A pilot by the name of Craig Lennell died yesterday morningwhile his Continental Airlines Flight 61 was en route from Brussells to Newark. All of America knew about it, thanks to the media,  including his wife Linda Lennell. But the passengers were clueless.

That’s appropriate, I think. No need to freak them out when everything is under control. But still.

In hindsight if I were a passenger on that flight I would still think, “DAMN… death was amongst us and I didn’t even feel it. Creepy!”

Anyways, my heart goes out to his family.

When I woke up this morning I remembered the news article I read yesterday morning before getting super busy at work and I wondered what happened once the plane landed so I went to Yahoo News and found the article. Turns out they think he might have had a heart attack.

His wife Linda says he was very healthy and had yearly physicals that said so. Pilots must pass a physical every six months to remain qualified to fly.

Just goes to show, when it’s your time there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.

Anyways.. I’m not gonna babble on about the meaning of life, or about how unexpected life is, or about how great the crew on this specific flight remained professional the whole time and handled themselves very well in spite of what happened.

I just wanna say one thing. One sentence out of the whole article that you can read HERE stuck out for me.

The pilot’s wife was quoted as saying that he died doing what made him happiest.

My immediate thought was, “Really? You think he would have liked dying while at WORK? Cuz as much as I love my job… if I have a choice as to how to go, and that choice would be to die doing what makes me happiest? I’d die while drinking a nice cold beer of maybe a nice chilled glass of Mumms Cuvee and eating chocolate covered strawberries while having sex.”

The Twinkie Sisters

We’ve been spending a lot of time with family the past month due to graduation parties, baby showers, etc and I noticed something.

It’s something so subtle that you don’t really take time to notice it or if you do notice it you don’t question it. It is what it is. Period.

What is this “something” that I noticed? The fact that we act different around our families. We don’t act like “ourselves.”

Or do we?

I mean what is the real us anyways? I’ve really been giving this some thought. Am I being fake when I don’t cuss, drink or smoke around my family?

a cigarette and a beer usually go hand in hand with me

 Or is that still me. Just a different part of me?

I tend to think we’re all multi-faceted. I’m not just a friend. I’m a mom. And a daughter. And a wife. And I have different personality traits that I hone in on while I’m around them.

But what do YOU think? Do you think I’m pretending to be something I’m not if I hold back a part of me?

Do you find yourself acting different in front of your mom than you do when you’re around friends? Why do you think this is so? I mean, aren’t we all adults here and if I’m a smoking adult I shouldn’t NOT smoke  just because of the people I’m around?

If I drink should I NOT refrain from drinking when I’m around certain people in my life?

I’m really curious to see what you all think about this.

For lack of anything interesting to say, let me show you what happens in my back yard every day.

Lola, our Boston Terrier is a very ferocious guard dog. She protects us from dangerous, vicious wild life such as birds, caterpillars and…

YES people. We have a very dangerous monster living in our pool. It’s white, has a long neck and it attacks unprovoked. In fact, I was just laying out last weekend minding my own business when it reared it’s ugly head and attacked me then immediately hid back into the deep, deep waters of the murky pool. 

*(OK it’s really CLEAR water but murky sounds much scarier, doesn’t it?)

We have named this monster the Pool-chness monster due to similarities between it and the infamous Lochness Monster.  It only comes out during certain times of the day (because that’s what we have it programmed to do) But when it does… Lola is READY to attack.

Now of course as much as she tires, poor defenseless Lola is NO match for this pool-chness monster so sometimes she requires some help.

This is when Sasha steps in. Sasha is her trusty sidekick. Doesn’t every hero need a trusty sidekick? And Sasha having lived in the streets and under a restaurant until we rescued her is the best sidekick ever. Sasha not only has “street smarts” but she also has more experience and is always willing to teach Lola new moves.

After they both attack this thing and make it go back deep DEEP in the pool murky waters they expect a little pat on the back. Or a treat.

We usually oblige.

Well, OK not Uma, but her character in Kill Bill.

Actor David Carradine who played Bill in the Kill Bill movies was found dead in Bangkok. He was found hung in the hotel room he was staying at while filming an undisclosed movie. Now the media is trying to say he committed suicide.

But doesn’t this just SMELL like Kill Bill Volume 3?

On Kill Bill Volume 1, Bill (David Carradine) and his assassins show us just how devious and skilled they can be at the art of murder. It also shows us how cold and callous Bill is, and how the baby Umah was carrying before being left for brain dead in a coma is HIS.

Kill Bill Volume 2 is all about Umah Thurman’s character showing us HER skills. Not only does she finish off everyone and anyone who had something to do with her child’s murderer (she thought her child was dead) but she also finishes off her mentor/lover Bill.

Of course Bill is very skilled and devious! Which brings me to my theory. What IF he didn’t really die? And WHAT IF Umah’s character found out and came back to finish the job?

And what IF the media is covering it up? I mean, why come back from the dead just to HANG yourself? Doesn’t make sense right? I smell a cover up!

Hu? What? who? You mean to tell me that Bill is a fictional character and it was all acting and I must be high or something to come up with such a stupid ass theory about a real life suicide?

Well in that case. My bizzle.

And, I hope you rest in peace, Mr. Carradine. You were a truly talented actor and I honestly can’t think of any reason REALLY GOOD REASON why you would want to end your life.

In fact, I think this makes you a selfish coward. Which is NOTHING like the character you portrayed so well on Kill Bill.

Click here for David’s biography and news about his death.

Last night after work I took Big Mickey to Wal Mart. He had money and wanted to buy Pokeman cards.

I also had to pick up antibiotics from the pharmacy for Annequin. He has an absyss from the tooth he broke last summer (poor kid) so we’re trying to get the absyss to go away then the dentist is going to kill the nerve? OR pull the tooth out. Not quite sure where we’re going with that one yet. It all depends on what he sees once he gets in there I guess? All I know is that this time no matter how much laughing gas he gets, it’s gonna hurt!

Annequin at his last dentist appt

Anyways, then I took Annequin to baseball practice, then came home and made dinner. I was really wore out. This past week or so has been hectic.

Annequin and Big Mickey's little league picture

So I opened a bottle of Tobin James Reserve Label Cabernet Sauvrignon.

WOW! Can I just say? LIQUID GOLD. It was one of my favorite bottles so far! The only problem is that it was soooooo good I drank the whole bottle so I’m feeling a little sluggish this morning.

Oh well! Nothing a lunch from my favorite Mexican restaurant won’t cure!

So if you bothered reading my previous blog entry you know that my cousin Kim has met Gilles Marini (hot sexy neighbor on the Sex And The City movie) before while at a school field trip at the Los Angeles Zoo.

What you may NOT know is that she has contacted him through his website and he said they should take a more recent picture Monday, during the Dancing With The Stars taping.

So I waited and waited in anticipation to see if this would actually happen. If it did I was gonna post the pictures here. But it didn’t. All that happened is that he waved at her and said he’d be right back but never came back. He then proceeded to dance not as great as usual but still got three 9’s from the judges.

I jokingly told Kim she made him nervous and therefore he lost concentration! hahaha..

Seriously though? I wonder what was going through his head about her? Fan or potential stalker? hahahahahah…

Also, sorry I’ve been M.I.A lately. Mr. Twinkie contracted a flesh eating bacteria on his leg called “strep leg” and he’s been in the hospital since Thursday. He was finally released Monday but is still hurting and not doing too good. Oh..I mean..he’s doing ok as far as his leg is healing just fine but the antibiotics knock him off his ass and make him sick to his stomach.

The whole situation has been pretty stressful for me. Yes ME! hahaha.. Ok maybe for him too? But mostly me.

Before you think I’m a self centered biotch let me explain!  The scariest part wasn’t the leg, you see. It was that no matter how bad it got he refused to go the E.R. I mean, HELLO??? If the fact that your leg is full of flesh eating bacteria isn’t a good reason to seek medical help… well then, hell? What is?

Of course I shouldn’t talk TOO much shit because from the pictures I’ve seen on the internet it could have gotten much worse.

Which incidentally,  is what I kept telling him.

“WHY do you want to wait till it’s eaten away most of your leg when we can treat it aggressively NOW?”

 He finally obliged after five days of pain after he got his first oozie sore.

Well, that’s it for now. Make sure you check out the link to the Gilles Marini story. The pictures are quite scrumptious. Seriously. And if you still don’t know who he is can I just say two words to you?

 ”FULL FRONTAL” (on the Sex And The City Movie) and “PERFECT SCORE” on Dancing With The Stars with Cherryl Burker, who by the way is the best dancer/choreographer EVER!!