Good move NBA. Donald Sterling shouldn’t just be banned from basketball, he should be from living with the rest of us.

One of my top five foods is eggs. Talk about versatility.

It’s spring. I have major de-clutter mania. 

Named best magazine cover of the year: Boston wins.

Reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, who just snagged the Pulitzer for it. Epic writing. Mega engaging story.

Great article on why Louis C.K. is the funniest dude there is. Agreed.

I went away for eight days, came back and ALL the flowering trees are blooming. I should go away more often.

This video is a little piece of what makes Boston the best.

90% of the people on South Beach should not be wearing a thong. It’s like an ass-a-thon. But not a pretty one.

I have such a hard time meditating, but no problem laughing, so this is some very good news.

 

 

 

The Pay-It-Forward system is a winner.

Twitter makes Marie Claire look stupid. Good job, Twitter.

And let’s hear it for SELF-ESTEEM.

So, that’s why we haven’t re-done the bathroom.

Gosh, I love a sweet potato.

Letterman’s retiring, let’s get us a woman to take his place. (p.s. not that i’m up that late anymore, but still.)

Red Sox Nation gathers for the first game of the season. Go, Sox!

The brotherhood of firemen is like the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

That’s some flower power.

As if the 17 year old super talent, Lorde isn’t cool enough, this just made her a brilliant, too.

This isn’t exactly a gratitude, it’s just a question, WHERE IS THE FUCKING PLANE? This is what I think, in case anybody cares, and nobody should, since I have no aviation knowledge whatsoever, except for that I don’t think it makes any sense that those things stay in the air to begin with. I think that the plane was hijacked by terrorists, and on the way to doing whatever they were going to do with it, the pilots or passengers put up a fight, and the plane crashed. I don’t know where but that’s what I think. Here’s where the New Yorker comes down on the issue.

I’m really grateful to my art director partner and friend Stephanie Zelman. She is talented and all that, but she is so good to me. All the time. No matter what. And I love her for it.

YES!  No limits, baby.

Nice article on tv finales. And we know I love me some good tv.

Best use of Facebook. And in Massachusetts, yet! Love.

More good closet storage solutions.

Scandal: yeah, OMG, indeed.

I love anything Jackie O. These photos, included.

Right now it’s 18, but tomorrow will be 54. Migraine alert.

So grateful for all the messages from friends about the passing of my awesome uncle Louie. I am very, very sad. Your thoughts and love make me feel better. Thank you. A lot.

My friend Bob, did a story on the preserving the marathon memorial in Copley Square for WBZ, and guess who he interviewed?! I’m about 30 seconds into the video.

In other news, it’s cold. AGAIN.

Tomorrow night, Lena Dunham is hosting Saturday Night Live. CAN. NOT. WAIT.

Good stuff on creative people.

They aren’t dogs or babies, but still.

I particularly like the two presidents having sex.

My poor boy Riley was diagnosed with Lyme disease last week, but is finally starting to feel a little better. Big woof to the inventor of antibiotics.

Grateful to all those moms who came to the high school to paint for the After the Prom Party last night. Flower Power.

I heard a rumor that it’s going to be 40 this weekend. I’m thinking of going to the beach.

Ally lost her phone. It tracks to a house on Cypress Street. Please return it, the whining is killing me.