Due to a cold complete with a horrible sore throat and stuffy nose, tomorrow’s surgery has been postponed ’til Tuesday. Apparently they don’t like to use anesthesia on people who can’t breath well. Go figure. But…who says good things don’t happen from being sick? Now I can go to the Guster concert tomorrow night. Yay!
Just got back from the Guster concert at the Greek complete with VIP parking and sixteenth row seats. The concert was great as expected. There were two opening artists–Matt Nathanson and Howie Day. Could have done without seeing Howie, but I enjoyed Matt and will probably get some of his stuff in the near future. There was another band, O.A.R., up after Guster but we didn’t stay for them.
But back to Guster. Particularly Brian, the drummer. How cute is he?! And a nice Jewish boy to boot. And, he drums without sticks much of the time. Yep, he uses his bare hands. Ouch.
I just looked up the surgery center I’m having my surgery performed at on Tuesday. It looks like one of those places you see on Extreme Makeover or a similar type of show. They even have this cool virtual tour on the site where you can click and look at pictures of all the different rooms. And no, I’m not having plastic surgery.
A couple of years ago I met someone I thought was very special. We had an amazing and magical first date after which I called my mom and friends and gushed to them about this incredible guy who was unlike anyone else I had ever met. We had many more dates in the months that followed at which time things changed and the last minute cancellations with lame excuses began. Shortly after this, I discovered his wedding registry and website on the Internet. I learned that he had proposed to his fiancee the week before our last date.
After getting over the initial shock of his engagement and confronting him about it (he denied it at first), I began having a very hard time trusting the men I dated. The past two years have been difficult and I am constantly shocked and saddened to learn that men I had thought were “good guys,” can put up a really good facade.
In case you’re wondering, SpeedDating Guy did not call as he said he would. Again.
Some recent interesting verbatim searches:
How did YOU get here?
Blogging will probably be light for the next few days. My mom’s coming into town tonight and my surgery is tomorrow. Then I’ll be catching up on really bad daytime TV for the rest of the week.
Surgery went well. I’m home relaxing and watching horrible TV while the pain medication administered via the IV is still doing it’s job (then comes the Vicodin). My mom, who is staying with me for a few days, went to the grocery store and bought enough food to feed a family of ten for at least a week. Kinda cool. My mom rocks.
I also received two bunches of gorgeous flowers and a secret delivery is coming from my sister. I’m thinking it’s Snookie’s Cookies, and if it is, ohhh yeah.
In other news, SpeedDating Guy sent me a text message saying he hopes my surgery went well. A text message? I’m thinking he has some weird aversion to the phone. Or third dates. Whatever, I had written him off on Saturday.
Earlier this morning while I was laying in bed doped up on Vicodin, my mom walked over to the Coffee Bean on Sunset to get herself a coffee. Much to my mom’s chagrin, I’m not a coffee drinker so I don’t have a coffee maker. Although I suspect she may be purchasing me one any day now. Anyway, during yet another riveting episode of 30 Minute Meals on the Food Network, my mom excitely calls and says “I just saw Mario Lopez at the Griddle and he is soooo cute.” (The Griddle is across the street from Coffee Bean.) I have to admit I’m a little surprised my mom even recognized him. Go mom!
My mom and I hit the road this morning and drove down to San Diego so that I could spend the rest of the week recovering at my parents’ house. The weather is beautiful.
This week, I:
As I was walking into my apartment building I bumped into my neighbor and had the following exchange:
Me: Hi, how are you?
Neighbor: Good, how are you? You look like you’ve lost weight.
Me: I’m okay. Just had a minor surgery and haven’t eaten all that much this past week, that’s probably why.
Neighbor: Oh. Did you have lipo?
Only in LA…
Josh Duhamel is back! Swoon. Can’t wait to watch Las Vegas tonight. Also, I must check out The Benefactor. And of course, my regularly Tivo’d program, Airline.
Now please excuse me as I get back to watching Maury. Today’s topic: Is my husband or my lover the father of my two kids?
You’re at home sick on a weekday. What is the one daytime tv show you love to watch but are embarrassed to admit to watching? Discuss.
May 5765 be a happy, healthy, and wonderful year for everyone.
And Bethany, if you’re reading this, go help mom roll cabbages.
My parents’ dog floating on the raft while my family and 35 of our friends enjoyed Rosh Hashana dinner in the backyard. (Click pic to enlarge.)
Imagine you accidentally leave your camera’s memory card in the backseat of a taxi. Then you come across this blog called I Found Some Of Your Life where each day, one picture with the blogger’s commentary is posted. Eeeks!
Some recent interesting verbatim searches:
Quite the sampling, don’t ya think? Anyway, to my new readers, how did YOU get here?
Anyone know how to pop a key back onto a Dell laptop? My parents dog stepped on my computer and managed to dig his paw into the keyboard. Fortunately, it’s the tilde key which I rarely use, but I’d still like to put it back. Anyone know the secret?
*I know, pretty lame Question of the Day. I promise a better one to follow shortly. Or, if you have a suggestion for a Question of the Day, post it in the comments.
The winner is…Nerds Ropes. Yeah, I know, I have really sophisticated taste.
The following exchange occurred at the Subway restaurant at Sunset and Crescent Heights in West Hollywood:
SSA: Hi.
Me: Hi. Can I get a six inch turkey on wheat please?
SSA: Can you?
Me: Um, may I. What are you, my mom?
SSA: Nah, I’m just joking. What did you want on that?
Me: Lettuce, green peppers, and black olives please. [Editors Note: I told you I have sophisticated taste.]
(SSA finishes my sandwich and rings me up.)
SSA: Merry Christmas!
Me: Huh? Did you just say Merry Christmas?
SSA: Yeah, in case I don’t see you before then.
Me: Oh. I’ll be back before then I’m sure.
What the hell was that all about?
I found a $50 coupon code online and bought myself a 15 gig Dell Jukebox with free shipping. How stoked am I? It will come in quite handy for my upcoming trips to Detroit and New York. Woohoo!
The headline in the most recent AP article about Dodger Shawn Green’s decision to play on Yom Kippur reads: Faith or baseball: Green must decide. As many of you know, Yom Kippur begins this Friday at sunset and ends Saturday at sunset, which means Green would miss two games during the holiday. Regarding his upcoming decision, Green said, “I’m not talking about it yet. I don’t want the media making a big deal out of it.” That statement makes me wonder if he is postponing his announcement because he is planning on playing and doesn’t want to upset the Jewish community that has made him into a massive role model for Jewish children.
Green’s accomplishments in baseball and the time and money he donates to various charities no doubt makes him a good role model. But a Jewish role model? He didn’t attend Hebrew school. He didn’t become a Bar Mitzvah. He currently doesn’t attend services and he has no synagogue affiliation. His wife is not Jewish. He is active in the Jewish community only in the sense that he is a poster boy for the community. Jewish organizations saw him as a way to attract attention to their groups. And it worked. Please don’t get me wrong–I’m not condemning him for any of this–I believe each person has the right to “be as Jewish” as they want. One’s level of observance is a personal decision and is definitely not one size fits all. I’m just questioning his label as a Jewish role model.
This poster boy status leads me to ask, does lending your name to an organization or community make you an active member of that community? And if Green does in fact decide not to play on Yom Kippur, would he be doing it for himself, or to save face with the Jewish community? Or does the reason behind his decision even matter?
You know you’re having a really good hair day in LA when…
The 50-something doctor says, “Your hair looks different. Did you get it straightened?”
The valet at the doctor’s office says, “Is that your real hair or do you have extensions?”
p.s. Today was my post-op follow-up visit–the surgery appears to have been a success and everything is healing nicely. Yay!
p.p.s. Yes, I have long curly hair that I flat iron sometimes. It’s funny to watch people’s reactions when they know I look different but can’t figure out why.
I’m heading down to San Diego tomorrow to be with my parents for Yom Kippur. It’s going to be a little weird–this is the first holiday with my sister living in New York and all four of us not together. Since she’ll be with her New York Jewish family (her friend’s family) I’m sure she’ll be fine, but it won’t be the same. So, to my sister the rest of my fellow Heebs, shana tova and have an easy fast.
Dear Kiss Blower,
I am very flattered you felt the need to pull up along side, in front, or behind me for the last 30 miles of my drive down to Del Mar, but please don’t do it again.
Not only did you scare me as you swerved and weaved your way in and out of lanes, you were a danger to other cars on the freeway. The extended arm air kisses along with the waves while you were next to me were cute the first time, but around mile 15 or so, when you kept cutting people off to get ahead and stare at me in your rearview mirror, I got a little freaked out.
I never thought I would say this, but I am so glad I got stuck behind a semi in the slow lane. (Yes, that’s how I lost you.)
Please note that next time, a simple smile and “hello” will suffice.
Sincerely,
An Innocent Driver on the 5
(This question was posed to the listeners on the Kevin and Bean Show on KROQ this morning. I thought it was interesting, so I figured I’d go with it too.)
What celebrity would you vote for as President of the United States and why?
A friend of mine from my bookclub moved to Jerusalem last month. After the suicide bombing there a couple weeks ago, I thought of her and shot off an email. I haven’t heard from her, and although I’m sure she’s fine, it has brought the suicide bombings in Israel so much closer to home.
Then, just yesterday, my mom received an email from my aunt and uncle who are vacationing in Paris for a while. My aunt wrote the following:
…I did not go to shul here as I am too concerned about the possibility of some kind of attack…but thank god nothing has happened…..I just hope that things never get like this in the U.S….where one has to be fearful for one’s safety when going to synagogue. So I lit my Yerzheit candle and fasted…
How scary and sad is that?
To Whom It May Concern,
As you are well aware, there are approximately 40 employees on our floor that share our kitchen area. Because this is a common area and the refrigerator, sink, coffee maker, dishwasher, etc. are for all of us, the clean-up responsibility should fall on each individual employee. However, this is clearly not happening and it has become quite annoying when I am cleaning up after you each day.
So, if you wouldn’t mind, please put a new roll of paper towel on the paper towel holder. And while you’re at it, please refill the coffee cups after using last one. Oh, and finally, if it’s not too much of a bother, please run the garbage disposal after you dump your leftovers down it so I don’t have to smell your lunch for the rest of the day.
Sincerely,
Your Coworker
Although many Los Angeles residents claim to have felt the earthquake in Central California, I didn’t even know about it until my mom called to ask if I was OK. (I’ve had issues with earthquakes ever since I lived in Northridge during the Northridge quake.) So, all is well here in LA, and it appears all is also well in Parkfield, the earthquake’s epicenter.
What do you call this type of shoe:
e.g., gym shoes, sneakers, tennis shoes? And where are you from?
Today my blog turns one year old. Thanks to everyone who stops by regularly to read my poignant and thought provoking stories that–oh wait–that’s not my blog. What I meant to say was, thanks for being so nosy and looking forward to hearing about all of my disastrous dates and regular rants about totally average stuff. I love the readership, not to mention your fun comments.
Since Monday, I have received three phone calls, including one from my dad, that all went something like this:
Hey Hil, have you heard about the book He’s Just Not That Into You : The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys? I heard about it and thought of you.
I’m not exactly certain what that says about my dating life, but I’m pretty sure it’s not good.
Boy emails girl on Jdate. Girl responds to boy. A week later, boy sends two sentence email stating he had a really bad week and broke his nose. Girl inquires about said broken nose and horrible week, and another week later, receives another two sentence email from boy, saying he again had a bad week, and his nose is broken (duh?). A similar exchange is repeated, only this time, Girl responds as any seasoned Jdater would, by saying, Um, OK.
Those two words of course, somehow garnered a response from Broken Nose Guy. Things then took a turn for the better and emails longer than two sentences about things other than bad weeks and broken noses were exchanged, and a phone call was had. Plans for drinks were discussed and a date was in the works. But then…Broken Nose Guy’s cell phone broke. Phone calls could only be made from his office, as he has no land line at home. So now, Broken Nose/Cell Phone Guy and Girl devise a plan for Broken Nose/Cell Phone Guy to email Girl on Thursday, letting her know if he is in fact available for drinks that same night.
As of 1:30 today, Girl has not heard from Broken Nose/Cell Phone Guy.
Um, ok.
Update: Broken Nose/Cell Phone Guy just emailed. We have rescheduled. But still, um OK.
