tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81475857811200531922024-02-19T00:07:19.412-08:00Mind JunkBack with a vengence and more "listy" than ever...Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-83467988168155383872011-11-27T21:28:00.000-08:002011-11-27T21:31:12.583-08:00A few things I need to do:*See Jerry Lee Lewis before he kicks it. <br /><br />*Get a passport.<br /><br />*Have sex on an ocean liner as a result of said passport.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-43206995339086796782011-04-07T20:41:00.000-07:002011-04-07T21:13:29.839-07:00More than you need to know....and we're back. I was just sharing some fun facts about myself you may (or more than likely may not) find interesting.<br /><br />-One year at Christmas dinner when I was about 13 my Grandmother took it upon herself to point out the fact I had a mustache. As a result of this I started bleaching the dark facial hair on my upper lip. Several times I made the mistake of leaving said bleach on too long and this resulted in taking off a few layers of skin. I've always said a chemical burn is better than having a mustache. <br /><br />-I can tell you all about the Canadian serial killer Karla Homolka. She peaked my interest after reading a trashy true crime "novel" about her a few years back. To the disdain of millions she is now a free woman and I've managed to track her down on the internet. I'll tell her you said hi. <br /><br />-I have a Hemmingway-esque tendency to write when I drink. Luckily for me I have no desire to go deep sea fishing in Florida. <br /><br />-I have recurring dreams that take place at my Grandparents farm house in Lum, MI. <br /><br />-I didn't go away to college I took improv classes at the Second City Detroit instead. <br /> <br />-I have an overwhelming fear of flying and I'm almost convinced that if I get on a plane it will crash. I'm ashamed of this and need to get over it. I look forward to the massive amounts of drugs or alcohol that will motivate me to fly.<br /><br />-I think "true love" is a farce and if you meet someone who will put up with your shit you should consider yourself lucky. <br /><br />-I have an affinity for 1980's wrestling superstars that result in me coming off as a white trash dyke. (To quote Sarah Silverman: "I use the word because I'm so comfortable with it.) WOOOOOoooOOOO! <br /><br />-Even though I look pissed off I'm really just thinking about cheese.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-65728698982347768122010-07-03T21:15:00.000-07:002010-07-03T22:08:49.354-07:00Feelin' Kinda AmericanHappy Birthday America! You have gifted the masses with talented yet kitschy pop singers who like to praise and ridicule you in song. Here's a sample of my favorites. <br /><br />Bruce Springsteen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPudiBR15mk">Born in the U.S.A.</a> Duh. What I like most about this song besides the monotone drumming of Max Weinberg are the lyrics. They're about a Vietnam vet who comes home to find his industrial town has closed up shop and there are no jobs available. Reagan didn't get it and wanted to use it as his re-election campaign theme. Silly Reagan. <br /><br />Arlo Guthrie <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfxoM6trtZE&feature=related">City of New Orleans</a> I remember hearing this song for the first time as a kid and feeling really sorry for trains in general. <br /><br />Bob Dylan <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwSZvHqf9qM&feature=related">Tangled up in Blue</a> My favorite Dylan song about a drifter who wanders the country trying to forget the one that got away. <br /><br />Simon and Garfunkel <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od66bhNzBtE&feature=related">America</a> This song gets bonus points for the Michigan reference in the first chorus.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-73978637747604257872010-07-03T20:35:00.000-07:002010-07-03T21:14:51.526-07:00Rule BreakerI've decided that the "list of eight" rule I've imposed on myself is preventing me from writing anything new. This isn't the first time I've broken one of my own rules and God knows it won't be the last. I hereby announce that I'll still make lists they just may or may not have eight elements to them. I realize that this information has been keeping you up at night and I apologize for not announcing this sooner. I'm a busy, modern woman with important shit to do.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-75926135274529204392009-11-18T11:15:00.001-08:002009-11-18T11:41:08.274-08:00Eight products that shouldn't exsist...8. Swiffer wet mops -I've been bitching about this one for years...they say it kills dogs. Nuff' said. <br /><br />7. Break and bake cookies -You're not fooling anyone with these. They'll never taste like homemade goodness. Love is the most important ingredient you know. <br /><br />6. Febreeze -Spraying an unknown concoction of various chemicals on your clothes will not mask the scent of crotch rot. Trust me, I know. <br /><br />5. Snuggies -The holidays are coming up and I urge all who read this to not buy one of these as a "gag gift". You'll just be making it worse. Plus the beautiful afghan that Grandma knitted for you will be collecting dust in the closet...shame on you Snuggie. <br /><br />4. The egg wave -Really?<a href="http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/destroy2/eggwave.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/destroy2/eggwave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br /><br />3. Stick lights -Buy a fucking flashlight!!!! <br /><br />2. Post-it note dispensers -Because the Earth needs more plastic. <br /><br />1. Scented garbage bags -Quite possibly the most inane product ever created. So instead of your kitchen smelling of rotten eggs and dirty diapers. Your kitchen can smell like rotten eggs, dirty diapers and Springtime freshness. <br /><br />DON'T WASTE YOUR MONEY!!!!Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-21090255392197562322009-10-18T18:17:00.000-07:002009-10-18T19:13:31.162-07:00Girl CrushesEight women I would seriously consider switching sides for. Lesson learned: I guess I'm partial to brunettes.<br /><br />1. Mary Lou Retton (My very first girl crush) <a href="http://z.about.com/d/womenshistory/1/0/a/U/2/mary_lou_retton_getty_1984_1560779_ww.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/womenshistory/1/0/a/U/2/mary_lou_retton_getty_1984_1560779_ww.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />2. Claret Claret <a href="http://img.skitch.com/20090221-p7w2qxgnra4yfkaewd88up53mb.preview.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 279px;" src="http://img.skitch.com/20090221-p7w2qxgnra4yfkaewd88up53mb.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />3. Bettie Page <a href="http://luxinaustin.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/bettiepage01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 611px; height: 404px;" src="http://luxinaustin.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/bettiepage01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />4. Amy Sedaris <a href="http://gallery.nofactzone.net/albums/userpics/Vanity_Fair_-_Amy_Sedaris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 310px;" src="http://gallery.nofactzone.net/albums/userpics/Vanity_Fair_-_Amy_Sedaris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />5. Ally Sheedy in "The Breakfast Club" before Molly Ringwald's character gave her a makeover. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRPftxpSaeyXuVRB2DhcKwk08C_lM5TiwwcZhLODrF0FSbwuqVf-xdQ6EAAkJfOANKVCEXyYSZPpM027XtQ6Je-E1_0zDS4PQ9wG5qe8N4nJekrfE4FoZcwEbw6c2IBGgJnJcd96msA0/s400/breakfast+club.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRPftxpSaeyXuVRB2DhcKwk08C_lM5TiwwcZhLODrF0FSbwuqVf-xdQ6EAAkJfOANKVCEXyYSZPpM027XtQ6Je-E1_0zDS4PQ9wG5qe8N4nJekrfE4FoZcwEbw6c2IBGgJnJcd96msA0/s400/breakfast+club.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />6. Tina Fey <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Mm0LWbyPn6R1wJHRVIHxUJKjy6eHEMMOCaMSVS_JYNM73Cx7APW1GgLRflQtk8Zrh82_9zYY9FdnJWmsvHMM4z0j3rxMqEX64NDvzm3SnVHknT6MtYKaORV_qSKXtqyDgkkXjAemd0QG/s400/tina-fey-0901-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Mm0LWbyPn6R1wJHRVIHxUJKjy6eHEMMOCaMSVS_JYNM73Cx7APW1GgLRflQtk8Zrh82_9zYY9FdnJWmsvHMM4z0j3rxMqEX64NDvzm3SnVHknT6MtYKaORV_qSKXtqyDgkkXjAemd0QG/s400/tina-fey-0901-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br /><br />7. Karen O. <a href="http://ffiles.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/kareno-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 513px;" src="http://ffiles.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/kareno-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />8. Chloe Sevigny <a href="http://hypebeast.com/image/2008/04/chloe-sevigny-uniqlo-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 420px;" src="http://hypebeast.com/image/2008/04/chloe-sevigny-uniqlo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-7837229639295128362009-07-20T17:46:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:47:17.968-07:0028<strong>Hey there, it's been awhile. Lots of big changes have taken place in the last month, the biggest of them being relocating to South Carolina from Michigan. It's been a little less than a week since I arrived and I think I'll like it a lot down here. My sister has graciously allowed me to stay in her apartment with her until I find digs of my own. To commemorate my 28th birthday I give you my Southern experience so far, by the numbers: </strong><br /><br /><strong>8.</strong> Excessive amount of items in new apartment: 7 bottles of shampoo, 5 bottles of conditioner, 16 scented jar candles, 2 identical crock pots (two more than we need), 2 hair dryers and 3 different types of mustard. <br /><br /><strong>7.</strong> Number of jobs that I've applied to just today: 3 (keep your fingers crossed for me please!)<br /><br /><strong>6.</strong> Number of times I threatened to move back to MI: 1 (moment of weakness.)<br /><br /><strong>5.</strong> Number of driving hours: 15 (we decided to get it done in one fail swoop...never, ever again.)<br /><br /><strong>4.</strong> Number of times I've been called "darlin'": Too many to count.<br /><br /><strong>3.</strong> Amount of money I saved at the local <a href="http://www.foodlion.com/">Food Lion</a> today: $15.69<br /><br /><strong>2.</strong> Number of original <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oktotally/3641350003/">paintings</a> of a woman being attacked by a robot: 1 (thanks Andy.)<br /><br /><strong>1.</strong> Pieces of <a href="http://www.pillsbury.com/Recipes/ShowRecipe.aspx?rid=11189">"Funfetti"</a> birthday cake I've eaten: Infinite. <a href="http://mai-mag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pillsbury_funfetti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 275px;" src="http://mai-mag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pillsbury_funfetti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-69255173651011165752009-06-05T23:05:00.000-07:002009-06-06T00:14:53.802-07:00My Teenage DiaryI'm in the process of moving and came across an old diary that I started in June of 1993 at age eleven and continued making entries in until September of 2000. I'm a little disappointed at how cliche the subject matter is. The first thirty pages are dedicated to boys that I had a crush on that particular month. However it's nice to see how greatly my penmanship has improved over the years. <br /><br />The following insightful and angst ridden gems are taken word for word from said diary: <br /><br />8. June 1993 -"Today is Tuesday. I've been to the carnival three times, I saw N--- there, he didn't say anything to me but he did hit me in the head. I guess he's shy."<br /><br />7. July 1993 -"Flushing didn't have any fireworks this year. The city didn't have enough money to pay for them. And I don't like N--- anymore."<br /><br />6. January 1994 -"I've got to bring my Science grade up. 2nd semester I have Gym & Shop. I think I'm going to fail Shop it looks really hard. And Gym is Gym but the teacher is worried everybody thinks she's a lesbian. She seems nice to me."<br /><br />5. August 6, 1995 -"Being 14 is way different than being 13. To me it's like your life changes drastically not in a physical or visible sense but mentally your a different person."<br /><br />4. January 8, 1996 -"It's finals week at school, I haven't studied a bit and my math exam is tomorrow. I'm going to study my ass off tonight. Good thing "Friends" isn't on tonight."<br /><br />3. December 28, 1996 -"I called him yesterday. It's over. I'm so sick of thinking and worrying about him. I called him and apologized for being a psycho. He had no clue what I was talking about. Fuck him."<br /><br />2. January 5th, 1997 -"I'm never going to get into that "I wish I was somebody else" shit again. I like myself just fine. If somebody doesn't like me that's their problem. Stuff like that's not hard to say but it's hard to remember. I need to throw a party." <br /><br />1. January 9, 1997 -"GUYS BITE!"Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-40663700456986131522009-05-11T17:22:00.000-07:002009-05-11T18:31:04.729-07:00Shelves.You can tell a lot about a person based on the shit that they have on display in their home. Their likes, their dislikes, where they've been and where they hope to go...Since I'm feeling a little self-absorbed tonight I've decided to grant you a half assed tour of my apartment. Feel free to judge me and share your opinions on this banal example of blogging. I feel that if most people out there can upload hundreds of photos of their kid's second birthday, I can post this....enjoy.<br /><br />8. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn59WFXARDfQS_By6-21AfepNnq0HPvpS0bkKUWE3vxpKUee6fNzAK0xXyVMuviOGHFNt4ypl2k_vDjuj3-_-qWEom9stGyRwGSAXMoToLPkXCMsjaU6cY2eTMq-DNikkd8tUL8HgQOXN/s1600-h/100_1259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn59WFXARDfQS_By6-21AfepNnq0HPvpS0bkKUWE3vxpKUee6fNzAK0xXyVMuviOGHFNt4ypl2k_vDjuj3-_-qWEom9stGyRwGSAXMoToLPkXCMsjaU6cY2eTMq-DNikkd8tUL8HgQOXN/s400/100_1259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334730757009995106" /></a><br />1. Various tiny jars of sprinkles (or jimmies if you prefer) and glitter. I don't bake that often but when I do I go whole hog. 2. Reduced fat peanut butter is a marketing strategy I fell for hook, line and sinker. Reduced fat is a farce.<br /><br />7. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nt4jaR6oCgwf-VCojaXodyeJveKUjixKQd5m4OxORVeTM8dtvh67Ci-_kTcxZWMOnLvT-2JHCZ0pOxNLpdWcY_GE-U1Z-_bQAHuSVHmfSu75C9-jqfou-gL67sqTsisxe7Ua45A20PNj/s1600-h/100_1267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nt4jaR6oCgwf-VCojaXodyeJveKUjixKQd5m4OxORVeTM8dtvh67Ci-_kTcxZWMOnLvT-2JHCZ0pOxNLpdWcY_GE-U1Z-_bQAHuSVHmfSu75C9-jqfou-gL67sqTsisxe7Ua45A20PNj/s400/100_1267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334732848077503826" /></a> Really nice luggage that was given to me as a gift for my 21st birthday. I took it to New York once and walked in an urgent manner through LaGuardia. I pretended that I was a very important person that was catching a last minute flight to Dubai. I need to get out more. <br /><br />6. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5vLx5O3Z7bU9xnA10iHk8stvp-5Ftm5la_2ybV7ff_RrUbK4f7v5rbuk_cPrhTZVofqlMUxfA88T7tNZAMEehTtKVtT5DkaznW-4rrTr48FcDYI_bU3P5pCAnyxxJ9L1g5QR-vAM9ejq/s1600-h/100_1266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5vLx5O3Z7bU9xnA10iHk8stvp-5Ftm5la_2ybV7ff_RrUbK4f7v5rbuk_cPrhTZVofqlMUxfA88T7tNZAMEehTtKVtT5DkaznW-4rrTr48FcDYI_bU3P5pCAnyxxJ9L1g5QR-vAM9ejq/s400/100_1266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334734035602463122" /></a> Ralph Steadman poster behind a pile of hand and tote bags....no one needs that many bags. <br /><br />5.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-0wdTscTzJYIUvYUVzmsVKUwm2qO8cBTKwu0b_cjg2SdL2sOJoD3F7nBl3Ji_sFRIRjb9SJSr-G5cZmdSlZzpbJaRIHH1QK_ublAUBC1zCyaLO1HRRXy2CWFY1-A5kfMhlYu2L0i9PYE/s1600-h/100_1257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-0wdTscTzJYIUvYUVzmsVKUwm2qO8cBTKwu0b_cjg2SdL2sOJoD3F7nBl3Ji_sFRIRjb9SJSr-G5cZmdSlZzpbJaRIHH1QK_ublAUBC1zCyaLO1HRRXy2CWFY1-A5kfMhlYu2L0i9PYE/s400/100_1257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334735516170451490" /></a> I collect glasses. If I'm visiting a dive bar or a really tacky tourist destination I almost always buy the souvenir pint glass. A little white trash perhaps but they're much more practical than tiny, decorative spoons. <br /><br />4. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FaT8d_fOFILwjzs7EAsuC2CYMy7yxvjipyZj8_mVhxHq5_5v99fKJny807F1ylrLJcxKDSP_cjClWuJnG3OHMdxvklSBFOnNfwYaCVgpDWcv25jTaqfEVMowBZukx34yy69X0JyzZ3v4/s1600-h/100_1265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FaT8d_fOFILwjzs7EAsuC2CYMy7yxvjipyZj8_mVhxHq5_5v99fKJny807F1ylrLJcxKDSP_cjClWuJnG3OHMdxvklSBFOnNfwYaCVgpDWcv25jTaqfEVMowBZukx34yy69X0JyzZ3v4/s400/100_1265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334737419022839698" /></a> This shelf was installed in the bathroom for the specific purpose of a "bathroom library". It wasn't my idea but I've grown to like it. For the record, those are not bongs. They're plastic "cups" that were purchased at Comerica Park and contained an overpriced, fruity daiquiri of some sort. Eat your heart out Martha Stewart. <br /><br />3. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDyRf2nciIGSjxbbJ_U4YpktezvjaPGT7qgQCNJmvaGskr-KvefjznlvDBV6axcHb_BhNPSGTnTD6B8LvRzcNb_SuXlc4n5dHGzlmUDCvQqorxQOlsDwJqrLaoZhbW6RH2M1HroUGB5Cp/s1600-h/100_1262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDyRf2nciIGSjxbbJ_U4YpktezvjaPGT7qgQCNJmvaGskr-KvefjznlvDBV6axcHb_BhNPSGTnTD6B8LvRzcNb_SuXlc4n5dHGzlmUDCvQqorxQOlsDwJqrLaoZhbW6RH2M1HroUGB5Cp/s400/100_1262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334739590587184818" /></a> I'm watching what I eat...(rim shot).<br /><br />2. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5x1Bdc_DYzTfAQifqKf1f2atBlAOKvUyeB1lYO1ghyphenhyphenpr6foxGJPGM-gIiZpGLEqSaF0RMLGPHUYf0hLqQyu8z9hZ74tdZYFiOw3k8aCFykY6mCio2196PjRNjX09IQFVkTYawQYJ6XZd/s1600-h/100_1261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5x1Bdc_DYzTfAQifqKf1f2atBlAOKvUyeB1lYO1ghyphenhyphenpr6foxGJPGM-gIiZpGLEqSaF0RMLGPHUYf0hLqQyu8z9hZ74tdZYFiOw3k8aCFykY6mCio2196PjRNjX09IQFVkTYawQYJ6XZd/s400/100_1261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334740063291497074" /></a> Since I'm the awesome person that I am, I decided to make pancakes for my sister when she visited from South Carolina a few weeks ago. I bought a second bottle of syrup in prepartion for the breakfast (always think ahead). She ended up opening the brand new bottle instead of using the last of the old one. After my horrifying fit of rage, I calmed down and all was forgiven. <br /><br />1. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hiS83SdMCsP4GGLJflrB7HATA6c4H_l0JQl6bAg08eqFuO00D5ipul5GU9id7cK7qOPBUaKMjVAPvAAfVeDb4zlBWu3oF1VkWRol8vk8PQzMmfsBFV4lfNMNh__ivJhtYnv1Tb8nIsFa/s1600-h/100_1263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hiS83SdMCsP4GGLJflrB7HATA6c4H_l0JQl6bAg08eqFuO00D5ipul5GU9id7cK7qOPBUaKMjVAPvAAfVeDb4zlBWu3oF1VkWRol8vk8PQzMmfsBFV4lfNMNh__ivJhtYnv1Tb8nIsFa/s400/100_1263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334742235785933842" /></a> As you can see I'm a fan of the classics.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-36009564450065169492009-04-27T18:10:00.000-07:002009-04-27T20:05:29.871-07:00Eight things I'll remember about the legendary Bea Arthur8. <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/66/210411639_7aae5fa7b3.jpg">Shoulder Pads</a> -Dorothy always rocked the linebacker look in her long, flowing pant suits. Made with 100% polyester but worn with 100% fierceness.<br /><br />7. The voice -Childhood memories of her low resonant tones whining: "MAAAaaaaaaaa!!" and "Stan"!<br /><br />6. <a href="http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/famous-marines/bea-arthur-73.jpg">Salt and pepper hair</a> -This woman was so confident in her own skin she went naturally grey on TV. She sported the grey "wings" long before Paulie Walnuts on the Sopranos did. <br /><br />5. <a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2BndNyOqVL._SL500.jpg">Feminist</a> -I didn't grow up watching "Maude" but I wish I did. With topics like abortion, divorce, racial equality, gender issues and liberalism this sounds like a show that was right up my alley as a nine year old. <br /><br />4. The strangest people become gay icons and Bea Arthur was one of them. Maybe it all started with this video:<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU_O-3Ys1S0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU_O-3Ys1S0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />3. My sister, our Grandma J. and I used to watch the "Golden Girls" every weekend. We became such fans that instead of playing house the three of us would play "Golden Girls". I was Rose, my sister was Sophia and my Grandma J. was Dorothy.<br /><br />2. <a href="http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/2827/photos/PHOTO_2925175_2827_5052760_ap_320X240.jpg">Cheesecake</a> -It solved all of the "Golden Girls" conundrums why not yours and mine?<br /><br />1. R.I.P. Bea Arthur!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLdnC_UQQnJLN1hddpzpjNLqQuo9d5qCIlaeiw71Nb3xWSFL-vXBXSStUDhaTphzZqk1LP8nnhViDPWGqPWxqFbA8ARQuPfYUmuid8R-ilAasdpMlKvH8BfOFXJK45Yoi592JkeXnM-Hn/s1600-h/ArthurBea.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLdnC_UQQnJLN1hddpzpjNLqQuo9d5qCIlaeiw71Nb3xWSFL-vXBXSStUDhaTphzZqk1LP8nnhViDPWGqPWxqFbA8ARQuPfYUmuid8R-ilAasdpMlKvH8BfOFXJK45Yoi592JkeXnM-Hn/s320/ArthurBea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571826306884114" /></a>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-76114060558116828012009-04-16T22:30:00.001-07:002009-04-16T22:30:32.309-07:00Let's just be clear8. If you're an overweight, mid-western housewife that has a penchant for unwashed hair and wearing nothing but looney toon t-shirts, no one is going to believe that that's a real Louis Vuitton handbag you're carrying. The knock off handbag trend can end any second now...it's just getting embarrassing. <br /><br />7. I need a bumper sticker that reads "I spent seven months in a hotel room in Detroit and all I got was this lousy honk cough"....If you're a person who likes to smoke in close proximity to other people in enclosed areas you deserve to be castrated. <br /><br />6. Let's face it, I'm a white girl with a fat ass. If you happen to be a gentleman of African American decent please don't make it BLATANTLY OBVIOUS that you are staring at my ghetto onion. It makes me uncomfortable and I think it's gross. (Not my ass, your behavior.)<br /><br />5. To the middle aged woman with glasses that works at Kohl's on Baldwin Rd. in Auburn Hills: I could give a shit less that you're also considering moving to South Carolina because it's one of the last "conservative and christian" states in the country. I know that you think I'm one of your own due to my white skin and modest dress but I assure you that I'm a liberal heathen to my very core.<br /><br />4. Just because the label on the wine bottle is cool looking doesn't mean it's going to taste all that great. <br /><br />3. I want everyone who's reading this at the moment to know that no matter what happens, everything is going to be okay. Whatever it is will work itself out and who knows? Maybe you'll be a better person as a result. <br /><br />2. I made the mistake of telling co-workers that I dabble in stand-up comedy. Now whenever one of them in particular says something funny she says something to the effect of: "You should use that in your act". No. <br /><br />1. This actually turns me on:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoksoGBtpJ0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoksoGBtpJ0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-6242442233537647682009-04-01T10:52:00.001-07:002009-04-01T19:48:46.885-07:00I Would Like to Know...8. I would like to know what my face looks like at age 70 weather I live to be that age or not. <br /><br />7. I would like to know why Suzanne Somers keeps writing books and more importantly, why people keep buying them. <a href="http://www.ahealth.com/content/education_research/published_excerpts/media/sexyyars2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 279px;" src="http://www.ahealth.com/content/education_research/published_excerpts/media/sexyyars2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />6. I would like to know if there is such a thing as Super AIDS and how <a href="http://anncoulter.com/">Ann Coulter</a> can contract it.<br /><br />5. I would like to know if Brett Michaels will ever find true love...I'm starting to get worried. <br /><br />4. I would like to know sign language so I can communicate with apes.<br /><br />3. I would like to know if God knew what he was doing when he created <a href="http://www.thenadyasulemanfamily.com/">Nadya Suleman</a>.<br /><br />2. I would like to know algebra.<br /><br />1. I would like to know what any children I might have in the future look like, just in case I need to change my mind about having them.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-29631916030370778052009-03-16T16:27:00.000-07:002009-03-16T17:00:51.104-07:00Eight Songs You Might Have Forgotten (AKA what I listened to in the 5th grade)If you're like me and came of age in the 90's, there's a good chance you've forgotten about these wonderful hits from a by gone era....enjoy pretties.<br /><br />8. "I Can't Dance" by Genesis<br />(My Mom thought Phil Collins was hot)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGI2d31M7Ns&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGI2d31M7Ns&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />7. "Close to You" Maxi Preist:<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSR3YgUcyU4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSR3YgUcyU4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />6. "Set a Drift on Memory Bliss" by PM Dawn<br />(had the album on tape)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8fnUpSa4oM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8fnUpSa4oM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />5. "We Got a Love Thang" by Cece Penniston<br />(again, had the album on cassette tape)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XM2zEwcv5E&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XM2zEwcv5E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />4. "Saving Forever For You" by Shanice<br />(Featuring a young Brian Austin Green) <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MM7OIG7QEkA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MM7OIG7QEkA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />3. "Give It Up" by Wilson Phillips<br />(Carnie is Delta Burkalious in this video!)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBUlzoszyTw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBUlzoszyTw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />2. "Vibeology" by Paula Abdul<br />(What a piece of shit song! Can you feel the vibe?)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKx9MnosccQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKx9MnosccQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />1. "Rhythm is a Dancer" by Snap<br />(I remember Aunt Viv talking about Snap on "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air")<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMPM1q_Uyxc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMPM1q_Uyxc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-22433428371252663322009-03-16T14:38:00.001-07:002009-03-16T14:38:55.437-07:00Happiness is a warm gun....and a few other things.Life sucks sometimes we all know this....just remember we're all better off than most. Here's a list of eight things that make me happy and I usually take for granted on a daily basis:<br /><br />8. Coffee- I've recently became a regular coffee drinker and I must say, a strong cup of joe in the morning is a fabulous treat. Plenty of <a href="http://www.coffee-mate.com/">Coffee Mate</a> with two or three Splendas and I'm ready to start my day. <br /><br />7. Howard Stern -Listening to Howard 100 on my way to work or school is something that I can't imagine life without....does that make me weird? (ETM Rules) <br /><br />6. My Grandma J. -She'll be celebrating her 88th birthday in April and she's as funny and quick witted as ever. I like to think I inherited my cherished "smart ass" gene from her. She's a great conversationalist and I'm the only granddaughter I know who trades one liners about sex and drugs with their elderly Grandmother. <br /><br />5. Easy Listening & Adult Contemporary Music -Bread, Air Supply, Genesis, Billy Joel, Hall & Oates....thank you fellas for soothing my soul with your sweet melodies.<br /><br />4. High Speed Internet -One day your children will ask you what the world was like without the information super highway...hopefully you'll be able to remember. Infinite information at your fingertips is wonderful and should never be taken for granted. It's a beautiful thing and when computers overthrow humanity we will all be vaporized instantly so enjoy it while it lasts people.<br /><br />3. Camera phones -If you see something that needs to be documented (like your friend stumbling out of a bar and puking all over the sidewalk) it's not a problem with these little gadgets. Great for blackmail as well (I'm looking at you Michael Phelps). <br /><br />2. Instant Jello Pudding -Pistachio in a flash. (Cool band name) <br /><br />1. People -When you find out you have something in common with a stranger, when you find out something new and cool about a friend you've known for years, when your kid just achieved a milestone, when you're picking up someone at the airport and you have that "Movie Hug" when you first see each other....as Red Green said "We're all in this together". Hug someone today damn it.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-83875357500057363132009-02-02T12:56:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:35:11.049-08:00Really bad haircuts from my past...(aka the most self-indulgent post ever.)Everyone I know has pictures from their younger years with wonderfully bad hairstyles. Lucky for you I've decided to share some real doozies from my past...these pictures reveal not only that I was quite the risk taker when it came to my hair but also what a painfully awkward child I was. Enjoy and feel free to share your own hair horror stories!<br /><br />8. Sixth grade. I believe I was taking a cue from Six on "Blossom" here.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ578_IhLpmpnQjpm91RBVb9hiZn9MJrM1ZLmcfOa-HjdKDYASqOlzq4VRede_Q1GSBcCvXyLNVO2aYeZArNAF26ur3U6FJdMnspFOcv0c9C634l1S4C9ohM2AXSwKIQ-ML20v2SFmRvQ/s1600-h/6th+Grade+Haircut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ578_IhLpmpnQjpm91RBVb9hiZn9MJrM1ZLmcfOa-HjdKDYASqOlzq4VRede_Q1GSBcCvXyLNVO2aYeZArNAF26ur3U6FJdMnspFOcv0c9C634l1S4C9ohM2AXSwKIQ-ML20v2SFmRvQ/s200/6th+Grade+Haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312058175310578" /></a><br />7. Seventh grade. This unfortunate hair decision led to me getting the nickname "Poodle" from a boy in my Lit class. I remember chasing him into the bathroom and kicking him in the balls for making fun of me. Good times!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE_Skxm-OPAU0kN4N7-D4D51Oq1H8S32TukRsINyRmWvMMIJPn3OK6Uw9_YOOKTzvr4Wq8tuzWqzeYFYt5wo849MbPVCV5lFkWoxbsr9BUHiA7PvdCiQVRKGxVj-Wj-LUrUvuZ4mUmMkM/s1600-h/Poodle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE_Skxm-OPAU0kN4N7-D4D51Oq1H8S32TukRsINyRmWvMMIJPn3OK6Uw9_YOOKTzvr4Wq8tuzWqzeYFYt5wo849MbPVCV5lFkWoxbsr9BUHiA7PvdCiQVRKGxVj-Wj-LUrUvuZ4mUmMkM/s200/Poodle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312290117606498" /></a><br />6. Bridget Fonda in <em>"Single White Female"</em>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-fGg17ufMORz7t16D2NC5AZGgmyA5zA_0aC2zFdADmVVeCevSya8bJo7anR67G-v5kUgbX2CK_zd5DcMuiKE4tSgcEJg2geHBH3Oh7W5x-0U2oX88P9rWK77WB-A7m8s-R1xmShgecKz/s1600-h/SWF.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-fGg17ufMORz7t16D2NC5AZGgmyA5zA_0aC2zFdADmVVeCevSya8bJo7anR67G-v5kUgbX2CK_zd5DcMuiKE4tSgcEJg2geHBH3Oh7W5x-0U2oX88P9rWK77WB-A7m8s-R1xmShgecKz/s200/SWF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312518244950594" /></a><br />5. My attempt to copy the Jennifer Aniston "Rachel" hairdo of the mid-nineties and failing miserably.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QdOcayn71KviXuWq_j35HOrLfq6yeppcbq-4Jp9-ye5KgSuk4yaWO7zpWpVmsYh_DJuJ9XN0GUq1Wf85wLpEb-yKa4HxEUd-cqLwZCbo_nUw7dQIGHC861OBOiqewkISGjpPpue8ZUv_/s1600-h/Sophmore+Haircut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QdOcayn71KviXuWq_j35HOrLfq6yeppcbq-4Jp9-ye5KgSuk4yaWO7zpWpVmsYh_DJuJ9XN0GUq1Wf85wLpEb-yKa4HxEUd-cqLwZCbo_nUw7dQIGHC861OBOiqewkISGjpPpue8ZUv_/s200/Sophmore+Haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312689018701298" /></a><br />4. I call this one "Lesbian Goth".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKD-BY0Y_DTpFDeF153ASTGGg6tATrJMQxuY_JLWEODkVAg2wSb3SvcjDKrxq3SMoHEa9jPlh6IyN0IqHb5iiDQomiSpmsYJnfPUC0dIJRzuEqzeTFKpqu-15d-PklTk_QuCeKKBMA5gi/s1600-h/GothHair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKD-BY0Y_DTpFDeF153ASTGGg6tATrJMQxuY_JLWEODkVAg2wSb3SvcjDKrxq3SMoHEa9jPlh6IyN0IqHb5iiDQomiSpmsYJnfPUC0dIJRzuEqzeTFKpqu-15d-PklTk_QuCeKKBMA5gi/s200/GothHair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298313090856114962" /></a><br />3. During my "Prince Valiant" phase.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKZYU5J6ZzjjZPrbJ5zvUWDPmQ7KPoFTDhmnH3ZwFoIQGP_XQhvpIfWeZU4tHQXLS2fFPmUhE6mJKTgmEnf3F8M0fYYOs5as238C-pDoD63H4bVjT-hskpSD3DwfyFgkvj_pzN0alW4Ea/s1600-h/Princevaliant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKZYU5J6ZzjjZPrbJ5zvUWDPmQ7KPoFTDhmnH3ZwFoIQGP_XQhvpIfWeZU4tHQXLS2fFPmUhE6mJKTgmEnf3F8M0fYYOs5as238C-pDoD63H4bVjT-hskpSD3DwfyFgkvj_pzN0alW4Ea/s200/Princevaliant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298314189317322882" /></a><br />2. The grandaddy of them all. Check out the chin on that kid. Like my winter coat?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gFfpyA8h9-qWBwi3k0tL7ma3szyCkVGpxjvDF-z9soedgWsXrM8I_a-lyHAZDbOviwoKdcq-PF15qPQiSr8hT1HrXxbb6DgTB36X2aJks10Ae5gjx1sjrArXUJgi7wdRcXNvgZ5JuxiZ/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gFfpyA8h9-qWBwi3k0tL7ma3szyCkVGpxjvDF-z9soedgWsXrM8I_a-lyHAZDbOviwoKdcq-PF15qPQiSr8hT1HrXxbb6DgTB36X2aJks10Ae5gjx1sjrArXUJgi7wdRcXNvgZ5JuxiZ/s200/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315183174228466" /></a><br />1. This is what my hair looks like now and has looked for years...this gives you something to compare all the really shitty haircuts too I guess. God, I feel like such an attention whore today! Validate me! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXRiBkLd4679GxOr3NOEejIDV9A1yDLhO3dHcRVGNHEwreGWvJ-fAwTsX9k2257Yck0HwluXb6b46Dx9S96XInA8jRrbHRqwU_4gZBRNZyZIowCzV1kpipAx2AAVYB4b5y_kEDt8N3jiF/s1600-h/Comedy+Fest+Pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXRiBkLd4679GxOr3NOEejIDV9A1yDLhO3dHcRVGNHEwreGWvJ-fAwTsX9k2257Yck0HwluXb6b46Dx9S96XInA8jRrbHRqwU_4gZBRNZyZIowCzV1kpipAx2AAVYB4b5y_kEDt8N3jiF/s200/Comedy+Fest+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298316709230286082" /></a>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-36114433455817980222009-01-21T12:12:00.000-08:002009-01-22T20:58:38.924-08:00Eight things about winter that irk me....8. <strong>Isolation</strong>. On some days during these winter months I just want to go inside my apartment and not come out until it's April. I haven't seen my family in Flint in weeks and I have a long list of calls from friends that need to be returned. Looks like the "Seasonal Affective Disorder Fairy" strikes again. That bitch needs to retire. <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/444627323_445cb6af6c.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/444627323_445cb6af6c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />7. <strong>Windshield Wipers</strong>. Those Mothertruckers always, ALWAYS stop working this time of year. As soon as ice and snow hit, rest assured I will be sticking my hand out the drivers side window (in traffic) to fix my wayward wiper. Don't even get me started on the fluid...<br /><br />6. <strong>Chapped hands</strong>. I have sensitive, Irish, Whitey McWhite skin that when put in subzero temps. on a daily basis dries out like an ancient riverbed. My hands look like they've been dipped in red Kool-Aid. No lotion or emollient can beat the dry, itchiness that is my body. Sexy. <br /><br />5. <strong>Salt stains</strong>. Seeing that I can't afford proper winter boots. My black leather work shoes have suffered greatly so far this year....<br /><br />4. <strong>The month of February</strong>. By far the worst month of the year...right smack dab in the middle. February exists to remind us all that there is about two more months of shitty weather. Plus just for shits and giggles they throw Valentine's Day in there to make you feel even more worthless. <br /><br />3. <strong>Snot.</strong> There seems to be an abundance of it as of late. <br /><br />2. <strong>Award Shows</strong>. Hollywood gives themselves a pat on the back for a job well done of churning out uninspired, unimaginitve krap. Except for a choice few movies (<em>Gran Torino</em> &<em> The Wrestler </em>to name a few) there's really no reason for the A-listers to get all gussied up on Oscar night so they can kiss each other's ass....deep down they all know they're fakes. <br /><br />1. <strong><em>Black Ice</em></strong>. -Starring Ice Cube and Ice T as renegade cops on a mission to stop an evil Columbian drug cartel.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-38225748498017869092009-01-10T23:12:00.000-08:002009-01-25T13:22:35.251-08:00Random, random, random8. "Bed knobs and Broomsticks".... A childhood favorite of mine. Cockney accents, witchcraft and Jessica Fletcher, what more could you ask for? <br /><br />7. Speaking of cockney accents, if I bring a child into this world I thought it would be delightfully funny to speak only certain words in a thick, British accent in front of the young'n. For instance the word "Blueberry" would be "Blooberrie". As a result he would acquire a charming accent (but only for certain words). This would confuse the rest of the world but would bring me joy and great satisfaction.<br /><br />6. I feel that I am the best bath towel folder in the world. I've had people comment on my towel folding prowess. Bow down. <a href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/T413031a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/T413031a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />5. Drinking coffee and then urinating results in urine that smells like coffee....it's like enjoying the wonderful, warm aroma all over again. <br /><br />4. French's yellow mustard always gets under fingernails.<br /><br />3. The Discovery Health Channel has the best titles for their programs, case in point: "Half Ton Dad", "I didn't know I was pregnant", "200 Pound Tumor", "Treeman: Search for the Cure", and "I am my own Twin". Riveting. <br /><br />2. I know way too much about serial killers. <br /><br />1. I hope you have a good day.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-17889933534909816362009-01-04T16:39:00.000-08:002009-01-04T16:41:31.358-08:00Eight Foods my English Father EnjoysA guest list, by Martin Butler; stand-up comedian, gourmand, and Adrianne‘s room mate).<br /><br />My dad is British. He’s used to eating weird, disgusting food with strange names. Here’s a list of 8 favorites (or, favourites, as he’d spell):<br /><br />8. Bubble & Squeak. A fancy type of leftover vegetables, if you call pan-frying boiled cabbage and carrots fancy. To this day, this is usually my old man’s Monday dinner, in addition to cold cuts of leftover meat. He enjoys his Sunday roast, but I think he likes the leftovers better. He still thinks he’s rationing for the war effort.<br /><br />7. Eggs & Soldiers. A breakfast dish. You take a soft boiled egg (the aforementioned “egg” in the title) and place it in an egg holder so it stands up. Crack the top the egg with the back of your spoon and peel enough of the top shell and cooked egg white away until you’ve exposed the runny yolk. Then you dip strips of buttered toast (the “soldiers”) into the yolk and enjoy. When the toast and yolk is all gone, you peel the rest of the egg and eat it, too. Unless you’re a child, in which case you’re likely to leave the egg white behind. I did.<br /><br />6. Ploughman’s Lunch. A staple British pub lunch. All it is is a piece of crusty bread, a wedge of sharp cheese and some sort of chutney. Have you ever met an actual Ploughman? No, because they all died of starvation or malnutrition. This is something you’d whip up at home when you were out of actual foodstuffs, nothing you should seek out at a genuine foodservice establishment. No matter how many ales you’ve consumed.<br /><br />5. Black Pudding. In the history of misleading names for British dishes, this one wins. It’s not really pudding. It’s dried blood sausage. Yes, dried blood. In a natural sausage casing. Just dried blood. Served like any pork sausage, minus the pork. Unless it’s pork blood.<br /><br />4. Marmite on Toast. Outside of Britain and former British colonies, no one really knows what Marmite is and no one really cares. So here’s a quick primer on Marmite (or Vegemite, in Australia. Same thing). It’s a by-product of the beer-brewing industry, officially a yeast extract. It’s a deep, deep brown tar-like substance that could just as easily be the by-product of a smoker’s lungs. It has a very savory taste; think soy sauce or Maggi sauce. Very strong stuff. My dad smears this stuff on buttered toast and loves it. In his honor, I’m going to invent a Marmite steak sauce for him to enjoy.<br /><br />3. Toad In The Hole. The “toads” are sausages. Preferably pork sausages; feel free to use black pudding if you want to be disappointed. The toads are baked in their “hole,” which is a batter that turns to a cooked dough when heat is applied, like most good batters should. I suppose, lacking a photo, the best way to describe Toad In The Hole would be like Pigs In A Blanket, if all the Pigs decided to lay on top of their Blankets in a communal setting, like a slumber party or an Independence Day firework display.<br /><br />2. Spotted Dick. You’ve already heard of this one and giggled at the name, but have you ever heard of…<br /><br />1. Faggots and Gravy. Yes, this is the name of a real British dish and not the name of an improv troupe. Faggots, as a food item, are ground meat items usually made with the least-desirable parts of an animal, traditionally hogs. Maybe a bit like hot dogs, but with livers and hearts, and often times made into meatballs with onions and breadcrumbs. My dad says the best faggots are incredibly tender (I know, stop it!) and served in gravy, like Swedish meatballs.<br /><br />On a final note, despite England’s notorious love of beef, all the aforementioned dishes do not include beef. That doesn’t mean beef should necessarily be excluded from any above meal; in fact, a quarter pound of quality deli sliced roast beef and some horseradish would turn the Ploughman’s Lunch into one hell of a sandwich.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-5644389184092069442008-12-28T19:08:00.000-08:002008-12-28T20:22:04.041-08:00My Best of 2008 (AKA the Bestie Awards)Well here we are again, another year down the krapper....with the onslaught of "Best of" lists popping up everywhere I thought I would share with you my bests/favorites of 2008. Disclaimer: even though the items on this list may have existed previous to 2008, I became aware of them this year and therefore count on said list. Dem's the rules.<br /><br />8. <strong>Best Snack</strong>: <a href="http://www.karsnuts.com/main.html">Kars</a> Sweet N' Salty Mix. It's like crack to me....<br /><br />7. <strong>Best Group Activity</strong>: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RupertPupkin1981">Youtubing</a>. This is a major guilty pleasure of mine. Only god knows how many hours were wasted scouring the Internet for old forgotten techno songs from the 90's or grown men crying, but I must say it was worth it. Here's hoping for more productive activities in 2009. <br /><br />6.<strong>Best Movie Trailer</strong>: <a href="http://www.traileraddict.com/trailer/the-wrestler/trailer">The Wrestler</a>. Can't wait to see it. <br /><br />5. <strong>Best Dramatic TV Show</strong>: <a href="http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/">True Blood</a>. Even though I'm not up there with all of the fat teenage goths that live for this kind of shit, I have to admit it's a good show. <br /><br />4. <strong>Best Comedic TV Show</strong>: <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/summerheightshigh/#home">Summer Heights High</a> The extremely talented Chris Lilley has done a very successful job of ripping off "Strangers with Candy" and adding a bit of "Waiting for Guffman" in for shits and giggles. Very funny show. Watch the first three episodes and you'll be hooked.<br /><br />3. .<strong>Best Bottom Shelf Liquor</strong>: <a href="http://www.ministryofrum.com/rumdetails.php?r=327">Castillo Silver</a>. (I may have a problem.)<br /><br />2. <strong>Best Band</strong>: <a href="http://www.whoismgmt.com/index.php">MGMT</a>. I usually hate the shit that the kids call music these days but I wholeheartedly approve of these drugged out, hippie synth-freaks. "Time to Pretend" is a great song.<br /><br />1. <strong>Best Death</strong>: <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views03/0730-06.htm">The Bush Administration</a> See ya Georgie!Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-4221243050810389082008-12-09T18:33:00.000-08:002008-12-09T20:49:58.867-08:00Eight Great (& Fabulous) Gay IconsFor some unknown reason, since an early age I've felt like a middle aged gay man trapped in a straight girls body. Maybe it has something to do with feeling like an outsider growing up (I know I'm not the only one.) Over the years I've tended to gravitate towards gay entertainers and artists. They're pretty to look at and never bore you on talk shows babbling away about their stupid kids (Rosie O'Donnell is an exception). Here are eight people I would love to invite to a dinner party:<br /><br />8. <a href="http://www.dreamlandnews.com/">John Waters</a> and Divine -Every nerdy, socially awkward high school kid needs to rent "Pink Flamingos". It may be hard to watch at times, but it opened my young mind up to things other than white, middle class suburbia.<br /><br />7. <a href="http://www.marcjacobs.com/">Marc Jacobs</a> -If I were like a cigarette, (thin, rich and full of flavor) I would wear Marc Jacobs clothing 24-7. I'm none of those things unfortunately so I just have to settle for his perfume. The man has Spongebob and Homer Simpson tattoos! <br /><br />6. <a href="http://www.fridakahlo.com/">Frida Kahlo</a> -A brilliant Mexican artist.<br /><br />5. <a href="http://www.warhol.org/">Andy Warhol</a> -I love silk screen prints of ordinary objects and dead people. <br /><br />4. <a href="http://www.liberace.org/">Liberace</a> -Liberace paid to have his young lover undergo massive plastic surgery to reconstruct his face to look like himself as a young man. He was also very nice to my Grandma J. and signed an album for her at Mt. Holly in the 70's. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6kw86JgT5PNW7KLoIos86_v2knGYsK3K2x5HlnZPJ4rvU0hRnr0YpsMVV9eHlqQSW7IFNJ8KQyHdZjzPJgtV_yMmbwLPSeeCCBZpAFjj1YJhmR92R-1Mcu3al5gPlWJz_WFk_Zrq6EuA/s1600-h/liberace-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6kw86JgT5PNW7KLoIos86_v2knGYsK3K2x5HlnZPJ4rvU0hRnr0YpsMVV9eHlqQSW7IFNJ8KQyHdZjzPJgtV_yMmbwLPSeeCCBZpAFjj1YJhmR92R-1Mcu3al5gPlWJz_WFk_Zrq6EuA/s320/liberace-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001935776283922" /></a><br /><br />3. <a href="http://www.myspace.com/jackiebeatrules ">Jackie Beat</a> -The most talented drag queen that ever lived...you won't be sorry if you read his/her blog. It's addictive. <br /><br />2. <a href="http://www.joanjett.com/">Joan Jett</a> -A timeless classic. Metal up your ass. <br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.richardsimmons.com/j15/">Richard Simmons</a> -I try to never miss when the closeted fitness guru is on Letterman. Case in point:<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SCJLlSf21Y&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SCJLlSf21Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-15589142758102247932008-12-01T19:31:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:07:19.323-08:00Faux-togI like taking pictures....I don't consider myself all that great at it but it's a fun hobby. It's better than throwing sticks at cars. <br /><br />8. Feeding time at the Detroit Zoo.<br /><a href="http://.bp.blogspot.com/_lORomPtBnYc/STSuc2NZccI/AAAAAAAAADA/c6IzXyKHu5k/s1600-h/100_1087.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBahyphenhyphenUoNf4fvzCPpFMf7iVEUBtcCkfkrGrwwPEpIm6i6-xWMq-m5VVcDxiq6bQSkjicFjSgugYmToF4Zqj6Mm9fSI5mUWcEwU5ZyG9mqVOWphxUw2ki7TEMyLUPyUoWRMnq7o4n5yCmy1t/s320/100_1087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275032874168971714" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbFWQtj6UaErMOHhl4LZDHkOtkqcQ5A7DmbtmIuV1QRbkHV_dOzuJztF0C9vVGmvewDgoKtBml-emXR1jgGT1uSOEhGWJ4CVx7KKTgIc5ixHg5yWiXx_i0EiGIPCyXv067h-SQOk7yul-/s1600-h/100_1058.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbFWQtj6UaErMOHhl4LZDHkOtkqcQ5A7DmbtmIuV1QRbkHV_dOzuJztF0C9vVGmvewDgoKtBml-emXR1jgGT1uSOEhGWJ4CVx7KKTgIc5ixHg5yWiXx_i0EiGIPCyXv067h-SQOk7yul-/s320/100_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033217437437298" /></a>7. I love robots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEjBXlRz9EIbLbP6HKK5ySDNmIyPIz4vM3GkLvhOCrLjP_NLv1xdY3Y0fXGadm8rfr8sNvnLQRY_tKgtrSRLmWHXUkTviBF6qmXlVsu0i_vX1oCD6ab-SWyBHC_ZtXUx5bfisuFb9KB_A/s1600-h/100_1051.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEjBXlRz9EIbLbP6HKK5ySDNmIyPIz4vM3GkLvhOCrLjP_NLv1xdY3Y0fXGadm8rfr8sNvnLQRY_tKgtrSRLmWHXUkTviBF6qmXlVsu0i_vX1oCD6ab-SWyBHC_ZtXUx5bfisuFb9KB_A/s320/100_1051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033457732323666" /></a>6. Bugs.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_1cM9zLKZOTH4UnnnD-32zMG9_uS2ZvjfAnBjT9aiTtM66jiks0XXJs7NkKotej5PVZtkwse2gUiRIIRDhqoV-9nJOVXVTbBYkU7bb41ptXlBde8pHhB5arew3Y5bfU84lRO975XdLcQ/s1600-h/100_1047.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_1cM9zLKZOTH4UnnnD-32zMG9_uS2ZvjfAnBjT9aiTtM66jiks0XXJs7NkKotej5PVZtkwse2gUiRIIRDhqoV-9nJOVXVTbBYkU7bb41ptXlBde8pHhB5arew3Y5bfU84lRO975XdLcQ/s320/100_1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033770195381106" /></a>5. Apples.<br /> <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CMzi21hUhMuNGtEydLLJyjCeLfXvjOPOcohFl2GSzKQtnhBrtFbywHB6nwpNreTkYST6ncq4kYDRI0nBzoOQQzF6v4sDN66k2DMcfdBEC3JhNC3Ei2nW2yz_SyAgvYVkp8RH1jDigSXM/s1600-h/G-maJ.Ornament.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CMzi21hUhMuNGtEydLLJyjCeLfXvjOPOcohFl2GSzKQtnhBrtFbywHB6nwpNreTkYST6ncq4kYDRI0nBzoOQQzF6v4sDN66k2DMcfdBEC3JhNC3Ei2nW2yz_SyAgvYVkp8RH1jDigSXM/s320/G-maJ.Ornament.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275034210697034466" /></a>4. Christmas tree #1<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NCA7Oz5V4ouBsjAw9YD4Flyg39oICR0qiWifJ-rb1g-s4Jpnu_UZXGQmsWU_M6WzY7Vlm5UgPdiYryC-uG1Z-_65wNyFbuLgF4QKdS5G4PWV2jcMAn9GanyzZnYMxYqgOpzUnVGpPuVq/s1600-h/Drake1.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NCA7Oz5V4ouBsjAw9YD4Flyg39oICR0qiWifJ-rb1g-s4Jpnu_UZXGQmsWU_M6WzY7Vlm5UgPdiYryC-uG1Z-_65wNyFbuLgF4QKdS5G4PWV2jcMAn9GanyzZnYMxYqgOpzUnVGpPuVq/s320/Drake1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275034600943883250" /></a>3. Christmas tree #2 <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zTFZwibiAP5eOW3wPoGO_nJQMyYAJNXf29HfmGn2o1Y_X6Q14utp4fsJU_rqdQpmIDAxUaHmSnuTtc2EmkVoVaG3IiQ-A6W-VpzU6xiS47XH1nUpyabyXJegpdA4XLVwpwQpmv-tq-Tt/s1600-h/100_1069.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zTFZwibiAP5eOW3wPoGO_nJQMyYAJNXf29HfmGn2o1Y_X6Q14utp4fsJU_rqdQpmIDAxUaHmSnuTtc2EmkVoVaG3IiQ-A6W-VpzU6xiS47XH1nUpyabyXJegpdA4XLVwpwQpmv-tq-Tt/s320/100_1069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275034848322174114" /></a>2. Glasses<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSZ8YD8bi4qgiPom14LD-BRfMxmHkVQFSlYbGrMXVPoDMJteGl2tXcZCgXhuGHQ0um4orD_BpNl0NqP0nCnUa5dj43vakYNQXbnlHvfV3TMYFOWc1Vqa6z9QxWsBFvSX23fzN5rtWhK0a/s1600-h/100_1054.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSZ8YD8bi4qgiPom14LD-BRfMxmHkVQFSlYbGrMXVPoDMJteGl2tXcZCgXhuGHQ0um4orD_BpNl0NqP0nCnUa5dj43vakYNQXbnlHvfV3TMYFOWc1Vqa6z9QxWsBFvSX23fzN5rtWhK0a/s320/100_1054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035717984825138" /></a>1. I really love robots.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-79796855781084217022008-11-26T11:48:00.000-08:002008-11-26T12:29:44.238-08:00Eight things I dislike about Thanksgiving.8. Tryptophan -An amino acid that makes you sleepy and irritable that results in a shouting match with one of your siblings after dinner.<br /><br />7. The Detroit Lions -An NFL team that never ceases to disappoint their legions of loyal fans. Their Thanksgiving Day game is never missed in our family. By the time the traditional three legged turkey is shared at half time there's no question how embarrassing the game will end for them. Prove me wrong this year Lions. <br /><br />6. "Family" -The countless step-siblings I have to make small talk with. They're all very nice people but I only see them twice a year. I don't have children and I'm not married therefore we have next to nothing to talk about. <br /><br />5. The Fatty Factor -I feel even more disgusted with my body on this day more than others. Full belly and what not. <br /><br />4. Children -This might fall in with the "family" category but I'm going to give this subject it's own spotlight. Once again, I'm not a Mother and I'm hardly ever around children....it's not that I don't like kids but an entire afternoon with 5 or 6 little people under the age of ten can take it's toll on me. I'll be getting acquainted with a bottle of vodka around eight or so...join me? <br /><br />3. Impending Doom of Christmas -I work at a store at the largest mall in the state. A long, arduous day of work on Friday is always looming in the back of my head which prevents me from fully enjoying the holiday. (boo-hoo) <br /><br />2. Broken home -Being a child of the 80's I, like many kids from that era are a product of divorced parents. This means I have to spend Thanksgiving with one side of the family. Don't even get me started on Christmas! (boo-hoo-hoo)<br /><br />1. Cranberry Sauce -There's always never enough to go around.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving everybody! :)<br /><a href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m196/missysue84/NormanRockwellThanksgiving.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m196/missysue84/NormanRockwellThanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-68076494661149911472008-11-20T21:35:00.000-08:002008-11-20T22:07:06.475-08:00Eight Great Guilty Pleasures.As I look around my apartment I can't help but be amazed at the amount of "guilty pleasure" items that I have on my bookshelves, in my DVD player and on my television. Luckily no self respecting person with good taste has ever been in my apartment to bear witness to this smorgasbord of tackiness. Self respecting people with good taste aren't the type I would invite over anyway. They don't drink and they never leave when you want them too. <br /><br />Here are some of my favorite awesome/embarrassing things I waste time with: <br /><br />8. <em>"The Dirt"</em> by Motley Crue -An oral history of one of the most misogynistic, drug addled bands of the 1980's. The band sucks but this book does not. And I quote: "Open it anywhere and find a story to remember." -<em>The New York Times</em> I heard they were making a feature length film out of it. Let's hope Mick Mars doesn't play himself. <br /><br />7. "Eric the Midget" -I recently became a Howard Stern listener and whenever I'm in my car and Eric calls in I have to stop what I'm doing and sit and listen until they hang up on him. If you're a fan you know what I mean. <br /><br />6. "<em>Full House"</em> -It reruns four times a day on ABC Family. It's like a car accident, I can't help but take a look. Oh Uncle Jesse, why won't you be my husband?<br /><br /><em>5. "Showgirls"</em> -I recently became the proud DVD owner of this 1995 piece of shit movie that stars Jesse from "Saved by the Bell" and her various body parts. All of the NC-17 stuff aside this movie is great to watch for two reasons: 1) The horrendous dialogue. 2) The horrific acting. If watching really bad movies makes you feel better about yourself (like me) <em>"Showgirls"</em> is the all time best. It's also great to watch with a group of friends so you can take turns making fun of it. <br /><br />4. <em>"Roadhouse"</em> -The <em>"Citzen Kane"</em> of over the top action movies. Co-starring Patrick Swayze's mullett. <br /><br />3. <em>Wings Greatest Hits</em> -Fall into an audio sugar coma with Paul McCartney's solo project. Just remember, he went from "Abbey Road" to "Silly Love Songs". Silly indeed Paul McCartney. Silly indeed. <br /><br />2. <em>"Paula Abdul's Get up and Dance"</em> -I own it on VHS. Watch Paula sweat her little Lakers Girls off in neon spandex.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hollywoodteenmovies.com/BookDrewBarrymore2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.hollywoodteenmovies.com/BookDrewBarrymore2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />1. <br /><em>"Little Girl Lost"</em> by Drew Barrymore -Drew does a lot of drugs, dates Corey Haim and gets into many fights with her Mom. The endAdriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-25420111068339729582008-11-19T17:10:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:18:22.386-08:00Eight things I know about Wisconsin.I logged in tonight and was pleasantly surprised by the increase in minions I've had over the past forty eight hours. A grand total of five! I then checked your profiles and saw a common factor among all of you....you all live in Wisconsin. A state that I know little about and have never visited. In an attempt to charm you and win you over even further (if it's possible) I dedicate this list to our 30th state and to the trivial krap I know about it.<br /><br />8. Cheese -You make a lot of it. You can melt it on stuff and it tastes better as a result. It's a beautiful thing. With all of the cheese that is produced and consumed in Wisconsin I hope you have good plumbing. Yeah, I went there.<br /><br />7. Brett Favre -You worship him as some sort of God. Or at least you did until he went to the Jets. For a guy that was born in Mississippi, you give him way too much credit in my opinion. At least Green Bay is having a good season so far.<br /><br />6. <a href="http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/Union/4491/beer.html#wibrew">Beer</a> -Thanks!<br /><br />5. The accent -The one Wisconsinite I talk to on a regular basis has a distinct way of pronouncing certain words. For instance I say: "WISS-CON-SIN". He says: "WIZZ-GON-ZIN". There's a difference.<br /><br />4. "Laverne and Shirley" -Great sitcom and I remember thinking Lenny of "Lenny and Squiggy" was kind of cute.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBWm-afiATVPK1sz4e_gwLnO4m73SW0wQqODjYUleX30IKzTgwaq6Fqq2bs5fG7cmyj6KWxb_i90TOJMV9r5GS9lVafLdGkVaB6U4d70btd7aRnXmEvklo7HAb1COa2P7jr0KwlNMv74x/s1600-h/Lenny_and_Squiggy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBWm-afiATVPK1sz4e_gwLnO4m73SW0wQqODjYUleX30IKzTgwaq6Fqq2bs5fG7cmyj6KWxb_i90TOJMV9r5GS9lVafLdGkVaB6U4d70btd7aRnXmEvklo7HAb1COa2P7jr0KwlNMv74x/s200/Lenny_and_Squiggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553121613224898" /></a><br /><br />3. Wisconsin Dells -The only thing I know or have heard about this place is that old people like to vacation there.<br /><br />2. Houdini -He was brought up in Appleton, WI but died as a result of an injury sustained in Detroit (my turf). Thanks for bridging the gap Houdini...you make me feel closer to the people that read this shitty blog. <br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.fantasuite.com/Location.asp?LocationId=2">This place</a> -The Don Q Inn in picturesque Dodgeville, WI. I implore you to visit this website. You won't be sorry. Then tell me what room you would pick for your romantic getaway.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147585781120053192.post-85648905949991016792008-11-14T19:51:00.000-08:002008-11-14T20:31:06.752-08:00Eight things I never had the guts to do (and probably never will)8. Get into a fistfight with someone that truly deserves to be beaten mercilessly. I of course would emerge from said fistfight unscathed and heroic. For some strange reason I've always pictured the fight taking place to "El Condor Pasa" by Simon and Garfunkel, I have no idea why.<br /><br />7. Get in my car and drive to a far away place by myself. I would sleep out under the stars n' shit. <br /><br />6. Learn how to play the drums so well that the greatest Led Zeppelin cover band in the world would pay me large sums of money to be their female John Bonham. <br /><br />5. Live in New York City and go to open mics while trying to survive on a shitty retail or food industry job. <br /><br />4. Fly. (I know I'm a pus*y) <br /><br />3. Go back in time and kill a famous person who has done nothing but evil. (It's a toss up between Hitler and Paris Hilton.) <br /><br />2. Scale the empire state building in a spider man costume like that one guy did that one time. <br /><br />1. Become a renowned graffiti artist.Adriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00784621354228411428noreply@blogger.com1