My pitas page

it's time
tomorrow we jet off to ireland for a week of no humidity and beer shandies (see link). i am really looking forward to it, even though i will not see hp until i am in maine and ready to start celebrating her wedded bliss (and np, too, but i am playing favorites here unabashedly). which is so crazy. when your friends do things that are grown up i think it affects one much more than doing something grown up oneself. to whit: another friend has offers in to buy a house. an honest to god house, people! the mind reels.

peter jennings dies
it's bizarre when someone you've never met feels like a member of your not-so-distant family. i am so sad to hear of his death: he was so young, he only just found out about the cancer in the spring...all the very unfair things that reel off the tongue when someone dies of cancer these days it seems. as if my "real" family didn't know it already--it's an insidious disease. i wish i was good at science and math so i could contribute to finding the cure already.

ireland, here we come
a week from today i'll be packed and ready to head out to dublin for a nice few days of vacation. high temperature these days is a gorgeous 68 farenheit! a far cry from the 95 we're supposed to reach here today in nyc. denim and close-toed shoes here i come!

horoscopes like this freak me out
i don't want to move up or have more responsibility! i've got all i can handle right now, thanks.

being a publicist
i wish this morning i could share and rejoice in this shiny world view, but i can't. there's only so many mean e-mails from journalists one girl can take. how was your weekend?

destructive puppy
yesterday we had our first really serious bout of destructive puppy behavior. baci figured out how to get into the living room while we were gone, and craziness ensued. fortunately the couches and dining room set were spared from any chewing, but it was still kind of scary. apparently, c and i are in for another year or more of the chewing stage. good times.

sigh
as if i needed another reason to crush on owen wilson. he's SMART!

Can you see this?
It's Baci, the newest member of our family. Photo was taken on her first full day with us, so she's a bit less animated there than she is these days. We picked her up from the pound Thursday afternoon after she had her "surgery" that morning. She was basically drugged up until Friday morning. She's come alive bit by bit, learning her name (um, sort of), how to come, how to sit, and to eat out of her food bowl. She loves all people, almost, and all other dogs, completely. Last night, though, she turned into Ms. Hyde--she ripped up her nice dogbed and was basically going CRAZY. The enormity of how much we really did not know about puppies hit us square between the eyes, I tell ya. So tonight C is going to go buy her a crate and we'll start training her the widely-used-way. And I will be hitting the bookstore during lunch to see if there is such a thing as a "puppies for dummies" book. (Today is also the first day she's home all day alone with the dogwalker coming around lunchtime. I am crossing my fingers that all goes well.)