Did You Know 2.0

Very interesting video, but it makes my brain hurt a bit.

Happy Happy, Joy Joy!

It's Old Navy Stuff 'n Save time. And I'm just giddy. It's the simplest promotion EVER - send people a bag, let them stuff it full and give them a discount off of everything in the bag. It's. GENIUS.

Everyone I know who receives the bag uses it. Everyone. And all of my friends, we all call each other and ask, "Did you receive the stuff 'n save yet? Because it's on its way", and "When are you going to go?"

An ode to Old Navy:
Oh favorite retailer, you make
me happy and complete.
You clothe me, my children
and my husband replete.

Your wares are fashion-fun,
sized-right and well made,
I visit you often and never
scoff at what I paid.

Old Navy, I won't leave you
unless you take away
your fabulous stuff 'n save
that brings me often your way.

Old Navy, Old Navy
How I love you so.
If you could just add
better shoes for me
Elsewhere I'd never go.

Best,
BB

99 bottles of beer on the wall....

How much beer does it take to get an elephant drunk? Seriously, wouldn't it be several kegs worth?

Note: this is a sad story, but slightly amusing in a sick and twisted way. I mean, who knew elephants liked beer so much?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21432722/?GT1=10450

Mini Pete

It's so sad, but she is *so* her father's child.

I was involved, I promise. See all that hair? MY HEARTBURN. See those adorable chubby cheeks? MY 40 POUNDS. See that cute Gap outfit? MY MONEY.

I got nothing to show for it...

Where to start?

So much has happened and writing is such a chore nowadays. I'll summarize:

1. Took family to Pumpkin Fest in local major metropolis. Had a blast. Girls wore costumes made by their grandmother and looked absolutely adorable. See?
2. Caught up with an old friend. Hadn't spoken to him in ages, but was thrilled to see him on Facebook. He's living in Chicago, so it's unlikely that we'll see each other soon, but it was nice to catch up. To be honest, I thought he was in a ditch somewhere.
3. Took the girly girls to get their school pictures taken today. Cracked me up. Petra? ALL SMILES. Raya? Not-so-much. Seriously, whodathunkit?

Not much of an update, but it's all I got for now. Isn't it enough that I posted the cute pics?

Hyp.O.Crite

That would be me: a person who acts in contradiction to his/her stated beliefs or feelings.

I completely BASHED a woman (who I do not know) for her questionable fashion taste (and it is *very* questionable) while on the phone with my friend, Al. Now, this woman has no idea that I think she dresses inappropriately for the workplace, so it's not as if I'm being mean....to her face. I just really, really needed to tell someone about the clear platform heels and the tight, tight skinny jeans...IN THE WORKPLACE. It's not so wrong of me to question, is it?

Karma feels otherwise. I got a look at my get-up in a full-length mirror at work and was completely horrified. I look bad. I am wearing a maternity shirt that is obviously maternity and obviously too big and a pair of boots that are waaaay too high, but were in my closet and were black (my only criteria this morning). And my long sweater does nothing for my butt. Wait, let me rephrase: it does nothing good for my butt.

I SERIOUSLY have no business questioning anyone's fashion sense today.

Chopped

I'm officially on a TV diet. I just eliminated Journeyman and Bionic Woman from the DVR and will most likely give up Moonlight. I am two weeks behind on Heroes (and I *will* catch up on that this weekend) and a week behind on Reaper.

I'll probably keep The Biggest Loser because it's easy. I FF past most of the show and slow down for the weigh-ins and the segment in which they show you how thin the kicked-off competitor got once he/she left the show. LOVE THAT PART. Did you people see Jim (or was it Bill) from last week? He dropped like a person and looked fab.

So that's it. I'm on a TV diet and only those shows that are absolutely, positively can't miss--or available for download from iTunes--are in.

*Me* Time

I'm off to a work function tonight, which you'd normally think would be boring and stodgy, yes? Nope, not this one. This will be a glorious evening filled with mucho amounts of food and drink, complemented by some interesting entertainment (Jimmy Tingle is making a guest appearance). And the best thing: it's adults only.

Don't hate me for saying that, please. I love my children, I really do. But considering that last night's highlight was washing the sweet potato puree out of my hair, well, then you understand that this is a well-deserved night out.

Oh, and did I tell you that Al's coming with me? Because then you just *know* it's going to be a wild one.

Happy dance!

I got it! I got it! I got it!


And once I can download the latest version of iTunes - the stupid site is down right now - I'll be able to use it!

Seriously, there is no better feeling than this (except when you, as the Highlander, chop off the head of your enemy thus absorbing all of his/her energy...I imagine that's quite the feeling).

Technology rocks!

P&R's World

Natche, if you're listening....

....this would make a very nice anniversary, birthday and Christmas present all rolled up into one. Please.

I'm nervous.

I'm currently away on a business trip; before I left I was supposed to delete some of my old DVR recordings so there'd be plenty of room for last night and tonight's television fare.

Oops!

So now I have no idea if Reaper taped...nor do I think I have enough room for Pushing Daisies and/or Bionic Woman.

Yes, I know what this says about me: I am watching waaaay too much television this season. But what can I say, I get addicted to shows--no matter how pathetic (read: The Biggest Loser)--and refuse to give them up until they're cancelled. And I have a penchant for SciFi disaster flicks.

That said, I plan to stop recording Journeyman (yes, it is that bad) and probably Moonlight (it's worse).

Let's hope one of my friends has more DVR space and the same taste in shows.

Ricky Martin, as sung by a four-year old

"Her lips are deli red and her skin's the color ocha. She will way na na, livin la pina loca. Livin la pina loca."

Classic.

It's back!

One of my favorite reality shows returns!

The Biggest Loser debuted last week and this season looks to be the best one yet. Yes, I'm a bit disappointed that Caroline Rhea has been replaced by Sammy Jo, but I'm thrilled that Jillian, the uber-taut, psycho drill master has returned to captain the secret black team.

See, now I can look forward to Tuesday nights again.

For the best show recaps, turn to TWOP. I can't promise they'll be politically correct, but I can promise you'll laugh your ass off.

P.S. I am *so* over BB8 now that the Donatos are guaranteed the money. I'm boycotting the finale.

P.P.S. Edited to add: Since I TIVO'd the finale of BB8, I decided to watch. Dick? You people voted for a chain-smoking, loud-mouthed, misogynistic asshold like Dick? Wow. That's all I have to say.

"For my stuff"

So I'm going to Texas tomorrow on business and decided to bring Ray Ray with me. Why? Because I'll be in Dallas and it's a good opportunity for my mother and Ray Ray to bond. Why am I not bringing the Pet, you ask? Because Ray Ray flies for free (lap child!) and Pet can't.

I know, I know. It's not fair. But Pet will get lots of special attention given that Thursday is her actual birthday and she'll have a school party that day.

But yes, she was understandably upset when I told her that Ray Ray and I would be going to Texas without her. I practically had to bribe her (no, not practically...I really had to bribe her) to calm down by telling her I'd bring back some sort of treat/gift/present. And I plan to. Especially because my mother went shopping last night for Pet's birthday present. At Walmart. Which means that it will be some fantastic toy that Petra won't be able to live without.

So last night, as I was packing (because it will take me FOREVER to pack everything I could possibly need to travel with a four-month old, which meant that I had to start last night), Petra walked in with her pink Dora suitcase:

P: Here, mommy (handing me said suitcase).
Me: What's this for?
P: For your trip.
Me: But I have my big suitcase. It should hold everything.
P: No, this is for all of the stuff you're going to bring me. Do you want the pink one or the purple one?
Me: Petra, I think I'll be able to fit your gifts in my suitcase.
P: NO! You need to take my suitcase. Now do you want the pink one or the purple one?
Me: (thinking, thinking) I'll take the pink one.
P: Good. I'll put it in the car for you.
Me: Um. Thanks.

So, methinks I'll have to drive to the airport with a pink suitcase perched next to me. I'll simply leave it there and when I return, I'll stuff it full of (whatever). She won't know that the suitcase didn't actually go to Texas....will she?

Down to the Final Three

BB8 is down to the final three: the Donatos (Evel Dick and Daniele) and Zack. Let's just say I hope Zack kicks Dick and Daniele's asses up one side of that house and down the other and sends Daniele packing this week.

Can I tell you how much I dislike the Donatos? She's smug and more than a bit self-absored...and he's just a bigoted asshole who abused (mentally and physically) everyone in the house.

It sucks that the odds are stacked in their favor. Go, Zack, go!

This is a test.

I just installed a new widget on my blog and I want to see if it works. My four-year old made me watch this movie the other day. Can you tell me what it is?

EDITED to add: Dammit, it didn't work. I need to figure this one out....

Tragic

So a guy I used to work with died on Wednesday. He didn't show up for a meeting at work, so one of his co-workers called his house. His wife knew he'd been at the gym and called there to locate him. They found him dead in his car. No cause, as of yet.

He was 38. His death has rocked me to the core for many reasons: We're the same age, we both work out and we both have small children. I feel like I'm grieving for a close friend.

I wonder what it must've been like for his wife....to assume that the day would start, go on and finish like any other day. I'm sure when she called the gym it never crossed her mind that something could be tragically wrong. Did they tell her over the phone? Or did she race to a hospital thinking that perhaps he was still alive only to find out he'd died in his car after a particularly strenuous workout.

I wasn't that close to Owen and hadn't seen him in years. But I can't imagine that I'll forget his death so quickly.

I wish his family nothing by peace during this difficult time. I hope they'll draw comfort from each other.

There is nothing more depressing.

Have you ever worked on something...given it your all....bent over backwards....put in crazy hours....gave up time off...to find that it was all for naught?

Can you imagine what that could do to your entire outlook--professional and personal? What that would do to your teeth? (I'm a grinder)

I may need to go back out on maternity leave. For my own sanity.

It's mine!

I didn't coin the phrase, but I plan to use it as often as possible. It might be the best one yet:

"She needed the break, because her belfry really didn't have room for one more bat."

Miss Alli from TWoP describing houseguest Amber and her departure from the BB8 household.