I thought *I'd* had some bad dates!

Hello Readers,

It's been a while since I've posted, I know...work obligations have kept me insanely busy (I'm even working today, a Saturday, on an emergency project). I've been trying to write a new post, but it's coming in fits and starts. My brain is jelly this week.

In lieu of my personal freaky goodness, I give you How Not to Act on J-Date, complete with audio!

I've had some bizarre experiences with socially inept dudes who handled the paying issue badly, but nothing like this. Poor woman.

Time wounds all heals

Dear readers, please forgive me for not updating my blog recently. Yours Truly was in New York for almost a week at the end of June for my cousin Larry's wedding. A few days after returning home, one of my very best friends from my childhood arrived in LA for a five-day visit. After (sadly) shipping her back to New York, I came back to total mayhem at work. We've been super busy and I haven't had a lot of free time! I'm pooped.

I'm writing a short post today to commemorate the life of my mom, who passed away six years ago tonight. The photo at left is of the two of us on the eve of my first Christmas, 1972 (check the white Christmas tree! Stylin'). My mother was loving, she was dynamic, and as you can see from the picture, she was gorgeous, as red as redheads can get. She was a fantastic wife, a tough mom and a good friend, too. I owe her a great deal; she taught me to work to my potential, she taught me to tell it like it is, she taught me to stand up for myself, and she taught me how to properly use an eyelash curler. She believed in hard work, lots of love and a little bit of mascara.

Now let me climb up on a soapbox for a minute. Readers, my vibrant mother died of lung cancer. She smoked for 20 years, only giving it up when the family doctor told her that my younger sister had asthma. Mom was 35 at the time. She quit cold turkey, and lord, it was hard on her; she had been very psychologically dependent on cigarettes (they relaxed her). We were dealing with a very highly-strung Mom for a few months there, but she never smoked another cigarette. Not one. She did, however, develop a rather extreme lipstick fetish. She had the largest collection of lipsticks ever amassed by any woman in history - the L'Oreal warehouse doesn't contain as many lipsticks as our master bathroom once had. I always teased her that she'd just replaced one oral fixation with another. Well, lipstick smells better than cigarettes!

Fast forward 15 years to January 2000 - my mother thought she was experiencing severe allergies. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 50, and was gone only seven months later. I was 28; my sister was 23. Mom thanked god that she had been able to see her children grow up. She had always maintained that she'd only quit smoking for her children's health; she wouldn't have done it for herself. I shudder to think what might have happened if she hadn't quit when she did. Would I have lost her when I was in high school? In college? I can't imagine it. I still can't believe it's been six years since she left us.

I'm going out tonight with my friend Melissa to have some tiramisu and to toast the life of a great lady. I'll be back soon with another one of my stories. It'll be long, and I promise, it won't disappoint.

Till then, god bless, and if it's at all possible, don't smoke!

Love, Dubliner style?

I traveled to Ireland in September of last year. It was an amazing trip for me; Ireland is an absolutely gorgeous country, filled with lovely, welcoming people (and tons of sheep and cows - I think there must be 3 sheep for every person. When my plane touched down in Dublin airport, there were cows grazing next to the tarmac!). Ireland is a far cry from LA, let me tell you. I blended beautifully with the pasty, round-cheeked natives of that emerald land, and I loved it. Every time someone would say, "Visiting relatives, are ya? Aye, you've got the Irish look about ya," I'd beam for the rest of the day.

I had taken a bus tour all over the country during the first week of my trip; after that, I spent a few days with relatives in Callan (a small town outside Kilkenny). I had planned to travel to Belfast on my way to visiting the Giant's Causeway; unfortunately, I had to cancel those plans because of riots occurring in the area near my hotel. On the last leg of my trip, I was on my own in Dublin. After having dinner in a mall one night, I went to use a public restroom.

On the inside of the stall door, there was a sticker with something scrawled on it. I read it, laughed out loud and took a picture for posterity. Emerging from the stall, I got a very strange look from a woman who was washing her hands (I didn't bother to fill her in about what was so funny). Here's the sticker (click for a larger image):
Dear readers, they say "it takes all kinds", to which I say, "Indeed." I hope the gentleman has found what he was looking for.

Look at the pretty colors!

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