AND THE HILARITY CONTINUES...

Lemme just start with saying I had a STELLAR weekend. Now, you, the reader, cannot hear me say this out loud, and therefore probably cannot grasp the full weight of the sarcasm behind that statement, but let me assure you, it is quite present. I guess we can start off with good news, which is that I finally chopped my hair off this week. I was so ready to do it, that I was getting mad at my hair while I waited for the salon appointment to approach. I ended up taking about 14 inches off. It is sitting in my room in a long braid, waiting to be sent to Locks of Love, a charity org. that people send their cut hair to so that they can make wigs out of it for cancer patients. Anywho, I LOVE the cut and am so happy to have a new look and a lot less weight on my noggin. I will post the results as soon as I have my new head-shots taken. (I LOVE having a ridiculously talented photographer in the family).

Now that that's covered, we can move on to the train-wreck that was my weekend. On Saturday I felt a sugar crash coming and tried to prevent it, but I went too far past the time I should have eaten because I was waiting for my break, and my body went "Uh-uh" and shut me down in the middle of a busy night. They almost called an ambulance for me, but orange juice saved the day, and all was well. Then, on Sunday, on my way to work, I got side-swipped in a lovely little hit-and-run scenario. The girl that hit me had a nicer car than mine, and I think I did more damage to her car, but she took off anyway. I was left with a small dent and a few scrapes, oh yes, and a flat tire and bent front chassis. Joy. This led directly to the highly amusing scenario of me and my wonderful co-workers attempting to put the donut tire on my car at two am, and a few drinks in. It took about six of us, but we got it done. That part was fun...until we lowered the jack and realized the DONUT was also flat. FABULOUS. So I thumped down the freeway at three in the morning, dreading what all the damage would cost. End of the day, four new tires ( I needed them anyway ), and fixing whatever thing got bent that was making the car pull to the left? $426.12. Rapture. Set me back from London a little bit, but screw-em all, I'm still going. I don't know if I mention it enough, but I LOVE my mustang (her name is Sally), and I am quite upset that she now has some surface scars from my FIRST EVER accident (of course I wouldn't crash any of my previous "crap" cars), but she'll survive, and when I can afford it, she'll get a little buff-up.

The rare highlight of this wonderful weekend was the visit to our establishment from Alanis Morissette and her UBER BABE fiance, Ryan Reynolds. This man is RIDICULOUSLY good-looking. They were very cute and lovey-dovey. Lucky girl. Lucky guy, for that matter.


PARENTAL AWARD OF THE DAY

To the parents of Ryan Reynolds, I salute you for creating a truly fine work of art.

AHHHH-CHOO!

The impossible has FINALLY happened. My niece has finally said my name! This may sound minor to you, but it has been a running joke in my family that she has taken so long to say my name. I mean, on the list of people Lily knows in this world, it goes; 1. Mommy 2. Daddy and 3. Aunt Meghan (followed closely by and probably tied with Kiki and Sashi, her kitties). So the fact that she couldn't figure out how to say my name was a little frustrating. She could say vacuum, back-pack, Pop-pop (for her grandpa), and various other words that seemed more difficult and less familiar than "Aunt Meghan". My sister figured "Meghan" was too hard for her, so she was trying to convince me I should have Lily call me "Magoo". Yeah, thanks...I'll pass. But as I mentioned, she finally said it this morning. I am at my sister's to baby-sit for a few hours, and my brother was telling me how she's learned to say a lot of cute stuff in the past week since I've seen her. Par example: "Bless You". She said "bless you, mommy" this morning when Marisa sneezed, so I pretended to sneeze to see what she'd say, just really expecting the "bless you" and not hoping for a name following, because, as I said, this has been a long-running joke in my family. But sure enough, "bless you Meghan" was what came out, and Brooks and I just looked at each other in shock, then we ran around the room in our jubilation, chanting and laughing, which Lily gladly joined-in to, not really understanding but enjoying the madness none-the-less. Good day, man! She's my smart little girl, and I am very proud of her. How many baby's do you know that have been able to use sign-language since way before she could speak? That's right, beeotch...genius.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"Bless you, Meghan"

Lily Anne Ayola, 8:22 am, July 12, 2004