Painted Tables at Vesuvios 

 

 

Vesuvios Sign. Love it! 

Mein Taxi on arrival. Way over tired. Getting my dance on. 

Mural on building as seen from Vesuvios up stairs window 

Poo in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco 

Shannon in San Fran Taxi on our very tired arrival from the East Coast 

No Work

Okay kids, it's getting kind of ridiculous. I haven't worked in well over a month. And it's not even my fault! For the first few weeks it felt deliciously naughty but now I am not sure I even remember how to. I have watched the entire first season of Alias in about 4 days. I am becoming one with the couch. I often don't separate from my pajamas. They smell. Ross is generally impervious to oder and even he told me I need a shower. That is saying something. I have eaten my cupboards bare and taken to cooking weird creations of barley and tomato and tofu just to avoid having to go to the grocery store. I'm hungry.

Enough is enough! I am showering today! I will do the dishes and fold the laundry. I will be productive! Oh wait! I hear the phone...Who is it? It's the library. Oh, Alias season two has arrived and is ready to be picked up by me? Right now? Oh dear, what to do. Okay, I'll still do all of that other crap...well maybe later. I'll just watch one little epsiode of Alias...

Jeff Tweedy is my God

Jeff Tweedy is my god! Well one of them anyways. Monotheism is so 20th century. Pantheism is the new black for those that follow the fads. I digress. As Shannon and I were last seem hopping of a slowly moving train in our frenzied attempt to not leave San Francisco without witnessing the experience that is a Jeff Tweedy solo acoustic show, you damn well know we made it in. Despite it being sold out. And did we pay the 100 bucks for tickets that the scalpers demanded? Hell no. I refuse to to be raped for music. We made friends with a lovely door security man and he simply walked us in. Mr. Door security man, if you're out there and you are reading this, I LOVE YOU. And I owe you a beer. A very nice, very large and very happy beer. Good Karma to you forever and ever!

I am pretty sure that all of this occurred because Shannon and I gave the nice homeless man money for a subway sandwich. So go out find your local Subway and find your local homeless man woman or child and buy them a sandwich. You will have a very pleasant day. I promise.

It's all over now

Hello kids. After a grueling nine days the strike is over. And unfortunately I did not managed to get layed off. BUt as it was a at one point a viable option I opted on a celebratory girls weekend in San Francisco. Now about a week has passed and I just can't seem to leave. I made it as far as the train to the airport. I made it on the train and about halfway there. But that is as far as my weary, wanton legs would bring me. I turned around. And here I am. Still in San Francisco. There are many pictures. Not all of them are for the weak. I'll post them soon. You know, when I actually do make it back to NY. Be well my friends.

SPAMALOT

GO SEE SPAMALOT!!! It's on Broadway and it's ridiculous. I laughed I cried. I nearly peed. Ross's 30th birthday is Valentines day. What in the hell should we do? I suck at this stuff. And he's no help.

I haven't worked in ages and I am enjoying that. With a little luck I have no plans to work until the 15th or so. Be jealous. Life is good.

Asleep in Milan Airport on a 5 hr layover

 

Long Layover in Bahrain

 

WHen the Rain Attacks

Walking in the rain. There goes a car. I'm all wet! #$%@! 

I'm the Dancing Queen in Frankfurt

 

We are off to See Rent in Frankfurt

 

Death By Jet Lag

Is it possible to die of acute jetlag? Let me tell you there is nothing remotely cute about this jet lag. Yes, I worked all night. I have been awake for 28hrs and counting. I think that my eyeballs are bleeding. I've lost all power of speech.

And now a haiku:

Rest for the weary
Running on euphoria
Please bring me a beer

p.s. Does anyone know how to say "culinary" in sign language? As in 'Culinary' Abortion? That's my latest descriptive phrase to describe airplane cuisine to any passengers that may happen to inquire.

Isn't family Special? Me and the monster in NYC on December 23, 2005 

Me and the Baby Monster 

Baby Monster!!!! Don't be fooled buy those pretty eyes! 

Christmas Ross! 

I should have known better than to buy a baby a "Diva" costume. I guess she fancies herself an actress. 

Shane(ny nephew one of the fart tornado kids) and a really big box! 

Nothing says Christmas quite like waking up to a pool of baby pee. This picture is of peanut (my niece) and I tyring to the blowdry the mattress on my pull out couch Christmas morning. 

Thanksgiving with the girls. 

Ross tskes multi tasking to a new, truly horrifying level as he shows that one can pee and make dinner at the same time. Yes, lovelies, he is cooking fish in a rotisserie in our bathroom. It is somehow the only room that has a vent. 

West Point Military Academy in Novermber as seen from across the strret from where I live. 

The clan (aka. Ross, Daddy, Me, Gab, Tim and Bob aka Ross,s dad) on a lovely November day. 

Storm King Gap on the Hudson River  

Sign language and flight attendants

Happy holidays my friends. We are another year older and damn fine looking if I do say so. I am in Ireland having spent the better part of the crossing teaching flight crew to curse at one another in sign language. I feel that I am doing the company a service as at it seems far more professional to having them cursing silently iat one another nstead of the typical audible potty mouth that most aircraft galleys contain in excess. I'd teach them to say nice things, but I really don't know any. Each gives what they are able. And it seems my abilities include and are dismally limited to a truly sailoresque vocabularly. Does that make me multi lingual?

Tomorrow I am off to parts unknown with a quick stopover in Dublin: Home of the Fairy Investigation Society. Yes, the Fairy Investigation Society. Hm.

Christmas with the fart tornado kids!

God help me! I have invited my teenage niece and nephew and there 5yr old pre- klittle sister over for Christmas sans mama. What in the name of all that is holy does one do to amuse them. These are the children of the infamous fart tornado.

For more info on the infamous liafe changing 'fart tornado' and it's creators please see Birthcontrol: a chronical from their last visit this past July.

Please, God, give Ross the serenity to not commit relativacide, give princess (crazy mutt) the disinterest to keep her from gnawing on the 5yr old, and give me the ability to entertain them all.

Kuwait Taxi Stand

Don't we all just feel happy, now! THis is where all nice Kuwaiti taxi cabs go to find true happiness.

Wine in Ireland and Villas in Kuwait

Is it a crime to drink wine in Ireland instead of the beer? I never thought so. I am back in lovely Ennis and you would think that I had two heads. Or maybe I am just seeing double from all of the lovely wine.

My time in Kuwait was fabulous. Instead of the typical nice hotel room I shared a furnished 4 bedroom oceanside villa with my good chum Shannon. We had dinner on the oceanfront terrace and watched movies on our huge plasma TV. Sometimes it's good to be a queen. Sometimes this job just rocks.