Ramblings...Because I Feel Like Rambling

I am deliriously happy...for no apparent reason whatsoever other than it's a beautiful sunny day, my little guy is laughing, I am breathing...and I know where my car keys are at so I can be mobile at a moments notice.

I recently found out that I am a problem solver. I consistently lose those little tabs to the bread bag, so I invested in those big clips. They work fabulous and are much harder to lose unless they fall into the wrong drawer.

Kind of like my car keys.

I have a key rack, but it's just not hung up yet because I still don't know where I want to put it. Actually, it's been so long since I bought it I don't remember where it is anymore. That's also why I never got any tattoos. Not that I would forget where it was, but because I would never be able to decide where to put it. Funny thing is that every guy I've ever met who's had one (a tattoo - not a key rack) has told me NOT to get one...that says a lot in itself. So I'm sticking to it.

I'm the type of person who can make friends pretty much anywhere I go...even over the phone. I consider it a public service to brighten up the day of a call center workers. Wouldn't you like to make someone smile who is locked in a 5x5 cubicle, latched to a headset and being watched? It's nearly criminal. Plus you can learn a bit about how our funny world spins. In fact, that's how I met Peggy a.k.a. Dixie Hell Cat from Verizon...her nickname says it all. She once dated a guy named Cris P. Bacon, ran an escort ring, her current husband is an undercover biker gang cop and she delights in terrorizing the Mormons in her Salt Lake City Utah community. Oh yeah, and loves a good Yard Sale. That, and more, was all from a 25 minute call. You can't get get better than that.

I consider myself rather personable, outgoing yet at the same time laid back...with a touch of hyperactivity combined with ADD. What does that mean? I always remember a face but I can forget your name in 2 seconds. Nothing personal mind you, it's how I've always been and guess it just takes an impression sometimes. I still can't remember the name of the drummer from Unwritten Law who climbed up a thirty foot lamp post in only his underwear for a kiss on my cheek...so maybe an impression isn't always the answer. I'll figure that one out someday.

I'm back on TMZ.com after another hiatus: posting fire and other thought-provoking tidbits to entice Harvey Levin to hire me...lol...I'm simply too close to L.A. not to post a note or two - and I know way too many peeps not to know the inside scoops here and there. It's a personal guilty indulgement of mine so I don't typically share my pen name. I call it "enlightenment blogging" but some probably just think I'm another nut case rollerskating down Venice Beach in my underwear and an Indian Headdress...little do they know. hahahaaa...

...don't get any ideas.