Drop Drawer No More…

Millions of women wept today as the news of Brad Pitt hit the air–  he will no longer drop drawer for a movie role. 

(this certainly explains all the black being worn around the office this morning… )

Thank God for Cheetos and Chopin…

After overindulging on Turkey Day– gobbling down gluten-filled goodies that I normally avoid– I wisely resumed my gluten-free diet this past Monday.  Sure, I feel better–  no bloating;  no churning and tossing, rumblings or grumblings.    But, damn! this diet can be a royal pain in the ass to follow (especially when you’re craving junk food), as there’s gluten in practically all convenience/pre-packaged foods.   Please, let’s not even mention beer– and my fondness for New Castle.  *whimper*

So, with NO wheat/oats/rye/barley, what’s a Contessa to look forward to? 

Well, let me tell ‘ya– I’m singing the praises of the puffed, cheese-dusted corn delights better known as Cheetos, and I’m down on my knees giving glory to Chopin (the potato vodka, not the composer!).   

Now, if I can just make it through December without touchin’ the one-inch-thick frosted sugar cookies, the chocolate-dipped pretzel sticks, and the freakin’ chex mix… 

(Lord, give me strength!)

… and a partridge in a DUST tree.

Our office Christmas tree was delivered today… along with five year’s worth of storage dust.  It was erected in the corner– all 25 feet of it– right next to my cube.  Of all the cubes in all of cubefarmland, why my space?  Serves me right for gloating that I had the proverbial “Park Place” equivalent of cubefarm real estate.  *%$#!, there goes my resale value…

Embracing my inner geekette…

Yesterday, I spent almost 3 full hours watching back-to-back episodes of the Mt Everest expedition series on the Discovery Channel.  I’m not really sure if what I’ve been watching is current footage (albeit taped from May 2007)– or rerun material from earlier this year– but I’m totally geeked.  I’m actually thinking that I’m now “caught up” on the series and can pick up the next (think NEW!) episode tomorrow evening.  Is there anything better?… OK, maybe the Olympic track & field events… or the Ironman World Championship.  The REAL ironman… in Hawaii.  Not that 70.3 crap.  Of course, this is all coming from a girl that will actually– did actually– watch the entire live footage of the recent men’s Olympic marathon qualifier in NYC.  Ryan Hall– absolute running perfection.  a BEAST.  But, I digress…

Back to the biggest beast (bitch?!) ever–  EVEREST!  I first became fascinated with the mountain after reading Krakauer’s Into Thin Air.  I’ve been hooked ever since.   You gotta LOVE that which requires not only brute physical strength– but mental toughness as well.   Combine that with the SMARTS of an athlete who intuitively knows when he’s been beaten (for the time being!) and forgoes the chance to summit Everest.  Respecting the mountain.  Knowing that, next spring, there will indeed be another May.  another attempt.  another chance to prove who’s Top Dog.

Desperately seeking Contessa…

It’s been a long, long time.  I’ve missed me.