RSVP

You are cordially invited to My Pity Party!

Come console, I mean celebrate with me as I play key pity-inducing moments of the past week over and over again in a loop.

Since this is a theme party, please consider the following:
* Pajamas are required
* Copious amounts of chocolate and pizza must be consumed
* Alcohol is a plus

Once the 4 stages of Pity (denial, anger, bingeing and locking the memories in a cellar) have been concluded, the party will be declared over. And while you don't have to go home, feel free to stay here and help me clean up.

My Favorite Kind of Pants Are Corduroys

3000 miles away from family = Casual Turkey Day

Not that we ever dressed up in our Sunday best, but the family gathering on Thanksgiving at least insured we all combed our hair and put on shoes and socks. I cannot tell a lie - the only shoes I put on today were fuzzy mauve slippers.

And as for Thanksgiving Dinner.... how about Thanksgiving Brunch?
After the discovery of the Reynold's Oven Bag, there's no reason not to eat the big meal at 11 am and then laze about in a turkey-induced stupor for the rest of the day, watching movies, leftovers no more than 20 feet away for mindless nibbling and grazing.

If you venture out to your local shopping mecca tomorrow, be nice to the employees. (Feel free to elbow and trip your fellow shoppers, however.) Sure, they chose to work retail, but we all make mistakes.

Too Bad They All Suck

You should see all the posts in draft right now! I mean WOW.

In All It's Politically Incorrect Glory

All I can think about is work right now, which leads to much whining, which in turn leads to what few readers I have left deleting me from their "blogs-to-read" list. So no posts about paperwork and 17 hour days. But I do have this:

Her: You should have My Daddy Got Out Of Prison Day.
Me: We could pass out cute mini license plates to the kids.
Her: Is there an at-home decorating kit for that yet?
Me: How about Baby-Momma-Drama Day?
Her: Or Who's Your Daddy Day.
Me: 10% discount with each paternity test.

What can I say? A lot of my business revolves around prisons.

Cindy's A-Z Guide to Sexy Celebrity Men

There are all kinds of sexy. Either that, or I've got a skewed sense of what's hot. These are all actors; I'd probably need another list for authors and singers. I think my choices were frequently influenced by the characters these men portrayed....

a - arnold vosloo
b - gabriel byrne
c - bradley cooper
d - james denton
e - ewan mcgregor
f - colin firth
g - greg grunberg
h - evan handler
i - jeremy irons
j - john corbett
k - kevin smith
l - jason lee
m - matthew st. patrick
n - chris noth
o -
p - scott patterson
q - dennis quaid
r - alan rickman
s - ryan stiles
t -
u -
v - milo ventimiglia
w - ben affleck:
x - (i thought i could
y - sneak him in)
z - zach braff

And I am tagging: ashley, laurie, kthrne, shesawriter, sqmojo
Don't forget to read sunny and serendipity for their lists.

Clearly

I fibbed.
One long list of sexiness coming up!
(Promise)

Bless You Serendipity

Thanks for tagging me, therefore giving me something to blog about this weekend that doesn't require much thought, just a lot of suggestive eyebrow wiggling and tongue lolling.

(Oh, you thought I was going to throw that list up right now? Sorry, I'm saving it for tomorrow night's paperwork break. Tonight I read blogs, tomorrow I post a long list of sexiness.)

What? It's a Well Written Show!

I'm trying something new: Going to bed at a reasonable hour.

Yeah, it hurts just to say it. And while I'd like to believe that the full 8+ hours of sleep puts me in a better frame of mind and body the next day, I fear I'm confusing my system, which only gets that much rest on days off. Working 11 hours while your mind thinks you should be home all comfy in your jammie pants watching a Gilmore Girls marathon does not make for the most productive of days.

Maybe it will just take a little while to adjust. I'm also eating an apple a day, drinking 8 glasses of water a day. Old school healthcare - hey, worked for my grandparents.

You Can't Tell Me She Didn't Know

My car's name is Bessie.
She's green and cute and has a sensible number of doors - 4

And as of October 28th she is MINE ALL MINE!
That's right, I OWN that car. I have paid her off. No longer will a monthly car payment suck up precious fundage from my checking account. Until I decide to get a new one of course. I picked her out myself, signed the papers myself and upon that final payment, became an adult.

Oh yes, and on October 28th I also paid nearly $1000 in car repairs. Come to think of it, maybe that's when I became an adult.

Taster's Choice

Grew up on Wonder? Love carbs? Hate the word wheat?
Sara Lee Soft & Smooth Whole Grain White Bread is a very yummy compromise. (Yes, it takes a gimmick to make me eat wheat. Now if someone would do the "airplane" ploy with some broccoli I'll be all set.)

I Am Convinced

It is no coincidence that fast food comes in brown paper bags, like the porn of old. Don't let those happy white bags from McDonald's fool you; what's inside is still sinful, and might even make you go blind.