The only thing that ever motivates me to do dishes anymore is when I need to soak my fingernails.
Ok, folks… so my dear friend Steph has entered her ever-lovin kitty in a contest. I’m counting on all of yous to help ‘Stache win this thing! If you met him, you’d totally be ALL about him!!!
Here’s his entry:
I’m Mustache. The person who takes care of me, Stephanie, has entered me in The Humane Society of the United States’ Spay Day USA Pet Photo Contest, presented by Nature’s Miracle and Zoombak. Now I need your vote to help me win some cool prizes. Go here to vote for me!
To celebrate Spay Day USA (February 26), The Humane Society of the United States is telling everyone that spaying and neutering improves pets’ lives. In addition to making pets better, more affectionate companions, spaying and neutering helps animals live longer and healthier.
To enter the photo contest, my caregiver submitted this picture and wrote a few nice words about me. Help us get more votes by forwarding this message to other family and friends. If I’m one of the top 500 vote-getters, we’ll have a chance to win a fabulous prize. A panel of celebrity judges is also going to pick the best photo and essay and we’ll have a chance to win even more prizes.
If you’d like to enter your own pet in the contest, then please do—I can handle some friendly competition! And if you want to stay on top of how I am doing in the contest, visit the Find a Pet page and search for me by name.
Enter your pet in the contest and vote today. The contest ends on March 7, 2008.
I know what’s been on all y’all’s minds for the last month & a half…. WHAT is D’s New Year’s Resolution this year???!?!!!?!
Well, the reason I never posted it is b/c I actually never even made my resolution. I’m being more conscious to look better. Like doing my hair (instead of just pulling it back), and I bought a few new cute outfits. Since the break-up, it’s really important for me to LIKE what I SEE in the mirror when I look at myself.
I bought a new mascara that I love, love, LOVE! My bff-Sparky recommended it to me, & now they started makin it in waterproof, so I’m all over it. But it’s not all over me… hahaha… I know, corny, but I crack myself up so it’s ok.
I know this has been the most fascinating post so far, huh?
Anyway, here’s my New Year’s Resolution this year (drum-roll~ da da da da da da daaaaa):
Yup, that’s right. I’m gonna make it a point to sparkle more. Whenever I go out. Here’s what I got so far towards my New Year’s resolution (ring on the left).
It’s a HUGE cocktail ring, Swarovski Crystal. Last summer, a gal I met had a set that looked similar to this (to the right), but it was all clear crystals. I couldn’t validate spending more than $150 on a ring right now. But I have to have something bright & pretty & shiny & sparkly; esp now that I can’t wear my sparkly diamond ring anymore.
So, I’m vowing to wear jewelry more now. I used to wear jewelry all the time in high school. I never left the house without a necklace & earrings on. But in college, I lost that, and now I rarely wear a necklace or earrings. But my resolution this year is to be more sparkly, so I plan to wear it often.
What better way to kick this off than to buy what my mom is referring to as a huge tacky/gaudy ring?
Next up? Well, Sparky emailed me a pic of a gorgeous ring she’s been eyeing (ring on left). And I went to the site & found THIS (yllw earrings)! I know, puuurrrtty. (these last two pics I’ve hyperlinked to the site where you can find them, so you too can look at purty, shiny, sparkly stuff!)
Hi everyone. Yes, I’m still here. Sorry I’ve been all absent & stuff. Just a lot going on. I always have 10 days off work from just before Christmas to January 2nd every year, but guess what? This year, I spent much of that time all sick. Yuk.
That’s the worst; well, for me anyway. I’ve told y’all before how I’m super-busy at work from November to March. Like, so crazy busy I have NO time for anything. Well, I look forward all year to that lil break I get at the end of December so that I can have my normal life back, & of course this year, I was all sick for the entire period.
Also, major life-changing news in my life: Mr. T & I broke up. This really is life-changing. We weren’t just bf/gf; we were s’posed to get all married & stuff (this upcoming October). We’d been together for about half-a-decade. That’s a long time to be that close to a person. There really wasn’t anything we didn’t share with each other. So, it’s kinda weird when something happens & the person you normally tell that thing to just isn’t the person you can still tell it to.
Yes, I’m still ending sentences in prepositions. Oh, & talkin about ‘tions, I still haven’t made a New Year’s resolution yet. Although in my defense, I’ve been sayin ‘yo’ more often than I’ve changed my underwear so far this year.
Yeah, I know… it’s hot.
Ok, so what else….? OH- Guess what comes along with a huge break-up? More hot-stuff… zits! Yeah, I’ve gotten one zit after another. And so now, I’ve got myself a binary-zit. That’s when 2 zits decide to orbit around each other. And lucky me, it’s right on my cheek!
I know…. hot.
I put up a pic of a cantaloupe, b/c I know that the FCC would fine me if I put up a pic of my binary zit. It’s about time for them to make an example of someone to keep us in line; & I just don’t have an extra $300,000 lying around, ya know?
So, I was thinking of my whole one zit after another complex I’m going through right now, & I thought of something. You know how everyone likes melons? No, seriously, there’s a melon out there for everyone. I myself LOVE all melon, but I think honeydews my fave. Santa Claus is cool too, but you have to be in the mood for it cause it’s so sweet. But I do love all melon.
Well, I was thinking of pick-up lines from guys (b/c all guys have them, & most are NOT creative). And thinking of melon. And it hit me! Why can’t a guy who loves melons (99.9% of guys) also love zits on chicks?
Like, why won’t a guy come up to me & be all like:
Damn girl! That sexy thing on yo face reminds me of cantaloupe, & I’ve gots ta get me sum cantaloupe! I just wanna lick it!
But nooooo, I’m not hearing that. Weird, huh?
Oh, & this post is dedicated to Jen, who’s been asking me for months to update. Holla!
Ok, I’m gonna tell you guys something. For the last 4 years, I’ve been investigating 2 ppl at my work. You see, 4 years ago, this elderly man who used to do business at my company told me that one of the women here had “kissed” Elvis. Yes, the Elvis.
So, I narrowed it down to 2 women. They were of the right age, & audacity. I mean, these are 2 spunky, outspoken broads*.
I knew that one of them would be leaving sometime in the coming year, so I figured I had a year to figure it out. Yes folks, I had turned this into my very own Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
So, today I learn that 3 women at my company are retiring. Two are the initial two suspects, & the 3rd is a new-comer to the race. She had always worked at the company, it’s just that I didn’t know her that well in the beginning. In the last year, I’ve gotten to know her, & she could also have done the deed.
If you guys don’t know, I have this compulsion to need to know things. Things that are interesting, things that are none of my business, just THINGS. I mean, take a look at my sidebar, & how many links I have under “Media Stuff” or “Celeb Stuff”.
So, wish me luck, b/c my detectiving is abouts ta hit overdrive.
That’s just the way it is.
Here’s what James Black of Yahoo! Sports wrote:
Ugly uni alert: Apparently, there will be a weekly mention in this space of attire. Here’s hoping the references to hideous jerseys are kept to a minimum. A week after the Pittsburgh Steelers decided to take unis from three eras – bad, ugly and worse – and create a new look, their in-state rivals decided to upstage them. The Eagles rolled out a yellow and baby blue throwback ensemble so ugly that any further description won’t do justice. See for yourself.
I don’t know, I kinda like it. I mean, it’s supposed to be a tribute to what they used to have. Styles change. That doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate what came before. The ppl who played for their team before they came around used to wear those colors, & they’re just giving homage to that.
The only reason I even know about all this hating is b/c Mr. T is a huge Eagles fan. And I’m a big ole fashion fan. I also love wasting time online, & sooooo….
I’ve created this nifty slideshow using Flickr. And then I surfed the web until I found a way to embed it into my bl*g. Cause I’m cool like dat.
UPDATE: I thought the outfits were cute & colorful & happy-looking. Mr. T thought they were horrible.
I’m sure all of you have heard about local governments across the nation banning the whole saggy pant trend that’s going around. Now, I’m all for going up to a kid with his (sorry, but they all seem to be boys) pants hanging low, smacking him upside the head, & telling him to pull his pants up.
But I don’t think any government should propose a law dictating what ppl can & can’t wear.
What if they found glitter offensive? It’s fine to not like a trend. I wasn’t crazy about the backwards overalls (a la Criss Cross); I don’t enjoy feathered teased hair. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like something, you can’t just ban it like that. That’s not the principle this nation is founded on.
See, if you could just go around fining & arresting ppl for whatever you don’t like (or is really wrong, but not illegal yet); I’d get fines out the wa-zoo for always ending sentences in prepositions.
Now… if they were to propose a voluntary task force of
… big men … who are dressed as women … who are also packin …
to go around & smack those boys w/ their pants hung low upside the head until they pull them up.
Well, I’d have no problem w/ that.
OH OH… WAIT… I just had a thought. What if maybe an evil genius scientist could also concoct a serum of some sort? So that when the big man in drag smacked the fashion-offending young lad, HE would then have something come over him. So that then, HE also felt compelled to dress as a woman (sans ‘packin’) & go around smacking others that were once like him upside the head TOO!
Or, is that going too far?
It’s been a year & 2 months since I posted about his pancreatic cancer. You can read all the posts I’ve written about him all together by clicking here. You don’t have to click to read the posts, but I am very fond of the pics I put up to accompany the posts. I picked out older photos of him that I thought showed a lot of who he was beyond a maestro.
So, there’s not much to say; I’m sure you all have heard by now that he’s passed on. Instead, I’m going to post a bunch of things he’s said over his 71 years.
Above all, I am an opera singer. This is how people will remember me. Am I afraid of high notes? Of course I am afraid. What sane man is not? At the age of 4. I jump on the table. I am a little tenor. And I begin to sing, La Donna e Mobile. Children should be given the chance to play instruments, to sing. Every Italian play football. The first gift they give you when you are 3 is a ball. For me, music making is the most joyful activity possible, the most perfect expression of any emotion. For an Italian, being honored in America was a big privilege. I am open to everything. I am proud to be a messenger of peace for the United Nations. I haven’t seen the Elton John, but I have seen Rent on many occasions. I made 12 duets. It was such a pleasure to know these people from the inside, not from the cover of an album. I smoke cigar in the summertime. Probably in three months, 10 cigar. I want to reach as many people as possible with the message of music, of wonderful opera. I would like to raise money for the kids from the world. To do that, the only way, it was to call pop singer. If you call pop singer, you can sell the ticket. If children are not introduced to music at an early age, I believe something fundamental is actually being taken from them. If you see me once, you cannot confuse me with another. If you want to do something really bad to me, you invite at your home, and put one record of mine. And my digestion will be finished before begin. In opera, as with any performing art, to be in great demand and to command high fees you must be good of course, but you must also be famous. The two are different things. Learning music by reading about it is like making love by mail. People have a right to criticize. Sometime to be called Pavarotti is not always an advantage. Why should be elite, music? Excuse me. Music must be for everybody. We just baptized my daughter, and we have 300 people in the church. When we are going to be married, we will be alone. With the piano, at the age of 18, I was already singing for $1, $2 a performance. You don’t need any brains to listen to music. No regrets, no regrets. If music is central to a person’s life, it can be something very special and life-affirming. I am a very superstitious person.[When he performs, Pavarotti wants nails strewn all over the stage, and won’t tolerate the color purple. In former times, priests wore purple, and artists couldn’t perform during the season of Lent. So, purple, to an Italian, to an artist, means no eating, no money, no work, no women.] Olive oil is so incredibly healthy — as a digestive. I love it and I use it despite the fact that it’s the most caloric thing in the world. I am not a boiled potato — I am a fried potato. I have lost twice 85 pounds. Can you imagine? Twice. Despite the fact that I was born under the sign of Libra [balance], I am a person who calculates little and dreams a lot. With the grandissimi advantages and the grandissimi disadvantages. But, the advantages are 90% and the disadvantages, 10%. So it’s worth living as a dreamer. I love Ballo [Un Ballo in Maschera — The Masked Ball, a Verdi opera] for many reasons …. The tenor character Riccaredo is a good man who is deeply in love with his friend’s wife. I sympathize with him, not because I have ever been in love with a friend’s wife, thank God, but because I know how pwerful love can be and how it can make a man do things that he knows are wrong. I know one second before if is not going well. Absolutely. I feel it. Teaching I think is the most difficult thing. Teaching is more difficult than singing. ….. Why? Because you have to transfer a thought from your brain to the brain of the other person and the throat of the other person. [2005 – This was when Pavarotti announced that he was retiring from performing, & was now going to teach for free.] I’m going to teach for free. I don’t want to teach people just because they pay me. I want to teach people who really are good. I received a beautiful welcome to the world of music. I want to give something back to the younger generation.”
I like Mandy Moore. I don’t have a girl crush on her like I do on Salma Hayek. But I like her; I think she’s adorable. I don’t really listen to her music; just b/c I’ve never really heard her cds or anything. But isn’t she just the cutest thing? I do like the movies she’s done. She did crack me up in that American Dreamz; & made me cry in A Walk to Remember. I guess others thought it was a corny movie, but I liked it a lot. It struck me. I saw Because I Said So too; but I really like Diane Keaton too. And I can’t wait to see License to Wed.
Anyway, I heard she’s re-doing that “umbrella” song* by Rhianna. Uuggh. I can’t stand Rhianna. I just don’t like her; something about her. I don’t like any of her songs either. I’m always asking y’all to sign petitions & if there was a petition to get this Rhianna-chick to stop making albums, please send me the link to it. Thanks.
Yes, this was a no-point post; & I prob wasted your time. But that’s all I’ve got to say right now.
*Ok, so I don’t like any of Rhianna’s songs, but I do kinda like Mandy Moore’s version of it. Maybe it’s just my bias b/c I like her, & can’t stand Rhianna. Rhianna. Uuggh. Yek.
This is lil Fatima Jbouri, a 10-month old survivor of war. A death squad in Saydia (a war-ravaged suburb of Baghdad) raided her home, killed her mother & uncle, then left her for dead in the garbage out back. In 118 degree heat. Under a metal sheet. Her 7-yr old brother flagged down the Iraqi police, they gave her to US soldiers, & the pic you see is of her being held by US military at a combat support hospital in the green zone.
They say she most likely would never have survived in an Iraqi hospital. She has a Shi’ite name of Fatima and a Sunni name of Jbouri. Moqtada al-Sadr controls the health ministry/hospitals; he believes in the “ethnic cleansing of Sunnis”, & most likely she would have died before receiving any treatment.
Eventually, she’ll be re-united with her 5 brothers & sisters who are in an orphanage. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I mean, most orphanages (esp in some other countries) aren’t all that; if ya know what I mean. If she does go on into hiding with her Shi’ite relatives in the south, who knows what happens then. I mean, we’re still talking about her being in hiding in a hostile environment.
She was featured on World News Tonight with Charlie Gibson, Monday night. That’s when I 1st saw her. But I got to thinking about all the kids that we don’t hear of b/c they were found in the trash dead. Or just thrown around somewhere. All the kids that grow up in war-torn countries; if they’re lucky to survive. And some would prob rather not have survived all the atrocities they’d witnessed.
And I def don’t want to leave out the kids here in the States. The ones who’s mommies & daddies went off to serve us. Sure, they are told that their parents love them; even by the parents who are overseas themselves. But it’s just not the same, not having them there.