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My stepmom’s husband has taken a turn for the worse so I am headed to Las Vegas where they live to help get things in order. I was going to go by myself but Denis insisted on driving me. He’s doesn’t want me driving alone on a desert highway with trucks the size of buildings passing me doing 90. Plus he wants to be there for us. He’s my hero.
Last night I went to the mall to get my mind off things. I just meandered around and wound up at Macy’s looking for Christmas gift ideas (yes, I said Christmas – it’s 9 weeks away!!) I was looking at women’s clothes and noticed that the music changes with every department. In the grown-up women’s department, the music is adult, just like the clothes. In the junior department, it’s pop music and it’s louder. But then so are the clothes. The best music was in the trendy designer department and I loved it. I even felt like dancing. If this was a night club, I might have busted a move or two. Then I saw it: the table, the equipment, the headphones… when did they start having DJs at Macy’s? I should have worn nicer clothes. Suddenly, I felt out of place so I went down to Bloomingdale’s and guess what? “Boom-laka-laka…” there too! This is not a nightclub. What’s next? Mojitos in men’s underwear?
My stepmom’s husband is not doing well. He had stomach cancer surgery last June and since then the cancer has spread to his bones. He is back in the hospital after suffering a small stroke. It’s been a tough time for them both and I hope he can recover. It’s hard to think about anything else.
My favorite makeovers over the years were not necessarily women – it was biker guys. The results were always so dramatic after all the hair was gone.
We just posted a new video of one of those great makeovers and it also includes some biker chics! It’s under Talk Show Video Highlights. Enjoy.
It’s Damon’s birthday today so we had pizza delivered for lunch. I asked him what I could bake for his birthday and he said he likes lemon so I made my lemon-coconut cupcakes for dessert. It’s hard to describe the vast array of skills Damon has but I’ll try. He manages both my websites (this one and Jenny’s Heroes), where he edits and posts videos and photos, creates graphics when needed, and can always figure out when things go wrong with electronics. He does all the work with Jenny’s Heroes including all the shopping and extensive record-keeping for each hero, arranges each surprise phone call, coordinates the press, and so much more, besides a myriad of day-to-day responsibilities. But best of all, he is a very nice person with a great attitude and a pleasure to have in my home every day. (and he’s a new father!) Happy birthday, Damon.
“I’ll have the bacon-dog, please and then just drop me off at the hospital.” That’s the only way to order a bacon-wrapped hot dog! Denis and I went to our local street festival yesterday and when I saw this sign, I wondered what the thinking was behind this culinary catastrophe. Let’s see… we know hot dogs are unhealthy, but what can we do to make them do even more damage? Put them in a white bread bun? Done. Dip it in corn batter and fry it? Been there, done that. Here’s an idea. Let’s wrap it in bacon! Genius!
There were a lot of food stands with things like cotton candy, funnel cakes, and even some food trucks. I have to admit the smells at any outdoor festival can be intoxicating. The first thing that wafted my way was caramel corn and then it was barbeque. I decided on barbeque but they ran out so I went with my second choice. Call me a hypocrite because I had a Polish kielbasa dog, and I only have one thing to say: Thie kiełbasy było pyszne! Hey, at least it wasn’t wrapped in bacon!
1. The miners are finally free and home with their loved ones, never to return to that mine. But when it’s time to face his wife, number 21 may decide to go back.
2. If Brett Favre really did send naked pictures of his package to Jenn Sterger, he was so out of bounds. When a married man makes this kind of fumble, his wife needs to drop kick him to the curb. Don’t sit on the sideline waiting for another personal foul. Tackle the problem now. Sack him and hit the astroturf running, girl.
3. Are Demi & Ashton over? They say, “we will forge bonds with our similarities & find compromise in our differences.” I haven’t seen a statement this evasive since they asked Bill Clinton about Monica Lewinsky. Let’s remember… “It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is.”
4. Cristine O’Donnell couldn’t think of one Supreme Court decision she disagreed with. I can think of one decision she made that I disagree with: running for the Senate.
5. The Situation finally got voted off on DWTS. Maybe it’s time to change his name to The Cancellation.
I went outside to pick some tomatoes for my salad today and it seemed there weren’t as many ripe ones there as I saw yesterday. So I picked three and came back in. Then Denis went out and came back to say he knew why there were no tomatoes. “You might want to see this,” he said. He showed me this ugly green 4-inch long monstrosity as it chewed leaf after leaf while we stood there in horror. I don’t know how he spotted it because it blends right in with all the green. But wait, it gets worse. “There’s another one,” he said. “And two more.” There were four! Four homely-ass, worm-like, can’t-tell-the-front-from-the-back ugly-sticks. Where are the eyes? Those things that look like eyes… aren’t. Maybe it has no eyes, only teeth. Those aren’t teeth, they’re like giant clamps – look at it! Now it gets even worse because I came back with my camera and got close to get this shot and I accidently touched one. Eeeeeeeeww!!
*Oct. 15th addition:
I just found out it’s called a Tomato Hornworm and it eventually turns into a moth.
Here’s a photo.
How amazing to see these 33 miners brought back to life.
I cried every time one more came back.
One survivor said there were actually 34 down there —
— God was with them, too.
This is a day to remember.
How can something so cute smell so bad?
It was a lovely night last night so I had the windows open for fresh air – but not for long. All of a sudden, we were hit by a wall of stink so strong I could have called in a HazMat team. My eyes started watering so I closed the windows right away but nothing changed. There was no place to escape the stench, inside or out. This had to be the fart to end all farts!
This morning a critter catcher came to investigate and tells me we have a skunk den on the back hill. He set up cages to trap and relocate them. Good. Let them fog up the night air somewhere else! But he didn’t say how far he takes them. What if it’s just two houses down and they walk back? Well, I guess I’ll know, won’t I?