I’m a complainer. This is non-refutable and well documented.
So I decided to post a pet peeve of the day and to balance it out, include something I like. Let’s not lie- the pet peeve is going to be much easier to come up with!
Today’s pet peeve:
People who feel the need to ride your ass in stop and go traffic.
Today’s good thing:
Crawfish enchilada- they were tasty
So I’m driving to Lafayette tomorrow to spend Easter with my little sister. Yet another 12 hour drive. I fear that some morning I’m going to wake up to find the following letter on my pillow.
Dear Amanda;
We’ve had some good times you and I which makes writing this all the harder.
You’ve feed me well and I’ve done my best at protecting you. Remember that time when you started playing Dance Dance Revolution and kept falling? Who was there to catch you?
And remember the time when the Fisher Price car broke and you went sliding down the hill? Who took the brunt of that attack?
I’m choosing to forget about the bad times. Like when you thought spandex was a good idea. And the time we went bungee jumping- it was all I could do to keep our shite together. But let’s forget all that and just focus on our times in the sun.
It pains me but I feel that this last trip was the last straw. I hate doing this to you but I really do think it is time for me to go. Please don’t try to find me. I love you and wish you well.
Love;
Your Ass
Who looked forward to the day your mom would pull that box out of the pantry and say it was time to make…..
Jello 1-2-3!!!!!!!
I loved this stuff as a kid. Now granted I’m sure my mom only made it once or twice but damn it was so good that 20 years later I still am hoping to someday find a box lurking in the back of her pantry.
Hey Jello-
Start making Jello 1-2-3 again. Please.
Love,
Amanda
Note: this was a draft that I never published. I just found it to be amusing.
Finally!!!!!!
We have made it through the extended holiday season from hemorrhoid hell. I’m still tallying up how many miles I put on my ass in the three trips to St. Louis.
On actually being a good blogger and updating things (although I think my about me page still says I’m 28, let’s hang on to that one for awhile) and posting on a more regular basis.
Over on the right you will see that I finally figured out the widgets (thanks to boo). I’ve decided to find a RSS feed each week that I find interesting. Also there is the meebo box, because I just know you want to say something to me, deep down you really, really do. And at the bottom would be a map- add yourself! I think right now I just have my family- it would be cool to see some more triangles on there.
So that is that.
So before I left Georgia (in the dark of the night as it seems I always do) I had my initial infertility blood workup done.
Drumroll please……
Everything is normal. I’m not totally sure as to why I am surprised by this. I’m the woman who gets stones in her salivary glands, has acidic saliva, and a host of other bizzare medical maladies. Of course the one time it would be nice (not really the word I’m looking for) to have a “reason” for IF, there isn’t one.
And of course the new insurance has absolutely zero IF coverage so who knows what we will do next. Ahhh…. the life I lead.
We are moving…
This time to Tampa. We’ve made it to the coast!
M is really excited because apparently it is a good job that he thinks he will really enjoy.
So get out the boxes and pack up everything again- I’m becoming a pro at this!
I was very proud of the music industry last night.
How many times have you watched the Grammy Awards and it been nothing but cookie cutter performances by cookie cutter artists. And yet last night record of the year went to a woman who is in my mind one of the greatest artists in recent memory Amy Winehouse. Album of the year? Herbie Hancock! Herbie Hancock! I mean really, that is awesome.
It was so refreshing to see a music awards show with only one appearance by an American Idol winner (Carrie Underwood, arguably the best of the Idol winners) and no appearances by Brittany, Christina, or any Simpson- very nice.
And I’m so happy for the Nashville Symphony- winning big at the Grammy’s and well deserved.
This is a clip of one of the highlights for me- I love this woman.
I was farting around this morning and came across a link on another blog to find out what my Taro card is… lo and behold…
Happiness, Content, Joy.
The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.
Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.
The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon’s Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
No I’m not pregnant- just starting Cycle #6 or 7, I can’t remember… but that’s not why I’m here this morning.
Nope I’m here to discuss yet another obsession I have- Top Chef. An oasis in TV land admist the modeling and fashion shows, the remodeling and house flipping, the seemingly new game show every night monotony that is prime time television today. Amongst all these catastrophies, Top Chef shines- but last night was an sad and disheartening blow.
Don’t get me wrong- I completely understand why Tre was asked to leave. I get it, but that doesn’t mean I like it. Rather I’d like to take this moment to thrash around kicking and screaming like a three year old in the grocery store.
WHY TRE WHY? I knew he was a goner the moment he said that he was just going to take a laid back approach in the kitchen. Ummm, what? In my limited kitchen experience I’ve quickly learned that this really isn’t reality. I’m just left with a case of “what the fuck were you thinking?”
Sign me up for Top Chef next season- because apparently all it takes is the knife skills of a sloth. Please tell me that someone else was feeling physical pain while watching Casey mutilate, at a very slow pace I might add, those 5 onions. I kept expecting them to pan back to Chef Colicchio and see him grow a full beard in the time it took her to mince one onion. Painful.
So I had Tre has my favorite to win… where does that leave me now? I will not, I repeat- will not jump on the Hung wagon. There is something slimey about him that just does not sit well with me. Howie? No comment. CJ- the one balled wonder really has proven why he isn’t the Top Chef in the last few episodes as has Brian. I think for a person to be called Top Chef they should actually make something once in awhile. Casey- see above. Which leaves me with Sara. Two weeks ago I would have choked on my own saliva had you told me I would be cheering her on. And yet here I sit- Go Sara!!!
Hearken back to those long lost days of the ’90s. Your jeans are tightrolled, your shoes have those twirly shoelaces in them. You are wearing two pairs of socks- they are different colors. Your hair is in a very tight ponytail- positioned on the side of your head. And holding that ponytail up is none other than… a Scrunchie!
Nothing screams the ’90s more to me than the scrunchie. Combine it with the New Kids on the Block and you have a memory that will be burned into my brain for all eternity.
So here’s to all you brave women still sporting the scrunchie- I salute you!!!!!
Note: If you are running low on your scrunchie stock check out Scrunchies.com – They will hook you up! I’m a giver like that.
Ooops. Someone pointed out last week that I hadn’t posted in awhile. Tell you the truth I completely forgot I had a blog. Sad and just unacceptable blogger behavior! I promise this will not happen again- well at least I’ll try.
Walk It Out, Fosse
I can not tell you how many times I have watched this lately. At first I just laughed hysterically. The next time I laughed just as much but a bit of “damn this is genius” started to creep in. Now at least twenty times later, there is still a chuckle but the genius of it is the overriding thought.
Gwen Verdon is one hot bitch though- what Lola wants, Lola gets you know!
Or a Jensa Member. Oh to dream.
Bitch has got to go.
You have got to be kidding me
As mentioned earlier- here is the Jen breakdown. This is utter ridiculousness!!!!!! I love how throughout the rest of the show she has things covering it.
How could you not like a guy who lists Clue and How I Met Your Mother among his favorites? Hello it is a nobrainer! Eric is my pick for the Big Brother winner (if he doesn’t win, just forget I wrote this)
And can we just take a moment to discuss the absolute breakdown over a freaking picture? Jen put on quite a display there!
Bird-day, and other little quirks 