Die and Dye
In case anyone cares what I think about the Anna Nicole drama, here it is: Paternity of the baby should be established immediately. The entire country should collectively pray the father is Berkhead. The baby should NOT go to Anna Nicole's mother. If the baby's father is found to be Howard K. Stern, he should get custody only pending weekly drug tests. It's my hope that Howard K. Stern has some normal girlfriend on the side somewhere who likes newborn baby girls and has always just wanted to be a mother when she grew up. The judge who ruled in the case? He liked the attention a little too much. You can tell that back in the day when he was a cab driver, he was the sort who would talk and talk to you even if you just wanted him to drive fast and shut the hell up. Moving on.
In case anyone is wondering if my leasing office has fixed the massive drafts in my apartment, the answer is no. As I type this I am wearing two pairs of socks and my toes are STILL cold. After work on Friday, I bought flowers. I'm glad I didn't spend too much money on them, because by Saturday morning they'd died from the cold. Before you suggest that I didn't care for them properly, I'll tell you that I've bought flowers before and never had this happen. I trimmed the stems, put in water, a few pennies, and set them on the table, just like I've done in the past.
I worry that if, in the process of my brother moving back to SF from LA (!!) his dog comes to live with me, I'll have to tell him that I can't in good conscience let her stay here, because it's simply too cold for a small dog. Of course I would turn on the heat for her both day and night, but I'm just not sure it would be enough, and would hate to take the risk.
The receptionist at work is yet another grandma. It's not clear exactly why, but this reception grandma has an office. Obviously she doesn't use it all the time, since she's up front receiving people, but it's there, it's hers, and nobody else goes in it. She keeps things in it, and goes in there to make private phone calls and do grandmotherly things I suppose. So weird. She is the person to set up the kitchen for birthday celebrations, and set up any time we're having any sort of event. She does a nice job. When I first started working at this law firm, I sent the reception grandma an e-mail after the first kitchen-decorating extravaganza complimenting her on the decorating. She was very touched by my e-mail and has liked me ever since.
Over the last two months, people have been talking furiously about the reception grandma. She had dark brown hair. Now she has white hair. Except for a patch in the back that's bright yellow. Each week her hair has gotten progressively lighter. It looks HORRIBLE. Not just the color itself, but her hair looks brittle, fried. A lot of people don't like the reception grandma - word in the hallway is that she's a mole, she writes down what time people arrive and leave and tells HR. I'll tell you now that I don't know if that's true or not, but I've arrived late and left early and nobody has EVER said anything to me about it. Maybe I'm special. Because I've been hearing AWFUL shit about the reception grandma's hair to the point that I feel bad for her. I wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she likes her hair the way it is now. I wonder if this was the look she was going for.
In case anyone is wondering if my leasing office has fixed the massive drafts in my apartment, the answer is no. As I type this I am wearing two pairs of socks and my toes are STILL cold. After work on Friday, I bought flowers. I'm glad I didn't spend too much money on them, because by Saturday morning they'd died from the cold. Before you suggest that I didn't care for them properly, I'll tell you that I've bought flowers before and never had this happen. I trimmed the stems, put in water, a few pennies, and set them on the table, just like I've done in the past.
I worry that if, in the process of my brother moving back to SF from LA (!!) his dog comes to live with me, I'll have to tell him that I can't in good conscience let her stay here, because it's simply too cold for a small dog. Of course I would turn on the heat for her both day and night, but I'm just not sure it would be enough, and would hate to take the risk.
The receptionist at work is yet another grandma. It's not clear exactly why, but this reception grandma has an office. Obviously she doesn't use it all the time, since she's up front receiving people, but it's there, it's hers, and nobody else goes in it. She keeps things in it, and goes in there to make private phone calls and do grandmotherly things I suppose. So weird. She is the person to set up the kitchen for birthday celebrations, and set up any time we're having any sort of event. She does a nice job. When I first started working at this law firm, I sent the reception grandma an e-mail after the first kitchen-decorating extravaganza complimenting her on the decorating. She was very touched by my e-mail and has liked me ever since.
Over the last two months, people have been talking furiously about the reception grandma. She had dark brown hair. Now she has white hair. Except for a patch in the back that's bright yellow. Each week her hair has gotten progressively lighter. It looks HORRIBLE. Not just the color itself, but her hair looks brittle, fried. A lot of people don't like the reception grandma - word in the hallway is that she's a mole, she writes down what time people arrive and leave and tells HR. I'll tell you now that I don't know if that's true or not, but I've arrived late and left early and nobody has EVER said anything to me about it. Maybe I'm special. Because I've been hearing AWFUL shit about the reception grandma's hair to the point that I feel bad for her. I wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she likes her hair the way it is now. I wonder if this was the look she was going for.
posted by Green at 2/24/2007 08:40:00 PM
2 Comments:
May I recommend an electric throw blanket, for you or the dog or both. We bought one for our elderly cat, who won't use it because it WAS SO OBVIOUS it was for her, so my better half enjoys it sometimes. Dogs are less likely to be psych cases. (You can get heated beds etc, but that's a bit over the top)
I bet the receptionist likes you so much that she lets you get away with more. Or she only rats out people who piss her off.
I can't find anyone interested in the Anna Nicole situation to talk to! I'm so sad for that little girl. I really think that as screwed up as Anna was, nobody would love that baby as much as she would. Who's her daddy? I don't know, but I don't think anyone who's come forward so far would be a good person to raise her. The best thing would be if they found someone NORMAL. Unfortunately, with so much money at stake she will end up in the hands of some very selfish people.
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