Big Day

Just wanted to wish my Jewish friends a very Happy Passover. In case you're not familiar with the story, here it is.

And just so the Gentiles don't feel left out, Happy Opening Day! Dare we dream that the O's can take it this year??

I have heard...

Two different versions of the same song within the same half hour this
morning. And it's not a new song at all, it's freaking "Always on My
Mind"!

Of the two, I think I prefer Willie Nelson's original recipe over the
Pet Shop Boys' "SVU edition."

Somehow, however, I think this must mean something. Trust me, I'm
looking into it....

He's back...

Ok, seriously, I want to know who gave my blog address to Potter. Oh, since I tend to use aliases, your hint (at least for the Baltimore folks) is -- same first name, same last initial.

Know who it is? Ok, then who's been spilling?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Someone must have because whenever I seem to be going through some inner turmoil about my dating situation, this guy shows up. He's dormant for months waiting, it seems, for me to start doubting the man of the moment. As soon as I do, I get an email from him.

"Just checking in," it says. "How are you doing?"

Usually that's it. And I start to think, how AM I doing? Professionally, I'm doing supremely well. Well enough, in fact, that if I focused on that, I think I could actually talk to Potter. But it's the dating side of it that I don't want to get into. I don't want to let in (even through email), that all is not well in the world of men. Because as much as I don't want to date him, any inkling that he may receive of that would mean a constant onslaught of emails and embarrassing stories where he takes a joke out of context and attempts to "flirt" with me by repeating this out of context joke over and over in situations where I'm trying to maintain a modicum of dignity.

Anyway, he's back. Lucky me. Seriously, if it was you who dished the addy, please prepare for the consequences. Thanks.

Do you ever wonder

If sometimes you're the only one who remembers a joke? Then, you find out that you weren't.

Case in point, a couple of years ago, my friend Erica and I were driving with another friend who kept cranking the radio every time Outkast's "Miss Jackson" (you know the one, Outkast apologizes for knocking the daughter up) came on. He was singing along with it and substituting Erica's last name at the time for "Jackson." It was a freaking riot at the time, and even now, when I hear that song (not as often as I'd like), I can't help singing along with Ryan's "edits." Just one of the reasons I don't do that song at Karaoke.

So, I thought I was the only one who remembered that until this morning, when I checked the now-married and pregnant (but not to Ryan! Funny, but NO) Erica's Myspace page. There it was, blaring out....

I'm sorry Miss Jackson, I am for REAL.
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

This is why I love CNN.com

From the article about the search in NYC for guy who mugged the 101 Year
Old woman...

Meanwhile, New Yorkers struggled for the right words to describe the
attacker because expletives just don't seem adequate.

It's a Small World, After All

I took French. I understand it (if you speak slowly enough), I read it, and I speak enough of it to not make a total ass of myself anywhere outside of Paris.

I can master one, and only one, complete sentence in Spanish. Thank you, Jack Wagner, for that.

Apparently, I'm not the only one....

I randomly came across the Number1HappyStreet blog this afternoon. He just got back from Disney World and had this to say....

I have never taken any Spanish, but after a week of riding the Monorail, I can now alert Hispanics to stand clear of moving doors if ever the need arises.

Bring out the dancing dolls, it's a Small World after all.

By the by, this absolutely gorgeous monorail photo was taken by Flickr user StartedByAMouse.

It's not too late

To make plans to check out my friend's show at the Hamilton Art's Collective tomorrow night in Baltimore!

Seriously, if I can muster up an email to some guy I haven't seen in like a dozen years, you can muster the energy to come on out and laugh your ass off.

It's a fair trade.

8:00 tomorrow. $10 at the door. Free cider until it runs out and then it's BYOB.