Itsy Bits

<> I think my husband should get himself on the news and claim to be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's little girl. Why not? Everyone else is trying to jump on that bandwagon. Goodness gracious - will they all just stop it already?

<> I used to enjoy watching America's Funniest Videos on Sunday evenings while eating our supper but that's changed. For the past few months, at least one time on every single show, they show a clip of somebody puking - either a baby puking into dad's mouth while he holds her up in the air, a boy puking during his first Communion ceremony in church, a best man puking at the altar during a wedding ... etc. I realize I'm an emetophobe anyway, but could someone tell me ... is there a shortage on what's really "funny" nowadays?

<> Yesterday in the news, a dog in Florida swallowed a palm-size pond turtle. When the dog's owner noticed the turtle gone from its tub and realized the dog had been in the vicinity, she phoned the veteranarian's office and they told her to induce vomiting. The dog eventually vomited the turtle and BOTH lived. Imagine this? In this case, perhaps the vomiting was a tiny bit funny though I'm still not sure. The dog probably ended up a bit shell-shocked (oh god, I'm sorry for that).

<> When I was a young girl, everyone called me Carrie. I believe it was my Godfather who initiated it, but it really stuck. During high school, Stephen King's book "Carrie" came out and I got tired of all the cracks about how evil I must be, so I changed the spelling of my nickname to Cari instead. That was the first name I went by all my life until I moved to this state and started a new job where "Cari" just never caught on. I became Carol again and have been since.

<> My dad gave me a collection of silver dollars when I was a little girl. He used to get them sometimes in his tip cup while playing piano at clubs. They were only worth a buck apiece and I'm sure they wouldn't ever have been worth more than that, but my heart was seriously broken when I later lived alone in New Jersey and had the entire collection stolen when my apartment was burglarized. The cops found out the coins were spent at a nearby bar when some guy used them toward buying rounds for everyone in the place. Somehow, knowing their fate upset me even more.

<> We watched "Saw III" this weekend. Though I'm not big on the blood/guts, cut 'em up, eat 'em alive type of horror films, this series is different. I mean, they have all that and more, but they offer something special as well. Throughout much of the movie, I'm seriously enrapt and on the edge of my seat - which I DO look for in a horror film. Writers who can make the the roots of my hair go cold from fright ... oh boy ... those folks have a rare talent.

<> As it turns out, I guess I admire Diane Keaton. Here's a woman who, for whatever reasons, has never changed her style since she starred in "Annie" a million years ago. It's not like it's a bad style, but neither is it anything to write home about. You know, that plain Jane look - simply cut hair with little girl bangs, thinly framed eyeglasses, usually a jacket of some sort over a skirt or slacks - mostly casual but sometimes she even shows up with an awful man-tie. Still - say what you will - she has never sold herself out to what's popular or sexy. She's never worn "someone" ... rather she wears comfy clothes and a hairstyle that clearly work for her. Go Diane.

<> It feels good to be back to blogging, but it's sort of like getting into a swimming pool after the weather's been cool for awhile ... one toe at a time, then an ankle, a leg - till you get acclimated to it. It's a slow process but the final result will be rewarding and fun - I'm sure of this!