We had a nice little intimate thing going here.

My daughter and I share a deep, rough cough. It's pretty cute. First, she coughs (into her elbow as instructed at preschool--which apparently didn't help me), then it's my turn. For two days, she amped up her routine with a fever. I managed to avoid the 100+ dance. We share cough syrup from the same plastic midget cup with measuring lines.

Now, DH, my tough, risk-taking Alaskan (and wimpy sick guy) has thrown his entry into our little duet, bidding for a trio. He, however, must do it more dramatically, more 0-to-60, being all man, and all.

So I sit here, awake, alone, on the couch, armed with a small travel bottle of Purell, wondering if this bug is going to make another, furious loop of our germ circuit.

Or maybe I'll take the next off-ramp.

Are you all suffering with cold and flu season, just like the commercials say? Perhaps we are not alone in our musical, familial hacking.

what do you do when reading/hearing people putting down lawyers? I'm not talking about just telling jokes, big deal, in my mind. I'm talking about the whole lawyers-are-slime-lawyers-are-assholes-lawyers-are-jerks mantra some people cling to and spew.

Sure, I've met and worked with lawyers who were jerks, but I've also had teachers who were jerks or doctors who were jerks or tow truck drivers who were jerks. Know what I mean?

Normally, I let things slide and figure I'll probably not be enlightening anyone who already says that stuff, but some days....

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned....or watched a bunch of other people sin.

It happened accidentally. I was being good. I was on the elliptical machine at the gym, when I noticed this show.

I confess, I've led a sheltered life. The reality shows I've watched have been uh, er, "civilized" in a way -- Project Runway, Survivor, Top Chef. But this, this was tempting like a massive train wreck.

Bret Michaels, from rock band Poison, played the bachelor (although I read later he is merely separated from his wife, not even divorced!) and 20 women (to put it nicely) who were mostly 20 years younger than he competed for "his love."

Besides all his rock star stud behavior and their groupie antics, in the final scene with the two remaining women, he asked if they'd BOTH be his girlfriend. I had to laugh imagining what ABC producers would say if the Bachelor ever suggested such a thing to his final two choices!

So, it's done (except Bret is going to do another round supposedly). Now, I just have to scrub myself off and prepare for Project Runway. Where's that squeaky clean Tim Gunn when you need him!

Where am I? Who am I? These are not questions I normally ask (not saying I shouldn't....), but today flitting around cre8buzz, that's all I can think.

I feel old, ignorant, and clueless. This is my FIRST online community. It might help if I knew anything about computer codes.

While I pull my hair out and furrow my brow trying to understand it all (I feel a little headache coming on right between the eyes), I can at least warm myself a bit inside with the knowledge that I added a widget all. by. myself.

And let me add that when I went to business school, a widget was a FAKE THING in a HYPOTHETICAL QUESTION.

Now, I am adding them online. That's either KEWL or pathetic.