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What exactly does the "M" in AMA stand for again?
Disgusted by the Stars
You Know the Economy's Really Hurting When
The Baby Botchers
Chucky's Little Dog?
The Joy of Food Service
To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before...
Speaking of Wrecks...
Secrets of a Happy Marriage
Doctor Who: Rose
Have you heard about this new reality television show on NBC, The Baby Borrowers? I have to admit that I hadn’t heard about it until recently, but I am pretty much in shock about the concept. For those who aren’t in the know, 5 teenage (but adult) couples are each given a house to live in over the course of 3 weeks. The females wear an empathy belly for some time before a volunteer parent’s older infant is entrusted to each of the couples. Three days later, the infant is swapped for a toddler, then after another three days, the toddler is swapped for a pre-teen (with a pet), then another swap for a teenager, and so on. The show is billed as “an intriguing social experiment” in which “each young couple will get a unique opportunity to peer into the future and see what they (and their partners) might be like if they remain together and decide to build a family.”
Oh, whatever!
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This is just awesome! George Takei, better known as Sulu from the original Star Trek, is going to marry his partner of over 20 years, Brad Altman, following the lifting of the ban on gay marriage in California. I'm not a mushy person (in fact, some might argue I have no heart whatsoever), but the idea of a person finally being able to marry his/her longtime love is really touching to me. In a world of blink-and-you-missed-it, let's-get-married-on-the-spur-of-the-moment-to-Jason-Alexander marriages, the kind of devotion that Takei and and Altman have shown to each other is what real love and commitment is made of.
Cheers to you, Mr. Sulu. May you and your soon-to-be husband live long and prosper.
Well, it has been quite a while since my last post. Chalk it up to my inherent laziness/scatterbrainedness/lack of stick-to-it-ness. I really did enjoy blogging, but I quit for still unknown reasons. And now, I'm ready to blog again. I promise to stick with it...until I don't again.
Hopefully, that won't be for a long time.
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So, Scott, my dear husband, has been in middle management for the last two-and-a-half years, and during that time, I have managed to avoid involvement in most functions, for one reason or another. I missed regional conferences, golf get-togethers, you know, your basic schmoozefests. This may have been a good thing, on the whole, because schmoozing is so not my thing. Kissing ass is definitely not my thing. And for two-and-a-half years, I was lucky enough to have work conflicts that kept me from having to attend corporate functions.
Well, last week, my luck ran out. And I had to play the *dun, dun, dun* CORPORATE WIFE!!!
That's right. I, who am queen of the tactless and irreverent comment, had to spend 5 days playing Corporate Wife at a company regional conference in
Yeah, sure, on the surface it sounds fun. Spend the day relaxing by the pool reading or out in town shopping, spend the evening drinking and hobnobbing. But there were so many perils, so many dangers, so many traps that I had to watch out for. And all of this while wearing heels!
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So, there I was, snuggled in on the couch, ready to catch up on the television I missed as a result of studying for my licensure exam (which I passed! Yay me!). I had tivo'ed 5 episodes of "24," 3 episodes of "The Apprentice," and one episode of "America's Next Top Model." I was set for a marathon. I was in Kiefer-withdrawal. Eagerly, I flipped to the Tivo's "Now Playing" menu and -
Gone. My shows were gone. Five hours of Kiefer-riffic goodness, 3 hours of Trump-tasticness, and 1 hour of non-model behavior were gone. Apparently, my husband added some season passes of his own recently, and when the Tivo ran out of space, it erased MY shows and replaced them with (get this) "Gargoyles."
"Gargoyles?" Oh the humanity!!!
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Stop me if you've heard this before: Celebrity decides to have sex on videotape. Celebrity does not keep an eye on videotape. Videotape gets "misplaced" and winds up in the hands of adult films distributor. Celebrity gets upset and sues film distributor, eventually allowing all of his/her dirty laundry to be placed in the spotlight.
*yawn* So I guess it should be no surprise that yet ANOTHER celeb sex tape has made its way onto the Internet. Apparently, back in 1999, one Mr. Kid Rock (aka Robert Ritchie) and one Mr. Scott Stapp (aka that really annoying guy from Creed) engaged in some liasions with various women in the privacy in Mr. Rock's motor home. Mr. Stapp decided to record said liasions for posterity. Unfortunately, Mr. Stapp did not keep an eye on this videotape, and, lo and behold, almost 7 years later, Red Light District, a "hardcore gonzo video" distributor, has gotten a hold of the tape and is attempting to market it. It goes without saying that Mr. Rock, Mr. Stapp, and several of the starring women are not all that happy about this turn of events.
After the Pam and Tommy Lee tape, the Paris Hilton tape, and the Colin Farrell tape, who would've thought this could happen again?
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First off, no, I am not a Rolling Stones fan. Never have been, never will be. And yesterday's Super Bowl halftime show certainly isn't going to change that.
For many people, drinking too much beer was the reason for their Super Bowl stomach upset. For me, it was watching Mick Jagger swagger about while flashing bits of his pasty unattractive torso.
Ewww.
Granted, I hope I have that much energy when I, too, am 200-years-old. But watching Mick Jagger shake his very-likely-to-be artifical hips in front of a bunch of screaming teens (who probably were just hoping to get on tv and had no idea who these strange, wrinkly old men on stage were) is not my idea of entertainment. I did get a few giggles out of the befuddled look on Keith Richards face during the entire set ("Where am I? How did I get here?"), but even that got, well, old.
Bring back Janet Jackson's breast any time. It seemed to have a little more entertainment value.
Well, it seems that my beloved Texas A&M Aggies have decided to enter the pre-Super Bowl XL fray by taking on the Seattle Seahawks over Seattle's use of the trademarked "12th Man" phrase. A lot of mean words have been flying as result. In an effort to help calm tempers, I have decided to attempt to determine who should get the "12th Man" term using a variety of decision points.
By the way, if you you even partially believe that Seattle has a chance of winning my hypothetical showdown, you'd best stop reading about now.
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Quelle Horror! Apparently, there is a nasty, nasty rumor going around that reality television may not be totally realistic. As reported by E!Online, Survivor: Palau Tiga winner, Richard Hatch, has made allegations that fellow contestants were cheating and getting food smuggled to them on the island, and that producers were aware of this.
Say it ain't so!
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Well, almost, that is. I did not actually break my back, nor did I break anything, except maybe my ego a little. Hubby and I came back from our annual ski trip late Monday night - 3 days in Lake Tahoe skiing at Heavenly Mountain. It was fun, but painful at the same time. Scott decided to challenge a double-black diamond trail and dragged me along. At the end of a long day of skiing. When we were both extremely tired. And even though we are only intermediate-level skiers. Our friend, Jim, estimated that in the battle of me versus the mountain, I was only winning about 40% of the time.
If it wasn't for my Gumby-like flexibility, the mountain would definitely have kicked my ass, hands down.
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So, I suffer from insomnia. For about the last 6 months, I have had the worst time trying to fall asleep and stay asleep. I've tried everything I would suggest to my patients: regular exercise, don't eat less than two hours before bed, try yoga, try relaxation, practice good sleep hygiene, have sex. Nothing worked (Okay, the sex worked on many levels, but not to help me fall asleep). So, I started hitting the little pink pill: Ambien. While Ambien was capable of knocking me out, I built up a tolerance and started having to take more and more in order to sleep.
Clearly, something was not right.
In my quest to get a good night's sleep, I finally turned away from Western medicine and started to consider acupuncture. I took health psychology in grad school - acupuncture has been shown to be clinically effective in treating a variety of problems. And I was at the end of my rope and willing to try anything short of drinking my own urine or making a pilgrimage to Tibet. So in December, I voluntarily became a human pincushion.
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Well, several of my friends have complained that I h ave not uploaded any new pics of my dogs to their dogster sites in a while. So, yesterday morning, I broke out the camera and attempted to get some new shots of them. It made me feel like I was doing a photo shoot a la "America's Next Top Model." Sort of. Sprocket, the husky, is far more photogenic than Wicket, my mutt, and it was so much easier to get great shots of him.
As I was attempting to choose which pictures I should upload, I had a vision of the judging panel from ANTM looking through the pics. The vision went something like this:
Tyra Banks: So, yesterday, we had you do a photo shoot in which you pretended to be family pets. And these were your best shots:
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So, Scott and I went to Carrabba's restaurant right near the mall last night for dinner. Big mistake given that it is Christmas shopping season. We, of course, had to wait quite a while for a table. It was cold near the door, so I had my gloves on the whole time. Scott thought it would be funny to twist together some of the fingers on my right glove, and as I looked at the deformed glove, I realized it looked like something - a rabbit. A deformed rabbit. I, of course, in all of my silliness, named it Igor.
Isn't he cute?
You know, the Old Navy television ads have always been annoying. Even back when they had the cute dog, Magic in them (and I adore dogs, so that means a lot coming from me). But their new ads are just way freaking beyond annoying. You know the ones I'm talking about - with Kristin Chenoweth. She's the short blond with the super cheesy line delivery. Look, I'm sure she's a great actress and all, but her voice grates something awful. So irritating. It almost makes me want to listen to Fran Drescher read the phone book. Almost. Someone needs to tell Old Navy that all publicity is not good publicity and irritating potential customers is not a good business decision. Which leads me to another point:
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So, it's been less than 24 hours since I entered the blogosphere. So far, not bad. My stats show that someone out there has been reading my crap, so once again, not bad. I've been thinking about it, and I think I will definitely keep this blog and 86 the other two. Friendster, well, friendster seems so passe. Not that I am Ms.Hip-and-to-the-Moment (it's taken me how long to start a blog?), but, yeah. I spent some time perusing livejournal, and honestly, I like the system here at egoweblog much better. It's prettier. True, there aren't the communities here that are at livejournal, but I already spend so much time reading (and occasionally posting) at TWoP, I don't think I would have time for community at livejournal.
Yes, I'm trying to convince myself of these things.
(More)So, yeah, I'll admit it: I'm really new to this blogging stuff. There, see, admitting it is the first step. Now I just need some help to figure this stuff out! I am not a programmer. The last time I really did anything much in terms of publishing on the web was in 1997 when I opened a geocities website - yeah, I'm ancient. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out some of the stuff for this blog (and I think it is the nicer of the three I started today, so I may keep it). For instance - pictures. How the hell do you upload pictures? I've looked for the freaking FAQ. Maybe I am looking with my eyes closed. If someone could send a little help my way (hello? Bueller?) I would really appreciate it...
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