September 26, 2006


Is Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom the happiest place on earth? Matte and I sure think so!

Those of you who read Four Feet More, my friend Jenni’s blog, may know that she and her family are also here at Disney World. I was so happy to learn they’d be here at the same time as we are because I told Jenni long ago that I wanted to witness Vika and Eamon’s first trip to Disneyland. But Disney World is even better! We had plans to meet up with them near Cinderella’s castle around 5 p.m. Since both Matte and Jenni’s husband Jeff are photogs, the plan was to have a little photo shoot at the Rose Garden, with the famous princess’ humble abode as our backdrop. Jeff would take shots of Matte and me, and Matte would take shots of Jenni, Jeff, Vika, and Eamon.

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September 12, 2006

Like déjà vu all over again

I’ve gone and done it again.
Bad toe

I had an ingrown toenail removed today.


a) Because it was so much fun the first time and I longed to once again feel a 3-inch needle being forced through my foot
b) Because it’s Jenni’s birthday today
c) I wanted to try out my new medical insurance
d) Because if I didn’t, I feared my toe would fall off
e) I want an excuse to wear Birkenstocks to work
f) Shall I go on?

Ugh. I knew it. I knew it! My toe was hurting in a familiar way. Despite my fear of his massive needles, I gathered up the courage to call Dr. Robinson, podiatrist to the not-so-rich and not-so-famous.

I could tell when his nurse looked at Piggie #1 that I was in for torture, but I figured it’d be the same torture I had last time. Nay nay. Apparently I have crazy-ass toenails that want to grow and grow and cover more space than my toe will allow, which is why my big toes always feel like I just stubbed them one minute ago. My right toe? Infected. Dr. Robinson took care of that today, smiley-face to boot. But that’s not all! Along with this, I can look forward to a future procedure, which will be three times the fun! He needs to work on both my big toes, on each side of each nail. He needs to cut them away from the skin, and then he needs to do something to the skin so that my nails will stop hogging so much digital real estate. I don’t recall the exact terminology because I suddenly became deaf when he mentioned gashing my toes 3 more times. When he mentioned something about recovery for this 1-hour procedure being 3 weeks, my hearing miraculously returned.


He decided the more intense procedure could wait until I am back from my vacation. He was worried that the right toe might get worse, so he removed the yucky part of that nail today.

The good news is, I have Darvocet.

I loves me some Darvocet.


September 10, 2006

Separated at birth? Jeremy Piven and Dave Matthews



These photos make me hungry. Hungry for a Cathy sandwich on Jeremy and Dave bread.

September 7, 2006

Jag in the Box


Seen in the Chili’s parking lot today at lunch. My friend Krissy called it a Jackuar, which cracked me up, as Krissy is wont to do. But I believe the correct pronunciation requires a pseudo English accent, and enunciation of the ‘u’. Like this:


That reminds me…today I spoke with a Brit on the phone and he sounded so polite and educated. This gentleman used words and phrases like brilliant, good stuff, and jolly good, and to me, it sounded just splendid. When I use the word brilliant, it’s usually to describe someone or something far from the true definition, like an idiot driver who just cut me off on the freeway in his lifted-up, stupid-ass truck that my car could drive underneath without scratching its roof and do you purposely try to look stupid? Because if so, brilliant!

September 5, 2006

Daphne Diva