tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81705217242835550932024-03-13T16:46:41.619-07:00Becoming Ginger SconeA vacation from being meMehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-24857512150439630852012-12-02T13:44:00.000-08:002012-12-02T13:47:07.093-08:00Where. Are. The. Puppies.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To keep busy, I joined Instagram. Actually, I joined it about a year and a half ago but have just recently started using it as it was intended....to post endless pictures of my dogs, food and random things I find funny that no one else does. It's better than Facebook in that all you can post are pictures; no political rants, no articles, no music videos (who knows....maybe you can do this-but I don't know how). Like most people, first thing I did was follow all my Facebook friends who are on Instagram. Second thing I did was search for accounts that I would find interesting, obviously I searched "puppies". That's when I stumbled upon "puppiesinstagram". I started following @puppiesinstragram and oh, were there pictures of puppies. A puppy bulldog in reindeer ears, a long haired chiahuahau in a puffy vest at the beach, a golden retriever in a onesy and so on and so on. Each day at least 10 pictures of puppies, each one cuter than the next. But then @puppieinstragram posted a picture of a human. How dare he post a picture of human when I and the other 302,000 followers of the account want puppies. But shortly after there were 20 more puppy pictures posted and life was good again. A few days later, once again, another picture of a human. OK, this is where things started to get ugly because one thing I know for sure in this world is that if promise pictures of puppies and you don't deliver pictures of puppies, you will piss off about 302,000 people sitting around waiting to see pictures of puppies. <br />
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Herewith, are a few of the comments that followers left after the 2nd picture of a human (not a puppy) was posted. None of these are made up....Enjoy!<br />
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-Where. Are. The. Puppies.</div>
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-Those are NOT pups!!!!!! For the last time WE WANT TO SEE PUPS and pups ONLY!!!!!!!! How are you not getting that?!?!?!</div>
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-This isn't a puppy.</div>
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-Stop posting things other than puppies.</div>
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-No one wants to see this.</div>
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-Are you planning on posting things other than puppies? I would appreciate an answer.</div>
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-What is this shit?</div>
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-What does this crap have to do with puppies?</div>
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-WHERE THE HELL ARE THE PUPPIES.</div>
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-YOU F$%^ING SUCK.</div>
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-What kind of puppy is this???</div>
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-You stink without puppies.</div>
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-WTF</div>
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-What do we want? PUPPIES When do we want them? NOW</div>
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Oh, also forgot to mention that Instagram is great for intellectual stimulation. <br />
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PS. You can follow me on Instagram @gingerscone....and there will be pictures of dogs.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-80258301476006171242012-11-22T20:20:00.000-08:002012-11-22T20:20:24.448-08:00Turkey Bowl '99<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Years ago before greed was disguised as "meeting the needs of our changing customer", if you worked in the restaurant business you had Thanksgiving off. It was a glorious day. A day when you wouldn't be yelled for being 5 minutes late on a reservation for 25 who wanted to sit by the window....no, not that window, the other window. A day when you wouldn't be accused of ruining Thanksgiving by running out of stuffing (really, you fools are going to eat that much stuffing....who knew). A day when you could actually celebrate the holiday with friends and family and co-workers.....whaaaaaat, co-workers?<br />
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Listen up kids, as I tell a Thanksgiving story of peace, love, football, a man-pilgrim, the Washington Monument, revenge and violence. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving morning in Washington, DC in 1999. The leaves were turning, there was a chill in the air, and Turkey Bowl I was about to be played on the Mall. The teams gathered early, setting up hot chocolate and goodies. On one side was Not Buca's (Name has been changed to protect Maggiano's) Tyson's Corner, the more athletic, attractive team. On the other side was Not Buca's Chevy Chase, the evil empire. As the teams met up, pleasantries were exchanged. A crude outline of a field was set up, flags were put around each players waist and team captains met in the middle. The General Manager of each restaurant was the team captain. We were led by Michael (I'm not changing his name, he's a fame whore). Now on first inspection, Michael may not appear to be a dominate force in the game of football, he does however, look remarkably like a pilgrim. It's really uncanny and what we assumed would be an advantage. He's about 5'8, wears glasses and once asked me who my favorite American historical figure was. He was scrappy and competitive and well, we were good looking.<br />
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Now if you read this blog or have worked at either one of the "Not Buca's" then you know these 2 teams have a storied, troubled past in that there is an inexplicable disgust bordering on hatred and competitiveness between the 2 restaurants. Turkey Bowl started out friendly enough, a touch down here, a touch down there, a few laughs and guffaws and an overall fun start to a promising morning of football. However, the score was close. They would score, we would score, we would score, they would score. Jose the 50 year old stocker, who showed up only on the premise that this was soccer, stopped getting playing time. The better players stayed on the field longer. Then the first elbow came, I don't know who threw it or who received it but that was the game changer.<br />
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Suddenly, the flags were not merely pulled off, they were tackled off. People were tripped, shoved, kicked, eyes were poked, and wedgies were given. Girls were wishing they had worn cups. Guys were crying for their moms. No one was willing to give in or ease up. Then on a play that we knew we could score and put the game in the bag, things got ugly. The play was that Michael (man/pilgrim) would be given the ball and he would go left and cut back to the middle exposing a weakness in their defense. The ball was snapped and handed off to Michael, as he ran left the defense went with him and then he cut back to the middle with what appeared to be enough of an opening to go all the way down field. And then out of nowhere, framed in between the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, came the Chevy Chase Sous Chef. Despite the buckles on his shoes, Man/Pilgrim was fast and wily. The chef did the only thing that would stop him, he stuck his arm out at about throat level and clotheslined him. I have never seen someone drop so hard and so fast. I have also never seen someone get up so fast and so comical. As he got up to scream he couldn't, what with the hit to the throat, but a rage filled high pitched feminine screech did come out and truthfully scared us all. Behind his glasses which at this point were only attached to one ear and hanging down the side of his face, his eyes were wild, wild like a rabid dog. His usually perfectly coiffed hair was all pushed forward, as if to give him Beetle like bangs. His shirt was pulled up somewhere just below his clavicle and if I'm not mistaken, due to the velocity of the hit, his pants were actually on backwards. And then the Man/Pilgrim/Beast lunged towards the chef. That's when benches cleared, and the fighting, yelling and screaming began. After several minutes, cooler heads prevailed and the game was called and no winner was named. We spent the last half hour in silence as we finished our hot chocolate and cleaned up our trash, after all we weren't animals. <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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<br />Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-77390554198556382262012-08-01T09:15:00.000-07:002012-08-01T09:15:57.907-07:00Where In The World Is Matt Lauer?<div style="text-align: center;">
Like most of you, I have been spending no less than 12 hours a day watching the Olympics. This Olympics seems to have it all, the ups, the downs, the excitement, the disappointment and Ryan Seacrest. Here are my favorite Olympic images thus far.</div>
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<strong><em>The Queen at the Opening Ceremonies</em></strong></div>
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Make no mistake, this is one stone cold fox.</div>
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Ending speculation that all Americans are douchebags.</div>
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If you haven't read his story it's pretty amazing: Tumor in his leg, botched surgery to remove tumor resulting in permanent nerve damage, brain damaged from hitting the parallel bars, broken wrist, torn ACL-right, torn ACL-left, cleaning the gym to pay for his training and so on and so on. This is one tough nut. In other news.......</div>
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<strong><em><strike>Captian Kangaroo</strike> Bela Karolyi</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Aly Raisman Being Interviewed with Jordyn Wieber Crying in the Background</em></strong></div>
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Why? Why? Why?</div>
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NBC has taken a lot of criticism for their broadcasting of the Olympics and it all started at the Opening Ceremonies hosted by Lauer, Viera, and Costas. As always, Twitter seemed to have all the answers.......</div>
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Last week I celebrated my birthday. I kicked off the festivities a few weeks early with a very thoughtful gift from optometrist, a pair of reading glasses or "readers" as they are known on the streets. At first I thought it was because I was getting older, but my eye doctor assured me that I was just maturing. I was still not convinced as walked to my car and I was feeling a little depressed. Was I getting old, I pondered as I sighed and slipped my hands into the pockets of my waist high Lee Jeans. As I exited the parking lot by turning on my right blinker and subsequently turned left, I was hoping the local news talk radio station would drown out my sorrows. Driving down Ventura Blvd at about 12 mph in the far left lane, I seemed to hit every red light. Well, they weren't really red nor were they yellow, but they had been green for a very long time and to be safe I just slowed down until they turned yellow. Stopping at all the lights did give me time to shake my head at the kids wearing skinny jeans with holes in them. I also found myself with time to glare at the driver next to me who had his rock music up very loud. <br />
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I was getting hungry so I stopped at the local deli. After switching tables 3 times, I was finally comfortable although my numerous request to have the air turned down seemed to go unnoticed. I took comfort as I looked around at all the patrons who were much older than me. I went ahead and ordered a cup of soup and a few lemons for my water. Service was poor, so my unhappiness was reflected in my 7% tip but for some encouragement I went ahead and left a little hand written note on the receipt. "Have a nice day" seemed to balance out my less than generous tip. After a few attempts to exit the parking lot, I was finally on my way home. <br />
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As I pulled up in the drive way, I collected my newspaper from the front lawn and decided I would get on the computer. After numerous attempts to get online, I finally made it! With the temperature outside at 98 degrees and my house set at 78 degrees and cup of hot tea, it was time to catch up with friends on Facebook. As I tried unsuccessfully to upload a photo and view a YouTube video and tag someone in a picture, I realized it was 6:30, time for the national news. After a supper of left-overs, I realized it had a been a long and mentally exhausting day and I was no closer to the answer to the question, "Am I getting old?". But the answer would have to wait for another day, it was 8pm and if I had any chance of getting up at 4:30am for no apparent reason, I better get to bed.<br />
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Did this happen to anyone else when they turned 36?Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-42537249166675490402012-07-23T10:59:00.006-07:002012-07-23T10:59:54.208-07:00Best & Worst of the Teen Choice Awards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
No one knows teen fashion like I do. So it should be no surprise that I was glued to my TV last night watching the Teen Choice Awards. Here are my choices for best and worst dressed.</div>
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<strong><em>Tanning Mom</em></strong> </div>
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I'm surprised to see the Tanning Mom out and about, what with all the negative publicity she has been receiving.</div>
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<strong><em>Kevin McHale</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Demi Lavato</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Miranda Cosgrove</em></strong></div>
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A shimmery mini dress? Yes, yes and yes.</div>
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<br /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-13521049671912298132012-07-19T11:20:00.000-07:002012-07-19T11:20:37.557-07:00Bikini Waitresses<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I love Craigslist. I read it everyday. You never know when a job opportunity may come along that changes your life. I stumbled on this little gem this morning and could not waste a moment in getting my resume out to this fine establishment. <br />
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<strong>"If you are HOT & love to flaunt it, especially in a HOT BIKINI, we want to cast you!</strong>The World Famous <b>Bare Elegance LAX</b> is currently casting <b>Bikini WAITRESSES & Bikini DANCERS</b> (Who knew!)... <b>NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED AT ALL - Call 310-671-3263 NOW!</b><br />If you would like to work in a chill, sexy, night club environment that is exciting, comfortable and financially rewarding, this is a chance YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS!<br /><b>You will be at the club during the best shifts and could DEFINITELY be making more money than you ever have, TONIGHT!</b><br /><br /><b>GREAT</b> Money, <b>GREAT</b> Schedule & <b>LOTS OF FUN!</b> You (and we) are very lucky you are alive at this moment reading this.<b>Thank you & Good Luck</b>.<br /><br /><b>Please call </b>310-671-3263 <b>and ask for </b>Randy<b> or, a manager on duty </b>(Shawn, Sal or Ivan)<b>, to schedule an appointment for an interview.<br /><br />WANT FASTER RESULTS? </b>Email us<b> FULL FRONT, FULL BACK & CLOSE UP FACE </b>pictures of you in a bikini, and your phone number, to: <b><a href="mailto:casting@bareelegance.com" rel="nofollow">Casting@BareElegance.com</a>"</b><br />
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<strong>My Cover Letter:</strong><!-- START CLTAGS --><br />
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"Dear Randy or Shawn or Sal or Ivan,<br />
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Now that I've calmed down from all the excitement from reading your ad, I am very interested in the position as Bikini Waitress. I usually only see openings for Bikini Dancers but <strong>BIKINI</strong> <strong>WAITRESS</strong>.....that is right in my wheel house. You were right, you have no idea how happy I am that I'm alive and read your ad.<br />
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In answer to your question, "do I like to flaunt it in a hot bikini".....yes! A <strong>MILLION</strong> times yes! That is if by hot bikini you mean <strong>HOT TANKINI</strong>. Picture this if you will, a paisley print tankini with full stomach coverage...(with a name like Bare Elegance, I'm sure you agree a little mystery is much sexier). The straps are optional but I'm no <strong>JEZEBEL</strong> so they will stay on. For the bottoms I have 2 options, <strong>the boy cut short or the skort</strong>.......I know, I know I was thinking the same thing....<strong>the skort is really the only option</strong>. Which reminds me, should I wear a swimming cap? Or just the goggles?<br />
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As for work conditions.....I love a chill, sexy, comfortable environment. I can think of no better way to serve food and bus tables in a tankini! As for making more money than "I ever have, <strong>TONIGHT</strong>", <strong>I must warn you</strong> I'm currently a lunch lady. I'm not sure if you are aware of the pay scale of a lunch lady but it does reach hundreds of dollars a week. As for the "<strong>TONIGHT</strong>" part, "<strong>TONIGHT'S</strong>" not really good for me as I'm really behind on my US Weeklys and I would be useless knowing that I would be coming home to all that reading. Would "<strong>TOMORROW</strong>" night work or may "<strong>DAY</strong> <strong>AFTER TOMORROW NIGHT</strong>"?<br />
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As for <strong>faster results</strong> by submitting a picture (Front, Back and Face Close Up), that will have to wait for now. The current lighting is not conducive for very pale skin tone.<br />
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I look forward to your <strong>RESPONSE</strong>.<br />
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<strong>In comfortable sexiness</strong>,<br />
Ginger Scone"<br />
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Now I wait......Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-86596805689093410912012-07-16T09:39:00.000-07:002012-07-16T09:39:03.410-07:00Randy to the Rescue<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Brock had ACL surgery this summer and with a full recovery of 4-6 months you can imagine how exciting our summer has been. For the past month, he has been unable to drive or even get into the front the seat of the car. He can only be on his feet for about 30 minutes unless it is an activity related to Lacrosse for which his body experiences some sort of miraculous recovery which last until said Lacrosse activity is over. We do get out to go to restaurants provided there is no wait and he can sit in a both large enough to prop up his leg, no tables, or no bar stools.......and I've never needed a bar stool more. You know when the blind experience a heightened sense of smell to make up for not being able to see? Well, Brock has experienced increase eye hand coordination particularly in the thumb. Although he can't walk, the speed which he can flip through channels and process what is on a channel is nothing short of amazing. In other words, we have been watching A LOT of TV. I mean the shows we would never watch...those that are on from 11am-3pm.<br />
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One particular afternoon, we settled on "Randy to the Rescue", it was obvious Brock had no idea what he was rescuing people from. For those that haven't seen the show, Randy comes in when you can't find your wedding dress. Randy is everything you want him to be and I imagine him to be the perfect friend. He is positive, upbeat, happy, and solution oriented. Randy doesn't care if you are 80lbs over weight, he will find your perfect dress. You don't like the bow in the front of your dress, don't worry, Randy will make one for you in same color as the cowboy boots you are going to be wearing. The friends you brought to the fitting are bullying you into a dress you don't like, don't worry, Randy will put them in their place and will ALWAYS take your side. You have shitty taste, don't worry, Randy will do your hair and make-up so awesome that no one will notice the hid dress you are wearing. That's how Randy rolls....sweet, wonderful Randy.<br />
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After watching about 3 minutes of Randy to the Rescue, Brock seemed a little anxious.......<br />
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<strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> So what else does Randy rescue people from?<br />
<strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Nothing, his specialty is wedding dresses.<br />
<strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Really?<br />
<strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Yes, really. What did you think he would rescue people from?<br />
<strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> I just assumed based on the title, he covered a lot of ground. Like if your back deck was broken he would come out and show you how to fix it. Maybe he could replace your septic tank. Maybe he knew what to do with a rattlesnake bite. I have to be honest, I feel a little mislead.<br />
<strong><em>Me:</em></strong> I wish Randy would show up here.<br />
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And that is how my summer is going.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-17299992513401004192012-07-13T11:49:00.001-07:002012-07-13T11:49:13.452-07:00Olympics 2012<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Congratulations to Ralph Lauren on his winning 2012 US Olympic uniform that the athletes will be wearing at the opening ceremonies in London. I love the vintage preppy look, the "made in China" not so much. I wouldn't be lying if I didn't say that I was a little disappointed that the sketches and ideas that I sent in for consideration to the Olympic Committee were met with mild acceptance. I do think that sending them back to me with the word "Wacko" written across them was a bit harsh. You decide....here were my ideas for what the US Olympians should be wearing at the opening ceremonies.<br />
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<em><strong>The Real Housewives</strong></em><br />
Nothing says USA like the Real Housewives of (fill in the blank). Inspired by the lovely ladies of the RHW the look for the female athletes would include injections (in face and boobs), short tight skirts, low cut tops, very high heals, designer handbag, catty comments and lots of hair extensions. The uniform for the men would be simple: a creepy goatee, an over embellished T, and dark denim jeans, the douche-bag attitude is optional but highly encouraged. <br />
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<strong><em>The Kardashians</em></strong><br />
Who better to inspire the look for the 2012 Olympians that America's sweethearts, the Kardashians!<br />
Pulled right off the rack at the local Sears, the look for the female athlete's would be lots of leopard print, glitter, jumpers, eyeliner, unintelligent comments and lots of posing. For the male athletes, it really doesn't matter as long as they look good and just kind of stay in the back ground and don't speak.<br />
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<em><strong>The Midwestern</strong></em><br />
No one likes wearing the US flag more than a Midwesterner. Just attend any July 4th picnic and see for yourself. Inspired by the hearty folks in the Midwest, specifically Iowa, imagine the Olympians showing up in sweatshirts with a big US Flag on the front. But not just any flag, it would be glittered, the stars could be buttons, the strips could be red lace and why not add a few lights. The sweats would be simple, no embellishment unless you count the draw string. No need to call attention to ourselves. Shoes would be tennis shoes, something sensible and comfortable not showy...leave that to the sweatshirt. The opening ceremonies do tend to be long and what would any <strike>Iowan </strike>Olympian need? A fanny pack to hold a cell phone, camera, snacks, and safety pins. This uniform is uni-sex and made by Old Navy..... due to the fact that 99.9% of all Old Navy flag shirts are sold in the Midwest. <br />
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Wish me luck in the 2016 Olympics!Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-9344456615178749732012-06-07T15:11:00.001-07:002012-06-07T15:11:45.589-07:00Fart Pizza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love a good suggestion box. The freedom to write whatever you want in complete anonymity is liberating to say the least. So the idea was to put a suggestion box in the lunch line (remember, I work for a school lunch service that delivers healthy food to private schools) and ask children grades 1st-6th what they would like to see on the lunch menu. As you can see below, the culinary team has their work cut out for them. In no particular order, these were my 10 favorite suggestions.</div>
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Ring Pops</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Corn Dogs!</span> Corn Dogs!! <span style="font-size: large;">Corn Dogs!!!!</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
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Ice Cream</div>
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Cotton Candy</div>
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Seconds</div>
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Fart Pizza</div>
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Katsuya (a high end sushi restaurant in Beverly Hills)</div>
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Sour Patch Kids</div>
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Lamb Chops</div>
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No more suggestion boxes (this may or may not have come from me)</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-43134278040863451582012-05-16T11:52:00.002-07:002012-05-16T11:52:27.443-07:00Superstitious, Much?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As you may or may not know, Brock is a High School Lacrosse Coach. Our spring was filled with practices, games, and this year, adherence to a demanding set of superstitions. The season started out pretty average with a 2-2 record, but then something magical happened and the team went on a 9 game winning streak. Now, <strike>sane</strike> most people would say that it was due to hard work, talented players and a good coaching staff. At our house, although we believed all those things to be true, we (by we, I mean Brock) also believed that the winning streak was helped along by the following superstitions. I have taken the liberty of giving you the pros and cons of each one as I think its important to fully understand how I feel about some of these things.<br />
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<strong><em>The Beard</em></strong></div>
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Brock stopped shaving once the team started winning, thus a beard. As one parent asked, "he's not growing that thing out like some sort of dictator is he?". Thankfully, no, he kept it trimmed. </div>
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<strong><em>Pro:</em></strong> It wasn't a mustache</div>
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<strong><em>Con</em></strong>:The beard did become the 3rd person in the house. "The beard doesn't want to watch TMZ." "The beard wants to sleep in." " The beard doesn't feel like cleaning the garage". I despised that beard.</div>
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<em><strong>Keeping Stats</strong></em></div>
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I happened to be at the stat table when the winning streak started and there I stayed.</div>
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<strong><em>Pro</em></strong>: It really is the best seat in the house.</div>
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<strong><em>Con:</em></strong> There are a lot of stats in Lacrosse, which I'm confident I captured about 35% of.</div>
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<strong><em>Khaki Pants</em></strong></div>
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Brock believed that his khaki pants were instrumental in winning. </div>
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<strong><em>Pro:</em></strong> It's Khaki, what can go wrong.</div>
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<strong><em>Con:</em></strong> I have no proof of this but I think he also didn't wash them. Oh, khaki pants would appear in the laundry but when I saw him at the games the pants always had the same Gatorade/Meatball Sub/melted Power Bar design down the right pant leg. </div>
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<strong><em>Spaghetti Dinner</em></strong></div>
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Brock believed that having the team over for spaghetti dinners was extending the winning streak, this one I believed in. </div>
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<strong><em>Pro:</em></strong> They really are a lovely group.</div>
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<strong><em>Con:</em></strong> We have a white couch.</div>
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<strong><em>Washing the Uniforms</em></strong></div>
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There is someone at the school that washes all the uniforms after the games.....but he made a fatal mistake after the 3rd game....he forgot to wash them. In a panic Brock rushed them home and we washed them right before the first game in the winning streak. </div>
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<strong><em>Pros:</em></strong> I'm not sure what you are looking for here.</div>
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<strong><em>Cons:</em></strong> Lacrosse equipment/uniforms have a unique odor. Things I would rather smell than lacrosse equipment/uniforms: skunk, 2 skunks, a family of skunks. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-3187483679167311672012-04-28T18:48:00.001-07:002012-04-28T18:48:10.879-07:00Sloppy Joe's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you experienced 3 or more of the following symptoms in the past month? Dizziness, blurred vision, increased sensitivity to light and/or dander, decreased appetite with the exception to Chicken McNuggets, increased intolerance to Ugg Boots, increased tolerance to fanny packs, hives, occasional limping, panting, or sudden growth spurt of 6 more inches?<br />
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If so, 1 of 2 things is probably happening. Either you have something severely wrong with you and, on the slight chance you are still reading this, you should probably stop and go seek medical attention <em><strong>or</strong></em> you miss my blog. If it's the later, I'm here to heal. <br />
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I took a break from the blog due to the fact that I got a part time job. Yes, the fun and games are over as I now work about 20-22 hours a week for a company that delivers healthy lunches to exclusive private schools. But don't worry about me, I'm yet to work a full week due to the many days private schools get off. I don't work weekends, summers, or any holiday and rarely work over 5.5 hours per week. Glamorous, no. Convenient, yes. Am a lunch lady? Kind of. Does it bother me? Not one bit. But as we all know the best thing about jobs are the ridiculous things co-workers, customers, and bosses say......and this job does not disappoint. Herewith, are my favorite quotes thus far.<br />
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You're a lovely ginger. </div>
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Co-worker</div>
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Yes!!!! Sloppy Joes for lunch!!!! They are my favorite!!!!! I always have my chef make them for me.</div>
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3rd Grader</div>
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Can you draw a race car on my hand? </div>
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Kindergartner</div>
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You seem like the type of person that has a top hat. </div>
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Co-Worker (in his defense, I did lead him to believe I had one)</div>
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Can you draw a bow and arrow on my hand?</div>
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Kindergartner</div>
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I don't like the sushi my mom packed for me? Can I have what you brought?</div>
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1st Grader</div>
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Can you draw a lady bug, peace sign, heart and rainbow on my hand?</div>
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1st Grader</div>
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I'm pretty sure my mom order me the Beef Brisket and the Chocolate Covered Strawberries.</div>
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What's Beef Brisket?</div>
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Same 2nd Grader</div>
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The Sloppy Joe is too sloppy.....I don't like that.</div>
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3rd Grader</div>
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Really, <em>why</em> are you applying?</div>
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Owners</div>
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<br />Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-31714592907025693312012-03-25T09:31:00.005-07:002012-03-25T09:43:18.575-07:0012 Things I'll Never Say<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLH2ADe6UxCACJtEufe0RlnCWCqcUb2OpKA11SsRIziVhbgK_icYDfzumv0oXIorQfxEOl682f_eoaezM3Uo1qvzdqpYXXvCCq2nD2tQUgyKr_PY_V-FVCFpgn5H05gcxowtj9vokJY8T/s1600/imagesCAR3X8S9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLH2ADe6UxCACJtEufe0RlnCWCqcUb2OpKA11SsRIziVhbgK_icYDfzumv0oXIorQfxEOl682f_eoaezM3Uo1qvzdqpYXXvCCq2nD2tQUgyKr_PY_V-FVCFpgn5H05gcxowtj9vokJY8T/s320/imagesCAR3X8S9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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You will never hear me say the following 12 things.<br />
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1. Do you have those Ugg boots in a size 7?<br />
2. No thanks, I don't care to super size my meal.<br />
3. I would <em>never </em>wear a fanny pack.<br />
4. That's off the hook!<br />
5. How much for front row seats to the Dave Matthews concert?<br />
6. I would like to cancel my US Weekly subscription.<br />
7. Is that chicken organic?<br />
8. No, I do not want to pet/hold/play with your puppy.<br />
9. Dear (insert name of hiring manager), I'm excited to hear of an opening for a restaurant manager with your company..........<br />
10. No, I'm sorry I can't make it tonight, I can't tear myself away from this Harry Potter book.<br />
11. Can you turn that gangsta rap up.....a little more.....a little more.....<br />
12. Did anyone catch "Kim and Kourtney Take New York" last night? That show was off the hook!Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-50113168904786088362012-03-22T12:49:00.000-07:002012-03-22T12:49:44.007-07:00Bed Makin'<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">I make the bed everyday. Once every 6-8 weeks Brock makes the bed. Upon completion of said made bed, he often stands back to admire his work as if he had just painted the Mona Lisa. His quiet reflection on his handy work is usually met with a clearing of the throat that gradually gets louder the longer it goes unnoticed. Once I realize that he has accomplished a feat known to few, I immediately shower praises upon him with the same ferocity that I would had he just rushed me out of burning building or discovered a cure for cancer or invented the first ever stylish fanny pack. Yesterday he made the bed.........</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Hey, thanks for making the bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> No big deal, its what a bring to the table.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Making the bed is what you bring to the table?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Yes, along with other things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Such as...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Good conversation. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> And.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Aggressive hugging.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Well, I'm one lucky lady.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> You got that right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's been threatening to cook and/or do the dishes, to be safe I'm going to go ahead and submit his application for Sainthood.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-13120901041591032692012-03-17T11:24:00.000-07:002012-03-17T11:24:22.087-07:00Fire Drill<div align="center"><strong><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzLZSdo22LgkkkBYotG1QLdwkQ4I_mYLP7oagOX1J0oXu3Xc57LuO-xd6_0eQc_QYrrK3TAfoMlycU2ovLCExvgUnyiba-KPgaZ4oz2xhUwlwxzQpYCLkDyPjG14mcKap3rxdR9qwlwNl/s1600/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzLZSdo22LgkkkBYotG1QLdwkQ4I_mYLP7oagOX1J0oXu3Xc57LuO-xd6_0eQc_QYrrK3TAfoMlycU2ovLCExvgUnyiba-KPgaZ4oz2xhUwlwxzQpYCLkDyPjG14mcKap3rxdR9qwlwNl/s1600/fire.jpg" /></a></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Time</em></strong></div><div align="center">Afternoon, March 3rd</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Scene</em></strong></div><div align="center">We are in our home office, I'm on the computer looking at <strike>TMZ</strike> CNN and Brock is laying in the middle of the floor on his back staring at the ceiling.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> What would you do if there was a fire and I was unconscious?</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> (not looking up from the computer) Drag you out.</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> How?</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> (eyeing him up and down) By your feet or pant legs and with a lot of adrenaline.</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> I'm going to need you to demonstrate.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Annoyed, I get up and start dragging him out of the office, first by the feet and then to get a better grip by his pant legs. The carpet in the office was tricky but I managed to get him out and I thought I was home free once we hit the hardwood but I had to navigate a step up and I started to lose interest in the fire drill and proving I could save him from a burning building......</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Keep in mind in this scenario I was the one who woke you up to alert you of the fire and by doing so was overcome with smoke and became unconscious.</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Well, I think then at this point it would be best if I saved myself so I could get help for you....</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> You're kidding, right?</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Actually, no......(feeling guilty I continued to try to move his limp body for another 10 minutes)</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> (exasperated and in his outdoor voice) HAVE YOU <em>EVER</em> HEARD OF THE FIREMAN LIFT?</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> (thinking) Oh, yea....that might actually be a better choice than the pant leg pull.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Later that day, Brock decided to go and play Lacrosse and tore his ACL, so in the next 4-6 months if you see me dragging him down Venture Blvd. via the fireman lift or the pant leg pull just go about your business, keep driving, nothing to see, ignore our cries for help, we're fine.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-74451698568746837212012-02-27T18:00:00.000-08:002012-02-27T18:00:10.966-08:00Oscar Night-Best and Worst Dressed<div align="center">Oscar Night 2012</div><div align="center">Fashion world, take note.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Best Dressed</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Emma Stone</div><div align="center">Red on the red carpet...I don't care. Nicole Kidman wore this...I don't care. </div><div align="center"> I love this! And yes, I will always be partial to red heads....always.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhxsNUsnzDfz1UgFpauMboo01FeSyrEnI7sk9mPMLuz8qQG-4-oEcCZAXDxlXJ5FSsUDvMVdoiIRU3ITkregF76F4NQhK5T3CF1xUCBO_ZbsbzLKiHbf6kpprr5uHP1wByWeZvmBYB3di/s1600/Emma+Stone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhxsNUsnzDfz1UgFpauMboo01FeSyrEnI7sk9mPMLuz8qQG-4-oEcCZAXDxlXJ5FSsUDvMVdoiIRU3ITkregF76F4NQhK5T3CF1xUCBO_ZbsbzLKiHbf6kpprr5uHP1wByWeZvmBYB3di/s320/Emma+Stone.jpg" uda="true" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stacey Keibler</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Those elves must be proud. She looks stunning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNvITJzBUMnpa9GSW8RlCdug9h2qnGL_GY_-gMF72a0dTY0ZVx4ewKeGxibRi84LQdU7a-hzx7DAUmbQ1TolfLSb-86Xq2PcvatE_jMMRlXyQJZuaujA6Ki1oMeYAuhiG-ihkQM6Alosu/s1600/Stacy+Keibler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNvITJzBUMnpa9GSW8RlCdug9h2qnGL_GY_-gMF72a0dTY0ZVx4ewKeGxibRi84LQdU7a-hzx7DAUmbQ1TolfLSb-86Xq2PcvatE_jMMRlXyQJZuaujA6Ki1oMeYAuhiG-ihkQM6Alosu/s320/Stacy+Keibler.jpg" uda="true" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gywneth Paltrow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I loved this dress with the cape better than without. I loved the cuff. I wish her hair was parted down the middle and pulled back...what can I say, I am very particular.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1JiFcOC-T4Ac7hzNsExVhyphenhyphen7vb-awOKusg1xA2V2JzPMXfy_2OwgUUEk7e5AjSYlFb-cjS5wkIgg2M7CfNxK_PoTxWjmY7waQhEbQBIqz6BJSu-CV9AECiZ-LU-0tX34rzIAA2LwdkXSC/s1600/Gwyneth+Paltrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1JiFcOC-T4Ac7hzNsExVhyphenhyphen7vb-awOKusg1xA2V2JzPMXfy_2OwgUUEk7e5AjSYlFb-cjS5wkIgg2M7CfNxK_PoTxWjmY7waQhEbQBIqz6BJSu-CV9AECiZ-LU-0tX34rzIAA2LwdkXSC/s320/Gwyneth+Paltrow.jpg" uda="true" width="199" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kristen Wiig</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I loved the color, the fitted bodice and the fluffy skirt. This also reminds me that I have to swiffer my floor tonight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTqSGDFl0-qQ_89BN6xa2tflSk3zcLgRaSXWSXXvpI2QuGOXu31zw0tNAos-nR6hFs1ArJwThxtqJ__ihIeSF7WUKtDquQ4UdQ_fTrDYKMFnH7vaf4xu5-HOZrWEEYNMYRwsnuEGbeGGk/s1600/Kristen+Wiig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTqSGDFl0-qQ_89BN6xa2tflSk3zcLgRaSXWSXXvpI2QuGOXu31zw0tNAos-nR6hFs1ArJwThxtqJ__ihIeSF7WUKtDquQ4UdQ_fTrDYKMFnH7vaf4xu5-HOZrWEEYNMYRwsnuEGbeGGk/s320/Kristen+Wiig.jpg" uda="true" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cameron Diaz</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought this fit her perfectly and the color was fantastic on her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeVdws4_F_MHSgZYYOl_OUe3Nar8WV5ihwf4elQCPs5His2tP9gRV6h51G8P93m7hAVq1p0NDaWrQnfS_E7PNiipBAUzka6fKDx0zNDhQm_WLK3IVfkB_H5vkbuvnbPdA8Nv6aP59CBc7/s1600/022612_CameronDiaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeVdws4_F_MHSgZYYOl_OUe3Nar8WV5ihwf4elQCPs5His2tP9gRV6h51G8P93m7hAVq1p0NDaWrQnfS_E7PNiipBAUzka6fKDx0zNDhQm_WLK3IVfkB_H5vkbuvnbPdA8Nv6aP59CBc7/s320/022612_CameronDiaz.jpg" uda="true" width="211" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Louise Roe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The more I look at this the more I love this. Kind of business-y, kind of fancy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9faQ0ZSVCAZ11VcH2YSnZ3nrVKZXFRQShJLVvnBB_aRx3C_W5AJxKxEsm4v59fZIsSZbkIm3vc4buTbVd-h1oM3LU2ZMKZB3nlvvcb3oAhd2EiQMRgohtuk4Vcoh-xslIWhROyVQuzGQ/s1600/Louise+Roe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9faQ0ZSVCAZ11VcH2YSnZ3nrVKZXFRQShJLVvnBB_aRx3C_W5AJxKxEsm4v59fZIsSZbkIm3vc4buTbVd-h1oM3LU2ZMKZB3nlvvcb3oAhd2EiQMRgohtuk4Vcoh-xslIWhROyVQuzGQ/s320/Louise+Roe.jpg" uda="true" width="198" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><em>I Can't Explain Why I Like This</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Shailene Woodley</div><div align="center">I like the waist, the details, the color, the long sleeves....everything about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkBhPz936PlL4XmrQPffBo5U_RoQm2i-hK5dpnVUtJfIKPW1L5XuzYeVvy04LBkQBGycJw1QLy1rgVHN14x7JkbcGARRB8TSiz6HqiZetw4jkSKHPdbAAG9WxkPb3PMnYoP1D3f47sUY_/s1600/022612_Shailene_Woodley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkBhPz936PlL4XmrQPffBo5U_RoQm2i-hK5dpnVUtJfIKPW1L5XuzYeVvy04LBkQBGycJw1QLy1rgVHN14x7JkbcGARRB8TSiz6HqiZetw4jkSKHPdbAAG9WxkPb3PMnYoP1D3f47sUY_/s320/022612_Shailene_Woodley.jpg" uda="true" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>Worst Dressed</em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Angelina Jolie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK, this was originally on my best dressed but then she kept doing this weird thing with her leg and that annoyed me, then I realized how skinny she is and that annoyed me, then I remembered she stole Jennifer Aniston's husband and that really pissed me off. Worst Dressed, infinity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lgXCZdBr0PZL13IUFAswE8cqfjztAYVvBfpbQSV3cLxcTBU2zYCx-2DRXOtVZOrNbOTD0AxucpQiDRVltYorPyzH5sGlUUJpgMf0dbArzX06i6oYseoEA8cjYkLUYQPP_K3oawi0H7zK/s1600/022612_Angelina_Jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lgXCZdBr0PZL13IUFAswE8cqfjztAYVvBfpbQSV3cLxcTBU2zYCx-2DRXOtVZOrNbOTD0AxucpQiDRVltYorPyzH5sGlUUJpgMf0dbArzX06i6oYseoEA8cjYkLUYQPP_K3oawi0H7zK/s320/022612_Angelina_Jolie.jpg" uda="true" width="190" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jennifer Lopez</div><div align="center">Dynasty called, they'd like their wardrobe back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRnPUDQPBu57jgiZF51TB8omWBCfrsRlsPaSUfEcgrUdQB4by8XhrD2FPI7kURTR2C6XL8x7cEw2H1GK61U363eYgXHfHpySNfHT8cJhEslHTHgEZzv42YkUwmLAMsWI5-Cuh2mn9303w/s1600/Jennifer+Lopez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRnPUDQPBu57jgiZF51TB8omWBCfrsRlsPaSUfEcgrUdQB4by8XhrD2FPI7kURTR2C6XL8x7cEw2H1GK61U363eYgXHfHpySNfHT8cJhEslHTHgEZzv42YkUwmLAMsWI5-Cuh2mn9303w/s320/Jennifer+Lopez.jpg" uda="true" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Natalie Portman</div><div align="center">Too lady bug-y</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvn04wgsoSFS4GiZCGUPUA4yIGjWotom2c7BvN2lak7oZv9hMSTK12EQ2YthYw5lxg6cc29IEqu_CP2HCOJf5ZjKFCDTKYAwKSFxiWvIxs_uyggR_jRuuxo7-Hiay5k4PP1de7bHvhGK9p/s1600/Natalie+Portman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvn04wgsoSFS4GiZCGUPUA4yIGjWotom2c7BvN2lak7oZv9hMSTK12EQ2YthYw5lxg6cc29IEqu_CP2HCOJf5ZjKFCDTKYAwKSFxiWvIxs_uyggR_jRuuxo7-Hiay5k4PP1de7bHvhGK9p/s320/Natalie+Portman.jpg" uda="true" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meryl Streep</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is a seafood restaurant on the PCH called Gladstones. When you are unable to finish your meal instead of to-go box, they take gold tin foil and wrap your food in it...and then shape it like a crab, whale or, and I can only assume after today, Meryl Streep's Oscar dress. Because gold tin foil is the fanciest of all tin foils.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqoukvqKpsuuOs6zGae7pDEgOxmkNhLK02JTX82JC2NQc7zXQCLI9R2LCSL3XDcYwJNOPQ7V6rUqeKrmhcPszM5shF5sW98liQMx2tgXHf_LMw2KwAByTTUFzY8L6u4LTV769ExFP9PWM/s1600/022612_MerylStreep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqoukvqKpsuuOs6zGae7pDEgOxmkNhLK02JTX82JC2NQc7zXQCLI9R2LCSL3XDcYwJNOPQ7V6rUqeKrmhcPszM5shF5sW98liQMx2tgXHf_LMw2KwAByTTUFzY8L6u4LTV769ExFP9PWM/s320/022612_MerylStreep.jpg" uda="true" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Glen Close</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Congratulations on winning the Masters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRswtmBnzvRfX7tmhD-HpTNbYTE2KSwumboFpzZ20spErcUS67rKQLUrffGV1jwPg7lcIEyBHkJCTfrb0L0CgLTqrLfX_YiPeGnO_WRseuDUBQHr9shXXlxmN4_RWS1Qyiylc5PYddtdho/s1600/Glen+Close.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRswtmBnzvRfX7tmhD-HpTNbYTE2KSwumboFpzZ20spErcUS67rKQLUrffGV1jwPg7lcIEyBHkJCTfrb0L0CgLTqrLfX_YiPeGnO_WRseuDUBQHr9shXXlxmN4_RWS1Qyiylc5PYddtdho/s320/Glen+Close.jpg" uda="true" width="236" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>What Makes Me A Fashion Expert/What I Wore on Oscar Night</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">This is the honest to God truth.......</div><div align="center">Nike shoes, Under Armour socks, Nike work-out pants, Nike long sleeve hooded T under a gray T-shirt. </div><div align="center">Hair</div><div align="center">Down and under a Lacrosse Helmet.</div><div align="center">Make-Up</div><div align="center">None, except what was left from the previous day.</div><div align="center">Accessory</div><div align="center">A radar gun.</div><div align="center">Why</div><div align="center">Because I was standing behind a goal clocking how fast Brock could shoot a Lacrosse ball.</div><div align="center">But Why</div><div align="center">Because that is how we spend Sundays.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">98mph by the way, thus the helmet.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-45151454498083180312012-02-17T16:25:00.000-08:002012-02-17T16:25:31.439-08:00Veal Chop Johnny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGW12kh7VZE4ghDUL7GOmip6yZjP_yQwHftcscsjYH0_RgIXk8FnfYQSfqN2Oi4QbO1vCEYx_AmJf42DwiCWGpTqZ_QNCZ-epmICkFdoWwmgi4sc2jiwW6XKPw0YRHoamk6emQ7DipH3a/s1600/imagesCA099I67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGW12kh7VZE4ghDUL7GOmip6yZjP_yQwHftcscsjYH0_RgIXk8FnfYQSfqN2Oi4QbO1vCEYx_AmJf42DwiCWGpTqZ_QNCZ-epmICkFdoWwmgi4sc2jiwW6XKPw0YRHoamk6emQ7DipH3a/s1600/imagesCA099I67.jpg" yda="true" /></a></div>One of my all-time favorite people in the restaurant business is Johnny V. I first met Johnny in Mclean, VA at an open call for Not Buca (name has been changed to protect Maggiano's). In he walked; Greek, mid-late 60's, 5'1", bald, belly like a bowl full of jelly, thick accent, in other words, everything you wanted in a fast paced, high tech restaurant. As Johnny went through the interview process we noticed he was missing several fingers on each hand and he was not shy talking about it. Johnny had spent the early part of his 20s in the military and on one particular day as he was escorting an American Colonel through a field they were hit. Johnny went to shield the Colonel and in the process lost several fingers but also gained American citizenship. And so Johnny came to America, was hired at Not Buca and the fun began. <br />
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We soon realized that Johnny couldn't see without his glasses which he rarely brought with him. Eyesight was important when ringing the orders, it was <em>crucial</em> when you wanted to ring in orders correctly. Johnny was not concerned with the latter. At any given point in the night, there would be anywhere from 5-7 misorders from Johnny sitting in the window. The staff ate well those nights.... those sitting in Johnny's station, not so much. <br />
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We also realized that a station rotation was not in the best interest of Johnny. Great pains and lengths go into making sure servers are rotated fairly between stations. A new station for Johnny meant that everything he rang in would be on last nights table numbers. So it was agreed upon that Johnny would stay in one station...until the end of time. Station #6 would become Johnny's. It was 3 steps from the computer, 3 steps from the kitchen and the table numbers were simple; 10, 11, 12, <strike>13</strike> (about the same time that it was decided that Johnny would only be in Station #6, it was decided that he would only have 3 tables). <br />
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I'm sure by now you are wondering how Johnny made money with all the challenges he encountered. HE MADE A TON. Whatever he lacked in technical skills he more than made up for in personality. People waited to sit in his section. While they were waiting on their food (which they did a lot in his section), he gave them back rubs, the <em>best</em> back rubs, what he could do with those little fingers was amazing. When Johnny had down time, he walked around the dining room and gave everyone back rubs, he played with babies, he joked with kids, he flirted with the ladies, he loved and they loved him back. But alas, one day it was too much and we did what any good business would do with an employee who is struggling in their current position...we promoted him. <br />
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That's right, Johnny became the Maitre 'd. You know, that guy who plays an integral part in the success of the business by quoting accurate wait times, rotating seating, planning the floor for the night and working closely with the host stand which was mostly girls in their 20s. Johnny was mostly a figure head, meaning the guy you wanted to shake hands with and tell stories with.....not the guy who wanted to count on having your 22-top ready at 7:30 on Friday in December. So Johnny continued to walk around and give back rubs and kiss little kids while managers stepped up and assumed the technical part of the Maitre 'D role. <br />
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This all worked well...until Mother's Day, the mother of all days in the restaurant business. Due to the large amounts of reservations and large parties, there is really no room for error, we gave ourselves a 3 table cushon that day. It should also be known that the Maitre 'D position is one that relies heavily on nonverbal communication and hand signals from across the room. There are hand signals for "break down a table", "flip it up", "unflip a table", "highchair", and of course, "number to set the table for". Unfortunately for our guests that day, there are no visible difference when Johnny held up the number 7 or 6, or 8 or 9, or 3 or 4, or 2 or 5, or 9 or 6...and so on. After seating numerous parties at the wrong table, Mother's Day did not go well. As we were digging ourselves out of being behind by 3 hours and struggling to keep Johnny in check, a guy walked up to us and said, "So, I see you hired Veal Chop Johnny". We sheepishly said yes and then inquired about the name, Veal Chop Johnny. He<br />
explained that managed "That's Amore" in Vienna and on the computer screen, right next to the "Send" button was the "Veal Chop" button. He further explained that it was not uncommon on any given shift of Johnny's he would accidentally hit the "Veal Chop" button instead of the "Send" button no fewer than 8 times a night. Within the first week of working there he known as "Veal Chop Johnny". We all had a good laugh and continued to pay Veal Chop Johnny to give back rubs for the next 2 years. <br />
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He was a good, good man and I miss him.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-32769080336988823302012-02-13T22:42:00.000-08:002012-02-13T22:42:56.703-08:00Grammy Fashion?<div align="center">Oh, Grammys, I don't get you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>What I Liked</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Corrine Bailey Rae</div><div align="center">Love this fun, fluffy dress. Love the Payless Shoes (no joke) even more!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmzhVrLVkVmVUNHp8P_iI8UHLOwtDctjbjfTkEZ00B9iiFQIDJJ6NGAveOz33CfJvOL0GkzpiDTZWcU_b5md3rhyphenhyphen-a7TTGv1Vo6IAZ_I8QtkXxDT2ZF2lT-utuutaucptjfWv7ugJwIrG/s1600/Corrine+Bailey+Rae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmzhVrLVkVmVUNHp8P_iI8UHLOwtDctjbjfTkEZ00B9iiFQIDJJ6NGAveOz33CfJvOL0GkzpiDTZWcU_b5md3rhyphenhyphen-a7TTGv1Vo6IAZ_I8QtkXxDT2ZF2lT-utuutaucptjfWv7ugJwIrG/s320/Corrine+Bailey+Rae.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kelly Osbourne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This dress is great for her figure. My fav of the night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpePyOKVCn0t8DdAWKWC3oiiXOxKsAmt8GOKhHYsiA38i9_DGErwgH9MjcVzqCluTjyUG0v4_GZaprXhXdBoUJiGR2VVrYmjB-0ZK5t2FkYScnp3_Z2TtZIwK5DDy2pSXKd2kRtcCqHkE/s1600/Kelly+Osbourne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpePyOKVCn0t8DdAWKWC3oiiXOxKsAmt8GOKhHYsiA38i9_DGErwgH9MjcVzqCluTjyUG0v4_GZaprXhXdBoUJiGR2VVrYmjB-0ZK5t2FkYScnp3_Z2TtZIwK5DDy2pSXKd2kRtcCqHkE/s320/Kelly+Osbourne.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Paris Hilton</div><div align="center">Love white! Paris Hilton, not so much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38L7MhD6eWOqti3BXgTdkWOGwWiJirDQ9RFwuG7uyxumT0CcMJVa-ljCiHgUF1HiH1w7bYzRNxA5FdIQSvstCf3dV4PypoALxeTPBmTvhEanol244u1GSXhAMHy5YdHR9fnT_rI3SIzem/s1600/Paris+Hilton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38L7MhD6eWOqti3BXgTdkWOGwWiJirDQ9RFwuG7uyxumT0CcMJVa-ljCiHgUF1HiH1w7bYzRNxA5FdIQSvstCf3dV4PypoALxeTPBmTvhEanol244u1GSXhAMHy5YdHR9fnT_rI3SIzem/s320/Paris+Hilton.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Rihanna</div><div align="center">Sexy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHKfMJPQUm3JB5JcFzEq5ciqWj0RY-_byJn0j7ojXSk3fq2PEaav1qii8owjqYWkmsyDKX5yITP0WrkWVyJNhnG3zMnW7fUhpZQT8hr242F7JKkHTUs5rYK5qh8D607e6rayhk6J7eGhs/s1600/Rihanna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHKfMJPQUm3JB5JcFzEq5ciqWj0RY-_byJn0j7ojXSk3fq2PEaav1qii8owjqYWkmsyDKX5yITP0WrkWVyJNhnG3zMnW7fUhpZQT8hr242F7JKkHTUs5rYK5qh8D607e6rayhk6J7eGhs/s320/Rihanna.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Taylor Swift</div><div align="center">I usually find her fashion uninteresting, but she looks great in this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wBfVXv6sbq5v-M1rL2Kyv-w6iMK2YlSwYWfF-DdSP3ZnEsqf7oI8bGBUXeJadhWtim-szYckaPV3M8S84LFvHhn-OMMbKm_96kzRg6YQvOwNqpMoZJWW54wZQcWbrSlTk4_N8UJ42oHe/s1600/Taylor+Swift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wBfVXv6sbq5v-M1rL2Kyv-w6iMK2YlSwYWfF-DdSP3ZnEsqf7oI8bGBUXeJadhWtim-szYckaPV3M8S84LFvHhn-OMMbKm_96kzRg6YQvOwNqpMoZJWW54wZQcWbrSlTk4_N8UJ42oHe/s320/Taylor+Swift.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Katy Perry</div><div align="center">Looks like blue frosting...which I love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3STxVc9K-bSmm7x2g6V1SbknCy1xofItTgu8kzIKAULN3Mpr1SW9axFgD_8GHybL8hfV8t_h5THnDoLd8UkRMEy8lABj9pk4GrclTLc3pgT0984702VXOVGfZBNgHKwMTXbQepLmIS3j/s1600/slide_209060_688897_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3STxVc9K-bSmm7x2g6V1SbknCy1xofItTgu8kzIKAULN3Mpr1SW9axFgD_8GHybL8hfV8t_h5THnDoLd8UkRMEy8lABj9pk4GrclTLc3pgT0984702VXOVGfZBNgHKwMTXbQepLmIS3j/s320/slide_209060_688897_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div align="center">Bonnie McKee</div><div align="center">Wow! That is all.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJS3tiDc9gu197vBoWZhyh3O4VJgwb_TH7rQLcq1ZZrrNMkC4WvlPA2tDIhJPiRDjfiWjzLc6TcenVJWYvcZMMFapaCyRCd_lydX0iIyA1gZMV_eb4DvsBWCr2_B2AKtsHvjh6_2opvFC/s1600/Bonnie+McKee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJS3tiDc9gu197vBoWZhyh3O4VJgwb_TH7rQLcq1ZZrrNMkC4WvlPA2tDIhJPiRDjfiWjzLc6TcenVJWYvcZMMFapaCyRCd_lydX0iIyA1gZMV_eb4DvsBWCr2_B2AKtsHvjh6_2opvFC/s320/Bonnie+McKee.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sasha Gradiva</div><div style="text-align: center;">There have been some burglaries in my neighborhood which is where this bad ass dress should be worn...it has no place on the red carpet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdO9SwV2WHUPYwTIe_vwwrAq5dmYKlJo7DSEE8SIsJzOFanBlxRX7ApqkXVpqH7S9WyOa8dkHtNVFZsK4JN4vTizbktkCna63DhlKOXhKJHTarMMkPWoxDJfJXn_AGHZ0g3SVgJ8CKvCc/s1600/Sasha+Gradiva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdO9SwV2WHUPYwTIe_vwwrAq5dmYKlJo7DSEE8SIsJzOFanBlxRX7ApqkXVpqH7S9WyOa8dkHtNVFZsK4JN4vTizbktkCna63DhlKOXhKJHTarMMkPWoxDJfJXn_AGHZ0g3SVgJ8CKvCc/s320/Sasha+Gradiva.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fergie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Orange you glad I'm wearing underwear? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, yes we are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCambB6IldlE18DUBeVfd-V81pHYjl5dQJrDdUJmv0kO7890BneIIP_SwyjZf1SOCrDSS94GbwKOIjboXfoDQdEaUT1AZzopfGYW05HV2b1tLQtGoO809t6rwu_y444WIEideBr2HjHzpJ/s1600/Fergie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCambB6IldlE18DUBeVfd-V81pHYjl5dQJrDdUJmv0kO7890BneIIP_SwyjZf1SOCrDSS94GbwKOIjboXfoDQdEaUT1AZzopfGYW05HV2b1tLQtGoO809t6rwu_y444WIEideBr2HjHzpJ/s320/Fergie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jessie J</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I like this better when my baked potato wears it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGCU6dOgGBEvGGmBGHkcgsyc2j4_I1KuIOtB7MAVQbaTndY1f2rZgy7_vZKvEp7gpfH1IdxHUJNVIXK0xSzivlfOdIFRrWdx8uvUmujYtw222HyplRPlgkIupINXWD8QjsoU0BF-QvhWV/s1600/Jessie+J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGCU6dOgGBEvGGmBGHkcgsyc2j4_I1KuIOtB7MAVQbaTndY1f2rZgy7_vZKvEp7gpfH1IdxHUJNVIXK0xSzivlfOdIFRrWdx8uvUmujYtw222HyplRPlgkIupINXWD8QjsoU0BF-QvhWV/s320/Jessie+J.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nicki Minaj</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Is it me or is that outfit on the left just a little pompous for the Grammys?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkW7hm4oW-58rdcAlZ9WD9LAJuWm49gaFaU2dOjlofZFb1yH2Gp6ZobBWHe24QY8gfEJkBpQv0xct21rXHOgeGg5KwBkzds-Zko6wPB0VqJsLPxPWswwd_ErHzTLxDkPrMksel1OM0EWIv/s1600/Nicki+Minaj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkW7hm4oW-58rdcAlZ9WD9LAJuWm49gaFaU2dOjlofZFb1yH2Gp6ZobBWHe24QY8gfEJkBpQv0xct21rXHOgeGg5KwBkzds-Zko6wPB0VqJsLPxPWswwd_ErHzTLxDkPrMksel1OM0EWIv/s320/Nicki+Minaj.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Robyn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember a few weeks ago when I was thinking about getting bangs? Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlmIbRZwiSMVKQcm7L1O1F045noixjEUTyPZkWgMoef0y7jqDFA5x6HwrWFUKcVMMwwuFvO2cX2aEQNtDkmjaITQh2ukARu2mw7wCry-bjcBwf6cVjwcWxT5ylQoJDd0QZwOOMC8Gl8O6/s1600/Robyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlmIbRZwiSMVKQcm7L1O1F045noixjEUTyPZkWgMoef0y7jqDFA5x6HwrWFUKcVMMwwuFvO2cX2aEQNtDkmjaITQh2ukARu2mw7wCry-bjcBwf6cVjwcWxT5ylQoJDd0QZwOOMC8Gl8O6/s320/Robyn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>What I Wore**</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">In a bold move I paired navy blue yoga pants with a black hoodie (gasp). Shoes were grey Nike tennis shoes, hair was straightened, red and pulled into a chignon (low bun for you pedestrians). Make-up was natural with only moisturizer and a kool-aid mustache. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">**Ginger Scone has no formal training in fashion and taste.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-2839665709619827872012-02-07T13:42:00.000-08:002012-02-07T13:42:35.074-08:00Buffalo Wings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gnA1PlZ_Hba8EpyrgNS37VCPFWQ9YS1qNhrY4GB3ZCXJTeVHZb3uy-M2_Vj-5YAxXcGAfo9aFZtUX-WAPX7M8Zon7sVK0hYpoBwp9z1Elf2bYKSQfZf0Xwlc7gyu-6tggmwN1s82_vHN/s1600/imagesCA94GY28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gnA1PlZ_Hba8EpyrgNS37VCPFWQ9YS1qNhrY4GB3ZCXJTeVHZb3uy-M2_Vj-5YAxXcGAfo9aFZtUX-WAPX7M8Zon7sVK0hYpoBwp9z1Elf2bYKSQfZf0Xwlc7gyu-6tggmwN1s82_vHN/s1600/imagesCA94GY28.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Three Things to Know</em></strong></div><div align="center">I always make buffalo wings on Superbowl Sunday.</div><div align="center">Our dog, Maverick, has really bad gas....but only 100% of the time.</div><div align="center">I'm not sensitive about my cooking.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So as the 2nd quarter approached, the wings were in the oven and we sitting on couch with Maverick in between us. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> (sniffing) Hmmm....</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Is that the wings I smell or does Maverick have gas?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, for the next 5 minutes we took that statement and had a good laugh. We exaggerated that statement and chuckled as we joked, "Is that raw sewage or the Buffalo wings?" and "Is that a dirty diaper I smell or just the wings we are about to eat?". Brock apologized and said he didn't mean it come out like that, just that something was creating a stinging sensation in his nose. As the joke ran its course we went back to watching the game and after a few minutes of silence passed....</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Seriously, I still can't tell if that's the wings or Maverick's gas. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-29389967620799308752012-02-03T14:02:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:02:57.456-08:00Ginger Genes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFasRep_-WIL9KOYI7cPkhiN58ajnaGlWmhvAtbm8Uz9eEHIJI8M6I7AVb9HpH8qF1CGwoUVyRfDlxkM84bXqP2ilhHf0maKSitHUD_GJio3am3I6wDP7-G7no10wBk09RHZ7I_oBW8M_/s1600/jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFasRep_-WIL9KOYI7cPkhiN58ajnaGlWmhvAtbm8Uz9eEHIJI8M6I7AVb9HpH8qF1CGwoUVyRfDlxkM84bXqP2ilhHf0maKSitHUD_GJio3am3I6wDP7-G7no10wBk09RHZ7I_oBW8M_/s1600/jeans.jpg" /></a>I have a love hate relationship with jeans. America loves them. I hate them. So imagine my delight when the Kardashians announced that their line of denim had officially arrived at Sears. I think it may have been the same week as Sears announced they were on the verge of bankruptcy but I doubt one had anything to do with the other. Anyway, finally people who understand what America wants in their jeans. People so in touch with the everyday person that they can't help but be spot on with their clothing line. These are the three jeans that the Kardashian Kollection for Sears has in store for us.</div><br />
<strong><em>The Kim Jean</em></strong>-A sexy, low cut, straight leg jean.<br />
<strong><em>The Khloe Jean</em></strong>-A tall curvy, high rise, boot cut jean.<br />
<strong><em>The Kourtney Jean</em></strong>-A gorgeous skinny leg jean.<br />
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Ok, I see what you are trying to do here, Kardashians, take your 3 different body types and provide a jean that compliments and celebrates the differences. I applaud that and I don't want to cause trouble but I'm not sure you are going to able to compete with my denim line, Ginger Genes (pronounced "jeans", the name works on so many levels).<br />
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<strong><em>The Preg"not" Ginger Gene</em></strong>-Do you ever find yourself looking longingly at clothing in the Maternity section at Target. Picturing how easy and comfortable life would be with flowy tops, elastic waistbands and stretchy front panels and then being resentful that just because you aren't pregnant you will never be able to experience that kind of joy. Well, wait no longer America, Ginger Genes presents the Preg"not" Jean all the comforts of a pregnancy jean but without the baby. Not sold in the maternity section.<br />
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<strong><em>The Reunion Ginger Gene</em></strong>-For those occasions that you need to look your best and create jealousy in other women wear the Reunion Gene. For your 20 year class reunion, a work party, or a trip to a state fair, nothing says "Lookin' sexy" like this jean. Its over sized rear pockets make any butt look small, the dark denim is slimming, and the stretch fabric forgives even the slightest over-indulgence. This low rise trouser says it all, but most importantly it says, "I look better than you"....literally.....it's stitched down the side of the right pant leg. <br />
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<strong><em>The Ginger Chaps</em></strong>-Want the illusion of wearing denim but without have to commit 100%? The denim chap is a perfect solution. Why should cowboys have all the comfort? Works best when worn over sweatpants. <br />
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Coming soon to a store near you........now accepting pre-orders.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-71208551579760945572012-01-30T14:37:00.000-08:002012-01-30T14:37:37.727-08:00Sag Fashion<div align="center">Last night was the Sag Awards. Herewith, are my picks for Best and Worst Dressed.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Best Dressed</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Ahna O'Reilly</div><div align="center">Of course it's because she has red hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdycfCzpSIP3jfvlqB5NzLmM0mAyetvNaEJzJLI8PZINXaCGXXCtWZfNJz9g48bGDOdzcHUcMvgRMRAWho5q-Ophy522j6EZ5iqTCZ7cd8rg1NGyqUdfTNAkdpFpmYB1gR38vHFsaNOxN9/s1600/Ahna+O'Reilly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdycfCzpSIP3jfvlqB5NzLmM0mAyetvNaEJzJLI8PZINXaCGXXCtWZfNJz9g48bGDOdzcHUcMvgRMRAWho5q-Ophy522j6EZ5iqTCZ7cd8rg1NGyqUdfTNAkdpFpmYB1gR38vHFsaNOxN9/s320/Ahna+O'Reilly.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zoe Saldana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I could have any dress this would be the one. Stunning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnPk8IvaQeia0H2QmyKMFWomI-B8jxIUkjABSubczGAynQthiD_8IzAw3NX0g8ffj1g__LzPSOdkiytgQkaahkTxzVdfM79NqamTBiPPr7G9U8wKtqCTvDo0qX2jWDaMcIxfAvvX3CKpm/s1600/Zoe+Saldana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnPk8IvaQeia0H2QmyKMFWomI-B8jxIUkjABSubczGAynQthiD_8IzAw3NX0g8ffj1g__LzPSOdkiytgQkaahkTxzVdfM79NqamTBiPPr7G9U8wKtqCTvDo0qX2jWDaMcIxfAvvX3CKpm/s320/Zoe+Saldana.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Julie Bowen</div><div align="center">I love the color, the sleeves, the hair, everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuekHwpo2DiyNOWBQH3ar8eQ7mEBleKL4xLDg6TCGBSAgTMJHApC6MXewgDfsm3ZsDeaa0wkr1ZYxXydUdZSOU3bDC2cRXwdbOpgW3PdWm2SdOPS7nfhIOs4D9UiDQBMKBcH-iV6l1ybWg/s1600/Julie+Bowen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuekHwpo2DiyNOWBQH3ar8eQ7mEBleKL4xLDg6TCGBSAgTMJHApC6MXewgDfsm3ZsDeaa0wkr1ZYxXydUdZSOU3bDC2cRXwdbOpgW3PdWm2SdOPS7nfhIOs4D9UiDQBMKBcH-iV6l1ybWg/s320/Julie+Bowen.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gretchen Mol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I like the fit, the collar, the cumber bun and her hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKpw2u9tH6lgV5zPuajlokrWEw8ggyKajsSBW_G4kuF5VuPfPZtH1NloSTnNDoX-SmdzJWATJo5yTiXiSsWuc-1CwTZwSIadvtq37kk3IXQqdvLKlzEdIXbFYiLTrpmrnAdLdE1d1GKYM/s1600/Gretchen+Mol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKpw2u9tH6lgV5zPuajlokrWEw8ggyKajsSBW_G4kuF5VuPfPZtH1NloSTnNDoX-SmdzJWATJo5yTiXiSsWuc-1CwTZwSIadvtq37kk3IXQqdvLKlzEdIXbFYiLTrpmrnAdLdE1d1GKYM/s320/Gretchen+Mol.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Viola Davis</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, obviously I have a thing for white. A little less boob and it might have been my favorite. Love her hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d-7tTsER4LRu82OIO-crdXevAWK8PXl3Q8y7PuupQmXH0lxj-PeBTvMBJMe6rvdnEFXizcdCvvyyg4Z4YJ3Nv8nOWb_SBnTg-3esS0Yh9Ng02IKPWasgSE5xXrcr8gi53Cu1hBcIFtca/s1600/Viola+Davis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d-7tTsER4LRu82OIO-crdXevAWK8PXl3Q8y7PuupQmXH0lxj-PeBTvMBJMe6rvdnEFXizcdCvvyyg4Z4YJ3Nv8nOWb_SBnTg-3esS0Yh9Ng02IKPWasgSE5xXrcr8gi53Cu1hBcIFtca/s320/Viola+Davis.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><strong>I Can't Explain Why I Like These</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Rose Byrne</div><div align="center">I'm sorry, I love the pant suit. Oh, and I'm thinking about getting bangs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReLSI6S64n1UFG8tcVUoLd0V46Oexb6S-tHd60lW1DIccb6AsjDdz0kPQdj4DtXgMipUwjUJJF1C9-nuMWCvX6jJdcEYsI3AdJwcH6c7x16AD593H2rloxspTOjxuPmdRdZTQk14ZuZKB/s1600/Rose+Byrne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReLSI6S64n1UFG8tcVUoLd0V46Oexb6S-tHd60lW1DIccb6AsjDdz0kPQdj4DtXgMipUwjUJJF1C9-nuMWCvX6jJdcEYsI3AdJwcH6c7x16AD593H2rloxspTOjxuPmdRdZTQk14ZuZKB/s320/Rose+Byrne.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kristen Wiig</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know the choker is all wrong, but I like the dress so much that I forgive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMt-_CyVv4ItAjgTjHJbqaPSf1bfkFsBaX4pVnoxJ6MN27igUVzcfxbDTcRoourdC3EUDRbP0nIikrHoWXlsAlkrCqFWb7tc6Bom9dVezNMMmexKQbLSOcpRgbakzSYomdOQK1r_qECkw/s1600/Kristen+Wiig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMt-_CyVv4ItAjgTjHJbqaPSf1bfkFsBaX4pVnoxJ6MN27igUVzcfxbDTcRoourdC3EUDRbP0nIikrHoWXlsAlkrCqFWb7tc6Bom9dVezNMMmexKQbLSOcpRgbakzSYomdOQK1r_qECkw/s320/Kristen+Wiig.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Worst Dressed</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong>Angelina Jolie</div><div align="center">We get it, you are so busy saving the world you don't have time to eat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSmPeagGWjNsmSt_vrjm2P2SGju63tyTRXNfd2N4NRpQd8RMB43RLFtcGy7p6oqTWE0wsQqbgGHSDyWtOY24RFdNO5m1nA5gosL4HP3DbNsWIAUt16V8a86kC9dxjUnB3C3aMQGCVpFuD/s1600/Angelina+Jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSmPeagGWjNsmSt_vrjm2P2SGju63tyTRXNfd2N4NRpQd8RMB43RLFtcGy7p6oqTWE0wsQqbgGHSDyWtOY24RFdNO5m1nA5gosL4HP3DbNsWIAUt16V8a86kC9dxjUnB3C3aMQGCVpFuD/s320/Angelina+Jolie.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Busy Phillips</div><div align="center">And this is why I don't like hippies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogl7CiS9Jd8nR-O-RAr-r305B6JJULgbdUUHjN1rl2JWfVsBoCvRtqiij3RZJupRt5BHUhMlxgxCcp6CSM5knb4maf_8Rnlj-d8zCWA3C6cEdwE7ptVGgBqOIcluHZepwPbfKBwy6Zcoq/s1600/Busy+Philips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogl7CiS9Jd8nR-O-RAr-r305B6JJULgbdUUHjN1rl2JWfVsBoCvRtqiij3RZJupRt5BHUhMlxgxCcp6CSM5knb4maf_8Rnlj-d8zCWA3C6cEdwE7ptVGgBqOIcluHZepwPbfKBwy6Zcoq/s320/Busy+Philips.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kaley Cuoco</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mmmmmmmm.....cake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUf6O-grykVm-8uvZ5gNMM7PlyI7vwa_y7vkocYvgZQeH4L34NjwZYzs5bH8Afl09Axi9EtMFpGTMq3FN1l2CBtuZDTjTHcXrcsi4m4ZNWTvdnm8BsGPGErd_BCYTrvF0m0QIn_96Ak4wZ/s1600/Kaley+Cuoco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUf6O-grykVm-8uvZ5gNMM7PlyI7vwa_y7vkocYvgZQeH4L34NjwZYzs5bH8Afl09Axi9EtMFpGTMq3FN1l2CBtuZDTjTHcXrcsi4m4ZNWTvdnm8BsGPGErd_BCYTrvF0m0QIn_96Ak4wZ/s320/Kaley+Cuoco.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lea Michele</div><div align="center">She literally stood like this all night to show her leg. No dress should have a slit that high, it's repulsive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUL2vMv5O2E16UHG_XFpizYLChl9Fum1z1lca8e2GabIwj83PZ2wgfy1cyImKuYiQ77o3_gYhagvS1GqhlXvkvJrjpmEd6Z1Lnkte4IhH7HZ_-IpaShCLXwqY4r8vYSpw1dF8dyS7yeWW/s1600/Lea+Michele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUL2vMv5O2E16UHG_XFpizYLChl9Fum1z1lca8e2GabIwj83PZ2wgfy1cyImKuYiQ77o3_gYhagvS1GqhlXvkvJrjpmEd6Z1Lnkte4IhH7HZ_-IpaShCLXwqY4r8vYSpw1dF8dyS7yeWW/s320/Lea+Michele.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michelle Williams</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is not one thing I like about this dress, except that it's probably not being worn today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5K9PSqSPCfNsLnuN39AzXPRCTYA9tA0TDZwt7hl2LA4qW-Jxq-8LSb06RkbdOT5LGFypkX7aIR5xojZecpbkRtmXO_81yfv-FP-BuMkcPX1yktEe0ncW6WOWejRecclJ-QF8mBe2YQixI/s1600/Michelle+Williams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5K9PSqSPCfNsLnuN39AzXPRCTYA9tA0TDZwt7hl2LA4qW-Jxq-8LSb06RkbdOT5LGFypkX7aIR5xojZecpbkRtmXO_81yfv-FP-BuMkcPX1yktEe0ncW6WOWejRecclJ-QF8mBe2YQixI/s320/Michelle+Williams.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emily Blunt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Dress by Oscar de la Renta, hair by Mary Todd Lincoln.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0oxtnXmxhqJVagaGxItvNEXjiJcgSgSCV395NiR1FojieroV51RPxHOJCsCDpbG-WCNXfkJmkgqfqB94EIo88ZpWF-Ij0MYwPPTH-jzRtugQoGp5eJE9wE1SyLEvZ8WmuaCKDWH8mgvU/s1600/Emily+Blunt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0oxtnXmxhqJVagaGxItvNEXjiJcgSgSCV395NiR1FojieroV51RPxHOJCsCDpbG-WCNXfkJmkgqfqB94EIo88ZpWF-Ij0MYwPPTH-jzRtugQoGp5eJE9wE1SyLEvZ8WmuaCKDWH8mgvU/s320/Emily+Blunt.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>What I Wore</em></strong></div><div align="center">2011 Watts Summer Games white T-Shirt with product endorsement on the back (so you know it's classy), hot pink Costco track jacket, my beloved TJMaxx jeans, Nike Flip Flops and a layer of potato chip crumbs down my front. Make-up was moisturizer and mascara. Hair was a high pony tail help in place by a black elastic band and fear. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-86140661570625259652012-01-27T14:03:00.000-08:002012-01-30T20:39:06.797-08:00Words with Cupcake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OWxtpqark33N5x7v3L4WAGvxQhsrU1Pc23yZ2djX-ISa0JucCfAEHdwrYXs0FXFLgHaXh12OIL0M6H4Xe5Fa7FUiymgy0o7werxBsve-s2WuLde32hZwnA3gfimnQZ71EOvh3Bh3RAQF/s1600/words_with_friends1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OWxtpqark33N5x7v3L4WAGvxQhsrU1Pc23yZ2djX-ISa0JucCfAEHdwrYXs0FXFLgHaXh12OIL0M6H4Xe5Fa7FUiymgy0o7werxBsve-s2WuLde32hZwnA3gfimnQZ71EOvh3Bh3RAQF/s200/words_with_friends1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>For those of you that have an iPhone, I'm sure you are familiar with Words with Friends and the large amounts of time that can be wasted on the game. For those of you who aren't, its an app that allows you to play Scrabble against someone you know or a random opponent. As a rule, I don't like board games, but Word with Friends I like because I can play as often or as little as I want and on my own terms. Plus, you can send and receive messages to/from your opponent and it tallies up the score for you.... probably because we are tired from all that spellin'. <br />
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About 2 months ago, Brock and I downloaded the app on our phones. We were able to set it up so we could access the same game on both of our phones and we figured that 2 brains was better than 1.....big mistake. We quickly started playing, mostly with random opponents and one with the math teacher at his school. We were getting beat on a consistent basis. The matches weren't even close. As we would celebrate an 18 point word, our opponents would quickly respond with 76 point word. This happened game after game after game. The worst was the math teacher who Brock had to face everyday and endure his taunts. We would request new opponents and each one was smarter than the next, with user names like "wordphd", "imnmensa", and "brainiac" our success rate on Words with Friends was embarrassing. Over time, we got used to losing and dare I say comfortable with our inability to take 7 letters and turn them into a word worth more than 8 points. It had become a sad existence. Finally, in one last effort to save our dignity we requested another opponent, and that's when God smiled on us and we were matched up against "cupcake".<br />
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As we began our match against Cupcake, we discovered we had finally meet our intellectual equal. We played "rat" and Cupcake responded with "am", we added an "s" to "rat" and Cupcake fired back with "sat". Suddenly, the pressure of coming up with 80 point words was off. Granted, the games took weeks as neither one of played a word with more than 4 letters. Brock and I were feeling good and our confidence started to blossom. As we celebrated our new found intelligence, our thoughts turned to Cupcake. Who <em>was</em> Cupcake? First off, we assumed Cupcake was female. Based on her level of vocabulary, we figured Cupcake to be in the 3rd or 4th grade. Then her name conjured up all sorts of images. We imagined her to wear mostly pink, be a huge Hello Kitty fan, have her phone case bedazzled and never miss an episode of Glee. Cupcake probably lives in a Chicago suburb, does gymnastics in the summer and ice skates in the winter, and lists cotton candy as one of her favorite foods. Regardless, Cupcake proved to be a worthy opponent for our skill level and we showed no mercy. One particular game, Cupcake was making an unprecedented comeback. Trailing by 175 points she was able to close the gap to 40. Then, in a move that can only be described as a miracle, we played the word "jack" and with triple letters and triple word, "jack" was worth 121 points, the most we had ever played. We high fived, we laughed, we were euphoric, we were lost in ourselves........and then the game signaled that there was a message from Cupcake. She had never messaged us and we had never messaged her....but now, Cupcake had something to say. Her message was simple and direct and went like this:<br />
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"WTF??"<br />
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Well said, Cupcake, well said.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-66889985054311431732012-01-23T14:48:00.000-08:002012-01-23T14:48:12.416-08:00PDA<div style="text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Three things to know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">First, I have never been accused of being overly affectionate in public. In fact, I have been told that I have ice in my veins.....well, ice and hot chocolate (I do consume a large amount of hot chocolate). Not that I'm against a nice hug or even better, a high-five, it's just that I'm not demonstrative in my show of like/love for an individual. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Second, Brock enjoys these following displays of affection when we are public: bear hugs, wrestling moves, picking me up, aggressive and repeated high-fives, and short kisses, but <em>never</em> hand holding. The only time he breaks his no hand holding policy is when he is afraid that I won't make the "Walk" sign at an intersection. Once we have safely reached the other side he quickly lets go of my hand and we have a spirited round of "high-fiving" to celebrate crossing the street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Third, his refusal to hold hands does not bother me. Which makes the following conversation even more curious. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Backdrop: We are in our house walking down the hallway (the house is 1600 sq ft so it's not a long walk).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> (grabbing my hand and holding it) Do you know what my New Years resolution is?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> I wouldn't know where to start.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> It's more public displays of affection, starting right now with me holding your hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> You know technically this isn't public. We are in our house, not out in public. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Brock:</em></strong> Oh (thinking)......well, this is as good as it's going to get for you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Noted.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-55890218101882526042012-01-19T16:44:00.000-08:002012-01-19T16:44:03.535-08:00Jimmy Fallon and I are Too Sexy<div style="text-align: center;">First read this: <a href="http://becominggingerscone.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-too-sexy.html" target="_blank">I'm Too Sexy</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(It will only take a minute, so settle down.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then watch this at the at the 1:17 mark.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Is it me or is Jimmy Fallon a comedic genius?</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-56182487073003501202012-01-17T13:22:00.000-08:002012-01-17T13:22:17.378-08:00The Golden Globes<div align="center">Yes, the Golden Globes were Sunday night and Hollywood was looking good.....kind of. Herewith, are my picks for Best and Worst Dressed. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Disclaimer: I have not watched or read any Best/Worst Dressed List so any similiarity in my picks and Anna Wintour's picks are merely a coincidence....a very tasteful, fashion forward coincidence.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>I Liked</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Jessica Biel</div><div align="center">I know this looks a little old-fashiony but I LOVED this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfbAgVLFAHEuJKdFOr77W0krladq7XpQMH50zO9HVZUtyNurv5w2s5gJOrNbw7kUGy9amJt1LDo1Oj8G7VjUrHLKnvTr8Eby8oRyCeEU3zKPawN5j_zGBnS5JCQQoB4dccumu1Q9Gmecj/s1600/75399-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfbAgVLFAHEuJKdFOr77W0krladq7XpQMH50zO9HVZUtyNurv5w2s5gJOrNbw7kUGy9amJt1LDo1Oj8G7VjUrHLKnvTr8Eby8oRyCeEU3zKPawN5j_zGBnS5JCQQoB4dccumu1Q9Gmecj/s320/75399-original.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sarah Hyland</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Flawless.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBca8_LptbzrBGXk0gfIc9nhJadVjewlrKVyQtLDpZrAB36dIIqxtGiV7D2qdjMhyphenhyphendcwoiKACqTFyz3Qppj4FwKV6udxZDjClXVkX8Xe1nVeHfvkMyCAJtT2hY1SHPzqMwT_HN3ZC77UV/s1600/75336-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBca8_LptbzrBGXk0gfIc9nhJadVjewlrKVyQtLDpZrAB36dIIqxtGiV7D2qdjMhyphenhyphendcwoiKACqTFyz3Qppj4FwKV6udxZDjClXVkX8Xe1nVeHfvkMyCAJtT2hY1SHPzqMwT_HN3ZC77UV/s320/75336-original.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Charlize Theron</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm sure it helps when you are 6 feet tall, blonde and tan. Gorgeous.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoS0bjP1z-0eY0X2C2Zkc6G79l7Vk8hSnIsxKsU69yTPcmnnkOmuAcM8PbNf4vV7CDMfAcSwiSrNPsJz4Wdy9_iWt-xarIUkuaMDbd3GsbkqdoaAzKzc03L_d5ugN4Akgqnpo0Apm4ic9/s1600/Charlize+Theron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoS0bjP1z-0eY0X2C2Zkc6G79l7Vk8hSnIsxKsU69yTPcmnnkOmuAcM8PbNf4vV7CDMfAcSwiSrNPsJz4Wdy9_iWt-xarIUkuaMDbd3GsbkqdoaAzKzc03L_d5ugN4Akgqnpo0Apm4ic9/s320/Charlize+Theron.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Jessica Alba</div><div align="center">I think she just had baby.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47MRT300uwMsMuYqzIo4MLiUiM2pfZZY00osuMdULpFq9JEeM1IK8jTn8lmLq6EuYhZkdUG4s1ym_zfZ9ekgNESwVWm9MTOYXh4UjHcwC5BbtNCHHsrgexfqGj56SImO4nijymIpxynZJ/s1600/Jessica+Alba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47MRT300uwMsMuYqzIo4MLiUiM2pfZZY00osuMdULpFq9JEeM1IK8jTn8lmLq6EuYhZkdUG4s1ym_zfZ9ekgNESwVWm9MTOYXh4UjHcwC5BbtNCHHsrgexfqGj56SImO4nijymIpxynZJ/s320/Jessica+Alba.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Kate Beckinsale</div><div align="center">Beautiful....except for those plat-formy shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4icvgUwY2EWMZ5pGH_QlCy3j-FpT_FjAmeWg_aelyM-9V5C1nbKdLwoYRCUfL_RiDjj07gh971ZpbJ3m9d0f51E9ytkgFToIzHQdnhV-FchnzEtlLH5AuHCEwkK29PW5OxvIQ94_MV1W/s1600/75375-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4icvgUwY2EWMZ5pGH_QlCy3j-FpT_FjAmeWg_aelyM-9V5C1nbKdLwoYRCUfL_RiDjj07gh971ZpbJ3m9d0f51E9ytkgFToIzHQdnhV-FchnzEtlLH5AuHCEwkK29PW5OxvIQ94_MV1W/s320/75375-original.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Melissa McCarthy</div><div align="center">I LOVED her hair and the neck-line, but what I really loved is how comfortable this looks. I bet it even has pockets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz0cl_Xt1bR9inQii6jImyuFNLQJ3oJ9ood7ECVWoDGDuhlTqPn2HAF9f5m2PC_6hBNEMZThUaLXugstByyViyVvS9XHlLj_l4zqSPKl0Qex83Hys8pItAbdePiIjKh5RdZV1blOVeMQl/s1600/75348-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz0cl_Xt1bR9inQii6jImyuFNLQJ3oJ9ood7ECVWoDGDuhlTqPn2HAF9f5m2PC_6hBNEMZThUaLXugstByyViyVvS9XHlLj_l4zqSPKl0Qex83Hys8pItAbdePiIjKh5RdZV1blOVeMQl/s320/75348-original.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Missi Pyle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know who she is but well done, actress lady, well done. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEzmKG5myb0ap88nFyKBziVoAoqS1lUTUIu_ARbkS6dffIEzwScVltYUQ4VBRggKKKO9JE-v9meQi4pK11sleV6IwXmaNpe279-_5Y2cZGwTz_uz_nT-4tfxKb5gR-OC-lqu5NLqtLZb6/s1600/75314-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEzmKG5myb0ap88nFyKBziVoAoqS1lUTUIu_ARbkS6dffIEzwScVltYUQ4VBRggKKKO9JE-v9meQi4pK11sleV6IwXmaNpe279-_5Y2cZGwTz_uz_nT-4tfxKb5gR-OC-lqu5NLqtLZb6/s320/75314-original.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Explain to Me Why I Like This</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Tilda Swinton</div><div align="center">I'm not sure if it is the Flock of Seagulls hair or the Dynasty shoulder pads, but I can't look away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvq2DTSVaU9hyphenhyphenZro57qRkf_i528Rn-eLBCZuySANHllTF6s7urJWkD4h186nggEroJCisAYKlJkdFHX7iGme7CvBuQ4kGLPXP0axj7Fo6m_NstoxpOwHbkaIhRZ7WxfvP6VoqMcutGqDH/s1600/75378-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvq2DTSVaU9hyphenhyphenZro57qRkf_i528Rn-eLBCZuySANHllTF6s7urJWkD4h186nggEroJCisAYKlJkdFHX7iGme7CvBuQ4kGLPXP0axj7Fo6m_NstoxpOwHbkaIhRZ7WxfvP6VoqMcutGqDH/s320/75378-original.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Guiliana Rancic</div><div align="center">I'm guessing it's the high collar that I like, I can't imagine that its pattern on the bodice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaEuKWpdFTr3OVrpAZWe8clPhgoXLfsYe7ihyQjKAPFAXf0BNauPNs9S8shKlRRrWMVQqGZtt9HJMQTGYuI1zPupwbgJFuBaNqNARIInDDndyEbabxio_S-RYNhc8Sk_2aLjkeClWDGcz/s1600/75296-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaEuKWpdFTr3OVrpAZWe8clPhgoXLfsYe7ihyQjKAPFAXf0BNauPNs9S8shKlRRrWMVQqGZtt9HJMQTGYuI1zPupwbgJFuBaNqNARIInDDndyEbabxio_S-RYNhc8Sk_2aLjkeClWDGcz/s320/75296-original.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Kelly Osbourne</div><div align="center">This Dynasty look I don't care for or is it the gray hair?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWPrKE9y_8ypsrxTv2_iz-39k3Z6LiIhFZLbUulIVJ7Enuc2Ceib4w6hPPPP-z3PRSfwoMeDSTdrw6djtiGhkiIZB0yoFQGt7dEPFY3c9HMumb55b7FxME1eZ8q1NdzvzIIhgJsvSegP_/s1600/75298-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWPrKE9y_8ypsrxTv2_iz-39k3Z6LiIhFZLbUulIVJ7Enuc2Ceib4w6hPPPP-z3PRSfwoMeDSTdrw6djtiGhkiIZB0yoFQGt7dEPFY3c9HMumb55b7FxME1eZ8q1NdzvzIIhgJsvSegP_/s320/75298-original.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Julianna Margulies</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't get it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CAXHA20PV0thVJFbu5lFgG-tV3Lknfdew4-UMEJH95HE0PLOvsS8Q-AWxMaG-w3ED0ZWO95B7st44EKDd1Z7O55-vuBXeD7sYojwLNAmFqYbH93xZGvVGOh5MDDzAT_Un4j2KqyDg66r/s1600/75302-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CAXHA20PV0thVJFbu5lFgG-tV3Lknfdew4-UMEJH95HE0PLOvsS8Q-AWxMaG-w3ED0ZWO95B7st44EKDd1Z7O55-vuBXeD7sYojwLNAmFqYbH93xZGvVGOh5MDDzAT_Un4j2KqyDg66r/s320/75302-original.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Lea Michele</div><div align="center">I think it looks slutty, like if Las Vegas was a gown.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig30bAxcU2h34l5BcCuoo6j__ywDLV4Wvjrce6PuSVPEfS4tLiQLC7SAw-E_j3Kl-PDkzwIfb-ukKq1EM_AtVabXAiejUs-YZFRqqVf76Gbx-tWnFztHprlfnSSBXXf5KdIYY4JowatMxk/s1600/75391-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig30bAxcU2h34l5BcCuoo6j__ywDLV4Wvjrce6PuSVPEfS4tLiQLC7SAw-E_j3Kl-PDkzwIfb-ukKq1EM_AtVabXAiejUs-YZFRqqVf76Gbx-tWnFztHprlfnSSBXXf5KdIYY4JowatMxk/s320/75391-original.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Emily Deschanel</div><div align="center">I despise this color and although missing one sleeve helps that, its still wierd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tIaq7p_RqpeZyPIROiN1maa9Q6RvAkF4n7pNYJo76nf4QQg01x34jnmUVCLgawPf4RXSvz48wnIxuJD2B3TwHiMgivMs1jR7y9nw11-Kh9zQTGQTU_BnXFi14MCtjxvofIVc8EK9u5TI/s1600/75405-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tIaq7p_RqpeZyPIROiN1maa9Q6RvAkF4n7pNYJo76nf4QQg01x34jnmUVCLgawPf4RXSvz48wnIxuJD2B3TwHiMgivMs1jR7y9nw11-Kh9zQTGQTU_BnXFi14MCtjxvofIVc8EK9u5TI/s320/75405-original.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tina Fey</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I prefer this dress when I'm stepping on it as I get out of the shower. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsDCs9T1yTzqAchK40x4QIN9bBYKKaFW5leVAIWxDjwN5XJFQqY49JMnCP-kk0_AYUAO1Mafey_eZj6G6KCu-F1H8YUmSTTUXgXgL84JUw88QSASMjYgjeyYRTNPwDnRXeTEsIUkeRUMP/s1600/75407-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsDCs9T1yTzqAchK40x4QIN9bBYKKaFW5leVAIWxDjwN5XJFQqY49JMnCP-kk0_AYUAO1Mafey_eZj6G6KCu-F1H8YUmSTTUXgXgL84JUw88QSASMjYgjeyYRTNPwDnRXeTEsIUkeRUMP/s320/75407-original.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michelle Williams</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's embarrassing to the leopards who she stole this print from.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UHhMd3Gd2gMzVpNFKDek6ZBMRNm8MY-FtM9Y2zCVlorQmKUU1nxE9xUv1DLBWuhnOzuYioEy1Nn1qQjWbKH-w3SSWX0wjXI1JhCK9PTNkZoPKIjyj-dhRtI7MuqNH2wEIyY9hB1PdrL1/s1600/Michelle+Phillips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UHhMd3Gd2gMzVpNFKDek6ZBMRNm8MY-FtM9Y2zCVlorQmKUU1nxE9xUv1DLBWuhnOzuYioEy1Nn1qQjWbKH-w3SSWX0wjXI1JhCK9PTNkZoPKIjyj-dhRtI7MuqNH2wEIyY9hB1PdrL1/s320/Michelle+Phillips.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><em>What I Wore on Sunday Night</em></strong></div><div align="center">I went casual in my TJMaxx Jeans, pink long sleeve ruffled V-Neck under a V-Neck camel color wool long sleeve sweater. Shoes were by Nike. Make-up by Chapstick. Accessories were simple with a Burberry watch. And hair....I was a vision in my low messy pony tail twisted into a bun.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170521724283555093.post-26689675995128083972012-01-13T10:02:00.000-08:002012-01-13T10:08:13.222-08:00People's Choice Awards<div style="text-align: center;">It's awards season and you know what that means! I will be handing out my Best Dressed and Worst Dressed Awards for each of the awards shows. Yes, its true, I have no fashion training and yes, my comments may be pedestrian and way off base, but my eyes like what they like and hate what they hate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>People's Choice Awards</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I apologize in the delay but I had no idea this was on Wednesday. In other news Top Chef's Restaurant Wars was riveting!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>What I Liked</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not much really. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ginnifer Goodwin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Except for church bells for sleeves, I loved the color, the fit, the make-up and especially the hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faith Hill</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love high necks and halter style tops. She looks great.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kaley Cucoa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I believe she was the host of the show and I'm sure she had several changes but I thought the color went well with her skin tone and I think the dress had the right amount of embellishment although I might have pulled her hair back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Julianne Hough</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love the color. This fits perfectly. The shoes are great. Big flowy hair-yes, yes, a million times yes! Only criticism is that I think she dates Ryan Seacrest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Explain to Me Why I Like This</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">(New Category)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kelly Osbourne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Each award show there is always one or two dresses that everyone hates but that I love and I don't know why. I love this. I love the top, I love the long skirt, I love that stripe down the front. Although I don't like the hair color (too grey) I love the style. Go figure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>What I Didn't Like</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Evidently, a lot)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucy Hale</div><div style="text-align: center;">WTF?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vanessa Hudgens</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Too cob webb-y.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jennifer Lawrence</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's weird, I was wearing this same dress yesterday while I was running errands and the people at Wal-Mart and Jiffy Lube didn't care for it either. At least that's what their stares conveyed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Carly Chaikin</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, no, no, no</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jennifer Morrison</div><div style="text-align: center;">A plant from the 1970's called, its wants its macrame hanger back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tracy Gold</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love muscular women and its obvs that she has been working out, but I would rather see her in a cap sleeve (go ahead and roll your eyes) and a little more length on the dress and/or something that would elongate her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alyson Hannigan</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, this one is hard. I love redheads in red-although I never do and probably never will. This doesn't work for me: the color, the hair, the make up, the pattern on the dress. I don't like any of it. This makes her look much older than she is and I find it uninspired.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Oh, what was I wearing for the People's Choice Awards?</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was stunning in my TJMaxx Jeans with back pocket embellishment, button down white JCrew oxford with 3/4 sleeve, blue and white striped Gap T over the top and Nike Flip Flops. Make-up was minimal with mascara and bronzer. Hair was big, red and fabulous, as always. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917318816349927681noreply@blogger.com0