Happy Birthday Kirk Cameron!

So this photo has been circulating around the web.  Kirk has turned 41!  Go Kirk!

A lot of people think this photo is “sad”…but I think the only sad thing about it, is that I don’t see any presents on the table for him, and maybe a bigger cake and a pizza would’ve been a nicer touch….and maybe a keg or some vodka for the Birthday boy and a stripper.

Here’s a totally awesome link with more Birthday guest options photoshopped in:


Don’t hate too much people…Cameron has his own webseries and is totally bff with the Lord.  AND he seems pretty darn happy for being a Hollywood child star survivor.  I spent two years in Los Angeles and came back an f’ing basket case…We only hear about the people who don’t survive the Hollywood trenches…so it’s kind of nice that Kirk’s happy…(even though I think it’s messed up he didn’t invite Alan Thicke or Tracey Gold or any other of his castmates to his wedding…and obviously this birthday party.)

Whatever happened to this dude?






Officially Over Missoni for Target…

Well it was certainly exciting when everyone and their mom wanted to get a piece of the Missoni for Target action and caused the website to crash, and caused chaos in Target’s all over the nation…kind of similar to when I really wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid when I was a child.  It was exciting wanting one…then once actually GETTING one, it was great and all (until my uncle told me that my Cabbage Patch Kid was possessed by an evil demon, then I didn’t want it anymore), and then of course, once you have something…you really may not want it as much as you thought.

I was a sucker for the Missoni items, and bought a few of them on Ebay that were marked up two to three times of the original price. One being a “blanket”…a BABY blanket…that the seller on ebay kind of neglected to mention.  This baby blanket barely covers my lap and it’s too thick to be a scarf…this one woman wrote an inspirational blog about how she turned this very same style of baby blanket into a DRESS…(I have a feeling more than one blanket was involved in the crafting of it.)

Ever buy a dress or a shirt you really like, then you go out and see half of the city wearing the same thing…then suddenly you don’t like it anymore?  Well that’s kind of what happened with Missoni for Target.  I am sick of my dress and seeing it on everyone and their sister…it’s going up on Ebay.

Also, when I went to Target today…there were no Missoni items to be found except some chipped picture frames…and some framed Missoni tiles that were selling for $35 a pop.  How sad.

Falling into Fall…and the dreaded phone number scam 801-742-8160…

Yeah…I’m dreaming of the lovely autumn weather in New York City that is absolutely beautiful with the leaves changing colors, crisp fall walks in the park, and all of the Pumpkin products being resurrected for this magical season.  Sadly, that Richard Gere and Winona Ryder film, I think being called something like “Autumn in New York”, is a bit cheesy, but perhaps with some recasting it could be something a little more magical.

There is simply nothing like Fall in New York, and being able to stroll down the street in that in-between jacket that you break out directly after the winter, and then once again, just in time for the chilly brisk days.

Autumn in New York is similar to what I’d refer to as winter in Los Angeles…except in Los Angeles, I rarely see any falling leaves…and being in LA has sense of discombolulation with seasons….the weather is lovely…but a little blizzard would be nice to shake things up.

Yeah…this entry is a doozy isn’t it.  Writers block is a bitch…more to come…slowly and surely getting inspired.  In a perfect world, I could go to Central Park, plop myself down with the laptop and MAKE myself write obsessively, wear an adult diaper to avoid any interruptions…ahhh….I probably won’t wear the diaper.

Next Blog:

Get this…have you been getting harassed by a telemarketer calling from this number 801-742-8160?  They don’t abide by the do-not call list regulations…they’ve been calling me for almost a year for the love of God.

Well I can tell you how to make them stop.

More on that next blog in the next few days.

Don’t miss me too much.


What Are the Odds? Breaking a Toe TWICE in a year..

Well…it appears as if I’ve been slowed down once again from running around.  I broke my toe AGAIN for the second time this year!  By simply stumbling into the side of my dog’s cage.  I’m badly bruised, worse than last time…but it’s far less painful than it was…I’ve been off of my feet doing R.I.C.E. and even more bizarre is that my fiance broke his toe less than 24 hours after, by stumbling in the exact same spot…his is far worse..dislocated and broken.  What are the odds?  We are TOEtally in love.

I’ve been watching “Sister Wives” on Netflix while I’ve been confined to laying down.  It’s an interesting show..but it has been giving me nightmares-as I nap, I keep having dreams about Kody and his wives (no, not sexual dreams) but really weird realistic dreams, where I’m interviewing them for a magazine column and we’re all having lunch…What does this symbolize?  I do not know.

This picture makes me uncomfortable.

I do think the show could benefit from having a stylist come in and give everyone a makeover…there’s a lot of potential in that house.

More eventually…

Starbucks…Fool me Once, Shame on You…Fool me Twice, Shame on ME?…

For starters, this post is NOT intended for ANYONE at the Starbucks that I frequent the most…although lately I’ve been “wandering” to a few different ones, I’m sure my pals that read this that work there, that know me and have for years know that this is not for them…but to the other Starbucks in the Manhattan area…


Dear Starbucks,

I’ve been loyal to you guys for over ten years…that’s a pretty long time.  Recently one of your barista’s encouraged me to purchase a “personal cup”.  An extremely large, bulky plastic “iced” beverage one, with the promise of FREE refills, by simply registering my card online and maintaining a balance of $5.00.  I could bring my cup in WHENEVER to get free refills.  Wow!  This seemed too good to be true…and you know what…I think it was.

In the past few weeks, Starbucks has been under fire for covering up their electric outlets-asking “laptop hobos” to leave unless they purchase another beverage.  One barista writing “bitch” on a customers cup, and another employee getting terminated for posting this song up on You Tube.  You guys need to hire a better publicist…because “no such thing as bad press”…isn’t true.  Actually, it would be nice to have THIS which I have taken from your official website provided to some of your partners who don’t seem to know the policy on refills.

So in taking my cup to be refilled to one Starbucks, I was asked for a RECEIPT to prove that I was getting a refill, and told that I would be given a 10 cent discount for having a personal cup, and that what I had been told when I originally bought the cup was not true.

Well if that was the case, I wouldn’t have bought the cup to begin with.

So every Starbucks I go to seems to have a different policy on refills…and lately, these policies have not worked in my favor-meaning that there always seems to be an arguement, dissagreement, or some kind of issue or 10 minute wait for giving me an iced tea refill.

I was willing to keep quiet and just accept that this is the way Starbucks works in New York City, until I attempted to get a refill at a “flagship” store, was given attitude about the policy…THEN watched in horror as I was served INSTANT POWDERED ICED TEA in my personal cup.

If you want to serve me instant tea, that’s fine…if you’re upfront about it.  Just don’t make me try and pay full price for a product that’s not what you claim for it to be, give me crap about your refill policy, and by all means…don’t “mix” the instant tea in front of your customers.  Be a little more slick about it.  It’s like the difference between instant mashed potatoes and real ones…seriously.

Of course I didn’t argue…I knew this was a lost cause and a battle I wouldn’t win.

Starbucks…where is the loyalty?  Do you realize how much money your customers are giving you?  Your locations are as ingrained in my brain as the subway system.  Give me a map of the city and I can promptly tell you where a Starbucks is.  I feel brainwashed.

Again, this rant does NOT apply to my beloved Starbucks that I have frequented over the past decade…but to all other ones.

Okay…enough of my rant.  I should just shut up, and brew my own iced tea…but since this has happened, I have NOT returned to Starbucks.  I feel cheated…I’ve been drinking Red Bull and going to Dunkin Donuts for my iced tea.