I watched 2 movies this evening! Swept Away by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August and Les Parapluies de Cherbourg. Swept Away wasn’t nearly as good as I expected. Les Parapluies de Cherbourg was much better than I expected. Yes, it’s true, the film prompted tears. When was the last time I cried during a movie? During Dumbo, maybe. Doesn’t happen often to me. And it was so odd, I really didn’t want Guy and Geneviève to be together so I am not sure why I was bawling.

My arm still hurts. I think I am going to call my physician tomorrow. Wanna bet this conversation will take place, since it occurs no matter what is wrong with me:

Donna: Doctor, I fell last Thursday and my arm continues to hurt
Doctor: Any chance you’re pregnant?

I DID MY EXPENSE REPORT ON TIME!!!!!!!!

Just walked in the door. I spent the last few days in Chicago. Trying to figure out what in the world is going on with my company and department– I still don’t know. On Monday and Tuesday, I went to nice restaurants and ordered Filet Mignon. Figured I might as well get a couple of good meals out of the trip.

Sunday was the Housewarming party and I think it could be deemed a success. Almost everyone who was invited attended. (Missed you, John!) I invited the guy who works with my mother and just recently had his 30th birhtday party that I attended with my mom. The jerk never RSVPed and didn’t show. How rude! And I was simply trying to be friendly! At any rate, it was so nice seeing all my family and friends together. We’ll have to do it again! BTW: The Thank You notes will be in the mail shortly!

Today is the day of my little get together for close friends (2) and family to show off the Donna Villa! The house is very close to ready. I still have a few hours before the guests arrive. I am excited. The weather seems to be shaping up. At least it isn’t raining.
BTW: I FOUND MY DAVY JONES FINGER PUPPET!!!! He was at home living with my parents. Can you believe it? I tore this place apart looking for him! I really should watch eBay and try to get a Mike finger puppet. I’ve had Davy and Micky since I was a kid. My mother bought them on sale at Two Guys. When I was younger, I had no clue who they were. My mom once told me they were Sonny and Cher. “But why does Cher look like a man, Mommy?” “That’s just the way she looks, Donna.” Little did she know this seemingly innocent comment would come back and haunt me as I got older and people started to tell me that I looked like a young, ethnic Cher. I don’t think that resemblance can be seen now since— I CUT MY HAIR OFF!!!! Yes, on Thursday, right after my fall, I went to the hair dresser and she said, “Let’s chop it off!” I liked her directness and couldn’t help but say, “DO IT!” It is above my chin and I am loving it. My hair has been long for so long. I really started growing it long after Heiko broke up with me. I figured if I was going to be back on the market, long hair was an asset. It is a well known fact that men love long hair. Although, having the long hair never seemed to help me catch a man. Apparently a flirty personality trumps long hair. Oh well. It is gone now. Swept up and disposed of at the hair salon.

Ronald Reagan died!!!! Of course it might be argued that THE Ronald Reagan died a long time ago and now his body has finally followed. What a president! I can still hear him say: “Mr. Gorbachev, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!” Much better than Ich bin ein Berliner, if you ask me. I remember when he was elected back in 1980. I was in first grade and I wanted Jimmy Carter to win. (Hey, I was 6 years old, I didn’t know any better!) I eventually came to like Reagan even though he would annoy me by pre-empting my favorite TV shows every now and then. Funny how it doesn’t seem that long ago. At any rate, RIP Mr. President!

Day-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Gotta jump down spin around
Do a load of laundry
Gotta jump down spin around
Put it in the dryer!

Gotta jump down!
Cook a mess of salad
Gotta jump down!
Cook a mess of cookies

Work Work Work Senora!
SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!

I was walking down the street, many thoughts clouding my mind, when all of a sudden my foot catches the curb and the next thing I know I am kissing the sidewalk. I popped back up and tried to dust myself off. My right arm ached. The appointment I was rushing off to couldn’t wait so I just kept going, besides, I pride myself on not being a baby. Once at the hair salon, I asked for a bag of ice and I kept it on my arm as my hair was cut. As I was leaving the shop I started to panic trying to figure out how I would drive left-handed. I called my Dad who I had planned on meeting at DeLorenzo’s for pizza. “Don’t think I can make pizza tonight Daddy, and oh yeah, I think I damaged my right arm because I can’t move it without extreme pain.” He told me to go to the Emergency Room and he and Mom would meet me there. I navigated through Doylestown to Newtown using just my left hand to drive and got to St. Mary’s unscathed. My parents gave up their night of pizza to meet me at the hospital. My mom stayed with me, signing papers and making silly jokes. After about 6 X-rays, I am told I just have a contusion and need to keep my arm elevated and iced. A deep sigh of relief came from both me and my mother. Sunday I have some friends and family coming to see the Donna Villa and then on Monday I leave for Chicago to meet my new boss (long story). A broken arm, as you can see, would be entirely unacceptable.

At any rate, my arm still aches and I have it in a sling. I am still somewhat panicked trying to figure how I am going to clean the house and cook food with just my left arm, but I can do it. Maybe my arm will start to feel better sooner rather than later. I remember an episode of the Incredible Hulk where Bill Bixby and guest star Mariette Hartley try to heal his “inner demon” using mind control. It didn’t work for Dr. Banner because gamma radiation is a bitch but I’ve been trying the same therapy hoping it might work on me. I will let you know how I feel in a few days.

PS Yes, I typed this entire entry using my left hand and aren’t I the luckiest girl in the world to have such amazing parents?

The good and bad are always struggling against each other. Sure you may seem like a nice person but you too have some good and bad grappling within you. The other night I scrupulously returned to a store to purchase a pair of drapes the cashier mistakenly didn’t ring up. I was feeling so good. A day goes by and I turn on the TV and all that good goes right out the window. What happened? I watched and enjoyed the immensely evil show: The WB’s Superstar USA. It is a ripoff of American Idol except only the really bad singers survive. Those poor deluded people! I am unsure if they are in on the joke or they were deprived of oxygen in their mother’s womb. It was wrong to sit and laugh at these, quite possibly, simple-minded singers but I found that I couldn’t take my eyes off the tube! It held me in an evil grip! Thankfully I do not have a tv that gets reception in my house so I will not be tempted to watch this horrible show again. Of course, I may just find myself at my parent’s house for the finale, but that would be purely coincidence.