Last night at Cindy Ree's McP decided to regale us with her supermodel 
moves. Apparently she's got a future in modeling - just look how she's working that scarf! Do they have Baby Supermodels? If not, they definitely should. Plus, check out her pink jeans and matching pink shoes - could anything be sweeter? Where do I find myself some pink jeans? I'm going to need some right away.
Nothing like coming into work and having an immediate heart attack. Our internet has been down all morning (egads!). I wasn't sure I was going to make it, but luckily all systems are functioning again. Funny how lost you feel without something you take for granted every day. It used to be the same feeling one might get from being without electricity - but the thought of being offline...yikes. I tried to send stuff from my iPhone, but even that wasn't going through. Hard times. Thank goodness I'm able to breathe easily again. :)
So, yesterday at lunch Angie and I were talking about kids getting hurt and it somehow came up that I'd always wanted to break my arm or leg. I know it sounds ridiculous, but when I was little I really wanted to get a cool cast and have everyone sign it (so I could prove how many friends I had? Who knows). Sadly, I've never broken a bone and therefore have never had a cool cast (and they make pink ones now, darnit!). She commented that I haven't changed much - as now I seem to base everything off numbers (the number 28 included). On Myspace, I had a goal of reaching 1,000 friends (I've now got 1,190); on Facebook I wanted to get to 500 (I'm now at 520); and on my blog, I've been looking forward to the day when it would reach 10,000 hits. Well, congratulations to me because today is my big 10,000! :) 
Wahoo! Thank you for reading my trivial little thoughts and entertaining my crazy comments. I really appreciate you stopping by to visit my silly pink world. :)
To celebrate, come on down to Cindy Ree's tonight - McGang would love to see you! :) We'll be there by 6:45 - come one, come all. :)
Can I tell you how much I LOVE the book "He's Just Not That Into You" by Greg Behrendt? I've read it at least ten times and still feel the information is valid to read over and over again. How empowering to hear someone lay it all on the line in such a nice way. The whole book is basically Greg saying stuff like, "If he's not calling you, he's not into you. But you're fantastic, hot stuff. Don't sweat it. Move on. There's someone out there worthy of your time." It's amazing. Granted, it's not brain surgery or information I don't already know somewhere deep down in my thick skull, but it's valid nonetheless. It's always good to have a reminder of behavior that isn't appropriate, because sometimes I make way too many excuses for people (one in particular). Plus, I'm super excited about the movie based on the book - that will rule! I can hardly wait until February when it's released.
Let's see....cute dress? Check. Comfy shoes? Check. Adorable dog? Check. Hideous animal print purse....er....what? Talk about a monumental clash.
Yes, please.
In honor of High School Musical 3 (the movie for which all pre-teens lose their little minds), I present a few of the stars. Zac, unless you're trying to model underwear, pull your pants up. Granted, it's a lovely view, but you're a teen heart throb. Act accordingly. And Ashley, that dress is a world of NO. Get those bangs out of your face while you're at it.
Who knew Kelly Taylor would grow up and be a mom of three? Such a hot stuff little family.
Colin, sweetie, enough with the mullet. You're better than that.
I used to have such a big crush on Mike Myers. In college my room was decorated with all things Saturday Night Live - posters from Wayne's World, The Church Lady, Toonces the Cat - you know, only the truly great skits. :) However, to see Mike now, um, well.....is he teaching science or something? Granted, the glasses are hot, but, doesn't he look weird? Or is it just me?
As Nic Cage is quickly losing his ranking on my hot celebrities list (see today's Celebrity Wrap Up for further evidence of his obvious decline), I think it's time to introduce my latest celeb crush. 
Well, actually, it's not really new, but since he's on Desperate Housewives this season, he's way more prominent on the radar. Meet Gale Harold. YUM, right? I truly fell in love with him when he was on Queer as Folk (which was a phenomenal show) playing the cooler than cool role of Brian Kinney. Sigh. He's just sex on a stick. 
Tragically, he was recently involved in a bad motorcycle accident and is laid up in the hospital. It's times like these when I wish I lived in California so I could sneak into the hospital and pretend to be his nursemaid (so I could give him a spongebath, duh). :) Alas, I'll have to be content with sending him good wishes and love from afar. Get well, soon, Gale. xoxox
The weird thing is that I feel totally fine at home. In Cedar City this weekend there were no signs of my seemingly impending cold. However, the more time I spend "in the building" at work, the worse my allergies and/or symptoms get. I'm a sneezing, congested fiend over here. What gives? Are they allergies, am I getting a cold, or am I allergic to work?
Um, Nic. Are you trying to break my heart? Why must you insist on trying to get bumped from my Top Three list? Are you trying to break up with me?
Ah, Halle, I'm sure the pressure of being the Most Beautiful Woman alive must be rough, but did you really need to sport the fro? Really? 1971 called - it wants its hairstyle back.
Hmmm. As she's already married to one, who's the monkey for?
Oh hello, Nicolette, back so soon? Obviously you need some help on boundaries and finding out what is allowed indoors/outdoors. As we discussed the other day, giant sunglasses are a big no while indoors. Likewise, wearing beach attire while walking down the street = not appropriate. Pull it together, Sheridan.
Why would anyone need to wear pants with room to take a giant crap in them? I don't get it.
So, due to my self-imposed "mancation," I realize I never share things like this, but after dinner last night we took this cute pic and I couldn't resist sharing what an adorable friend I met. Aren't the glasses awesome? Perfect for the nerd fetish I've got going on. :)
I read an article yesterday where Trista Sutter (the Bachelorette who went on to marry Ryan Sutter and then hopelessly sell their relationship out for years to come) said she "might consider" having another show based around them, their son, and their new baby. Come on. Who are you trying to kid? Has there ever been a fame-whoring opportunity you've turned down? I think not.
Just in case you were wondering, sometimes I used to make my guy friends dress up in my animal print outfits and boa.
OK, this actually was on Halloween.
Oh my goodness, I had the *biggest* crush on the guy standing next to me. I thought he looked like a dead ringer for my TLF Nicolas Cage. Doesn't he? At least when Nic was younger (and in Valley Girl)
Here's a cute pic with my sister-in-laws, Brittony and Vauri.
This from one night when I watched Spens and Phoe. I loved that they couldn't sleep without being so near each other. I thought it was sweet.
I don't know how to read people. Sometimes I think I've really connected with someone and never hear from them again. Other times I think I've had a terrible date and the person calls non-stop wanting to another one. Isn't there a happy medium somewhere? Must. Go. Back. On. Mancation. This dating stuff sucks.
While I enjoy being a woman, it's true we are a mysterious species. Heck, half the time we don't even know what our problems are, so how can men be expected to be sympathetic? I saw a movie recently where the guy wanted to know the secret of women and desired to know what we really want. The girl leaned in close and whispered, "We have no idea." Isn't that so true? I swear my mind changes from day to day on what I want, who I like, and what type of behavior is acceptable. My opinion changes like a yo-yo - are men this complicated? Sometimes I wish we could have a Freaky Friday type experiment where I could be in the mind of a man for a day and see how his mind reacts. That would rule. Perhaps it would bring world peace? Too lofty? :)
One of these things is not like the others....and anyone who wears a shirt that says "Sleep With Me" should be shot on sight. What a douche.
Courtney, you looked surprised to see the paparazzi still wanting your picture. What you should be surprised about is that your friends weren't around to warn you about leaving your house looking like a hot mess with no make-up. 
Let's hope Mena Suvari and Amy Smart were going to some hip 80's party where the main prize goes to the person who looks most like Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan. Mena's going to take first place.
My eyes are bleeding. Why does the Smith family look like a walking campaign for urban hip hop magazine? They've got so many accessories it makes my head spin.
Oh, look. Mattel came out with friends for the White Trash Barbie doll that was released last week. Accessories include wife beater t-shirts, torn jeans, and a boom box that blasts "Achy Breaky Heart" on demand. Seriously, did they plan those outfits? Who tries that hard to look so crappy?
How is Monday already? Didn't we just have one of these? It seems as though we had one not too long ago...oh, wait. It was exactly a week ago, huh? Hmmm. Blurgh. I got unpacked and all my laundry put away last night and was feeling quite accomplished - nothing like clean sheets and towels to make a girl smile. I also had a little Facebook tutorial with my friend Katrina who finally decided to join the masses and sign up (well, in truth, I signed her up and uploaded her pictures and arranged her information....but there's no reason to split hairs about who did what.) Aside from that, I finished re-watching the Sex and the City movie and cried at the end again (why am I such a big sap during happily-ever-after endings?). It was a nice, quiet evening to end my enjoyable weekend.
So, my not-so-secret-Postsecret-of-the-day? I crush my pop cans. No, not when I'm done and throwing them away. As I'm drinking them. I don't know why. I always do. Always have. If there was a group of us drinking the same thing (say, my beloved DP for example), you could pick out my can in the crowd because it's dented on the sides. I don't even realize I do it, but I open it, drink some, and crush. Pretty much immediately. I used to think it was because it gave me a little "grip" on the can, but then one of my girlfriends pointed out that the cans aren't really too heavy to begin with. Good point. Still, I crush. Perhaps I secretly want to feel like a big, strong giant who can smash items with my tough muscles? Who knows. Between my can crushing and my "chill" (or tick, or Terrets, or whatever you choose to call it....but we don't need to talk about that right now), I guess it's just another thing to make me unique. :)
OK, I'll admit it - I hate doing chores. I am definitely not good housewife material by any means. I hate grocery shopping and will do anything to avoid doing it (even though I go to my beloved Wal-mart). I hate doing laundry and have purchased about a month's worth of choners and socks to avoid having to do it very often (as I have enough clothes to outfit a small country). I hate cleaning (although I do like cleaning bathrooms, for some reason) and I especially hate doing the dishes. Wow, so pleasant today. Now, that being said, I'm always deliriously happy when I'm finished doing any of these things - folding my socks last night (with only one straggler, thank you very much) gave me immense satifaction. Coming home with bags of groceries? Pure joy. Having a clean apartment? Bliss. So, why is it so hard to get motivated? I don't get it. Does anyone else have this problem?
Neve, I love your dress. I love your shoes and how they match the layers in your dress. But, when did you get such a shiny manface? Is that new?
I hope Nicolette Sheridan is trying on that dress outside because there's no other excuse for wearing those ugly sunglasses indoors. I wonder if she's dressing up as a mermaid for Halloween?
Jake, dear, it's a good thing Reese loves you because no one else would tolerate that ridiculous long hairstyle you're rocking (I use the term rocking VERY loosely).
I can't quite put my finger on what bugs me about this picture. Is it the neutral color of her dress or how it matches her icky dyed hair? Is it that her boobs are so prominent? Is it the elaborate beadwork in the top which looks a little too much like a Vegas showgirl? I'm not sure. Maybe it's just all of the above.
OK, so it's entirely *possible* that I enjoy going to see my dad not only to spend time with him, but because I get spoiled like a Princess when I'm there (as he's always recognized me as the Princess I believe myself to be). Yesterday, we went to a few movies and then to dinner at Chili's. While ordering, he took the liberty to order my meal (complete with how I wanted my steak cooked, to the two sides, and my complicated beverage). After he did so he asked if that was OK and and I said of course. In fact, that's really all I look for in a dinner companion - their ability to know my predictable ways and anticipate what I'll order (as I get almost the same thing every time). I think it's sweet. He'd also made sure to have Diet Pepsi waiting for me and some Ritz crackers, which I'd requested, to try out the yummy jalapeno jam I'd brought. On other occasions we've had Cherry Garcia ice cream and 
powdered sugar rasperry donuts, as well. Yum! This morning he brought me breakfast in bed (steak and eggs, as pictured) and then sent me home with stroganoff (which is my fave thing he makes because it tastes just like my mom's did growing up). I like it leftover and cold, hence the taking it on the road plan. We also had fun making snide comments during the movies we saw in the always empty theater (as there were hardly any other patrons in there) and watching Made of Honor on DVD while I did piles and piles of laundry. No gambling this time, but we did have enjoy just hanging out. Thanks for a great time! :)
