Fail

This is my blog as of late. I apologize. I wish I could say my lack of spewing nothingness into the world wide web was due to my long hours by the pool with a pina colada in hand.

But that just ain't the case.

I'm running around like a dadgum chicken. But my head is still in tact.
Don't you worry.

I'll be back in the next few days.
So don't threaten to take me off your blog rolls like douchey Marie.

Mango Goodness

Every time Sonic adds a new menu item I am a little weary.

{Cheesecake bites, mini banana split, banana on the dollar menu?!}

Well, they broke their sucky streak with the mango limeade, folks.

I highly recommend getting diet, however.

They go a little crazy on the sugar if you don't...not that we've already tried both.

The Wizard

Daniel assisted me in digging up the name of this little childhood VHS treasure.
Please tell me that someone other than us and freaky movie girl Shannon has seen this?!
Classic Fred Savage...and apparently Tobey Maguire has a tiny part.

All I can remember is an ice cream truck, godzilla, crying, the tarantula car/"sweet dreams are made of these..", the sand dinosaurs, and "Cal-i-fornia."

I just found a DVD on Amazon for $12.99.
FREAKING FANTASTIC.

By the way...

Here is our official mother's day 2K9 portrait.

What a friggin' peach...and wouldja look at that staircase.

Slather it on

The blogs have been abuzz (abuzz? really?) with these little brownie peanut butter cups from bake or break.
Ma is a trendy baker, so we (we is used loosely) made them last weekend.

Approved.
Served warm with milk..VERY APPROVED.

Be prepared for some sugar induced seizures and the exponential growth of both left and right thighs.....but it's all for the cause.

Design*Sponge

I love the before and afters on Design*Sponge.

It's highly addictive.
You've been forewarned.

So I have a bit of time on my hands...

Who's been watching Gossip Girl?
If you haven't, I would like to introduce you to my husband.

Gabriel the ponzi scheme douche.
Hey, you can't be too picky in this economy.

In real life:

6 FREAKING 5

My age

Heir to quite the family name

Dresses like a champ

ONE little problem:

His name.

ARMIE HAMMER

This fact makes my television lust blog-worthy.

If he could promise a lifetime supply of baking soda, I might be able to overlook the issue at hand. Unfortunately, there's no connection.



Maybe I'll just move on to Mr. Colgate.

Paula's heart needs some blessing

I bet you thought I would have some lengthy discourse over the train wreck that was Paula Abdul's attempted comeback on Idol last night.

But for heaven sake, why kick a girl when she's down?

She DOES know that she's down, right?!

American Idol

"I'm so over this show" was said 25+ times last night.

I mean, how many times can I comment on Adam's trying too hard tight pants,
or
Allison's increasingly red hair,
or
Danny's rotating glasses
or
the fact that Kris just bores me to tears?

.FOR HEAVEN SAKE.
What happened to the days of amusing people like Jason Castro or Kellie Pickler?
Or when Ryan looked even douchier and toolbaggish?

exhibit A
Give me some frosted tips, Ry. I need something to comment on.

BORED.BORED.BORED.

Typical Tuesday

Bob Marley

+

Baking Cookies at midnight

+

a very specific psycho sister

=

Perfect Tuesday night

Care

Mama Care turned an undisclosed age on Thursday.
Actually, undisclosed ages are stupid.
She turned 49.
I wouldn't disclose if she looked ancient, but she doesn't...at all...
Pretty ma.

In the hotel last week, I was trying to sleep like a mature young adult.
It was midnight.
My darling mother had other plans and went into laughing fits every few minutes.
We're talking full on CACKLING fits.
I have a video on my camera if you would like to see/hear (for a small fee, of course).

She's hilarious and I love her.