Oscar Time

God, you know I usually get all hyped up about Oscar season. I plan a party for our friends for more than a month. I make a menu, I send out multiple emails and then with bated breath I wait for the opening sequence. But this year?

Celine Fucking Dion.

I mean, it was already BOOOORRRRING
by the time they got to her, but then they threw her up there singing a song that was lovely, yes, but not exactly a show stopper if you get my drift.

So yea, I have nothing to say. The dresses were mostly hideous and if bows are what's hot in 2007, I'll see you in 2008. But I did make a ton of good food (and so did the other ladies at the party) and I've put pictures of it in Flickr.

Because looking at food is infinitely better than looking at Nicole Kidman's botoxed up corpse float down a tired red carpet.


Easy Quiche


1 lg. baked pie shell
1 sm. pkg. grated Parm. cheese
3 eggs, beaten well
1 c. milk
2 tbsp. flour
Dash pepper, 1/2 tsp. salt
Assorted frozen veggies

Preparation time: 5 minutes

You may add crumbled sausage, ham chunks or chicken or other dead animals or be creative as you wish with other ingredients. Bake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes. Impress all your friends because you can bake eggs in the oven instead of in a skillet.


You Boob

Shaq busts a fucking move.

Dick in a box.

Greico Roman me.


He-man never looked so gay.

Why I pray I give birth to boys OR what I look like with 4 vodka & sprites.

And the creepiest thing I've ever seen.

What happens when you search for BEANS on youtube.

C for Cookie, not V for Vendetta.

Bush finally reacts to global warming.

I got nothing.


Britney shaves her head

I just wanted to use that as a title for my blog post. Because she did and wow she looks interesting. I don't know why I'm so attracted to the train wreck that is Britney Spears. It's not funny. She's a bigger bra size away from being Anna Nicole, but still. Just wait, I bet there will be a TON of bald women (and probably men) dressed in her outfit from "Baby One More Time" with a bald cap on this Halloween.

Sorry you've had to look at my mullet and gold orb earrings for so many days. Here I was going to try to get more interesting on here and I leave you hanging on that image. It's just that school is taking my will to live. So much that I've started eating meat, drinking pop, and going to sleep with my make-up on. Ugh.

I've been pretty disgusted with myself lately. I have been treating my body horribly through all this stress and enough is enough. I'm putting this on the internet today because the thing with goals is that you're supposed to tell people so you'll stick to it: 2007 is about ME! No more meat, no more pop, and no more chocolate before 11:00 a.m. I kinda hit rock bottom as far as health goes.

In fact, I'll just go ahead and admit it: I ate ribs, Thai food and caramel corn for lunch and washed it down with a Cherry Coke.

But hey, at least I didn't shave my head!


Mullets and Braces

If I ever had a band, I would name it "Mullets and Braces." Didn't those things just pretty much sum up most of our angsty-teenage years? Of course, "Mall Bangs" would also be in the running as well.

When we moved theMan unearthed an old tub of goodies from high school and beyond. Things like my senior book (that produced such hits as Goals for 10 year: Marry Brad, have 2.5 children and graduate as an Engineer." Yes I was clearly in tune with my true self at 17) and photos from when I was head rifle big cheese in my school's color guard.

Hell, there is even a couple more for your viewing pleasure.

Remind me again why I am sporting the trifecta of doom: mullet, feathered bangs AND gold shell orb earrings? Oh yea, I was a GOOBER.


Now I know what freebasing is

These girl weekends we have just keep getting better and better. This particular one we learned how to completely erase our debt over a 15,000 calorie dinner.

I traveled to Ohio (while my luggage went on another flight, but that's a story for another time) to see my gals. We talked until 2:00 a.m. the first night, laid around and ate and took pictures and talked more the next night and then went shopping and to fondue before saying good-bye on Sunday.

As a bonus, I got to see Monkey & Ava interact with each other all weekend again making my ovaries bounce around in my uterus like a pinball machine. PLUS, Jennifer and Samara let me photograph them in all their gorgeous glory. It was just a jam-packed estrogen filled good time.

When I returned, not only did I get to fall back in my man's arms, but we got to baby-sit the Coney Sauce for almost 2 uninterrupted hours. He showed us his gratitude by soaking our bed with his pee and falling asleep on my chest. Cute.

I've uploaded a ton of pics in Flickr. Even some of the Coen-ator. You know what to do.


They're here

If it weren't for our friends, who we know owe livers or kidneys or whatever other organs they might need in their lifetime, we'd be living in Indiana and waiting for it to get warm before we moved back to Chicago.

Man that sucked. But we're in and it's the cutest apartment we've ever lived in! Everything has a place because it's equipped with huge closets and our only complaint is that the radiator in the bedroom lets off a whistle at about 3:00 a.m. like it's lunchtime at the steel mill.

We just love it. We also started our jobs too. Boy did I miss it. I've got my own cubicle all set up and stocked full. I've got people relying on me for projects and a full client list to keep track of. I really needed this.

We even got to get patented Chicago breakfasts with friends during the weekend. Pictures of which you can see here....boy did I miss being able to eat like this.

So I've uploaded a ton of pictures in Flickr. I feel like I'm letting you all over to see my place even though it's a wreck, but I know my girlfriends and family want to see our place. Maybe I'll take pictures once we get totally unpacked and settled. So you know, in 2009.

Thanks for being patient. The posting will resume.


Good-bye Indiana (The Sequel)

Well tonight is the night. It's 12:54 a.m. and we're winding down on the packing. Tomorrow we venture out to Chicago with $50.00 in our pocket, half a pack of cigarettes and sunglasses. Or something.

Today I left my job with the insurance agency for the second time in my life. This time a little longer than the last, but still. They should be pissed and all but instead they gave me some friendly ribbing and a sword for my adventures.

At least I got something out of that job besides a nervous breakdown and crappy health insurance.

Tomorrow morning we head out to our new apartment and new jobs in the big city. Though it may have been the wrong decision to live in HomeTownVille again, I will absolutely cherish the last 6 months that I have spent with my family and friends. I got to spend time with both of my grandparents, more than I would otherwise, before they passed away. I was able to stay at family dinners, and I met weekly for cards with my nearest and dearest. I'd eat lunch with my grandparents and sometimes my mom. I also got to see my brother and father(s) and learn a whole lot about myself in the process. I kinda feel like I came back and tied up loose ends.

So has it been worth the nervous breakdown and near financial ruin? Yes.

I would have never had these opportunities to make the memories we did. So off we go, back to the city that always welcomes us back, but I'm taking with me a lovely experience. I got to come home again, even if it was only for 6 months.