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The best laid plans

I had big plans for Labor Day.

Despite the great advice I shared two days ago, I was going to work the day away.

ear My ears had different plans.

I had a slight cough yesterday — so slight that I thought it was a reaction to something in the air — but in the middle of the night, I woke up slightly disoriented with chills and fever.

I took some meds for the fever, but it was even higher this morning and my head hurt, so off I went to urgent treatment.

The diagnosis: an ear infection. My ears were ‘as red as the chairs in reception.’ (They were pretty darn red.)

I got a big ol’ bag full of drugs, and have been parked on the couch all day, trying to get my fever down and my spirits up because I feel like crap.

And I didn’t get a lick of work done.

I also appear to have called my boyfriend at 2:45am. For his sake, I hope that was a quick hang-up that he didn’t hear.

(Sorry about that.)

Hat’s on

Congratulations to Ray Romano!

He’s signed a deal to appear in the pilot of a new HBO drama that centers on the world of rock-and-roll in the sexy, druggie 1970s.  Ray will play the right-hand man to a record executive (portrayed by Bobby Cannavale).

This is amazing news!  I think someone deserves a new hat…

ray romano lauren


Spray say

With all the talk of late about pepper spray — meme, ecards, Bella toting it in Twilight (yes, I watched it again on FX) — I found myself wondering:

Is there a difference between pepper spray and mace?

Yes. Yes, there is.

Turns out they are two very different self defense products.

Mace is the brand name for an irritant similar to tear gas and usually has no effect on criminals under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

Pepper spray is an inflammatory agent that will immediately take down and cause temporary pain to an assailant. It inflames the capillaries of the eyes and skin causing temporary blindness, nausea, breathing difficulties and an intense burning sensation.


Makes you wonder why pepper spray was the self defense product ‘of choice’ at places like Walmart and Occupy Wall Street.  Wouldn’t a simple irritant have been good enough?

(And wouldn’t nothing have been the best choice?)

Plus, this seems less funny now.  And way more painful.


Can you imagine being in prison?

I don’t like to think about it. Wrenched away from my dog, my home, my family and friends, my job — all sense of self gone.

But reading Orange is the New Black, by Piper Kerman, that’s exactly what I find myself doing.

In 1993, bored and lacking direction after graduating from Smith College, Kerman befriends a woman who is part of an overseas drug smuggling operation and travels for a year with her and her associates.

Five years later, federal agents appear at her door in New York City. Some 10 years after her ‘crimes by association,’ Kerman finds herself an inmate at Danbury Correctional Institute in Connecticut.

Orange is the New Black is the story of Kerman’s thirteen months in prison.  I started it yesterday; I’ve found it difficult to put down.

Her life there surprised me on many levels.  It was safer than I expected — she wasn’t attacked by every lesbian in the joint — and far more boring.  She seemed to have a lot of free time and spent it running track and taking yoga classes.

Although she was cautioned to ‘keep to herself to survive,’ she made numerous connections and friendships in prison that made her life at Danbury easier to endure.  Those women are the heart of the book.

Kerman emphasizes that the isolation from her fiancee and family was the real prison.  Danbury had four visitation days a week, and she was lucky to have a steady stream of visitors to see her through her incarceration.

Funny thing:  the wrong friends got her into prison, and the right friends — on both sides of the bars — got her through.