Oh happy day...

Have you been watching CLASH OF THE CHOIR?!

No. Seriously.

I'm watching it right now.

Its sorta awesome. I've already voted for Nick Lachey's choir 20 times the past couple of days. And I'm going to vote another 10 times tonight.

Don't judge me.

First of all, Nick Lachey = 98*. 98* = instant happy Nicole. Remember when we camped out for the Howie Mandell show just to see them perform? Or the moment WANGO TANGO 1999 "Wild Wild West" tickets went on sale and we grabbed the phone because 98* was headlining along with Ricky Martin, Will Smith and Dru Hill? And 98* opened with "HEAT IT UP?" And thought we got totally sunburnt, that was an awesome day wasn't it? OH! Remember the 98* poster where Drew, Nick, Jeff and Justin were dressed up as dirty, hot, sweaty firefighters? Yeah... I do. See... instant happiness!

OH and you know how I love Sister Act!

The show, if you didn't know, has musical celebrities going back to their hometown, forming a choir with "normal people" and singing for a chance to win a quarter of a million dollars for a charity back home. The funny (not really) thing is that every choir has some sort of sob story. Nick Lachey has a father/daughter combo who are singing for their mother who has cancer. Kelly Roland had a Katrina Victim. Michael Bolton, who's charity is for battered women, has a former battered woman. And country cutie Blake Shelton has fellas from the armed forces.

But Patti Labelle scares me for some reason. Sure her choir is powerful... but still. There's smoething diva-ish about her Oh and when she was on, Mom sort of slipped...

"I like her wig."
"Wait. Did you say 'wig?'"
"No. I meant her wakeup."
"Wakeup?"
"MAKEUP. I was staring at her hair..."

I read an article where they stayed that she would threaten her choir by saying "Sing off key or I'll slap you." Or something along the lines. Whatever it is... that sucks.

Tomorrow is the finale... you really should watch. :D

And the call it Puppy Love...

So as I was driving home from work today, I noticed this HUGE ASS dog in the neighborhood. Seriously. It was so HUGEASS that I thought it was a wolf. Seriously! I even paused a bit as I was driving pass it just to make sure that it wasn't a wolf... but alas it was just a HUGE ASS dog.

Anyways, so 2 hours later, I left the house to run some errands and when I turned into the street... there was that HUGE ASS dog again! I slowly make my way around the corner and stared at the dog. I began to think that perhaps this HUGE ASS dog was lost! He had run away and now he couldn't get his HUGE ASS home. Now, we have our very own runaway pup in the form of our beagle Britney, who always somehow manages to dig her was out of the garden. But there was has always been some kind stranger who would find her and call us to let her know that she hadn't been run over by a car. Heartbreak averted right? So I'm sitting there in my car thinking that possibly this HUGE ASS dog has a family at home who may be worring for him. And what if I'm driving tomorrow morning and I see HUGE ASS CARCASS at the freeway entrance and that easily could have been voided if I just did this one nice thing and find the owner. Right?

So I drive home and I start walking. I walk back down the street and I can't seem to find that HUGE ASS dog again. I circle the block and nope... I can't find it. I'm walking for about 10 minutes (in the cold might I add!) and when I decide that I'm going to head back home... there he is!! HUGE ASS DOG! I'm super happy and I ease my way towards him. "HI BABY" I said in a high pitch voice hoping it will calm this poor lost thing. I patted my knees and tried again, "Come on honey!" The funny thing is, the dog responded! He looked and me and stared back. Then the HUGE ASS DOG barked. THE HUGE ASS DOG BARKED LIKE NO TOMORROW! THEN HE STARTED WALKING TOWARDS ME! BARKING!

"Oh hell no!" I thought to myself and turned around.

Sorry HUGE ASS dog owners. I tried... but your HUGE ASS dog freaked me out.