Dear Santa:

All I really want for Christmas is an itty-bitty Bible so I can hold it close to my itty-bitty Heart.

Hope you like itty-bitty cookies, I'll have some waiting for you.

Love,
Marcia

A Letter to My Boss

Dear Sir:

I have decided to join the writers union on strike until the following demands are met:

-We want a larger percent of all profits made through online sales of the magazine and its articles.
-We want a larger percent of all profits made through DVD sales and iTunes downloads.
-We want a percent of all profits made through all online material.

Until these demands are met, we will be downstairs picketing in front of our in-house cafe.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

-marcia

How I Lost my Second Jars of Clay Self-Titled Album

Someone stole it from my car.
When they stole my stereo that surrounded it.
While I was parked at the Metro parking lot.
Because I was trying to be wise about saving money and the environment.

I don't think vacation to Seattle tomorrow could have come at a better time.... I'm so ready to get away and hang out with Geoff and see new places and not think about what will go wrong with my dumb car next. Hello rainyness, goodbye sunshine... I need a break.

If you plan on attending one of the dates on the PAGES tour, starring Shane & Shane, Bebo Norman and newcomer Alli Rogers, might I suggest bringing along your "poison" of choice to play a drinking game to the word/country Tanzania.

If you've seen the show, you know.

And if you haven't, you'll thank me later.

Words you should be saying in order to be so LA (a tutorial)

Positive exclamations:

• Rad (replaces cool)
  
• Fabulous (don't just say "great"--take it up a notch)
  
• Amazing (Drag out the second "a" for emphasis)

How to describe someone that has problems, especially celebrities:

• Hot Mess
• Jacked up

Words not to say unless you are Posh Spice (Becks and Posh are so last month):

• Major
  

How to greet a room, especially if your name is Flava Flav

• What's Up Biiitcheeesss?
  

Thanks Snoop ...

for your forthcoming (albeit forced) community service efforts!

We look forward to cleaner beaches!




















And cleaner water! Mmm... delish!














You know how we like it here Snoop.... oh yeah.

~ Here's to you, Snoop! ~

ahhhh my eyes.... i need some eyebleach like now.

--> click here <--

it's like CCM p*rn.

I am so lucky to work with such amazing and fun people. I've only been here a few months, but my department just instantly accepted me into their world.

I've been working at home one day a week so I can get some writing done. One of the girls told me yesterday that she hates this "writing day business" as she doesn't like it when I'm gone. Isn't that so sweet? That is just astounding to me.

I really enjoy skipping the commute one day a week--three hours a day really takes its toll. I also enjoy being able to get down to business and get a bunch of writing done without interruptions. But, I wouldn't want to work from home more than one day a week as I miss the laughter and love in our office. It's so unique to work with people who say they pray for you or will pray for you and they really mean it--it's not just an excuse to get up on the latest gossip. But, also a group of people that laughs and are just real people going through real stuff.

I feel so blessed, that God really placed me with this group of people. I hope everyone gets the opportunity to work with people that you can just totally be yourself around and they love you for who you are.

Percentage of Women who Visited the Dentist or Dental Clinic within the Past Year, 2006














Do they not have teeth in Guam?

I like that when I Google "The OC," one of the top 10 hits is for The OC Supertones.

Rock.

I am working at It's a Grind coffee house today since they have free Wi-Fi and I'm trying to get some writing/researching done. I was diving into my e-mail, when a lady in nurse scrubs plopped down next to me. As her friend ordered, she proceeded to pluck her eyebrows. At the table. After she finished up, she quite smoothly transitioned to another chair leaving her friend to take the hairy spot.

Can I get an ICK?

It's also been cool to watch the staff in here. They are so friendly to everyone that comes in, and it's obvious that many people return daily due to the staff. Comments like "How was your trip?" and "Wow you are here late!" and "Do you enjoy working in the sun, it must be so nice!" make people feel welcome and valued. They have fun joking behind the counter, but are also attentive to customers. Quite impressively, they don't get annoyed with customers less familiar with the chain. They explain the sizes, the shots, the ingredients without issue or annoyance.

It struck me that this is what church should be like to its "customers." What if regulars were greeted by name and asked about recent activities and routines? What if newcomers were gently coached in how things work, while making them feel welcome and making them want to become a regular? That would create a pretty cool dynamic where people would feel a strong sense of connection to God's people. Rad.

We just lived through the hottest Labor Day on record with temperatures reaching into the 100s on Monday... We spent the weekend hopping from the ocean water, to South Coast Plaza, to Starbucks, to Sports Authority, to Barnes & Noble, to Sam's Club ... and to McDonalds when we really got desperate. I am seriously not used to the lack of AC, but am glad that we pretty much made it through the summer with only these truly scorcher days.

Thank GOD the weather is cooling off today, I hope this brings us right into the fall. :)

It's the moment we've been waiting for all year ...

The pumpkin spice latte is BAAACK!

Happy Thanksgiving one and all!

My friend Erika came to visit this weekend. It was so fun to see a familiar face and get to introduce her to my new West coast life. E-train was one of my first friends in O-town--Adrian decided we should be friends, and so we were. E would sometimes stay with me on the weekends cuz she lived far away and always had to come back to L.M. for stuff, so it was just like old times--a grown-up sleepover if you will. :) We walked on my beach, ate at Yardhouse with Geoff and got our digits done. I <3 $25 mani/pedis with Janet Jackson blaring on the flat screen. ahh yeah, it doesn't get any better than that. :)

Grace is ...

going to the doctor and to Wal-Mart in the same day and still retaining your sanity. This, my friends, is nothing short of a miracle.

After weeks of silently dreading my forthcoming birthday, I actually had a really great day. My friends at work greeted me with birthday wishes, and we had Cheesecake Factory dessert in the afternoon. They even sang birthday wishes while I bopped along. Geoff sent me 3 dozen (!) roses to work--so many in fact that I had enough to have a bundle at work and a bouquet at home to enjoy. He took me to dinner at the place where we had our first-or-second date (depending which one of us you ask) and got me the most magnanimous pink corduroy laptop bag EVER. It's stunning, so BACK OFF ladies and uh guys ... it's mine. ;-) I talked to friends/family, got MySpace attention and eCards... I'm so thankful that God has blessed me with such great people that surround me from So Cal to Central Florida. I will look back on this birthday with fond memories... it's my last one afterall. :)

Uh yeah so tip for life #217: Don't put artichoke down the garbage disposal.

Not being one that ever ate artichoke until this year, and not being one that grew up having a disposal ... I thought I would grind up the leftover leaves slowly/running lots of water, since I've noticed other people like to run lots of water/that seems to do the trick. Then, I wouldn't have stinky garbage tomorrow. Genius right? Yeah. Not so much.

The disposal's plan was to grind it all into stringy bits, adequately backing up the sink and the disposal itself. So, Geoff-the-amazing-boyfriend got to spend his evening cleaning up my error, stinking his hand in the sink and taking the plumbing apart trying to fix it.

Ack. :-(
I feel terrible. And terribly lucky to have him.

I only had to work four hours today (YAY ME!), so I made my way to Hollywood this afternoon and saw the Kodak Theater, which is next door to a poshy posh mall (you could jump up from the Emmy's and go to BCBG and be back in your seat by the end of the commercial break) and Grumman Chinese Theater, which is super small--the one at MGM is way bigger. It was also weird that scary Mickey Mouse and half-ass Darth Vader were wandering around, but were unaffiliated with the theater. Still can't figure that one out. But at any rate, it was cool to see something LA!

But what really stuck out is what I predict will be the new IT drink--D*lush. Dude. I should have invented this place. I mean first of all their name sounds like "Delish," which I practically invented (with Amander), but the bases of the operation is you can get any drink as a SLUSH. And you know how I love all things slush/frozen. GENIUS. Plus they use "rock" in their advertising. I think it's from Japan or something. And the guy behind the counter looked like Lenny Kravitz. The end.

When you've lost it, you've lost it

After my last doctor debacle, I called my new dentist's office to confirm I actually had an appointment for a cleaning after work today. I called the office 10 times (uhh starting to get nervous), and finally got someone to answer the phone without hanging up on me ... and SCORE! I did indeed have an appointment at the office where I made the appointment.

The bus came quickly and dropped me off right in front of the office. Well. Not so much an office as a ghetto-ghetto strip mall. The dentist was located next door to a Thai Massage place that kept its blinds closed. Yeah. One of my co-workers recommended this doc, so I crossed my fingers and persevered inside.

I signed in and the staff was pleasant enough. However, while I was waiting for 20 minutes or so, there was a child roller skating in the waiting room. skating. waiting room. round and round he went. I wanted to trip him, but was mostly concerned he was going to run over my toes. His mom just watched him go. round and round. back and forth.

I was called back to the room, and seated in the dreaded chair; sports played on the 13-inch TV in front of me. The dentist immediately sat down beside me to review the paperwork I filled out. I am more accustomed to the hygienist making the initial appearance and the dentist poking around later, but I thought that maybe this guy is nice and wants to meet new patients.

Ahhh but the surprise is on me... He is a dentist SLASH hygienist. Yep. He does his own cleanings, and the handy assistant simply sucks all possible moisture out of my mouth.

Now for those of you that have thought, like I, "WHY does the dentist get paid the big bucks to poke-poke and they are done?? Why do they even bother showing up when you don't have a cavity?" Well let me tell you ... be so very thankful you have a separate hygienist because this was the most violent, bloody teeth cleaning of my life. I literally had to close my eyes because I couldn't stand to see all the blood the assistant chick was sucking away. He even managed to make the polishing part hurt, jamming the polish firmly into my recently mutilated gums.

After he was done, he abruptly left and the assistant handed me a dixie cup of water and told me to take it to the bathroom to rinse and spit in order to get the polish off my teeth.

Huh?

Yes. I walked down the hall with 2 ounce Dixie cup in hand to the grossest gas station-esque bathroom you can imagine to spit where many had spit before me because apparently they have no silver water squirter and no sink beside the dental chair.

After paying, I hopped on the bus and immediately took some Advil for my severely enflamed gums. I thought about calling someone but realized that I didn't think I could talk without causing further pain so... I transferred to the train and took a nap and mentally crossed yet another LA doctor off my list. I really should start some sort of service where I can make some money off of my bad fortune... I could call it Lemonade Referrals (making lemonade out of lemons... get it??).

Soooo .... Anyone know a good dentist? :)

We walked down to the beach to soak up some rays this afternoon (with our SPF 30--thou shalt not commit the sin of looking like a lobster two times in one season). There's something about getting some sun, hearing the waves crash and relaxing on the sand next to the sweetest boy in all the land that just makes everything better.

The doctor will {not} see you now

I have had drama on top of drama in trying to get set up with a doctor upon moving here. I knew it wasn't going to be easy--living 90 minutes from where you work has it's own special brand of issues. But, the very first allergy doctor I chose in a good city near-ish my office had a sign that wasn't so much in English. The office itself looked more like elementary school portables, and the receptionist was channeling the mom on My Big Fat Greek Wedding, only she topped off her red bra with a white T-shirt. classy. The real icing came when she told me my insurance apparently wasn't going to cover the visit, so it was pretty much a waste of time/money since I wasn't going to pay for testing out of pocket. The doctor's appointment finished up in time for rush hour traffic to hit, so I got to hang out in the town for 2 hours before getting home at 8 p.m. All for a non-visit.

After a month of gathering info/going between my current employer's HR and my former employer's insurance... I finally gained coverage for pre-existing conditions.

So I tried again. I made an appointment to get established with a general physician, this time in the town I live. I can get my allergy meds filled, and I can be in their system should I ever get sick. If the doctor seemed component, I could ask for suggestions on an allergy specialist.

My plan: To leave work at 2:30 to make it to my appointment by 4. This should not be a problem--it should have taken a good hour to get there. But, on this given day, public transportation was running like molasses and I showed up for my appointment almost 30 minutes late. To find out that the doctor was not even in the office that day. Yep. They scheduled me at an office in a different town and just kind of forgot to mention it.

They took me to the office manager (eh?) and she told me no one could see me. As I gulped back tears to tell her I left work at 2:30 and traveled two hours to get there, the only solution she could offer was to come back the following Saturday. She was kind, and did all she could. And I am thankful that for Try No. 3, I won't have to beg time off work. Again.

It's funny how the Chinese Water Torture of something that should be so simple can just make you feel absolutely trampled. I hate asking time off work to go to non-doctor's appointments. I hate trying to pick a doctor from an insurance list when you don't know if they are qualified or rude ... or even going to be in their office that day. It reminds me how out of control of any given situation that I am. My mom asked me if I'd been praying for patience, and if so, maybe I should stop. :)

Sometimes you just want something simple to BE simple ... I desperately need a lovely, relaxing, simple weekend. Deep breath .... and proceed.

It seems like some sort of a joke that our missionary prayer family of the week is from ... Kazakhstan.

hahahahahahahahaha

Imagine my surprise this morning when the Los Angeles news anchor informed me that I had just moved from one of CNN Money Best Places to Live in the U.S. A top five city in fact.

Looks like the only way I can trump the luxe life I had in Lake Mary (a super safe newer area of Orlando that had everything from a mall to a new theater to any restaurant under the sun within 10 minutes) is to move to Wisconsin. Or wicked-awesome New Hampshire. hmph.

Just in case anyone is interested....

FS: 2 Buffalo hides, each tanned w/ hair, $700 each obo. Tea cup and registered Toy Australian Sheppard puppies. Excellent used restaurant equipment. New camper shell for a small Ranger-type pickup, used once, $150. 7,000 piece record collection, $700 (an eBay type steal). Call 673-4584 or 752-0494.

To try to prevent this blog from being overtaken with stories of the drama and mystique that occurs on my daily commute, I started a new blog for all that might enjoy sharing in my misery ... err joy. :)

MetroTales.blogspot.com

My wrist

Well, I maneuvered two new busses and made it to the worker's comp doctor.

After a 2 hour wait-wait-wait, I learned I don't have carpal tunnel, so that's great. The doc said that people don't really get carpal tunnel from typing, that is a myth (really? I bet those people that had the surgery are surprised but anyways ...).

He said I am super weak and need to lift weights at the gym. However, the thing you squeeze to measure your grip was not working properly, so I'm not sure how he could properly assess this. I went ahead and asked him if that meant I could go to the gym on company time. :-) He was non-amused. :-(

He also said that I was to take a 10 second break every 10 minutes and get out of my chair to stretch. Every 50 minutes, I need to not work at the computer for 10 minutes.

Yeah ... about that ....

I'm not so sure how one goes about accomplishing anything in a day with this sort of strict break schedule, but he wants me to come back to see how I'm doing so ... I'm trying to stretch more and take my hand off the mouse when pages are loading.

It's good to know my muscles are just being isolated/that I'm not moving around enough, and I don't have permanent damage. yay! Plus, my coworkers can have cause to believe that I really am certifiable, what with all the jumping out of my chair several times per hour. Rock.

And on that note, it's time for a stretch break ...

For my fellow scrapbookers

My Nashville-by-way-of-California friend Jeanette just launched an amazing Scrapbook site you have to check out: www.scrapinstyletv.com. As my friend Brittany so eloquently put it--her samples make you want to throw away everything you've ever done and steal her templates. Yep, it's that rad. :)

I don't think Geoff believes I really scrapbook since I haven't managed to pull out my infinite supply of Scrapbooking Awesome since I've moved... But, I think Jeanette has inspired me. I might have to finally put his mind at ease and take over my living room with die-cuts, stickers, Xyron machines and fabulous paper in all shapes and sizes compliments of the best paper cutter ever...

Today our Bible study group helped fix up a house that was seriously run-down. So run-down in fact that they had been fined by the city and were going to be fined again if they didn't make the mandatory repairs in a certain amount of time. And let me tell you, this was not a house in Cool Springs or Lake Mary types of neighborhood... It was really sad to see the house in such a state, and we could only wonder how those people came to that point. So, we primed and painted and laughed and drank (water) and had a great time together serving God by serving Others.
Hooray for fun California peeps that are willing to give up a Saturday to help some people out that we don't even know. You guys rock.

How come it is when you are having the worst of worst days, your friends live 2,573 miles away and the coffee machine decides to spray coffee at you like a sprinkler, spraying allllll down the side of your light-colored pants? To cap off the day, I'm supposed to go to the ghetto clinic to have my wrist checked for carpal tunnel (Baby's first Worker's Comp). I can hardly wait for the insanity that will no doubt befall me in that waiting room.

I guess it's just one of those rains-it-pours (coffee down the side of your pants) kind of days.

Wah.

Only in LA can you rent, at the public library, Borat and Sex & the City, season six, on DVD--which of course nestled between Doris Day flicks and The Sound of Music. Tax dollars at work ...

Gotta love it.

My director got an iPhone over the weekend.
So far, he said the email doesn't work as well as a Blackberry so he is somewhat nonplussed.
The video screen looks as amazing as promised and it is impressively thin...
Stay tuned for more glitches in the beta iPhone!

After months of Blockbuster touting its Total Access plan that brilliantly gives the company an obvious advantage over NetFlix by allowing customers to exchange movies in store at no cost, the video rental giant has already lost the plot. In a marketing blunder that will undermine their own Total Access advertising campaign, Blockbuster has undercut NetFlix by $1 in a Blockbuster By Mail plan that doesn't allow the in-store exchange.

Is it really worth the confusion and complaints this idea will surely bring in order to undercut NetFlix by a buck? hmmm...

For those that have been up nights wondering .... I work 2.7 miles from where Paris is in jail. I'll be sure to send her your love when I stop by to say hello on my way home.

You have the night light, the umbrella and the matching purse ... Now see the movie.

So apparently you can now buy wedding dresses online at ... Target.

Target is attempting to revolutionize the bridal and fashion industry by offering a variety of wedding dresses for less than $200 on its Web site. The experiment is part of the "cheap chic" trend, which has many Americans expecting high-quality design at a low cost. --Chicago Tribune

And can I just add...

"Do you even know what 'off the rack' means?!?" --Monica Geller

There has been much news hype about the latest energy drink, Cocaine, and it's controversial name. The makers, Redux, have finally decided to pull it from the shelf and package it under a new name (TBD).

But the best quote comes from a CBS News report:

"Of course, we intended for Cocaine energy drink to be a legal alternative the same way that celibacy is an alternative to premarital sex," Ivey said. "It's not the same thing and no one thinks it is. Our product doesn't have any cocaine in it. No one thinks that it does. We think it is most likely legal in the United States to ship our product."

WHAT? Cocaine the energy drink is like saving sex for marriage??

Junkie to Cocaine beverage consumer: "I see you're practicing abstinence."
Consumer: "Yeah. I really just want to wait until that special shipment comes along. It will all be worth it in the end."

I'm still laughing.

Bundled minutes are so last year...

Top uses of cell phone:

1. To check the time
2. Text messaging

(In a recent teen study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited and reported in da news.)

The ride of my life

While I'm on an honesty kick ... bus drivers scare me. A lot.

There is the bus driver that twirls his hand in the air as he drives like he is conducting an orchestra and stomps his foot in what I can only assume is some sort of OCD. There was the bus driver that yelled at everyone that was getting on the bus to "HURRY UP, come on come on!!" As if he was in a timed race. And paid by the customer. There was the one that was eating a full course meal on their lap while they drove. There was the day a bus driver I get regularly recognized me (Screech ... this makes me a commuter and a Bus Person. Ack.) ...

But yesterday really took the cake.

In general, I've noticed that the bus driver rule is to honk when you run yellow-to-red lights. Yes. They simply honk as they are holding up traffic to race through the intersection. (Does this rule apply to me? If I would have honked while running the red light would I have avoided that lovely "Welcome to California" $400 ticket?)

But this driver's mantra had to be "honk early, honk often." He honked at least twice per block ... and I was on the bus for 20 minutes. That, my friends, is a LOT of honking. I started paying attention, trying to figure out what he was honking about--were there cars around? Not necessarily. Pedestrians flinging themselves in front of the bus unknowingly? Not that I saw.

But, what really threw him into a honking fit was the Time Warner cable guy. After about 20 honks, he finally got the Time Warner guy's attention, who was waiting at the light in the lane next to us. He then proceeded to ask the guy how he could get cable in his house! "How do I get the cable to my downtown home?" Uhhh... Yeah. I think they have a phone number and a Web site for that. I mean, did he expect Time Warner van man to say "Oh let me follow you there now? I'm sure your passengers won't mind."

The somewhat tense "why is this guy honking like a maniac??" bus erupted in laughter... and when the light turned that first hint of green, off he zoomed to continue his honking rampage.

I invented the piano key necktie ... what have YOU done, Derek?

Confessions: I think Zoolander is hysterical. While living in Florida, it was one of my top-quoted movies ... and now that I've moved to California, I made Geoff watch the movie (almost immediately--stuff was still in boxes) and have sucked him into the quotability. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm a terrible influence.

But, for those of you that are also fans ... you can only imagine my reaction when I went to Starbucks (yes, the one at the laundromat) this morning and they asked me if I'd like to try an Orange Mocha Frappuccino!!

I literally burst out laughing. I mean ... the reason the model-slash-actors-and-not-the-other-way-around ordered them is that it was SO ridiculous and SO disgusting, right?? Just to check myself, I Googled Orange Mocha Frappuccino and all references were to Zoolander, NOT an actual beverage.

But I really have to hand it to Starbucks for coming out with this drink (about five years too late--hello missed cross-promotional opportunity) ... I mean, I can't think of a better beverage to have in my hand if I were to die from a sudden freak gasoline fight incident.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, ............
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis
more reliable than my own meandering experience.

(Geoff and I learned this one the hardway this weekend... we went to Huntington Beach on a nice, not so hot today ... and got fried. I put some sunscreen on, but the back of my legs are lobster-riffic; Geoff got hit even worse. It is now Monday night and my legs are still swollen/hurts to walk... he can barely move. Please post your sympathies.... now.)

Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

-Baz Luhrman

Why I heart Geoff

He buys me .39 Taco Seasoning Mix from Rite-Aid.


How affordable is that?

A short review of Spiderman III

It's sure good to see Lowell Mather from Wings finding work these days.
It's too bad he resorted to blowing everything away though.



Overall, two thumbs up.

Would you rather...

• Stay home when you are sick/haven't slept the night before, but roast all day in an apartment with no AC when it's 90 degrees out

- or -

• Prop yourself up at your desk at work where there is AC

Achoooooo!
And ugh.

This morning on the news they were carrying on about how much humidity we were going to have today... And then, with as much disbelief as they could muster, the morning news crew let us know that we were going to have 14% humidity today.

Wait a minute ... 14%!?!? Give me a freaking break. I have more humidity than that in my little finger.

Move to Florida where we have over 100% humidity (how is that possible? Isn't 100% raining? I am still unclear on the aerodynamics of that one), then we will talk.

Tour guide for Jesus

Our Bible Study is going through 40 Days of Community, Rick Warren's latest ...

This week, we were talking about evangelism and trying to be intentional about sharing our faith. One guy mentioned the fear that I think we all have (I know I have), that someone will ask a question we don't have the answer to. How will we represent God well if we can't be super-Christian and have a biblically based response for any doubt our potential convert might have?

One of the girls in our group made a simple but profound observation: We aren't tour guides for Jesus. We are on the journey too. And that's okay.

Isn't that so true? It isn't our job to make God look good (I don't really think he needs our help--he is God, creator of the universe), and we shouldn't feel like we need to know all of God's statistics and lifetime achievements. It's okay to be real and honest and tell people we don't know something, to tell them we'd like to research that/look into it and would love to talk about it again later.

It's such a relief really... to realize we can be completely honest with people and not try to have a PR spin on something as important as God and eternity.

Why do we always try to make things so hard? :)

Trend Alert.

Cupcakes are so en vogue right now.

Apparently they are no longer for four-year-olds' birthday parties anymore. Oh no.
There are now shops sent up exclusively for the sake of the wonder that is the cupcake. In fact, the Hollywood glitteratti are known to pay $4 a pop for cupcakes with imported ingredients from Europe at Sprinkles in Beverly Hills. It's Oprah's favorite afterall. And I have to admit ... they are delish.

We have The Frosted Cupcakery in Long Beach, a tiny shop with only a display case of the flavors-of-the-day. So exclusive in fact, that they just close up shop on Mondays and Tuesdays. (I mean, who eats cupcakes on Mondays and Tuesdays?!? You are obviously so last year.) And while you are there, don't forget a Pupcake for Sparky...

Okay cupcakes factories, I put in a good word for ya ... now where's my chocolate-covered kick-back? :)

Today the illegal immigrants were having a march in downtown LA, so that meant all the public transportation was jacked up. Specifically, all the public transportation *I* needed to take was jacked up.

Thankfully one of the girls in my office lives in the same town as me and was willing to drive in
with me. I grabbed Rupert the GPS and we were off... ("Right turn ahead" "Thank you, Rupert")

On the way home, we were in the midst of about eight lanes of all but dead locked
traffic and she said "Okay up here it's going to get congested."

"Is it not congested here?"

"OH no, this is good! We are actually moving a little bit."

Oh.

I think I'll stick with the train.

Dear Firefox,

Thanks for your concern about my career and marriage and your offer to clean up my computer. Wow! I would think that perhaps not looking at adult sites would be a better option, but I appreciate you being there for me none-the-less.

Heart,
-marcia

After quitting cold turkey (not necessarily by choice mind you), I am back in the saddle again.

That's right. I went to the mall yesterday for the first time since the beginning of March. EEK!

We went to South Coast Plaza in Costa Mesa and it was like Christmas-crazy there. Barely able to navigate our way between aisles, thanks in part to a flower spectacular that was occurring in the main walkways (what??), we only visited a small, small part of the mall and were so worn out ...

My only purchase was a protective case for my new MacBook (loves it) and lunch--the best Thai pizza of my life at CPK ASAP. yummers.

Man, I am falling down on my shopping duties! How is that possible now that I'm in the epicenter of all that is material??

It's people like this that give Marcia's everywhere a bad name.

Hmph.

I was on the bus today with a guy who was on the phone, talking loud and proud for all to hear.

His fav words were:

Studio
Sweet girl
Head shot
Tight pants
Studio
Video
I made (insert anything television related) what it is
Studio

Dear client/sweet girl:
If your agent rides the bus in a city that is allll about image ....
Get a new agent.

The end.
-marcia