Serious Subject

I need to take some time out and talk about something very serious:

Mindy McCready

What is the big deal about this woman?? I mean seriously. She had ONE hit song, maybe two. MAYBE. But she seems to be a man magnet and she really isn't that cute.

The main reason I do hate her is that the REAL Dean Cain (not to be confused with the stupid arse in my life) was engaged to her. I mean, I know in reality he broke it off with her when I was a sophomore in college, because, even though he didn't know it, he was in love with me and we are destined to be together.

But this woman. . . also had Roger Clemens when she was 15?? Besides being just GROSS and to top off steroid use Roger Clemens is also a pedophile. (I use the term pedophile because he was like 25 or so at the time. Perhaps I should just use super creepy) She's not ALL that. I mean seriously. I didn't even like her one hit wonder song "10,000 Angels".

Lately, the only thing she has been in the news for is for being arrested for prescription drugs or DUIs.

I'm at a loss people. Why does she keep coming up in the news?? A complete loss. . .

But at least it's not Paris Hilton. . . :)

What is Love?!?

I hope the rest of you get the rest of this song in your head "baby don't hurt me. . . don't hurt me no more. What is Love?!?" and are also doing the SNL thing with your head. . . sorry to you now for having that song stuck all day. . . hehehehehe. . . .

Love is a many splendid things. . . Love, Love lifts up where we belong. . . Love stinks. . .


You've probably noticed I haven't talked about Dean Cain in awhile. . . I'm okay with it. And I had a very bitter post written about it, but decided not to post it because well. . . I'm not bitter anymore. the truth is. . . we haven't hung out in awhile and I stopped missing him. I stopped needing him. We are no more. And well. . . I'm finally okay with it. And actually am quite thankful for it. He turned into a person that I didn't even know anymore. I don't know if he was pretending to be this person I thought he should be when he was with me, or now, he's the person he's always been. I don't know. And frankly, I quit caring. My love stupor has warn off. Which I didn't realize I was in. . . but apparently I was. And well. . . I'm sort of glad that I don't have to worry about him anymore and that he's technically not my problem nor responsibility. It sounds mean, but really. . . it's not. You can't let other people help you if you're not willing to help yourself.

I am a person who is in love with being in love. I'm a hopeless romantic. I know it doesn't help my favorite movie is Hope Floats. But I know that somewhere out there is a guy who is ready to sweep me off my feet. Somewhere out there, there is a guy who can't stop thinking about me. Somewhere, there is a guy who is willing to tell me right then and there that he's fallen in love with me (or at least thinks he has). Somewhere out there, there is a guy who will come over with a kite and say "Let's go and fly this puppy" and then when we're out there, he'll say "This kite is kind of like us. When I'm with you, I get carried away." I want that. I need that. I deserve that. It took me awhile to realize that. Somewhere that guy is out there. He may be in France or Canada (visiting on a work visa, not a permanent resident) but he's out there.

But for now, I'll just relish the good times I'm having hanging out with my friends. Especially my guy friends. For some reason, they sort of backed off from hanging out. I'm not sure why. Perhaps they didn't want to step on any one's toes. . . I don't know. . . but for now I'm enjoying the calls during the week asking if I want to hang out and not just the emails asking if I'd like to do happy hour on Friday with the gang.

If peeing your pants is cool. . .

I love that line. . . and no I haven't peed my pants in a long time. Thank you very much.

My mom came and spent the weekend .. . it's our first girl's only weekend in 3 years. I didn't realize how much I missed those times. You see, when you move away those alone times you get with your parents and siblings become null and void. Well the alone time with my sister becomes non-existent because of my little adorable nephew and how can I not spend time with him?!? But anytime I'm home, I always feel the need to spend time with everyone and vice versa. It's not fair to the parents. We may get a few alone hours here and there but never days at a time.

This weekend, we spent just shopping and goofing off. . . good times. . . good times. . .

So. . . Happy Mother's Day Mom!! I love you and miss you!!!

Happy Cinco De Mayo!

I know I haven't written anything in awhile. I've been SUPER busy. I really can't figure out where my time goes but I can guarantee that I am pretty sure I've been having a good time along the way.

I do have some pretty good posts to write. . . at some point. It doesn't help that I've been busy at work AND after work. I really don't think that I have been home sitting at night for probably the last month. I'm in desperate need for a day off which I will take soon. I was going to wait for a really nice day but apparently that day is today (which I can't take off) and last Wednesday when I was stuck at the Phoenix airport for 6 hours.

I will leave you with these brief highlights:

Last night during my softball game, I hit in the tying run and my pinch runner was hit in to win the game. So subsequently, I helped win the game! Wahoo! (And yes I have a pinch runner because well. . . my ankle is still messed up and when I run I think people slightly pee their pants with laughter. )

When I lived in Champaign we had three spots that were (and are when I come back to visit) a given that we are going to eat at. Breakfast--Le Peep, Lunch/Dinner--Any of the El Torrero's and Jupiter's pizza. My dad has actually gotten numerous people hooked on Jupiter's pizza. It's fantastic. They have even opened up another location. And when I first moved to Champaign there was only one El Torrero and now there are 3. THREE. One on each farside of town and one in the middle. I crave this place and have yet to find something even remotely close here.

On Sunday I took my Dad to this pizza place I'd never eaten at which I heard was fantastic. Worst. Idea. EVER. You know why? It's wonderful. And now I wish I never knew how good it was. It's also 17 blocks from me. It's not good either way you look at it. My Dad even gave it probably the best compliment anyone could get--Second best pizza next to the ORIGINAL Pasquale's pizza. And do you know how I know how good it really was?? My dad originally said, "We'll just get the biggest one and then you can take some home." And well, my dad ate all of it. He literally sat there with two pieces left, when I mentioned, how full I was and that we could just get a box and he said "No, I will finish this. I just need to decide what flavor I want to end with." And with that, he finished it. We finished a half veggie pizza with bacon (I know sort of defeats the purpose of veggie but it's my dad, it's not a pizza without meat!) and Hawaiian pizza. And so now we've finally found a favorite must eat at spot besides Friday Pork Tenderloin at the Cabco. Because well people. . . it's only on Friday's for Lunch and my family rarely is able to come Friday afternoons. :)

Have a great day!

I'm making homemade Sangria and Margarita's tonight! WAHOO!!!!

Oops. . .

When I make a mistake. . . I'll admit it. . . but it's really only my fault partially. . .

So. . . it's true the movie "Peacock" is filming in Iowa. . . however that was not the movie being filmed by my office or in my parking lot. That movie is "South Dakota." I apologize. I was trying to stalk two movie stars that weren't actually there. I now have egg on my face.

Things I ate today that I forgot were delicious: Dilly Bars. Go have one!!!

Get OUT!!!

http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=309984&GT1=7703

I think this could possibly be one of the happiest moments in my life. And yes, I will go and see this movie when it comes out. I don't care that I am 28 years old. I will go and see it.

Teen Witch was my movie. All my girlfriends growing up labeled this and Pet Cemetery as my sleepover movies.

Anytime Teen Witch is on TV I stop and watch it. My friend Kaci has tried (and failed) to find it on VHS and DVD. Why?!? I don't know. It's just a classic.

Okay a classically bad movie, but in fourth grade. . . you wanted to be her. And who doesn't want magical powers?!? I still want them. I admit it. The movie hit every single stereotype as well. The minute you become popular you're automatically a cheerleader, the most popular guy (who also happens to be the captain of the football team) automatically wants to date you*, and just because you're popular everyone copies your looks and wants to be you.

I cannot wait. At all.

*To quote the movie which is really sad that I can after all this time:
Brad: Louise, it's only natural that the most popular guy dates the most popular girl.

Can I also sing for a minute: It's gonna be my finest hour. . . I'm gonna take my chance tooooniiight. . . Don't stop me now 'cause I got the poooower. . . Come be with me in my finest hour tonight. . .

So you want to be in the movies??

They are filming a movie "Peacock" here. It stars Ellen Page and Cillian Murphy*

I want to be an extra. I have always wanted to be in the movies and my mother always said I was a good drama queen. . .



*I'm not sure of his last name. . . he's the Scarecrow in Batman Begins and the creepy guy in Red Eye with Rachel McAdams.