Saturday On The Other Blog

I wrote on the other and so now I'm here.

What up. Am strangely conflicted about having two blogs. But I can't let Paul read this one. Not yet, anyhow.

We are fine. We've made up, yet again...we are terminally intertwined. Cannot be angry with each other for long.

He's off to fetch Jazmine at her tutoring class. I dropped her off earlier, seeing to it she ate and buying her a frappucino. In this way she has become a Frap also.

Her mother and stepfather plan a trip to Las Vegas in November. Apparently times aren't as hard as she made them out to be. We've heard nothing about any lawyering or court dates. As I said previously, no doubt because her lawyer told her she is a CUNTTTT and should fukk off.

Well I guess obviously the lawyer didn't put it quite that way. Anyhow.

I am avoiding a phone call from my friend David, who lives in Rome, but is in New York right now. F, you met him. The man is in serious lust with me even though he has no intention of leaving his pretty scary Italian wife, who is PREGNANT. Sometimes I enjoy his obvious admiration...but not today.

I just...want to be with my family.

Anyhow, David's called three times and will likely call more. I should just answer and say I'm not interested in flirting with you for three hours.

This is the guy that promised to introduce me to Barishnikov. I kid you not, those of you that don't know the story.

I love my Canadian and don't want to complicate things.

This whole week has been a learning experience, working with Magoo.

He and I are so done, but it's okay! I used to think he'd be some awful ghost forever. Now he's just a GUY. Whatever, Magoo. In fact, we had some very funny moments this week. Will blog about them after I answer this phone call.

What You've All Been Waiting For

Well I'm happy to let you all know that the RAGE lives. Where the helll are my emoticons when I need them! FUCK. It's morning, I've just come from the doctor and I've got tons of work to do but I need to VENT. Paul is giving me the silent treatment today and it's so freaking annoying. Every time he does this (it's been a while, I admit) I immediately think of my cross comment. As in, get down off the cross Paul, we need the wood. Last night we met V and E for drinks and dinner...all was well. I had a few gin and tonics along with some wine...everything seemed fine. But after V and E left apparently I "flew into a rage, argued with myself, and then passed out." No, that's not how I remember it. I do remember being very mad. I found out Paul had not checked something to do with the arts show...found out because I logged on and got a message with the correct pronunciation of a guest's name. Asked him to always check and I swear Paul said what he often says, that I get paid more than he does and so he's not going to check that stuff (or some variation of the comment). Paul's says I actually said it to him and answered myself...basically that I took both sides of the argument in front of him. I don't remember it that way but anyhow...I did NOT pass out. I went to bed because I was angry with him. I HATE that attitude. Although maybe I was just channeling something, who knows...and not really talking to him. Anyhow this morning, we talk it over and I apologize (for letting the RAGE take hold--I hafta tell you folks, am PMS-ing and I definitely definitely think that plays a role in these incidents). Well we head into the office together and he says not one word to me. I try to start a conversation and he just gives short, clipped answers. You know...whatEVER Paul. I hate that shiiit.

Oh I'm so mad. Maybe I'm feeling bad and Paul has made me feel worse. I am sure I was nasty to him, I do remember that. it is hard to work with someone and also be involved with them. I just wish he wouldn't SULK. I hate sulking! I used to do that too, but now I've gone completely the other way.

Just found out my mom has a "shadow" on her lung of some kind. Was going to tell Paul but then I'd feel kind of like I am begging for sympathy. I'd rather he just get over it.

Speaking of just get over it, I got a text message from my ex-husband the other night. I am just now remembering that it came. This is what it said:

"We spread my mom's ashes at the foot of Twin Owls in Estes Park."

That's in Colorado, for those of you that don't know.

Haven't heard from him in a while, but I know his mother died some time ago...I want to say two years, but I could be wrong. I stopped keeping track of those things but I remember talking to him on the phone because he called and was very upset.

Why was that text sent? It doesn't even say, Hello...long time no see...How ya doing? I'm busy and oh yeah, by the way, we took Mom's ashes to Colorado.

I didn't know she was cremated. I uh...I know that Michael and I went to Colorado but I don't remember if his mother did.

What the FUKC!! I wonder if Michael was drunk or something. (Well but it's all spelled correctly.)

What is the proper response from me? "Oh gee, that's great! Was wondering where she'd end up."

Or maybe: "Who is this?" (that would really get him, eh.) hahaha

I know what Lois would send: "Michael, I think this message is inappropriate and while I'm sorry for your loss please don't contact me again."

That sounds so harsh. I'm just ignoring it. Well truthfully, I just forgot about it till now.

I talked to my sister and I hope she doesn't mind my adding this, but apparently when she and her husband fight it's kind of the same dynamic. Screaming Hall Chick, quiet or totally silent Mate. I guess it's hereditary.

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It's On! In a Manner of Speaking

Well, here we go again. From my boss, tonight:

M, J, Patty
Here is the host schedule for this Week's XXXX
program.

Monday- TK in Hong Kong
Tuesday- TK in Hong Kong
Wednesday- TK in Hong Kong
Thursday- Magoo out of NY
Friday- Magoo out of NY

Both EC and Magoo are aware. Let me know if you have any questions. Thanks.

Life is so ridiculous. What goes around, comes around. The chickens come home to roost. You reap what you sow. WhatEVER.

Getting to the Good Stuff

Yeah yeah yeah. I know you all don't care about my job crisis. You want to know what's going on with sex and drugs and that kind of stuff.

Well no drugs (except on Paul's side)...sex...well, not as often as I'd like. Although we DID talk last night about totally commiting to doing it during my allegedly fertile week. Something we kind of ignored this month. We have nobody to blame for not being pregnant except ourselves. To be perfectly honest, sometimes we're just too damn tired to do it.

Have you ever been in that kind of a relationship? It's sweet, in a way. Last night Paul was totally trying to sexx me up but I was having none of it. I'm sick, I had just taken a shower, I was tired and ready to sleep. I actually said to him, "Don't defile me!!"

He was shocked. Although he didn't know it, he was begging for me to blog it. He said something like, what would your fans say if they knew you said that?

I can't believe I said it myself!

But we talked again about naming our baby. and about getting married. It's all good everyone.

Paul brought me tiger lillies again. As you may recall, he used to call me his Orchid but he feels Tiger Lillies do the trick, as well.

Monday Night, Drinking Some Wine

Yeah, my cold is still vicious but I had to have a little vino. Long, hard day. But not bad. This new job is just...challenging. Mostly time-wise. Had to be in super early today and ended up working 10 hours, with everything else I had to take care of.

TK says he's "screamingly pleased" with how things have gone since I started. I don't know, I'm just kind of following his lead. I'm learning quickly about who the big economists are in Asia and Europe. It's kind of cool. I think I already mentioned that CC, his old producer, said this would be like getting my Masters in Economics. Well I don't know about that but I definitely am talking to heavy hitters. Bantering with them...of course, they just think I'm TK's lackey.

I well...I know that I do more than that, but not much more. It's weird. You who read this do all this great reporting and what I do is, I put big names together with TK, and make sure it all goes well. Then I make sure we get the coverage we need...thank everyone for their cooperation, bark orders at my technical staff...tell TK not to say "mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm" so much during interviews...but what am I DOING?

Having a little existential crisis here. I get alot of credit for doing SHIIIIIT.

I suppose this is what I was doing with Diva, but that was so painful that I could ignore the obvious--that I'm just...barking orders.

Does this mean I've come up in the world, or that I'm a total IDIOT. I have a college degree for chrissakes.

I know it's early in the new administration to be complaining. I suppose there is something to be said for my job...I mean, I keep the Big Cheese happy. Oh shittt. I don't know.

I am really not unhappy writing this. I think what you're all reading is someone who's been SO STRESSED OUT for so long that she can't believe that doing such a stupid fluffy job could actually be FUN.

Because it IS fun, to be appreciated. Ask Z. I told her that I felt invisible for so long, this is a total pleasure.

It takes a person with certain skills to be able to do what I do. I just don't know that it's what I intended to do. I want to tell my own stories. Maybe this is the kick in the asss I need.

Serenity Now

So when I saw S last weekend, she said I seemed more "serene". I would like to give the credit strictly to my change in jobs, but I HAVE been taking the happy pills for more than a year now.

Although Paul did say to me yesterday that I haven't talked about looking for another job in two weeks...well, I've been busy with this new gig. I'm kind of enjoying the ride for the moment. It's not what I want to be doing but I don't leave the office a bundle of nerves with a headache, complaining every night to Paul about how much I can't stand it.

I started to write that I don't care about my career. That's not true. I just don't know where I want it to go. I know it's not here. I read a novel by the late Wendy Wasserstein over the last two days (when you're sick, that's what you do). And I know she was this great playwright and intellectual, etc. etc. etc.

But when I finished it I thought...I could write that. It was about New Yorkers, post 9-11. All the characters had money, they were awful, most of them...I wouldn't write about that but I got her basic point about how everyone dealt with it differently. I could do THAT. (And I really don't mean that I would write about post-9/11, just that I COULD.)

I have to get off my ASS. I guess what I'm really waiting for is that uh, down time I think I'll have when I have a kid (naturally or by adopting)...when I can watch them and write my book. Although Diva said to me that in her writing class she's discovering that publishing a book usually means not that much money. I suppose it's like acting. There aren't that many Brad Pitts or Angelina Jolie's out there.

I would settle for being the uh...Parker Posey of the literary world. Although she lives here in NYC and I know she isn't rich. But she's got to make enough money to have a nanny, eh?

I can't be the Chloe Sevingny of the literary world (although I'd be trendily dressed) because her work is kind of unsteady (although she kills in that HBO series about the polygamist).

Oops Paul just walked in! Gotta log off this. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH he brought me flowers!

Saturday Afternoon Rambling

Am settling in for a nice blog now that I've showered for the first time in two days (I have a wicked cold, barely made it to the office yesterday...and collapsed when I got home).

Am NOT drunk at all, in fact the cold has put a hold on my juicin ways so let's get to it. I am drinking chamomile tea, although the wine bottle on the counter is definitely tempting me. Juicing habits die hard.

So I chased Paul out of the apartment, as he was stalking around with nothing to do. Today is overcast and sometimes rainy, which means he can't ride his bike. He did some puttering, worked on his art masterpiece for my sister (she reads this blog now, too, so I can't give anything away)...and was just generally being a pest. Told him why doesn't he get out and get some air? He took his pool cue (yes, he has his own) and went to his favorite bar in Queens. This is Paul's way of "getting some air". Haha. It's okay really. There are all these old farts there that enjoy trying to beat him at pool (think I've blogged about this before) ...plus his friend Eddie (very cute Irish guy) bartends there. Eddie's dad owns the place. They like to sit and chat like Sheyam and I did last week.

I am going to periodically save what I'm writing. I say this because everytime I do that, I am suddenly publishing in italics. It just happens, I must hit something. Wanted to clear up that italics aren't just for Magoo-related entries.

Speaking of Magoo, I feel kind of silly to give him so much space on the blog lately but I guess I was kind of anxious about how things would go down. As I mentioned, it turned out to be pretty painless--although I really wonder if we (all of us) ever get over heartache and how weird it is to have to talk rationally with someone who crushed me emotionally at one time.

Know what I'm saying? I do now see that avoiding him was a mistake. I suppose it happened for some bigger reason, if you want to think that way. God made me have to interact with him to see that I was over him. THIS realization has made me happy. I think telling Paul helped too. I can tell that boy anything. Although I also enjoy his "I don't need the details" mentality.

So before I move on, looks like I'll have to work with Magoo again next week. As I've told you, MW doesn't want any more "repeats" of TK's show and trying to pre-record without any warning is proving too difficult. We have to do them all early in the morning (probably the reason I'm sick, changing hours always wears me out)...and there's only so much you can fit in by say, 10 am here (10 pm there). Of course next time I'll know in advance and be able to line up a bunch of interviews before he goes or all in one day, something like that.

Point of this is, I begged my boss on Friday to understand that we just can't get five one-hour shows in the can by Tuesday, when TK flies out of Hong Kong. So he said, we'll get a guest host...and he said was I happy with Magoo?

Yeah, I have to admit I was. So we'll see.

On another note about EXES, Paul's hasn't contacted him since she copied him on an email she sent to her lawyer. A totally stupid email, as I told S. It says, in part, how her circumstances have changed, she's remarried and has had a baby and can only work two days a week.

STUPID! I am not a lawyer and I can tell you that email just proves she wants more money for her baby. I think the reason we haven't heard anything is because her lawyer said, what are you, crazy? IF the email had said only that costs of caring for their mutual child were higher, it might have carried some weight.

Anyhow, we called two lawyers and they both said P had a case. Apparently there's some kind of legal term for how this woman should have anticipated the loss in salary when she decided to have a baby. Or as all the non-lawyers among us have said, that her having a baby with another man isn"t P's problem. Anyhow, we're not doing anything unless she does, and if she does...we're ready. BRING IT.

I am suddenly worried about writing this on the blog. Should I not? I will take out if you all think it best. Just trying to update you.

Someone just slipped a menu under our door. Scared the crap out of me!

Have Removed Drunk Entry From Last Night

F, took it off. Sometimes I just shouldn't have a keyboard in front of me. Am in early today (thursday) hunting for guests from Asia for TK. He's just called me from some restaurant there. Wonder how many martinis he's had. Am pretty damn tired. YAWN. More caffeine must be ingested immediately.

By the Way

TK mentioned OPEC summit in Africa today. And how much travelling he's going to be doing. I am definitely pushing to go with him because it's just nutty, me here and him there. He also sent the following note to me: "miss you sampan loads" Followed by: :what is your phone, cell, sign, favorite beatle ER again

What a Day!

Today was the day I had to produce the show with Magoo. It went super well and he's a natural, actually. I did do alot of the organizing for him (which is what my job really is, so it wasn't extra or anything). It was strangely...not any trouble at all. And here's the kicker--a new mandate from the head bow tie has come down that we can't air any repeats of TK's show while he's in Asia...so that means Magoo may host it the rest of the this week (but definitely again). And now I'm scrambling to find TK guests in Asia, this time with a freakin TWELVE hour time difference. Any help you fraps can give me is appreciated. Look at this note, from CC, who is having her desk moved today from news to sales. Remember, she is TK's original producer: hi there. good show. you back at desk? Me: YEAH i'm doing the satellite things Reply: any of those guys come back for my boxes?? Me: NO Reply:don't ya love working with MAGOO? Me: Yes, he's a real pro. (this is me being diplomatic) Reply:and he seems secure, with no ego issues. ER.

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Notes from the Alternate Universe

Yesterday (Monday) I went and returned some clothes, went shopping, bought my lunch...strolled into the office at 9:30 am. here is an exchange between me and Cynthia, who I replaced on BOTE: How goes it? Me: Good. I'm uh, enjoying the parallel world today. Went out, got lunch, stopped at Bloomie's. CC: hahaha. awesome! like i said, you can make it really tough (forwhich you'll get no reward) or you can make it easy street.either way, if you're havin a bad day, you can relax a bit morethan you could on other shows (without it being apparent).anyway, as i liked to say when i was in that gig, you earned it! DAMN STRAIGHT I DID.

Coming Clean

So today I had my first "planning" session with Magoo re: Wednesday's show (which he is hosting for TK). It was totally fine. As a matter of fact, it didn't bother me at all. Found myself staring at the grey hair he's getting, and all the lines on his face. Ok, maybe I am being HARSH but it's true. Our affair was a while ago so I was kind of inspecting him. He looks like a man who runs around and cheats. We were sitting closer than we have in years, talking more than we have in YEARS...and I discovered something. The fantasy Magoo was definitely more interesting. This person I was talking to today couldn't possibly interest me. Now I wonder if only I had tried to talk to him years ago...maybe I wouldn't have felt so hated all the time. I don't think he hates me. He probably doesn't think anything about me except wonder if I'm going to go all Dark P on him suddenly. I told Sheyam when I saw her this weekend that I stopped him in the hall Friday to set up today's meeting, and that sometimes I catch a look on his face that's like..."should I talk to her? should I ignore her? Is this going to be weird?" If I was Lois-ing me, I'd say that is ME projecting thoughts onto HIM. Hey ya never know. Ask anyone who knew me back then. One other note--Z made me think hard about how I hadn't told Paul about Magoo. As I said, I told him the story but didn't mention the guy's name. Well the other night in the middle of a discussion about what Paul's going to do about his BITCH of an ex, I decided to tell him about Magoo. I said, uh...he's an "ex". A what? You know, an "ex". Paul waves his hand around. I don't want to know about your exes, he says. Pause. He takes a long drag of his er, "cigarette". "Wait a minute...THAT guy? You mean, THAT guy?! He looks like he could be your dad!" As I told Z today, five years of therapy for me...two minutes for Paul to think about Magoo and see the light.

Frap Summit in NYC

Members of the Italian and American delegations met to discuss issues of world importance, such as comfortable footwear (we bought flippies at SHOEGASM). We had a lovely Saturday. Drank much...ate a little. Then flubbered. Miss you already Sheyam! xoxo

Flubbering

After trying unsuccessfully to jowl, they settled for having me flubber for the camera. As you can see, my lack of lips is totally emphasized by flubbering. But check out the sisters' lip power!

These were taken late Saturday night. Sheyam's been having dinner, I've been drinking wine with Diva after FIVE mojitos with Sheyam earlier. The restaurant weirdly turned out to be at the corner of Diva's street. Diva, by the way, still thinks I was wrong but it's not "fatal" to our friendship. Er.

I tried my best to Jowl for New York, but Sheyam puts me to shame. Oh dear. I just look like someone whose botox has gone haywire.

Silliest Shot of the Evening

Check out my eyes. I just can't flubber like these seasoned professionals.

Wow What a Bitch

We have a situation. A situation that could escalate into a court battle. Paul's ex calls last night to say that Jazmine needs a new cell phone plan, that this pay-as-you-go piece of crap she's got isn't working out. That she doesn't take care of it anyhow...and that Paul should pay for a new phone and plan. Seems Eleanor's husband Mark refuses to pay for any cell phone for Jazmine...so it falls to Paul. Let's put aside that for the moment. This bitch just calls up and demands it...and unfortunately, Paul loses his temper and they go at it for a while. Paul tells her he's already strapped with all the medical bills he's forced to pay (remember the $8000 braces, everyone?) ...she actually questions him on that and I almost walk back into the room to wave the latest $700 bill from her orthodontist (which, by the way, is in addition to the $8000). Eleanor has this habit of taking Jaz to out-of-network doctors for everything, and Paul ends up having to pay the difference (in their divorce agreement, he pays Jaz's medical bills). So I'm getting worried about this. Am standing in the kitchen letting them fight but I'm seriously tempted to grab the phone. I was very proud though...Paul has obviously absorbed some of my Jersey Girl ways, cause he didn't back down and gave as good as he got. What a bitch. Anyhow, he finally tells her he'll look into it and then slams the phone shut. He's not as upset as I expect him to be (although he is this morning, I'm getting to that)...and I am not sure how to proceed. I don't want to get in the middle of their shit but at the same time, I should have some input, especially if we're going to get married. It happens to be time for me to renew my cell phone plan with Verizon. I have decided I will look into getting a second phone on my plan for Jaz, if it's not too costly. I think I can swing it. Paul can't change his plan in any way or he loses his grandfathered "canada plan". They no longer offer it but can't take it away from him as long as he changes nothing. What this means is that he can call his relatives in Canada free of charge at certain times, and he certainly doesn't want to lose that ability. I told Paul that if I get this new phone...then I am boss and he and Eleanor can sukk it. I am going to be telling jazmine that she has so many minutes...and if she goes over the minutes there will be consequences. That kind of thing. I don't mind doing this for Paul but I HATE doing it for Eleanor. Do you know, she told him that they are "struggling" because she's working only two days a week. Oh I'm sorry, who decided to get pregnant and have a baby with the man she cheated on Paul with? Not Paul's problem that she only works two days a week. Paul said to me that it was nice to have me there to talk to about this...when he was going through the divorce initially he says he felt really alone. It was one of the sweetest things he's ever said to me. Well this morning he came into the office and found an email from Eleanor, demanding that he pay for the cell phone and give her an additional $100 a month in child support. And then they can call it even. What Eleanor doesn't realize is that I have finished paying off my consolidated loan and will have extra money every month. That was going to be baby/mortgage money and go to my savings account, but I am happy to use some of it to pay for a LAWYER. Paul's divorce agreement is bullshit. I've told him this many times. I also know she can't demand more money in child support without going back to court. So it looks like we may have a battle on our hands. Bring it Bitch! Patfrap is ready to take you DOWN.

More on Working With the Enemy

Oh he's not really the enemy but uh...it will be strange. Although for some reason this doesn't get me all atwitter like our other recent encounter. Maybe it's because his emails are so predictable. As I told Z: you know what I felt mostly when Magoo started flirting with me via email yesterday. Mainly that he's so boring. That he never changes and he thinks that he's funny. He told me to "round up the usual suspects" for guests and that's him doing Casablanca shtick. So predictable! Yawn!! KC just pointed out that Magoo will be anchoring and I'll be in the control room...with Paul. !!! Paul doesn't know about Magoo and let's keep it that way. Although I don't think he would care, at this point he WOULD probably wonder why I didn't tell him. Life is sometimes...twisted. Perhaps I could call up one of my other exes and have them as a guest? Well unfortunately I didn't date any economists or Fed watchers. I know! I'll have Lara as a guest! Ha!!!! Oh man. I just cracked myself up.

Life's Bizarre Twists

Before I begin, let me give a shout out to F, who celebrated her birthday on the 10th. Love to my Frap. It's been a rough week...getting in early to produce Tom's show. He's in London and I'm here in New York. NOT easy logistically. I will definitely kick and scream next time and insist on travelling with him. Getting to the subject of this entry, guess who is hosting my show the day of the FOMC meeting, since Tom will be in Singapore. That's right. Magoo: Me: Just found out that you get to be Tom Keene on Fed day. Very cool. There are some things we'll need to go over before then. And let me know if you have any guests you'd like me to pursue...I know this is way in advance, just FYI... Reply:Never too soon. I think we should look to book a really good chef and for the back half, a wine expert. Reply:hey that's what i've been doing for three years! we're all set Reply:you may have to help me tie a bow tie, though Strangely, I feel fine about this.

And yet, I just let out a heavy sigh. Life is so...complicated! I am going to have to boss him around. (uh oh, now I'm starting to smile)

Sunday Evening

We're watching the US Open tennis final. Roger Federer against Andy Roddick. Andy is the American and so the crowd is with him, but I'm for the Swede.

We're also drinking. Big shock, I know. I went out to buy some wine and had to go to this shop where the owner is TOO helpful. I bought the first swill I came upon because he never takes, no I'm just looking, for an answer. He always wants to HELP. And when I'm listening to my iPod, I don't want help...I know damn well which wine I want in order to get DRUNK.

Wow that sounds angry. I am angry. All this 9-11 shit is making me angry. You can't turn on any other channel and not see some "five years later" bullshit.

I wrote on the other blog that at least, working with Tom, I won't have to produce a whole show about it. I don't want to think about it. I am having constant nightmares. I don't need help.

I want to have sex tonight in order to begin the pregnancy process. This is prime time, according to my doctor, and if I have to stay in this job for awhile at least I can enjoy the healthcare benefits.

Jazmine gave me a hard time this weekend about smoking. Paul's niece and her friend were visiting, they are both smokers, and they asked me if I had any cigarettes.

I didn't know what to say and when I hesitated, Jazmine wagged her finger at me and said, "I know what your deal is."

I KNOW that I am a 40 year old woman but there is no worse criticism. It gave me pause.

Man. I was so tempted to say well hey, your dad is a big smoker too! But of course that's a different issue.

Damn it.

I Love Having Clive on my Blog

He's so hot. And may I say, Paul watched me pick out this photo. My God.

Square-Jawed Ideal

Oh Clive. How I worship you. Of all the dark-haired, square-jawed men I've seen, you are the best.

Come to me baby. I will rock your world. I guarantee it.

Sincerely,

Drunk and Horny Patfrap

Quick Post From the Office

As I told Z, I'm having trouble getting the privacy I need to update PConfidential. Freakin Paul is always on the computer and now we have guests who are also hogging the computer (his niece and her friend, both very nice girls visiting from Canada for the first time). Have to go soon to have drinks with Cynthia. Want to blog all about how the marriage thing came about. It was kinda funny. What started out as kind of an argument came all the way around to when will we get married and where. Paul wants to be married here in NYC. He says that is his only demand, the rest is up to me. Girls, help! I actually told him I'd organize everything as long he provided the ring. Very odd, really. But yet, strangely comforting. He told me also that he's been thinking "alot" about when to propose. Then I sat there feeling stupid and said, so have I ruined it. Nah, he said. It all kind of started because he was talking about all these different ways he was going to spend his bonus and didn't mention ME and I was all cranky and started an argument with him and then finally blurted out, "SO I guess we're never getting married!" Long pause. "What?" "Well it seems like everything else is a priority except for that." "You are really nutty Patty."

Clear Your Winter Calendars

So uh...can you all be available in February or March for a wedding?

Paul and I discussed it tonight. I may be preggers at the time but that's okay.

Watch this space for updates. No, I'm not pregnant, I just mean I HOPE I am.

I'm So Happy, Oh So Happy

There are no words. Life has suddenly taken an extremely pleasant turn.

Check the official blog, but basically...I had to be Tom's producer today and it already ROCKS. Everyone wants to be on his show. This has nothing to do with ME but I can already see the benefits. He's got MW's ear and Jesus, I'm loving life now.

I'll repeat it--I feel like an abused woman who has been rescued, I'm at the shelter and I realize that life doesn't have to be so damn hard.

And the icing on the cake--Magoo today:

Are you the subject of TK's msg 9?
Reply:Yes. I'm his new minion/producer. C leaving for sales. I am super happy about it. Well, so far anyhow!
Reply:Well, congratulations!
Reply:thank you! I love ECO-related stuff. And Tom is the Big Cheese in radio.
Reply:Sounds like a vote of confidence in you...excellent news.

Look, Daddy approves! And just to clarify, HE wrote to me. And I didn't answer the last comment. The dude is so...oh golly. Have no words here either.

Today has been awesome. Sorry, I just am...so freakin happy. You girls have no idea how hard it's been.

I know it's all relative and it's not like I dig ditches. But she just drives me CRAZY. She was online today and wanted to know all the dirt. Also wanted to know why I was producing TK's show. She's on vacation, for chrissakes. Leave me alone.

Continuing

Paul's gone to bed and now I have nothing to say.

Except that he already has one tatoo and he wonders if I can take it.

I can take it!!!!

Our fight today is so not relevant. I'm going in there now to get some. Yeah!

We're Getting Tatoos Also

Inspired by Flavia, we have decided we're getting tatoos also.

I had started a whole entry about this fight we had today, but unfortunately we talked and made up in the meantime. Shit. Takes all the excitement out of Pconfidential.

Getting back to the tatoos, I think we're going to do it around my birthday. Paul wants me to get one on my shoulder. I think I will. Either that or on my ASS and then I'd be like F. HA!

Wow. Tatoos are sexy. I think we might do it tonight.

What should I get? A butterfly? A spider? A rose?