Cute Overload

This has become a new favorite website in the last couple of months. I do have to thank Contessa Z for introducing it to me.
Today they have a cat stuck in a double pained window with a bunny as well as my favorite (for today at least), Krazy Ham Wheel (it's near the bottom).

Contessa Z is a fan of the cookie stealing bunny. (It's the sixth one from the bottom of the bunny section.)

In case you can't find it or don't like mice/hamster animals, see the sleepy kitty because it's entirely too cute!
Sleepy Tired Kitten
Krazy Ham Wheel
this is my all-time favorite
Nervous Puppies

I ♥ the Dixie Chicks

I’m a girl obsessed today. I went to see the Dixie Chicks concert in Phoenix last night. Not so much because I’m into concerts but more to support them. And I guess in a way I just wanted to stand up for them. I hate to see what has happened, how they’ve been treated. It seems so wrong and unfair. I’m really surprised how taken I am with this story, I’ve always loved their passion and willingness to take a risk with their music, especially in such a conservative genre. But the fact that they have the strength to stand up for themselves when so many people turned against them, and so maliciously, just makes me want to support them even more. I can’t imagine what its been like for them these past three years. And I feel bad that I wasn’t paying more attention to this before now.
I’ve never been one to be politically active, or even politically interested beyond the basic current water cooler events of the day. But the more I read and the more interviews I see about how radio stations, the media in general, have treated the Dixie Chicks shocks me. I’m stunned that people (fans!) could turn on them like that. I guess it’s hard for most people to comprehend how people can hate another person so much, someone they don’t even know, just for having a different opinion or perspective.
At the concert they played two videos, one to support Conservation International and they other was for a trailer for their documentary Shut Up and Sing and haven’t been able to stop thinking about the whole story since then. It all just makes me so sad. It makes me want to be an activist, sadly I don't even know which part I'm most upset about! So Wednesday night I'm off to see Shut Up and Sing, I’ll let you know where I’m at about this whole thing then.

I must say it’s good to know that I’m interested in things other Britney and K-Fed (who btw DC dedicated “white trash wedding” to the newly single Fed-Ex. Also the concert was great, except for the lighting and screens were a little weak, but my work leaves me with high expectations about that kind of stuff)

One other update: Ft. Lauderdale is coming for a visit in December!

Also, I’m very happy that Fox (well News Corp actually) decided to pull OJ’s interview and book. I’m telling you I have a lot of thoughts on this who public vs media backlash and as soon as I have some cohesive thoughts on the matter I’ll let you know.

And I think at the very least, every third time I go to check a gossip/ TV website I’ll stop by a CNN or something more news/politically focused. So DC’s career may have been temporarily (hopefully) sidelined, so not only did they create one of their best videos yet, not ready to make nice,I’ve also decided to pay a little bit more attention to the world around me. So I’m just saying -- not a total loss of three years (plus they had five kids between them during that time!)

Update on the Dancing Boy

Not only did he call -- we talked for over an hour. And he told me that my thoughts aren't random, in fact he said it's like they shed light on a blah object, giving it definition and perspective. I think I might really like this boy. Imagine what he would have to say at the top of the Swiss Alps.

Oh yes -- I'm back

Okay so I know I’ve been gone a long time but I’ve been very busy. A lot has happened well not really a lot but I swear I woke up old and very busy at 28. Somehow I was just magically an adult. But lets just skip over that and pretend I haven’t been gone for all these months on end and jump to this weekend.
It has been another romantic whirlwind weekend. This doesn’t even compare to Level 5 boy. Well it is comparable but different. L5 I just liked, but this one likes me back (and he doesn’t hunt – that I know of so no worry of blood in the kitchen) I don’t know much about this one but we danced. And I don’t really dance, usually I have to be very drunk to dance and even then I feel foolish I feel like we are all frauds (ooh la la yeah look at us all having a grand old time dancing the night away) – to say the least I don’t really ever feel the music. But on Saturday night we danced all night. And he was a good dancer and he thought I was good dancer, and I was a good dancer when I was with him. He liked all my stories and thought I was funny and charming. He was sweet with out being mushy or clingy and just overall makes you smile when you think about him. And I wasn’t even nervous with him and I’m nervous with all boys even boys I’m not even interested in.
Of course he lives on the other side of the country, of course he does, because otherwise it would be too easy. Not just three states away, but all the way over to the other coast, practically as far as he could get without falling into the water (which he doesn’t like at night- the beach that is, he doesn’t like putting his feet in the water at night—not even a little bit).
He’s also a family guy, is nice to his parent and is good friends with his brother; I learned almost everything I know about the boy from his brother, which is actually kind of nice. Because you know they have a good relationship and that means he’s probably a really good guy. I like close-knit families, I think it makes for nice holidays and good husbands. (Yes I know it a fairly arbitrary assumption but I think it helps when you are raised with good examples.) I’m close to my family and I think it’s important place to have common ground. If you value the family you came from I think you are more likely to value the family you choose to create.
We talked about traveling and he said we could go anywhere and I suggested Switzerland mostly because I imagine it incredibly romantic and we could ski and eat chocolate and walk around in fabulous winter coats and buy cuckoo clocks. And he agreed to it. He thought it sounded just as a fabulous as I did.
He’s an artist and a businessman, and quirky dresser. He decides on projects and becomes completely dedicated to them till he’s done or however he decides to move on. And he’s quite and smart and has these deep thoughts and really good explanations.
He hasn’t called and its already 10pm there. So I could be on the same path as L5 (who never did actually call although he did text me once). Or I could be in an overly romantic mood because I was at the perfect destination wedding this weekend, and my sister is getting married next weekend and one of my best friends is getting married between Christmas and New Years and has a fabulous story to go with what will be a fabulous wedding.
But really I danced with this boy all night, and he plays soccer. I think I’ve told you my ideas on boys playing soccer in the park, again with the arbitrary. But even if he doesn’t call and we don’t ever meet up in Switzerland or anywhere else its nice to know that there are still boys out there that flip my stomach and make me smile without thinking. (It’s also good to know I’m not all bitter and jaded, not that we thought I was even close to that.) And what’s even better it to know that the world hasn’t really run out of good guys – not that we thought that either ?

When I wake up...it will be my birthday.

So leave me a comment. Sing me a song. Give me my birthday wish.

How much do my emoticons rock!

A Candy Crush?

So one of the best things that can happen when you have a crush who doesn’t like you back is to go get a new one. A cute boy at work gave me a piece of candy today, and I think that may have done it. Not that I’m over L5 – I’m just not going to obsess any more because its painfully obvious that he’s not liking me like I’m liking him. And really what can you do. Nothing but get a new crush. Now this was just one little piece of candy so it’s not serious. (Although he only had four pieces and gave me one, even though he wasn’t going to be able to get anymore for several hours.) But L5 doesn’t call, probably because he’s waiting for his L5 to call and that I realize is the cycle. Everybody likes the person to their right, it amazing that the human race can flourish the way it does.

Horoscopes Lie

I know you are all just dying to know how my super sexy hot Saturday night went. Pretty much how you would guess. Totally not super hot or sexy. Well I of course was as were my friends but the music was loud, the place was crowded and only one boy came up to talk us. He complimented one girl’s dress and my earrings. That was the extent of the flirting that went on all night. Unless of course you count the drunk boy getting out of the cab as we were leaving, but he still had a girlfriend in the car so I don’t think that counts. I was thinking about were we may have gone wrong. I was thinking it was the eyelashes. We ended up not putting them on because we were just to over it by the time we left the Flamingo BBQ. (Oh yes I said Flamingo BBQ—and it was as great as the title itself. Margarita machines, blow up boats filled with beer, a chocolate fountain, and a guacamole bowl the size of my head, not to mention a whole layout pulled pork and tiny hotdogs wrapped in bacon. Plus there were garden flamingos with party hats on and flamingo lights hanging over the pulled pork sandwiches. It was actually quite an impressive layout.) So as I was saying it could have been the lack of eyelashes or it could have been the loud music. And it wasn’t so much a singles event, not to say there weren’t single men, because there seemed to be, they just didn’t seem interested in mingling with the ladies, not just me and my friends but all of the ladies. But the night was not lost, the GoGos did play and were quite enjoyable and I there was a silent auction. I was outbid on the first two seasons of Popular but I did when three hours of indoor rock climbing. And the company was good fun, plus it just nice to get out once in a while and try something new. Plus now I’m all signed up for rock climbing and we all know that deer hunters like sporty girls right

I think it's going to be a fun day

So this is my horoscope for today

Quickie: Fulfill all your curiosities now, and try everything that has been intriguing you.

Overview: Your inner Goody Two-shoes takes a nap, which is perfect, because your inner wild child wants to come out and play. You've had enough with finishing what's on your plate and doing what's good for you. It's time for fun!

People it's Saturday and I'm tonight off to what could only be described as a Jdate extravaganza. The GoGos are playing, there's a casino, a silent auction. After all it is "One of Los Angeles magazine's "Top 10 Coolest Things to Do in July" for three years running, the Tenth Annual Justice Ball is your best chance to dress up, get down, and let go!"

People I'm so ready to dress up and get down. I'm straightening my hair, wearing my sexiest (aka only) black dress. Ooh and I'm wearing fake eyelashes (the good kind from Sephora, not the Halloween kind!) and I'm thinking pedicure for the summer toes. People I may even dance without drinking -- ha -- I kid. I can't do that without the T-Babe.

So L5 won't be there. But with this kind of extravaganza you just have to open yourself up the possibility of something new, something off the list. Please I take a list to the grocery store and its less that 50% of what's in the basket by the time I get to check out. And maybe it would be fun to have a real date instead of a real crush-- maybe just maybe.

I think I'm approaching Level 5

So I’ve been trying to write this blog for days now. I’ve just become obsessed and too distracted to write it anything down. So a lot of you realize this means one thing, I’ve met a boy and I have a crush. I’m kind of notorious for these crushes. I think I love having crushes, it makes the days between boyfriends a little more intesting. And I’m starting to realize I have levels of crushes.
Level 1 being the nice man at Whole Foods who buys his wife a pint of milk on his way home from work, even when its raining. Level 2 I’d have to actually have talked to the guy and he probably had some trait/interest/talent that I found very appealing. These two are more momentary crushes. I’d say a Level 3 would be a guy I’ve met who seems great, really want to go out with him maybe we go on a date and then something arbitrary happens and I’m over it. Level 4 requires a couple of dates then I realize why we aren’t quite right for each other. Then there’s Level 5. Level 5 I’m just head over heels, sure we must have some kind of future together. Any logistical problems like the fact he doesn’t realize how crazy I am for him or that he lives three states way don’t seem to be a factor in the practicality of having this level of a crush.
When I get these crushes (really at any of the levels) it’s all I talk about for days and days. And let me tell you I have very patient friends. They get calls and IMs from me on a moment by moment basis about whether he likes me, what I should do next, what they think he will do next, what do they think he means when he says – well pretty much anything. This is when it would help to like a guy who has a myspace page. It’s so much easier to stalk them and find out all their likes and dislikes and their friends likes and dislikes and what it means when he has friends with those likes and dislikes. You can see how this might snowball for me.
Really I can go right over the edge when it comes to Level 5 boys. I think its because I’m so excited about meeting “the one.” I’m always wondering if this is it, if I should remember every moment because in 20 years when we are looking back we’ll be able to talk about when we first met. In fact meeting people and trying to picture us ten years down the road seems to be a hobby with me. It could just be the amount of free time I have to think about all of this.
Anyway I can tell I really liked this boy because I got too nervous to say anything, my usual chatty cathy-ness was out the window. My mind was literally blank. No thoughts. Nothing witty or charming or even barely interesting to say. I made this boy explain the intricate details of what happens to his catch after he goes hunting. (mostly I was worried about having deer blood staining my kitchen counters). Really who asks about that!
So here I am at phase one of a Level 5 crush that seems to have little long-term promise. But you never know what the future holds.
After all there is this high school couple most of us know, they were sure they were meant for each other. The girl moved away in the middle of high school but that didn’t seem to stop them. The boy moved to her in college. And somehow have a fairly curvy road they ended up together.
So anyway that’s were I’m at, that’s were I’ve been, at a phase one level 5 obsession.

This is so lame...

People here’s the thing, I want a sidekick, need a sidekick. But really I don’t need a sidekick. Nobody emails me when I’m sitting at my computer and they are sitting at their computer. Who’s going to email me when we are all away from our computers? Maybe if we all got sidekicks we would email each other more.

(yeah I'm still not over the decorative type thing)

(By the way just want you to know, I don't have a formatting bar to make this all easy because I use safari, apparently this is all much easier when you use explorer or something else.)

I love HTML

The things you can do

Imagine they created the entire internet with this stuff!

kleptomaniacal showgirls

For those of you who don’t read Purrs & Scratches this is the funniest article I’ve seen in a while.

Transvestite gang pesters Magazine Street

I will paraphrase with the quotes I like best.

[she] eyes the door, ready to flip the lock at the first sight of the ringleader’s pink jumpsuit and fluorescent red wig.

The last thing [they] expected to threaten their survival was a crime ring of transvestites.

…like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls, … using clockwork precision and brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.

All of a sudden our UPS guy dove out of the store and tried to tackle them and there’s little Eric from next door on the sidewalk with a bunch of stuff he managed to grab from one of the guys.

In the ensuing weeks, the gang of transvestites continued their reign of terror.

So the store-owners created their own watchdog system unofficially known as the “Drag Queen Alert List,” a comprehensive phone roster of every business on the block with stars next to those who carry guns.

They’re kind of confused because they think they’re women so they don’t mind hitting women, but they’re dudes. If you get hit by one it’s like getting hit by a dude.

** Did you notice my new skill of bolding and italicizing?
It was subtle I know.

Wednesday’s Child

How can I possibly be a Wednesday’s Child. Full of woe? Me? That makes me sad just thinking about it. Of course they try to put a nice spin on it:
You are a serious person, and try to change things that seem unfair. You make the world a better place! That just means I get pissed off when people cut in front of me in line or on the freeway or when someone gets more a bigger piece of cake, because really it’s just not fair! Man this sucks! If I had come just a little bit earlier I could have been Tuesday’s child, full of grace, having many talents, and are fun to be around. You dance through life! But no I was a procrastinator and now have no coordination or rhythm and make a horrible cheerleader. Sad. It’s not like I can turn the clock back now. But then again I could just start celebrating my birthday a day early and maybe I would get the late bloomers grace? Maybe?

So right now I’m staying with my friend Emily (she’s probably a Monday’s Child- but I don’t know for sure) and yesterday we decided to brave the rain and go to Whole Foods. So we get about one block and it occurs to me what I’m wearing. A pair of black and white swirly rain boots, a green skirt, a brown shirt, a navy blue wind breaker/rain jacket, an orange backpack, a black and white polked dot purse and an almost turquoise umbrella. Not that I’m particularly fashionable in the first place, but realizing I left the house in such an outfit without so much as blinking an eye makes me worry. Just a little. It’s not like I’m four and wearing all of my favorite things. At some point I was trying to put and outfit together and then I just got off course with functionality of it all (there were a few favorites in there- but still). Of course I’m the same person who wants to buy a zip up Washington DC sweatshirt of the side of the road.
So there we were checking out, and there was this nice, attractive man in front of me – he only had a quart of milk. And he commented that I had about enough food for a week. He probably thinks I do my shopping every Monday. Point being, even though I put away the umbrella and took off the jacket, I still don’t think I was wearing and outfit to meet my husband to be in. (Yes he was married I checked, and how cute is it he stopped by the store on his way home (in the rain) to pick up a bit of milk for his wife at home). He was just so charming in those few minutes that you just wanted to ask him how he met his wife and were one should be hanging out to find such a catch. Of course he could probably see that I was a Wednesday Child and thus too full of woe, so there was little point in directing me to the ultra charming because my woefulness would just bring him down. And really charmers look out for each other and don’t reveal to the woeful the secret perfect husband hangout.

Perhaps my lack of color coordination shouldn’t come as a surprise, it turns out I’m also the kind of person who not only leaves an Oreo in the pocket of a sweater but can actually pack that sweater and not realize there’s been an Oreo in until I’m wearing it on my way to work and realize there is no place to throw the Oreo away so I have to put the Oreo back in my pocket.

What Child Am I?

Time for an upgrade

As I’ve mentioned I’ve been in DC for the last two weeks and before that I was in Phoenix visiting my family. And really I can’t believe I don’t have cable. Now in my own little world that’s fine. During the regular TV season there is more than I can watch. But come summer it all just stops – especially if you don’t have cable. For instance – The Hills, now why I care whatever happened to LC and Jason I don’t know but it makes for great summer watching, but I’m all about the 10 spot for mtv – even Making the Band 3, I love P Diddy. Sadly the Hogan family has caught my interest. In fact it kind makes me glad I’m on my way to being old, I wonder if older people like less TV.
Also Kathy Griffin: Life on the D-List, surprisingly funny, I guess not so much surprisingly because she is a comic but still, she can be hit or miss I would think. Oh funny thing: I was once a temp for Stella Stolper for two weeks and she was just kicked off Last Comic Standing and it turns out she has this whole dirty housewife/moms bit—I love seeing people I know on TV.
Okay now I know you aren’t going to believe but the Janice Dickinson show—I’m shocked but its good stuff. 4400 also very enjoyable. HGTV in general can occupy me for hours.
Ooh and Made—I love watching Made—everyone gets to become who they want to be in highschool, I wish they had grown up Made, Faking It isn’t really the same—and I believe its been cancelled. But I don’t know what I would even want to be made into these days. Maybe a well spoken, defined ab, scientist.
So to say the least everyone but me and well Catherine (but she has two babies and a toddler) has cable. I think this maybe the summer to upgrade.

Still not cool enough for myspace

There is so much to talk about. I’ve been traveling for the last three weeks and I still have another week and a half before I’m home. I’ve had a great time in Phoenix and DC and have done a ton of stuff but really what I want to discuss is myspace. The black hole of time that is myspace. I still don’t understand it. I don’t know what you do, I can’t think of any good comments to say to people. But I almost have twenty friends and that’s exciting. I figured out how to put the sky on my background and have a pink border. I think my friend’s little sister must think I’m super uncool. First I call her in a panic from across the country saying she must add me as her friend so I can email her and have her explain how to change the background on my page. (now really the coolest move but in my own defense I did figure it out – mostly because I was to impatient for to get back online and do it for me) Anyway she called my page “cute.” For a girl in high school who’s cool enough to likes black and white pictures and has some really thoughtful comments on her myspace page, I don’t think cute and cool are synonymous. But really should I be concerned what she thinks? Well after looking at her page--maybe a little. She has some great photos and she seems incredibly interesting. Funny because I don’t remember her having to much to say to whenever I came by her house. She has the best picture that says “I belong here” (its just a great picture of the mountains and sky meeting – I’m pretty sure in AZ) now I don’t know how she meant it because that’s all its says but I’ve been obsessing about it. Its such a deep statement. And the fact that she even knows. She’s 16. And she has this moment of knowing who she is and where she fits into this world. I just think its kind of amazing, well for anyone, but especially for someone who is sixteen. I kind of wonder what she would have done with my myspace page.
So this whole project makes me want to go out and buy a HTML book because that is some cool stuff and I just really don’t know much about it. The fact that you can just write internet pages with letters and numbers and they all mean something even though its all kind of fake just amazes me. I really wish my rocket scientist husband would come home and explain it to me, because I swear the internet doesn’t really exist except in my computer which I just can’t really wrap my head around that whole concept. Its kind of like a spy and decoder thing—mystifying.

I hope I'm not becoming an insomniac

So I can’t sleep tonight. I’ve been trying for the last hour or so – this is almost never happens to me. But I’m excited tonight and I feel I have a million things I have to do and I can’t really do any of them at 1:30 in the morning. I’ve started looking at houses and condos in the last couple of days. It’s exciting and overwhelming. I don’t know why I’m worried I have lots of friends who have bought houses and they all seem fine. Nobody seems to crazed about it. So it’s only been the last six hours or so that I realize that this is totally going to happen for me, I even went to home depot to look at new bathroom and kitchen fixtures. I could be living in a house with a yard by then end of the summer. Change and the possibility of change is always exciting. I keep thinking about color schemes and bathroom storage. I have no idea what colors I would get but I would like a circle dining room table. This was my first week off in ages. I know most people don’t just get weeks off all the time and its good that I haven’t had a week off because that means I’m working which is always good. But that first week off there is so much to do. The number of people having babies by the end of the year is out of control, and I want to make baby quilts for all of them. So I spend a lot of time driving down to Newport Beach because that’s the fabric store I like best. I ran out of fabric on this one I’m almost done with which means I have to get back down there tomorrow. Three hours is a lot of time for fabric but they have the best selection. I know I must sound boring but I’ve been on a health kick this week which is ending tomorrow. Well not so much ending just moving on to another phase. I’ve noticed that when one is on a very restrictive health plan its makes them very unfun to go out with. I’ve had to turn down seemingly fun dinner offers. And sitting around watching tv all day isn’t nearly as much fun without the company of Wendy’s or Hershey’s. But I do feel healthier and it was only a week so I guess its all been worth it.
Back to the house thing, do you think I’m the kind of girl who lives in a house with a blue living room? I know I can’t go pink, maybe green, a peaceful spa green seems fairly neutral but not so neutral that its tan or some variation of tan. But it occurs to me that maybe living room only look good in color on television, maybe beige doesn’t read well on the screen so they always go with great colors but you know in real life beige is very popular, and it does look nice, variations of eggshell and what not. Several friends have colorful kitchens and dining rooms so I think I’m fine there, but I don’t know if I’m a yellow kitchen kind of girl I have a blue kettle I really like and I think it might be nice with a yellow backdrop. You know what I want when I move a kitchen aid mixer, and they come in a million colors. Kelly I seriously don’t know how you deal with being an insomniac – I’ve only had it one night and I’m going crazy. If I hadn’t just finished this whole healthy body thing I would totally have a drink. One would think I would have some kind of sleepy tea in my cupboard.
I hope you are all well, and your summers are off to a good start.

My First Interview

You guys should get a kick out of this one. It features me. It's my first interview, now I know we already have a real reporter in our group so I won't be making this a regular thing but this since this is a me centered episode I thought I would post it.

my first interview

So this is my last night in Vegas, sad I know. Turns out I'm not a big "party Vegas girl" but I am a "pool Vegas girl" I've managed to lay out before work the last two mornings. And tomorrow is pool and spa day! Almost makes me want to be a regular Vegas-ian? (Don't worry that's only - almost)

Happy Memorial Weekend!!

Barry and Bachelor Update

Okay so there was no Barry and no bachelors. It was the saddest thing I’ve seen in a while. We go to the box office to pickup our tickets and she was like sorry we have bad news, the show has been cancelled due to technical difficulties. The way the jaws dropped around me… we thought for a moment we were on candid camera. But no she assured us it was not going to happen. So we walked away stunned, a little numb to the news. But then we realized we could still perhaps meet the man. So we head back to the stage, a line of older women who had planned this weekend around this event. Nobody had told them yet, but you could slowly see the news break down the line. I thought the scene at the box office was bad, but this, this was disbelief then shock and hurt then anger. They weren’t going to stand for this, they had come from all over the country, the world. These New York women had no intention of leaving without seeing Barry. A couple of about 60-70 had come from England to see this show this weekend. They booked it in February for their anniversary. They came from England to LAS VEGAS TO SEE BARRY!! The husband was not going to let his wife down and demand they somehow make up for this catastrophe. The wife turned to me, still stunned, looking at me, asking me if this was all true, was this happening. People disappointed old people is seriously the saddest thing. People love the Barry. So we were off to recover with a little bit of Mexican food and some deep thought conversation. Then we were back to our hotel and since I fell asleep in the cab back I realized I was too tired to go to a bachelor party. Good thing because as one of my friends pointed out I probably wouldn’t want to be attending a “Vegas Bachelor Party.”

But do not despair because it turns out when you hold your breath till you turn purple you get what you want (good to keep in mind). I got to go to the Sugarland concert that they had at the pool last night. Not only did we get our tickets comp-ed but we also were put up in a bungalow and it turns out that two bungalows down was a group from Budweiser. They gave us free beer. So last night was perfect summer night weather, we all had lounge chairs, and nice co-workers, and free beer, and we got to make fun of the slutty girl who was dancing in a way her mother would never want to see and then eventually took her clothes off to reveal a cute bathing suit top but the bottoms didn’t match which made us believe that it wasn’t actually a bathing suit. So overall a good night.

To come – my most embarrassing moment – trust me it’s a whole other story that requires its own entry because its gotten so out of hand.

For a sneak peak of my most embarrassing moment or if that doesn't work just look for Rock Honors and a video or two should show up.

Back in Vegas

People I might be a Vegas girl! I know it’s early I always get excited the first day of everything but I’m staying at Mandalay Bay and I love my room, not an exciting view but its nice and I like the bathroom, it’s huge. I even a did a Vegas dance – I do love the Vegas dance, the arms are all a twirl, if I could tap dance my Day One Vegas Dance would be “fierce” (a little Tyra I know). This trip has had quite the kickoff, even met someone on the plane. Not what you are all thinking just a chatty guy in for a bachelor party and some real estate expo of sorts. It was funny I was all worried about sitting next to him because he was so chatty. But then this girl sat between us who was so chatty that he commented to me, very funny. Originally we had considered sharing a cab with one of the guys I work with but then the show had a shuttle pick us up and somehow he/we managed to have him come along. We made jokes about how I wouldn’t just invite a stranger off the plane to come in our shuttle. The whole thing was just a crack up. So at the very least I could have some fun after… I meet Barry Manilow. Yes I’m meeting Barry; I guess we are going to the concert first so it should all be fun. Sugarland is performing here too, I’m hoping to maybe if hold my breath till I turn bright purple I’ll get to go. We’ll see. I’ve never been to a bachelor party, I’m thinking I haven’t ever really been to a bachelorette party either, so for my first night in Vegas I’m meeting Barry and bachelors, how exciting, it might even lead to a Day Two Vegas Dance, it is possible my arms could just fly out with all the twirling about. Ooh and I’ve moved my ticket to the end of day Friday so I can have a bit of pool time and a massage. I love living it up in Vegas.

Oh need a horrifying read? Pickup a copy of “The Book of Horrible Questions” by Smith and Doe.

Ooh and somebody offered to marry me in Adelaide next year!!