My new mantra....

Not that I enjoy admitting that I read chick lit, but Undomestic Goddess (Sophie Kinsella) was a pretty funny quick read. There's a passage from it that has become my new outlook on life:
If I've learned one lesson from all that's happened to me, it's that there is no such as the biggest mistake of your existence. There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's pretty resilient thing, it turns out

I'm the type to dwell on the past, to dwell on wrongdoings, to dwell on issues with people from decades ago...it was like being slapped in the face of reality. Simple, common sense, yet brilliant.

Let's see what else is up...

Somehow my "to do" list has gotten huge, and on that list is email EVERYONE that i owe an email to...my chicks from San Jose (Wendy, Marlene, Jen, Jeana, Marcella...)...including Shelly....gotta email Suzanne...some of the chicks I've recently met here...a billion people in Ottawa (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN! YOUR TEXT ALMOST MADE ME CRY!)...

Tonight I decided to tackle the garden. Or really, the ghetto chunk of mud in my backyard that is a pitiful excuse for a garden. Seriously, the amount of mud that i've got is equivalent to the size of a baby crib. But every winter I tend to neglect the life going on out there and by spring it's like some frickin' nature preserve back there.

2 years ago my mom came and visited, she cut my plants down to barely anything. I screamed at her that she had ruined everything because there were no leaves and plants need leaves for photosynthesis, blah blah (yeah way to use elementary school science class....25 years later...)...well turns out, Mom was right...you gotta snip that crap in order to encourage new growth....

Well anyway I hadn't done much to it since my mom chopped it up...and now i'm like "mother effer, when did this stuff get so insane"...

The previous owners had a bit of mint planted...have you ever seen mint? It's pretty easy to rip out if you get at it soon enough...riiigghtt....who knew that mint stems can actually turn to BARK?! That's just crazy talk!

So the sun was setting and I wanted to get a start on chopping up the madness growing out there, and while I was hacking away at the lavender (which is like chopping Medusa's hair) I remembered something a coworker told me today...that rats hang out in Home Depot's plant sections...and I thought of Morris the Rat and how maybe his thug cousins wanted to come back to mess me up...so I'm on my knees pruning away at this crazy bush (hmmm that can be taken out of context i'm sure) and the entire time I'm freaking out that a bunch of rats are going to scurry out and maul me.

In quick tv wrap up:

Marlene: so sad that they canceled What About Brian!

Hell's Kitchen started up again, I forgot how brilliant that show is. One dude keeps CRYING even before anything even's started.

You're CRYING? There's no crying in baseball...err...cooking!

Flavor of Love's Charm School just gets better and better. In fact, I nominate this week's episode for an Emmy. Brooke (aka Pumkin yes spelled that way aka The Chick Who Spit on NewYork) became slutatious at the Charm School prom night. The task: weed out all the scumbags and mama's boys to find the one true Renaissance Man. Brooke's tactic: flat out asking the guy's whether they like to f*ck or make love, whether they agree that more than a mouthful is a waste, blah blah....girl is quite possibly the dumbest whore to exist. And she's one of the few with a degree...a teaching degree!

I'm super excited for Confessions of a Matchmaker, on A&E. In another world, I would have studied the psychology between men and women. So far, the commercials hint at exactly that. Kah-toe-mahhh tay!

In case anyone is as immature as I am and might care: Frankie from Real World: San Diego died! Dang!

And to wrap this up...I went to the Life Celebration (i.e. Memorial Service) for Gina this past weekend...in case anyone ever met her or remembered me talking about her...she was one of the few genuine and sweetest people I've ever been lucky enough to have in my life.