Here's the thing....

... about the stupid Miss USA / Carrie Prejean thing. If you don't know, during the interview portion of the pageant, Prejean was asked her opinion on same-sex marriage and her answer was "I believe marriage should be between a man and a woman, no offense to anyone out there.." Openly gay (and more openly annoying) blogger Perez Hilton was a judge...obviously her answer did not please him (and others),,,,,,,,,,annnnd so began a huge controversy in the pageant world, the media, and the public with people demanding she be stripped of her crown. Blah, blah, blah, Donald Trump said she's keeping the crown (of which she was stripped *pun!!* a short while later for being stupid and taking nakey photos, but that's another story) yada, yada, yada.
So here's my point.. America... would you rather have representing you as Miss USA a woman who answered a question by giving her raw, honest opinion on a very sensitive subject KNOWING it could actually hurt her and/or jeopardize her chances of winning...
ORRRRRRR.....
A woman who hid behind a lie when she answered the question out of fear of it having a negative impact on her chances in the competition and affecting her public reputation... ???

Childhood Memories...

I've been thinking a lot about my childhood. How when you're a kid, you don't even know there is a "weight of the world". Life is purely about what happens between waking up and going to sleep. Nothing further. Not about whether or not you can afford those shoes and can't remember if you paid for health insurance this month. Nothing bad can happen to you because your parents are a forcefield..nothing gets past mom & dad. No worries. There are no worries. The things you cry over are why you couldn't walk to Allison's house to play after you didn't eat your carrots. Or your rabbit dying. Or because you DON'T WANT TO WEAR PANTYHOSE UNDER YOUR MAJORETTE COSTUME TO MARCH IN THE CHRISTMAS PARADE, DANGIT!!!
So anyway... I'm on this little journey of change in my life. Change in a lot of areas. Or maybe just one or two areas that affect the other areas, I don't know. Whatever it is, it has me thinking of stuff from my childhood and since you obviously have nothing better to do than sit there reading this, I guess I'll share. But just in list form. So I don't get all detailed and/or mushy and/or depressed and/or whatever.
The list:
Chef Boyardee Spaghetti O's with Meatballs OR Totino's Party Pizza and Ritz Crackers on a tv tray sitting on the green couch beside my brother at Grandmother Margaret's house on Saturday nights watching Hee-Haw, Solid Gold, Lawrence Welk, Mandrell Sisters, TJ Hooker, Hunter, Whatever-Ice-Capade-Happened-To-Be-On-At-The-Moment, and maybe some other tv shows I can't remember...
And this is what I meant by list instead of detailed description. Whatever. The moment passed and I'm done with it for now. Sorry. My Y key is not cooperating and I have to retype every word with a Y in it. That sentence took a while.
I know there's another tv show I'm forgetting... Maybe it'll come to me later.

Yeah.. I haven't felt like blogging.

Sometimes I wish I was a drinker or a smoker. A drinker of really nice, high-priced wine. Just so I could quit and realize how much more money I would have by not buying wine. Or smokes. I mean, sure, the escape from reality for a while would be nice, too, but really it's more about the money.

I'm thinkin and thinkin and thinkin and thinkin

I'm having brain salad. Thought I'd share...

1. Who wants to give me the cheapest haircut ever? (*must be experienced/licensed didder of hair)
2. How is there ever a 30% chance of something? It either is or it isn't, and that makes it 50/50, right? So shouldn't there always be at least a 50% chance?
3. Are Holiday commercial jingles really necessary? There is always a 90% chance they'll be mega annoying.
4. I cut my bangs on Thursday. Thursday. It's Monday and they're in my eyes. Whuu? I wish my muscles grew as fast as my hair.
5. OK, maybe they would if I lifted weights or something, but whatever.
6. Kellie Pickler...geez.
7. I'm obsessed with tv shows about obsessive compulsive disorders and addictions. I need an intervention for Intervention.
8. I love all things wedding. Weddings, weddings, weddings! Dresses, dresses, dresses! Flowers, flowers, flowers! Gimme all of it!
9. I'm hungry. Later taters!

Quandry.

So.. Michael Moore's movie slamming evil, stinky capitalism was a flop at the box office.... Does that mean he won? I mean... If it had been a blockbuster that raked in hundreds of millions, wouldn't that mean he would be benefiting from the same system he preaches against? Hmm. Yeah... so... I guess he got his way. I think.
Right on, Michael Moore! Go have another cookie.

If I lived in Louisiana......

...I'd be on a plane on my way to D.C. right now to park my bum in front of Mary Landrieu's door. What is she thinking???? What do her constituants think? I mean... one of my senators (for whom I did not vote) voted with the Dems, but she's a Dem. Landrieu is a Republican....elected by Republicans...???
I guess $300,000,000 is just too hard to turn down. I wonder if I have a price... Like, is there a point I would cave in and cross over? 300 million pickles, maybe, but dollars... I dunno. How 'bout you? Do you have a price? Do we all? Hmm.... sumpin' to think about, I guess.
In case you're interested... http://www.rollcall.com/news/40864-1.html?type=printer_friendly

Piece.

I didn't get the memo

about Robert Pattinson being the hottest thing since jelly shoes.

Boo Y'all.

just when i committed to team carol hannah (or if not, then team althea), the stupid judges picked the wrong one. boo y'all. boo.

and omg omg omg omg omg the guest judge's hair!

Soooo........

The thing is, I always have these explosions of thought and opinion that scream, "Blog me! Blog me!"... But since I started actually blogging my bloggable thoughts, my thoughts feel so unbloggable. Do I have stage fright?? Er, screen fright? I'm a little sad. It could be that my 'splosions are 99.9997% political and many of those I love are on an entirely different page - scratch that - different book than I am in that regard. Which is why I need to be blogging about my political thoughts and beliefs because those peeps are the ones who need to understand why I feel the way I do and why my opinions are the better, mo' correct ones :o)
Anyway.... there are masses of random thoughts clogging (omg, rhymes with blogging!) my brain and they just need outttttt. So... Voi. La.
(entertainment and/or enjoyment not guaranteed, sorry.)

1. i can't decide if i'm team carol hannah or team irina for the project runway finale. SO frustrating. i love them both so many!! personality-wise it's carol hannah fur shur... irini's kind of mean. boo mean. but we all know fashion is NOT about personality. what to do....what to do...
2. the 499267858734656239876198760112736529 thoughts i wanted to type here escaped my mind. shoot. i was under anesthesia today..could be why.
3. oh, i remember! anesthesia is my favorite!
4. omg. the target commercial where junior league herself is hauling shopping carts in pearls and heels because that's how you win Christmas, boom boom boom. thhhe best.
5. sometimes i wish i could channel jeremy from shopgirl (jason schwartzmann). to a degree you can't imagine. it's why i just said "thhe best" in #4.
6. shopgirl is totally one of my faves. LOVE it.
7. i want to design clothes. i want to be a singer. i want to start dancing again...on stage, not on my floor. i want a room with a mirrored wall and a barre in my next house. i want to own a dance studio. i want to be a choreographer. i want to play tennis again. i want pickles. one of the models on project runway gets on my nerves and i don't think she's model material. i wish i didn't think things like that. sarah jessica parker TOTALLY gets on my nerves! oops, i did it again.
8. i'm really hungry and sleepy and don't feel like typing anymore, so um, lucky for you, a second installment will surprise you soon.
9. go tarheels.

peace outchall.

TWO FOLLOWERS!!!!

OMG, I HAVE **TWO** FOLLOWERS!
Thanks, Jenn & Jeff, I loves yous guys!

Banana Clips

Yeah, those were cool.

Football & Dinosaurs, Hooray!

Mad props to the *other* Carolina and *gulp* Steve Spurrier for paying tribute to our troops and veterans by wearing all new uniforms incorporating camo and sporting words like "Integrity", "Courage", "Service", etc., on the back instead of players' last names. Pretty awesome.
I just complimented Steve Spurrier. Ew.

I myself received a football conference championship today thanks to our sweet defense and the best QB in college football history. And I don't mean Tim Tebow. Just look at the numbers... you'll figure it out.

Now.. Dinosaurs. Where to begin? The fact that they're extinct? Or.....that they were humongous and could swallow me whole without chewing? Or....the fact that they're extinct? Or... how 'bout we start with THE FREAKING SCIENTISTS THAT ARE TRYING TO BRING THEM BACK TO LIFE?!?!?!?! Really, guys? That's the best idea you had that day? It wasn't like, hmm, let's cure cancer? It was let's bring back the dinosaurs!!??? Did you see Jurassic Park? I mean, I like dinosaurs as much as the next guy, but I rather prefer them in pictures, you know? Like beside the bones we see in museums. You know, the ones that are about the size of your house? I mean... somebody didn't just wake up one day and say Oooo, I wonder if this'll work? No, someone had to fund that mess. So that means at least two people on this earth thought dinos + DNA = good. Know what I think? I think Mars is gorgeous this time of year. I hear the conditions for breeding man-eating lizards are like, prime. They should totally look into that. I mean, come on... If the goal is to wipeout mankind, they should just vote democrat. Same result and WAY cheaper. Really.

Peace out, y'all.

Ewww Eww Eww Ugly Eww Ewwwwww Ew!!

Dear designers,
Quit making wedding dresses with a sheer torso and heavy boning that shows through. Why? I mean, why? It was sort of ok for Madonna 25 years ago, but that's it. Just stop. Please.

Dear girls,
I don't care what your friends say, it's ugly. We don't want to see your stomach. Really.

Thanks, love ya.

disclaimer: I love Pnina, I think you're mad talented, I just hate the sheer corset. Just FYI

Yo, Blog!

Hey world, what's up? A friend recently suggested I start a blog, so here we go...

I really want my blog to focus on the many important issues we are facing as Americans right now, so to start out, I have to say I think Ric Flair would be a great addition to The Real Housewives of Orange County. Both his hair and schwanky duds more than qualify him, and to be honest, I bet he's had breast implants. Don't quote me on that; I'm just saying. You may not understand this if you don't live in North Carolina (oops, gave out my location...) and haven't seen the tv commercial for the Ric Flair lottery something or other (to be honest, I can't get past his golden locks and glowing [pumpkin colored] skin to actually hear what he's promoting), but it's true. The resemblance between him and the wives is uncanny.
I know, you're bummed that you don't live in NC and will never see the commercial...
Have no fear! If you don't live in NC - or if you live in NC but don't watch tv (what's wrong with you?) - you can still see the commercial thanks to YouTube and the hoards of others who know awesome when they see it. Check it out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OnB_jalI4U
I gotta tell ya.... I just watched this 22 times. It's too hard to resist. I don't know where he got that sweet robe, but the angel that has topped my Christmas tree since I was born wears the exact same one. Just watch it and see if you can count all the awesome. I bet you can't.
I'm calling BRAVO. At the very least, maybe we'll see Flair and Vikki WOOHOO each other to death in the ring. Starring Andy Cohen as referee, of course.
I gotta go watch it again....
Peace out, y'all.