I'm in Love

With my DVR that is. Earlier this year I posted a rant on how stupid I thought DVR was and how I'd never get one until I can drag it to the gym. You know what? I was an idiot. Not only do I not care if my butt ever sees the inside of the gym again, I don't plan on getting off the couch much at all this winter. Heather, Parker and Hillary teased me endlessly about not having DVR and wondered if I was even of this century. I didn't care, that is until I started traveling more and realized between work and the Junior League, I wasn't going to be home much. Since I had gotten into shows like "Lost" and "Heroes" last year which aren't re-shown ten times a week, I had no choice.

That brings me to another announcement. Annie the Head Hen told me that my blog should have a theme, that way I wouldn't be so all over the place. I agreed and decided that since what I am really good at is commenting about celebrity gossip and TV, I would post once a week going forward about something either ridiculous I had watched or something I really liked. I may go off-course from time to time, but I am going to try to stay the course.

The fall TV season started last week so stop by next week for a new post. If you're lucky, it might even be about the series finale of "Rock of Love with Brett Michaels". If the big-boobed one wins, I'm off to the gym.

I Love LA.... (when it's not 108, dusty, etc.)

So I realized that it's been over a month since my last posting - oh well, I was good for a little while. Let's blame it on the steam-pipe explosion. Work got busy and time got short but I'm back, better than ever. So I just returned from a lovely 4-day trip to see my wonderful friend Wendy in Los Angeles. It was fun as always but it was also hot....really hot. Like surface of the sun hot. I believe it got up to 108 on Friday in the Valley - it was brutal. Wendy had a bbq that evening and all we did was sit around outside complaining about the heat and asking if anyone felt the breeze that was most likely the result of others moving to unstick themselves from their chairs.

On Thursday morning I joined Wendy and Riggins (her dog) on a hike in Runyon Canyon. When someone says to a NYer that they're going on a hike, all I could think of was something that wasn't flat. Boy, was I in for a treat. We were up and out of the house by 8am and it was really beautiful. You access it off of Mulholland Drive and it allows you unparalleled views of all of LA. The hike down was not too bad, just a little steep. The hike up, a different story. We hiked up the "spine" of the Canyon, which is essentially right up the side of the mountain - no path, no place to rest, etc. I'll just say that I felt like the biggest baby ever - it was SO hard. I likened myself to one of the contestants on "The Biggest Loser" who has to have the rest of the team come carry her the rest of the way. That's how bad it was. I was on the verge of tears, hyperventilating, a pretty sight all around. But I finished it on my own and even forgave Wendy later that day. I felt better when her mom called and said "you made Jen climb Runyon?"

It's much cooler in NY now and it makes after-work plans much more pleasant. I'm going to keep that way of thinking until I have to go to Nashville at the end of the month where it'll be hot for sure. I got to see my friend Denise last night and we went to my new favorite Manhattan Italian restaurant, MAX. It's the Tribeca version of the original in the East Village and is inexpensive, unpretentious, and delicious. Denise is moving to Bermuda for three years for work and I'm looking forward to having another friend living somewhere I'd think I'd like to go, especially some place as expensive as Bermuda.

I started off strong with this post and then it just fizzled out - sorry. Will be back again soon and I might even have gone back on my word by then and gotten a DVR.