day onethirty

Blast from the past people. This was recently found in the archives of my granparents' camera. I was a hottie even 60 days ago.

That's all for now. I have to go get ready for Property I, um, I mean, I have to go nurse and take a nap.

day onetwentytwo

Last week I heard dad come home from work and say: "I had to tell two people that I couldn't fix their laptops. I had to be the one to tell them that their computers were fatally flawed at the hardware level, way beyond the OS, and that they would need to get new ones. I feel like a doctor who lost two patients today." What a drama queen.

Then on Sunday night he came home and said: "Man, after this weekend of filming, I know just how James Gandolfini must feel." I assume this is without the hookers and the cocaine. And while I was falling asleep that night I heard him muttering about what it will be like to accept an emmy for most creative food show from Mariska Hargatay.

While he might be overestimating his own importance in these things, you can have a look at the weekend's doings. http://crucifixins.blogspot.com

Dad starts law school on Friday. Soon mom and I have to start fielding dad's self-directed encomia and panegyrics comparing himself to Johnny Cochrane, Fred Thompson, Alan Dershowitz and F. Lee Bailey. Good Lord.

day onetwentytwo

Today was my first day in a TV studio environment. I'm hooked. All the lights, all the cameras, all the action. People say a lot about Hollywood folks being shallow and glib, but I did not find that to be the case with all of these guys. I especially enjoyed the fact that Gianni the camerman would say 'Belissimo!' every time he looked at me.

OK. No more blogging tonight. Dolly Parton is in concert with Melissa Etheridge on CMT. For some reason I am really thirsty right now . . .

day onetwentyone

let's face it. you just want to see pictures. you don't really need the fluff, now matter how socially piercing and witty it is.

Tonight on OLN: when moms attack