Sunday, April 20, 2008

Look what I found! Guess where I found it.

At Kwizgiver's, of course. I think the end is true.

What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You

You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.

Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.

You are often the first to try something new.

You are a whimsical person prone to daydreaming.

Artistic and creative, you're always in the middle of a project.

While you are an inspiration to others, you can come off as flaky.

You love being by yourself and thinking. Developing your own theories and ideas is fun.

You feel lost when you're forced to be social. Being with other people can be lonely for you.

BIG Concern!

The rumors are all over the place -- "a major character" dies in the Sex and the City movie that opens over Memorial Day weekend. I am guessing that "major character" means not Miranda's mother-in-law nor Charlotte's friend Anthony.

As someone who has always taken SATC too seriously, I am plagued by concern about this. Yes, it could be Samantha -- always my least favorite of the Fab 4 -- because she was battling breast cancer. Or Charlotte -- finally pregnant -- because Carrie is reading to her adopted little girl in the trailer. Does this mean Carrie will help raise her dear friend's daughter?

But I fear it's Mr. Big. He had heart trouble toward the end of the series and yet still enjoyed his cigars, wine and women a bit much. Plus that does seem to be how life goes for our poor Carrie … she finally gets the man of her dreams to pop the question and he dies en route to the altar.

At least Chris Noth is back playing another of my favorite characters, good Catholic boy turned NY detective Mike Logan in L&O: Criminal Intent. So, if I'm right and poor Big does bite it, he'll still have walking-around money.


After giving this entirely more thought than it deserves, I have a new theory. What if the fatality is Miranda? By letting it slip herself, Cynthia Nixon might just assume that we would never think it was her! (She wrote, sitting back and feeling quite proud of her cleverness.)

Well, that it explains it

Hadn't heard from my dear old friend in Key West in quite some time. Not since I returned from my vacation outside of Atlanta weeks ago! This is not like him. An attentive man who loves his friends like his family, he puts a great value on maintaining ties.

In the past week I called and left messages at his home, at his office, on his cellphone. I sent emails. I expressed my concern over and over again throughout the last few days.

He finally called me this morning and we had a lovely, hours and hours long chat. I'm so relieved! Why had he been incommunicado? A busy schedule, both teaching and taking university classes. And, most of all, his suffering and very ill-tempered lover.

His partner is trying to stop smoking and is having a TERRIBLE time. Nothing that he has used, not OTC nor prescription, has been able to help. The last avenue seems to be hypnosis. In addition to suffering from nicotine withdrawal, which I hear makes one ever-so grumpy, he has to deal with the self-loathing when he gives in.

My friend, never really much of a smoker who gave it up more than twenty years ago, is devoted to making the transition as easy as he can for his lover. If what his lover needs is a delicate combination of complete attention and total silence, so be it. My friend knows how hard his lover is trying to kick the habit.

This all surprises me. For his lover has always been -- at least with me -- downright defiant about his smoking. It's his privilege, his choice, he enjoys it, etc., etc., etc. Until this morning, I didn't realize it was all bravado designed to cover his inability to quit.

Right here in my own backyard!

Got a really terrific massage yesterday afternoon … right here in town!

We have three salons within a few blocks of each other that offer massage services. One is in a sumptuous setting but it's overpriced and there is terrific pressure to sign up for additional services. If there's anything that's at odds with a relaxing massage, it's being made to feel I'm expected to spend first a lot of money, and then more.

The second is more austere, and the service was perfectly adequate, but to me the greatest thing about it is that it has Sunday hours so it fits more easily into my schedule.

Like Goldie Locks, the third one I tried turned out to be just right. The masseuse was good and actually listened, tailoring her services to my needs; the price was reasonable; the salon, while a bit of a clusterfuck downstairs at reception (I was so annoyed I almost left without paying), has devoted the quieter, more relaxing upstairs to the only services I would ever be interested in -- nail care and massage.

Massages are good for my body (especially my right shoulder) and spirit. Finding this salon, right here, within walking distance, makes me soooooo happy!