Interested in a Gay Cruise?

For those of you who know my cat Chumley (and his bear) you will find this very amusing. I am beginning to think this cruise was created in honor of Chumley and his bear!

Here is the human "Chumley" who I'm assuming is the one who puts this whole shin dig together. I'm tempted to write to him about my Chumley and his bear and see if he'd like to hire him out as the ship's mascot.


For anyone interested in taking a Chumley's Bear Gay cruise, I've included the link below. Sorry ladies, it appears to be for men (and gay cats) only.

Chumley's Bear Cruises

I've always waited for something like this to happen...

But why did it have to be Miss USA???



Whether it's politics or pageants, we're really not looking so great to the rest of the world right now.

Naughty boy

Here we have a very defiant Wrigley, who refuses to drop his "stick" upon entering the house. He looks so foolish. It's been over an hour and I'm not giving in. That stick is NOT coming into this house!

my favorite picture

Here is a RARE shot of the furry guys getting along. It lasted all of 2.3 seconds until Chumley jumped off the chair and Wrigley took a flying leap onto Chumley, landing on his lower body and then trying to smother him. Will there ever be peace between these two??? If so, I doubt I'll be alive to see it.

Beauty Bargain Buy of the week...

"Oil of Olay Regenerist Eye Derma-Pod Anti-Aging Triple Response System"

We've now lived in constant sunshine for 4 years and after the first year I started to notice some more freckles and spots on my face and was developing fine lines around the eyes from squinting all the time. So I made an appointment with a well known, reputable dermatologist here in Orange County (the mecca of all things flawless and beautiful) and I asked the Dr. to please prescribe me the BEST stuff they had, no matter what the cost. And do you know what she told me? She told me to head to Target or CVS or Walgreens and purchase a jar of Oil of Olay. I said "WHAT?? You have got to be kidding me, that's just cheapy over the counter stuff for like $10! What can that do?" And she went on to tell me that Oil of Olay is one of the oldest skin care lines in the world and every product they have out on the market has been researched for decades and the ingredients are no different from that of high priced department store or Dr. prescribed brands. (Now when it comes to other skin conditions such as acne, rosacea, or serious brown spots, that is different because the prescription strength brands are higher concentrated than store bought products.) But for fine lines and overall skin maintenance, Oil of Olay is the best on the market. I even showed her a brochure that I picked up in her waiting room proclaiming a "miracle in a bottle" for wrinkles with a price tag of several hundred dollars and she told me to throw that away. How refreshing to find an honest Dr. not out to make a fast buck! I thanked her for her insight and suggestions and on the way home made a pit stop at Target to give these Olay products a whirl. It's been 3 years now and I couldn't be more satisfied with the results. A few months ago I discovered this new product below and REALLY recommend it for the eye area. Costs around $25 for a box of 24 pods to last 8 weeks. I use these in conjunction with Olay Definitiy moisturizer and Regenerist eye serum.

Here's a look at what they can do for you...

Pod puts the benefits of three treatments at your fingertips...for radiant, younger-looking eyes:
1) Resurfaces — regenerates surface cells, revealing younger-looking skin
2) Decongests puffiness — massage helps remove excess undereye fluids
3) Fills lines and wrinkles — microspheres help fill creases for a smoother look

squeeze to release product
apply with dabbing motion
massage into skin around eye
For best results, use three times per week.
Dermatologist and ophthalmologist tested.

It's Memorial Day Weekend S. Cal!

Enjoy 3 full days of fun in the sun just as long as you don't go to the beach.

Nosy Neighbor

Earlier tonight our neighbor (not directly next door, but next door to our next door neighbors) had a fire truck, ambulance, paramedic van and two police cars pull up to their house. They were there for about 20 minutes and then one by one they left. Is it rude if I ring their doorbell to ask why? The curiousity is driving me crazy!

Thank God for modern technology

Want to know how I take my thirteen year old psycho attack cat to the vet?


Digitally. I take pictures of his ailments and then bring them in to show the doctor.

Even the pictures are a challenge to capture. Chumley never sits still!


Poor little guy is losing chunks of fur on his ears. I've read online that it could be a sign of old age, ear mites, or worse yet, a serious feline disease. We'll see what the doc can determine from the photos. I hope it's nothing serious.

The 17 year ick!

I'm over 2000 miles away from these hideous rat bastards but they still manage to scare the bejesus outta me. I remember this time 17 years ago back in the north shore of Chicago, like it was yesterday. What an awful time that was. Our neighborhood was filled with thousands of old gigantic trees and when the sun would go down the cicadas would emerge from the ground and literally cover the lawns. They looked like flattened tootsie rolls wiggling and buzzing about. YECH! The mere memory of this makes the hair on my neck stand straight up! Then they would scurry their way up the tree trunks and settle into the branches and leaves doing whatever it is these beasts do every 17 years. One time one of them got into my car and thankfully I noticed it before I left the neighborhood because I jumped out right then and there, keys in ignition - door wide open, in the middle of the street, then ran, screaming like a bat outta hell, straight into my neighbors house. I wouldn't have cared if someone stole the car as long as that damn cicada went along with it.

Another time one landed in my hair while I was walking to my car and I fricking went ape shit. I ran all around the front yard bashing my head into the ground hoping it would fall out while spewing out all sorts of profanities. The neighbors were just as freaked out about the locusts as I was (as well as my mom and sister) so it was not out of the ordinary to see this happen to others on our street. It was almost a daily occurrence to hear someone scream out in horror and/or yell out random swear words. We all knew it was because of "them".

Then there was another time when one got into the house. I was upstairs and I heard my mom scream the most awful, blood curdling shrill from the kitchen. I went numb because I knew it was going to be bad. I secretly hoped that perhaps an armed intruder had entered our home but as soon as I went downstairs I knew we were not so lucky. There was my mom, shaking and yelling at the black beast as big as a fun sized Snickers bar with red eyes. Yes, he had bulging red eyes. She had grabbed a broom and was holding it in an attack position and just kept screaming, "What do we do? What do we do? What do we doooooooooooo?" I was no help in the matter; I just stood there screaming "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD!" We stayed this way for several minutes, screaming and shaking, but not taking our eyes off the enemy. We finally managed to tag team him and decided to shoo him out through the dining room with the broom. We took turns shooing with the broom and from start to finish the entire process probably took us close to a half hour. I just remember being drenched in sweat afterwards and we both didn't stop shaking for the rest of the night. I think I even slept in ear muffs that night (actually I don't think I slept at all) and we were both on high alert always scanning the rooms for others who may have invaded our home. It was like a real life horror movie.

Which brings me to last night's dream:
In my dream I was actually sleeping in my bedroom in our current house and awoke in the middle of the night because I was starving. I head downstairs into the kitchen to make myself a peanut butter sandwich. I didn't turn on the lights so all this was being done in the dark although there was sort of an eerie gray film of haze that illuminated the kitchen. I start spreading the peanut butter onto the bread and it's sort of hard to spread and I remember thinking to myself, "That's weird, we don't have chunky peanut butter". So I struggle through the spreading process, fold up the sandwich and take a big bite. It tastes awful but I'm soooo hungry that I continue to eat. (Now in my dream state I really think I can taste whatever it is I'm eating and I'm probably gagging in my sleep because it tastes soooo rancid.) I'm about half way done with the sandwich and I think maybe this peanut butter has expired so I flip on the lights to check the date of the jar and I look...the inside of the jar is riddled with squirming CICADAS!!!!!!!!!!! I start foaming at the mouth, spitting out bits of the sandwich, trying to make myself vomit and then I look at the rest of the sandwich and there are moving tentacles and blinking red eyes staring back at me!! I scream and throw my sandwich straight through the kitchen window (which breaks into a million pieces) and then grab for the phone and call Tom. (Even though it's in the middle of the night, he's still at the office??) Through screams I tell him what just happened and I tell him that he must come home right now, we have to get the cicadas that I ate out of my stomach and he tells me that he can't leave because he still has some putting to do!!!!! Ok, I'm starting to sweat even as I type this, just reliving this damn dream. Deep breaths.

Ok...so after I scream some more at Tom and tell him that he has to come home NOW the doorbell rings. I run to the door and it's my dentist from Chicago. He tells me that my caps weren't put in right and says they need to be taken out immediately. I tell him fine, take them out which he starts doing right then and there in my foyer. OMG this is so weird even as I type this. So now I am toothless and bloody and then I taste the cicadas that I ate in my sandwich and my stomach starts to gurgle and I throw up on the spot. It was like coffee grounds with all sorts of insect body parts. Sorry to be so graphic, I'm just typing this all from memory of the dream. I didn't intend for this post to be this long either so I'll spare you all the gory finale of the dream and stop right here.

2 fiascos in 2 hours...

Want to know why I replace my cell phone every year?

Late this afternoon I was playing fetch with Wrigs in the family room. I call it the lazy ass's version of dog play because I was reclined on the couch, throwing him the ball while watching some nonsense reality television. I also had my lap top on my chest (so does that make it a chest top?) reading Court TV message boards, once you start, you're addicted. I was paying half-assed attention to all 3 "tasks" and as Wrigley jumped up on the couch for the umpteenth time demanding I throw his ball, I mistakenly grabbed my cell phone. I was winding up for the throw, then realized it was NOT his ball but apparently the signal from my brain did not make it to my arm in time and I whipped the phone across the room. It slammed into the stairs, hard (luckily they are carpeted) but then bounced onto the hard wood floor with full force. The battery popped off, but not all the way so I put it back in it's place but the screen was black. I hit the shut down button for a few seconds and then blew on it (it was covered in both cat and dog hair) and waited a minute or two before I turned it back on again. It started up ok although it took longer than usual, but when I tried to call my home number it kept shutting down. So GREAT! I made need to purchase yet another cell phone. Come to think of it, this one only lasted 10 months.



Cut to....2 hours later.

I was on my way out to run some errands. I'm half way up the street and realize I forgot my cell phone. So I turn around and come home. I'm back inside and then remember that this stupid thing probably doesn't work anyway, so I postpone the errands 'til the daylight hours and head outside with Wrigs and his tennis ball for some "real play" (but not before I grab a glass of Chianti and a bowl of reduced fat cheese nips, aka dinner). I settle in on the lounger and have a sip of wine, pop a few nips and throw the ball. It soars across the yard and lands on a chair in the little outdoor living room area. It settles between the cushion of the chair and the chair's arm. Wrigs, being the baby that he is, chooses to bark like a maniac at the ball instead of jumping up on the chair to retrieve it. He is a Retriever mind you, but he does the name no justice. So I get up out of my lounger (wow, I just realized I sound like such a lazy ass today) and walk over to the other side of the yard to get his ball and I chuck it full force back to other side of the yard, where I was sitting. As it's in the air I think, "Oh shit, oh no." And yes, it hits my FULL glass of RED wine, which shatters on impact and takes down the bowl of nips. Wrigs is frantically trying to gobble up the fallen nips so I rush over to grab him by the collar and yank him back into the house so he doesn't step on the shards of glass. Chumley's right at the door because whenever Wrigs and I are outside he likes to sit and watch the fun that he's not having so a frenzied chase ensues and I say, "F*CK IT" and let them hash it out. I head back outside and my patio now looks like a crime scene. I pick up the big chunks of glass and put them aside then get the broom from the garage to sweep up the mess. I hose off the patio, head back inside and pour myself a fresh glass, in a plastic cup.



Moral of the story: Don't play fetch with your dog.



The weird thing about mistaking the cell phone for the ball is that I tend to do stuff like that a lot. Like if I'm heading out and have to throw away a small piece of trash in the outdoor garbage can (like a paper coffee cup) I'll have the trash in one hand and my car keys in the other and half the time I end up throwing out my car keys. Or if I'm putting away groceries and I am still holding my cell phone I will put the phone in the pantry or refrigerator thinking it's food. Or even scarier still, YEARS ago, before I was married...I accidentally mailed my purse instead of a package in a mail drop in Chicago. I better stop there. People might start to think I'm an idiot or something.

Artichokes and Q-tips?

Someone did a search on google looking for artichokes and q-tips which led them to my blog...

For the life of me I cannot find any entry where I would have posted a story about artichokes and q-tips. But if I did, I apologize. I need to stop blogging about nonsense at 2am when I'm sleep deprived. I'll take that advice right now and watch a rerun of The Naked Archaeologist on the History channel.

Nite Nite!

An Ode To Marriage

9 Years

The 1st year was a challenge, getting used to our brand new life.
The 2nd year taught me patience. I need a lot to be your wife.

Year 3, we found our rhythm and finally got the hang of it.
Then came year number 4. We're moving to Minnesota? Shit!

But we grew so close by number 5 - heading west didn't take much force.
Years 6, 7 and 8, where'd my husband go? Oh that's right...the golf course.

Which brings us now to number 9, it's almost hard to believe.
What does our life, our future hold? We'll just have to wait and see!



I love you bug. Happy Anniversary!!!

OMG I am now yelling at the TV!!!

(and yes, I still have a blazing headache)

I'm watching the season finale of The Bachelor and I seriously think these idiot women must be on some hard-core mind altering drugs. This has GOT to be the Nerdiest bachelor ever! He's always so stiff and awkward and seems to lack basic social/conversation skills. And why does he always sound like he's reading off of a script? He almost seems programmed, like a robot. And then when he talks in that high pitched sing song voice? OMG, I literally have to stop myself from throwing whatever is in reach straight through the tv. (Chumley jumped off my lap just in time.) What is wrong with these desperate women?!? Seriously, the high school drop-out turned sandwich artist at our local Subway has more charm in his left pinky than "Lt. Andy."

"I promise to bore you with my cardboard personality and corny jokes as long as we both shall live. H-he H-he H-he. Will you marry me?"


He reminds me of a cross between Flat Stanley and Guy Smiley. Completely one-dimensional and his eye brows are always in that perplexed position...



To his future wife: Stock up on the booze now sweetheart. You're going to need it!!!



As a side note, his grandparents were very entertaining. I particularly liked when his Grandpa was talking to him about being "turned-on" and how he needs to "think long and hard" about what will be important to him in the future. Classic.

Alright, now my head is throbbing. Time to shut down and finish watching the rest of Corn Fest 2007.

chris isaak con't.

Now I've got a full blown hormone headache so I'm still not able to blog much about the concert. For now, I'll just post this link for Hart Schaffner Marx, a men's clothing company that has partnered with Chris to promote a new suit line. Check out the video on the link. I think they made an excellent choice in Chris. Don't you?

Hart Schaffner Marx

Why I Love Vegas...

Hard Rock Cafe: Cotton Candy dessert bowl (I get this every time we're there)



Doing fun things with the cotton candy and then presenting it to an unsuspecting table of drunks...


Still having cotton candy left over for hungry husband to snack on (I didn't want to smush the candy so I had no other choice but to put it on my head en route to the Night clubs)


Finally smooshing left over candy into a sticky mask of goo to stumble around Vegas incognito...


And the best part about it - We're in Vegas so this is nothing out of ordinary!!!

Tonight's Dinner...

Beef Jerky followed by a dozen or so chocolate chip cookies.

I wish I was kidding. I didn't sleep well last night and was too tired to make a half-assed attempt at cooking. So this is what we ate. And now I feel all icky inside. We don't often indulge in this sort of fare but it was within reach this evening and that's all I could muster. My husband can be such a good sport (at times).

My Guiltiest of Pleasures

This is Enrique Iglesias's new song. I just heard it for the first time a couple days ago on TRL (thanks Bridget!) and I LOVE IT! His new album comes out June 12. This is one purchase I won't be making on i-tunes. Instead I'll do it the old fashioned way and actually buy the CD, complete with color photos, close ups and behind the scenes shots. He should start touring this summer and I've already started saving my pennies for the 2007 concert fund. Let the countdown begin!


(I had a severe case of the flu when this picture was taken. I almost fainted right afterwards. But of course that was probably not flu related.)


(Ok I hate this picture - of ME not Enrique! It looks like I have a mouthful of giant fake teeth! Not very flattering. Even Enrique appears taken aback by my gargantuan horse teeth.)

I fell into the toilet this morning.

Hard. A giant kerplunk, bare ass submerged in the cold bowl water. Not a good way to start the day. Honey, if and when you read this can you please remember to put the seat down? Especially first thing in the morning, when I'm groggy and don't' like to turn on the lights in the bathroom. Thank you.

Puzzlemaster

courtesy of...

This Week's Challenge:

"Name certain internal parts of the human body, five letters, the word is plural. This word contains an "i." Change the "i" to an "o," spell the result backward, and you'll name another part of the body that's very near the first ones. What body parts are these?"

This has been consuming my thoughts for two whole days, so much so that it was hindering my daily productivity. I was zoning out of conversations, almost drove straight through a solid red light, and many times I'd just shout out random possibilities, no matter where I was. "RETINA!" Nope that's not gonna work, it's got to be plural. But we do have two of those so does that count? Probably not. Plus RETINA spelled backwards replaced with an "o" is ANOTER and from what I can remember from high school biology, there aren't any ANOTERS floating around in our body. "SPINE!" Again probably not because of the plural issue but the spine is comprised of many discs so maybe-- "DISCS!!!" Ok what does that spell backwards with an "o". S-C-S-O-D...Shucks! DAMN IT! THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! Ok I'm done thinking about this. Time to move on and focus on something else. "PENIS!" Oh wait, it has to be an internal organ. Ah Crimeny! I give up.

I had no choice but to resort to one of the most intelligent people I know (Peter) and within hours I received the answer. I've typed out the answer in the comments section of this post for those of you who want to know. And for those of you who don't......GOOD LUCK!!!

Dessert Anyone?

While searching online for something totally unrelated, I came across this recipe for Cow Udder Eclairs: (courtesy of www.bertc.com)

Cow Udder Eclairs

12 fresh lean cow udders
1 pint of whipping cream
1 cup of brown sugar
1 can artichoke hearts
1 stick butter
1 small filleted smelt
1 container of Nair

Soak the cow udders in Nair to remove the hair. Repeat several times if necessary until all hair is removed. Rinse in warm water. Place a stick of butter into a warm frying pan. Wait until all of the butter has melted, then add the cow udders. Fry them for 15-20 minutes until golden brown. Chop the artichoke hearts and smelt on a cutting board into fine pieces. In
a large bowl, add the whipping cream, brown sugar and the chopped artichokes and smelt. With a mixer on low, whip until creamy with a consistency like vanilla pudding. Remove the udders from the pan and make a long slice down the side of each udder. Spread the pudding mixture into each slit. Serve warm or cold and have an "Udderly Wonderful" snack.

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Although tempting, I'm not sure I'd want to eat something after it's been soaked in Nair. And I'm pretty sure that our local grocer doesn't keep a fresh stock of udders on hand. It's really too bad, would have been a great compliment to the bull testicle meat loaf I have baking in the oven.

Something to ponder...

This came through to me via email today so I thought I'd post it on here.
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I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.

Garden Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.

Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.

Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?

In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out?"

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its butt."

If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?

Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if he's going to look up there anyway?

Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

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Makes you think, doesn't it??? I'm going to start compiling a list of my own.

Funny kitchen gadget

One thing I can't live without in the kitchen is my egg yolk separator. My friend Lori got this for me a few years ago and I absolutely LOVE it. It makes cooking up egg whites a snap and it's virtually mess free. I was searching different ones on line to purchase for a friend and I found this one which I thought was so clever (and a tad bit disgusting too!)

TO ALL YOU MOTHERS....

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!

Battle of the Beasts

I feel bad for little Chumley. It's been almost a year since Wrigley swallowed one of Chum's favorite mouse toys so since then Chumley has been void of all his toys. We just didn't want to take another chance so everything Chum had has been hidden out of sight. Chumley will find other things to play with, mostly items taken from the garbage. He loves to play with q-tips, crumpled receipts and even the little paper tags the dry cleaners put on dress shirts. And when I'm working on a latest creation at the dining room table, he's always right there with me ready to dive into all the craft baskets and boxes. The other day he found this blue pipe cleaner and has been carrying it around with him non stop. He puts it in his food bowl and eats with it and even brings it up to bed with him and sleeps next to it.

Wrigley watches intensely as Chumley throws the pipe cleaner high into the air, catches it, then runs off with it in his mouth. Chumley can play like this for hours, he still acts like a kitten sometimes. Chumley also likes to taunt and tease Wrigley. He'll bring the pipe cleaner right to the cut out door and sit back and watch as Wrigley tries to wedge his fat head through the door to grab it. Wrigley tries a few different tactics. He'll lay down and pretend to act uninterested in the game...


And then Chumley will get up and bring the pipe cleaner closer to the door and then all at once Wrigs pops up and a fight ensues...


This time, Wrigley emerged victorious.


Wrigley is not letting the pipe cleaner out of his sight! After several moments of chewing it, nudging it around with his nose and then laying on top it, he tires out and naps next to it. Who knew a silly pipe cleaner could be so much fun?


Mind you, Wrigley has a basket of 30+ toys but this stupid blue pipe cleaner is the hot ticket in this house. Chumley watches from afar as Wrigley is having the time of his life with HIS new toy. Feeling bad for Chum, I try and take it from Wrigs. He's not giving in so easily...


With the help of my husband, we chase and corner Wrigs and struggle to get to the pipe cleaner. Wrigs chomps down several times and tries to hide the pipe cleaner as far back in his throat as possible. I'm finally able to pry open his jowls and remove the soggified pipe cleaner. He is NOT happy with us...


But someone else sure is!!! Even though he still looks pissed off in the photo.

Friday Morning Funny

just a funny snippet from one of our favorite shows.

Cuddling with the Big Lug

It's been warm into the evening hours so we've been enjoying some nights outdoors. Last night Tom was putzing around in the soon to be putting green area and I took refuge in the world's most comfortable hammock. Within seconds Wrigley jumped in to join me. The last few weeks we've noticed that he's had another growth spurt and we're guessing he's probably close to 90 lbs now. This poor hammock is on borrowed time.

The Big Lug greeting me in the hammock...


He's finding his comfy spot...


There it is. Perfect.


He really is the BEST cuddler. He's just one giant teddy bear.

No shirt, no shoes, no serial killers

LOVE this guy...

Jeff Ruby, restaurant owner who kicked O.J. Simpson out of his steakhouse. I want to fly down to Louisville just to shake this guy's hand! WAY TO GO!!!


by: AP
LOUISVILLE, Ky. - The owner of an upscale steakhouse in Louisville said he asked O.J. Simpson to leave his restaurant the night before the Kentucky Derby because he is sickened by the attention Simpson still attracts.

"I didn't want to serve him because of my convictions of what he's done to those families," Jeff Ruby said in a telephone interview Tuesday. "The way he continues to torture the lives of those families ... with his behavior, attitude and conduct."

Simpson, an NFL Hall of Famer and Heisman Trophy winner, was found innocent in 1995 of killing his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and Ron Goldman but was found liable in a civil trial that followed.

Ruby — who owns restaurants in Cincinnati, Louisville and Belterra, Indiana — said Simpson, who was in town for the Derby on Saturday, came in with a group of about 12 Friday night and was seated at a table in the back. A customer came up to Ruby and was "giddy" about seeing Simpson, Ruby said.

"I didn't want that experience in my restaurant," Ruby said, later adding that seeing Simpson get so much attention "makes me sick to my stomach."

He said he went to Simpson's table and said, "I'm not serving you." Ruby said when Simpson didn't respond, he repeated himself and left the room.

Ruby said Simpson soon came up to him and said he understood and would gather the rest of his party to leave.

Simpson's lawyer, Yale Galanter, did not immediately return phone calls Tuesday night seeking comment.

"It was the first time since 1994 he has ever shown any class," Ruby said. "He showed it that night in the restaurant" by leaving quietly.

Ruby said after Simpson left, people in the restaurant started applauding him. He said he has received about 100 positive e-mails since the incident.

The walls of Ruby's restaurants are decorated with celebrity photos. A photo of Simpson and Ruby used to be on display, but Ruby said he took it down after the killings.