Everytime it rains, it rains pennies from heaven...

I love everything about the rain! I love wearing jackets! I love umbrellas. I love free car washes!! I love it! So as you can imagine, I can't wait to go to work tomorrow just so I can walk that huge parking lot in the rain. Yum!

Yesterday, was a not so awesome day. I should have know right at midnight when the day started. I was driving home and found myself on the wrong freeway and getting home in an hour as opposed to the usual 25 minutes it takes me. Later on that day, I wasn't able to save the document I was working on for a good 5 hours on my computer, which was REALLY weird because it didn't prompt me to save when I closed the program. I freaked slightly when I discovered what I had done and spent a good 45 minutes afterward googling "RECOVERING AUTO-SAVE", but nothing would work. Then, to make the day UBER crappy, when I finally got home that night, I discovered that my house key had fallen off of my key chain and I was locked out. The bed I wanted to cry into was behind a bolt and a security system and I was depressed as f*ck.

It definitely could have been worse, that's for sure. But life was pretty shitty right then and there.

Luckily my roomie Erica had gotten off work early and was able to rescue me from my despair. She also got me a new key which I promptly added onto my keychain. Midnight came again, and that wretched day was over with.

Today was good. I saved everything I worked on and I didn't have to beat any computers senseless.

OH!! And I got a full tank of gas with $20.

:) I can't complain.

Cha-cha-cha-changes....

I went back *home* this pass weekend, and lo and behold, I drove right into a fire. Literally.



As the day progressed, the fire inched closer and and closer to Chino Hills, and lo and behold, our city was a buzz with reporters, helicopters, and smoke. First earthquakes, now fires... but I guess it could be worse. Did you see Buffy and what happened to Sunnydale?!

By 6pm, they closed all the freeways that were nearby... and there went our plans to go out for the evening. So we stayed in and ate ice cream and bagel bites. Emergency food rocks.

I just want to let all the lesbians out there know if I can make the top ten, so can you!

Setting: A quiet night at home watching the Miss Universe Pagent with the family.

Carlene: Miss Philippines looks like a tranny.
Mom: What do you mean by tranny?
Carlene: Like a girl with a dick.

I'm burning up, burning up for your love...

It's been icky hot and I know its going to get worse. Dammit. I'm not a big fan of demon hot weather. I like sunny, but not sweaty. Breezy, not beastly. Delicious, not gross. You know?

On top of the heat, due to an electrician accidentally pulling the wires a bit, the complete upstairs of the house was going FUNKY. One side of the house didn't have any electricity. My side, the lights were a bit brighter than usual. So much in fact that bulbs blew out the moment I flicked on the switch to the bathroom and my bedroom. Oh, and my fan went CRAZY! Seriously! I walked into my room and it was full on blowing air... and continued to do so when I pressed the button to TURN IT OFF! Talk about scary! Oh and top of that, I had a Glade Plug-In in one of my walls and it was steaming! My room smelled like burnt lychee! Accck!

Luckily we had the electrician come over and he fixed it, which is good because I was scared just to be in my room for fear that something might just blow up on me. If a Glade Plug-In starts boiling, who knows what could happen to my camera battery charger!?

~*~
At work "Your mom" is a very popular retort.
"What are we going to do next?"
"Your mom."

"You're stupid."
"Your mom is stupid."

Etc.

When "your mom" isn't the best response:
"Guess who died?"
"Your mom."
"OH MY GOSH! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!"

Are you just going to come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?

Last night at 1am, the Dawson's Creek finale was showing on tv. Granted, I was tired and I need to be up the next day, but the temptation of Pacey and Dawson was much too strong to resist.

By 1:15, I was sobbing my eyes out for poor Jen.

1:30- I was still crying.

1:45- still going.

Basically, any time they showed Michelle Williams, I cried. And the waterworks went full force when she made the goodbye video for Amy and she says "Love to the tips of your fingers. And when you find that love, wherever you find it, whoever you choose, don't run away from it...but you don't have to chase after it either. You just be patient, and it'll come to you, I promise, and when you least expect it." And again when she said that she felt that she didn't belong and then Jack responds by saying "You do belong. You belong to me, Jen you are my soulmate."

My heart flutters when I think about it now. *sniff*

And in the end, Joey picked Pacey. Back then, I was uber excited because I was a Pacey girl. But now when I think about it, Joey was boring and whiny and Pacey totally deserved better. Dawson totally got the better end of the deal! But now that Joey is married to Tom Cruise in real life... HA!

Awww, I love reruns.

She's hot as a baker Cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not Cause I Hate Cha

During my first year at the Hotel, my co-worker Anny and I learned we had one thing in common... love of old school music. We're not talking about your momma's old school (althought I DO love me some K-Earth Oldies!) but old school OLD SKOOL. Lisa Lisa. Stevie B. The Jets. Stacy Q and her one song. That's the era of awesomeness I'm referring to. That year, there was a concert called the "FREESTYLE EXPLOSION" with Stevie B that we each had heard about, but since it was being held my birthday weekend and with me being a newbie with no seniority, plans for a life let alone a concert were pretty non-existant.

Fast forward 3 years.

Our friend Taua has friends who work for the Honda Center and always has tickets to concerts there... this time she doesn't want her tickets:
Taua: I have there tickets and I don't want to go. I don't even know who's going to be there.
Anny: What concert is this?
Taua: Something... explosion.
Anny: FREESTYLE EXPLOSION!?! I'M IN!!
Me: (with dog ears, running down the hall) I'M IN!!!!!!

That being said, the concert was pretty KICK ASS! Granted, I felt old. With a line up of Coolio, Naughty by Nature, Stevie B, Lisa Lisa, Young MC, Klymaxx... you can't help feeling old. Based on their popular hits, Anny and I were putting bets on how many songs they would be allowed to perform. Young MC- 1. Tone Loc I thought would have 2... but he had 4 songs I knew! Coolio suprisingly enough did 4 songs, 2 of which were recognizable. We also had bets as to who would finish the concert. I had Naughty by Nature. Anny had Coolio. Another surprise... we were both wrong! It was STEVIE B! And yes, he had a good number of hits! Spring Love. I Wanna Be the One. Dream About You. The Postman Song. All good songs... just slightly off key. It must have been the acoustics in the arena. Hmm.

Well since there was no way in holy hell I would have been able to sneak in my camera... I did have my poor quality camera phone to mark the occasion.

Stevie B... in a White Suit.

Lisa Lisa with her Backup Dancers.

Naughty by Nature Hip Hop Hooraying.

Ew. I really should get a better camera phone.

Nexttime, I'm hoping they get Surface, Atlantic Star, Candyman, and Sir Mix A Lot. That would be amazing and totally old school mix tape.

With Scooby Doo on Channel 2

Its funny, for the last year whenever I've been asked how old I was, I'd  never say "27" but instead reply "I'm turning 28."   I don't know why.  Perhaps it’s the feeling that 28 just seemed SO OLD ALREADY and I was mentally anticipating the actual age change.  Plus 27 doesn't seem like an exciting age… 28, that's 2 years from 30!  That just sounds daunting...

Now I'm 28.  Eek!

Just kidding.

Sorta.

What's been really nice is that all throughout my birthday whenever I was asked how old I was, my response was typically followed with a "NO!  You don't look it!" or "I was thinking 24… tops."  I even got a "I didn't even think you were allowed to drink" in which I think the person had abused his right to drink profusely when he came up with that quip.    Silly drunks.

My birthday itself was low-key… which was absolutely perfect.  Sushi, spa, and an oh so delicious dinner with family.  What more can a girl ask for!?  Work the next day  at 6am was hard to wake up for due to several glasses of wine that night, but definitely worth it when I found the office brightened with pink and red balloons, a little pink table set up with Hello Kitty napkins, plates, lots of food including my very own birthday cake!  :)  Who knew that my first Hello Kitty Birthday party would be at age 28?!

Hello Kitty will eternally make me feel young.

Baby I'm ready to go

The last few minutes of my day went by sooo sllllllooooooowwwwlllly.  Talk about a cruel joke. 

Above is a picture of a dirty plush kitty that was found in the lobby and someone thought it would be hilarious to put on my desk because everyone knows how I get all grossed out.  It was followed with many off-colored remarks from the guys who swear that they have never touched a dirty kitty.  Never. Gross in fact.

Under the kitty is a picture of Andrew's honey bear and Robert's honey bear.  I love the fact that if you lie it down, Robert's honey bear looks like it's about to do crunches.  Poor Andrew's honey bear lost its arms somehow.  Maybe Robert's bulk-up bear tore his arms off in a honey fight.  Insane.

I really do need a new camera phone...

Why is this so hard? That's what she said. Oh my God, what am I saying?

Although SNL is pretty much hit or miss with their skits... this was definitely a HIT. :D

Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws

I know its only May, but it really feels like SUMMER. Its all HOT up in this mug! Shoooooot. So since it was my day off, after a trip to the gym, I decided to give myself a little treat and went to get my nails done. YAY HAPPY FEET!

Since nail spas are popping up faster than Starbucks, I decided to try a new place. The spa was right next to the new yogurt place (which are actually popping up faster than Starbucks too!) and to my pleasure, wasn't completely full.

Everyhting was fine and dandy. I had my magazines (Whaaa... Jessica and Tony broke up?!), my ipod, and my complimentary bottle of water. My feet were sumerged and my legs were getting a wicked warm lotion rub down. That was until...

"Oh. You no shave your legs??"

DAMMIT!! I shave my legs! Don't judge me! I just haven't had the chance to do in while! I wear jeans or pants all the time so I don't really think about it too much! When I wear skirts, I wear stockings so you can't see anything!!! I shaved my legs last week!! Please just focus on my feet you're ruining my moment of absolute relaxation!

Nonetheless, legs are now shaved (came home and cried in the shower) and toes are completely shiny! Bring it on Summer!! Flip flops are ready to rock. :P

Didn't I Blow Your Mind This Time?

The New Kids are back. Fer sure. My friend from 2nd grade, Keri, sent me a myspace message earlier this week reminding me that they were going to perform this morning. I made a mental note to set my DVR...

At work this morning, I got a text message from Keri asking if I recorded their performance.

NOOOOOOOOO!! I had completely forgotten about it! But luckily, MSNBC is spiffy and they uploaded the video of the performance. Aren't they awesome?!?



8 year old Nicole would throw up and scream... probably at the same time. (Very messy.) She also wouldn't be able to stay in the same room that's playing a "Please Don't Go Girl" music video for fear that Joey McIntyre would fall in love with her through the TV screen. So she would have to run out because love, marriage, and conflicting feelings for Jordan Knight would be too much for this overimaginative 3rd grader.

27 year old Nicole is chill. She still have conflicting feelings for Jordan Knight and Joey McIntyre. Damn. Still dreamy.

~*~
I recieved an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion in the mail today.

Talk about a double whammy of "Let's make you feel old." ;P

Stop. In the name of love...

So the other day, I was was walking back from the park to the hotel when I overheard a family talking behind me. The father was telling his daughter the importance of stopping and looking both ways before you cross the street.

Now as I'm walking, I get to a intersection of a non-commercial road that is mainly used by golf carts.There are none within my sight and I continue on my way.

I then heard the dad behind me scream at his daughter.

"BAM!! That girl just got hit by a car cause she didn't stop and look both ways." Now she's dead.

What?! I was made an example of and I didn't survive the fake scenario. What a jerk.

Lotto

One of my old co-workers passed away today. Chandran was definitely one of those people who made you smile just by being in the same vicinity as them and his death is heartbreaking because in my mind, he was invincible. He has survived some numerous heart attacks, several strokes, and goodness knows he cursed like a sailor... nothing really got him down.

Chandran was the comment card king. Everyone loved him, including the guests. Which is hilarious because I remember when I was brand spanking new, I used to stand next to him and hear him help a guest with directions, information, etc, turn around and hear him under his breath whisper "You stupid shit."

There's a story (that I remember him telling me and have heard numerous times from other coworkers) where a guest came back to the desk ANGRY because she had gotten lost driving to a nearby grocery. Apparently, what should have been a 10 minute drive had become an hour of mass confusion. So the guest came back and was SCREAMING at Chandran that he had given her the wrong directions. So Chandran pointed to the sign at his desk and ask "Ma'am, what does the sign say?"
"Information." She read out loud.
He replied, "DOES IT SAY CORRECT!?!"
The guest was so flabbergasted that her anger just melt away and she laughed. She also wrote him a comment card.

Every Monday, Chandran would walk around with a pen and an envelope in hand demanding that you gave him $2 for lotto. So you would give him your $2, he would write down your name on the envelope stating that you had paid (with a check mark!) and Wednesday, you would receive a copy of all the lotto tickets as well as a list of names of people who were in the pool with you. So one Wednesday,he gave me the lotto copy with my name on it. Problem was that I hadn't give him $2. So I said "Chandran, I didn't give you money. I shouldn't get a copy!!!" Chandran just patted my shoulder and said "Kid. If we win, I'll take care of you."

I'm sad because he will be missed dearly. He was fun, hilarious, and honestly cared for everyone who came his way. I remember just getting calls from him at the desk just saying "You're a good kid Nicole. You deserve someone good too." To which I would respond "If only you were 30 years younger!" The thing is, when you you think about it, we all won the lotto because our lives are so much richer because of him.

Rest in peace friend.

Prepare to meet... Mr. ANGRY EYES!

The weekend was delicious! Lots of friends, fun, and food! :D I'll post some pictures and tell stories later, but I did want to share this one picture I took in a bathroom stall at a bar in Ballard, Wa.


Probably the most interesting restroom graffiti I've seen in ages.

Lookout weekend cause here we come....

I have no actual plans this weekend... but its been a LONG week and I'm just super eager to lounge about house and relax. Just like this dog. This frakkin adorable smushy faced puppy whom I just want to cuddle with. Isn't it the most yummiest puppy ever!?! Funny story... my sister and I grew up with that EXACT chair (human size of course). And we used to spin around and round in it until we nearly puked... it was pretty awesome.

Anyways, next week work is gonna be pretty crazy. I think its going to be a *good* crazy, or at least I hope so. But next weekend is going to be legend..

... you know the rest. :)

Long Live THE BLOCK!!!!

Joey... I still love you.

Icing on the cake

Today, we had an UN-BIRTHDAY party at the office. UN-birthday balloons, signs, streamers, pot luck.... it was the whole kit and kaboodle! If we had room, I'm sure a pinata would have been beaten down to a candy pulp!

The best part was explaining UN-birthdays:
"What's going on!?"
"We're having an UNBIRTHDAY party!"
"Whats that?"
"Is today your birthday?"
"No.
"HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!!!!"

So for the occasion, I created cupcakes! Specifically the CUTEST.ELMO.CUPCAKES.EVER! The things you can do with marshmallows, butterscotch, and sprinkles... :) Instant happiness right?

Anyways, happy APRIL fools! Hope your "I got married", "I'm pregnant", or "I'm being deported" prank didn't backfire on you! :D

And the secret ingredient is....

The other day, I attended an engagement party for JR and Marissa, where one of the activities included writing down "RECIPES FOR A HAPPY MARRIAGE." You know.... 1 boy plus 1 girl, add some love and a whole lot of faith and communication.... stuff like that. :)

Lucky for me, mine got drawn and was read out loud...

RECIPE FOR A HAPPILY EVER AFTER
1 cup love
1 cup laughter
1 cup happiness
3 cups vodka
shake and serve

Alcohol makes love better.

I did my best.... I did my best....

I hate crying at work. Its extremely rare that I let things *get* to me, but I think with several issues going on personally in addition to a large pile of work, my undecided future, and the CONSTANT questions regarding the same matters that happen EVERY SINGLE DAY, signatures, phone calls and complaints ALL AT THE SAME TIME FOR ABOUT 8 HOURS.... while I like to think of myself as an expert at multitasking, I think I just got overwhelmed.

Ugh. Then your eyes are all pathetic and your voice is all wussy... and well you can't work like that! Its completely unprofessional and I HATE HATE HATE being pathetic. UGH. But for the most part, the moment my eyes started watering up, my friend saw and rushed me out of the room. Funny thing is that when you're seen crying, someone always offers to beat another person up for you. Courtesy violence I guess. Its sweet and makes me feel loved that someone is willing to kick ass for me.

Ironically, my horoscope told me that I "may be feeling a bit of a strain today." Too bad I read it when I got home. ;P

After the crying fiasco (which only lasted about 5 minutes. Still thats 5 minutes of being LAME!) I had a single Ritz cracker. And the moment I made my first bite... my f*cking phone rang. And you can't just spit out cracker or chew and swallow really fast! So I giggled at the whole absurdity of the situation and nearly choked. So see... my day could have been a WHOLE LOT WORSE! :D

3...2...1 Pump it!

After waiting a year, I finally was able to donate blood recently! I was joking with Trainer Erik the Embryo that I had heard that when you donate blood, you loose a pound so I wanted to inquire if I can donate at least 5 pounds. He didn't find it too funny. He also didn't find it funny when I told him that I was kidding and that I throw up what I'm eating instead. Some people are so dry. :P

So I rushed from the office to the ballroom right at my appointed time, signed the form and got called in right away by the nurse for my evaluation. Mentally I was preparing myself for your usual bloodgivers quiz... Have I left the country within the last 5 years? NO. Am I an intravenously drug user? NO. Have you had sex with a man who had sex with another man? I DON'T THINK SO. Have you had sex with a man who has had sex with another man in Africa? UM... NO. But when the nurse took my blood pressure, she exclaimed that it was a little high and left the cubicle. An older nurse reentered after a couple of minutes and took my blood pressure again. And again...

"Its high."
"WHAT!? But I donate all the time and you guys take my blood pressure each time and tell me its normal. Its ALWAYS normal... last time I went to the doctor, they told me it was normal."
"Did you drink coffee today?"
"No... I dont really drink coffee."
"Oh. Nevermind."

Dammit. I should have lied.

I still was able to donate blood but as I was munching on my juice and cookies afterwards (best part of donating blood!) the older nurse came up to me and tried to make me feel better.

"Don't stress out about it. Just go to your doctor and have them run tests."
"Ok... what if it is? What can that mean? What will happen..."
"The worse would be a heart attack or stroke.... but don't stress out. It's... normal. Just the high end of normal."

WHAT. THE. F*CK.

Fast forward to the weekend and I have mom take it again for me. Its a Friday night and I had spent the day at work. Once again its high... CURSES! Saturday morning I make her take it again and its finally normal. Sweetdeliciousday! Although my mom doesn't remember what year she gave birth to me...

"How old are you now? 30? 28?"
"27."
"Yeah its sort of high for your age.... well actually its ok."
"Think about it. The younger I am... the younger YOU are."

So basically in a nutshell... work is killing me. Just kidding. It isn't. But isn't it weird that its high on days that I'm there?! I'm just saying...

Dwight, what is that on your stomach? Is that a Muppet Babies tattoo?

Since drinking is synonymous with today and my friends swear that I sound like Beaker when I tip back a few, I present you with this. ;D

Happy St. Patrick's Day Animals ;p

"I carried a watermelon. I carried a watermelon."

Today at work, one of the girls brought in the "Dirty Dancing" soundtrack and while us girls sang along and started quoted lines from the movie... each guy who walked in made some sort of remark on how they HATED the movie. HUH?! Hate DIRTY DANCING!?! Hate "Titanic"... I get. Hate "Beaches"? I can totally see it. But hate "Dirty Dancing"? I'm baffled. I guess its because I always thought that it sort of has a macho quality to it. Dancing Patrick Swayze is pretty hardcore. Like he can beat you down with his fist... and then cha-cha around your ass. Don't you think? Anyways, so guess what was playing on TV tonight... of course! DIRTY DANCING!

It makes me happy. ;)

I need your femine wiles...

Possibly the worse pick up line you can hear at a gay club. Or anywhere a matter of fact. Do you mean you need my boobs? Maybe its a boob thing. Or is it my perfume? Or is it because I've been dancing hardcore and I'm all sweaty. Is that my wiles? Cause if that were the case, its not really mine, its everyone in this place who's been jumping around and rubbing against each other. Or maybe its my boobs. I AM wearing the good bra tonight.

Can I just say that anytime I talk to a guy at a gay club, I feel its necessary to clear the air and state that I don't have a penis. I'm just always afraid that they'll get confused or something. Hence the good bra.

But let me tell you this... Gays LOVE their Kelly Clarkson, Janet Jackson's FEEDBACK, and not all of them are gay all up in the club. Some of them are super duper smart straight guys. Seriously. Yay good bra!!! ;)

It's the skating isn't it? It's that insane disco music thing!

I'm suprised I haven't gushed about the show here because goodness knows I talk about ALL THE FREAKIN TIME at work... but I do LOVE me some "AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW." Granted I've passed the MTV targeted age group range (The last time I recorded something on MTV it was with an actual VCR and I think Carson Daly was hosing TRL. OH and Lance Bass was straight.) but seriously, the show makes me think about those high school and college days and dancing around till the wee hours until we got those Britney/NSYNC/Spice Girl moves just right. ;)

Lets face it, Jabbawockez and Kaba Modern are the best groups on the show. Seriously! I really look forward to see what they bring to the stage every week because you know its going to be awesome... but I have to be honest. I have a little sexy crush on BREAKSK8. I dont't know if its the skates, or the cute white guys, or the fact that they do sexy pelvic thrusts and lift their shirts to show their hip hop abs... but they're like YUMMY HOTT.

They show abs at 2:06. I watch for your pleasure.

Tomorrow night is Michal Jackson night!! :D HEEE!!

Do you have tickets??

The guys at the gym who wear those huuuuuge plastic baggie shirts gross me out. They're like wearable saunas... and there's this one tall guy in particular who SWEATS OVER EVERYTHING! Like his treadmill is drenched and there's sweat juice drippings within a 4 foot radius of where he is. A part of me really wants to throw up whenever I see him. Unfortunately I wasn't paying attention one day and found myself on an elliptical that he had just used and the heart rate reader thingie was moist!! Then I looked down and saw the sweat drippings EVERYWHERE!! I pretty much ran off and disinfected the holy hell out of my hands. But seriously.. WTF!? Can you towel off the machine when you're done? Is it necessry to sweat that much!? What if your sweat gets all up in the computer... you could get electricuted!! Nonetheless... EW!

Anyways, so now at the gym, they have this device were you scan yourself in with your id. Since I'm still getting used to it, I still ask if I'm doing it correctly because... well you never know. Today, I was thrown off because there were 2 self scanner thingies, so I asked the guy behind the desk "Any one right?" And he said "Yup!" So then I scanned myself in. The the guy was replied "GOOD JOB!" somewhat sarcastically which annoyed me a bit. I then wanted to scream "NO... GOOD JOB TO YOU! YOU'RE OBSOLETE! THIS MACHINE IS GOING TO TAKE OVER YOUR JOB!" But I didn't. He might have shown me the real gun show.

YOU FIVE MORE!!

"20 reps at 30 pounds... is that too heavy for you?"
"It isn't TOO too sucky."
"Want to make it heavier?"
"If you do I can do 15 reps then?"
"You can't negotiate!? Why not just 1 at 100 pounds!?!"
"Just one then?"

I'm tired. :P

So... do you like cheese?

Top 5 reasons why I'm SUPER DUPER EXCITED for STEP UP 2 THE STREETS!

1) I heart dance movies. Center Stage. Dirty Dancing. Strictly Ballroom. Shall WeDance. Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Bring it on. Bring it on 2. Bring it on All or Nothing. Bring it on: In it to Win it. High School Musical. I pretty much love them all... and I loved the original Step Up. Just regular love though. Not like Barry White lurve.

2) How can you not excited for a movie soundtrack that has T-Pain's "Low". Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur (With the fur...)

3) I know when I'm done watching it, I'm gonna wanna dance. I'll have this itch to call up the girls and go clubbin. Or just call them, have a slumber party and we'll make up a dance routine. Word up Kaba Modern.

4) The dude who played Justin in She's the Man, is the guy lead. I heart that movie!! And now he dances. And he's hot.

5) Channing Tatum is yummy. Like Barry White voice yummy. Exactly.

C is for cookie, it's good enough for me; Oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C.

Those who know me (and love me...) know that I have this love/hate thing going for Bobby Flay. Ever since I saw him climb on top of the cutting board on the O.G. Iron Chef, I always thought he was a bit of an asshat. But then after having one of the BEST.DINNERS.EVER! at Mesa Grill a couple of years ago, I (begrudgingly) had to admit that the guy can f*cking cook.

So as much as I hate the concept of the show "Throwdown with Bobby Flay", I always find myself watching it. And suprisingly enough, while I don't exactly root for Flay, I don't necessarily hate the guy anymore. He isn't too cocky when it comes to his competitors and when he looses, which is pretty often, he's very gracious. Actually, when he does win, he seems kind of embarassed for it.

Which makes me think...

This week it was a "CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE" throwdown and well... I'm begining to think that Bobby threw the competition. The girls who own the bakery make these THICK HUGE ASS COOKIE that was filled with chocolate and walnuts. Bobby came with a regular chocolate chip cookie that was flat. Like something you could have made with good ole cookie dough that you get at the grocery. Really Bobby? That's the best you could come up with? I dunno... I was confused throughout the competition because you know he could have done better. It was like he WANTED to lose.


But in the end, its super good exposure for those who he challenges and well... they win because of it. I'm a click away from ordering blondies from Sugardaddy and the moment that Flour ships out Sticky buns, its on like Donkey Kong.

Great. Now I'm hungry. Boo.

Where are you giants from? We're from New York. All hail the New York Giants!

I'm not much of a football person but the last 2 minutes of the Superbowl was f*cking AWESOME. Plus the team I was rooting for won! YAY! Actually, | decided that I was going to cheer for them this morning when I was getting ready for the party. I based it on several things...

1. They were the underdogs. Like the Mighty Ducks. The first movie. Flying V and all.
2. I don't think Tom Brady is very cute. Plus he left his pregnant girlfriend for the Victoria's Secret super model. He may be nice in person... but face it, that's pretty douchy.
3. I kept on thinking of the above quote from "Madagascar." That actually pretty much set it in stone.

Yay Giants!! :D

Time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight And we sleep all, sleep all day...

I love mornings like this. I don't have to get up (though I really should) and I can just lie here and be warm. The pups are at my feet, my toes are especially cozy, and the blankets just feel deliciously heavy. But in reality its the only time I have to do my laundry and errands and what not. So I ought to get up.

I will in a bit.

The week just breezed by didn't it? Monday night I went to a STEP II class thinking I could get by seeing that I've gone to a STEP I class before. Sure, I took the class 3 years but that didn't really register in my mind before I made my schedule. It totally registered when I was dead tired and confused during their "around the world straddle, cross over, turn and squat" routine. See, even typing it down is making me dizzy.

Brr.. my fingers are cold. And my tummy is grumbling.

During a meeting on Wednesday, my stomach started growling. Then the girl's next to me started growling too. But it was like SUPER LOUD. I felt a bit better.

OK. Its grumbling hardcore. I should go get some breakfast.

Peace out bed!

PLEH

The other day, I lost my keys at the gym. I had only used 3 machines when I realized my keys were missing, so I ran back to each location and looked around. Nothing. Then I ran back to each machine and looked thoroughly just in case I had missed something the first time. Still nothing. So then I went to the front desk and asked if anyone had seen or returned keys... the girl was really nice and stated that no one had brought anything by but will keep on the look out. She then asked what was on my keys specifically so she would know.

I replied "Hmm, there's a silver heart key chain on it, my gym id, my house keys... oh and my car keys too."
"OH NO! YOUR CAR KEYS!?!"
"Yeah... I'll keep on looking so hopefully I'll find it."
"I hope so too!! Losing your car keys is soooo BAD!!!"

I didn't freak out initially when I lost my keys, but OH F*CK. The girl managed to scare me and make me think the worse. Now I was thinking that someone had found my keys, started playing with them in the parking lot and *beep* lo and behold... NEW CAR! With a cellphone! And a very eclectic mix of cds. A SWEET JACKPOT FOR A KEY STEALING JERKOFF!!

So I made another round upstairs and downstairs. Still nothing. And then I ran around again. Then I realized that I had thrown my water bottle away... so then I started digging through the trash. Sweating gym paper towers and water bottle trash.... EW. Nothing though.

Luckily about 30 minutes later, just as I was about to call someone for a ride and double check that my car was still in the lot, the friendly girl at the desk dangled my keys in front of me. "The person who found it just finished their workout! Isn't that exciting!?"

Oodles. :P

Take the gun. Leave the cannoli.

Its an evening in. :D Originally we were watching "When Harry Met Sally", but someone (not me) purchased a somewhat bootleg version of "American Gangster" honestly, well... I'm zoning out. Once again, I'm not much of a serious type of movie girl. I like light hearted, silly, romantic comedies... usually ones that don't get the greatest reviews. In fact, I the only lines I can quote from "The Godfather" are actually in "You Got Mail." Seriously. Every so often there will be something "heavy" or "sci-fi-ish" that piques my interests.... but if given a choice, I'll take Amanda Bynes as a crossing dressing soccer player over Al Pachino with a gun. (Yes... I know its a different movie but you know what I mean.)

Well except I'm not really feeling 27 Dresses which you would think I would want to see because 1) its a romantic comedy 2) James Marsden is a hottie who can sing and this time he's gonna get the girl! 3) Its all about weddings weddings weddings galore which there seems to be a lot of in my life at the moment. But deep inside I'm not feeling Katherine Heigl because I see her as Izzy Stevens... the stupid doctor who cut Denny Duequett's LVAD wire and slept with George while he was still mrried to Callie. Selfish bitch huh. Why would I cheer her on to get with dreamy James Marsden!? Exactly. Eh. We'll see....

You can't stop the beat.... wait a sec.

First things first... ABC is bringing back THE MOLE! Not this one (although this little bugger is a tad bit creepy AND cute at the same time) but the 2001 super kick ass reality show with Anderson Cooper! Yaaaaaay! Well except without Anderson Cooper... but with someone Anderson Cooperish? We'll see. All in all, this past holiday while cooking for 2 days straight,FOX REALITY had a marathon of the second season. It was as if Santa read my diary! And I thought to myself "Aww... how I miss this show! Remember when Katherine was the Mole? Or how during the celebrity version when they had Corbin Bersen and Steven Baldwin... both seasons!?" Oh... it was wonderful! And its coming back!!! YAY!

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The other night, we went to watch Sweeney Todd and while I can't say it I loved it... it found it different from the usual type of movie musical that I typically enjoy. Like where were the big dance numbers!?! Bright costumes!?! OVERALL YUMMY HAPPYINESS?! Plus all during the movie I kept on thinking-

"Its that Jerkface Peter Petigrew... he's gonna turn into a rat soon!",
"This sailor guy looks like Clare Danes!",
"Borats pants are waaaaay to tight."
"This b*tch behind me needs to STOP singing a long."
"Johnny Depp's face is flawless! Er, I can feel a pimple on my chin!!"

Its weird. I like Johnny Depp. I like musicals. But it was a little to gory for my tasting. Well super gory. Ridiciously gory. It was good though. Just different. ;)

Chug a hug!

I'm not much of a drinker (seriously), but in honor of the brand spankin new American Gladiators, I'd like to propose a drinking game-

Take a shot/drink
-Every time contestant makes a reference to their present day job in relevance to the task at hand. (i.e. "I finished medical school... I can finish this!"
-When a contestant makes a reference to reaching their dream, a wish coming true, or any sort of achievement cliche.
-For every camera shot of a homemade sign in the audience. Take an extra one if there's a witty pun that somehow incorporates a Gladiator's name.
-Every time Wolf howls.
-Every time the camera gets a shot of a contenders baby.
-Every time you see Hellga and think "That skirt does NOTHING for her thighs."
-Every time you see a Gladiator falls into water.
-Every time a contestant bad mouths a Gladiator. Double that if that Gladiator gets angry and the contender looses the event.
-Every time a Gladiator growls. Double that if the Gladiator is a girl
-Every time a contender looses but is still HAPPY to be there.

Also, though very unlikely...
5 shots for every contestant who finishes the eliminator without any setbacks (i.e. falling off the hand bike, sliding off the treadmill, hitting head on underwater fire piping, etc...)

Any other suggestions? At this rate, you'd be shitfaced by the second event. :P

Gladiators ready!?!

Are you ready... for a TICKLE FIGHT!?!

So I'm watching the new AMERICAN GLADIATORS and while I was little sad that we couldn't get into the taping when it happened, I'm actually super bummed right now because of the cheesiness of the entire thing. I'm already 19 minutes into the show and I've managed to actually LAUGH OUT LOUD probably about 5 times. Did you know they have a girl gladiator named HELGA?! Seriously!? I dare not to make fun of her mainly because she IS a Gladiator... but with a name like Helga, she was destined to be a big, tough, burly girl who can kick ass. And how.


OH. And they have a Gladiator named Wolf. He's hairy. He howls. Surprise surprise. Breaking those stereotypes right??

*UPDATE* WHAT THE F*CK was up with the Elimator!?! I think that one chick that lost just died. They should use one of the obstacle courses from NINJA WARRIOR. That would rock. Hardcore.

Maybe the Sun will shine today....

I've said it once and I'll say it again... I love the rain.

I love driving in the rain. Breaking out the umbrella and walking in the rain. Sleeping in during the rain. I love how the ground just glistens and the whole world is shiny. I love the fact that whether I'm toasty in the car or outside in the cold, my cheeks stay rosy. And despite being somewhat clumsy and slipping off of sidewalks and falling ass deep into puddles, I love the fact that it has happened because in the end, although embarrassing, it makes a good story*.


*True story! First thought that came into my head as it happened was "My purse has my expensive and lovely camera! Must not let that fall or get wet!" Second thought was "Whoever is driving pass me right now is thinking 'What the f*ck happened to that girl.'" Finally, while sitting in the puddle corner completely soaked I realized that "This sucks. F*ck rain and f*ck these boots."

She thought the Dalai Lama was... a llama.

I must have watched MUSIC and LYRICS a dozen times this past week. In addition to having it recorded on my DVR, HBO keeps on showing it over and over again hence me walking around the house singing "POP GOES MY HEART." Its bright, catchy, and gosh darn it... the actual music video makes me smile. Now the song is stuck in my head.



Now it is my goal to get it stuck in yours. Enjoy!!