House On Fire

So, my stepdad burned down the kitchen at my parents' house yesterday. Everything is ruined. They are going to have to re-do the room, buy new plates, silverware, all that kind of stuff and also buy new furniture and mattresses and do some re-upholstering for the rest of the house because the smell doesn't leave fabric. Even their clothes will probably have to get sorted through and seen what can be salvaged. Luckily my Mom and my Grandpa were up in Georgia, so they weren't there to watch it happen. But now they are going to have to go back to Florida sooner than expected, which is too bad because my Mom was planning to take my Grandpa to the new WWII Memorial in Washington, DC next month. AND they aren't going to be able to live in the house for about 6 months, so now they have to find a rental home. I'm still planning to be down there in August for about a week, but now it looks like I will definitely be staying at my Dad's house in Boynton Beach while I am there.

Hopefully, in the future Louie will not start cooking with grease and then walk away and forget about it!

"Live Every Week Like It's Shark Week!"

It's Thursday night, and although I have Lost back, I'm really missing my other shows, especially 30 Rock. So in honor of the crew responsible for "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah", I present some evidence of the idea that Liz Lemon is based on ME:

Jack: Lemon, you're here early.
Lemon: Well, I gave up caffeine so I've been going to bed at 5:30.
(This happens to me a lot since I took a 9 to 5. Especially on days when I don't have coffee and I've stayed up really late the night before.)

Liz orders her meatball subs with extra bread!

Liz: You are a suit. You take the hard work and creativity of other people and turn it into commercials and pie charts and triangle graphs!
Jack: What's a triangle graph?
Liz: I don't know! It sounded real.

Liz: I've got my life together, okay?
(A molar comes tumbling out of her mouth.)

Jenna: That guy was going to buy you a drink.
Liz: Really? I already have a drink. You think he'll buy me some mozzarella sticks?

Liz: I don't have any money, if that's what you're after. And I'm not one of those girls that does weird stuff in bed because they think they have to. If you're a gay guy looking for a beard, I don't do that anymore. And if you're trying to harvest my organs and sell them, I have an uncle who's a cop, so don't even try.
(My uncle is actually a sheriff, but close enough.)

Jack's brother to Liz: You know you would be attractive if you didn't scowl so much.
(Sadly enough, I get this a lot. Still, I'd rather hear that I scowl too much than that I should smile. It's so condescending. If I feel like smiling, I'll fucking smile. Otherwise, leave me alone!)

Jenna: ...And you're wearing a one-piece swimsuit instead of underwear.
Liz (defensively): I have to do laundry.

Now that the strike is rumored to be coming to an end, hopefully some more hilarity from Tina Fey and company will soon be forthcoming!