Dear Year 2008,

I think you have overstayed your welcome. I don't know of anyone who wants to spend time with you. I know you tried hard and maybe you can blame a lot of the crappy stuff that happened during your reign on George Bush, Congress and the Senate. Actually, I think you can pretty much blame everything bad on George Bush and Corporate America. That said, thanks for the good things. But now, it's time for you gather up your things, put on your coat and hat and make your exit....NOW! Don't let the door hit you on your big fat girlie ass!

35th Birthday Musings

I am about to be 35 and I feel lost, alone, and contemplatively shallow. I love contradictions that go so well together! So perhaps I should be thrilled to be turning 35, as I never thought I would be so old (or young) - it's all perspective... So I am keeping things small and trying to live each day as it is. After spending the better part of 35 years thinking about the future, I am attempting to simply think of now. After all, it's 35 - not 34 or 36. 35: Choose!
Sasha
Happy Gentile New year!

I want to go here

You can come too. All you need is a passport, some money and an appreciation for quirky weirdness. You will have to travel by boat or plane. Come see the loveli lakes.

It's not your average American theme park.

Uhm, my name is Timothy Turtle and I'm about to hurl.

For a complete review of all rides and a host of bizarro photos: click here.

Who would you kidnap?

O.k., all two of you who read this blog, let's play a game.  If you could kidnap any chef from the Food Network, who would it be? 

If you had asked me yesterday, it would have been a toss-up between Rachel Ray and Giada De Laurentis. I won't go into the reasons because this is an all-ages blog. Ask me today and I would say, Ina Garten (aka: Barefoot Contessa). I want her to come over and make this seafood gratin: (a teaser: a gratin of lobster, halibut and shrimp in a golden saffron sauce).

Now for the flip side of that question:  Which Food Network chef would you least want to kidnap and why?  My answers:

1. Bobby Flay. He can't make a meal that doesn't include habenero, ancho or chipotle peppers. 

2. Mario Batali. I can't decide between the sweat droplets cascading off the tip of his nose, into the pot or pan, or his trademark bare, hairy legs below the apron and the socks & Crocs.

We Built this Citi

Dear American Taxpayer,

Maybe it's just me but this has my dander up. I just heard the Rose Bowl is being sponsored by Citigroup. Er, what's that you ask? Why yes, that is the same company that received part of the $25 billion bailout. How astute of you to notice. Yes, I too, am wondering whose large arse they are pulling this money out of.  Oh, yes, that's right, they're pulling it out of our arses. If you want to be more pissed off, check out where Citi is going to spend $400 million over the next 20 years.  At the risk of sounding oversensitive and empathic, defending Citi's sponsorship, Mets CEO Jeff Wilson stated, "I understand that there is some upsetness (sic) in the marketplace, but we don't agree with it." 

What? 

This is o.k. with everyone?