That Sucked TOO! (Re: Lost)
My disappointment in the season finale of Lost is so intense and widespread I don’t even know where to begin. BAH. But trust me, I WILL start my bitch session as soon as I figure out what pissed me off the most about it. Until then? Tell me what you thought…unless you liked it, then just keep it to yourself. Read More
Glad I Didn’t Waste All Year With That Show (Re: American Idol)
American Idol is NOT over yet – but I must say this: Bo? Don’t ever take those black leather pants off. EVER. Amen. Kenny Wayne? I’m sorry your brilliance on the guitar was drowned out by the bizarro and HORRID vocal performance of the fallen idols. Did I mention how hot Bo looks in black leather pants? I did? Oh. Okay. Sorry. I’ll return to the finale now. Oh – and the rest of the Idols with their Idols? SUCKED ASS. But Carrie’s and Bo’s.... Read More
Happy Birthday, Fatty
I finally got a confirmation email from my brother indicating he had received my “Happy Birthday!” email, so now I can do a Birthday entry for him. What? Yes, I said I sent him a “Happy Birthday!” email, what’s your point? I know that’s cold and heartless but I’m busy, and moving, and I didn’t have his address, and then there’s the time difference, and then… Yeah, I know. I suck. But – in his honor – I’m... Read More
What You’d Be Watching If My Life Were A Television Show
The first night LilZ and I started painting his room, I had a bizarro back spasm that kept me from standing up. LilZ had to help me to the bathroom where I soaked in the tub and all was well again. No biggee. I spent a good chunk of Saturday painting. I came home for a break and to do some laundry. When I went to stand up from the desk, my back spazzed (spasmed?) again and I couldnt stand up. Only this time? There was no LilZ to help me. Soooo….I got on my hands and knees... Read More
Do They Make Bumper Stickers that Say “Ask me about my Boobs?”
And the saga continues… I finally broke down and went to the mall just now to buy a few plain t-shirts in the FIRST maternity section I came to. There would be NO “shopping” or “browsing”. I was going to be in and out and not be detected by ANYONE. The first place I saw? I didn’t even know the name of (Motherhood) until I left. They had pregnant women on the displays – that’s all I needed to know. I walked in and IMMEDIATELY started... Read More
