First Class First Time

What's the cliche - "ignorance is bliss?"

I think that's how I felt about flying coach. I never knew what it was like on the other side of the wall, the first class side, so I was content. I didn't know what I was missing.

While preparing to board a flight from NYC back to Los Angeles, a flight attendant asked if we'd mind taking a later, direct flight to Los Angeles, and she'd bump us up to first class. Why not?

What's so great about first class? The ample leg room, the cushy seats, the cup holder on the arm rest so that you can have a drink near you without having your tray table down the entire ride are some of the plush details I was impressed with during my first first-class flight. But my favorite part about it? The warm chocolate chip cookies and glass of milk we were served about a 1/2 hour before landing.

I could get use to the jet-setting life of being a first class lady...but maybe I'll have to wait a few years.

Central Park in mid-July

loud mouthed kids
shady trees
panting dogs
not so chilled drinks from street vendors
cool breeze
sweaty strapless bra slowly sliding down your wet rib cage in the heat as you walk

So Long, WB

(DEEP BOOMING VOICE:)
TONIGHT, ON THE WB...
A young woman says goodbye to the life she's known for three years...what will be the next adventure on her journey?

This is the last post I will ever write from my office at the WB...

Today, I packed up my little corner office on the Warner Bros. Ranch. I filled boxes with a melange of my personal junk: pictures, books, my West Highland terrier desk calendar, special pens, gifts from shows, receipts, etc. and stuffed the boxes into the back of my four door sedan.

It is a bittersweet goodbye. I am not sure how I feel, but I know it's time to move on. It would be easier to not look back if I knew exactly where I was going, but I am trying to keep my chin up and realize that change is good and healthy. I am anxious to find out what's next on my career path, and am encouraged by some of the possibilities...

So, Michigan J, it's been a good three-year run with you. Within your halls, I was promoted to my first executive job and I had the opportunity to work with many talented individuals, and for this I am grateful...but now it's time to say goodbye...

Those Dog Gone Dreams

Someone once told me that if you dream that someone dies, it means is that if you lost that person, you'd be devastated. You fear that person leaving your life, and leaving you alone on earth.

Well, I wonder if that same interpretation applies to the death of a canine in a dream as well? I have recurring nightmares that my favorite four legged friend, Murphy White, is dying or dies. I wake up feeling sad and guilt-ridden because I don't get to see her nearly enough since she lives with my parents two hours away from me. My parents have 3 acres of land, and wide expanses of lawn that she loves to roll around in, as well as several porches where she enjoys sunning herself throughout the day.

Last night I dreamt that she wasn't eating, and I was trying to hand-feed her anything I could get her to swallow, and my aunt told me "Susan, it's hopeless. She's dying..." And I woke up with tears in my eyes.

I know that death is a fact of life. I know that pets don't have the life-span that humans do. I know that eventually, everything and everyone passes, and that by dwelling on this fact, it just makes you consumed with morbid thoughts and takes away from the joie de vivre...but why can't I tell myself this when I am in dream-land...how do I stop these recurring visions of Murphy's inevitable (but possibly far off) passing on?

And more importantly, how can I be sure that little Schmurphy-Murphy knows how much she is loved?