To Sleestacks & Connie Francis...

Be it known that I hate your answering machine. That manical robot man is out to get me. If you got a message this weekend that was: "I didn' t hear a beep." Yeah, that was me. I'm not calling back to try and work it out with him. (mr. automation)

Hello, hello dear Internet. How was your weekend? We went to Champagne-Urbana, IL and kicked it with Victor, Theresa & Ringo. Good times, good times. Theresa starred in a play (Confessions After Midnight, a Story in 3 beds) and we went to closing night. She was amazing, totally inspiring. I envy her chutzpah to get out there and do something so creative. It was amazing weather and good company, & I am sure glad, if this is the sign of things to come, that we are back in the midwest. I love the smell of Spring.

I made the decision this weekend to put this craziness out there with my name attached to it. I will let you know if it becomes the dumbest thing I have ever done... I am sure that time will tell. I just thought that by owning up to it, well, maybe in some small way, I am checking to see if inside of motherhood, I can still have some chutzpah of my own.

In Other News:

I think Zach Braff and I have to break up. Its sad, I know, but i heard he's been seen with Mandy Moore, and while I will admit that she is cute ( I saw her at The Coffeebean) I do also have to say Zach that you disappoint me. I will however keep my TiVo set to record Scrubs, but see to it that you do not travel any further down my Hollywood nono list. Thanks.

I think i have to stop drinking so much coffee in the mornings. I am about to jitter out of my skin.

-over and out-