guess who’s b-zack?

The blog police would certainly be within their rights to question and cuff me. I’ve fallen off my game. Guilty as charged. When life gets hectic, it seems that my dedication to the keypad wanes simultaneously. For the record, I feel hella guilty, which then makes the words even harder to come by. It’s a […]

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“breaking news”

I dug Tim Russert and like so many other people, was really shocked to hear the news of his untimely passing. 58? Wow. Oddly enough, I was tuned into CNN watching the coverage of the R. Kelly trial debacle (I mean, what the hell?) when in came a breaking news story. With local news in […]

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nostalgia TV

So, my dearest, Scott Caudill, was in town last week, with tickets to the TVLand Awards in tow. I love me some nostalgia TV, hence this event is high up on my annual “must-attend” list. Yor-el and I even took a post red-carpet photo for the archives. Vanessa Williams hosted, Lionel Richie performed and the […]

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OK, enough about me…

what about Obama?! While I’ve been living in my own little, land of self-celebration (see previous post!), as I type this e-mail, Barack Obama is just 4 delegate votes away from nabbing the Democratic candidate spot. Although I really hoped (and voted) that he would make the cut, I just can’t believe that this is […]

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Val & me.

Mom Dukes came out to (un) sunny Cali to visit for Mother’s Day (click the image to the left, ours is the 2nd photo, toward the bottom). As I type this note (it’s actually Monday afternoon), she is getting scrubbed and buffed at the Korean Day Spa. I assume that she’ll be floating out into […]

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checking thyself

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a (closet) hater. Or am I just a cynic? I don’t mean to be either (really I don’t), but I think I might’ve slipped and fallen into the cynical, hater hole. It’s about time that I start to dig myself out. I guess I find that there’s so much random […]

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straight to hell.

If there is a hell (and I hope so after reading this story!), we should all pass around a collection plate to buy “Mr. F.” a non-refundable, one-way ticket. How could you do this to your child? How? As gruesome a tale this is, I’ve read the story a few times because I just can’t […]

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sand therapy

I can’t think straight. Like, not at all. In times like these, all I can think to do is head to the water, so I’m getting out of the crib and driving to Manhattan Beach. Maybe a bike ride will do the trick or maybe, just sitting on the sand will bring all of the […]

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