Wednesday, May 31, 2006

A song for you....

Apparently, according to my stat counter, I'm having one of my busiest months. So, thanks for visiting! But a comment here and there *would* be nice. It's been so long...Here's a song for you to fit my internet mood of the day:

I'm So Ronery
I'm so ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone

There's no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne
I work very hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems that no one takes me serirousry

And so I'm ronery
A little ronery
Poor rittre me

There's nobody
I can rerate to
Feer rike a bird in a cage
It's kinda sihry
But not rearry
Because it's fihring my body with rage

I work rearry hard and I'm physicarry fit
But nobody here seems to rearize that
When I rure the world maybe they'rr notice me
But untir then I'rr just be ronery
Rittre ronery, poor rittre me
I'm so ronery
I'm so ronery

-Trey Parker from Team America

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

O My Poor Booty!

Well, since I'm over my illness, I have no more excuses. I started working out again this weekend. I've decided that since I did such a pitiful job on my legs last time, that now, I will have some lower extremity goals. I haven't clearly defined those goals yet, but that's probably because I can't focus on anything except the incredible pain in my butt. And my hips. I feel so old. I barely did anything, but I think the walking lunges is what did me in. It's funny...when you first start working out, you loathe the soreness, but later on, you crave it. People are so weird. Wish me luck!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

"There's worse things than being centrist, honey..." #6: Burn, baby, burn!!!

I never knew much about the whole "Enron scandal thing", and as news in general really stresses me out, I never really looked into it. I just knew it was bad. Real bad. So, last week, I rented "Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room" (2005) on DVD. It seems like someone, somewhere suggested it to me a while back, but I'm not sure who or when. Anyway, having seen it, I'm now of the opinion that it should be required viewing in schools...(except for the language, and some nudity during scenes depicting top execs enjoying their stripper-club habits -yuk)... I realize everything has a spin, but there are some things that are just facts. For example, the movie plays a recorded phone call between these two Enron traders; To sum it up, they're talking about the California fires and how it's just gonna make them richer, and one of them, laughing, says, "Burn, baby, burn." Whatever your political or moral leanings, I think it's an important story for people to understand, so I'm definitely recommending it here. And hey, when you finish watching it, go here, and read about how those two evil dogs, Ken Lay and Jeff Skilling, just got convicted! Hooray! I imagine they'll be in appeals for a very long time, but I hope I'll live long enough to see them finally be put away. Although I think jail is too good for know what I say? Burn, baby, burn! Ha!

Shoe of the Week - Issue #18

Here's another pair of Franco Sarto's. They are black, patent leather, peep-toe, sling-back pumps. (I have to apologize for the crummy pic. Patent leather is hard to photograph!) Anyway, as I've said, Sarto's are a little narrow for me, so I can't wear these shoes for more than a couple of hours. I love the 40's feel and the fact that I can wear these with just about any outfit. I also love that Sarto's come in size 5's! So, I give these 3 & 1/2 stars. Happy shoe-hunting!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

I have serious reservations...

...about admitting this (and may I never watch TV again), but...Yeah for the Soul Patrol!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Cure - Long story short...

Finally, I am feeling well again! Yeah for me. My Howard Hughes phase is officially over. The worst part of all that yuk and sickness was the insomnia. I had trouble sleeping before I went to see the "doctor", but I'm sure it was made worse by some nasty medication she gave me. When I finally went back to her for help in the sleep department, she was absolutely nasty. SO...since I'm not made of money, and couldn't afford to go see another "doctor", I decided to call every pharmacist in town and ask their opinions. After that, I got on the trusty Net and did some further research. Normally I'm not the kind of person to do what I ended up doing. But I was desperate. I don't have children for a reason: I VALUE MY SLEEP!!! And I felt that if I had to live another day of my life in that misery, it just wasn't worth it. Now, keep in mind, I'm not suggesting anyone else do this, and I'm NOT recommending it. But here's what I did...I went all over town and gathered my sleep aides: Benedryl, Magnesium, Melatonin, Valerian tea, and a sleep mask. Before I went home, I stopped at one more pharmacist and told him my plan, and I asked, "Is this going to kill me?" and he said "No". SO...I took 400 mg Magnesium at 5 pm, 2 Benedryl at 9:30 pm, 1 mg of Melatonin at 10 pm, drank the tea at 10:30 pm and put on my mask. I have NEVER slept so good in my whole life. And I've been having no trouble at all since. Again, yeah for me!

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Recipe of the Week

I went a-lookin' for some new recipes, and I found a whole great site to share. There's ton's of info there...and yummy good stuff. Enjoy!
Take me to!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Shoe of the Week - Issue #17

Here's another great find. The Island shoe, from Hot Kiss, is a brown, green open-toe platform pump with a chunky heel. I've had them since 2004, where I found them at Kohl's department store for around 30$. Obviously, they aren't made from high quality materials, but I've worn them several times, and they still look new and wear well. They're pretty comfy thanks to the chunky heel and despite the hard wooden platform. I give them 3 & 1/2 stars! Happy shoe-hunting!

Monday, May 15, 2006

"Fiber is made from peaches..."

As Gilda Radner used to say, "It's always somethin'." I've been sick as a dog this week. Like I-want-my-momma kinda sick. It started with insomnia. When I did sleep, I had terrible dreams of breaking my neck in a car accident and then being beaten up by two really fat naked guys. Then came the upset stomach, sore throat and dry cough. I tried really hard not to go to the doctor because my insurance at work hasn't kicked in yet, and I knew I'd have to lay out some cash. But I figured I probably had the bird flu, so I broke down, went to the doctor, shelled out the money, and got me some antibiotics for what the doctor called a "massive sinus infection". That's code for bird flu. I'm sick, but I'm not stupid.
I've missed four days of work total, but sadly, the worst part of this ordeal may be that I have gotten myself hooked on Jamba Juice again!!!
Their website says they have stores in about 30 states here in the U.S., so some of you may not know what Jamba Juice is...let me enlighten you. Jamba Juice is basically a chain "restaurant" that serves really expensive, delicious, "healthy" fruit smoothies and shakes and what-not. The what-not being tiny shots of grass juice. The hook is that everything on the menu is supposed to be healthy in some form or another. Some of their drinks are supposed to boost your immune system. Some of them are meant to provide the drinker with boundless energy.
It works like this: You enter the store and stand in line forever (about 20 minutes) while being subjected to the most irritating pop musak you ever heard (think Brittany Spears). Just when you think your ears are going to bleed and you're contemplating leaving, you've reached the front of the line, and they ask for your order. It is at this point you are offered a "boost". They even give you the first boost for free.
Boosts are mysterious powders they put in your drink to make you think you're doing something good for yourself. It's a little somethin-somethin to wash all that sugar down with. They have plain old protein and fiber boosts. But they also have some really vague ones like energy boost and femme boost. hmmm....cocaine and estrogen, maybe? I always order the same thing: Peach Pleasure with fiber and burner, Xtra thick, well-blended, please and thank you. It's not that I think I need more fiber and some weirdo fat-burning substance, but I've played around with the different boost-tastes, and I'm fairly certain that the protein boost is just past-dated foot powder. After you put your order in, they've got you. You just mill about in the store for another half hour muttering to yourself and avoiding all the other grumpy people waiting for their fixes. Then they not only call out your name, very loudly, but they also call out your exact order, boosts and all. So I always imagine the other customers staring at me and whispering to eachother, "She doesn't look fat, that burner boost must really work, but the fiber? Poor thing must be constipated..." You then exit the store as quickly as possible.
When I first moved to California, the smoothie was a way for me to get in meals when I was too busy. I was hooked before I knew it. Soon, I was getting more than one a day. I purchased both the plastic refillable jug and the vanity plate that read: Powered by Jamba Juice. I didn't suspect I had a problem until my favorite Jamba boy, Chad, said to me one day, "Weren't you here earlier?" And I said, "This one's for a friend." He knew that I knew that he knew, but nothing more was said. The next day, I went to 3 different stores, so I wouldn't be recognized. Then, I got someone else to get me the 4th one. I wish I was kidding. Then a friend suggested I figure out how much money I was spending on my little habit. It was somewhere around 300$ a month!!! Oh, the shame. So, I kicked the habit. Cold turkey. Just like that. I'm pretty sure that when I was on that binge, I gained at least 10 lbs.
But here I find myself starts so innocently..."Ya know, my throat hurts real bad, probably some Jamba Juice would soothe me..." So what? So I needed a little comfort food. Besides, I *am* feeling much better. Maybe it's the antibiotics, or maybe the cure for the bird flu is just down the street at your local Jamba Juice.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Computer problems Part 2

So what's wrong with my computer? It needs a new video card, a new sound card, and a host of other expensive spa treatments. It's getting pretty irritating to use it. I can say that because it can't hear me because, as I said, there is essentially no sound card. I was supposed to be spending my time and money "fixin' 'er up", but what did I do instead?
I got a new cell phone. It's not as frivolous as it sounds. My cell phone was 5 or 6 years old with many problems of its own. Besides, the pink Razor was on sale! Yes, I was taken in by it's girly, made-for-me packaging. I am proud to say, however, that I did my research first and found the razor is actually quite the piece of crap. To put it very mildly. I went to the Verizon store to buy it anyway, because, hello! It's pink! I came home, instead with the V phone! It's like a PDA/digital camera/I-pod/Tetris-playing/battery-draining, dream boat phone. The minute I saw it, the theme song from the Transformers played in my head, and I was once again, in love. No pink phone on earth could have stopped me. Unless, of course they had made a pink V phone. My old phone was so, well...old, its only capabilities were ringing and dialing out. But now, I have text messaging! I feel like a teenager, discovering the impersonal wonder of e-mail all over again. Now, I can actually talk to people with out having to talk to them. Genius. And it's so easy because of my new lover's teenie-weenie keyboard... romantic.
So, my computer and I will just have to learn to live with eachother's flaws a bit longer. Until a giant sack of money falls out of the sky post-marked: For new computer use only!
Did anyone else see that stupid David Blaine stunt? I'm ashamed to admit that I actually watched some of it. All I could think to myself was "Why? Why?" Did someone pay him 4 billion euro to do this thing? Because I'm pretty sure that's what it would take to get me to try it. In case you live in your own tank and don't know what I'm talking about, here's a brief description. This "magician/world-class athlete" spent a week underwater (with a breathing apparatus) in a giant snow globe and then at the end of it, attempted to hold his breath for 9 min. I think he only made it to 7 min and some odd seconds. People just aren't meant to be in water, with the exception of long baths in the company of good books and expensive beer. I've been saying this for years. Maybe I feel this way because I can't swim, or because my best friend, Penny was mercilessly attacked by a grumpy jellyfish in Florida when we were 15, or maybe it's because I've seen too many episodes of Shark Attack.
My last text message of the evening read: World class athlete? World class dufus.