Thursday, May 25, 2006

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.....

What Jimi Hendrix has to do with my dog Saki and his supermodel-for-a-day status will remain in the eternal clutter of my subconscious.

In my profile I mentioned that Saki was on the cover of an international magazine.

Voila! Here he is with my son Ben's legs resting upon him.

They styled one of the inside photos to look like Saki trashed the couch and passed out...kinda like a young Johnny Depp.

Believe it or not - the magazine got tons of letters from irate Westie owners protesting the pose. Saki is an artist - he can't be expected to live within the narrow social margins of the National Kennel Club - he must express himself freely. These pictures were Saki's way of lashing out against the oppression and excesses of capitalism. Perhaps one day the world will catch up with his genius. Until then, a milk bone or two will have to suffice.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Parental Guidance Suggested

Brian and I take great joy in being attentive, loving parents to Benjamin. But for the past few weeks, all three of us have been slacking off. Not at work or school but definitely at home.

Like if one person thinks it's a good idea to go eat candy, cookies, ice cream - at any time or for any reason, we all do it. No one is picking up their clothes. Drawings, books and cds are scattered everywhere. My dog Saki has been sleeping on top of the mountain of winter clothes waiting to be stored away.

These days, my dinners are mediocre at best with lots of leftovers going Saki's way.

It takes a single sigh of resignation for all of us to immediately flee to Veselka for sauerkraut perogis or turkeyburger deluxes.

We're acting like a bunch of junior high kids living together with no parents. Oh my God, are we becoming reality tv material?!! I don't know because I don't watch tv. I'd prefer to just go to hell in a handbasket.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Sweet Mothers

I raise a glass and toast to all of the wonderful blogging mommies that stop by and visit from time to time.

Your posts are a constant source of wisdom, comfort and humor in my life.

Have a wonderful Mother's Day you crazy broads!!!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Hello Daaaahhhling!

Yesterday I helped staff a huge benefit at my job. It consisted of a silent and live auction/party held at the Puck Building. The Puck Building is a beautiful old building located at Lafayette and Houston Streets. If you ever watched Will and Grace - it's the building where Grace works. Only in real life Grace could never afford that rent and would be stuck in some hole in the financial district in a building busting with code violations.

It was quite a parteeee with a mere 500 fabulous lovelies showing up to celebrate and lay out some serious cash (and credit)!

When I'm not writing, I spend my working day soliciting people for ridiculously huge amounts of money -- $250,000 or more all for the greater glory of their alma mater. Don't worry folks, it's payable over a five year period! Luckily, the people I deal with are ridiculously wealthy so there's never any harm done.

I'm not a great fan of benefits. In my view, people should just write checks and be thanked through personal relationships with the organization. Benefits are much more two steps forward/one step back, which is why I avoid them whenever possible. At the same time, they do promote the visibility of important organizations so they serve a purpose.....

It's a bit odd watching wealthy people buy things for sport in the silent auction then proceed to sit down and buy MORE things at HIGHER prices at the live auction. At the end of the evening each guest is given HUGE gift bags filled with even more STUFF.

I'm suprised I didn't bump into Marie Antoinette last night.....

Friday, May 05, 2006

What did you say?!

Why is everyone in New York shouting all the time?

I've been in several cafes and nice restaurants (work related) in the last month. I can't hear a word my lunch/dinner companions are saying. Everyone is shouting or shout-laughing.

I've always had extraordinarily good hearing. Is it because I'm too sensitive to the noise or is everyone in this dam town screaming instead of talking?

Granted - the nation is in a precarious state right now and living in NYC is impossibly expensive. Is everyone just pumping up the volume?