yesterday it was 80 degrees. suppossed to be 75-80 ish this weekend.... he he he he
come down, oh ye people burdenend with snow--you should be staying here
hope your weekend is wicked tight! (see slang term of the day)
if it shines like a disco ball, i'm IN. i know this is lame for a 38 year old adult female, but bling brings me joy. the purses in the photo is what megan gave me for valentine's day because she knew i would love the big pink diamond zipper-pulls (which are REAL diamonds, btw. that's how megan rolls.) i thought they were so cute and the best part about it is that they are from wal-mart which equals cha-eeaap!
1. that they are going to promote a group who's hairstylist time-traveled back from the early 90's (i wonder if they used my brush?? hmmmmmmm.)
2. where else can you hear about a real-life scalping in the 21st century? you can't make this stuff up! btw i am never getting in a go-kart at fiesta fun ever again. the end.
wentworth is the star of the fox television series "prison break". now, i've heard about it off and on for the last couple of years, but it wasn't until i saw it on ashlynn's blog and heard her say how much they were digging it that i thought i would give it a try. i think it took me all of 8 minutes into the pilot to buy in hook, line, and sinker. i figure we are about the last people on planet earth to discover it, but for the three people who are either don't have tivo or live under a rock, let me break it down for you just one time: older-buff brother has been convicted of a crime he didn't commit, and is on death row in prison awaiting execution. younger , smoldering-sex brother--my man wentworth--just so happened to be the structural engineer for the prison older brother is incarcerated in. (who would have thought? hey--it could happen....) smoldering- sex concocts an extensive scheme to break older-buff out, but first smoldering must rob a bank so that he can be thrown in the joint with buff, and then execute his elaborate plans with amazing calmness and steel-blue eyes.....(sigh.) i must admit that we are just a little bit obsessed.
okay, so you have to have a little suspension of disbelief at times, but we can't seem to stop watching and are almost done with the first season. the theme can be a bit mature at times--hey, this isn't especially for youth byu session.....these boys are prisoners, after all. if you want to borrow season one from me let me know as i highly suggest it-- it's rocked our world! , i think the man is easy on the eyes, but i wouldn't be his biggest fan in this house--that would be this thirteen-year old girl:
katie thinks that perhaps if she gets good grades and helps babysit we will fly him out for homecoming when she turns sixteen. she can hardly see him onscreen without bursting into full-worship mode and makes little sounds like "heh-heh-heh-heh" accompanied by ALOT of comments of "he's so dang HOT!!" he has now officially replaced edward cullen as her computer screen saver. ummmmm....i don't know if you can understand the magnitude of that statement: He Replaced Edward Cullen.
i think she would like to take him home and keep him for our family pet.
the awesomely bad video of the week:
i am not ashamed to admit that i TOTALLY had milli vanilli's tape my first year in college--these guys were seriously one of the best examples of marketing a product in the history of the world. there were quite a few breathtaking milli videos to choose from, and i had a hard time narrowing it down to this one, but i couldn't resist their euro-trash moves and how super tough and hardcore they were in this particular one. if you have time to spare, you should get on youtube and see "girl you know it's true" and "blame it on the rain"--they represent everything that was horribly bad and horribly good about the late 80's/early 90's all rolled up into one delicious package.
in this one, check out about 15 seconds in when they get all gangsta.
rob and fab 4eva!
i just wanted to write this little love note to my man--here are six things i love about russ:
*he lets me put my cold feet on his legs when i get into bed
*he makes me an omelette for breakfast every morning
*if mine or the girls hands are cold, he will cup them and hold his hands around them and blow hot air into them--works like a charm!
*he works a dress-shirt and tie like NOBODY'S BUSINESS! awwwhhh yeeeahhh
*he likes to take rides with me in the car and turn the radio up loud and just belt it out
*he is a hopeless romantic in a time where hopeless romantics are hard to come by
i love rbc!
please, please PLEASE stop printing this magazine that i love more than my own life--i have come to depend on it's existence to justify my own, and i need to cut my umbilical cord that leads straight to your pages.
the money i spend on your publication each year should be going into my four children's college education fund. instead, i have told them to learn phrases like "would you like to make that a combo meal?" and "housekeeping? housekeeping?" as i know that not a dime from my subscription fund will make it into their accounts.
i wish you would no longer tempt me with just the right amount of fluff, hollywood gossip and photos of shallow celebrities, while not burdening me with excessive amounts of time-consuming stories about people who fought terminal illness or heroes who saved someone's life. if you would no longer print stories about britney's hair extensions or heidi and spencer's romantic valentine's day yacht jaunt or what joey fatone's red carpet checklist was, i would be able to give you up for good.
but you continually ensnare me with articles like this one about our own beehive state's rehab facility in sundance:
editors, do you realize that by making rehab sound like an exclusive, vip-only resort that it makes me want to have an intervention of my very own, so that i could jet on cirque's private helicopter and take yoga classes with eva and kirsten and lindsay?? surely it has come to your attention that by giving me an article like this:
only reinforces my downward shame-spiral by the fact that i have NOT received my anti cellulite body scrub and wrap, and that my cellulite called and told me it was "here to stay, for like ever!"
so i am begging you, good people of us weekly --please start printing photos of hillary clinton's presidential campaign and articles outlining the food-pyramid and it's nutritional benefits. if you would be so kind as to review only independent pre-worldwar two german films with no subtitles and documentaries that showcase duck hunters and their fascinating world of thigh-high waders, i would no longer find myself a slave to your pages. only then can i move on with my life and make good on the promise to quit you for forever. until then i remain
your dysfunctional, co-dependant friend,
8. don't wait in line for 35 minutes behind 300 other guests for a cab--just make a deal with iranian limo owner and 4 strangers to share a limo back to hotel for 8 bucks each. (yay steve!)
anyway, after we saw it russ made this observation and i thought he was right on:
lot in northbridge estates: $850,000.00
21,000 sq. foot 7 bedroom, 10 bathroom home: $3,500,000.00
furnishings for 21,000 sq. feet 'o home: $1,375,000.00
displaying a decorative sign in your massive
laundry room that says "SIMPLIFY" : priceless
this little girl rocks--just like dewey finn from "school of rock", she is "-servicing society by rocking, OK? she's out there on the front lines liberating people with her music!-"
i so dig the way he dances in this video. paul ford could do the exact moves g.m. was pulling, and we used to beg him at the stomps to perform for us.
BTW i am sooo getting russ a black hat and some suspenders--
nothing says "class and refinement" like a tramp stamp!! i think this is gonna represent big time for the blog--you, too can have a lower-back tat for your own. http://www.imagechef.com/
oooohhhh, i am going to have way too much fun with this---loni, you rule!! thanks for making my whole day! i love you!
problem is, these are only two of my children's books. i have two more to do. it still sucks to be me right now......
2. take whatever dollar amount you think you are working with and times it by 10. then double that amount, and add an extra 50 bucks and you should be in the ball park.
in the scheme of things, thought, i'm not sure why i really did this. murphy's law says that now that i am caught up on these two, our house is gonna catch fire and burn to the ground, scrapbooks and all. but, both abbey and chandi were thrilled, so i guess it all is worth it in the end. the things we do for our children!
10 years old today and ready to date and drive......too bad she's gonna have to wait another 6 years!! from the moment she arrived, bald and white without a hair on her head (or on her eyebrows, for that matter--we used to lovingly refer to her as our little burn victim! not pc, but we thought she was beautiful) and with those scrawny little bird legs, we were completely and totally in love!!
chandi has a social schedule that rivals her mother's own, and if she is not arranging for the next playdate way in advance, she is off her game. she loves soccer, and any music by any rapper with one letter or initial in his name with baggy pants and a large platinum dollar sign on a chain 'round his neck. chandi is our little organizer and cleaner, and is the first to be called on when some drawer or cupboard needs an overhaul.
we are grateful for the love chandi brings our family--she is perfectly content if she is sitting on her dad's lap or snuggled up next to mom watching "heroes" and playing the nintendo ds.
so, hb, chandi-girl! your family thinks that you are "all that"!! (see slang term of the day.) you are loved!!!
i always wonder what would happen if , as an adult, i went around doing something like that--would i still be socially accepted? i'm thinking no on that one.
have a killer weekend!
this is a picture of my soon-to-be valentine birthday girl abbey at the pool when she was about 16 months old. she is here, representing for her momma (see slang term of the day). i think in this case a picture is worth a thousand words.