Hangin' Tough this Monday morning...

Good morning folks...



Okay, that's maybe an overstatement. It's not exactly a good morning now, is it? Well maybe for you, but not for me. I slept funny again. And because I can't really remember any details of my disturbing dreams, I'm going to blame my poor night's sleep on the ridiculous American Music Awards.

A little tidbit you may not know about me, I love watching award shows. Not really to see who gets what award (although I do love it when my favorite artists win) but to see the performances. So for any of you who tuned in last night, you can see why I would be disappointed.

Now a sane person would have changed the channel after that horrendous opening by Rihanna. To paraphrase the boyfriend, it was like Cirque De Soleil and your trashiest strip club had a love child. It was NOT pretty.

But, alas, I held out hope that things wouldn't be all bad. To quote The Cranberries, "...I was wrong, I was wrong..."

All I can say in retrospect is that after every poor performance I kept hoping it would turn around. And I kept my fingers crossed that the New Kids on the Block/Backstreet Boys collaboration wouldn't be a hot mess.

Now, to be fair, it wasn't ALL bad. Pink rocked like only she can do, even patting her barely visible baby bump as she exited stage right. Christina's Burlesque performance was fun and nearly has me thinking that I might want to waste twenty bucks to go see her movie. Taylor Swift was cute and classy as always.

And...AND...the collaboration was everything awesometastic. I don't even like the Backstreet Boys and I was singing along. With the very first choreographed dance move I was transported back to my 8 year old self cooing at the guys I was sure I was going to marry. (Don't judge me...you know you did it too.)

Let me fill you in a little bit. I was the epitome of a New Kids fan back in the day. I had all of their posters from the teeny-bopper magazines plastered all over my bedroom walls. I had their faces on t-shirts, I had them on VHS. Hell, I even had their sheet-set on my bed. I was OBSESSED.

So imagine me last night, in bed with the boyfriend sitting nearly forgotten beside me, hands over my mouth, eyes wide...very nearly squealing at the T.V.

Yeah, I was THAT girl.



But it's great, right?!?! RIGHT?!?!?!

Okay, I'm going to leave you all now...I think I may have embarrassed myself enough. If you need me, I'll be lip-syncing Step by Step while folding laundry.

Toodles my dears!!

Humpin' with the Celebrities...it's not always a good idea.

In the words of nearly every immature idiot on the Internet this morning, Happy "Hump" Day. And since I'm starting things on such a lovely, positive note, I'm sure you all can guess what kind of mood I'm in today.

I'm grumpy, stressed, pissed off, irritated, frustrated and scared. Did I mention annoyed? Or tired? Let's just suffice it to say that today is not a happy day.

And because I'm in such a stellar mood, I've got just the topic for you. Now, I could sit and ramble on about the elections. Certainly there are plenty of areas for me to find fault with there. Instead, I'm going to go the other end of the spectrum. The entertainment industry has been mass producing stupidity for awhile now and I feel like it's gone unanswered by yours truly. Well now that's all going to change, folks.

Tips for 'Tards - Celebrity Edition

Mariah Carey is Pregnant

In what world is it a good idea for this chick to be pro-creating? Nick Cannon should have had his head examined for marrying her. But for the sake of all that's holy, what possessed him to not run right out and get fixed immediately upon saying "I do"? Nick, when a woman who is a decade older than you bats her fake eyelashes at you, here's a tip...RUN! Quickly and in the opposite direction.

Skating with the Stars

OH MY LORD! You can't be serious? We're sooooo desperate for "reality" t.v. that we need this show? I'm tired of all of this crap. I don't want to dance with the stars and I most certainly don't want to skate with them. Network Exec's here's a tip- How's about hiring some people with actual creative abilities and have them come up with ideas for new shows with even an ounce of integrity.

Taylor Swift

I get it. She's young, cute and slightly innocent in a Britney-before-Justin kinda way. What I don't get is why we all feel the need to discuss her every move like she's the future princess. To the so-called journalists, here's a tip- How about reporting on something other than with whom Taylor may or may not be having ice cream?

Well now, don't we all feel better? I know I do. Okay, that's a lie. I'm still pretty irritable. Today might be one of those days where a lot of cleaning gets done. Which means I should probably get going.

A quick note though, before I pull on the yellow plastic gloves. You may have noticed a few changes around here. (If not, you're blind as a bat and should probably have your eyes checked...) I would love to hear what you all think about the new layout, just leave a comment or shoot me an email. Also, a note of thanks to Sara for letting me cop a few ideas from her page. She pretty much rocks my socks :)

Toodles!