Overalls, mall bangs, and Seattle

So I'm blessed to have satellite radio in my car. I've got my programmed channels of Alternative pop, Top 20, Broadway, etc. But recently, I've discovered the mecca of nostalgic music. 90's on 9. I was born in the 80's, but I'm certainly a child of the 90's, seeing as that's when I was old enough to be conscious of the culture around me. Here's a rundown of the best of the best that I've heard:




~ Lovefool by the Cardigans
~ 500 Miles by the Proclaimers
~ Bills Bills Bills by Destiny's Child
~ Damn, I Wish I was your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins
~ As I Lay Me Down by Sophie B. Hawkins
~I Wanna Sex You Up by Color Me Badd
~ Men In Black by Will Smith
~ All 7 Will Die by Prince
~ Whoomp, There it is by Tag Team
~ Bitch by Meredith Brooks

~ #1 Crush by Garbage

~ C'est La Vie by BeWitched



I have yet to hear Skee-Lo. But that's on my ipod, so I'm good.

Happy Sunday

OMG, I'm actually early on my PostSecret this week. Exceeeeeept I'm pretty sure my blog could be qualified as a PostSecret fan site judging on the frequency of PostSecret posts and lack of non-PostSecret posts. I should get a life. But first, enjoy my favorite things about other people's lives:

I love when people flash their highbeams to warn me about police. It's like a secret code that will eventually turn into a revolution against the law. But for now, we just stick it to the man.

I'm not sure a gift of a cheese grater is ever a good decision. But I guess if someone gave me one for Valentine's Day, and it wasn't an adorable inside joke, I'd take it as a sign to move on, which can be an even better gift in itself.

Okay, now. First of all, jumping on Oprah's couch, although reserved for crazy Scientologists, is an act of celebration. Second of all, using your vibrator means you have an inactive social life. In conclusion, what are you celebrating? Duracell AAs?

My secret of the week:

I miss gorcery shopping with my mom.

text me.

I have something to tell you...

PostSecret is pretty good this week, but there are a lot of dark ones. Aaaaaand call me shallow, but I like the funny ones better. Here they are:


Interesting and hilarious. Everyone should read "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim". He's one of those people you really wish would be around to help point out the ironic, funny things in the mundane.

Subliminal middle finger. Clever. It's one of the few acronyms not already used by Disney Scheduling...

My secret of the week:

If my life were a reality show, the confessional would be on the toilet because that's when I'm thinking most clearly.

Don't be grossed out.



text me.

Thank you for having me...

If you've ever watched Inside the Actor's Studio, hosted by James Lipton, you know that Mr. Lipton asks the same ten questions at the end of each show to the featured actor. Like every other actor who has seen the show, I've thought of my own answers...and rehearsed them in the mirror....only half kidding.

1. What is your favorite word?

Flicker. It makes me wink when I say it.

2. What is your least favorite word?

Well, James, if I had to pick ONE, I guess... moist.

3. What turns you on?

Eye contact. But not creepy.

4. What turns you off?

Bullshit, in general.

5. What sound do you love?

A really hearty genuine laugh. And my cat meowing in the form of a question.

6. What sound do you hate?

PDA spit noises.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

F*ck. It's so multi-purpose.

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

Pastry chef. No one doesn't like people who bake.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Character attendant at Disney World.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

Whooo, I'm glad you made it. It was touch and go there for a while...

OneLess...

*WARNING: IF YOU'RE A NEEDLE-PHOB, DON'T READ THIS POST. SCROLL DOWN AND READ MY POSTSECRET POST AGAIN......THEN TEXT ME :)*

So I got my second ho vaccination this morning. A simple shot in the arm. No big deal. Except I think I project the image and energy that I'm terrified. Becuase both nurses (yes, there were two) were adamently reminding me "Just remember to relaaaaax." I WAS relaxed. I'm 24 years old. And then right before they stuck it in, she says "Okay, big stick!" Meaning...this is gonna hurt big time? or this needle (stick, i assume) is freaking huge?

So I survived. Not a flinch. I wore by big girl panties...UNTIL I was taking off the bandaid and cotton ball they routinely placed on the injection site and the cotton fibers stuck to the scab! My knees went weak, I shivered, I gagged, this I could not handle. All I could think about was those tiny little fibers meandering through my veins, clogging my arteries, and tickling my brain stem. Ripping cotton fibers are like nails on a chalkboard to me. Sure, big sticks through the skin, no problem, but you rip a cotton ball in front of me, and I hit the ground.

text me.

secrets...

Even though I didn't blog about it because I was on vaca, you can bet I still checked PostSecret for this week's best secrets in America. And I was not disappointed. Enjoy my faves:


This picture is so damn funny and the wisdom that accompanies it is spot on.

At least a lot of things are getting cheaper...

Well, the trick is not to lean forward so much when you close them. Then again, it depends on how massive your boobs are. You may need to just call for outside help.

My secret for the week:

I hear phantom texts from my phone at least twice an hour or so, and am disappointed when I check it and it's blank.

Text me when you read this.

Can I get a witness?

happy easter

A very Happy Easter to you! Here is a quick breakdown of my day:

1. Woke up exhausted after dying eggs until like 1:30am.
2. Ate traditional holiday breakfast asserole...that's right, i said asserole. inside joke from a happy accident.
3. Went to church for the mercy of my soul.
4. Thanked the Easter bunny for the Sonicare and cold hard cash.
5. ANNIHILATED the easter egg hunt. Completely schooled my 26 year old brother in the fine art of finding eggs.
6. Drank and ate with friends and fam.
7. Drank and sang "American Pie" without knowing the words.
8. Drank and watched the dvd of my christening...24 years ago.
9. Drank and gambled.
10. Drank and ate cake in the shape of a bunny.
11. Drank water and blogged.

All in all, it was a good day.



Blessings come in all shapes and flavors...

Mission Control, do you read me?

So my earbuds broke for my iPod...





And now I get to rock THESE...






I added the sunglasses for dramatic effect.

Lady Gaga, eat your heart out.





...Lady Gaga, if you're reading this, I'm just kidding. Like my poker face?

Sssshhh...

Happy Sunday, home slices...okay, whatever, it's Monday now, but I haven't gone to bed yet, so it still counts as my Sunday. AND it's still Sunday in the Mountain and Pacific time zones. But I digress... If you plan on sharing your secrets to the world this week, check out these first:


I feel superior if I'm sweating more than the person next to me. This probably means I'm in worse shape, but at least I'm creating an illusion of dedication.

I love the creativity of this secret despite the melancholy subject matter. For real, though, I always want to talk to my people in that 2 second silence right after the trailer is done.

Were the leaves on the ground or still on the tree? Either way, it's romantic. One just seems a bit more exciting/grass-stainy.

I have to break it off with my hand before I eat it... (that's what she sai-... no, that doesn't make sense.)

WHY?!?!?! Oh, you probably work at Disney. Some days, anything is better...

My secret of the week:

I've thought of clever answers for all of James Lipton's final questions on Inside the Actor's Studio, but I can't think of a witty response to "What do you want God to say to you at the pearly gates?"

Can I get a witness?

Thinspiration

I'm not ashamed to say that I, like many Americans, am trying to get into better shape. So I'm always in need of what I like to call "thinspiration." Whatever makes me run a little longer, whatever makes me punch out a few more crunches, or whatever makes me put DOWN the cupcake counts as thinspiration. So I'd like to share some thinspiration:


I LOVE going to BodyJam class at my gym. I've come to call it GhettoJam because it's just ghetto dancing for cardio (Four 8-counts of booty shaking!). It's mad fun. The girls that teach it are incredibly motivating and energetic and they always have matching outfits. So a few days ago, they were rocking "Team Edward" t-shirts, a break away from the simple color coordinated racer back tops. They then took it a step further by putting a picture of Robert Pattinson on the mirror for all of us to look at. And i did. And it worked. So my thinspiration for that class was to work out hard so I would be be hot like a vampire.

P.S. I'm eating carrots as I'm blogging right now. It works.