Question...

...if I drink an entire bottle of Skinny Girl Margarita, is it still considered a skinny girl cocktail?

Three things I'm obsessed with this week

1. Google is a guitar today...I LOVE GOOGLE!



2. The Weiner-T...come on, you know you want one!



3. NBC's new show, "Love in the Wild"...hello, sign me up!

White trash fabulous

Have you ever been addicted to something so powerful that you can’t imagine in your wildest dreams ever living without it?

Well…I’m sad to say, I am!

Hello, my name is Julie and I’m addicted to Facebook.

Please don’t judge me or laugh at me behind my back. I have tried several times to give it up, only to get right back in the saddle again. There is always something that intrigues me, something that I just can’t ignore.

And all it takes is one click…and I’m addicted all over again.

I was so proud of myself. This time I lasted almost 2 weeks. You see, since I have started my new job, I have not been able to find the time to log in and catch up on what my friends are doing, so I just decided to delete my account. I never really thought about it. I never laid awake wondering what my friends were up to or what I was missing.

That is until I got a message saying “you must log in to retrieve your White Trash Fabulous invitation”. Well, who can ignore that…so I reactivated my account and got the following invitation to my cousins 40th Birthday Party.

You are cordially invited to *Cousins* White-Trash-Fabulous 40th Birthday Party at *bar of your choice*, June 10th at 6 PM. The theme, White Trash Fabulous, will celebrate 40 years of *Cousins* antics that include big-wheel races, taking a bath in a restaurant kitchen sink, and getting the cops called on a party before 10:00 pm. Please wear your most fabulous white trash attire, including but not limited to; denim jacket with the sleeves cut off and a white snake decal ironed on the back, a purple, lime green, and orange windsuit, or maybe a demin skirt and wife beater (but don't forget to tuck a pillow in to the wife beater so everyone knows that you're preggo, you don't know who the father is, and you need a goddamn draaaank).

Of course, don't hold back on the mullet...because nothing says "I keep it formal, but I'm here to party" like a finely trimmed Missouri Mudflap. A special prize goes to anyone who actually cuts their hair into a real mullet. And by "special prize" I mean merciless ridicule.

So, come one, come all! Because, let's get real, *Cousin* is turning 40 and we need as many people possible to help carry her back to her apartment in a wheelbarrow....

(PS: Someone bring a wheelbarrow)

The email above and an email entitled “Your grandpa sitting on his front porch naked” are the two reasons I logged back into Facebook. Come on, don’t judge me…you know you are curious about this email too. But don’t ask me for details. I’m trying to forget what I saw. Let’s just say there is an image burned on my corneas for life that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

Enough said!

So, if you’re lucky and a White Trash Fabulous kind of guy that can pull off a mullet and wife beater send me your number and I will take you as my date to my cousin’s birthday party. Don’t be shy, you know you want to break out your white trash attire! It’s ok to admit it…I won’t tell anyone.

Just another day

I have just one thing to say about the upcoming nuptials of Prince William and Kate Middleton...



That's it...that's my two cents!

Hello lover...

Dear Blog,

Oh how I've missed you! I promise I will be back in full swing tomorrow. I hope you can forgive my distance. I will never take you for granted again.

XO,
He Who Laughs Last.


...stay tuned...I'm back in action and have a lot to say...check back tomorrow!

I would rather

Go naked than wear fur

Be hot than cold

Be single and alone than alone in a relationship

Write than read

Get the flu than get a flu shot

Stay at home by myself on a Saturday night than hang out at a bar

Vacation in Hawaii on the beach than on the slopes in Tahoe

Be hungry than feel stuffed

Be stuck in an elevator than on a packed plane on the runway

Go into the office early than work late

Date an early bird than a night owl

Sit through a 2 hour horror flick than 2 hours of airplane turbulence

Have a romantic dinner out than breakfast in bed

Go without good food for a month than good sex for a month (unfortunately it’s not always my choice)

I would rather gain 10 pounds than give up sex

I would rather date a tech savvy stud than a poet

Date a funny guy than a rich guy

Run into my ex’s than run into his ex’s

Have sex than watch TV (unless that TV show is about Ryan Reynolds)

Jet off to someplace exotic than take a road trip

Have a full dinner than just drinks on a first date

Have a hot night in than a sweet picnic outdoors

Get more vacation time than make more money

Date a Mr. Fix It than a fantastic cook

Have sex with the lights off than on

Have a relaxing vacation than an adventurous trip

Wear heels than flats on a date

Date a guy that was funny than rich

Have the power of invisibility than flight

Have my ex-boyfriend be nice to me than mean to me

Be hilariously funny than drop dead gorgeous

Send a text than make a phone call

Be a well known author than a celebrity

Take a drive than a short plane trip

Have the greatest friends ever than be the most popular girl at the bar

Travel back in time than travel into the future

Have one really long term relationship being in love and risk getting hurt in the end than have multiple short term relationships with a bit of variety

Have a full bank account than lots of stuff

Have parents that were poor and loved me than were rich and gave me everything I wanted

Today's post is dedicated to my all time favorite Christmas movie ever, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. In fact, it may even be my all time favorite movie ever.

So sit back, relax, grab a cup of eggnog and enjoy my Top Ten Favorite quotes from the movie.

10. "Thank you dad for teaching me everything I know about exterior illumination." (Clark Griswold)

9. Rusty: "Dad, this tree won't fit in our back yard."
Clark: "It's not going in the back yard Russ, it's going in the living room."

8. Clark: "Burn some dust here...eat my rubber"
Rusty: "Dad, I think you mean burn rubber and eat my dust."
Clark: "Whatever, Russ, whatever!

7. "I'm gonna park the cars, check the luggage, and well...I'll be outside for the season." (Clark Griswold)

6. Clark: "Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?"
Eddie: "Naw, I'm doin just fine, Clark."

5. (as an entourage of suits, led by Clark's boss pass by him single file) "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass, kiss his ass, kiss your ass, Happy Hanukkah." (Clark Griswold)

4. Eddie: (talking about his dog Snot) "If you scratch his belly Clark, he will love you till the day he dies."
Clark: "I really shouldn't Eddie. My hands are all chapped."

3. Audrey: "Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is?"
Ellen: "Well, I'm sleeping with your father. Don't be so dramatic, Audrey."

2. "You want to hurry this up Clark? I'm freezing my baguettes off." (Art, Ellen's father)

And my number one favorite quote from Christmas Vacation is...


"Where do you think you are going? Nobody is leaving. Nobody is walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nut house." (Clark Griswold)

Now if that just doesn't wreak Christmas spirit...I don't know what would!

20 Things

A couple of years ago the “25 things you don’t know about me” phenomenon took over Facebook. I loved reading my friends lists. Reading them made me feel like sort of a vouyer into their lives. I can honestly say that I learned new things about each and every one of my friends while reading their lists. But what I didn’t realize is that I also learned many things about my friends that I didn’t want to know. Things that either made me want to laugh hysterically or say things like “really?” or “oh no he didn’t” or even “WTF?”

Between you and me, to this day, I still look at some of my friends in a different light after reading their lists.

So for my own pleasure…ok, and maybe yours too, I decided to stalk my Facebook friends again and re-read all of the “25 things you didn’t know about me” posts and came up with my own list of:

“20 things I wish I didn’t know about my friends”: (sorry, I could only find 20 that were worth sharing).

1. I was fat in middle school. The wake of that horror has yet to go away.

2. The most famous person I have ever run into while living in LA is Bruce Willis. He was with his daughters Rumor, Secret, Honor and Tango…or whatever the hell their names are.

3. My grandma once told me I was her favorite. I also heard her telling my other siblings the same thing. I cried when I realized she lied to me.

4. When I was little I pretended my bike was a horse named “Giddy Up”. My nickname as an adult is still Giddy Up.

5. I can’t take guys who wear turtle necks seriously.

6. I cried when Spock died in Star Trek II.

7. I’m secretly addicted to the “ass slap” dance move. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m doing it.

8. I love gummy bears only when I rip the heads off first.

9. Two of my best friends are under five feet tall and I have an intense fear of midgets.

10. I sometimes like to tape my thumbs to my hands and pretend to be a dinosaur.

11. I’m writing this list for sympathy and attention.

12. When I was a kid I stole one of my moms bra’s, adopted it as my own and gave it the name “Skimpy”. I was devastated when she threw it away when I was twelve.

13. I listen to the soundtrack of Annie in the mornings when I’m getting ready for work. I turned 40 last week.

14. A horse fell over once while I was riding it.

15. I used to be so arrogant and in order to feel far more superior than everyone else, I bought Donald Trump toilet paper.

16. I once ran over my friends cat for a pan of brownies.

17. I eat hamburgers with a fork. I swear this is the reason my fiancé left me.

18. I cry during Will Ferrell movies.

19. I’ve always wondered if I could sell one of my kidney on ebay.

20. I peed the bed until I was 13.

Wow

I never do this...I never recommend movies or books to people, because it seems, more often than not, if I like something and recommend it, my friends/family usually disagree with me.

Perfect example...when the Ex and I were married we went to see Pulp Fiction. To me it was one of the best movies I had ever seen. It was by far the only movie I had ever seen that was put together from the end to the beginning. It was a perfect example of postmodernism! And at the time, I loved it. During a discussion the next day with my parents they were telling us how much they hated the movie because it was so violent and backwards. Everything they hated about the movie we liked...maybe it was generational, maybe it wasn't. Either way, from that moment on, I decided not to be the recommender of books and movies to people.

Until today...

This book made me come out of hibernation!



All I have to say is WOW! Once I started, I couldn't put it down. It captivated me from the first page to the last. I highly recommend everyone read it!

Ok...off my soapbox, for now!

I'm back...

Try to contain your excitement people! I know...I know...it's been way to long. But I'm back and feeling very refreshed, energized, and ready to share my thoughts with you again.

Stay tuned for some exciting posts, like why I think things fizzled with the Hot Fireman, what to do when you lose your laptop at the Atlanta airport, and what happens when you get disrespected by a Vampire.

I promise, I will have a new article up in the next day or two, but in the meantime, please enjoy this priceless picture of my kids dressed up like Napolean Dynamite and his brother Kip for Halloween this year.

Question...

How come this creepy guy...



...can manage to have two wives, while I can't even manage to find one good emotionally available boyfriend?

Yep...according to the today show, this guy is married to two seperate women. He of course denies it and says his original wife (not pictured)is crazy and he refuses to bad mouth her on television. I'm not saying she is completely innocent...but he just looks creepy enough to pull something like this off.

Something is not right here

Communication…

It’s a vital part of who we are. God created us all to be communicators whether we want to or not. In my book it is the most important part of a relationship between two people. Whether it be communicating with your boss, spouse, friend, or potential lover it’s imperative to figure out how best to communicate with each other early on.

It’s tricky because people communicate in so many different ways. Some people communicate better verbally, some better with actions, and even some better through written word and song. It’s all acceptable, yet confusing at times.

You see, I like to consider myself a processor. I tend to listen, soak it all in and then sit on things for a day or two before I can come to terms with what has been said. Now, I don’t do this on little things, like what kind of milk to buy, 2% or skim, that would be crazy…but I do process on the bigger things in life. Things like whether or not to send my kids to summer camp, or whether or not to approach my boss on a sticky subject matter, or even whether or not to go out on a date with a cute electrician (more on that at a later date). Those are definitely all “process worthy.”

But my question to you is this, what happens when one person communicates one thing with words and a totally different thing with actions? How do you communicate with someone whose verbal communication speaks a totally different language than his/her actions?

It can be confusing, right?

I have this friend, ok, my non-boyfriend boyfriend, who falls into this category. His verbal communication skills are awesome! I’ve never known a man who can communicate like he does. He is a total people person and loves creating relationships. It’s a skill I truly wish I had. When we go to dinner he makes friends with the waiter/waitress, he chats up the people behind the coffee counters, and even invites strangers to join us for dinner. All super cool qualities to have, that I have never even thought about until I met him. And it’s because of his actions, that he creates these relationships. In fact, we were out to dinner the other night and he made our waitress feel so comfortable that at one point in the meal she actually sat down at our table to chat with us. I love that!

But (come on people, you had to know there was a but coming…no one is ever that perfect) his actions speak a totally different language.

What do I mean by this? Well, I’m not going to spill the detail, but suffice it to say the reason he is my non-boyfriend boyfriend is because we are at two totally different places in our lives. We are headed down two different paths. Well maybe not two different paths, but, let’s just say I am so much further along in my path than he is. But the key is we enjoy spending time together. Unfortunately for me the time we do spend together is often very confusing because he communicates differently verbally than he does with his actions. I often leave his presence very confused and frustrated, but at the same time very excited for the next time when I may see him. And for a processor like me…this is VERY FRUSTRATING!

Bottom line, when communication is good I often feel understood, and emotionally connected which in turn makes me feel confident. But more often than not I am too afraid to do what it takes to create those feelings in any of my relationships, because that would require vulnerability. And vulnerability scares the crap out of me. Because in my mind vulnerability can only mean one thing…hurt.

It’s the one hurdle in my life that I am still trying to overcome…


“The biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has been accomplished.” -George Bernard Shaw

Every time someone says "stop", I think "collaborate and listen"

Ok, I have to be honest with you…this weekend was a GREAT weekend and in the little downtime I had I started thinking about some things in my life that I enjoy more than anything in this world. Since my “list” posts seem to be a favorite amongst my loyal readers, I thought I would share these things with you…

Hope you like!

Taking Fridays off, jammie days, when someone saves me a seat, fitting into my favorite pair of jeans that I haven’t been able to wear for a while, when someone holds a door open for me, watching Sports Center highlights immediately after the game, driving around with the sunroof open and the air conditioner blasting, the first text message between new friends, the light bulb moment (I had a major one of these this weekend), Friday nights at 5pm, glances between lovers, the moment on vacation when you forget what day of the week it is, peeling the sticky glue off of the back of your credit card, watching my kids faces when I complete the best card trick ever, napping under a shade tree with someone special, a sleeping baby on your chest, when dreams come true, laughing so hard you start crying, sleep overs under the stars, the smiles I get from my kids when I get home from work, finding money in my pockets, the feeling I have after a really good work out, moving on, awesome girlfriends, the second to last bite of an ice cream cone, singing loudly when I’m alone in the car, when company events are scheduled on company time, when your boss leaves early for the day, a hug when you really need it, when someone plays with my hair, sleeping with one leg outside of the covers and one under the covers, looking at your kids and flashing back to how tiny they were on the day they were born, knowing that I have two sweet boys to come home to every day, getting recognized for doing something I love, the smell of freshly cut grass, the cold side of the pillow, snowfall on Christmas Eve, and getting an actual hand written note in the mail.

Seriously, every time I look at this list I realize how lucky I am and how great my life is. I think I will post this one on my bathroom mirror as a reminder on those tough days.

I'm not crazy, I'm colorful

Some of you that read my blog know that I am a hard core rocker girl! I love music. I love it loud and I love it fast. Creed, Kiss, James Blunt and Pearl Jam (thanks Jules) are just a few of my current favorites. I listen to these CD’s over and over again in my car at very loud obnoxious volumes. I’m sure that the people that pull up next to me at lights are thinking the same things that I think of teenagers who pull up next to me with their rap music blaring…”seriously, is that necessary?”

But I don’t care. I really don’t.

This hard core music affects me like no other music I have ever known. If I’m sad or had a bad day at work, jamming it out is always an instant cure. There is no better form of therapy than letting the music take over my emotions. It’s the beat, the guitar solos, the rhythm…it all helps heal me of whatever it is I may be going through.

Monday was a perfect example of how music can heal the soul.

I had a rough day. I woke up grumpy. I had issues in both my personal life and work life. I was clearly in a funk to anyone who saw me or talked to me. I left the office a little early in hopes that a longer louder drive home could get me out of my funk. I got into the car and turned the volume up before I even turned the car on. That, my friends was a big mistake, huge!

To top off my bad day, the CD player was stuck. And you will never guess what it was stuck on. Nope, not Kiss, Creed, Pearl Jam or James Blunt. Nope, I couldn’t be that lucky. It was stuck on the “Squeakquel, by the Chipmunks”. Yep…I was jamming to Single Ladies by the Chipettes before I even pulled out of the parking space. And the worst part, my CD Player wouldn’t do anything. I couldn’t change the CD, I couldn’t eject it, and I couldn’t switch it off. Nope, I was stuck listening to the entire Squeakquel Album. Turns out I had a short in my stereo and the guys at the auto dealership love me and fixed it quick, thank God.

But it made me realize that for me, music is kind of like a drug. I’m addicted to it…or so I thought.

Recently, my non-boyfriend, boyfriend has opened my eyes to another part of “music”. Did you know that there are lyrics involved in music? I had no idea. Seriously, I know you think I’m being sarcastic here but I’m not. I totally listen to the “music” part of music. I never ever pay attention to the lyrics. I may know the lyrics by heart and sing them at the top of my lungs, but more often than not, I have no idea what they are saying because I mostly focus on the “music”.

We were in the car the other day and he played a John Mayer song. As soon as it started, I scowled and said “I hate this song”. But what I realize now is that I actually like the song…the lyrics were amazing…I just didn’t like the “music.” So, I did what any normal person would do, I logged onto Pandora.com and downloaded a bunch of “radio stations” of bands that I “don’t like” to actually give these musicians a try.

And do you know what I found? I actually like the likes of The Fray, Train, Coldplay, Matchbox 20, Five for Fighting, The Goo Goo Dolls (hello, “Let Love in”…LOVE IT!), Jack Johnson, John McGlaughlin, Jason Mraz, Counting Crows, Carolina Liar and even John Mayer. Yes you heard me right…I’m jumping on the John Mayer bandwagon. He may still be a tool, but he sure is talented! I get it Jennifer Aniston, I now get what you saw in him…my apologizes. . It’s amazing! I never realized how talented these guys are…

So please, if any of the musicians listed above are reading this, I owe you a huge apology! No more bad talking from me…total support from here on out from the He Who Laughs Last household.

And to those of you like me out there, whether it be just the lyrics you listen to or just the music, I beg you to hear both.

It will change your life!

Don't be a hater

Ok…you know what? Something weird is going on. I know it may seem odd when I say this, but I have this sneaking suspicion that someone new is reading my blog.

Is it sneaking or stinking? Either way, it smells funny in here.

I’m not positive, but I have this feeling that my dad is reading my blog. I know, I know…those of you that know my dad are saying, “there is absolutely no way in hell he is reading your blog.” Why? Because he doesn’t know anything about computers, DVR’s, programming clocks, cell phones or setting the timer on the microwave. Let’s just say he is “technically challenged.”

So it definitely brings up the question, if he is so technically challenged, how would he be reading my blog? Well, as much as I hate to do this, I’m going to have to pin it on my sister-in-law who shall now be known as “Mrs. I don’t want to hear about your underwear”. Yeah you know who you are! I’m calling you out, in the nicest way, of course!

There is just no other logical explanation…Some of you may be wondering how it is that I think he may be reading my blog. Honestly, it’s just a hunch I have based on some of the conversations we have been having lately. He brings up things that we haven’t talked about before, but that I have written about here.

So, I can only conclude one of two things, either he has figured out how to turn a computer on (hell will freeze over before that happens) or someone is feeding him information. Sorry, Mrs. I don’t want to hear about your underwear…I’m blaming you!

Either way, it doesn’t really matter, but I feel like I need to clear up a few things about some posts I have written in the past.

So dad, if you are reading this let it be known that:

This blog is mostly fiction…like 99%, yeah….99% that’s a good number (ssssshhhhh…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him)

I am a good girl…if the image I portray is not of the good girl nature then I am totally making it up.

I would never ever get in a car with a guy on the first date, nor let him massage my feet

I save at least 50% of my paycheck and rarely blow money at Target, on booze, or fun.

Yes I would ditch my family and friends for a chance with Ryan Reynolds…that’s no lie

Please don’t count the jeans in my closet and tell my friends how many pair I actually own…as far as they are concerned, it’s 27…a solid 27!

No matter what I say, I am really looking for more qualities than just “breathing” in my future husband

Don’t, I repeat, don’t ask me why it is not appropriate to eat a banana in the aisile of the Home Depot on a Saturday morning

Please don’t get mad that I shared the story about the conversation we had about the “beeper thingy” that was driving you nuts (beeper thingy = stopwatch)

And last but not least…

No matter what you think, I do not…let me repeat, DO NOT intentionally put my kids in harms way when I’m driving…I just get distracted easily…squirrel!

Welcome to the madness that is my life dad if that is, in fact, you who has somehow figured out a way to read my blog.

And if it’s not you, dad, that is reading my blog, then everything that you just read here is pretty spot on about my life… I’m just saying!

To cool for school

The week of Thanksgiving I had eleven people staying at my house. It was hectic but a blast! Four of the relatives that were at my house were teenage boys…I know, I know…my house still smells like a college fraternity all these months later. There is not enough Febreeze in the world to get rid of that smell permanently! Anywho, I learned a lot during that week about the school systems our kids are attending. I have an nine year old and a six year old so I am still a “rookie” when it comes to the school systems and their expectations of our kids. Needless to say, I was shocked at some of the things that I heard from my cousins and nephew.

First, apparently my nephew can take his iPod into study hall with him on a daily basis. What? An iPod in study hall? Really? Isn’t the purpose of study hall to study or catch up on homework? Oh and it gets worse. He also said that they can sleep in study hall. I was horrified! I would never have dreamt of sleeping in study hall 20 years ago, but I guess that that is one of the things that makes me old school. I was also shocked at how little my cousin, who is a senior in High School, was actually required to go to school. Now maybe he busted his butt the first three and a half years, but I was still floored.

This conversation I had with them along with the fact that it is the end of another exciting school year really got me thinking about the kind of education our kids are receiving these days. It’s no wonder why so many of them struggle with life once they graduate. I was intrigued…I wanted to know more. In order to feel more prepared about my sons and their future I felt inclined to see what kinds of classes colleges are offering our kids today and boy I was shocked at what I had found.

Check these out!

Columbia College/Chicago: Zombies in Popular Culture

Johns Hopkins University: Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll in Ancient Egypt
Mail Order Brides, Understanding the Phillipines

North Dakota State: Beer Appreciation (How can this school not be named the #1 Party School with a class like this?)

Occidental College/LA: The Unbearable Whiteness of Barbie

Princeton: Getting Dressed (seriously, aren’t kids that go to Princeton supposed to be pretty smart? Is this class really necessary?)

Rhode Island College of Design: The History of the Dirty Picture

Santa Clara University: The Joy of Garbage

State University of New York at Buffalo: Cyberporn and Society

Syracuse University:The Life and Times of Lil’ Kim

University of Chicago: Naked or Nude

University of Delaware:The Philosophy of South Park

University of Illinois: Oprah Winfrey: The Tycoon

Wow! And we wonder why we have a society full of murderers, porn addicts, alcoholics, commitment phobes, cheaters, wingmen and loosers, with no ambition and drive to make anything of themselves and who are only looking for the easiest way to make the next buck.

Thank God all I had when I was growing up was Sex Education!

It's go time

There is a little challenge going around the blog community to create a list of 101 things you would like to accomplish in 1001 days, a bucket list of sorts. The only difference is that you only have about 2 1/2 years to accomplish everything...not a lifetime.

I have decided to take on this challenge because I am so famous for saying I want to do something and then never accomplishing it. This way it is in writing and at the end of the 2 1/2 years I give you permission to say "I told you so" if I don't get them all completed. However, I also reserve the right to a "right back at cha" if (and when) I do get them all accomplished. Deal?

My completion date for these "101 goals" is August 13, 2013.

1. Wear a bathing suit in public and NOT feel self conscious about it
2. Move into a new house
3. Go on an "adult only" vacation
4. Invest in the stock market on a regular basis
5. Purchase one piece of expensive jewelry for myself
6. Leave an inspirational note in an inconspicuous place for someone else to find
7. Watch the sunrise and sunset on the same day
8. Build an emergency fund of $10,000
9. Take pictures of 101 things I like about being a mom and document them in some way
10. Write an article that gets published in a magazine
11. Complete my book
12. Travel to all 50 states (23/50)
13. Fly on a trapeze
14. Paint something (not a wall, but a picture)
15. Scan and organize all my pre-digital pictures
16. Go on a multi day hike
17. Write a letter to myself to open in 10 years
18. See Kiss in concert
19. Go white water rafting
20. Spend a whole day in bed with someone I love
21. Be debt free (except for my house)
22. Fall in love
23. Adopt a dog and name it "kitty"
24. Perform a random act of kindness
25. Assemble an emergency first aid kit for my house
26. Write letters to Hamilton and Gibson to open on their wedding days
27. Renovate something
28. Give (10) just because gifts for no reason
29. Give a 100% tip
30. Create a budget and stick to it
31. Travel to Fiji and stay in a cabana on a dock in the ocean
32. Visit New York City again
33. Seal that trip with a kiss at the top of the Empire State Building (if this happens to be a girls trip, I expect on of my dear dear friends to take one for the team!)
34. Party in Las Vegas for my 40th Birthday
35. Go on a road trip on a whim without a plan
36. Exercise religiously
37. Give blood
38. Take dancing lessons
39. Learn to snow ski and/or snowboard
40. Watch (50) movies that I've never seen before (1/50)
41. Host a dinner party
42. Play glow in the dark golf
43. Take Hamilton and Gibson camping
44. Go without TV for a week
45. Complete a crossword puzzle without any help
46. Learn how to change the oil in my car
47. Have a picnic in the park
48. Have a "guilt free" spa day
49. Learn to cook
50. Cook Thanksgiving dinner by myself
51. Be an inspiration to someone
52. Get married barefoot
53. Take a photo with a celebrity (Bonus points if it is Ryan Reynolds)
54. Take a picture each time one of my goals is completed
55. Ride on the back of a motorcycle
56. Leave (10) random positive notes
57. Learn to play poker
58. Write a letter to my favorite author and let him know that he was the inspiration for me wanting to put my thoughts down in book form.
59. Buy a pair of Jimmy Choo's
60. Watch a movie at a drive in theater
61. Go kayaking
62. Get a complete physical
63. Go back to college
64. Take an audio tour of a museum or an art gallery
65. Ride in a gondola
66. Achieve my goal weight
67. Identify someone in my life that has inspired me and let him/her know
68. Fly in a hot air balloon
69. Become a wine connosieur
70. Get closure on a past hurt
71. Ask a cute boy out on a date
72. Visit a real Blues Bar in Chicago
73. Take a trip on a train
74. Volunteer on a regular basis
75. Go whale watching
76. Visit the Smithsonian
77. Go to an NHL game
78. Learn to juggle
79. Go back to Hawaii
80. Get 500 hits on my blog in one day
81. Research my family tree
82. Milk a cow
83. Learn how to throw a Frisbee
84. Ride a tandom bike
85. Make something with my own two hands and give it to someone special
86. Go for a walk in the pouring rain
87. Release a message in a bottle
88. Go see our local symphony
89. Restore contact with someone who is no longer in my life
90. Ring a church bell (the kind in a tower with a rope)
91. Visit a real castle
92. Go spelunking (this is a means to conquer a huge fear of mine)
93. Wear white in winter
94. Learn to whistle through my fingers
95. Take the cork off a bottle of champagne with a sword
96. Get a tattoo
97. Eat a star fruit
98. Get a tummy tuck
99. Look up at the night sky through a telescope
100. Put away $10 for each goal completed before August 13, 2013
101. Donate $10 for each goal I did not complete before August 13

Pfffft.....

I don’t know why I am into such short blog posts lately, but I have just one question for you regarding the guy they arrested in the attempted bombing at Times Square this past weekend…

How did they find and arrest this guy…



…based on this picture…



I even blew up a picture of his face, and this is all I got…



…Yeah that’s right, he looks like every other guy with a full head of dark hair…

Hmmmmmm……

If you're going through hell, keep going

Today’s post is going to be short sweet and to the point…

I’m dieting…

I’m working out hard three days a week…

I’m hungry…

I’m tempted to eat this…



….the green apple jelly bean that has been sitting on the floor of my car for over a month…

I’m desperate!

HELP!

S.O.S

I know you probably think I'm crazy...I have never ever ever ever posted twice in one day! But today I have to...I'm sending out an S.O.S. for help on two things...

First...as I typed S.O.S. the thought that immediately came to my mind is what does S. O. S. mean? If anyone can tell me I would greatly appreciate it...I guess I could goolge it but I'm way to lazy for that.

Second...why can't I reply to individual comments in Blogger? I'm desperately trying to comment on posts that people leave on my blog, but I can't. I don't want anyone to think I am ignoring them, but I struggle with this and it is on my last nerve.

Third...ok, I know I said I only had two issues, but I lied...I really have three. My third is why can't I leave a comment on some blogs? Unless there is an option of "Name/URL" I can't leave a comment. There are so many blogs out there that I am dying to comment on, but I can't and I am soooooooooo frustrated!

So, PhotoMommy...this one is for you...You linked to my site today and I can't figure out a way to thank you. I've been reading your blog and have so many things I want to share with you, but can't!