Wonderful or horrible? I can't decide.

I wept watching this video. Not sure if I was laughing or crying, though. I think I've seen that choir director in a Christopher Guest mockumentary.

RIP, Davy Jones. I loved you with all my teenie-bopper heart.

Oh, Fido. I can relate.

This over-sized pooch didn't like being at the vet's office. I have a physical coming up. I know how she feels. This is the moment right before you step on the scale.

Angelina: Such a poser

Would I kill for gams like that? Sure, I would. But, what's with the weird leg protuberance and bony hand on the hip routine, AJ?  Even when she was presenting, she was posing. Maybe I'm still bitter over her brazen poolside behavior witnessed, in person, by my husband, but methinks Angelina is trying too hard.

Missing the greatest Jayhawk fan of all

I've got my game face on. (Check out the size of that melon!)

My father - may he rest in peace - gave me many things including an enormous head, lead feet (the reason I rarely saw action on my high school basketball team), and an undying devotion for the University of Kansas. I live just a block away from that university now, and only three blocks from storied Allen Fieldhouse where the University of Kansas beat our arch-rival, the University of Missouri, yesterday. It was the last-ever regular season, Big 12 Conference game in a rivalry born on Civil War battlefields with Kansas on the side of good and God. (For you out-of-state readers who may not know - or care, understandably - M.U. is leaving the Big 12 for the SEC.) It was a down-to-the-buzzer, one-point, overtime barn-burner and the best, most exciting game I've seen in my entire life. After an exhausting night of celebrating, I woke up in a sweet afterglow tinged with melancholy. I sure wish my Dad could have seen that game. And I'm sad to see such a great tradition come to an end.

Happy birthday to my favorite Beatle

My favorite veggie of the moment

I'm on a serious Brussels sprouts kick right now. Here they are sliced thin on the mandolin, sauteed in lemon-infused olive oil and butter, then tossed in lemon balsamic vinegar and Garlic Expressions salad dressing. Sprinkled with fresh, shredded Parmesan cheese.  Divine.

My cautionary tale

    I'm hoping today's column will make readers think twice before hitting the tanning beds (which should be outlawed, imho). And, if you're over 40, get your epidermis into the dermatologist's office for a full body scan asap.
    Yes, I'm on a bit of a soapbox. But, I think I'm entitled.

"Skin Rules" rules!

I took advantage of a completely unscheduled day to stay at home in my yoga pants (I could live in these things), let my forehead heal, and catch up on my reading. This terrific new book (release date: March 13) is right up my alley these days since I'm determined to take much better care of my skin from here out. Written by a New York "dermatologist to the stars," it's packed with easy, affordable tips - including plenty of drugstore product recommendations - to help your skin look its best. The good doc offers 77 rules in short chapters written in pithy but personable style. Here are three freebies for you, but I really recommend you buy the book:

1. Avoid UV heating lamps in nail salons because the UV rays age your hands.
2. Don't use sunscreens containing Retinyl Palmitate.
3. Best over-the-counter remedy for extremely dry skin: Vaseline Intensive Rescue Clinical Therapy Skin Protectant Body Lotion. (Geez. How'd they get all that on the label?)

Efudex Day 20: Better than it looks

With one more day of treatment to go, this is about as bad as it's looked, so far. Surprisingly, it hurts very little now. The skin is tight and the cream stings a little going on but, all in all, not tragic.

And now that my bangs are getting longer, camouflage is even easier to achieve. I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!

And, speaking of Sir Paul...

The plot thickens (see preview post below): On the second night of our stay in London, a concert will be held in my honor (oops! I mean the Queen's honor) in front of Buckingham Palace.  Headlining are Paul and Elton, Tom Jones (get out of town!), Shirley Bassey and a"host of other stars to be announced at a later date." If Adele signs on, I'll be completely gobsmacked! The bad news is that the 5,000 available free tickets are to be given by lottery to U.K. residents only. (Whatever!) The good news is, there is serious potential for some major celebrity sightings. The bad news is, there is no way we're getting anywhere near Buckingham Palace on this trip. And the crowds aren't going to be fun either. Or will they? After all, what self-respecting Anglophile doesn't love a good spectacle?