1. I’ve had a bad case of blogger’s block the past few weeks…my apologies to all my blog buddies for not getting around to see you as often as I would like. A big part of it is that I haven’t had a real weekend in months. I’ve been keeping the roads and skies hot, of course, and just haven’t had a whole lot of free time. This weekend wasn’t much better, as I had to go help Honey move into a new office, plant flowers and mulch in the front yard, clean the house, wash the car, and though the weekend started with no plans, ended up with dinner engagements every night. I did, however, manage a few hours laying by the pool to work on my tan.
2. The outlaws are coming! Bonnie and Clyde will be here for almost a week starting Wednesday. Clyde was recently let go from his job of almost four decades, and is being courted by a competitor. So, they will be shacking up at our Plastic Palace until next Tuesday while he takes a tour of the company’s southeastern division. Fortunately, they rarely provide much food for the blog, so it should be relatively drama free.
3. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I was watching that banal show “I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here!” last week. If we required truth in advertising, it would be called “I’m a Has Been or a Never Was, Glue that Camera to Me!” Seriously, what did Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag do to be famous? In 30 minutes they managed to work my nerves to the point that I will turn off the TV if I ever see either of their faces on the screen again. As they might say back home, they are both just “eat up with themselves.”
4. And while we are talking about celebrities…it’s almost a daily occurrence that a Hollywood starlet lets a boob fall out, wears something disastrous, or shows us her baby maker, but the men of Hollywood rarely have such wardrobe malfunctions. One of my coworkers and I indulge in the guilty pleasure of looking through photos of stars on the red carpet. And the following picture of Ryan Reynolds, taken at the premiere of “The Proposal” with Sandra Bullock, begs the question “Don’t these folks have people to help them with their wardrobes? Like, making sure they are wearing proper undergarments?”
5. I had dinner with some friends/old clients last night. Five or six years ago, they purchased a small, tumble-down house on the best street in town, and I designed their renovation. (Well, we call it a renovation, but in reality, all that we saved were three walls, a fireplace, and the original interior doors). This couple has spent their married life fixing up, building, or remodeling homes, only to get “the itch” and start the process all over. At any rate, they asked if my house were “all done.” And I’m sad to say that after almost four years in this house, NO! There are rooms that are still builder white. The guest room still has the original light fixture that looks like a giant lighted breast implant, and every piece of furniture is sitting exactly where the movers put it four years ago. Sure, there’s been a lot done, but you’d think I’d be a little more creative with my own place, wouldn’t you?