When I drive.....

I sing.

Every time I am in the car I sing.

I have done this my whole life.

It was on road trips I learned to harmonize with my mom.

Because of this my iTunes list consists of power woman....mostly country.

Reba

Martina

Miranda

Faith

Connie

Lynn

Patsy

Susan

Pam

Suzy

But then I have other girls like:

Celine

Evanescense

Christina

Jessica

Pat

Heart

Bangles

Tiffany

Aretha

Gladys

Patty

Katy

Rhianna

Beyonce

All for the love of the car.

So if you pass me one day and I am jamming hardcore.

Know I have a really good singing voice.

The Cosby Show

So I was sick on Monday

I laid in bed all day browsing Netflix live stream.

I finally decided on The Cosby Show.

I watched 17 episodes. I was amazed at how many I remembered.

Fool I love this show.

I mean remember all the great episodes?

The anniversary episodes

When Sandra gets engaged

When Rudy starts her period

When Theo gets his ear pierced

When Denise has a friend who thinks she has an STD and it turns out to be a bladder infection

Great show.

Good times.

Last resort

So I really love Dick's Bakery.

It is right down the street from me and yummy. I mean not the best but yummy.

BUT

I would be sad if the office forgot my birthday and had to go to Dick's for a ready made cake.

And I had to get the watermelon one.

Or if someone threw me a baby shower and forgot a cake.

And I had to get the ducky one.

Let it be known if you forget a cake for a celebration for me....go to Tulie

The Rapture

So I woke up this morning in a panic.

What if I am raptured?

I mean my last meal was Chick-fil-A

The last treat was a root beer float from Artic Circle

The last thing I watched on TV was Parks and Rec

The last movie I watched was MST3K "Devil Fish"

The last word I said to Bestie was something like buh or awful

The last thing I said to my husband was "roll over you are snoring"

BUT I WAS NOT RAPTURED

Which is good because I need to go to Target and Costco today and hopefully The Rapture cut down the crowds.

Check it

I use two different mascaras every day.

Diorshow Iconic

Diorshow Blackout

Two weeks ago I got a sample of this beauty in my weekly Sephora box

Smashbox Lash DNA

I have never been a huge Smashbox user. I like their blushes and their eyeshadows.

But this is HEAVEN.

Lengthening, thickening, curling, goodness

And so Dior....I say goodbye to you.

Well one of you...this replaces Iconic

Baby steps.

19 Things

I am opinionated but in NO WAY think I am the only person with an opinion

My mind is OPEN and appreciate hearing other point of views because I am rarely right

I like coasters

I recognize when something matters and something does not

I recognize frivolity AND appreciate it

I learned to speak my mind as an only child, as a pol sci major, as a woman, as an LDS woman, in rehab, in jail and in Buffy the Vampire Slayer forums

If my life long dream was realized I would be a country singer

I love the tilt-a-whirl at the state fair....it is like my favorite

My bestie knows how to talk me down

Today is the first day I have straightened my hair in 4 days

I would move back to AZ in a second....and I mean a second

Next year moving is all I am asking for for Christmas

I love and hate my dog all at once

I love and hate my job all at once

I would choose Chick-fil-A nuggets over almost ANY fancy restaurant

My favorite movie is All About Eve

I do not front on my blog. I am human and I let the world see

I shop at Anthropologie but rarely buy things not on sale....and have bought things from there for $10 and $20

Lately, I have had my conscious nag at me and because of such have changed die hard habits. But I will probably always swear

Icons

In this world there are girly social icons.

I rarely like them.

Princess? No

The color pink? No

Jane Austen? No

Taylor Swift? No

The Lifetime Channel? No

But worst of all...

Hello Kitty.

No.

No to you and any of your friends. 

I don't get it, I don't like it, I never have.

And Hello Kitty is huge! Like I wish I had all the money Hello Kitty had. She has makeup, stuffed animals, clothing, and adult toys. 

No.

A Request

So from time to time I get emails from friends saying "you should blog about....". Usually I laugh and maybe include a little bit here and there but this email deserved posting.

It reads:

I have a blog pet peeve post that you MUST address.  I can no longer handle the horrible stickers that people put in their vehicle rear window to represent the number of people in their family.  The turtles, the flip flops, the horrible stick figures.  This must be stopped.  Not only are they stupid, they are just so.....STUPID.  The only funny one is one that has the header "The ASS family".  Then there are little stick figures labeled dumb, stupid, bad, smart (different types of asses).  The rest are just not ok.  You, the instigator of social reform/sarcasam via your blog, must addresses this. I appreciate it!

True that.

Hate them. Hate the Disney ones the most. 

And so Ms. C this is for you.

Although one on the back of my car with a guy on a computer, a woman behind bars, and a dog with devil horns peeing on everything would be clever.

Happy Happy

Happy half birthday bestie.

This picture is my gift to you.

Could be worse.

Hello!!!

Hi. How are you? It's been awhile.

2 weeks to be exact.

Needed a break...I mean not really...but kind of.

But I am back and ready to rock.

Some thoughts while I was gone......

James I had your back until you told the world that you went on American Idol to show the world they should give metal a chance. The only metal song you sang was Judas Priest. So what you are saying is you went on American Idol to sell out, sing Muse, and make a FOOl of me. Got it.

Uhhh look, RHONY.....Crazy. Ramona is CRAZY. And Alex is an ugly model.

Congrats Boston Rob....it's about time.

Pansuits do not look good on anyone. I do not care how skinny you are or if they are shorts. AWFUL.

Only one week left of Oprah....I die.

Miss Spears tickets arrived.

Lady Gaga...you crazy

So I am back again....

Let the blogging begin.

Delish

When I was little  I had this dream.

Whenever my mom and I would make cookies I would DREAM of swimming in Crisco.

I mean jumping into a big vat of Crisco and squeezing it between my fingers and toes. 

This is the closest I will ever get.

This lotion Is.To.Die For.

Thick lotiony goodness.

I have not tried it in cookies yet.