Saturday, March 27, 2004

National “Party for the President” Day is April 29th. I’m in the process of planning one at deva’s. We are going to have some fun that evening, we may end up chasing Democrats out of the bar. We will have campaign materials, bumper stickers, snacks, and sodas out in front of deva’s from 5pm until 8pm that night. Come on in if you’re in the area!

They had a rally today in front of Loretta Sanchez’s District Office to protest the fact that she voted against a Congressional Resolution (HR557) honoring U.S. Troops serving in Iraq. Unfortunately I couldn’t make it this morning. I got up at 7am but wasn’t feeling too well; I was at deva’s pretty late last night. I really wanted to be there to show my support. We need to get rid of this Sanchez woman! Dr. Alexandria Coronado is running against her. Hopefully I can help get out the word to vote for her, she’s a super lady! I don’t understand Sanchez at all. She actually has walked in the Tustin Veteran’s Day parade the last few years. She doesn’t know what she’s doing; a lot of people are upset with her.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

People need to laugh more…………….

Subject: A Few Zen Thoughts for Those Who Take Life Too Seriously:

A Few Zen Thoughts For Those Who Take Life Too Seriously:

Save the whales. Collect the whole set.

A day without sunshine is like, night.

On the other hand..... you have different fingers.

I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.

42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot. .

I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.

Honk if you love peace and quiet.

Remember, half the people you know are below average.

He who laughs last thinks slowest.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.

Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.

Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your life.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.

Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!

If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.

OK, so what's the speed of dark?

How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?

If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.

Everyone has a photographic memory; Some just don't have film.

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.

I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.


Inside every older person is a younger person wondering "What the hell happened?!"

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

I took my acting teacher from Cypress College out to lunch yesterday. It’s nice to catch up on everything. I hadn’t been to the campus for a long time. Mark Majarian is a good guy, a real passionate teacher. We used to fight when I was taking his classes over 10 years ago. I can’t believe it’s been that long! Anyway, I started taking his classes right after my father passed away so I had a ton of issues to deal with. If you can’t afford therapy, join a good acting class! I think Mark helped me quite a bit, of course I didn’t know it at the time. I would storm out of class, or he would throw me out. One time he actually made me come to class for 2 weeks wearing no makeup, perfume, high heels, hairspray, jewelry, etc. It was either that or be thrown out of his class permanently because he said I used all that stuff to mask the real person underneath. Well, I did it. I didn’t like it, but I did it. He was right too. Oh well, that was a long time ago.

I went over to Chat Noir last night to meet one of my liquor salesmen for an Effen Vodka. It’s still my favorite vodka, black cherry with a hint of vanilla-yum. I just love that restaurant; it means “Black Cat” in French. I’m not a big “French” fan, but I really enjoy this place. They have live jazz, it’s really dark with red velvet booths and curtains, and there are candles everywhere. The food is quite tasty as well. Thursday nights are too busy, they actually have a line out the back door and a DJ because it’s so crowded you can’t even walk through the place and you wouldn’t be able to hear any jazz. I don’t like lines; I refuse to stand in line. They were having a private party for St. John last night. They are having a Fall 2004 fashion show today at the Bren Events Center at the University of California, Irvine. I’m staring at my invitation laying here on my desk wishing I had one good St. John’s Knit suit. I’m too tired to drag myself down there today.

Another example of just how small the world really is: as I was sitting at the bar yesterday at Chat Noir, two older gentlemen with heavy Polish accents kept motioning for me to come over to their table. I stood up and said, “ I know you” as I pointed at one of them. They laughed thinking yeah, sure, she must use that line on all the older, rich looking future sugar daddies that she hits on. Anyway, I said, “You’re George.” And I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I then proceeded to tell him his last name, that he drives a green Land Rover, and where he used to live. By now, they are both going into shock. So, I let them down easy. As it turns out that I bought my house from George and his wife 5 ½ years ago. They sold the house to me because they liked me and I promised to not change anything that he had done to the house. George was so cute; he had been saving some bathroom fixture for me at his new house because it matched my house. I also got busted because he had driven by and seen where I had to cut down all his precious bottlebrush and pepper trees that destroyed all the cement with their massive roots. Anyway, he wants to retire to Europe and wants me to look at their house before they put it on the market incase I want to buy it. Funny how things work out. He wants to sell me their house again because he spends all his time on little Home Depot projects and knows I’ll appreciate his work. How sweet.

Monday, March 22, 2004

I’m feeling a little better today. A weekend of movies is just what I needed. The movie Pay It Forward was really good. It’s sort of a chick flick, but it’s well worth watching! I can’t believe I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the first time the other day. I liked it; it seemed so ahead of its time. Last night I watched We Were Soldiers. Not a good movie to watch right before you try to go to sleep. Mel Gibson is such a great actor, but the movie was so sad. Makes you think what is really important in life. Well, that’s it for the movie reviews.

Question: Why do I receive hundreds of e-mails for Viagra? What is wrong with these marketing people exactly? If I don’t respond to the first 500 ads, I’m probably not going to buy from them. I have people telling me not to click on the “unsubscribe,” because then the company will know that they have a good address. If those companies are paying attention to this I have something to say:

I don’t need prescription drugs
From singles networks, I don’t need hugs
I don’t need to refinance my house
No exterminators for a mouse
Omaha Steaks on sale again
A new car, I just can’t win
Printer ink by the ton
Victoria Secrets………well, I like that one

Happy Monday!