Here in TV land, the job is not so glamorous. I sit at a computer in an olive-colored office. It's not a good olive. It's the sickly pallor of day-old crusty strained peas. Get the picture?I spend my time either watching tapes, writing, or doing both simultaneously. There … [Read more...]

Are you sick of me or what? I'm sick of me. Turns out the rash of vandalism in my neighborhood was inflicted with a BB GUN. Some reject went down our street and adjacent streets with a BB GUN and SHOT IT AT OUR CARS. I found this out last night when I got home from the … [Read more...]

Some days it's easier than others. It looks like Mondays will be harder. We had such a love-ly weekend that when I dropped Kyle off this morning I felt sick as I walked to my car. He swaggered to the gate and kissed me through the bars. He kissed my lipstick off. Because … [Read more...]

Dear Jennifer, Greg, and Luke (DOB 6/8/06, 7.5 lbs),My skin is in a little pile on the seat next to me because when Greg called me this morning I jumped right out of it. I knew that a phone call from him meant that Luke was finally born - I didn't for one second worry that … [Read more...]

So here's the reason for the little storm cloud over my head this morning. When I turned on my car and drove away from my house, I heard a quit snippet of news: Al Zarqawi (I'm sure I spelled that wrong - I'd look it up but this dinosaur of lame-ass Mac is really slow and I … [Read more...]