Et cetera, Et cetera, Et cetera...

Okay, I am swamped this week trying to get ready to go to Israel...work is hell...I have stuff every night...Shlomo is in Florida, so I have more to do than if he were here...so here it is fast and furious:

• I had a great post yesterday, but my boss walked up before I could post it and I lost it. Damn the company for expecting me to actually work.
• My painting finally arrived from Santa Fe on Friday. It looks amazing. It's odd when you get something that you never thought you would be able to own. I can still stare at it for an hour. I know I am a loser.
• Whatever happened to Natalie Merchant? A song of hers just came on my iPod. I miss me some Natalie.
• Dancing With the Stars seems to be getting it right so far this season. My hope is Mark Cuban is the next to go. I will be sunning myself/walking my feet off/dodging suicide bombers in the Middle East next week, so I will not know until later.
• If you are not watching Damages on FX, you should be. Glenn Close is her usual amazing self. Rose Byrne has proven equally adept at holding her own. I think there is a marathon on Saturday to catch up before the season finale on Tuesday. Buy your snacks and plop down on the couch. It is worth it.
• I saw the Jane Austen Book Club over the weekend. Cute movie. Emily Blunt is fantastic.
• Larry Craig...not guilty...not resigning...blah, blah, blah (or should I say tap, tap, tap?)...give it up. You got caught. Lies do not help any situation...except weight loss and how I look in my clothes.
• Chanukah came early as Shlomo gave me my present on Friday. It was a fantastic orange alabaster sculpture of a mobius heart that we had seen in Santa Fe. He gave it to me early to prevent himself from having to go in every gallery in Israel, New York, and even Houston to find the perfect thing to coordinate with the painting. It also made the fact that the Bayou City Arts festival had nothing of interest on Saturday a little more tolerable. On a side note, it will make it easier for me to force his present on him when it arrives in early November. I hate waiting for the actual occasion to open or give a present. I am such a child that way.
• New York in December...six plays in five days...we are out of control. At least it's a work trip for Shlomo...but it's all play (or plays) for me.

I guess that's all I have at the moment, I think I covered everything. I did not mention how disappointing the Finch/Canary show was on Saturday. Yes, we are big enough nerds to both go to and be disappointed by such a thing.

Israel is just around the corner. We all know what that means for my digestive tract. Well, at least I know OM knows what that means.