Not Your Average Joe…
We are talking way, way, way above your average Joe. Joe’s Restaurant, on Abbott Kinney Boulevard in Venice, has been around for over 20 years and is still vibrant, vital and serving fabulous food.
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Holey Mackerel…
It just never f–king ends. I finally get the insane woman who lived above me in NYC to vacate the premises and the new owner moves in, commences renovations and voila, I have a skylight.
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Bird Is The Word…
My heart just took flight. My husband is out of town and I am flapping my lips about my latest sports crush.
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Patently Impatient…
My patience lessons never registered and with my gene pool, it is not innate. My attempts to channel patience have gone unfulfilled.
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Chasing Tail…
We all spend a lot of time chasing our tail.
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Creative, Cool Cassia…
Santa Monica is popping out new restaurants at the same pace as overpriced rental apartments, making room for all the young trustafarians who are flocking to the overpopulated city by the sea.
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Metrosexualized…
Beauty day. Time to metrosexualize.
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Self-Realization…
The Self-Realization Center. I am not making this up. I need to self-realize so I took my sacred ass to The Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine down the road from my home in Pacific Palisades. The ten-acre site was dedicated by Paramahansa Yogananda in 1950. He was an Indian yogi and guru who introduced millions of westerners…
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Death By Pinstripes…
The Yankees are killing me.
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Jon & Vinny Score…
Yo, Jon & Vinny’s is all that. Finally, a fabulous new Italian restaurant in Los Angeles…no shtick just simple, amazing Italian with a farm to table California twist.
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A Real Giant…
Cloudy Sunday so went to see Meryl Streep and Rick Springfield in, Ricki and the Flash. I had a ball…maybe it was the oldies, but it sure was a pleasant way to spend a Sunday morning. We met our daughter, Courtny in Santa Monica at Ox & Son for brunch with the doggies. Ox &…
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Home Alone…
Ever feel as if you just want to be alone, preferably on a tropical island?!
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Let’s Marvin Gaye…
Every once and awhile a song surfaces that gets my juices flowing, fingers snapping, feet tapping, just like in the heyday of my involvement in the music biz.
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Road Rage…
I always thought that the stress of a New York Giants game would kill me, but I think driving in Los Angeles will lead to my demise. I have definitely developed Road Rage.
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Cruisin’ On A Sunday…
What a ride! That’s how I would describe last Sunday morning.
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Simply Simbal…
I adore Southeast Asian food. I am always searching for another Slanted Door which is an amazing Vietnamese restaurant in San Francisco.
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Off The Bed…
Finn woke up whimpering at 2am Saturday morning. Could it have been she was howling at the Blue Moon? I found it strange since she had slept through the night in her crate since the day we rescued her.
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Uproar…
Don’t destroy the Pride. Walter J. Palmer you morally cannot go out and hunt these gorgeous animals and not internalize what you are ethically doing.
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Bite Me…
Savor the moment. The Yankees started the second game of the series with the Texas Rangers on Tuesday evening down by five runs after the 1st inning.
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A Woman Tackles The NFL…
A woman scores in the NFL and it is not between the sheets. Hallelujah…another crack in the glass ceiling.