Yet, still not feeling it. Birthday (last Saturday) was spent in York, it was awesome, Thai food and funny historical/ghost tour (and really handsome tour guide).

The ghost tour in Edinburgh scared the crap out of me (no, not literally), and I think I may have had ghost attach himself to me, I didn't declare that at customs, do you think that counts as helping an illegal alien gain entrance to the the US? I highly recommend it, unless you are prone to fainting or full on freak outs (recommend the tour, that is, not sneaking illegal alien ghosts into the US, because that would be wrong).

Had a fabulous time with Jules, went to York, the Lake District, Gretna Green, and Edinburgh. Made many American pop cultural references (made Jules happy since most of hers get overlooked living in the UK).

Speaking of pop culture, any Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle fans remember this guy?

Oh, and I totally forgot, in the Lake District—besides seeing a naked Peter Rabbit—I picked up an old Kodak Brownie for

£8 (roughly $12). So very cool.

Oprah and the Container Store have teamed up and you can get 25% off your entire purchase between now and 4/13. Just print the online coupon from the Container Store Web site and off you go. (you can print and use multiple copies too.)

Runner Up deals of the week: Overstock is doing $2.95 shipping on your entire order and Borders has a 25% off one item coupon (in store only).

I was visiting with my sister recently and she looked at me and commented, "Sucks that the boobs are the first thing to go when you lose weight."

I took that as her way of saying, "Way to go on the healthier lifestyle you have adopted." I figure it is better than taking it as an insult, at least for my state of mind.

Lately, (for oh, say the last year) I have worn—with near exclusivity—sports bras. Partially, because the fit and partially because my other bras are near the end of their useful lives, and partially because my other bras had been a little too snug. But my sister's comment got me thinking, and since I had a $25 gift card to Macy's and since Macy's had a buy two get one free sale, I went bra shopping.

Honestly, I forgot how good clothes can look when you have the right foundation on. I always wished I was one of those women with nice size A where I could get away without a bra. But, for the moment at least, in my lovely new Maidenform, I am content with what I've got. It's also a reminder that cheap bras are generally a waste of money.

They speak Punky. A new term was invented over the weekend, "booty block." Though unlike the similar term "cock block" this means to protect ones friends from engaging in discourse with someone they choose not to do so with.

We went through several permutations (starting with "boob block") but, settled on booty block. Of course, there is no assumption whatsoever that the person being protected could not handle the situation on their own, simply that is easier for one not directly invested in the situation to provide the block.

Anyway, suffice it to say, I had a great weekend. Good friends, a little adventure, and a bit of kung fu. Very cool.

Also, I am oddly optimistic about the future, it must be because someone promised me Cake. Which, of course, is better than someone promising Death.

Ruth Buzzy...Freakin' Ruth Buzzy shops at the Tom Thumb (Safeway or Randalls depending on where in the country you may live) in my neighborhood.

The Kroft Superstars are such a childhood imprint of mine, I'm like, over the moon about this. She was in Lost Saucer, that along with the Bugaloos were among my favorite shows (I was never really fond of Land of the Lost, the Sleestack creeped me out).

She apparently owns a farm, and she doesn't consider herself retired, simply living the life she chooses. How cool is that?

It has been awhile since I have found a book that made me happy. Oh, I've been tearing through (cheesy) paranormal romances at a rate of about 4 a week (did I just admit that?), and they are enjoyable enough. But, a book that makes me want to tell everyone about it, not so much (not since Terry Pratchett's last Discworld novel).

Till yesterday, anyway.

Borders sent me a one day only 40% off the cover price of any one book coupon and though I have been giving my library card quite the workout lately, I decided to do my best to help stimulate the American economy, you know, for capitalism.

I wandered around the book store for over an hour. Considered getting reference book (design or gardening or business or such) but ended up talking to one of the shop keeps. He recommended a truly delightful tome, he claimed it was the best book of 2008. While I don't have the basis of comparison he likely does, I can honestly say that The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is a good book.

Of course, this is all simply opinion. But, if you are looking for a good read (and to tell the truth, I am only about half way through, I am savoring this one), I can highly recommend it.

In honor of that, and the fact that he recently made an appearance in one of my dreams (hey, if I am going to have freaky and disturbing dreams, you can bet I'm going to foist them off on my unsuspecting and ever shrinking readership), I give you:

The Top Ten Michael Jackson Things for Sale

My favorite is this one, 'Cleopatra's Last Moments'
Painted by French artist D. Pauvert in 1892 (estimated between $20,000 and $30,000)

But for pure kitsch, I gotta go with this one (and it is slightly less creepy than the 1991 painting he has by Macaulay Culkin):

I want one.

For one thing, I greatly admire the craftmanship this guy put into this, but yeah, I just geek out over steampunk. I should have been born in a different era in an alternate reality. What can I say?
And is it sad, that despite only seeing hands I have a slight crush on the dude?

At some point you would think a body could only hold so much snot. But, apparently despite going through three boxes of tissues and a roll of toilet paper (when the tissues ran out) in two days, I've still got it.

Is it possible to drown in snot?

Is definitely in order for Mr. Gaeta. I hope.

Love Starbuck getting her groove back, so to speak.

I think I will miss BSG when it ends.