Keep it on the DL...

Even though I neglected to blog about it, PostSecret still posted the Sunday secrets. Here are my faves of this week, plus one from last week:


So clearly this woman is praying for Manolos, naturally. But at first, I thought she was just distracted in church and ended up thinking about shoes rather than God, which, I'm sorry to say, I can relate to all too well.

You have a few choices here: stay and watch the credits in silence and act like you're really interested, stay and watch the credits and talk about your likes and dislikes of the film, stay and watch the credits and make fun of the people's names, or just leave.

I've been giggling for like ten minutes. I think because the mouse is in the emergency position.

p.s. Raise your hand if you thought of Gretchen Wieners.

Wrong. It's Morgan Freeman.

My Secret for the week:

Sometimes I take one of my little fake diamond rings and put it on my engagement finger, just to admire how it looks there.

Then my fear of commitment kicks in and I take it off immediately.

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Pardon my dust...

Sooooo.... I'm less than tech savvy, despite my ability to remember people's names and my knack for baking.

The aesthetic of my blog is undergoing attempted reconstruction, but until I can wrap my head around HTMLs and codes and downloads (aka, let Bry do it for me...), Cirque du SolErin will just have to endure stages of disarray.

And I'm sorry my blog was posing as Brycrash_to_go for a bit. Not my fault. Hope no one noticed.

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Toothpaste for Dinner

You GUYYYYS. I'm momentarily obsessed with a little comic. It's called Toothpaste for Dinner. I don't know if it's the wit or the shabby drawings, but i can't stop giggling about them. Here are a few of my faves.

Yep, I'm giggling.

The good new is: there's PLENTY more where this came from.

http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/

They even sell t-shirts if you so feel inclined.

Follow him on Twitter: drewtoothpaste

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The secret's out...

Sorry it's been so long...blah, blah, blah, if you were really truly perturbed by my lack of postage, you need to get a job or something. SO, to get back on the horse, here's some PostSecrets that I love this week:


I'd believe it. That looks massive. You know what else is massive? The waves at Typhoon Lagoon. I lost my balance, my grace, and my backbone in one wave.

I time it so that I'm not in there with my coworkers.

The funny thing about this secret is the followup post explaining how someone fills their medicine cabinets with ping pong balls so they can tell which of their friends are snoopers when they hear an avalanche of ping pong balls. Genius.

HA! It's personal hygiene, not a prostate exam! That's so funny.

My secret of the week:

I stand up to eat my cereal and sit down to enjoy my coffee.

That's not a secret so much as a quirk...whatevs. Take it or leave it.

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V DAY!!!

No, not Valentine's Day. I would not say that with excitement. Allow me to explain the excitement of TODAY:

My roommate (s) and I looked at a town home yesterday and were sold when we first walked in. The place is ridiculous. Peter, our savvy British landlord, showed it to us and told us a German family was just looking at it earlier that day and they were making a decision the next day, so if we wanted it, we needed to decide ASAP. Since we had supposedly cheaper and less impressive places to look at, we held off. Lo and behold, those places didn't fit the bill, so this morning, we were thrilled to find the place was still available. In true World War II fashion, we recruited our British ally and beat the Germans! THAT'S why today is V-Day!!!

Moving on, here's a floorplan of our place, with customized explanations of the usage...click on it to make it bigger.

I'm STOKED and can't wait for a housewarming party.

Did I mention we're moving in a week and a half? ...Yikes.




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Change that dial...

I feel the need to express my depression that my subscription to my satellite car radio has expired. On Tuesday, June 9th, my programmed buttons all erased my favorite stations, conceited to the default "preview" Channel 1, and left a gaping hole in my exclusive music world. I must, for the first time in two years, tune in with the commoners to FM radio. But I can't find stations I like. So far, I've found a nice ghetto club station from Tampa, that's somewhat static-y, an 80's and more station that's hit and miss, a station that's pop by day and delilah (instant gag reflex) by night, and another pop station that plays "Second Chance" far too often. I just can't win, not until I can afford another XM subscription.





The good news is that I can just plug in my iPod, finally complete with The Fame...

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PostSecret...delayed

I've neglected PostSecret. This is what happens when you get super busy with work, fixing your car yourself, driving the kids around, buying a house, writing a novel, diabetes research, pilgrimage to the holy land, launching a couture shoe collection, and turning 43...





...So I have no excuse.





Here's a funny secret worth sharing:



I always think of crying people saying "You just don't think it will ever happen to you until it does." And I walk a little faster with my keys inbetween my fingers like Wolverine, ready to go for the eyes.

My secret this week:


I still giggle every time I see a Smart car.



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