Golf Clubs and Other December Things

Oh, we made it to Friday. Thank goodness. I have two weeks 'til Christmas break. And instead of being grateful for that, I'm already tracking a weak precipitation system/cold front for next week.

So. . .Tiger Woods. I dunno. I just know I am positively intrigued by any woman who goes after her man's car with a golf club. There is a story there. And it made me think how nearly impossible it must be to stay grounded with all the fame and wealth that people like Tiger and Hollywoodites experience. We can judge and blame him, but if you had millions to burn and had an entourage and everyone in the world “loved' you and kissed your butt, it would seriously warp your head. It takes work to stay humble and grounded. (I don't have to worry about this, but I mean it takes work for the famous.)  That was one of the things I noticed about Michael Jackson in his documentary–that everyone (almost everyone) kissed his butt, and acted like everything he said or did was amazing. That's not healthy. That gets you a golf club in the windshield. Do you think we've heard the last of it?

You know who is most likely to stay humble of the wealthy/famous? Comedians. I was watching Ray Romano interviewed the other day and he was so normal acting. So self-depreciating. I think it's because comics spend years getting beaten down in their stand-up. That has to be character building. Steve Carell is another guy who conveys “I'm an average Joe.”

Do you ever get cold in your house, crank the heat up past what it usually is, and then hours later realize you're burning up, but you're in too much of a heat-induced coma to dredge up the energy to turn it back down? So you just sit there on the couch and type up your blog post and sweat and think how hot you are and you wish your cat could reach the thermostat?

So I got this clip from Ellen. I didn't have an intro for it when I watched it, so I was like what the heck is that guy doing? He can't even sing. But you have to watch it all the way through. When he's done with his routine, they play it backwards…and just watch.

I think I'm going through a winter crisis. In one single day I almost left my house to get a kitty at the shelter. And instead I emailed someone to speak for a puppy. I've never even had a dog of my own. And the thought of having to take something out to pee every few hours is pretty much ridiculous. And my house needs another cat like it needs a hole in the roof. Why can't I just spend December like other people–putting up a tree, making misshapen sugar cookies, and sending a Christmas card with a picture of myself in a holiday sweater and matching earrings? But no, I have to get the “I need a new pet” bug.  We'll see what happens. I'll keep you posted. The puppy is already spoken for, but the future owner is on the fence and possibly gonna back out. It's a dorkie. Google those things and tell me they aren't the cutest things ever. And they stay little. And cute. And I've read on the Net you can litter box train them. But then again, this is me, and things never work out quite like that. He'll probably be incontinent and a biter.  Maybe they make doggie Depends.

Have a great weekend. I'm co-hosting a wedding shower for one of my BFFs and working on my next book. Would love to hear what you've got going on this weekend.

JEN