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Going Green With Botox

 

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

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Have a drink for the Irish today!  Any excuse for a beer, right?  Oh - that's just me.  Sorry.  The Irish in me is showing.  Yes, I'm Irish.  And German.  And American Indian.  And Dutch.  And my crazy grandma said her mother and father were Gypsies.  And. . . well, you get the point.  My mom always said that our heritage was that of a Melting Pot.  That was her kind way of calling us Mutts.  I'm cool with that.  Cuz I've seen a lot of adorable Mutts in my day.

Monday Funnies - cuz I need cheering up.
 
Although I'm not a big Martha Stewart fan (her crafts and cooking are a little to fancy and hoitie toitie for me), I thought this was very funny. . . because. . . well, I AM a redneck.  Shocking, I know.  But the secret is out.
 
Martha Stewart's Redneck Tip of the Day - While ears need to be cleaned regularly, this is a job that should be done in private using one's OWN truck keys
 
This totally struck my funnybone.  Do other folks have funnybones?
 
 
 
"So Happy"!!  For crying outloud!  Divorce on ANY level sucks A$$, but let's be real.  "So Happy" with a $50M divorce settlement?  Who the Hell WOULDN'T be happy?  I'd be delirious.  Dancing in the streets.  Singing from the mountaintops.  Still, she said that because the baby only gets a measly $70,000 a year (in addition to the $50M) that SHE (being Heather) will have to UPGRADE her daughter from traveling B-class to A-class with such a sum.  I think I need to sit down with Heather as a financial advisor so I can show her how the down-troddened, po-class of people manage to live quite happy and successful lives on just a tad bit less than $50 million dollars!!!! and how her daughter won't suffer with $70,000 a year!!!! 
I tell you, when people get THAT much money, I think they lose touch with REALITY.  The reality that the rest of the world knows all too well.  Come on Heather!  No one is going to feel sorry for you, girlfriend.
 
 
 
Seriously, can you imagine how beautiful that baby is going to be?
Although, I've heard before that beautiful parents usually have unattractive children and that unattractive parents have the most beautiful babies.  If this were true, then Halle's parents must have been knaw-your-arm-off ugly.  (But I'm thinking that this is a fallacy)
 
 
 
I must preface this section by noting that I'm not a huge reality-show junkie.  I've NEVER watched Survivor or Big Brother - ever.  (sorry Momma and Mo)  I don't even know the names of the others.  Oh - Amazing Race.  Never saw it.  BUT American Idol (once the contestants are finally picked) and Dancing With The Stars get me all excited and I can't wait for Primetime TV.  I don't know what it is, but I just LOVE these two shows. 
I'm a little leary about the celebrities they've chosen this season because I'm not horribly familiar with several of them.  But then I'd never heard of Helio (the winner from last season) before he came on the show and I LOVED him and his infectious smile.  And he and Julianne together were just such a perfect pairing.  I personally think they should get together and have babies.  What adorable babies they'd have.  (Unless that nasty fallacy tale is true)  I digress.  Anyway, it means nothing that I don't know most of these people.  I'll get attached.  I always do.
 
I have to state this from the get-go though.  I WILL be surprised if I get attached to Priscilla Presley (although I DO tend to have a soft spot for the elderly).  Just looking at her face makes me twinge.  It looks so so so. . . I'm grasping for a word. . . plastic.  Similar to the dude on the show last year, Wayne Newton.  I think they both should sue their surgeons.  Both of them were attractive people before the surgery, even if they were aging a little bit, so I just don't get why they would do this to their faces.  They don't look younger.  They look clown-like.  See:
 

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BEFORE - Pretty

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AFTER - Freakish

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BEFORE - Charming

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AFTER - Bozo The Clown

 

FRIGHTENING!  I look at my wrinkles with a whole new attitude now.  If I start feeling a little old, I just look at these pictures and think "This is my only option?  Yikes."  I'll stick with the natural look.  It may be aging, but at least my cheek bones won't poke someone's eye out.
 
 
That's all the headline news I have for now.  I must move on to more pertinent stuff now. . . .like if I got all my belly-button lint out this morning.

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30 Year Class Reunion

Now if THAT doesn't make you feel old, then I don't know what does.
 
Yeah - I just received an invitation to my 30th year class reunion.  Stunning how long 30 years really is when you think about it.  I broke out into a sweat, then I broke out my yearbook and started browsing at all the young, fresh, hopeful faces.  That's when it hit me - how old I really am.  Not because of the glaring wrinkles on what used be such porcelin white skin, but because my memory is failing me.  I barely remember a handful of these people.  Sure I remember the names (sorta) and the faces are vaaaaguely familiar, but what classes we had together and when totally eludes me.  I have no idea.  My brain has apparently discarded all of this information and has moved on.  It's like I don't even include high school in my description of myself.  I don't think about it at all.  And it's not because I have horrific memories or anything either.
 
In high school, I was a middle of the road kind of girl, a little shy, a little nerdy (although I didn't realize it at the time).  I thought I blended with all the cliques pretty well without ever becoming a part of one in particular.  I had friends of all shapes, sizes, colors, and classes.  That's kinda how I've always rolled.  (That includes politics and religion as well)  I got along with everybody pretty well.  At least the ones that I cared about getting along with.  There were some I shyed away from because I just knew I wouldn't like them very much.  Then there were the "bad" kids.  I stayed away from trouble too being the good girl I was.  I had a handful of REALLY close friends.
Sadly, we lost one of them a year after high school.  Another was in a horrible car accident and was left permanently brain damaged.  The rest moved away to college.  I've stayed in touch with these guys over the years, but not with any real regularity.  Life just happens and you move on.  And boy has it moved on.  See what can happen in 30 years!!  Frightening.

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I thought those glasses were in style.

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47th birthday
Notice the crevices in thy face.
    
College, marriage, children, living in a foreign country, brief celebrity as a contestant on The Price Is Right, traveling, divorce, new business ventures, single-motherhood, soccer games, PTA, kid's graduating themselves, changes in careers, weight loss, weight gain, the list goes on.  [On the whole weight thing, I believe I've come full circle.  I was chubby in high school, then lost a ton of weight, kept that off until menopause hit me - now I'm back to my chubby weight.  I think less still than high school, but still a little fluffy nonetheless.]
 
But I DO remember this very moment.  My friends.  Aren't they precious?  We were all there picking up our caps and gowns.  We were so happy to be graduating. 
High School was 'Over and Out'.

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Jimmy, Marty and Dennis. 

Edwin is missing for some reason.

 
 
 
I didn't make it to my 10 year reunion.  I remember wanting to go, but then the choice came down to whether I wanted a computer or the trip home.  (This was 1988 and I opted for the computer)  I think it was my ex's way of getting out of going. . . so he offered me something more tangible knowing that my practical side would win out.  But I DID really want to go. 
I was living in San Diego at the time and loving life.  I'd lost about 40 or 50 pounds since high school.  I'd traveled around the world.  Lived in Japan for a couple of years.  Had two gorgeous little boys.  And I'd won a car on The Price Is Right.  I thought I had tons to share (and show off).  I was downright giddy.  But I didn't go.
 
Then the 20 year reunion came around and I was in my late 30's.  My 30's were not a good time for me.  I was struggling after my divorce and trying to find my way and trying to raise my two boys the best I could and I was a real mess.  I don't think I really knew it at the time, but looking back. . . . I wasn't in a good place.  Not within myself.  I was so focused on making sure the kids were good that it took me several years to get a grip on my life and figure out who I really was after my marriage fell to pieces.
[SIDE STORY - I had a boss once whom I adored and he used to HATE it when I would say "my marriage fell apart" or "he left me".  He told me to say "I kicked that sonofabitch OUT" instead and to say it with conviction.  That advice was the beginning of my way back to ME.]  Also sadly, I've lost touch with this boss and have no idea where he is or how he's doing.  But if he could see me now, he'd be proud.
Still again - I didn't go.
 
Now 30 years have gone by since graduation and a whole lifetime has passed.  I've been through so many changes. . . AND the change. (heehee)  And now I'm supposed to write some little diddy about me, my life since graduation, a little summary of sorts - and I have no idea where to start.  Can I simply say that I've finally grown up?  Then how would I explain my yellow Jeep?  That's not grown up.  That's somebody who still thinks they're a kid.  What do I say that I've accomplished?  I'm not rich and successful.  I'm lower middle-class and a workaholic trying to reach middle-middle-class.  THAT'S something to be proud of?  I can say that I've raised two wonderful young men, but then so did most of my classmates, I'm sure.  Would saying that I'm really happy with who I am now after all these years suffice?  That seems a little boring.  As much as I can talk, I'm at a loss to come up with five lines to describe who and what I am now, where I've been and what I've done.  I've got "Reunion Diddy Block".  
 
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Pop Star

I don't typically look at videos attached in blogs - not sure why really.  I just don't.  But my oldest son sent me this and told me that I HAD to watch it.  I was FORCED. 

I think he knows my sense of humor and when I really will think something is funny.  This is SO dang funny!  Especially if you know Nickelback's Rock Star.

 

Nickelback Rockstar Spoof - Popstar

Apparently this guy does a lot of spoofs on songs.  I haven't gone out to see anymore of them.  But when I get a few minutes someday, I plan on it.

The guy is talented!  Go check him out.

 

 

 

 

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Warm Welcome

Wow - I have neighbors now - Thanks to Jamie who put a plug in for me.  I appreciate it.  I might just stick around and see how this Vox thing plays out.  DeWitte and Jamie have been encouraging enough - thank you.  But for now, I'm definitely just feeling my way around.  I feel like a first-grader figuring out how to do the little things, like Edit and such (Although I'm fairly certain that a first-grader could figure it out faster than I do) but I'm doing okay. 

One of my new neighbors, http://snoringkatz.vox.com/, had this link on her site that I was curious about.  What is your true color?  Apparently I'm brown.  My immediate response was "How boring!!!!  Brown?  Really?"  Cuz I was thinking that I'm much more colorful than BROWN.  I surely thought I was a sunny Yellow or an artsy Orange or even Green since almost everything in my house is some shade of green. But when I read the description of Brown, I felt like it described me pretty well. . . . until the last sentence.

 

Donna, your true color is Brown!

You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady.  You really are a brown at heart.  

Interesting how on the money it all fits me - although "brown at heart" is probably NOT something you'll hear me say about myself.  EVER.  It sounds rather. . . icky.  Cuz you know what else is brown, don't ya?  Yeah.  It could also mean that I'm really "do-do at heart".  And that doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy.  Other than that slight brownish tint, I'm okay with the rest of it.

Maybe it's the reason I have a brown kitty kitty.

 

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 Meet Monkey, my confused kitty cat.  She's brown too.

 

 

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Friday at the Office

 
I have a blog on MSN Spaces where he, my boss, got me started into blogging.  Then somewhere along the way, he switched to Vox.  And being the nice guy he is, he encouraged me to switch as well.  I created a mimic Vox blog of my Spaces blog, but I had made some really awesome friends on Spaces and I was so hesitant about leaving them.  He suggested double posting, but heck, I barely have enough time to blog once a week the way it is.  So this is my venture out into "double posting".  We'll see how I do. 
Nonetheless, this is for DeWitte.  I thought it only fitting to give you all a tour into the strange little world that we work in everyday.
 
I precede this post with the self-proclaimation that I am a Work-a-holic.  I've admitted it outloud and now I'm on my own 12-step recovery program.  Step 1 is to look past all the unrealistic deadlines and demands and find the root sense of humor.
 
So I made yesterday "Show and Tell Day" at work. 
Nooooooo - not really.  But I'm silly like that.  I DID, however, take my new camera in to show DeWitte and Jamie.  (Jamie is a fabulous real-life photographer that I aspire to be like one day)  And I went a little snap-happy.  Sorta so ya'll can get a feel for what it's like day-to-day in what would ordinarily be a dull, geeky world of databases. 
 
Here, for example, are a few of my coworkers.  Do you see what deadbeats they are?  Their brains are made out of cardboard, henceforth why I have to do so much of the work.
 

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Seriously, all these guys do is stand around all day.   Oh - and they have NO sense of humor either.  SO serious ALL the time.

 

Speaking of no sense of humor. . . . Did you hear about the dude that got fired because he posted a Dilbert cartoon at his work last week?  Yeah - that was rough.  I'd SO have been fired years ago.  This is our bulletin board at our office.  Dilbert.  Dilbert.  Dilbert.  Red Meat.  Dilbert.  Dilbert.  Dilbert.
 

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That dude's boss is in serious need of a humor-adjustment.  Either that. . . or the cartoon hit a L.I.T.T.L.E. too close to home.  Hmmmmm.

 
I particularly like the one I posted where the pointy haired lady blows a gasket when she got a whopping 3% raise after she'd done the work of three people.  [That, my friends, is my REALITY at its finest]
 

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Thank goodness posting it didn't HURT my job.  It certainly didn't help it either.  But that's how they roll.

 
For Christmas, DeWitte's wife, Jamie, got him a bobblehead doll in his likeness.  It is so funny.  I HAD to get a picture of Bobblehead DeWitte.  I think I just like saying "Bobblehead DeWitte".   When I want him to agree with me, I just take his Bobblehead and shake him so his head is bobbing a resounding "YES Donna, you're right.  You DO deserve a raise."
 
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Today, I made Bobblehead DeWitte have a seizure.  I'm so mean.
 
Oh - speaking of me being mean.  Lucky for me I had my camera with me today too.  How lucky indeed!  I got to take a picture of a truly rare phenomenom. . . . "DeWitte ON Time". 
 

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Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!  I crack myself up.  Or am I cracked up?  Which is it?  I don't know anymore.
 
 
Now this right here BLOWS MY MIND!!  DeWitte is an Executive, upper-management, Vice-President.  Yeah, he's up there.  He's THE BOSS.  Yet the dude in "Housekeeping" (That's what HE likes to call his janitor's closet) left DeWitte a nasty note on his desk because his plants had dropped a few dead leaves on the carpet and that DeWitte had best clean it up quick-like because "it's not part of his job".  DeWitte being DeWitte and being a much nicer person than me, took his plants home and cleaned up his little mess. Me - that's not exactly how I would have handled that situation.  But that's just me bein' real.
 

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Good job DeWitte.  But seriously, you should have gotten one of those other deadbeats standing around the office to do it for you.  Look at 'em over there ducking in the corner hoping you won't notice them.  Where the Hell is Scotty when they need "Beamed up"?  Oh yeah, he's in the breakroom. 

 
 
You'd think that we did nothing but play around here all day what with all the toys everywhere.  What kind of professional outfit are we running here?
 

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But no - we don't play.  Not much.  Sometimes we have serious discussions that are shockingly off the subject of databases and SQL scripts and customer requests.  Sometimes we talk a little politics.  Of all the candidates running for Presidential nomination, I think it would be much more interesting if these two were the running
 
 
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Seriously.  What do ya think?  Huh?  More cowbell?  Or I caught you a delicious bass!

 

 
Well, that's just a small tour around the office.  I didn't venture very far.  There's more.  But I had to get back to work.  You know. . . the slave driver I have for a boss and all.
 
Thank goodness he has such a great sense of humor. . . . or he would've gotten rid of me eons ago.
 
Ya'll have a great weekend!!
 
 

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Exercise is Evil


Chris, my dear sweet son, has been joking me for awhile now about how out of shape I am.  I've been pleading the fact that I'm 46 years old and have a right to sit on the couch for 6 straight hours every night.  But after turning it into a challenge telling me that I was just "incapable" (THAT did it), I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.  I'd show HIM that I COULD do it, I just would rather not.

I called the gym and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Cheryl, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.  Chris was excited with my enthusiasm to get started! (Right!) The gym encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress, so I thought I'd share it with you . . . now that it is OVER.

MONDAY :

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. It was tough to get out of bed (I'm NOT a morning person), but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the gym to find Cheryl waiting for me.  She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Cheryl gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Cheryl was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!

TUESDAY :
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door this morning. Cheryl made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air. . . then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.  Cheryl's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.

WEDNESDAY :

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop.  Cheryl was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other gym members. Her voice is a little too perky that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Cheryl put me on the stair 'monster'. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?  Cheryl told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other words too.

THURSDAY :

Cheryl was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.  Cheryl took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.  She sent another skinny instructor to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.

FRIDAY :

I hate that Cheryl more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Cheryl wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

SATURDAY:

Cheryl left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine. However, I lacked the strength to even lift the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

SUNDAY :

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that Chris will now leave me the Hell alone.  Screw a bunch of exercise.  It's all over-rated.  I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Disclaimer:  This wasn't really my story, but it made me laugh so hard that I believe I snorted.  I actually stole it from Sleepless in Seattle and sort of customized it to make it sound more believable. . .like me.

But there ARE several facts in this story that are indeed real. . . (1) I HATE exercise, (2) Chris DOES give me a hard time about my skinny calves and flabby triceps, and (3) I am NOT a morning person. . . especially to get up and do exercise.  I think not.  My pillow is much more appealing.  So if you ever hear me speak of exercising EVER, you'll know I'm just telling you all a big fat story.

Happy Hump Day!


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Weekend in Review

Nothing horribly exciting happened over the weekend.  I know.  There's a surprise! 
I lead such a boring life, I'm surprised that I can even write the required title for a post. 
But I post on. 
 
It was hot this weekend which was unusual for October.  It was like July kind of hot.  But then the entire United States east of the Mississippi was hotter than usual.  You'd think that being the sun-worshiper that I am that I would've been outside the entire weekend, but NOOOOOOOOOOO.  I worked most of the weekend.  I'm not whining - just stating a fact.  I was actually quite proud of what all I accomplished over the weekend.  If I had waited until Monday morning to do it all, I'd NEVER finish my update on time this week.  So that made me happy.  I MIGHT actually make deadline now. (I'm a bit obsessive about meeting deadlines.  Actually kind of a freak that way.)
 
Yesterday, I cleaned and cooked a lot.  Ever since football season started, Sunday is Game Day at my house.  Both boys are there with their friends and girlfriends making a lot of noise antagonizing each other. . . and that combination requires lots of yummy and delicious food to feed the force.  Adam's girlfriend likes to cook and she's actually pretty good at it and likes to show us all what all she can make. . . so every other week, we take turns on who lays out the spread.  This weekend was my week and I made it Chili Day.  I made two huge pots of chili: One regular spicy beef and bean chili and the other was my white chicken chili.  Both are equally delicious and I couldn't make up my mind, so I had a bowl of each.  (Can you say Glutten?)  Needless to say, I am STILL suffering from the remnants of the heartburn that caused.  But it sure was goooooood.  Who needs to sleep laying down?
 
I didn't do so well on the whole football pool this week.  But that's okay, since I totally WHOOPED them ALL last week and walked away with a $30 pot.  Yay me!  Not bad for a girl who has no idea who she's picking.  I used the most retarded logic EVER.  This week, I actually looked at some stats online and let that help me make my selections.  That didn't work out so well for me so I'm going back to my Donna Logic.
 
I watched a pretty funny movie, Knocked Up.  However, here is the Content Advisory for Parents for a friend of mine who took her 13 year old daughter to see it before reading said advisory.
 

Strong sexual dialogue and situations, some nudity as featured in movie scenes, graphically depicted sexual positions (although no nudity is shown) and a shot of a baby crowning near the end of the film.

There is also a very graphic strip club scene with frontal nudity and a part after an earth quake where a woman's breast is shown.

Constant pervasive language and sexual dialogue The "F- word" is used constantly; appoximately 113 times (really?  113 times? I didn't even notice)

There are scenes where Ben smokes from bongs, his roomates smoke marijuana, and Pete and Ben do mushrooms and hallucinate. Frequent references to "do drugs." Ben and Alison get very drunk before their one night stand.

The birth scene. (Funny Funny scene.  I was laughing outloud.)

The whole movie was funny as Hell and I recommend anybody who wants a laugh to watch it.  Watch the trailer.
 
         
 
 
 
 
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Deep Fried Tornado

What the WORLD!!  A potato and a weather event?  Who knew they had so much in common?

It's probably the brain child of somebody in the South who lived in a trailer park who was living on the same bag of potatoes for a week desperately trying to think of a new way to reinvent the wheel while watching the local weather station announce yet another Tornado Watch for the area and KABOOM - an idea was born.  "I'll just make this potato look like a tornadO.  Then I can fry up a bunch and take 'em to the local fair.  Then I can be rich. . . and get me that new double-wide!" 
***Disclaimer - I'M from the South.  I lived in a trailer park.  And I lived on a bag of potatoes for a week once.  So I'm allowed to joke.  Now get your panties out of a wad.

Seriously - by the looks of the food cart in the background, it looks like I'd have to travel to Asia somewhere to find one for real.  But that doesn't narrow it down very far.  Maybe I need to figure out how to make it myself and save the trip.  It can't be that hard.  Being from the South, we fry everything!  Why not a tornado potato?  Genius!

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Dream Job?

What would be your dream job?

I, personally, would LOVE Rachel Ray's job.  Yeah, I know she works a lot and she's entirely too perky.  She has 85 TV shows for God's sake.  But check out how fun it would be. 

a.)  She gets paid for cooking.  How fun would that be?  I love to cook.  I love to try new recipes.  Afterall, I am a self acknowledged recipe whore.

b.)  She gets to travel all over the place meeting all kinds of cool people, trying nifty restaurants and eating different kinds of foods.  Have I mentioned how much I LOVE to eat?

c.)  She gets to meet the coolest celebrities.  I'm NOT a celebrity junkie by any means.  I mean, they are just people who get a lot of attention and put their pants on one leg at a time just like you and me.  They're not extra special.  They're just "popular".  BUT - when you get to go to work and sit down and chat with the likes of Shemar Moore and maybe The "Rock", well. . . life wouldn't suck too much.  Can we all say it together - "Gorgeous!!"  Shemar Moore is just stunningly beautiful and HE is who brought sexy back.  The Rock - well, he's just a well-defined, chizeled speciman of a man.  Just pretty to look at.  It wouldn't hurt my feelings at all to have to sit down and chat with him.  All in a day's work, right?

Do you see how her job just rocks?!?!  All of the above is not to mention all the other cool perks she gets with her job.  She gets to manage a magazine, write cookbooks, get free stuff, and get paid to cook.  Oh yeah, I said that already.

Yep - I'd love her job.  But sadly, I'm not nearly perky and peppy enough.  I need a Vivarin just thinking about it.

 

 

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Momisms

I saw this video on Good Morning America this morning and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!  It is for every single mom on the planet.  This lady has put together a serious list of "momisms" that we ALL use everyday with our kids and has put them into a song with the music to the William Tell Overture.  It is hilarious!

No matter how old your kids are, you WILL relate.  If your kids are little, you may actually learn a few new ones.  If your kids are grown, you will laugh at the sheer number of momisms that you used during their lifetime.  I STILL use the one "Were you raised in a barn?" quite often.

 

William Tell Overture


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