I started selling wine when I was 23 years old. It was kind of a big deal because at that time(and still very much now) wine was man territory for some reason,and it definitely wasn't territory for a woman who could only legally drink for two years. The funny thing is-women have biologically better palates than men, we've just been bullied into liking "red or white" or "chardonnay."

It's Week 9, Day 2 of my blog experiment and today I've been thinking about the friends that have come into my life over the years. I wonder how we choose our friends or how they choose us because it rarely seems to be a thought-out decision. It just happens, for better or worse. As I've grown older, I've learned who to trust, although I've made plenty of mistakes along the way. And, as I grow older still, I think intuition is at the heart of finding new friends.

Have you ever thought, we are what we drink?   Or maybe, the the mood we're in affects the drink of choice. 

I often change my drink of choice when I'm going through different moods.

When I'm going through my "I want to lose weight" phase, I start drinking Vodka Sodas because of its low in calories.   Whenever I drink the light taste, I don't feel heavy, the vodka is nice and crisp.  But sometimes, unless you're at a decently priced bar, these drinks cost more than they're worth.

In January I visited a psychiatrist for depression, an issue I've struggled with most of my life. After about ten minutes of listening to me babble, he folded his arms and sat back in his chair.

"Has anyone ever asked you about ADD?" he said.

"No," I answered.

OPIE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE

I live I a world surrounded with crazy people, so I won't deny that I must be a bit crazy myself.

Back in the dark ages of technology, I had a cell phone. When it came time to renew it, I decided against it because I wanted to be out and alone when I was out, not be able to have every Tom, Dick, and Harry with my number able to call me. “What Tom? Dinner toni…excuse me! Can you tell me where the dry mustard is? No, not you Tom.” Yeah. No. 

You can never go back. But I did. Today. To my high school. I wish I hadn't.

This morning, I was a Career Day speaker at St. Joseph's Academy in Baton Rouge, La.  I literally had not stepped foot on campus since I graduated.

I've driven by countless times.

Thought about all the wonderful years I spent there.

But, I've never wanted to "go back" -- I've been content with going forward.

My tiny, healthy, L.A. actress of a sister always does these 9 day cleanses that she's swears by.

Not only does it clean out the gunk in her "pipes" apparently, it drops lbs. and inches in a hurry. I decided I wanted to do it after hearing some horrible commercial on the radio about how we're all carrying pounds of waste on our intestine walls. Anyone else heard that one? It freaked me out.

Okay, for a minute I was going to write something important and spiritual and meaningful, but I’m feeling lazy.  I’ve been doing what I do when I feel lazy and now I must confess.  Specifically, I indulge in that guilty pleasure of our times: watching TV-on-DVD marathons until I’ve consumed a whole season in a week.  This is especially embarrassing if, like me, you don’t own a television so these marathons are your frame of reference for what’s been on TV the last couple of years.  It’s like I skip out on pop culture and then O.D.