Metrosexualized…
Beauty day. Time to metrosexualize.
Beauty day. Time to metrosexualize.
The Yankees are killing me.
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 &…
A woman scores in the NFL and it is not between the sheets. Hallelujah…another crack in the glass ceiling.
This season the Yankees look like they put the ‘men’ in menopause…too much sweating, drying up when it is time for action and radical mood swings.
Yesterday dawned sunny, clear and minus the humidity. My migraine was still hangin’ in just like the house guest that never leaves despite valiant attempts to kick them out.
Temporarily single and ready to mingle in the big city, again. David is breaking new ground in Seattle and I am playing the role of Marlo Thomas in, That Girl (holy shit, that dates me!). Monday, I had my highlights done and a haircut. I frequent Salon Benjamin in West Hollywood. My daughter, Courtny, turned…
Sports is analogous to life. Every day has its’ high and lows. Emotionally stable at one moment, frazzled the next, hitting on all cylinders and then striking out.
I succumbed. I am now a member of the big ticket hair salon brigade.
Does hitting the pavement brighten your day? I like to hike, bike and walk. I’ll leave the running to others.
Enter March like a lion followed by April with plenty of religious angst and guilt. We have March Madness, the Ides of March, MLB Spring Training which leads into the regular baseball season, Jesus’ resurrection and the parting of the Red Sea.
My six month all encompassing renovation got me to thinking. If I can transform a total wreck of a home, maybe I can also restore a middle-aged menopausal woman to her previous glory and glow.
I ventured to the dark side yesterday. I drove to the San Fernando Valley. It’s so foreign to me that I feel as if I should have taken my passport.
My spirits are deflated today. Along with the Patriots balls, the end of the football season always takes the air out me.
Went on a spending spree this weekend. I put my money where my doggie’s mouth is.
Hair has always been a topic of discussion for me. Yesterday, I watched a segment on the Today Show and discovered that curly hair is a major talking point…who knew.
Recently, I was chatting to our sports addicted super…we shoot sports shit all the time. That morning we talked about how despicable both the NY Giants and NY Knicks are.
I recently booked an appointment at a Benefit brow bar.
Anger. Is there an environmentally friendly receptacle for it?
I could not muster up an appropriate baseball mate for some Yankee afternoon delight. As I do with Giants home games when my daughter is in Los Angeles, I journeyed to Yankee Stadium on my own. Sporting events are religious experiences and I only share with a very select few. I have very strict requirements….