Thorn in the Crown

Ok, folks. This Writer's strike sucks. There is NOTHING to watch. Those of you who know me, and/or pay attention, know that I don't have cable so my limited choices are narrowing down to nothing. Although, last night was entertaining. I watched "Crowned, the Mother of all Pageants." This was really something. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't be supporting such rediculousness but hey, blame the Writers, not me. If they weren't on strike I would have been watching less mindnumbing TV.

This show is about Mother/Daughter duos competing for $100,000. This seems so stupid to me. I wouldn't do it for less than a million. The best part is one of the judges is Carson Kressley, you know, the Queer Eye guy. These Mothers and Daughters are so clueless. One couple plays on the kidney transplant the Mom had a couple years ago. Please, get over it already. She seemed fine while she was drinking champagne!

I really don't think I will be able to stomach many more episodes. I will, however, watch it one more time. After all, it's the only thing on Sundays. What happened to "Amazing Race?"

Road Rage Revisited

Before I get started on my latest episode of road rage, let me say two things first. Firstly, I want to say that this is my tree. Isn't it pretty? It's fake (duh!).






Secondly, I wanted to say that Pretty Girl and I went to Magdalena's graduation last night. She got her Masters. I bet she thinks she's better than me now. Well, she is so I need to just get over it. We took the Grinch with us and a little boy wanted him. I know what you're thinking - "Why did he want it?" Cuz I kept taunting him with it, why do you think? Yeah, that's right. In true Christmas spirit I was showing him how cool it would be to have a Grinch but not letting him touch it. Oh well, with some therapy he'll get over it.


Ok, now on to the road rage. I guess it's not truely road rage but I did want to hurt someone. Why is it that when you are trying to get somewhere everyone on the road knows this and tries to mess with you? No, I'm not egocentric, just paranoid. Pretty Girl and I were driving south on Rural heading home from Magdalena's graduation. Why is it that the public, for the first time, decided that Rural wasn't a racetrack and at that moment decided to go 35 mph? Oh my god people, the posted speed limit is 45 and we all know that that is just a suggestion. Every other time the public is driving 55 or faster. Hey, Pretty Girl had practice, we had to get home. I told her that this is why I live close to work. If I had to commute downtown everyday I would be hanging out of my car and shaking my fist at the drivers explaining to them that they don't know how to drive. I'm telling ya, if everyone drove like me there wouldn't be any traffic jams. Really, I'm a good driver. No, really I am!

nuff said

There is nothing more I can say...

All I want for Christmas is...

Janis!

Really, that's all. Whitney and I went to see a movie yesterday and saw this commercial before the film started:



I want that little girl. How cute is she? So cute. What's cuter than Janice? Nothing!