And FYI. . .

Oprah trumps everybody on this game and Jada Pinkett Smith trumps nobody. They are the Ace and the three of Celebrity face-off (I say three because sometimes deuces are wild!!).

Celebrity Face-Off

A while ago, Natalie blogged about the most addicting game ever (btw Nat, you are correct!) that pins celebrity against celebrity to see who is the most "celebrityish" - that's right, it's a coined phrase. Ok, it asks who is most famous.
I may officially have a beef with this game. . . even though I was pleased with the outcome because I am in L-O-V-E with the winner, I still am not sure of the accuracy. . .

Contestants, to your stations.

On the left we have the Footlooser himself, Kevin Bacon. No commentary needed.

On the right, we have the man, the myth, the legend of all things pop and hot dancing, Justin Timberlake (who, may I add, I will be seeing in concert in 30 short hours).







I know that even MY intro for Justin was better (mainly because I love him), but he won the battle!?! Ever heard of a little game called Seven Degrees of Justin Timberlake? Me neither. Sorry son but I say to the back of the bus on that match-up. Nobody beats Bacon in terms of who's more famous. . . nobody.

Life's little jokes

Ever notice that you can look put together 80% of the time and never see anyone that you know but haven't seen in a while. . . but the second you are working from home and have to run to the mall really quick so you slip on some gym shorts and a grungy 'Spartan Spirit' t-shirt and don't comb your hair, you see everyone that you haven't seen in over a year and make a killer, mildly musty impression on them? They now think you are jobless and homeless. . .Funny life, funny. Good joke.

Dress Code, Part 2

Ever wonder why it is that when you look up 'cornrows' on Google images that you only see pictures of black people or white people on vacation in predominantly black countries? Do you think that it may be because white folks shouldn't wear them on a regular basis? That's my guess.


Just like K-Fed you've been caught. Corn rows in the workplace. . . hmm, interesting concept. You aren't hiding from anyone and if you wanted to, cornrows were not the way to go. Nothing will draw attention to your head like your pearly white scalp shining through those unnatural braids, my friend. Pair that up with shoulder pads in your flower jumper, and this is a loosing battle.


It's a sad day for fashion.

Guilty Pleasures

The other day I was scouring through my morning newspaper. . . ok, for me that means the 3-tabbed window brought to me by MSN and of course, the headlines so nicely sorted out on the Yahoo! homepage (really, that's all you need. Oh, and my morning dose of none other than the Today Show). . . and I found an interesting article on Guilty Pleasures. It went through and identified somethings that adults do that maybe they wouldn't want the mass public knowing about. Oddly enough, the number one guilty pleasure was watching American Idol??? How funny is that? Of all things. I guess I can see why watching a show that makes teenage girls cry and scream in shear excitement might embarrass a full-fledged adult, but come on. Where's the dirt? Where are the scandal-clad affairs, the stealing office pens, the eating after 8:00 at night? American Idol was number one?

Anyway, as most things do, it got me thinking about what my list would consist of and the fact that I should maybe blog about it. Before we get started, I'm going to need you to realize that this is NOT an easy task. I'm airing out my dirty laundry for the whole world to see, you understand? I'm about to list off the things that I do that might get me shunned - except for the fact that I am betting that you have at least one of these on your list as well. BUT, in my efforts to live on purpose, I'm doing it. . . a sort of cleansing ritual, I might say. So here we go. . .

I've decided to categorize these so that my later humiliation can be quickly referenced based on category. I am also putting a disclaimer out there that there WILL be blogs to follow on some of these items because once they are out there, there is no going back. This especially applies to the 'television' category. I know you are thinking to yourself 'What? She could humiliate herself more so than admitting to watching Hey Paula?' Oh man, you have no idea.

Disclaimers, done. Pride, gone. Fingers, ready. Let's get started.

Movies (bringing out the big guns right from the start)
I own three of the most humiliating movies of all time, bought for nostalgia sake but. . . nope, no excuses. I own them. And here they are in no particular humiliating order:

Masters of the Universe (He-Man for those of you who don't know - at least look at the list of stars, ok?)
Howard the Duck and last, but certainly not least,
Ernest Goes to Camp

Music
I have been known to jam out in my car to good tunes. . . and bad ones for that matter. Here are some songs that I car dance to that frankly, I shouldn't even admit to listening to:

Ice, Ice Baby by the one and only Vanilla
I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred
Proud to be an American by Lee Greenwood
Thriller by Michael
Copacabana by Barry Manilow
Rappers Delight by every rapper that was alive in the late 80's

Food
Do I like to pretend like I'm healthy sometimes? Sure. But these are some of the best, worst-thing-for-me creations known to man. I'd never eat them on a date (if I ever had one), which I think makes them a guilty pleasure.

Royal Red Robin Burger - if you thought it had bacon AND a fried egg on it, you'd be right. Don't mock it.
Breakfast burrito from the gas station down the street from my house. DON'T mock it.
McDonald's. . . enough said. No, I haven't seen 'Fast Food Nation' nor do I intend to.
Ben & Jerry's 'Everything but the. . .' ice cream

Clothing
I could wear gym clothes 24 hours a day which is why you should all thank the Lord that I have a job that doesn't allow that.

I also sometimes like to wear my old soccer socks in the morning while I get ready. Sometimes my feet are cold. They are hot pink.

Reading
Self-help books are my passion. Love them. Everything from money and business to religion. Religious ones are my favorites and just so you know, they have been for a long time - not just because I'm writing this.

The best reading on an airplane in my dark corner is People - bar none.

I have a subscription to Glamour and sometimes, I like reading the trashy articles. You know - the ones that you would flip the page on really fast if someone was looking. I read them. . . and I flip the page fast if someone is looking!

Television
Ahh, the queen of all guilty pleasures. I am telling you that you will see blogs about some of this stuff now that it's out in the open.

Watching 'My Super Sweet Sixteen' and wishing that my dad was a music mogul so that I could have had a party like that. On top of that, secretly wondering if it would be weird to have a 'Super Sweet 26'??

I watch Dog The Bounty Hunter on A&E. More to come on this little gem. I'm not even going to hyperlink it because he's getting his own blog.

Yelling at the television during 'Big Brother' and secretly wondering how I could get someone voted off.

'The Hills'. . . enough said!

Watching 'Bridezillas' and hoping that one day I can be that intense because that means I'm getting married! Ok, I just want to be that intense about anything. It could be fun.

Telling someone that 'I was flipping through the channels. . .' and saw something. It's a lie. I was full on watching whatever I saw. No flipping - watching. But I'm too embarrassed to tell you. . . until now.

'Dateline: To Catch a Predator'. I can't get enough. They should do it every week. I have a sick, unhealthy fascination with watching these dipnards cry. I love it so much because I hate them so much. I wonder if Perverted Justice is hiring??


Well, I think that's enough confessing for the. . . year. Feels good. . . until I loose some friends.

Another weird one

I know that I haven't written a solid, thought provoking blog in some time now and I promise to do that soon but I am having far too much fun posting the good, the bad and the weird little tid bits that I find on the internet. What can I say? I can't help myself.
This one comes courtesy of my cube neighbor Mark who frequently sends me random stuff like a map of all of the countries who have not accepted the metric system (there are 3 I think, the US being the largest), a story about a man attaching balloons to his lawn chair and making it like 100 miles and finally, the piece de resistance (feel the french accent). . . the Chuck Norris ad found a few blogs down. Anyway, today's newsworthy piece is no exception to the rule. I give you the coolest invention of the week. . .

http://www.ohgizmo.com/2007/08/07/brush-rinse-toothbrush-brilliantly-simple/

Oh geez. . .

This could spark a whole conversation about doing things to your kid that you KNOW are going to be painful but I'll let the article speak for itself. If you don't hear the words 'stupid parents' when you read this, you clearly aren't listening. . .

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070808/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_newzealand_name