Web site of the week!

Thanks to Robin for this one! Click on everything and make sure your sound is up! It's a good time, you betcha!

http://palinaspresident.com/

Tuesday Happy Boost...

Harvey Korman can't keep it together...can you?



I wish I had this much fun at the dentist.

D.E.S. strikes again...

I'm not a huge Jennifer Hudson fan. For some reason she strikes me as being kind of a pain in the ass. Is it just me?

I will give her this, the girl can SING. She's got a set of lungs on her and there's no telling what I would do to have half of her talent. (rip tags off mattresses, drive over the speed limit, sneak a refill at Quiznos, etc.) And that's why I was a bit surprised to see this performance on Dancing With the Stars:



Her voice is amazing, loved the dress, the shoes were fierce...but the curtains didn't match the drapes. And by that I of course mean that her dead eyes don't match her voice. (perverts...what'd you think I meant?) Maybe she's just mesmerized by the sparkly bits hanging from Julianne's female parts. Or maybe she's doing mathematical calculations and trying to figure out the odds of Julianne falling off the judges' desk (OMG girl, no...get off that thing!). Or maybe her internal monologue was trying to decide whether it's at all creepy that a brother and sister are dancing like that. (I decided no...well maybe except for a few parts)

Whatever it is, it's creeping me out. And I want it to stop.

Sunday Night Football Promos...and the Dead Eye

A few weeks ago I commented on Kim Kardashian's dead eyes on Dancing With the Stars. I'm afraid that D.E.S., dead eye syndrom, is spreading like wild fire and it's infected the otherwise lovely Faith Hill.

Oh Faith, no. First let me say that I love Faith Hill - she's beautiful, she seems sweet, her husband ROCKS, she's truly talented. Love it all. Well, not ALL. See Faith recently filmed the intro to Sunday Night Football (yay! SNF!) but I ain't buying.



You can't talk about pad-crunching, helmet-bashing, tough gridiron football and look like you're reading off your grocery list! You need a little attitude! Or at the very least, a little interest! See, Pink did this spot last year and it was SO much better:



Pink GETS IT, MAN. She's a little angry, a little butch...lots of leg kicking and fist pumping. I'm almost waiting for her to try to bite the camera or punch the cameraman. And I like it. But Faith...Faith just looks all Stepford Wifey and the spot makes me feel like she maybe lost a bet about what was actually happening under Tim McGraw's cowboy hat and was forced into this gig.

Maybe next time I'll just watch it with my eyes closed.

It's Happy Song Time!

Here's a little something to get your Thursday off to a good start:



David Cassidy was really one groovy cat, no? Meow!

Blog-a-rific!

It seems that I have inadvertently offended someone with my post about Crochet Girl and her web weaving talents. (angry comment...SWEET!) I assure you that was not my intention. I am a HUGE fan of hobbies and of people who can create things with their own two hands. (it would probably take me 100 years and dozens of failed attempts to crochet one pot holder, much less some of the more intricate fashions that Crochet Girl is rocking).

So forgive me, sensitive reader. Keep on crocheting, Crochet Girl. Crochet like the wind. Move those needles (hooks? tongs? rubber mitts? I have no idea what one actually USES to crochet) like they've never moved before. I promise...no more gentle teasing.

As for the blogger at Try Again Please, I can offer no such promise.

Look, I was a surly teen once. (like eleventy billion years ago) But I wasn't a surly, GIANT DOOBIE SMOKING, white zin guzzling teen, thank you very much. Someone needs to regulate here. They all need a good hair brushing, a curfew, and a visit to the Maury show, including "My teen's out of control!" boot camp with stereotypical pitbull, ex-marine drill sergeant who has a tough exterior but a heart of gold...kind of like an M&M...mmmm, M&Ms....oops, sorry. Got distracted.

Where was I? Oh yes.

And why is it that surly teens are always attracted to dark staircases where they can perch, looking uninterested and angst-ridden and cool? Last question - why all the flicking off of the camera? Are you angry because you know that in just a few short years you'll be working the counter at France's version of Blockbuster and wondering how to get your "music" "career" back on track?

Buck up, little campers. Blockbuster employees are people, too. Oui, oui.

A little boost of HAPPY...

It's Wednesday and I could use a little pick me up. How 'bout you? Here's a little something that always makes my day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxz_JBuyF4I

New Blog!

Okay - it's no longer a Blog of the Week...I need a new catchy title but until I can think of one you'll just have to live with New Blog! What do you want from me, people?!? My creativity only extends so far. I'll tell you where it doesn't extend...crochet.

And that leads to today's fun blog! It's a bird, it's a plane, no...it's:

C*R*O*C*H*E*T G*I*R*L

And yes, it's in Spanish but forget the text my gringo friends. Check out the pictures - soak in the inspiration. Glow in the dark yarn? Just in time for a Halloween poncho! Metallic yarn shaped into an ill fitting vest? You betcha!

Kind of makes you want to run out to Michael's doesn't it?



No, not really.

The Sexiest Woman of the Year is NOT Me...

I think it's great that Halle Berry has been named Esquire's Sexiest Woman of the Year. I mean look, she's hot with make-up or without make-up:



She's 42 years old. She just had a baby for the love of Pete. I mean, GOOD FOR HER!

And although she was very gracious in her acceptance ("I don't know exactly what it means, but being 42 and having just had a baby, I think I'll take it.") I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes at her follow-up remark:

"I share this title with every woman, because every woman is a nominee for it at any moment."

Really? Really, Halle? Because I think not. I have a healthy self image but I will tell you this: I am most certainly NOT a nominee for sexiest woman of the year at "any moment." Ask the fiancee...I'm especially not nominee material at 7am, sporting morning breath and hair that won't stay down in the front giving me an accidental Ed Grimley kind of vibe.



And I'm most certainly not nominee material when I'm, say, suffering from raging PMS and have one foot in the ice cream aisle at Ralph's, the other on the one-way street to Bitch City. I am also not nominee material when I'm working out (red and sweating like a farm animal), sleeping (I'm a mouth breather...hot), eating (I can't eat without spilling on myself) or watching football (I yell at the TV and curse like a sailor).

So thanks but no thanks, Halle. I appreciate the kumbaya inclusiveness of your words, but let's get real. I'll just have to settle for Second Sexiest Woman of the Year. It's cool.

Blog of the week...

Each week I scour the interwebs to bring you the finest in bloggery. (if bloggery isn't already a word it darn well should be)

This week I'd like to introduce you to someone: Moochie. Moochie is a cat who travels the country in an RV with her owners, retirees Fran and Bob. Moochie documents all the exciting things and places she sees. It's quite terrific, really. Like a little trip into the Mylanta-coated world of AARP members.

Enjoy!

Travels With Moochie

Denise + Kenny Rogers = True Love

Oh no, ya'll. I experienced an ALMOST deal breaker this weekend. Seriously...it was almost time to call off the wedding. What could be so egredious that it would cause me to reconsider spending the rest of my life with the man I love?

Simple.

My fiancee thinks Kenny Rogers is cheesy and NOT one of the greatest singer/songwriter/story tellers in recent music history.

Um, WHAT?! I beg to differ...I beg to differ BIG TIME. How can you say that? How can you even THINK that? Have you even HEARD The Gambler?



You know who doesn't like Kenny Rogers? Terrorists. And communists. And people who don't love America...or puppies and rainbows.

Hmmm, I guess I'll just have to ask myself what I always do in these sticky situations: what would Kenny do?



Ah yes. So right, Kenny. As usual...so right.

My musical weekend...

I had quite the musical weekend. Friday night I went to see a great band play at Hotel Cafe, a super hipster live music venue in Hollywood. For the record, I am not a super hipster but thankfully they let me in the door even though I wasn't wearing black skinny jeans and/or a mullet.

If you haven't heard Stephen Kellogg and The Sixers, please download some of their tunes immediately. Seriously. They're THAT GOOD. Plus, I'm a sucker for a guy in glasses...so sue me. Click here to check out their web site to hear a little bit (the navigation is in the bottom left hand corner...Sweet Sophia is my favorite!).

You're welcome.

Musical weekend moment numero dos. American Idol Karaoke Revolution for Wii. No, I'm not kidding. No, I'm not a 13 year old Hannah Montana fan. (though I do love Miley Cyrus and I will not be judged by you) AI: Karaoke Revolution comes with a microphone (a microphone! yay!) and you have to sing to the beat, keeping the pitch right the whole time. Sure sure, it sounds easy but let me tell you this - I have an all new respect for Gladys Knight. Midnight Train to Georgia is a HARD FREAKIN' SONG to sing.

The fiancee and I played for about four hours on Saturday night. I truly feel that listening to my man sing Copacabana and Tiny Dancer has made us THAT MUCH CLOSER. It's only a matter of time before we get evicted...or at the very least investigated for suspicion of abusing cats in apartment 17.

Palin is a JOKE...

Does anyone else think that Sarah Palin was two "finger guns" and a laughtrack away from being a Happy Days character?

Exhibit A:



Exhibit B:



I rest my case.

Bill O'Reilly is an angry man...

In case you didn't know...



Aw...does someone need a hug?

John McCain is one of us...

His kitchen is bigger than my entire apartment.

Phelps is a funny, funny guy...

In what I think is one of the funniest viral campaigns I've seen in a long time, the Citation Shares private jet company is using Michael Phelps in a series of viral ads that made me giggle:

Here's one in which he beans a guy in the face with either a swim cap or a Speedo (having issues embedding so here's the link):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=magN2AY3ev4

Hilarious!

Blog of the week...

Yes, I realize I posted one yesterday therefore defeating the "by the week" concept, but it's MY blog and I can post as many as I want to!

Here's a fun one: http://www.bedjump.com/