I guess I'm it.
Four Jobs I've Had in My Life:
Pizza Delivery Girl in a Bowling Alley
Manager at Polo
Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over, and Have:
Babe: Pig in the City
Night at the Roxbury
The Man Who Knew Too Little
Four Places I've Lived:
Park City, Utah
Las Vegas, Nevada
Shows I Love to Watch:
Four Websites I Visit Daily (and more than once daily):
Gmail.com (Almost Daily)
Epicurious.com (If I'm cooking)
Perhaps a blog or two... How DO you all find time??
Four Favorite Foods:
Four Places I Would Like to Visit:
Four places I'd rather be:
Tanning with a book on the French Riviera
Snuggly in Bed with my Boys
Getting a Massage
Accepting my $22 million in Powerball winnings
Four albums I can't live without:
Jack Johnson - ANY
Black Eyed Peas - Elephunk
Dashboard Confessional - ANY (he kept me alive on the loong drives to/from Vegas)
Ben Lee - Something to Remember Me By (he carried me through my teenage years)
Four People I am Tagging:
Honorable Mention Tag:
February 25, 2006
I guess I'm it.
Labels: Me Me Me
February 21, 2006
JÄGER’S ASS MEETS GLASS
Jäger, say hello to the glass.
Glass, say hello to Jäger's ass.
Glass, you've been decapitated.
You never knew what hit ya.
February 11, 2006
I fear I’ve reached a new low. I stalled taking a shower yesterday for a whole hour so I could watch Tyra Banks and guest hosts "Washed- Up- Supermodel- Now- Botoxed- to- the- Max- and- Struggling- to- Make- a- Comeback" Janice Dickinson and "Flaming- Techno- Drag- Diva (or Miva, can’t be too sure)" Kevin Aviance crown “America’s First Transexual Top Model.”
I flipped on the tv while stretching after taking a run - nothing like a dose of commercialism after a fulfilling frolic in nature - knowing I had to quickly shower so I could do my hair and get ready for a baby shower I was attending. Well, after several inward promises of "just 10 more minutes” I finally got to see the gender confused winner give his/her tearful speech on how great it was to finally feel validated and accepted. Slightly anti-climatic; I ended up a little confused myself. For this, I sacrificed my hair and make-up, but a bland face and ponytail would have to do. Kevin would be so disappointed.
Labels: The Height of Fashion