Wednesday, June 25, 2014

We Sellin' Ass

A decision has been made on my House Divided.

The winner is...CONAN O'BRIEN.  Here is what pushed it over the edge:

 Sigh.  Love.

We're not sellin' any ass lady!


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

A House Divided

Generally, I pride myself in making decisions.  When it comes to buying cars, I test drive a few and BAM, got it.  When I was house hunting or apartment hunting, I could see a few and BAM! Done. ( No idea why I have become Emeril in this post....just go with it)

Late night used to be dominated by the worst talent on the planet.  Big chin Leno and  Cranky old "I used to be amazing" Dave.  Both of them left me with this face:

Now there are Fallon, Kimmel AND Conan in the same time slot.  SHIT!@#$%^&*()_

They are all hilarious, fresh, genius, fun and darling.  Some would say, watch one DVR the other two. That seems like it's not right...I have to PICK! 

I'm going to need to take a day and watch them each for four hours and then decide. Don't worry, I'll get back to you. ( Time well spent)  BAM!


Thursday, June 19, 2014


Maisy:  Jack, you don't have the whole story.

Jack:  Thank you.  Is that good or bad?

Maisy:  I'm just saying you don't have the whole story.

Jack:  Thank you.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Why not? Wednesdays: dye your eyebrows

My love affair with my own eyebrows began in 1994 when a gal at the MAC counter in the Sherman Oaks Galleria offered to fill mine in with a powder called "Bark".  It was revolutionary and after that it was game on for all sorts of brow manipulation.  Tweezing, filling in, even shaping from the one and only Anastasia of...Anastasia fame.  And I'm not going to lie my brows were a pretty big deal back then.  I have since cut back my routine to not ever doing anything.  Except maybe the odd stray tweeze (while doing my whiskers - sorry) and the fill in on a special day.  I'm just too old and lazy.  But I still crave those lush dark brows!  Enter eyebrow dye.  I tried it mainly because I was going on a few hot wet steamy trips and I didn't want to deal with Bark.  And yes I looked like Groucho Marx for the first 72 hours but I didn't really mind that because it was funny.  And now my brows are perfectly Bark and I never even need to think about it!  I am a lifer, friends.