Over the past few years, I’ve really developed a love for working in the garden. But this year, I grew lazy. It was too hot and we weren’t gonna spend the cash on our water bill. But, the hard work I put into the past few years paid off this year, as my roses, lantana, and hybiscus flourished, even in the drought.

So, I’ve been quite proud of my green thumb, despite my laziness this summer.

One thing that I’m really proud of though, has been the fact that I can grow things I didn’t plant. Check this out…I’m growing corn.

I didn’t plant corn–yet it’s growing. I’m a damn fine gardener. Damn fine.

I’ve been doing a lot of lottery math lately.

You know, the math that involves how much money you’re gonna win when you hit the powerball? Lottery math is a fun, if sometimes disappointing, daydream.

Right now, since our office pool didn’t win the 113 M last Saturday or the 137M last night, we’re for sure we’re gonna win the 157M this Saturday. Vick promised me he’d put the magic mojo on the tickets, so now I know it’s a done deal.

Now, since Fishdog and I are both putting our money in, that means after our group wins (and of course, we’re the only group that will win) and after taxes, the Fishdog and I will be sitting pretty on about 3 mil each.

Awesome.

First things first: Quit Job and pay off bills. Next, install heated pool and hire pool boy. Next, make sure college funds are set. Finally, live off interest with very smart investments and do lots of traveling.

I can’t wait until Saturday. If you don’t see me for a while after this weekend it’s because I’m a jetsetting millionaire babe and I can’t be bothered with the little people. Or maybe I’ll just hire someone to do my blogging for me. That’s it. My pool boy will also be my Blog boy.

Awesome.

I’ve been doing a lot of lottery math lately.

You know, the math that involves how much money you’re gonna win when you hit the powerball? Lottery math is a fun, if sometimes disappointing, daydream.

Right now, since our office pool didn’t win the 113 M last Saturday or the 137M last night, we’re for sure we’re gonna win the 157M this Saturday. Vick promised me he’d put the magic mojo on the tickets, so now I know it’s a done deal.

Now, since Fishdog and I are both putting our money in, that means after our group wins (and of course, we’re the only group that will win) and after taxes, the Fishdog and I will be sitting pretty on about 3 mil each.

Awesome.

First things first: Quit Job and pay off bills. Next, install heated pool and hire pool boy. Next, make sure college funds are set. Finally, live off interest with very smart investments and do lots of traveling.

I can’t wait until Saturday. If you don’t see me for a while after this weekend it’s because I’m a jetsetting millionaire babe and I can’t be bothered with the little people. Or maybe I’ll just hire someone to do my blogging for me. That’s it. My pool boy will also be my Blog boy.

Awesome.

Rock Star Super-formerly-known-as-Nova just made a big mistake.

They chose Lukas.

Of the top four, he was my 4th choice. (yeah yeah, I know. This is subjective. Blah, blah, blah. This is also my blog so shut it!)

I knew they’d send Magni home. Magni wasn’t right for the band. In the end, I really liked Magni…he just wasn’t a fit.

When they sent Toby home, I had a mini-stroke. He should’ve won. But fine. I could live with it because in my heart I knew Dilana was more talented, consistent and all around better than Lukas and that they would choose her.

I guess Super-formerly-known-as-Nova had too much to drink before the show cuz they didn’t see things the right way. They chose Lukas of the Lipstick.

Now, I’m all for a guy wearing make up. Frankly, I find it sexy as hell. I mean, take a look at Billie Joe from Green Day. He’s hot…and he wears make up. But I have to draw a line at the glittery lip gloss.

Frankly, Super-formerly-known-as-Nova should’ve said, “Lukas, dude, you butcher about half the songs you sing, and yes, you try real hard to look the part, but frankly, you wear too much My Pretty Pony Lip Gloss.”

I’m disappointed. Rockstar INXS was much better. I won’t be buying this album…and that’s another disappoinment because I LURVE Gilby Clarke and Jason Newsted. I used to LURVE Tommy a long time ago…Pre-Pamela. Now, eh…not so much.

Anyway, this installment of Rockstar: SuperNoName was pretty dissatisfying. Now, I’ll move on…

Rock Star Super-formerly-known-as-Nova just made a big mistake.

They chose Lukas.

Of the top four, he was my 4th choice. (yeah yeah, I know. This is subjective. Blah, blah, blah. This is also my blog so shut it!)

I knew they’d send Magni home. Magni wasn’t right for the band. In the end, I really liked Magni…he just wasn’t a fit.

When they sent Toby home, I had a mini-stroke. He should’ve won. But fine. I could live with it because in my heart I knew Dilana was more talented, consistent and all around better than Lukas and that they would choose her.

I guess Super-formerly-known-as-Nova had too much to drink before the show cuz they didn’t see things the right way. They chose Lukas of the Lipstick.

Now, I’m all for a guy wearing make up. Frankly, I find it sexy as hell. I mean, take a look at Billie Joe from Green Day. He’s hot…and he wears make up. But I have to draw a line at the glittery lip gloss.

Frankly, Super-formerly-known-as-Nova should’ve said, “Lukas, dude, you butcher about half the songs you sing, and yes, you try real hard to look the part, but frankly, you wear too much My Pretty Pony Lip Gloss.”

I’m disappointed. Rockstar INXS was much better. I won’t be buying this album…and that’s another disappoinment because I LURVE Gilby Clarke and Jason Newsted. I used to LURVE Tommy a long time ago…Pre-Pamela. Now, eh…not so much.

Anyway, this installment of Rockstar: SuperNoName was pretty dissatisfying. Now, I’ll move on…

watch this show.

honestly.

it’s like NORTHERN EXPOSURE meets ED.

The pilot replays this Friday.

Watch it.

watch this show.

honestly.

it’s like NORTHERN EXPOSURE meets ED.

The pilot replays this Friday.

Watch it.

Pictures from last night’s game. Rader’s team won 5-2. It was a good game. Now, if I could just figure out why Rader runs like his feet weight 40lbs each…

Ian’s team is still practicing. No games until later. Maybe I’ll get out at practice this week and snap some pics of his team.

Last night, I finally saw In Her Shoes…I loved this movie. Gotta see it again. I also watched Derailed over the weekend. I enjoyed it, but not as much as I wanted to.

I leave you today with pictures of my hot-mama niece who is a kick-ass keeper for her team: 94 CASL Spartan Elite Red

Pictures from last night’s game. Rader’s team won 5-2. It was a good game. Now, if I could just figure out why Rader runs like his feet weight 40lbs each…

Ian’s team is still practicing. No games until later. Maybe I’ll get out at practice this week and snap some pics of his team.

Last night, I finally saw In Her Shoes…I loved this movie. Gotta see it again. I also watched Derailed over the weekend. I enjoyed it, but not as much as I wanted to.

I leave you today with pictures of my hot-mama niece who is a kick-ass keeper for her team: 94 CASL Spartan Elite Red

5 years ago, I was pulling into the parking lot at work listening to NPR when they announced a single plane had hit the WTC.

Reports were unclear at first. It sounded as if it were a small plane, and though serious, there were no speculations of terrorism at the time.

I turned off my engine, strolled inside, fixed my cuppa, turned on my computer, and discovered there had been a 2nd crash.

I don’t remember much else from that day, other than my heart hammered in my throat as I stayed glued to the internet and to the radio.

At home, I couldn’t stop watching the Television. I cried a lot.

Somehow, I’d imagined that the horrific events of 9/11/01 would’ve brought our country closer together. I thought that the tragedy would’ve inspired unity. Instead, it created a chasm that we may not recover from.

It saddens me.

But for the survivors of 9/11, life goes on. So, hug your loved ones today. Make those phone calls. Don’t wait for a tragedy to remember that life is short.