First Impressions

So our little Natalie is turning out to be such a comedian.

Over breakfast this morning she gave her first impression. Waffle in hand she trembled as she took it to her mouth. Took a small bite, put the waffle down and then said.. HEY LOOK... I'm Nana Frances.

Yes, folks. My 87 year old, frail nana, who's been formally committed to a nursing facility.

I didn't say the impression was hysterical, but it was spot on. And we were both shocked that she came up with this all on her own.

What's next? Last Comic Standing?

Taking a note from Auntie Pockets...

...and will supply a list today:

Things that make me happy today:
Yoga

Twizzlers

Water with fresh lemon

Little one learned how to spell her name (and now spells it 25x per conversation. Pretty soon I think she might start talking about herself in the 3rd person like Suede on Project Runway!)

Chocolate pudding

Ricola throat drops- they really work

Fleece jackets- so cozy when the office is cold

Hot chocolate with marshmallows

The Hills- what will I do when Lauren decides she’s had enough of MTV following her with camera’s?

The Biggest Loser – Raleigh couple came close to going home last week. They better step it up!

Pumpkins- We got the biggest gourd for our front stoop

Mums

Salon Kroma- Blake did a really nice job on my do yet again

Love TV, Fear the Internet

Watching tonights Emmy's and there have been some funny acceptance speeches. I couldn't tell you the name of the guy who said, Love TV, Fear the Internet. But I thought it was genius.

I also have a new affinity for Ricky Gervais. Hilarious.

The 5 host thing...eh. Not really feeling it. Heidi looks great. Jeff Probst, a little out of place. Howie... should stick to DOND. Ryan...over-exposed. I actually think Tom Bergeron should just run the show. I laugh at everything that comes out of his quick witted mouth.

Hoping I laugh my way to sleep tonight. Dreading work tomorrow...

Pessimist at the core

Ok, so after my last post I was playing around with my settings and went back to "view my blog" and I got a little bit of a shock.

Darnit. I'm such a freakin pessimist. Look at the majority of my post titles.

I think I find my blog to be a good venting arena- but for my poor blog readers, let me assure you that all in life is not bad on my end.

Promising more cheery posts for the future...

the dreaded task...

The sense of accomplishment when it is over will be profound. The relief. The sense of control over my destiny.

But... I can't for the life of me get motivated today to update my resume.

Bletch...

Yesterday was classic. Without going into too many details, I started tearing up in my bosses office and excused myself - then I came back to my desk and hot-headedly "replied-all" to an email that there may or may not be reprecussions for on Monday. Stuck around a few more minutes but then decided it was best to bolt down the back staircase so as not to see any familiar faces on my way out.

Who needs a high school reunion?

Haven’t yet downloaded the Facebook application to my blackberry, but it is becoming increasingly tempting to do so.

For a while I was content to build my site with current, local pals. Then I realized my current, local pals had about a gazillion more “friends” than me. So I branched out. (I’m so competitive.) I allowed the application to search my hotmail and compare against every email address in my book to see who else I might be a facebook-match with. As the friends list grew, the more tempted I was to make it grow even MORE.

Most days I would rather not look back to high school in the least. Some days I get nostalgic. Did I have a lot of friends? Sure. Do I still talk to most of them? Well, no. After a bitter college experience with some of my HS buds- I distanced myself from a few key chickas. Also didn’t hurt that I left Long Island (the horror!). As a Long Islander you find that those that leave aren’t understood. Why would you leave NY? You’re supposed to either move to Manhattan or live in your parent’s basement until your 40, married and have 3 kids.

What possessed me a few weeks ago, I cannot explain. But I used the High School feature and searched for my graduation year. Before I knew it, I was sending notes to friends I hadn’t spoken to since graduation. An old softball buddy, a neighborhood friend who moved to Seattle after high school and who I lost touch with immediately after graduation, a funny guy from HS who also went to Albany with me.
Some of my “links” are nothing more than that- Do you confirm me as your friend? Yes, ok, thanks. We’re now linked. But for others, it’s been super-voyeuristic to see what they’ve been up to for 15 yrs. You surf their site, check out their photos…discover they’re now bald. Who needs a tacky reunion in a hotel conference room?

One of those weeks...

This week feels like one of those weeks. The weeks where you think you're further along in the week than you actually are. How much does that suck?

The summer cold is still with me, WILL IT EVER END?

Having trouble sleeping. Two nights ago 2am-3am was the witching hour. Today, I woke up at 5am and there was no getting back to sleep. The dog has already been walked, I have already caught up on today's top news and I'm just waiting for an appropriate time to go back upstairs and wake up the rest of the family.

Going to be a rainy, stormy day here in Raleigh. Bletch.
Sour puss, signing off.

What is worse...

..Than a summer cold? Not a whole lot. Its 92 degrees out and I keep putting on more layers. The tissue box is by my side and no matter how much General Hospital and 90210 (yes, I watched the premiere!), I don't seem to feel better.

The fam will be home in a little over an hour, and I think take-in food is on the menu for tonight. Can't even muster up energy to fry burger meat for Hamburger Helper.

So back to 90210. I was sucked in. At the last minute I DVR'ed the 2 hour premiere. Although when I came home from work I probably should have konked out, I decided to veg on the couch. Not only did they bring Jennie Garth and Shannen Doherty back, but good 'ol Nat from the Peach Pit was there too. Thankfully, they gave the Pit a makeover.

Rob Estes and Lori Loughlin are the new Walsh-parents who dragged their kids from Kansas to the bright lights and fast paced Beverly Hills. Alcohol, hidden pregnancies, blow jobs in the parking lot before home room. I was sucked in. I'll be tuning in next week... (Until it conflicts with something more interesting...)

America's Next Top Model starts tonight! Woo-hoo Tyra~!