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Automatically Gross

I have a love/hate relationship with automatic flushing toilets.  I like how you don't have to touch them; you can just get up and move along.  Except it is not that easy.  The hate part comes with the friggin' crazy back splash on those things.  Ewww!  This is why I only use single or handicap public toilets for the most part.  They are larger so I have room to run away from the toilet when I get up so there is no worry of the back splash hitting the back of my legs.  Again, ewwww!  Seriously, we can't just have a technological advancement that doesn't have some sort of drawback?

Matchy, Matchy

Why do people feel the need to do this?  Just because you are wearing yellow shirt, does not mean that you have to wear yellow heels and carry a yellow bag.  This is especially true when the yellow color of the bag and shoes does not go AT ALL with the yellow color of the shirt.

This lady was walking down the hall and I noticed that she had this really cute light but not pale yellow shirt with some white flowers on it.  It was cute, tasteful and had a nice flow to it.  Then my eyes trail down to her shoes...her mustard yellow shoes.  Wha hoppened?!  I don't get it.  I know that if you wear the same color, it is tacky to have it all be the same exact shade but it is equally as tacky if you wear two shades that don't work together AT ALL.  In fact, just don't wear an outfit that has the same colors for the clothes and accessories because you can easily end up like this poor woman.

Also, apparently things bother me a lot.  Too big paper clips and outfits with the same color for every piece.  Legitimate, right?

Lymphangioleiomyomatosis

Can you believe that is a word?!!

5 Pounds of Sausage in a 10 Pound Bag

So, normally I talk about squeezing 10 pounds of sausage into a 5 pound bag.  Of course, what I am referring to, is me trying to fit into my clothes in my present state...but this post is not about that.  No, this post is referring to one of my biggest pet peeves:

Why do people use inappropriate sized clips for the amount of paper they want to hold together?!

I know, this is a weird pet peeve for me because I really am not OCD at all nor do I usually care about stuff like this but for some reason this really gets my skivvies in a bundle.  I mean, seriously, why do you need to use a big paper clip when you only have 3-5 sheets of paper you need to keep together.  A small one will suffice...there is no need for a big one.  On the same note, why must you use a medium butterfly clip when a small one will clearly do the job with no problems...in fact, you can even fit more sheets in while still using the small clip.  I am confused.  Why this unnecessary bulk?  Can someone explain this to me?

It is possible that I am just in a mood today...I mean I am in a mood but that might be the reason for this short outburst and my particular annoyance with this matter today...although it still is a pet peeve of mine but I seem to be quite taken aback by it today.  I woke up in the middle of the night not feeling well to the point where I almost lost it but I held back.  So, I couldn't sleep at all and I still feel like vomiting.  Let's hope it is not food poisoning or anything but I suppose things would have gotten worse by now if it was.


Is it 4:30 yet? (For those who see this late, it is approximately 9:04 am...suck it day)

This is also how I describe myself.

Um, That's a Magic Eye Picture.
Architecture tutor critiquing students' poster: When you look at it, it starts making some irrational type of sense.

Unitec Polytech
Auckland
New Zealand
via Overheard Everywhere, Apr 29, 2010

Kelly Cutrone

This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.

Kelly Cutrone (via mariahnotcarey) (via simplepleasure, nouveau-soleil) (via allthingsalishan)

 

I am reblogging this not only because it is a great quote but also to spotlight Kelly Cutrone.  She is an incredible and incredibly smart woman who has risen to the tops of the PR heights.  I watched her show, Kell On Earth, on Bravo and it was fabulous.  Yes, it is a reality show but it is actually real and she is real which is one of the reasons why I like her so much.  Her staff is awesome and if I could have dream job it would be to work for her even though they work so much and it is hard work but I think I would be good at it.  I also want her book really bad, If You Have To Cry, Go Outside.  I might just go ahead and buy it today.  I have $8.00 in credit at Amazon.com.  Check out the show sometime.  It is rad.

So, Apparently I Am Throwing It All Out Of The Window Today

I am currently eating Wisconsin Cheese Soup and a Sloppy Joe.  I have a feeling I might break my scale tonight.  I am scared.  Hold me.

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit....Shit!

Disregard everything I said two posts ago.

I truly had every intention of getting that damn yogurt parfait...I really did.  Why did I walk up to the cheesy potatoes?...and why did I ever so slightly lift the cover of the cheesy potato styrofoam bowl?...and why did I pick up the cheesy potato styrofoam bowl and bring it up to the checkout lady?  All good questions, none of which I have the answer to. Am I rewarding myself for doing so well lately?  Yeah, yeah, that's it!  Am I just coming up with a justification to make myself feel better about it?  Yeah, yeah, that's it.  Blah.

One More Post.

This is a shout out to my dear friend Mariah.  She is not feeling so hot these days and I want her to know that I love her and hope she remembers that I am here for her always...always have been and always will be...regardless.  Regardless.  Love you.

Number, Not Good But My Psyche....

Way better!  Yes, my scale has worked...somewhat.  I better not get too excited here because as I told Mariah the other day, women fluctuate in the weight department so much that I have to wait until I am about 10 pounds lighter to really count anything as a loss, but...

I am starting out today at the lowest weight I have started a day out at since I got the scale.  And I think that I can speak of the number now.  I am starting today at 159.  Let me tell you that the first time I stepped on that scale when I bought it, it said 167.5.  So, while I am not getting too excited about this, I, again as I told Mariah the other day, am taking the small victories as those also motivate me to keep going on this trajectory.

I have realized that my problem isn't so much that I don't work out...don't get me wrong, I need to work out, if not to lose weight to be healthier and at least be somewhat toned...no, my problem is food.  I am a foodie.  My friends are foodies.  We like, scratch that, we LOVE!!!!!!!!! food.  Not so much a bad thing except that I, at this stage (and age) in my life cannot metabolize what I used to be able to metabolize.  So, while I actually don't really eat as bad as I once did (I don't eat very well [up until I jumped on that scale anyway] but it is not as bad as when I was much younger) it doesn't matter because I can't shed it off as easily as before.  

I do not deprive myself of anything though, really.  I can't.  It is like my mom with smoking, she doesn't smoke much or really have the desire to but as soon as she tells herself that she can't have any, she wants it even more and ends up smoking more than if she just allowed herself to have a few.  This is the same with me and food.  So, moderation has once again become my dear, dear friend.  Which it always should have been but I like to indulge and sometimes I go on streaks.  Not now, though.  Not now.

Wha Hoppened?!

I will tell you what happened...I have ballooned to an incredulous weight.  A momentous, egregious, filthy, horrific, monstrous, from the depths of hell, ridiculous amount of weight has glommed onto my body.  It really isn't pretty, folks.

I bought a scale yesterday and if you couldn't tell already, I used it today.  I cannot even write the number down or speak of it...and you all know that I, at times, have vomit of the mouth.  I usually end up telling someone by the second or third time I have met them way too personal information about myself but that's me.  This though. This!  I cannot speak of.  One might ask, "Why get a scale?  It only will disgust you and make you cringe.  That's why I don't get a scale."  I have heard this numerous times.  I got the damn scale to do just that, disgust me and make me cringe...nothing else has seemed to motivate me to get off my lazy ass and do something about my exponentially growing figure.  And let me tell you, folks, this number has motivated me more than I ever imagined.  Elliptical, here I come!

P.S. Please all keep your fingers crossed for me that I actually get my lazy ass in gear.  I need all of the support and good mojo that I can get for this endeavor.

Palindrome?

Exactly.
Communications major: What the hell is a palindrome?
English major: No, it isn't.

California State University
Fullerton, California

Overheard by: SixPackReich
via Overheard Everywhere, Apr 7, 2010

Miss Pole? Yes, Please!

So, I signed up with some friends, Justina, Laura and Kari, to do this combo Pole Dancing/Strip class at Miss Pole.  Um, yeah, I have to say it is the greatest aerobics class I have ever taken, that we, collectively, have ever taken.  We wanted the class to just keep going and going.  And now, we want to swing on anything that is remotely swingable.  We are going to do every single class that Miss Pole offers which includes Pole 1 (the one we are taking now), Pole 2, Pole 3, Lap Dancing and Strip Tease, among others.  Thankfully, we have 5 more weeks of this class.  Yay!

OMG! I Can't Believe It!

A Scrunchy? Really?

Ok.  So, I am pretty sure it is not 1996 but things can get confusing when you see a scrunchy in someone's hair on the shuttle ride to your building and you haven't had any coffee and you didn't get home until about 12:20 the night before.  I really just don't get it.  Any sane person knows that scrunchies mean only one thing, ok, two...1) you are a redneck and 2) you just got here in a hot tub time machine.  An the worst part of this whole thing...she had the scrunchy right under an inside out ponytail!  Like this one...

Again, circa 1996.  I guess it could have been worse.  Case in point...

Bullying is Just Plain Bull

I am saddened today as I read, again, about poor Phoebe Prince.  I can say that I don't really know what it is like to be bullied.  Not like this.  There are those moments when your friends are mad at you or something and gang up on you and say mean things to you all the way home from school causing you to cry incessantly and plug your ears so their harsh words are, at least, muffled.  Sounds bad enough, right?  But this, what I went through maybe a couple of days here and there throughout my 12 years in school, is nothing compared with what this girl (and so many others) went through.  It is complete and absolute torture that these kids go through each and every single day.  And, of course, the teachers and parents of the bullies do nothing.  It is no wonder we have situations like these with Phoebe and those like Columbine.  Hello, people, get a clue!

My brother was one of these kids that was tortured in middle school and through a good amount of high school and I can tell you that it still effects him today.  I don't know if some of these kids don't have a very stable family life so they resort to these types of solutions or what but think about it.  Whether they do or not, the teachers need to step up and be vigilant.  These parents that think their kid is perfect and can do no harm, need to wake up and give their kids a talking to (or what my dad used to say, "A good, swift kick in the ass).  Seriously parents, get off your high horse and take off your blinders...no one wants to believe their kid is a complete shit but if you notice signs and your kid happens to be a complete shit, deal and make it right.  Don't give in to your kids and not invite the one or two kids that are "different" to the birthday party because "no one" likes them.  Even when my brother would resort to retaliation (read: have to retaliate) from getting shoved into a corner and just to stop the constant, horrible stream of really nasty words flowing into his ears, my parents were vigilant on punishment for my brother.  Do you think that the boys that were tormenting him got even one bit of talking to by the teachers or their parents?  I think you know the answer to this question.

Bullying is one of the most toxic goings on in the school system (there are others but that is another post, another day).  And if people do not wake up and start taking more severe action against these bullies, we will continue to have situations like Phoebe's and Columbine.  I am glad that they seem to be going in the right direction with Phoebe's case.  To quote Michael Hartman (I listen to his progressive political talk radio show on Air America on the way home from work every day), "Tag, [parents and teachers].  You're it!"

(Note: he tags America in his talk radio show.)

Justice Before My Own Eyes

I just saw one of the coolest things happen.  I was on First Street about to take a left onto East Wash.  I look across East Wash and see two cars, one silver one in the lane for going straight across East Wash and one maroon one in the right lane about to take a right onto East Wash.  The guys in the maroon car get out, move towards the silver and I see the driver with his hands up in the air like "What? You wanna go?".  The guy in the passenger car comes around the back of the car, I notice he has a bat in his hand and he hauls off and hits the silver car on its side with the bat.  The girls in the silver car speed across East Wash, the other guys jump in their car and speed off down East Wash towards the East side.

"What the fuck!?" is what goes through my mind, although I must say I am a bit disturbed by how much it did not really effect my emotions as much as it should have.  Anyway, I see them up a bit on East Wash so I speed up a bit so I can take down their license plate.  Now, I should have called the cops immediately but my thought process was that I was going to stay out of it unless I read or heard that they were looking for information about this incident.  So, I know, not entirely performing my civil duty in this case but I just really wasn't in the mood to get in the middle of this when no one was injured.

But...


As I continue to drive down East Wash, I see the guys in front of me going towards the mall.  We are in the right lane and there is this cop at an intersection on the right.  The cop pulls out behind the maroon car.  The maroon car turns on the next street.  So, does the cop.  And so does Maggi.  The maroon car takes a left into the mall area.  So, does the cop.  And so does Maggi (ok, I actually had to go to the mall to pick up my engagement ring at Kay Jewelers - A prong had broken on one of the diamonds and so I had them send it out to get fixed).  The maroon car pulls into the Culver's parking lot (yeah, now you piece of shit punks are going to involve innocent families, ok).  So, does the cop...and puts his lights on.  I watch as I walk into the mall and another cop pulls up.  Yay!

When I get out of the mall, they have the driver out of the car and they put him in the back of one of the cop cars.  He was not handcuffed.  A third cop pulls up and they pull the buddy with the bat out of the car and they handcuff him and put in the back of another cop car.

Justice has definitely been served in this case...well, we'll see.  Hey, at least they have to go sit in jail for a bit.

Why Can't Money Grow On Trees?

My favorite apartment ever (!!!) is back on the market folks.  This is the apartment I lived in with my great friend, Mariah when Mike moved away to Eau Claire and I had to stay in Madison one more year to finish school.  This apartment is fabulous and huge, right in the neighborhood we love and cherish and did I mention, huge?!  Anyway, we would probably still be in this apartment had I not moved up to Eau Claire just to hear 2 months later that we were going to be moving back to Madison.  Not only did I move all of my stuff when I kind of really didn't need to, I lost that apartment.  Now it is back and I want it.  This would be mean having two rents until we, at least, subleased our current apartment.  Unless, I can talk Apex into letting us sign a lease for August and continuing to find a sublet from now until August which is something I am willing to beg for as a tenant that has been loyal to Apex since they purchased our apartment building on Ingersoll approximately 5 years ago.  I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.  Let's hope they take that bait, otherwise, there will be no extra-curricular anything except the wedding stuffs until we get rid of our current apartment.  Anyone looking to move into a place soon or know someone who will need an apartment.  They can have mine.

Why Can't It Be St. Patrick's Day Every Day?

I ask this because I want to only eat corned beef and cabbage every day.  We went to Dexter's last night and had the traditional Irish feast along with some very yummy Irish beer, Smithwicks.  Green beer is fun but, alas, not Irish.  All was extremely delicious.  Luckily, I have some leftovers saved for tonight.  I got to see Mr. T-Man Trevor and Mr. Blues Eyes Alex...both adorable as ever.  I filled out my NCAA bracket (I will win.  Oh, yes.  I will win.) and got to have another fine conversation with my favorite UW English professor, Larry (he was not my actual English professor when I was in college).  All around, it was a fabulous night.  I unfortunately just missed being able to have a drink with Laura but I got out of there just as the Tullamore Dew girls were coming in.  I am Irish but I can take or leave the whiskey...most of the time leaving it.

Tonight I intend to be lazy on my couch and watch my stupid reality shows...oh, and find a website where I can watch Gossip Girl and America's Next Top Model for free.  Once again, stupid Charter Communications has screwed me right up the you-know-what.  The digital cable keeps pixelating so there is no possible way to watch the show.  Keep your fingers crossed for me...or better yet, you better keep them crossed for Charter cause they are not going to know what hit them if this continues.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

words and music Chauncey Olcott & George Graff, Jr.
There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song, Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

The First of the Three Weddings

I would like to announce, as husband and wife, Mrs. Claire DalleMolle and Mr. Jeff Gaie!

Yes, I would have to say that the shining nuptials this past March 13 went off pretty much without a hitch and any mishap was bowled over pretty smoothly and calmly by the bride (or she just didn't know it even happened...that is how good those around her were).

The bride looked beautiful and those standing up were right behind her.  Purple and black were the colors and, man, did we all look classy!  I will get some pics up when I can steal them from my friends on Facebook (my camera fell in the toilet at Kari and Brent's Ugly Sweater Party, so, needless to say, I really need to go get a new one).

We danced to our heart's content.  So much so that it was hard to get a buzz and keep it, which doesn't usually bode well with this crowd...luckily we took care of that right after the dance at Dexter's and kept it going into Sunday.  Yep, definitely have to make sure I keep enough PTO to take off the Monday after my wedding.

After this past weekend, I am now even more anxious for mine...in a good way.  I just can't wait to have a superbly fun time with this crew again.  Love to love you, folks.

Congratulations, again, Claire and Jeff!

Where The Blog Have You Been?!

I know, I know.  I have been MIA.  I have been so busy lately with wedding stuffs and what not that I have had to devote the work time I should be devoting to work to that instead of my blog.  It has slowed down (with wedding stuff and work stuff) a bit recently so I can continue to ignore my work with blogging.

I believe that we have everything done for the wedding.  We just bought our wedding rings this Tuesday.  They are great!  We love them.  They are simple.  Take a look:

We knew that we were in the right place and had the right salesperson when she, Denise, when asked by us how she was doing, responded with "Fellin' sassy!".  Yep, will pretty much be buying all real jewelry from her for the rest of our lives.  She was hysterical!


Now, we just need the invites from my aunt Bonnie to get those out and then it is just the last little detail stuff until the wedding in June.  I cannot wait!  I just want the party to happen already!


We will have the first of our three weddings this season (Claire this Saturday, mine in June and Kari's in August) happening this weekend.  We are all very excited for these nuptials.  Claire and Jeffrey are such great people and I am so happy that they are getting married.  Claire is very happy because not only is she getting married, she will be trying soon for their first little bundle of joy.  I can't wait to see that kid.  Gorgeous I am sure.


Well, my brain is not functioning at the level I need it to to keep going with this blog post.  I will be back shortly, however, with some funny stories from this weekend.  Ciao!

In Memorium

Corey Haim of "The Lost Boys" and "License to Drive" fame died yesterday morning.

I mean who can forget that face and all those great 80s movies.  "The Lost Boys" was one of the first vampire movies I ever watched and I continue to watch it to this day.


Corey has battled various addictions to drugs throughout his life to which some are saying may be the cause for his death.  Corey Feldman, the Ying to Corey Haim's Yang, stated in the above clip that Corey Haim has been the best he has been in a long time.


I am saddened by this loss and I agree with what Corey Feldman says in the clip above related to how the entertainment industry all too often leaves and forgets about child actors.  Thanks for the fun movies, Corey!

Fact of Life

"Fact of Life: After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F..."

Best "Cheers" Quote

"Well you see, Norm, it's like this...A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo.  And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first.  This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells.  Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells.  But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.  In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.  And that , Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers."
                                                    --Cliff