Dr. Joy Browne

wow, did i ever love seeing the blue grass musical, "that other woman's child" until the fire, yeah, i said the fire. when you're on the third floor of a packed house, a fire, complete with smoke and smell is less than reassuring. four fire trucks, an hour on the sidewalk and a second act that had a hard time competing with reality, but fun nonetheless.

i know you're used to me complaining about tourists and how they don't know how to walk and think this is disneyland. but...i just want y'all to know, i redeemed myself tourist karma wise today. i helped not one, but two, count 'em two groups of tourists. the first confused the world trade center and the world financial center which are not only on different sides of the highway, but also pretty different. one is a huge office building with a gorgeous soaring atrium and the other is a huge, upsetting ex hole in the ground that is currently a sorta constuction project. i showed them the scenic way to view both along the water. so there.

i then, only moments later, showed a woman how to find the post office, so there, talk about helpful. i'm going to apply for my merit badbe. no more bad marks from the chamber of commerce.

ok so i have spent my first weekend in the new place... but someone's shower has alas, leaked into my apartment. The architect said he would find the leak... but I think the leak is from his apartment!!!!
So, in the meantime... deeeeep... cleaaansing.. breaths....and pots and pans....filled to the brim with the architect's bath water.

All over the living room. NOT good.

I was in Gettysburg over the weekend, and somehow the fact that it is still May and that I was on a double decker bus made me forget I NEED SUNBLOCK! I had a hat, and actually at one point tried to barter pretzels for sunblock from a biker chick, but to no avail. So now, alas, I have disguisting tan lines of which I am incredibly embarrassed. Everyone at the station has commented on how red I look. Sigh....By the way, a British friend of mine commented on the weirdness of having a holiday to commemorate soldiers who have died protecting the country by eating burned sausages on the lawn and getting sunburned. Sometimes, its a bit tricky to explain the American way.

I had a rather large fight with a friend today about the placement of a female nude sculpture. It is a full frontal nude sculpture seductively posed. His wonderful girlfriend didn't want it in the bedroom (tsk, tsk... no taste whatsoever). My friend, however, thought it was a work of art and I am on his side with this one.…what do you think?

You know when you're moving and you are unable to find anything and everything had already been unpacked and you just can not find something very important and then all of a sudden....VOILA! You find it and the world becomes a bettter place…however by this point you've renounced all material possessions because it’s just too darn stressful. I think I am about to get a toga and a mountain top, but then all these shoes would be for nothing! <>

posted by Dr. Joy Browne  # 5/22/2008 02:26:00 PM

So I read a story on air today about a girl that broke the record for selling girl scout cookies. Believe it or not *I* was the girl scout POSTER girl. Yeah, yeah I know...I sold girl scout cookies. I had two full sashes completely covered with merit badges... they looked like bandoliers, and I wore them crossed like Che Guevera! I guess Scouts HQ never found out about my days playing poker with guys from the air force academy & watching them cut down trees in a national forest for campfire.