My best friend in grad school's husband was killed this past week in a car accident. Wasn't his fault. The driver of a semi failed to yield and ran him smack over. After I saw the car, I realized he probably died instantly. As usual, the driver at fault got off with minor injuries. That is pretty much what happened to my mom in 1997. Some stupid girl was driving completely on the wrong side of the road, and hit my mom head on. Mom almost died, but all she lost was a tooth. My mother d... read more

I haven't had a day off in three weeks, and it looks like next week is going to be another 75 hour work week. The best way to get ahold of me is just to call, because I can't keep up with my email right now.

I'm sorry that I won't be in the dance show next weekend, but my health isn't very good right now, and I'm absolutely exhausted. There are a couple shows in February that I hope to be in, after work settles down.

Maybe it's just me, but I find this ad campaign repulsive. www.savemyhusband.com/ I don't know if you've seen the commercials on cable, but they play it all the time.

It's a slap in the face to anyone who has been the victim of a violent crime. I just remember my dad working kidnapping cases, and the horror it entailed. I think it's disgusting that people are trying to make money off that. I hope you'll think twice about purchasing a Suzuki.

I'll be moving December 2. I finally got into the complex I wanted to be in, at Lincoln and Webb.

Sasha Louise will be very happy with her new luxury digs. There's a huge fireplace mantle for her to lay on and knock things off of.

Wagner committed the ultimate sin and GNAWED on a pair of my shoes. I think he's going to go to PALS animal rescue after the holiday, because Sasha hates him and I'm tired of being woken up every morning at 3:00 a.m. to catfights.

Fatty Catty will... read more