31 August 2006

I wanna see some popozao.

Do yourself a favor.

Watch this.

Ding Dong the dingbat's gone!

Angela got kicked off Project Runway! Yay! And you know what? She was booted in the best way possible - flew her ass to Paris, was there all of about an hour, and then told she had to get back on a plane and fly her ass back home. Ta-Da! Gone, beyotch!

While Jeffery doesn't exactly rock my world, I liked him better than Angela. There was just something about her that I didin't trust. Jeffery did look like a rockstar in his jet-setting outfit, but I feel there was too much emphasis on his junk.

Also in Project Runway news, I just stumbled upon this site. Good bye, freetime!

30 August 2006

I'm going to punch out street lights with a bat.

Music can transport you. Funny, I'm listening to "Shannon" by Henry Gross. This song (besides being incredibly lame) is featured on the Anchorman soundtrack. Will ferrell introduces the song by stating, "I'm not sure if I want to play this next song. It gets me very emotional. Oh the blazes with it! Just play it Ronnie, just play it."

We get 17 seconds into the song and Ron Burgundy begins to cry. He sobs throughout the song and tells us all the memories he has attached to it. ("I was born without a spleen! How's that make you feel?")

What's ironic about this song playing now is that this whole album brings back many memories for me. I can remember this song playing on the overhead in the eraly mornings at Borders when I was working on IPT. (Inventory Processing Team for those of you not down with the Borders lingo.)

This was after a considerably rough time in my life. I had ended an eight year relationship. Needless to say the transition was less than easy. (Contrary to popular belief...)

It took a strong man by my side, a few true friends and a little Lexipro to get me through it. But here I am. Marrying said strong man witha bullshit tolerance that has been severely lowered. I'm happy, and I'll be the first to admit that it's a concept I still struggle with. Is happiness really this easy?

What does this have to do with this strange news anchor sobbing in my ear? It's one of the first memories I have of being happy that doesn't directly involve Rob. It means I can be happy without relying on someone else's assistance.

And for me, that's HUGE.

"You gotta live life, eh? That sound good? Great."

29 August 2006

Abs Diet for Women

I found an issue of Prevention Magazine that featured the Abs Diet, but for women. The difference? It was all women demonstrating the exercises.

Either way, The Abs Diet is a book that I've been reading for the past month or so. It's not telling me a whole lot new, but it's putting it in a way that I can understand.

Now I just need to do the abs excercises. This is a challenge for me, because I don't like to do these at the gym. I need to do them at home, but remembering once I get home is the other trick. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas on what has worked for them, throw them my way.

I'm trying to watch what I eat, and will hopefully begin working with weights again in the near future. I'm trying to be realistic in regards to the wedding, but it's difficult. I know I'm not going to miraculously drop 60 lbs, but I at least want to look glowing and firm.

That's not too much to ask for, is it?

28 August 2006

New discoveries

Today I discovered a new blog I'll be frequenting - Elyse Sewell's LJ.

Remember her? She was runner up on the first season of America's Next Top Model. According to what I remember about the show, she basicly joined as a joke. She's wickedly intelligent and bitched about 90% of the other models the entire time she was on there. She made the show entertaining.

Check out her LJ. I'm entertanied already.

I wonder...

Why I'm feeling woozy and my head kinda hurts after drinking 4 ounces of smoothie.

Could my aches and pains be related to the smoothie?

Group Blog?

For those of you hesitant to make the jump from CL to Blogger, what if we did a "group-blog?"

One person sets it up, and we add Authors. This way, we can have one group blog for discussions and the like, and if we still choose, we can have individual blogs.

Awaiting your replies.

Weekend of the sneaky drunk

On Friday, we hit a bar called "Hurricanes" in Collinsville. Cheap drinks and a kind bartender resulted in the ninja of inhebreation. I had one too many and didn't realize it until I was in the car on the way home, begging Rob to get a bag from the convience store so I didn't decorate the interior of his new truck with my drunken version of a Jackson Pollock. Luckily, I didn't need the sack.

The next morning I woke up feeling like poo. I grabbed a glass of water and headed downstairs to watch TV and be miserable. I ended up watching about 4 too many episodes of "Real High School Stories" on MTV. These were all about pranks. The pranks made me realize a.) MTV does craptastic reinactments and b.) some administrations are way uptight.

Rob saved the day with some McDonalds. A double cheeseburger will cure anything. Well, except for the clap. I think you have to eat a Big Mac to beat the clap.

We spend the rest of the weekend continuing with wedding plans, including buying Rob's wedding band. The wedding related nightmares are coming more frequently now. Adding to my paranoia about having everything done. Fun times.

25 August 2006

Sucka fo' da' news!

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I've been sucked into the JonBenet Ramsey/John Mark Karr news stories. Something still doesn't add up, so I find myself reading many articles on this.

The same question comes to mind each time: Does every article have to featurea photo of Creepy McCreeperson? Oh? Wanna read this article? Wanna sleep at night? Well, too bad!

I'm not so sure it's the content of the articles that makes him so creepy. He's just a creepy looking guy.

An open letter to crazylife.org

Dear CL,

We've had some good times over the past few years. You helped me meet several new people, heck you even assisted me in getting to know better the man who is now my fiance. I've opened up to you about the passing of my grandparents, the drama and turmoil I faced while finding a new job. You were always there for me to talk to, to pass the time, or to find out what city I'd be if I were a city in Michigan.

But it's time for me to move on, CL. I hope you understand. Technology is changing so rapidly, and my opinions are changing as well. I crave user-friendly screens, drag and drop, and RSS feeds. I desire macaroni pictures. You can't provide that, can you CL?

No, CL. I've outgrown you. I've moved along with the times and headed for blogger-town. So what if no one reads, I'm still here. Please. Stop crying. C'mon... you're making a scene. People are staring.

Here I am!

I've moved from Blogger to Blogger-Beta.

I have to say, Blogger-Beta kicks much ass.

And really, right now, that's all I have to say.