Traffic Nonsense

I don't get why you have to signal if you 're in a turn only lane.

I don't get why people will not move to the left when you are trying to merge onto the freeway.

I don't get why people don't make a call on their cell phone until they get into the car.

I don't get why people tailgate you when there are other lanes open.

I don't get why people have to get into the fast lane and then go slow.

I don't get why people will speed up so you can't pass them and then slow down.

Loser!!!

Ok, so I totally wasn't going to look up Michael's score to see if he won #8 before the race. I really, really was going to watch it blind. Okay, I totally caved. I'm sorry, I couldn't stand it! I had to know. I'm weak, what can I say. I'm a loser. I can live with that. I hate me.

OMG!!!...Part 2

This is the Mark Spitz I grew to love during his Olympics (1972)...

This is him now.

Something's wrong here! Or is it just me?

OMG!!!

Okay, I can't stand the pressure. Michael Phelps is amazing and I love him. I don't care that he has a freakishly long torso. I don't care that he has freakishly short legs. I don't care that he has freakishly long arms. I do care that he wears a size 14 shoe cuz us girls know what that means! After all he is perfect. I have to tell you that I can't take the pressure of his races so I have to look up the scores before I watch him race. I have to know that he won before I watch him race. I know, Brien thinks it stupid but he doesn't hyperventilate like I do.

Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm so excited for Shawn and Nastia.

'Merica...

Oh no, say is isn't so. Bernie Mac died. What a tragedy. I have such fond memories of the Pretty Girl watching and giggling. I used to ask her if the show was funny. She said yes. So, I sat down to watch it. I'm not gonna lie. I couldn't understand a word Bernie said. Is it just me? Can you understand him? Apparently the Pretty Girl could cuz she would laugh and laugh while she watched. I think that may have been the point when she thought I was "old". I think that is the point when she just gave up on me.

Oh well, all I have to say is Bernie will be missed.

Swing Vote

So I took a "staycation" (stupid word) day to get my tires rotated/balanced/aligned (not sure what combo cuz I haven't picked it up yet) and decided the Pretty Girl and I should go see my pretty one (Kevin). You know, Swing Vote.

It was pretty good. Funny in a bunch of places even though it was painful to watch my pretty one as an alcoholic ignoring his daughter.

I have to tell ya that Kevin didn't look so good for most of the movie. As he shouldn't, considering his character's lifestyle. Oh well, I'll still be there for him when he leaves the trophy wife young enough to be his daughter! (No, I am not bitter!)

That's a Spicey Meatball

Get it? Mama Mia....????? Whatever.

Anyway, I went to see Mama Mia with the Pretty Girl. I wasn't sure what to expect, with it being a musical cast with, what I thought, were non-singers. For those of you who have not seen the movie, and want to, stop reading now. I wasn't so surprised that Meryl Streep could sing because, let's face it, she can do anything. I was surprised to see that Pierce Brosnan could sing. Oh wait, he can't. At least I didn't think he could. Every time he sang I felt physical pain. Now I don't want to say that he ruined the movie but I swear every time he sang he had that look in his eyes that said "I'm sorry that you have to listen to this."

All in all, the movie was good and I do recommend it if you like musicals. Musicals always make me wonder if I made the right career choice. They make me want to break out in song and dance in the streets while passers by join along, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Then I wake up and realize that I can't sing, AT ALL! And my dancing ain't that great either.