"AI" don't know about this...

I told myself I wouldn't do any posts about American Idol cause well everyone does.

BUT...

I have a few statements that I cannot hold back any longer and I've found that yelling at the TV doesn't satisfy me as much as I thought it would.

First and foremost most of the contestants SUCK!

It's like the AI producers gave these people some kind of crap-juice before they hit the stage. People who I LOVED during Hollywood week are now barely mediocre.

Which might explain the judges acting like they are part of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

"Not enough change."
"Too much change."
"Be more like yourself."
"Be less like yourself."

I'm hoping that the perfect bowl of porridge is coming soon because I simply cannot take it anymore.

And do not get me started on Ellen. I like Ellen, I really do. But not on American Idol. She hasn't said one thing of substance, she's wishy-washy and she repeats herself. It drives me nuts. Nuttier. Whatev.

I never thought I would say this...bring back Paula!

At least she was funny. Ellen, the "funny lady" is NOT funny on that panel. That is a fact.

Then you have Simon who looks B-O-R-E-D. Beyond bored. Aggravated & bored. Maybe he should have left with Paula.

The one highlight of the last two nights was that I recognized one of the contestants from the movie "Meet the Fockers":



Hey I want to give credit where credit is due and Jose did a FABULOUS job in that movie. Baaaahhhaaaaaa!

Table Topics Tuesday

What possession of your spouse's/significant other's would you most like to throw away?

His "swishy" pants. They would be more commonly known as nylon athletic pants, that just happen to make that "swish, swish" sound when he walks.

swish, swish

Although they do make it impossible for him to sneak up on me...

swish, swish

...And it makes him really easy to find in a store.

swish, swish

Too bad they are a potential fire hazard from all the friction...

swish, swish

Not to mention down right ugly!

I'd like to swish, swish them right in the garbage.

Remembering the good parts.

You would think after such a lackluster week of posts I would have something spectacular to write about.

Um, not really.

I can tell you that last week I had some pretty good parts even with all my hormone induced bitching.
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The teen received his first scholarship. And I say first, because we're hoping for like a million more.
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We totally dominated during our dart match, smashing the other team with a 10-1 win. That's pretty hard core even if the other team does suck.
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Lil J came to visit me on Friday and she was relatively well behaved. It wasn't till the end when she got tired that she got whiny.


The 5th frame is downright scary looking huh?! At that point she wanted everything I touched including my camera and that just wasn't going to happen.
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My coupon class was a complete success. I've actually been invited to speak to two other groups as a compensated speaker. Dolla, dolla, bill ya'll...who couldn't use a few more of those?!
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And finally my favorite author Denise Grover Swank has sent me Chapter 17 of her soon-to-be-a-smash-hit book Chosen so I'm off to read!

Discombobulated

That word - discombobulated - sums up my week perfect. It's been one of those weeks where you feel busy but you aren't sure what you've been busy doing.

There is only one morning where I've gotten to work on time and worked the whole day. Every other day I've had errands to run before work and/or left early. This has cut into my computer time. A lot.

So I've been neglecting most blogs (sorry!) instead focusing on keeping my other blog, My Coupon Blog updated. And in true glutton-for-punishment fashion I have created a Facebook page for My Coupon Blog to further publicize my addiction to coupons.

As if I needed one more thing to do.

In between work, shopping and general life, I've been reading Denise's best-seller-book-in-progress because the storyline has pulled me in and I can no longer wait to read the chapters she sends me. You can read a little excerpt of Chosen on Denise's book blog. And then be sad because you aren't as special as me to read it all as it enfolds. Ha!

As you can see I haven't really been starved of the internet but just doing things a little different than the norm.

It doesn't mean I don't love you though, cause I totally DO! I promise to get back into a routine as soon as the snow stops, the power stays on and work doesn't actually expect me to do any work. :)

Have a great weekend ya'll!

Eff!

We woke up to find the power went out last night. Even though we've had snow, ice, sleet, freezing rain and high winds, it wasn't until today when nothing particularly special was happening that the power went out. Eff!

The power finally came back on so that I could shower and head to work. Late. Put on my red shirt to match my red & white striped socks and found it had a stain. Eff!*

Our dog, Oz, has a "hot spot" and an ear infection. Eff!

I have a coupon class Saturday that I haven't prepared for. Eff!

Some of the function keys have stopped working on my laptop. And I haven't figured out how to fix it. Eff!

My finger is bleeding. Eff!

I'm beginning to think that grass is a myth since I haven't seen any in so long. The snow is not melting. Eff!

Tomorrow I start the white pills again. EEEEEEEFFF!

*Even though I had to switch to a brown shirt, I am still wearing the red & white striped socks. I was too lazy to change them. Eff!

Nothing Says Lovin' like Something from the Oven

Especially when you share!

















*Click on the recipe to enlarge & print.

I ain't no jive turkey.

He ain't either.


Nope, still not a turkey.


Definitely not.


Here a turkey,


There a turkey,


Everywhere...


a turkey!


Or should I say turkeys?!


Seems they aren't scared of a little snow & ice.




Or maybe, like me, they are just happy to see the first signs of Spring.

The Green-Eyed Monster

“O, beware... of jealousy; it is the green-eyed monster” ~ William Shakespeare

I'm not that chick that freaks out if her husband mentions someone is attractive. I don't try to keep up with the Joneses. And even when there is a size 2 walking in front of me, I don't have envious thoughts.

But sometimes. Just sometimes the green-eyed monster rears up in me.

Every Sunday I take some time to read the newspaper, browse the ads and laugh with the comics. My journey through the paper always leads me to read the celebration section.

Here comes the monster!

See, I never had a wedding.

S & I had a quick courtship and an even quicker marriage ceremony. In a lawyer's office with only his mother in attendance.

There aren't any pictures of us. No flowers to be seen. Not even a cake to celebrate. In fact I wore a green dress.

I always look at those brides with envy because they got what I didn't.

Then I come to my senses and beat back that green-eyed monster.

Wedding or not, I have a happy marriage with a good man who loves every part of me and never hesitates to let me know it. He spoils me like no other would. This man that has taken on my family and made it his own, is my soul mate. My valentine. Til death do us part.

I wouldn't trade that for a million white dresses.

What I did on my Winter vacation...

This is what I did on my Winter vacation, aka the two weekends I was forced indoors because of snow, ice, sleet and other crappy conditions:

I watched movies. Most notably Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself, which was good right up until the last 10 minutes. Then not so much.

I also watched the newest flick in the American Pie series. Sucked. Skip it.

We caught up on the DVR, watching episodes of Burn Notice, Human Target and Wendy Williams*. I also watched and re-watched several episodes of The Real Housewives of Orange County cause I'm a glutton for punishment.

In between that, they shoveled while I took pictures.



We napped. And it was glorious.

Then I channeled The Pioneer Woman and baked.

Cinnamon rolls in the morning.


Apple dumplings in the evening.


So to sum it up, I gained 10 pounds on my Winter vacation.

*I'm forced to DVR Wendy because the asshats at our CW removed her from their line up in lieu of Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?, which btw, I hate. Now I can only find her on BET. At midnight.

Picture this

I looked like this last week & my family hated the straight hair.


I'm wearing these today:


And drinking hazelnut coffee from this wonderful machine:


I saw this on the road today & thought how cool?!


Mending wounds after getting my butt whooped in darts last night.


While breathing plenty of this because Virginia's anti-smoking law is a joke.


My clothes need to be put away again. Obviously.


But I will have plenty of time since it's going to do this again tomorrow:


I would much rather be wearing these:

A picture is worth a million words...

So this one tells you how much Little Miss loved her very first circus.**

And this one lets you know how spoiled Bratty Nephew #3 is.***



**Not unlike her Aunt one of her favorite parts of being there was eating Icees and popcorn. Yes, I let the munchkin make a mess, stick her head in the popcorn bucket and then sent her home with blue fingers!

***He's the one in the middle that doesn't have a blurry face. Hey I don't want to be sued for posting some random kid on here.