Lisa's Pieces: May 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

We've Got Hair

We've got hair. Here are the reasons

Cali and Lotus

LuLu

and Sully

This is what we do about it - Roomba.

I'm not a big believer in TVs in the bedroom. I took the one out of mine and Shawn's room at least six houses ago and poor Shana's never had one in her room. I always figured that we all could do without a constant stream of the noise. It has always driven me crazy when I go over to somebody's house and the thing's on all the time. Come on, read a book, talk to each other, don't be a slave to the marketers. So when Shana moved to a dorm room in August, her roommate's mom and I got together and just said "No" to the TV. That lasted until Shana scored her own room in January and her boyfriend found some long lost TV in his garage and voila!...Shana got a TV. What could I say? Then the thing landed in my garage. Now it's in Shana's bedroom. She's gone for a three day Leadership training and I found myself in there yesterday am around 5 after wandering around trying to go back to sleep, still jet lagged. I reached for the remote and surfed around through the body building and juicer informercials until I found The Brady Bunch. ...here's a story...of a lovely lady...

who could resist?

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Chihuly - two more days

If you live in Phoenix and you haven't been to the Desert Botanical Gardens to see the Chihuly exhibit - you've only got two days left. It's really incredible. It's totally different during the day and at night, but since you stalled for this long - go as the sun's going down to get a little bit of each (showup.com has discount tickets). Maybe I'll see you there...

Love, love, love the ladies!

The wine glasses were breaking, the soy sauce flying. Just another happy hour out with the girls. A little catch-up toast or two surrounded by the beautiful people of Scottsdale (okay, we made fun of most of them with the girls and their new boobs and the guys with their higher than there expectations, especially a recently engaged goo-goo eyed well past 50 thong flashing gold digger).

Started dreaming about a little cafe in France...no lie.