that new car smell and my dream dinner

We traded in our car last night for a brand new scion. Smells YUMMY!! There is something so intoxicating about that smell. Anyways, felt like we got a good deal and Chadds uber happy too.
His lips are healing pretty nicely and he should look like a normal human in a few days, hopefully. Until then no work for him.
Sometimes when i read celebrity interviews they ask them who they'd want to have dinner with if they could meet anyone. I find that most people list Oprah or Angelina but they would only be informative not enjoyable. My dream dinner companions are Amy Sedaris, Heather Armstrong of www.dooce.com, Chelsea Handler and also Stephanie Klein and Augusten burroughs if 5 were an option.
How hilarious would that meal be!?

Hard not to be jealous

WOW! Watching Top 10 kitchens right now and i'm trying hard not to be green with envy. This color doesn't look that good on me but these are some pretty amazing kitchens and are attached to amazing homes to boot. I hope and wish that we make the right choices in life to get the life we dream of. We definitely don't need 7 ovens. Who does really but i'll take that build in coffee maker and the wine cellar. I'm just going to keep saying 'saving trend' because thats what we're in. We do buy still but we've been selling a lot of shit that we no longer need as well. OK, back to my jealousy.

Chadd Smith

I googled chadds name earlier and there are so many nonsensical postings from the Epic Movie he was in. You have to go a few pages in just to find anything else on him and believe me there is so much more. I wish there were some modeling links since thats what he does the most or at least links to dance clips of his. i'm loving the new clip on youtube in the dance battle against Miley Cyrus. It pretty much rocks and theres many awesome celebs, even Adam Sandler makes a cameo, the link is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA7dEWKAT7Y.

I will definitely be journaling about the wack ass comedy show we saw last night but now i gotta go shower and get ready to go to china town with chadd and forrest to buy bamboo and whatnots.

A new direction....

fact, no one reads this so instead of writing little stories or observations i'm going to journal. I love the idea of journaling but pen to paper is just to hard a this point. It's the computer era or it least it was a few eras ago and so with that in mind this is how i plan on recording my time spent. I really don't care to much who reads it but I guess I would prefer that my ex best friend doesn't read it just because she doesn't deserve to know about my life. Beyond that, whatever. I like the idea of our future kid having a window into her (yes HER but maybe him, who knows) parents life.
Today has been spend very domestically. How a saturday with the husband should be. Errands, buying moms mothers day cards, me laying by the pool while he plays oblivion. This game he's been playing for the last few weeks is actually not too bad. The music is nice, kinda gladiatorish and its not all shoot em up. Before chadd was up I fed my retail tooth and bought some adorable prints to put in the bathroom from Joom, off of Etsy.com, my new favorite website. I already got my dads fathers day present from there.
Tonight we are going with Emma and james to a comedy night that some guy from her gym is in, hopefully it doesn't suck. I feel like i want to look cute which would require me doing something with my hair, like straightening it and i'm soooo just not in the mood but emma puts in the effort so i guess i should too.
Other things to note as this is the first journal in awhile:
I just told chadd I will not give his finger a b.j. becuase thats something whores do. To which he replied, don't you want to be my whore? I mean, I spread willingly but whore is not a title i like to hold.
I'm reading "are you there vodka, it's me chelsea'. Good book, just for the funny factor. I feel like i would enjoy being her friend. So thats what i need to do, find a funny, sarcastic, crass friend who is loyal and extra points for being jewish. write it up.
And finally, sadly really, my sweet chadd has a funky burnt lip right now from this wickety wack job he did last week on the mountain that left him, mostly his lip, badly burnt and blistered. So much so that he had to cancel a fashion he had today much to the dismay of our bank account. Oh well, we are fully willing karma to not be a bitch and to make it up to us somehow soon. Worst of all is he could have been in Entourage because it filmed at my work on tuesday and I WAS IN IT! Doesn't come out till fall so we'll see if i'm actually in it or just a blur in the background. My monies on blur but whatevs it was fun.

it's because he's got SUCH a big nose!

and he's funny but really, Steve Carell and that nose. My god. He's funny but I think we as the coming public needed a 'real' person and he was the answer. Someone who looks like us, especially us jews. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the gods, the heavens and baby jesus for blessing me not with the Jewish nose. Back on subject, I'm on the fence as to weather the office british version or US version is funnier. I think NOW our version is funnier but I would laugh more if Randy Gervais was in charge.
I'd also like to confess that I'm addicted to Rock of love AND The Bachelor. I should just hang myself right now but I guarantee you this I will NEVER watch 'farmer wants a wife' OR 'paris hiltons best friends search'.

Pussy cat dogs....

Fashion week comes to LA but twice a year. I always try to make it to at least one of his shows but sometimes it's hard to get away from work if it's a day show but this year i totally made time especially since little twink sister was in town. She lurves fashion too and is studying PR so we thought of it as research for her future fabulousness. Drunken research it should be called because bitches can't behave when free drinks are at the helm and hotness is all around which means no food although a sweet security guard hooked us up with some snacky sandwiches; DON'T FEED THE MODELS!
The bitch of it was that after seeing the Monarchy Collection show - Chadd smashed it SEE:

we hung around to get into his PCDs show. He was just there as eyecandy which apparently is his new gig, whatevs. But once again they gave out too many tickets and therefore we were left boozing in the lobby. There is video on youtube of it though and it would have been a fun show to see because the Pussies themselves actually performed http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AB2ITnxz8c&feature=related

He also rocked the conscious clothing lines of Green Initiative and wore bamboo jeans. Now i wonder if that trend will catch on. It really seemed like having dance elements within a fashion show has caught on and I can't help but wonder if it had something to do with Justin Timbs fall 06 show for William Rast when he totally had awesome dancers open his fashion show. Anyways, check out Chadd mid dance move...





well that is my fashion week wrap up! Now work it you fierce-tranny-hotmesses, JUST KIDDING!

Dear Picci punkin head,

I just want to sniff you again. To tell you I'm sorry you found an open window and got out and mostly I'm sorry that you had no nails to protect yourself against whatever got you in the end. I cried myself to sleep for a week after you got out Picci.
I just got a call from my dad saying he thought he saw you again. After 4 years could you really be living on our street as someone elses pet. I couldn't relax after we hung up, him on his way to the neighbors house to see if it was you. To check if you had your front paw nails, the sign it would be you even if he couldn't remember exactly what your beautiful orange spots looked like. I called my mom and sister excitedly telling them you might still be alive. Trying to control my excitement in case it wasn't you but in my mind I was already buying a last minute ticket to get up there and see you. I was fantasyzing about touching you again and bringing you your old stuffed animal, belle mcowfry. Then I called for the 5th time to see if they were back from getting you and Paula said that she was sorry but it wasn't you. She help the cat and it had nails and it wasn't you, my dear Picci. Now I can't think of anything but you. I want you so bad and feel so let down that it wasn't you. You were my first pet, my security blanket after Reza and I broke up. You were my babygirl and you loved me too, I know you did, I could hear it in your coo's to me. My sweet Picci-jones...