We need to talk about several items...
Sprinkles Cupcakes. Am I the only one not getting it? They taste like flour and not the good kind of flour either. At $3 each and a line at least ten minutes long. Don't sign me up. Yes - I waited once to see what all the rave was about. I seriously wanted my money back. You have to eat them same day - what's in them that that recommendation needs to be said on the box? Because all I'm tasting is wannabe sweet flour.
Teenage Internet Porn Star (or maybe I just need to speak to Oprah about this). While sick with stomach failing me problems, I tuned in to Oprah every day like a good girl does. Apparently you are not woman if you do not watch Oprah. One day, the teenage internet porn star was on. I have strong personal opinions when it comes to child molestation. All my charitable givings go to organizations for that cause. With that said...for some odd reason, I wasn't buying this kid's word. Not one bit of it. I have to give props to Oprah for asking him more than once if he ever thought what he was doing was in any way wrong. His answer was no. No. No. No, I'm sorry but when your mom's job is to counsel kids that were molested, you know what you are doing is wrong. Thirteen is not a young age anymore, they teach you about strangers touching you, etc when you are in the 1st grade. You know something is wrong. Excuse me, if I'm offending anyone but this boy sat up there and I wasn't seeing any emotion - nothing. I didn't like it.
Oprah, we need to schedule a lunch and talk about this one.
Tori Spelling. How much do I love you? Lots and lots and lots. I want to rent out your garage and live thatclose, neighbor. I love you for your hilarious honesty, your shaky relationship with a parent, your jealousies for Dean and the fact that you are not scared to be all up on the camera talking about how you both cheated to be together. You freaking go girl. I heart you and your book is next on my list - but why the F is it sold out everywhere? Am I not the only Tori lover out here?
Olive Garden. Hadn't seen that place in a long time. Nice to know that the never ending salad, soup and bread is still intact. Oy, the bread. I'll be running everyday this week, including Monday. Because I also had a dessert. Menus with pictures are just plain mean.
Bravo Reality Shows. How much is too much? Seriously. Jo & Slade? I'm calling it now - Jo ends up back with Slade at the end of this mess. I watched it while waiting for Cowboy to jump on chat last night. I'll admit I like the idea of eliminating all but one at the elimination ceremony. Other than her - Bravo has got way too much going on right now that my television is confused. It doesn't think other channels exist. And what is up with Project Runway coming on an hour earlier than we are used to? WTF. I'm highly entertained but I think the entire network may have jumped shark.
Celebrity Family Feud. The Feud, as we called it in my house, was the shizz growing up. It came on at 3:30, right before Oprah. Just in time for when I got home from school. I get so excited to guess the top survey answers. And Al Roker - you should just quit the Today Show and do this permanently.
Loving the Feud.
My closet. It's so sad. I share the walk in closet with Cowboy. A couple months back I was tempted to just toss his stuff in the hall closet, so my clothes could ease into this situation slowly. They are not used to sharing space with boys clothes. They are squished and not happy. I can tell. It's too late to kick his clothes out because I'm just going to have to turn around and put them back in 38 days. My poor clothes.
A friend. I have a friend where every time we do something together, it's me initiating it. I'm giving up. The other day, a thought passed my mind, that maybe she doesn't like me that much. Am I forcing her to brunches and phone calls? Am I being pushy and pesky? Today, I decided to play it like she's not really that into me, and have quietly placed the ball in her court. We'll see.
That's all, folks!