be all pretty. I hear they even do some in butter! I think they do those kinds of things on cruise ships.

Q: Yes, they do - and anything else you could want. Kind of makes me want to be 65 and wealthy. Do you have any savings?

Mr. Ram: Yes, we put some grass away for the winter over by the lava dome. In terms of cash, we are kind of short, but yahoos come by and want to take our picture and we oblige, but ask for at least 10 kroner. Don't we look good?

Q: You look fabulous darlings. Is there any way we can get in on this gig?

Mrs. Ewe: Sorry, but you just haven't got the legs.