Time for a quickie

I've been remiss in posting~ totes busy, ya know. I'm in LA gettin all smart n stuff at my new job. Oh, that wasn't proper English......

Recap: Working so much, dreaming about working, working, working, talking about work, working, thinking about work, drinking Red Bulls, working, working.... that's about all I've been focused on. I logged a few hours and miles running last week, which was great. I have the start of a healthy tan to show for it~ complete with AWESOME tank top strap marks on my shoulders. Went to Portland with Nikki and shopped til we about dropped. Life is good but I do miss my Boo Zoo Croo at home.

I'm reading an oddly disturbing and wonderful book called Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (of The Virgin Suicides fame), which sucks me in every night. This and movie marathons with my sweetie have been the only things successfully freeing me from my CSI:Miami addiction. (Jake~ I pass that torch to you! You're welcome.)

Celebrity sightings have been at an all time low. I rode the plane with Jerry O'Connell~ who I wouldn't have even noticed, but people were subtly freaking out around me. THEY were hard to miss! I will say this: dude travelled in center-seat coach with a uniformed pilot seated on either side of him, which I found surprising for a soon-to-be Mr. Rebecca Romijn, but it also makes me like him.

Got a coupla more days here in SoCal before launching into the weekend. Kind of a big one (though I'm not worried) ~ Mark and I are introducing his parents to my mom. I've made a list of topics we feel are appropriate to discuss and a longer list of ones which we dare not speak. Yes, I'm kidding! It's going to be a gay ol' time~ WIIIILLLLLLMA!

Curious Juice

Upon returning home from the store, I settled down in my usual spot on the couch with a large glass of carrot juice and a southwest chicken salad in a huge bowl. Montreal repeated unsuccessful attempts at putting her head into the salad before she noticed the tall glass filled with an odd colored liquid. She slithered up to the glass and put her nose slowly, slowly, slowly toward the juice until ~oops!~ she touched it. Backing away, she licked her face. Hmmmm...... Unlike anything she'd sampled before, I don't think she knew what to make of this weird stuff we humans call carrot juice. It must have tasted quite pleasing, for she went back for a second taste. And then a third. And a forth. She sat back on her haunches to survey the glass from a different perspective when a drop of the juice fell from her face and onto the table. It's impossible to know what was running through her walnut-sized brain at that point, but it must have been utter confusion that this orange stuff could just throw droplets of itself around the glass! She studied the drop for a second longer before jumping to the floor, where 2 more drops fell from her face. Intrigued and puzzled, Montreal glanced from drop to drop and then bolted far, far away~ never to return to the carrot juice again. The end.