Have spent a great week in Hollywood with my pal Barbara Corcoran as she filmed the next season of ABC’s Shark Tank. (Catch it all summer long on ABC.) We’re headed to Taiwan, where Barbara is speaking on our book Shark Tales: How I Turned $1000 into a Billion Dollar Business. So, for those of you following the fun daily, I’m Gone Fishin’ from this page until Friday, August 6th. In the meantime put your paws on a copy of The Bedtime Book for Dogs for a furry friend and join me as I try to Tweet from Taiwan.
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
August 2. Forget throwing the Tea Bags into the harbor, I’ve decided to just abandon ship. As Republicans and Democrats fight over the debt plan, or lack thereof, I’m off to Taiwan where there are apparently no Republicans or Democrats. I hope by the time I get back, those we’ve elected figure out how to create jobs and close the loopholes.
Gilligan’s Island. Have you ever seen photos of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch? That’s the ever-growing island of plastic, floatables, and chemical sludge that is currently estimated to measure from .4 percent to 8 percent of the entire Pacific Ocean. I’ve got an idea. Let’s make it an actual island and send people like that Norway killer and that acquitted Mom Casey to live there.
$1,000 sweaty socks! I love entrepreneurs. Steiner Sports Marketing in partnership with the Yankees and Major League Baseball decided to make a retail bonanza when Derek Jeter achieved his 3000th major league hit in July. Collectors were offered items from the game, including the bases ($7,500 each), 30 balls used during the game ($2,000 each, unsigned), half-ounce containers of clay walked on by Jeter during the game ($250 a pop), and, yes, even Jeter’s sweaty socks ($1,000). Don’t argue with me. This is definitely a fetish.
Miss Polly Dent. Who knew there was a Ms. Alabama Nursing Home? Well, there is! And 100-year-old Felma Schrimshire is this year’s winner. She beat out more than 70 other beauties for the crown (and a lifetime supply of Metamucil.) The judges chose Felma over other grannies because of her weekly visits to every single resident at her nursing home to give them an “encouraging word.” When was the last time you even waved to your neighbor?
Boob job. There’s an app for that! Since breast enhancement surgery is expensive and painful, you might decide to use your iPhone to give yourself a preview. The app, which costs a dollar, allows you to take a photo and with a few taps, drags, and pinches, give the image some Pamela Andersons. Yes, I’m sure some programmer is already working away at a version for men. I’ll call it the “Sausage Maker.”
Paraprosdokian: “A figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation.” Here’s one: “Where there’s a will, I want to be in it.”
Question of the week: Whose idea was it to put an “S” in the word “lisp”?
Now, eat your dinner!
Pet Fun – Doggie Drivers
Look out New York, Westminster got his driver’s license today and he’s already barking at me to let him drive the Mustang. The site MyPetDMV fell in love with The Bedtime Book for Dogs and voila, Westminster is a certified “driver.” So cute! Get your cat, dog, or parakeet one.
Life 101 – Special Delivery
When I was a little kid, I always loved running to the mailbox. It was the days before Facebook, and I had pen pals all over the country. (Do kids still have pen pals?!) These days, the mail generally means one thing: bills.
But when the UPS truck rumbles down the driveway, it generally means something exciting, perhaps a little present I bought myself or a copy of The Bedtime Book for Dogs for Westminster to pawtograph.
Though neither of those things is why Wes runs to the truck. He thinks of it as “The Treat Truck” thanks to our fabulous UPS driver Meg Smith. (Look at him beg.) She has treats for all her “customers.” Now, that’s what Westminster calls good service.
Dinner Party Talk – For Your Weekend
Rest in peace, Sherwood Schwartz. The 94-year-old creator of some of my favorite TV classics like Brady Bunch and Gilligan’s Island has taken a three-hour tour to heaven. God welcomed him with some rum punch in a coconut cup and a golden threaded hammock.
Rest in peace, Betty Ford. The 93-year-old former First Lady, best known for her honesty about her addictions, her openness about her breast cancer fight, and her eponymously named Betty Ford Center, was welcomed by God this week into heaven with a giant vodka bottle, a straw, and the words, “It’s all good here.”
OUTRAGE! So, Michelle Obama went to Shake Shack and ordered a burger, fries, chocolate shake, and a Diet Coke. A 1700-calorie meal! Certain bloggers screamed, “how can she fight obesity AND eat a hamburger?!” In fact, how dare she eat at all! I demand she go on a hunger strike like people in those other countries without a debt-ceiling do. That’ll show ‘em.
Speaking of buns and wieners… Hold your stomach. Did you hear about the California woman who reportedly drugged her husband, tied him to the bed, cut off his disco stick, and threw it in the garbage disposal? Let me try to answer your questions. Her name is Catherine Becker, not Maria Shriver. Yes, she turned on the disposal. And, yes, bits and pieces were recovered from the crime scene and transported to the hospital for possible reattachment. Depending on the artistry of the surgeon, hubby may or may not have a John Wayne Bobbit porn career.
Turning over the reins. Excuse me if I am eMOOtional. Cheyenne Faerber has turned over her Ulster County Dairy Princess crown to the lovely Savannah Baker. So, hi there, Savannah! Let me remind you… cows can’t vomit, produce 15-20 gallons of saliva a day, and can only go upstairs not downstairs. What does this mean? Never take a drunken cow to bed.
Last laugh. I just read some statistics on sanity that says one out of every four people is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. Do they seem okay? Well, then it’s you.
Life 101 – #Happy Day
Hey, did you know it is impossible to kiss your own elbow?
What a week! I hope yours was good. You know what I’m holding? Yes, my books, but something more. My 2nd Grade teacher sent me a package of all my books and asked for me to sign them for her! I’ve been working hard on a variety of projects (from my books to, shhh… between us, an exciting TV project) and what a feel good morale booster it was to get her note! Gave me a Life 101 tip: send someone a handwritten note telling them why you’re happy they’re in your life. It will be the best gift of their week, I assure you.
Listen to this interview I did for The Bedtime Book for Dog on NPR’s Roundtable. I had a great (and funny) time with Joe Donahue. I think he liked my answer to what makes a lifestyle expert… Here’s to FUN! PS. 87% of the people who read this blog tried to kiss their elbow.
Life 101 – Dog Days of Summer
Heartburn. July 4th has come and gone, and we’re officially in the dog days of summer. Professional eater Joey Chestnut gulped down 62 wiggly red wieners to take the crown at Nathan’s annual Hot Dog Eating Contest for the fifth straight year. Sonya “The Black Widow” Thomas wolfed down 40 at the newly established Women’s Table to take home the pink Pepto Bismol belt. Yes, they each won $20,000, but I want to know when they’ll learn to chew with their mouths closed?
Holidays – Fourth of July
It’s July 4th, the day we Americans celebrate freedom and independence with barbecues, fireworks, and drinking a lot* of beer. (*Independence Day is the day the most alcohol is consumed in the U.S.A.) But just so we’re all clear, King George thought we Americans were revolting. By the way, how much do you know about America? Do you, for example, know where the Declaration of Independence was signed? Well, I’ll tell you… On the bottom!
Salute a soldier. Here’s an idea to add some red, white and blue to your barbeque: While your guests are drinking all your beer, bring out some stationery and ask them to write a letter to the troops. Operation Gratitude sends letters and packages to service members and it really lifts their day. Send your goodies to Operation Gratitude, 17330 Victory Boulevard, Van Nuys, CA, 91406.
Westminster wants to wish you a happy Fourth of July… and say thanks for checking out The Bedtime Book for Dogs.
What did one flag say to the other? Nothing! It just waved.
Happy Independence Day!
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Give me a minute. According to Shanghai Web Designers, here’s what happens every 60 seconds on the web: There are 695,000 status updates on Facebook. (ie., “just burned my toast.”) Almost 100,000 Tweets are Tweeted. (ie., “while reading this you will have just wasted 5 seconds of your life.”) Google serves more than 694,445 queries. (ie., “How do I get an opossum out of the house?”) And something like 14 billion eyeballs are looking at porn.
Speaking of Tweets, Anthony Weiner’s wiener is so last week. This week, it was all about The Pope’s Tweet. The Prada Pontiff celebrated the 60th Anniversary of his ordination into priesthood by picking up his iPad and tweeting: “Dear Friends, I just launched News.va. Praised be our Lord Jesus Christ! With my prayers and blessings, Benedictus XVI.” And with that the world’s biggest hacker target was born. Amen.
Speaking of Weiners… Have recent personal Internet scandals got you Twittering in your shoes? Are you scared of late night booze induced updates? Well, there’s an app for that! “Internet Shame Insurance” adds “privacy reminders” to Facebook, Twitter, and Gmail to help you avoid “common online communication faux pas.” If I had a teenager or was a politician, I’d be investing in this insurance faster than you can say Geico.
Hairy scary. Mattel announced that its best-selling doll for the age-6-and-up market, is “Clawdeen Wolf,” the teen werewolf “Monster High” model who comes with heavy makeup, a short skirt, big breasts, and high boots, and spends most of her time “waxing, plucking and shaving.” Mattel claims the doll celebrates girls’ imperfections. Oh, great. The coolest ghoul in school has hairy legs. That really makes me want to celebrate!
Crocodile tox. Several of you wrote to ask about my item last week about flesh-eating levamisole, the de-worming drug being used to cut cocaine. It’s true, you news junkies! And now the Russian government says there’s a new opiate to fuel everything that addicts you. “Krokodil” is a home brew made out of “gasoline, paint thinner, hydrochloric acid, iodine and red phosphorous” plus the key ingredient, codeine. Why is it called “crocodile”? Because you inject it in your forehead and it turns the skin “greenish and scaly.” My question: What’s wrong with vodka?
Now, light those illegal fireworks and eat your dinner!