Great Expectations

Only two folks in this whole wide world get me. There's Pammy, of course. And then there's Beans. Pictured: Beans showcasing puppy dog eyes in hopes of landing a half-eaten Sour Patch Kid.

Spinster City

Received a care package in the mail from my dear cousin, Jen. I think she's worried about me, but she needn't be. Enclosed: a cupcake recipe book, a cute magnet, gummivites (!!!), and a copy of the book, "The Bridal Wave-A Survival Guide to the Everyone-I-Know-Is-Getting-Married Years." Huh. A must-read!

An excerpt from the introduction written by co-author, Valerie:
"This book is not about getting a man, keeping a man, or marrying a man. This is about keeping the crazies in check." Hmm. Is she referring to me? True, everyone around me seems to be getting married, and true, I've been living in fear of the fact that I just might die alone--or worse, be eaten by Beans. Rrright. I think I better start gobbling this shit down.

We Believe!

The Golden State Warriors kicked some Dallas Mavericks ass this evening. Woot-woot!

A Real "Weiner"

My very best friend at work, the chick who's flare-impaired, is leaving the company. She's on to bigger and better things and I'm genuinely so very happy for her. Yet so very sad for me. Then again, I too will be leaving months from now...

Objects of Desire

Drew Barrymore. (I know, I know. I'm a chick. She's a chick. But she's People Magazine's Most Beautiful Chick. Er, Person.); A championship for the Golden State Warriors (Going to Game 4. Woot-woot!); Anya Hindmarch's "I am not a Plastic Bag" bag; Dim sum (T minus 50 hours. I'm going. *Still* celebrating Mr.Debs' birthday. That boy is milking it.); A life in New York City (An old friend just bought a place of his very own there. Though I love the Bay Area, not a day goes by that I don't miss the Big Apple.); Finally, Red Vines (Even Beans likes 'em.)

That's What Friends Are For

Pammy and I spent an hour browsing through wedding gowns, bridesmaid dresses and engagement rings on-line late last night. No engagements here, but we don't care!

I'm a Goober

When paired with coffee and/or orange juice, bran muffins induce a seemingly endless supply of poop. Say what? Yes, you heard me. An endless supply of poop. Me so gross. Pammy and I had ourselves two huge muffins at the Wynn this past weekend in Vegas. We were there in celebration of Mr. Debs' 29th birthday. Good times!

Sigh(s) of Relief

The Warriors have made it to the play-offs!
My Crackberry is back up and working!
And finally, my taxes are DONE!

Good Morning

Weekend in LA turned out to be great fun. Spotted another "somebody"--director Brett Ratner outside of Neiman Marcus on Wilshire--on my last day. Was able to meet lots of bright, fun, ambitious, and *gasp* genuinely kind people due to the UCLA events and am now really looking forward to spending the next two years studying in SoCal.

I hear that UCLA Anderson prints a weekly paper/newslette. Wonder if it's got a comic strip. If not, I'm going to start one. It'd have to be relevant to b-school, of course. A "Dilbert"-esque strip... Hmm, think I can handle a weekly. Strip title suggestions?

Caught up with an old friend for lunch and then met many others at Oakland Colliseum to catch an evening basketball game. Warriors vs. Mavericks. Warriors won last night's game and are now one step away from making play-offs. Go team! Good times.

"It Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5 is so damn catchy.

Gone Hollywood

Landed in La-la-land last night and had dinner at "Ago" with college pals Sophie and Kathy. Spotted Michael Vartan (of "Alias" and "Never Been Kissed" fame), Helen Mirren's hubby aka the director of "Ray" (forgot his name), and get this, haha, Tara Reid. She's surprisingly TALL and her artificially enhanced breasts? Massive.

Am in SoCal attending "Anderson Days" -- a series of events hosted by UCLA's b-school in hopes to sell its program to those admitted. The events kick-off today... And I'm feeling soooo nervous! What if no one likes me?

Impressed Much?

"Look Ma! No hands!" Pammy and me with M&Ms and Red Vines shoved up our flares.

Sunshine of My Life

No more cones!

Been There, Done That

Spring Blooms

Tough Cookie

Happy Easter

Me: Silly puppy, Trix, er- eggs are for kids!
Beans: Grr.

On the Playground

I imagine Beans will have much to share with his puppy play group on Monday. "Hey guys! Did you hear? I got 'tutored'!"

Empathy

Testicles

Beans clearly wants his back. And if that's not doable, he'll settle for the removal of his "e.collar" ("e" for Elizabethan). Did I mention that his collar is clear?!

If You Want Something Done...

Do it yourself! I buy myself flowers from the farmer's market every week. Beans accompanies me on these unusually long walks. This past week: Ranunculus with two anemone stems.

Scoot Over

I sold my bed via Craigslist to a nice girl moving from Arizona. She came by to pick it up this morning--leaving me with no place to sleep until my new bed, my new QUEEN-sized bed arrives this coming Saturday. In the meantime, I plan to bunk with Beans. I wonder if he'd mind.