One Man Betrayed With a Kiss

There are a few things on my mind right now. I haven't posted in a while, but was inspired by Kevin. Thanks, Kevin.

I have cheese slices in my refrigerator that are really hard. I thought cheese slices had like, a million preservatives in them so they weren't supposed to go bad. Last week I had veggie dogs that had white stuff all over them. I'm not doing so well in keeping up with the expiration dates on my food. I do pay attention to the cottage cheese. That stuff is dangerous one hour past its due date.

The fall tv season has started and against all of my demands not to get sucked in--I'm officially sucked. Television is evil.

I have lately been disturbed by half-naked men in videos. I am forced to change the channel whenever Marques Houston comes on and starts singing "Naked" while actually naked, and I'm pretty sure it's illegal to see Bow Wow in a towel by anyone over the age of 18 who aren't his parents. Sure, he dropped the "Lil" from his name, but I'm pretty sure he's still not all grown up/legal yet, either. The only time this is acceptable is in D'Angelo's "Brown Sugar" video, and that's mostly because the whole time you're hoping the camera is going to pan down just a liiiiittle more. Otherwise, please put your clothes on.

He doesn't want me to talk about him, but I have to say that I've met someone pretty incredible.

Why is it that I choke on nothing at all?

Why is it that I have to trip in my new shoes and cover it up to make it look like I meant to do it?

Why does my dog choose to chew the sequins off of one of my favorite shirts?

Why does my clear nail polish turn a light grayish/lavender color after a few days?

Living in the Wild, Wild West

My life is not boring.  But I think I've been in a haze of some sort the past couple week (wonder why??) and have been neglecting to notice the small things that bring me amusement. 

 

So here's a big thing.  Last weekend I went to Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Tour when they were in town at the Golden Nugget.  A great show, it was.  What was even better was my mom drinking "buckets" of wine, then getting appropriately out of hand.  Needless to say, lots of entertainment was provided all around me.  The comedians were great and had us laughing our heads off.  It was their smallest venue of the tour and they used it to the fullest.

 

The best part of the night was when Vince brought out his good buddy Peter Billingsly.  Most of you will know Peter as Ralphie from A Christmas Story who only wanted an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle!  Well, Ralphie's all grow'd up now and has apparently been Vince's best friend since their days where they both starred in an afterschool special about the dangers of steroid use.  They were gracious enough to re-enact a scene from the special, then play the real thing for us all.   Good times.  A bit of trivia for the class: Peter has been a successful producer for many years, including many of Vince's films. 

 

Peter was definitely the highlight of the night for my dad because A Christmas Story is in his top 3 movies of all time right behind Raising Arizona and Young Einstein.  See? A little something for everyone..

 

 

Miss Amanda Jones

I love my sister. I really, really love my sister. It seems I haven't been posting any pictures of her lately, but instead have been cutting her out of photos I post. So here's my way of making up for that. I love my sister.

Happy is a Yuppy Word

Okay, I've been busy. I've been distracted. I've been a lot of things, but one thing I haven't been is updating this blog. Here's my best shot at an update on the recent happenings with me.


My nephew is adorable. Okay, so that's not exactly an update, because he's always been that way. I just wanted to start off with him.





My brother and his wife just celebrated 6 years of wedded bliss. Don't know how she's made it this long. Gives us a reason to be happy on September 11th each year. It was also a good chance to spend some time with them--I don't see them often enough and miss their faces.

My dad turned 65. So weird.



I bought the new Switchfoot album and am listening to it now. I have to show love and keep it real and all that stuff... If you know me, you know why. It's pretty good. Even though I missed them on Conan on Tuesday night. Whoops.



I love the new Coldplay song and still love the Pussycat Dolls' "Don'tcha" and listen to "Helena" by My Chemical Romance and "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy as often as possible. So stupid that I can't get enough of it. I'm sure I'll be sick of it all soon.


I bought new boots for the season and am wearing them today. My feet are hot.


And lastly, I have discovered that Texas is a fascinating place. This would be the reason I've been too busy to blog. I will try to be better in the future, but I make no promises.


I've missed my blogging buddies: Brian, JAG, and Goldie. Heck, I haven't even had time to read about Things I Hate. Leave a comment and let me know if you're still around.