Interesting site of the week...

I'm slightly skeeved out by this web site but my fiancee heard about it on NPR this morning and I thought I'd share.

Property Room is a police auction site. Things that they've confiscated from "alleged"(see how legally savvy I am?) criminals are posted on this site and you can bid on them.

Why does it skeeve me out? Because I just know that I'd buy a ring hiding a stolen diamond or map to 300 kilos of coke or secret formula that the "criminals" would come after me for. I can't take that risk, people. I have so much to live for.

Oh sure, I know what you're thinking. "Girl, you read too many cheesy airport novels." Well you're right but things happen to me that just don't happen to other people. And I can't take that chance.

But you...you should TOTALLY buy something pretty and tell me all about it.

Long awaited post...

OMG ya'll. How is it almost January? Seriously. Because I'm fairly certain it was January like, I don't know, four days ago. My last New Years hangover feels like just yesterday and already it's time to prepare for the next one. (read: stockpile Gatorade, dump the Advil into a candy dish, and have McDonald's delivery service on speed dial)

I love the holidays. I love Christmas shopping and decorations, wrapping presents, singing carols, stuffing my face with turkey, and temporarily cold weather. There's just one thing the holidays bring that I don't love. And that's the weird vortex that sucks away all your free time. I know I'm popular but sweet lord I'm not THAT popular. And yet with all the holiday preparations, work commitments, family commitments, travel planning and whatnot I haven't even been able to pick up my wedding dress which has been ready since Wednesday. MY WEDDING DRESS, PEOPLE! This is serious.

I mean sure I also haven't picked up my dry cleaning or dropped off my new eye glass prescription. But having my hot pink sweater hanging in the closet and being able to see aren't NEARLY as important as the friggin' dress to end all dresses.

Alright, alright. I'm not THAT busy. I have spent the past 30 minutes YouTube-ing videos like this one:



But still.

So I apologize for not writing in awhile. I've been busy buying, serving and drinking enough wine to overflow the Hoover Dam and wrapping gifts 'til the paper cuts overtake my tiny fingers. And you know what? I can't wait to do it again! So until next time please accept the following fun new blogs as my holiday gift to you:

Cute Things Falling Asleep

and my sister's new Mommy Blog, The Shelfer Show. (it's new so give her some time to get with the photo/video upload program...and do pass along to your FWBs...friends with babies.)

Happy holidays dear readers! And a happy new year!

YES WE CAN!

Sweet fancy Jesus we did it! Okay HE did it but I definitely sent positive "get yourself elected" vibes, didn't you? (at a minimum there were multiple Facebook status messages extoling his virtues and several snarky digs at Sarah Palin who is no doubt at this very moment taking out her anger on the equally folksy, snow-mobiling Todd)

Words can't express how I feel today. But music can:



As a child I remember watching the Cosby Show and feeling like maybe, just maybe, looking different or talking different didn't matter so much. Like the Huxtables, my family had five children (including one GORGEOUS little minx named Denise, thank you very much). And like Cliff and the gang we were all up in each other's business all the time. You have to understand, before the Cosby Show there was nothing on TV that even remotely captured the diversity of my tiny world in a corner of Miami. The Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Dallas...all fantastic, just not so good on the diversity thing...though Isaac the bartender WAS pretty fantastic...remember the finger guns?



I'll get off my soapbox but let me just say that as a woman and as a Latina, last night was a moment in history I will never forget. (much like the time Britney shaved her head and attacked the paparazzi with an umbrella. I KID, I KID!)

There's a change a'coming, readers. And we can choose to get on the train or watch as it leaves us in the dust. All aboard!

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.