Women over 40. Is there botox for your saggy knees?

These are the knees of a few celebrities over 40. Seriously? That's what this UK article says. You can guess whose legs are whose or click the link and find out.

The article says, and I directly quote, "Our knees are made up of skin on bone (there is no muscle you can tone to keep them in shape), so when the ageing process kicks in and gravity begins to take its toll, the skin starts to slide off the bone like a well-cooked chicken: not a good look.

Victoria Beckham (who has not even made it to her 40s yet but is preternaturally thin), Teri Hatcher, Demi Moore and Nicole Kidman are fine examples of very skinny women who have all been mocked for their gnarled knees.

Moore was so hurt by media comments about her knees after she'd spent a rumoured £250,000 on surgery on her body that she splashed out a further £5,000 on pioneering and painful extra surgery to rectify the problem.

There were also rumours that Kidman had undergone the same procedure when, following unflattering pictures, she was photographed with her knees covered in plasters.

The operation involves stripping the skin from the knee cap, pulling it tight and stitching it in place just like a face-lift.

The only problem is that unlike a face-lift, there's no handy hairline to hide the scar and the patient must commit themselves to a lifetime of fake tans and concealers.

Demi, as an international movie star married to a man 15 years younger than her, took the high-maintenance option. Most middle-aged women opt for the cheaper and less painful route: putting their knees into purdah and never revealing anything from the shin up."

How much longer till summer's over?

Saying Goodbye to a Comedic Dynasty.

You've all seen them. The wild and sometimes disturbing t-shirts of T-Shirt Hell. My confession? I find even the creepy ones quite smart.

Well, it will be over soon. here's a message from the owner/creator:

I'm done. I'm finished. I can't take the stupidity anymore, so I'm leaving and I'm taking my website with me. As of Tuesday, Feb 10, 2009, T-Shirt Hell will be no more. No, I'm not selling out to some douchebag corporate entity. No, we're not being sued by any of the over 40 companies that have sent us cease and desists over the years. No, I'm not going to jail (yet) and no, it's not because of the economy. Although, the recent dip in sales certainly does make the idea easier to accept, even though we still sell over 3000 shirts a week. I started this company in June of 2001, nearly 8 years ago, with the intention of producing the best satirical, the most controversial, the funniest t-shirts on the internet. Generally speaking, I feel I've accomplished that and am satisfied with what we've put out. I made a shitload of dough along the way. I've done cocaine off the better body parts of supermodels. I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi. But these perks are besides the point. I just don't feel like dealing with idiots anymore. Wow. I would love to be able to say that... just the last part I mean. Here's some of the shirts this company is famous for- and even more here.with a WARNING or two.

My birthday's in March.

Where I fished

where I fish
Originally uploaded by Another Good Thing

I'm a Northern transplant to the South. I keep trying to understand this place. its people and customs, its fried food... and I keep trying to like the entire state of Florida, but in my heart I'm truly a California girl- as my 12 years out there helped me understand.
Yes, I'm just a California girl on a Georgia budget with a yen for the Big Apple. I'm really 3 different people.
And all of that has nothing at all to do with raccoon intestines.
But imagine how I felt about Florida as I walked knee deep past that with my crabbing net?

Potty language

A quick note on coprophagia --which sounds like a lovely Northern Italian dish to be served piping hot with a cold glass of Pinot Grigio.

Well. It’s not.

It’s what my six month old puppy started doing. It is something that can make me think she’s not so adorable after all. It's worse than the cute nose-picking kid.

My furry little AWWW Benji look-a-like puppy likes to eat shit--huge loads of crap made by our ninety pound lab, small steaming green mounds made by herself, old white flecked half frozen and stomped clods from the garden and tiny perfectly ball shaped rabbit turds from the bunny who lives in the compost pile.

Apparently, this is a common problem with dogs- starting back from the mother dog eating the fecal matter of her newborns in the den in order to maintain a sanitary place for the wriggling blind bodies—but this dog is 6 months old, the only thing she’s humping is her stuffed bunny and we don’t even have a den.

So why would she suddenly do this?

I may have missed a few hints. There was one day a few weeks ago that I said, as I wandered around the yard with a bag on my hand, “Where’s all the poop? I haven’t picked up dog doo in days, yet there’s hardly any to be found.” Hint number two. My daughter said, “Mommy, why’s the puppy’s belly so fat?”

So, maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised…

Most Tuesdays are pet store run days, as the pet store is next to the dance studio and it’s a two for one plan. So once a month it’s dog nail trim time, as that is one task I despise¾ too many nipped quicks and dog nails bleed a long, long time.

So, we have the puppy in her carrier, as she is prone to motion sickness (something we all hope she grows out of ). And soon enough, bombs away!

My daughter, who chose to sit with the puppy’s carrier, says, “Ewww, she barfed!”

The rest of us say at the same time—“Eww. Something smells like dogcrap.”

My daughter looks in the crate and announces, “The puppy barfed poop. And not just a little-ack--a lot of poop!”

This brings a whole new meaning to the term diarrhea of the mouth.

The kids are gagging, and the puppy is puking and stepping in the shit-barf and I race down the road, pull into the parking lot and try to clean up the whole mess with some rags and plastic bags and bottled water.

The Groomer said it’s normal, but she winced when she told me, then held the puppy arms length away and pointed out the medicine row. I bought a package of Deter pills, guaranteed to end this “common but disturbing habit.”

I felt like a failure as a puppy mom. Whatever could I be doing that my adorable, fuzzy, six month old wants to shit and eat it too? How repulsive I must be to her if she would choose crap over me? And ewwww. She licked my mouth with that tongue!

But now, I see how she was trying to communicate. She taught me to clean up the yard more frequently, and feed her more fiber, like the veggie diet she used to be on. She now gets independent walks every day and has a new leash and muzzle (for the times we can’t watch her in the yard and she may be tempted), plus she can’t chew on pine cones or drag twigs inside anymore.

My big old lab looks at her like she is some kind of freak--a shit addict--but I think my puppy is just smarter than us. She is like her own science experiment, like her own little San Francisco .