Yummy Yummy Yummy I Got Love in My Tummy!

What a weird day today is.
First, it was all happy and fun because the building I work in had a Summer Party that was catered by In-N-Out Burger and also had these amazing Mini-Doughnuts so I was all happy and stuffed.
Until I read the email that basically dooms me to never having a parking spot. So even though my tummy was all full of yummy yummy food, I was all angry at how the world is being mean again.
I wonder if they planned it, that we would all be full and sleepy from good eats when they announced that they were revamping the parking structure, basically screwing everyone over. I hope they did, because otherwise it's just an awful coincidence.
So, I had to call The Boyfriend and politely ask if he wouldn't mind driving me to work everyday since I can get rideshare money for it. And also not have to stress about where the hell my car will be parked all day.
And he said yes, he will drive me, so then I am all happy again.
Except I am still tired from eating 2 hamburgers for lunch. Darn In-N-Out burgers, they are like Pringles, you can't eat just 1. Especially when they are free.

Oh Please, Tell Me More

If one more person tells me that I "look sunburned", I will scream.

If one more person tells me how I "need to use sunscreen", I will not be held responsible for my actions.

I can't begin to tell you the number of times in my life I have been lectured by complete strangers on how I should care for my pale skin. Do you think my skin just turned this color yesterday? I know more about sunscreen and sunburn cures than you would ever care to know about.

For God's sake people, just because I am pale doesn't mean you have the right to tell me about sunscreen. TRUST ME I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT. And also, I use A LOT of it already, and there are just times when I will look pink. Like today. Because my allergies are killing me, I have been fighting off a headache/migraine all weekend, and the color of shirt I am wearing makes me normally pale-as-hell skin look a little pink.

It does not however, mean that I don't use sunscreen. It does not mean I am burned. It does not mean that I am going to politely stand here and listen to you tell me how important it is that I use sunscreen. I FUCKING KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS.

God, when did people decide that my skin health is any of their concern? And really, am I supposed to be happy that people with skin the color of leather are telling me that I need to use sunscreen. People, let's compare my white ass to your tan one and then let's talk about who needs to know more about sun-safety.

Yes, I am grumpy. Yes, I should just accept their advice and leave. But I don't. So there.

I Heart Rubberband Man

Have you seen this commercial? For Office Max? The dude in the commercial is just some brilliant casting. He is so fun to watch, he makes me want to shop at Office Max, and I HATE that place.
But I would only shop there if he pushed the cart for me and we had the "Rubberband Man" song playing as we walked around the store.

My daydreams are sadly boring.

My favorite commercial is when he loses his rubberband ball, and he puts up lost pictures of it, but the pictures are in black and white, and his rubberband ball is in color, and he's all sad. I don't remember how it ends because it went longer than my 5 second attention span.
But I sympathize Rubberband Man! I order the supplies in my office, and sometimes, people can make you sad when all you are trying to do is deliver their damn supplies.

Anyhoo, for some fun, check out this website, you can view the commercials and a cute making of video.

Also, please note there are 2 NEW links over to the right, Essence of Z and Jared's new blog.
Give them some site-reading love!

Man, I am bossy lately. Read my friends new blogs! Tell The Boyfriend to stop smoking! ARE YOU LISTENING!?

*Special thanks to Y-Vonne for actually posting on The Boyfriends site! You are the only person that has. And I thank you for your help in nagging.

The rest of you obviously don't care enough to nag. Prove me wrong, let TAM know he should stop smoking. Then he can't just get mad at me for nagging!

Welcome to Monday

So, Peter Jennings died yesterday. The weird thing about this is that Rachel and I were just talking about him on Saturday and how he might not make it. I am still a little weirded out by that.

I have to add that I will miss him. He had a wonderful speaking voice, and there have been several times in my life where there were things going on in this world that we were all glued to the tTV and his voice was the only one I could stand to listen to. It didn't hurt that he was usually the only person saying anything of intelligence.

This prompted several conversations with The Boyfriend about how he really needs to quit smoking. Everyone should visit him here, and let him know (in a nice way) that he needs to quit smoking. He loves the peer pressure!

Also, this morning I swam laps for ½ hour at the gym. I love swimming and have just recently started this routine in a desperate "I really need to get some of this 'now that I have a desk job I apparently will gain like 50 pounds' fat off of me." I swear, I have been working out at gyms for several years now, and nothing, NOTHING kicks my ass like swimming laps. I'm not even going that fast.

Since this is my first time swimming since I had Lasik (if you are interested, please check this place out, he is the nicest guy and a hell of a Lasik surgeon). Can I just tell you that I am really happy that I couldn’t see while swimming all those years that I swam competitively? I get so distracted now at the littlest thing in the pool, because I CAN ACTUALLY SEE! WHILE SWIMMING!

And, have you any idea how dirty pools are? GROSS! And yet, I am still swimming 3 days a week. And it rocks. Unless weirdo people are walking in the lanes. They do not rock.

I have also started doing Pilates pretty regularly at lunch. Man, you would think the pounds would just be melting off, but they aren't. It doesn't help that I just really like food. And candy.

Maybe I will up the swimming to every day, then I wouldn't have to change my diet. Now there is a plan.

Potpourri

* The Boyfriend and I had a great time going to dinner last night for his birthday. The drive down took a little over 2 hours and he only threatened one person's life!

* I am very sad that my show is over. I miss everyone.

* I wish the children's show was over. It's been a lot better since we started performances, but it is definitely the show that wouldn't die.

* I am wearing really squeaky shoes today (and by shoes I mean flip-flops). I mean really, really squeaky. I had to walk some documents to another attorney for my boss, and the floor I had to go to was very quiet, and all I could think was that my shoes are LOUD, and I kinda sorta shouldn’t be wearing them anyway, so it's kind of like "The Tell-Tale Heart", but only on my feet.

* My 10 year reunion is this summer. I am not going. I don't care what you think about it, I'm not going. It's being held in a sports bar for chrissake.

* I have left-over Chili's food for lunch today. I am a happy girl.

Happy Birthday, My Little Cheese Blintz!

So, My Boyfriend, it is your birthday. As my special gift to you, I will not ask you to clean anything today. Man, am I romantic, or what?!

Also, on our 2 hour drive down the PCH to Chili's tonight, I promise I won't ask you to calm down when you are screaming at every other driver on the road.

Seriously, I have never been so giving!

Okay, in all fairness, usually I am screaming at other people right along with you, so I should think of something else…

I promise I won't fall asleep on the way home. (If you knew me, you would understand what a promise that is.)

I promise that I will always be here to remind you of your correct age. Unless I am dead. Then you are on your own.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

I hope you realize just how much I love you.

Thanks for all the laughs, tears, road trips, songs, and cuteness (seriously, why are you so cute?)

Do you realize that we have known each other for a third of our lives? That kind of freaks me out!

Here's to many, many more birthdays together. I wouldn’t have it any other way.*

I love you.

*Can you believe I was so sappy?
I must be getting old. But not as old as you!
Oh man, that will never get old... like you!
I could go on and on with this.

** I would just like to point out that I have posted since the last one before this, but blogger ate it. I hope it gave blogger heartburn.

I Seem To Be Alright For the Moment

Hello. How's it going? I have been busy. The play is going wonderfully, I am truly NOT looking forward to the last performance. It's been very fun working with these people, shocking them at times with my really completely inappropriate sense of humor and such.

Not much else to report. Work has been busy. My parents will be in town for the last show, which is great, but also provides the horrible question "How do you let your parents politely know that you would rather hang out with your cast on the last night of performances?"

I will still get to see my parents on Monday, but I just know there will be guilt involved.

I guess that's all for now. Sorry for the lack of updates, but I don't have much going on outside of theater right now.

Today's Forecast: Grumpy with a side of Damn It!

So, the meeting yesterday turned out to be really nothing big (in my eyes at least), so the worry was for naught. Our office is moving and while I know that it's not going to be fun, I look forward to the change.

You have to understand, this is coming from someone who moved once as a child, 300 feet to the house next door. I don't really remember it much, but I loved my new room with the pink shag carpet.

When I moved to college, I discovered my love of moving. I love the newness of things, even if it's just your same old crap you're hauling with you, it's somehow new again as you re-discover things you've forgotten about. Or you realize how much crap you have that you don't need and so you sell it or give it away, all the while relishing in the release of having said crap around you at all times.

Sorry, I'm rambling.

But anway, my love of moving and new places is how I am approaching this office move (and since I can't seem to convince The Boyfriend that 5 years is way too long in one apartment and we should move just for the fun of it, this kind of gets him off the hook). Sure, I will lose my little office type space, and sure, I will probably end up in a cubicle, but man, try working in an overcrowded, never cleaned, always too warm call center for awhile. A cubicle is heaven compared to that.

So, I will let you know how opening weekend goes on Monday. My boss is coming. So are a lot of my friends/co-workers. I'm not nervous yet, but I probably will be a wreck tomorrow!

I Am Grumpy

I know, you're probably thinking, so what's new, you are always grumpy. But I haven't been grumpy in awhile. Tired, yes. Annoyed, yes. But not grumpy. I don't really have anything to be grumpy about.

I got to see "Fantastic Four" today. I went in with no expectations, and was pleasantly surprised. Other than Jessica Alba being the dumbest casting decision, the movie was a great summertime blockbuster type movie. I even would have paid to see it.

So, we have a department meeting today. Can I just say that after being through a business going under twice (yes, the same company, no, it wasn't my fault) and having to twice sit through the announcement that the company was folding, I really dread announcements like "Please gather for a quick meeting". It makes my stomach turn. Nothing good comes of this announcement. It's like the person you are dating telling you that "we need to talk." NOTHING GOOD COMES OF IT.

The show opens this weekend. I am very excited for it. Although I will be sad to see it end. I have truly enjoyed working with my director and cast. That's the problem with theater. The horrible casts/shows always drag on into eternity, and the good ones end too soon.

Such is life.

If You Loved Me You Would Kill That

So, rehearsals have been going late, which is good since we open shortly, but also bad since it means I miss out on sleep.

Last night I didn't have to be to rehearsal until 8:30, so I was working on memorizing some lines and general picking stuff up around the apartment. When something caught my eye. Of course, it was a spider, and a big one at that. The worst part? IT WAS CRAWLING ON THE BEDSPREAD. So I grab one of The Boyfriends shoes to kill it, and of course I can't find it when I look for it again. I shake out the bedspread and I don't see it.

Now, I am not totally afraid of spiders, I just HAVE TO KILL THEM when I see that they are around. I finally see this one (I swear to God that it squared off and was readying for attack) and kill it.

Leave for rehearsal.

Come home hours later, tired as all hell.

Tell The Boyfriend about the spider I had to kill.

Fall into bed completely exhausted. How exhausted? SO EXHAUSTED THAT I HAD DREAMS OF A GINORMOUS SPIDER CRAWLING ON MY PILLOW. I actually woke up saying "Oh my God there is a big spider crawling over there." (The pillow I am referring to was on the floor at the time.)

What does The Boyfriend do? HE LAUGHS AT ME! You have to understand that I wasn't quite awake yet and that the spider wasn't real, even though The Boyfriend was assuring me that there were no huge spiders out to get me and I was just dreaming.

I need more sleep.

Hi, Long Time No Read?

So, I have been busy. And when I am not busy, I kind of keep forgetting to write on this here page. Sorry about that. But no worries, as of next Monday I will not be so busy at work and I will have way more time to fascinate you with my writings. Although, I will still miss most of the TV shows that I was planning on watching this summer, since I can't seem to remember to set my VCR, or what day shows are on. But I never forget to eat!

I do know that my crush Evander was kicked off "Dancing With the Stars" and I am oh so sad about that. Seriously, he was the cutest thing ever on that show. But I still have John O'Hurley. He rocks.

Rehearsals are going well, although I need to quit beating myself up over my accents. We had our first read-through of the children's shows last night. They are going to be great. It's nice when you meet people at auditions and briefly talk to them and then you get cast together and they turn out to actually be nice people who can actually act. Unlike the other surprise, where someone glares at you all through auditions, callbacks, then you get cast in the same show and you just can't quite figure them out, then you remember that this person glared at you all through auditions, and seriously, why do I care what this person thinks of me? Obviously they aren't very nice or they wouldn’t go around glaring at people in the first place. Then I also remember that I just might be a little p.m.s-ey so I could be over-reacting, but seriously, aren't we a little old to be playing the "glaring at people who are your competition" game? Besides, completely ignoring them is much more fun!

See people, this is why I end up feeling like I am completely anti-social. Or I would be better off if I were. But then I find people too darn fascinating. Except for stupid bitches that stand in fast food places and won't get off their damn phone to order and insist and carrying on their screaming conversation complete with swear words. Now, I like to give truckers a run for their money when it comes to swearing, but there is definitely a time and place which is definitely NOT in a public restaurant where PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT AND SOME OF THEM ARE HERE WITH SMALL CHILDREN. I don't give a shit about your stupid conversation, no one thinks you are special because you have a phone, and you are being so completely rude. This is why I always try to be extra nice if I am the next person in line, especially since I have been that person behind the counter who would like nothing more than to inform the customer about what a complete ass they are being. When did common courtesy become so non-existent?

When did I become so tired?

Things That I Wish

That sleeping on the couch to prove your point weren't so dramatic, and didn't end in a crap night's sleep.

That I didn't get so nervous doing accents.

That when my parents call they didn't leave messages like "You NEVER call".
Really? Then how did you get my number? And, we talked last week.

Now you know where I get my overdramatic genes from.

That I didn't crave fast food. Seriously. Why do I crave a Taco Bell Taco Salad?

That seems to be all I have for now.

What do you wish for?

I Heart Evander

I have been slacking in the writing stuff. My first rehearsal is tonight and I am really excited. A little nervous, but mostly excited.
I got a lot of flack from people for admitting that I watched this, but did you see "Dancing With The Stars"? Did you?
I think I have a crush on Evander Holyfield now. Seriously, the man looked so nervous before his dance started, and then he obviously just let go and tried to have a good time. He's not the greatest dancer on the show, but I have a lot of respect for a man who will go ahead and try. And not just half-assed try, but put your "manly" reputation on the line, failure or not, plus maybe I will have a good time, try.
Also, J. Peterman (aka John O'Hurley) rocked. Seriously the man was great. Overall I think the guys were more fun to watch because they really got into it, whereas the women were more obviously nervous/worried how their sparkly gowns looked.
It's not the greatest show on T.V., but I will probably be catching it as often as I can. Man, there is just something about a guy that can dance. Maybe it's the tight pants they always put them in.

I also promised that I was going to watch "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and I did. I was really really bored by this show. I will never be able to recap it better than this,(which is my new favorite website) but here are a few of my comments anyway:
1. Didn't Tiffany pose in Playboy not too long ago? Shouldn't she have enough money to have someone teach her how to dress? Her outfits were terrible and she sounded like she hadn't sang in awhile. Funny thing, she seems to be in the middle of recording a new album.
2. Arrested Development, while one of my favorite shows, now also seems to be a kick-butt band. I vaguely remember them in their "heyday", but their performance on the show almost made up for the torture of sitting through everyone else's performance.
3. Did the people performing not know they were on the show until they showed up? Because unless they were Arrested Development, they were pretty awful. Even singing their own songs!
4. This show would have been better had they taken MY idea and made these guys only sing something from Britney Spear's songbook. THAT would have been entertaining.

I will probably check it out again to see Vanilla Ice, but otherwise, I think it was pretty awful. WAY overproduced.

I don't really have anything else going on. Like I said before, rehearsals start tonight. Man, I am in for a busy summer.

Wow.

So, I have been busy at work. At when I am not busy, I am trying to get all the personal things done that I usually get done while not busy at work. Confused? Yeah, so am I.

My 3 day weekend went way too fast, and now I seem to be fighting off some sort of flu. Or I am just stressed. Either way, food doesn't taste all that great to me lately. This makes me sad. I love food.

Also, I wished I wouldn't have heard this story on the news, because now I feel like I should give in to my cravings for pizza and burgers. Did you know that your brain CRAVES greasy, bad-for-you food? Oh man, ever since I joined Weight Watchers, my brain has definitely been letting me know that it's not appreciating all of the vegetables.

So, there are plenty of new really-awful looking so I will probably be really into them shows starting this summer. Have you seen the ads for "Dancing with the Stars?" Or "Hit Me Baby One More Time?" I know I have talked about this before but I am so looking forward to them. Be and my not-quite working all that great thanks to all the vegetables brain are spending this summer on the couch!
Also, "House" has a summer season. Seriously, watch it. It's one of the best shows on TV.

I should also let you know that I got cast in 2 shows for this summer. I will be playing "The Widow" in "Shakespeare's Skum: The Shrew Variations", as well as several other parts. And I will be playing The Farmer's Wife to this guy's Farmer in "The Emporer's New Clothes". Oh yeah, he's also Petruchio in the Shakespeare play, but big deal*. All I can say is he darn well better learn his lines or I am running him through with a pitchfork! Ha!

*Okay I am just kidding. It is a big deal and I am really proud of him. There.

On a final note:
Did you hear that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are supposedly engaged? Man, if that doesn't prove that their one month old love isn't a set-up, I don't know what will.

A Hodgepodge

So, Carrie is the new American Idol. I am happy for her. No really, I am. Bo now does not have to record the completely awful songs they had "written" for the show, and he can go on and do the completely kick-ass album we all now he is going to do. I do have to say that it was the least painful 2 hour finale' I have watched. The part that was basically making fun of the whole Corey Clark thing was entertaining, and the whole "Idols performing with their Idols" was good. Well, I should say, the part where Carrie performed with Rascal Flats and Bo performing with Lynard Skynard was really awesome. Especially seeing someone like Bo, who could probably die tomorrow a happy man now, not only perform, but lead his idols on the greatest song ever written. I have never in my life watched someone so happy to be onstage performing. Lynard Skynard are just some cool, cool guys.

Did anyone see David Hasselhoff on the show? Now there is a man who can laugh at himself. He seriously made that kids night. I actually got a little choked up.

I just want to add one more thing to my argument from yesterday as to why Mark Kriski is an idiot. He compared Bo Bice to Meatloaf, in a way that was completely derogatory to both of them. Let's get one more thing straight Mark, Meatloaf kicks ass. That man has sold lots of albums, is a decent actor, has had more women drooling over him than you ever will and was in the biggest cult classic of a movie. Maybe you've heard of it, it's a little thing called "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and every night in dark theaters across the country people dress up and try to pretend they are half as cool as Meatloaf.
Okay, I'm done with that now.

On to other things that annoy me.

Apparently someone felt the need to explain the poem "When I Am Old I Will Wear Purple" to me that I wrote about awhile ago. Um, I already KNOW what the POEM is about, that wasn't what my post was complaining about and please make sure that you actually READ my post before commenting. Thanks.

Tom Cruise is really, really scaring me. I wish he would go back to the old Tom Cruise who was still a Scientologist, but wasn't allowed to talk about it. By the way Tom, that was really nice of you, the way you are trying to piss off the majority of your fans. Did you really think people were going to think that you know more about Post Partum Depression than, I don't know, a DOCTOR, or a WOMAN? I agree that we as a society are a bit too reliant on pills, but c'mon. Sometimes they are a necessity. Seriously, the man has gone off the deep end. And not in a fun, "Let's watch what crazy thing he does next!" way, but in a, "God I hope he goes away soon" way.

I don't understand how a person who has children and an ex-wife can think that they would be completely comfortable with watching you make out with a woman young enough to be your daughter every day. If I have to look at one more picture of Tom Cruise trying to prove what a man he is by shoving his tongue down a woman's throat, I will just puke. And seriously, Katie Holmes?

I love reading all the rumors that he had this planned all along and it was just a matter of plugging in which hot young Hollywood starlet would play the part of his girlfriend. I seriously hope they get married, because it would inevitably be followed by a divorce, and then hopefully a tell-all book! But that would mean they have to stay together after both of their big summertime blockbusters come out, and I just don't think that's going to happen. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to go back on Oprah and talk about how hurt he is by their break-up and no one understood their love anyways. I am placing my predictions now people.

On a final note:
The Boyfriend and I attended our last night of call-backs last night. They are casting tonight, so hopefully I will have good news tomorrow. If not, I have a wonderful barb-b-que I am attending that will provide me with enough liquor to forget I even auditioned! I win either way!

Apparently Writing is Hard

So, I have been missing for awhile. Sorry about that. I have stuff going on at work (work being something I will never go into detail here) so let's just leave it as I will be busy for the next few weeks.

Let's speak of better things. The Boyfriend and I have auditioned for summer theater. We were called back for the same shows. One call back was on Monday, and another is tonight. I have to say, I really, really would like to do both shows. Both are comedies and it would be nice to be busy this summer doing theater in the park. If nothing else, I will have great tan lines!

Did you watch American Idol last night? I did. Although I have to admit I was bored. So bored I started reading a magazine in the middle of Carrie's second song. Why is it that the so called professional song writers that American Idol hire can't write a good song to save their lives? I mean come on, those songs were just stupid. I'm guessing it's the same person that wrote "I'm Sorry for 2004" for Ruben Studdard.

I still would like Bo to win. Carrie may technically be a better singer, but she is a wooden stick figure on stage and I think people would quickly realize it's not worth the money to watch her perform since she seems to have no personality or presence.

I was watching the KTLA morning show briefly today when Mark Kriski and Sam Rubin were talking about how Carrie should win because Bo was stuck in the 70's and you couldn't possibly figure out a way to promote him, whereas Carrie is obviously very country and very "now". Here is all the reasons they are wrong:
1. There is no way that Carrie could ever out-rock Bo on stage. He is a thousand times better performer, and actually has a personality when spoken to.
2. How can you say that they would never be able to do a music video with Bo? Have you not heard of this guy called Kid Rock? He is quite popular and has done several videos. In fact, he makes more money than you do.
3. The only reason the guys like Carrie so much is that she is a cute girl.
4. The only reason they hate Bo is because he rocks, he isn't a middle aged fat man and he can actually sing and plays several musical instruments. He is the embodiment of every guys teenage dream of being a rock star.
5. How could you possibly say "the 70's are SO OVER?" As The Boyfriend pointed out, that's like saying "Jazz is so over", or "classical music is so over", or "Blues are so over". Seriously, you just proved why you are a weather man, and not someone who makes decisions about music.
Apparently, according to Mark Kriski, we shouldn't listen to any music that wasn't created last week.

I am now bored with my list as I got so angry I forgot what else to say. I am actually not going to watch the finale' as I have call-backs tonight and I am much more interested in finding out what's happening on "LOST" than anything else.

On a final note:

Did you see the promo's for "Hit Me Baby One More Time?" I can not wait to see Vanilla Ice sing a Britney Spear's song.

AI Baby

Hi. I am so happy right now. Not only are the 2 people that I wanted in the top 2 for American Idol, but I just finished a ginormous filing project that I have been putting off for 2 weeks. My boss was so happy for me she actually did a celebratory dance FOR ME, since I was all done!

Okay, back to American Idol. I think it's pretty obvious that Bo is going to win. I mean, c'mon, Clive himself said he thought he and Bo would be working on an album together soon!

I don't have much else to say about this. Anyone who has read this knows that I am a big Bo fan, so I don't really need to write any more on this, except that I think it will be very interesting to see the different interpretations that Bo and Carrie will have on the same song.

My biggest gripe is that the 2 hour gorge-fest of a results show for American Idol is to take place as the same time as LOST. I will not miss LOST for anything, so I will be taping American Idol. I wonder who will win the ratings war?
This is a good thing because then I can watch them perform on Tuesday as usual, then find out the results on Wednesday without having to sit through the entire show, but instead, sitting through the fabulousness that is LOST! Maybe I won't even bother taping it! Never mind, I don't have anything to gripe about, because now I won't have to sit through all of the painful numbers they make the Top 10 perform.

Sweet.

When I Am Old I Will Wear Whatever the Hell I Want

This was supposed to be posted on Friday, but I couldn't quite get it right. So I am posting it today after I worked on it a little. And by working on it I mean I just got back from a lunch screening of "Star Wars Episode 3" and I feel like I should throw something up for people to read today!!!!
Enjoy.

So, I'm watching/vaguely listening to the news this morning as I was getting ready for work and two really caught my attention.

First of all, I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that the government really believes that women shouldn't be allowed on the front lines because the men, they may get distracted. That's just insulting to everyone. It implies that women are incapable of handling themselves and men are too stupid to not be thinking about sex while being shot at. And, they think the men will be too pre-occupied with protecting the women. Oh seriously, I wish the President would just come out and say that he wishes all women were back in the kitchen where God wanted them and be done with it. Geesh. Like we haven't all seen the part in war movies where some guy/guys risk life and limb just to save some other guy they bonded with in a fox hole. Maybe they should just make sure the front lines are all manned with disgruntled divorcee's and baby-daddies who are so over women, then the government wouldn't have to worry about it.

The second story that caught me attention was about the "Red Hat Society". Okay, first of all, the poem is called "When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple". As much as I think it's a really sappy poem, I do believe that our society is WAY too youth oriented and we do not give enough respect to the people who have been around longer.

With that said, why do older women insist on making fools of themselves while trying to establish themselves as a force to be reckoned with? Why do you have to wear gloves with feathers on them? Or boas? Or purple satin dresses? Nowhere in the poem that they are using as their guidebook does it say "I will dress like a psychotic southerner who has gone colorblind" nor does it say "I will wear ugly purple satin ball gowns and awful red hats and place feathers all over my outfit and generally make a total fool of myself all while demanding that you take me seriously".

Really, if you want people to respect you, maybe this is not quite the way to go about it. I am all for an attempt to alter societies idea to hold up Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan as role models for youngsters, but I also would never want my daughter to think that she needs to dress crazy/tacky in order to get a little attention. Older women are smart, sexy, talented, wise and usually have less body image problems than young women. But, alas, in today's society they are written off as silly and out of date and THIS STUPID RED HAT THING DOESN'T HELP! What exactly do these societies do? I did a little research on this while trying to find the poem in it's entirety, and the official "Red Hat Society" web-page didn't offer much help except in explaining that they get together for tea, and then listed all the times they have been mentioned in the newspapers recently. OH MY GOD. Really, if you would like to do something good, why don't you, I don’t know, try doing something to better society. Try proving that older women know how to have fun without looking like rejects from the local "Rocky Horror Picture Show" screening. I've read of women throwing down their mops and telling their husbands to fend for themselves while they jaunt off the Las Vegas for the weekend. Okay, didn't women's liberation happen over 30 years ago? When did "the man" and "the husband" become synonymous again? The poor husband probably didn't even realize that he was doing anything wrong.

I should point out that this all feeds in to my complete hatred of this "women vs. men" thing. If I get one more stupid forward about how clueless husband are (HAHA) I am going to go berserk. THIS STOPPED BEING FUNNY A LONG TIME AGO. It's called communication people, give it a try.

I really don't know how to end this, so I will just post the poem in it's entirety and call it a day.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pensionon brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know meare not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!
Jenny Joseph

*Hi T! I can't believe you commented!

I Never Thought I Would Say This

But I actually feel a little bad for Anthony. I can't help it. He actually had a good night on Tuesday, way better than he has performed in the past. And then he gets cut. You know people only voted for Vonzell because she cried. Sorry honey, I ain't buying it. You had a crappy performance.

So to recap Tuesday:

Carrie Underwood:
I am totally convinced she has been replaced by a Stepford Wife robot. She just has no performance capability at all. Don't get me wrong, this girl can sing, she is just painful to watch. I am going to start collecting money so she can get a personality.

Bo Bice:
I don't care who you are, if you can't admit that this man is awesome you are just sad. Who else could pull off the 70's pimp outfit while singing "Money, Money, Money?" People, he performed in FIip Flops! And he didn't fall down! And he rocks! Oh man, I would so throw my panties in the stage if I went to one of his concerts. He puts everyone else in this contest to shame. I will just list everything I like about his performances to save time:
1. He almost always picks good songs. I don't know what the heck that country song was he sang, but I liked it.
2. He always gives it up for the band as soon as he is done singing. As we have seen by Carrie's horrible arrangement of "If You Don't Know Me By Now" the band should always be your friend.
3. He is always looks like he is giving it his all. He doesn't care what you think about him, he is performing.
4. His performance don't look over-rehearsed (Vonzell, I am looking at you) and yet he is the most comfortable person on stage.
5. He always takes the judges comments in stride, whether they are good or bad. No arguing, no trying to call Simon out. He just thanks them. People need to take note of this.

Vonzell:
I also think she has an amazing voice. I would love to be able to sing as well as she does. But at the same time, I find her performances boring and over-rehearsed. The thing I loved about Fantasia is that you totally felt that she was putting her heart and soul into every performance. Fantasia has this amazing attitude and presence that neither woman left in the Top 3 possesses. I actually would go so far as to say that all of the women in the past who have made it to the top 3 have had way more personality and stage presence than Vonzell and Carrie combined.
Kimberly Locke I so wanted to be in the Top 2!!!!

Anthony:
I am really sad to say this, but I thought he had one of the best nights for him. I didn't have to leave the room while he sang! "If You Don't Know Me By Now" is seriously one of my all time favorite songs, and the fact that his version just kicked Carrie's verions' ass is just weird. But his arrangement and his performance were good. And I hate the country song he performed so much. I feel like Vonzell should have been the one to go based solely on Tuesday nights performances. But we all know that no one votes based on performance alone.

I am VERY interested to see who makes it to the Top 2. If it's Carrie and Vonzell, than I am not going to bother even recording the finale'! Cause I will be watching LOST baby.

Usually Torture Costs More Than This (So I've Been Told)

So The Boyfriend and I went to see "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" on Friday. First, let me say, I love that movie. Well done. I was a huge fan of the books, and now I want to find them and read them all over again. God, the British just make good movies.

This morning there was something on the news about how movies just aren't making the money that they used to. Wow, so not a surprise to anyone who has visited a movie theater lately. The whole problem lies in the fact that going to the movies just isn't fun anymore. And it's really freaking expensive. I am really spoiled in the fact that my job screens movies for us and I am eternally grateful for that. I just can't handle movie theater patrons anymore.

Most movie-goers just have no manners anymore. I don't know how people can take it. I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK THROUGH THIS MOVIE. I know that's really hard to understand, but WAIT UNTIL THE MOVIE IS OVER AND TALK ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS. This concept has been lost over the years. I think maybe they should start teaching theater etiquette in schools or something.

I was pleasantly surprised at the fact that everyone I could see actually turned off their cell phones during the previews which was a good thing since they had 20 MINUTES OF PREVIEWS TO SIT THROUGH. Really, this is just getting ridiculous. When I went to see "Unbreakable" in the theater, I actually really forgot what movie I was there to see.

I like previews, especially if they are good and make me really excited for a movie to come out, but I don't really need to see every preview for every movie that is coming out within the next 2 years. Really, I will find out about them one way or another. For right now, I would just like to see the movie I paid to see.

Just as a side note, there were a few parents there with their younger aged children at the movies. They were some of the best behaved people in the theater. Go figure.

There are movies that I think just need to be seen on the big screen. Other than that, I just don't need the aggravation of dealing with other people. Seriously, why do people suck so much? Especially the guy that thought bringing his 5 year old to "Return of the King". He needs to have bamboo shoved under his fingernails. If your kid can't sit still and shut up for a 3 plus hour very violent movie, then he is not old enough to be there.

On a final note:

The Boyfriend and I have finally decided to make the ultimate commitment!

Ha, just kidding. We got DSL! Finally! I am so getting major bonus points for this.
If you have SBC phone service, you can get DSL for $19.95 a month. Check it out.