Break on Through

I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving! I've thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in, not working, and staying as far away from the stores/malls as possible. I seriously cannot believe people died this weekend because of the disgusting cluster f@#$ that the "Black Friday" shopping craze has become. Is there really something so necessary and amazing at Wal-Mart that demands people stand outside all night long so they can trample and kill someone the next morning? I love the Nintendo Wii just like everyone else, and yes, I do realize that LCD flat screen TV's really make that football game pop, but I'm really not up for a little 5am manslaughter. It's just sick and wrong. I've committed myself to doing at least 95% of my xmas shopping online this year. Granted, I only have two people to buy for, but I refuse to set foot in a mall or supercenter of any kind from today until after January 1st. I say "from today" for a very specific reason. The point of this post isn't really to bitch and moan about the current state of commercial affairs, but to tell you a funny story.

Yesterday I was unwillingly thrown into an emergency situation. I had plans to venture downtown to the DIA to check out the "Monet to Dali" exhibit with my good friend Dave. I'm a very slow get readier, so as usual Dave was outside honking his horn before I even had my pants on. I grabbed my favorite and only pair of skinny jeans from the dryer, ignored their partial dampness, and tossed (okay pulled and tugged) them on. As you can probably gather, skinny jeans are by nature tight. They serve a fantastic purpose of fitting perfectly into your favorite pair of knee-high boots; no bunching, no baggy knees, just a perfect tight fit. I rushed over to my boots, bent at the waste while standing, and attempted to tug one on. I don't remember what I noticed first - the cool breeze or the shredding noise. They were equally unpleasant. I froze mid-bend and realized what had transpired. A four-inch tear had made it's way up from my nether regions. Shock, sadness, and a few panicked sounds followed. I had seriously split my jeans up the butt. I couldn't waste precious time mourning the loss of my one and only pair of skinny jeans (which weren't cheap btw), I had art to attend to. I switched my entire outfit around, tossed on some flats and ran out the door blushing a brilliant shade of embarrassed. Never in my life has my booty so rebelled. It's been smooshed into more pairs of tight pants than I can count, hundreds of pairs of tights, panty hose, and leggings, and even the secret and unmentionable Spanx undergarments. How dare it react so aggressively against my Guess Jeans! After calming down a bit, I came to an understanding. The day before I had eaten more Thanksgiving dinner than one pair of skinny pants can possibly handle. I don't know if it was the stuffing, or the green bean casserole, or probably the apple pie, but I had done this to myself. I pushed my bottom to the brink and asked it to be restrained for the last time. Fair enough.

So how does this all tie into my rant about the mall, you ask?? Well, I want to wear my boots tonight so an emergency mall trip was planned. Skinny jeans were located and purchased and they will be worn. Why do I keep subjecting my rump to these uncomfortable conditions? It's simple. My new boots look super cute with skinny jeans...no matter how hard my booty objects!

Hottie of the week

After much griping from the restless readers, one Awesome Aaron to be exact, we've decided to make good on our promise to honor both males and females alike with our prestigious title of Hottie of the week and the glorious award goes to a genetic freak of a woman...Mrs. Brooke Burke. It's not news that Mrs. Burke is totally gorgeous but she's currently relevant for another reason; last night she took home a different famous title, (though not as highly regarded as ours!), the Dancing With the Stars Mirror Ball trophy. Together with her partner, Derek Hough she waltzed, samba'd, and cha cha'd her way to the winner's circle with those long hyperextendable legs and those sickeningly rock hard abs. She's a genetic freak because no woman should look like that at age 37 after 4 babies, I mean how is that even possible!??! I'll tell you how, her first husband was a plastic surgeon! Now I wasn't there for any surgical procedures and she's without a doubt genetically blessed but I have to believe, (for my own sanity and self-confidence) that she had help getting camera ready for a swimsuit calendar shoot a mere 6 weeks after giving birth to her second child, that's just not normal! There's not a whole lot to grade her on since she's best known for modeling and hosting E!'s Wild On traveling show but I'll do my best not let my bias (ok, jealousy is a better word) influence my judging.

Physical Fitness - 15: So I realize each of these categories is scored out of a possible 10 points but I gotta give her some serious extra credit for managing to keep the figure of a Greek goddess after 4 pregnancies, even her ta-ta's are still where they should be, not fair!

Body of Work: - 8: Since I can only grade her on what she's done, modeling and TV hosting, she's obviously a successful model and she was even decent as a TV host from what I remember.

Mental Stimulation: - 4: This is where I can get really nasty and only because she really has nothing to offer as far as mental stimulation goes, she's nice in interviews but not brilliant or funny or anything other then ordinary. She did entice me into watching 3 minutes of her infomercial for Gunnar Peterson's "Core Secrets" while she did crunches on the ball but I can't award too many points for just having to look good in a sports bra!

Overall Hotness Factor: 27/30 She careered in the physical category and danced her way to a mirror ball trophy in every type of frilly, fringe covered, glittering outfit and she looked amazing in all of them so she gets some serious props from us this week.

Top 5

Happy Thanksgiving week everyone! I am thrilled that this is a short work even though the holidays seem to have snuck up on me along with the cold temperatures and early darkness. I'm having a harder time then usual acclimating to the darkness at night, I don't know what my deal is but I'm seriously having a problem differentiating the hours between 5:30 and 10:30, I find myself checking my watch, phone or nearby clock to continue confirming what time it is at night. I keep thinking it's time for bed when it's only time for Jeopardy to start (which is 7:30pm and I suck at pretty much every category except the Bible and pop culture!). I realize this happens every year but for some unknown reason I'm struggling to adjust!

So one great thing about the holiday season having arrived is that Clementine oranges are available. I look forward to the day every year when I walk into Kroger and see those precious little boxes of sweet Clementines and is there anything cuter then a mini-fruit packaged in what looks like a little fenced in corral called Clementines?!? I love them! This is really taking me off on a tangent but I'm feeling very organic about this post and maybe even a little hungover from Friday night still so I'll let it go where it leads me and that is to this statement: I think I can confidently say that pretty much everything mini is cute. And I've been thinking of adding a new post to the blog so I might as well start now!

As many of you know, Nick and I are big fans of giving each other our top five _____ (insert topic or category here). It's an homage to his favorite movie High Fidelity and we've done everything from top 5 favorite Taco Bell orders to more serious stuff like top 5 garbage pail characters. So I'll start this new post item with Top 5 Mini things:

5. Clementines

4. Mini rake: Just the other day my Dad was over helping us rake up the millions of remaining leaves and I noticed he'd brought the cutest little mini rake! Now it turned out to be a rake that's meant to get in between shrubs but it's still mini and is adorable, it looks like a toy!!

3. Mini Dump Truck: I'll never forget the day when I was driving around downriver with Nick on his lunch break when a little mini dump truck drove past us, I squealed with delight at the cuteness of such a masculine associated vehicle miniaturized to half it's normal size. Now the one I saw was actually more of a Tonka style (as in the kids toys) then the one pictured but you get the idea.

2. Mini LP's: As a shout out to my honey, I'll tack this one on the list since deep down I really do think they're super cute. Nick has a collection of mostly Japanese Mini LP's which are CD's inside the original shrunken down LP packaging so, for instance, he sold a bunch of his Genesis CD's to fund his purchase of the Mini LP's which come in shrunken down packaging exactly like you would have found on the original LP. It's pretty genius by giving you the CD sound quality plus the classic packaging. They will, however; cost you a pretty penny since they only took off in Japan so they usually have to be imported.

1. Miniaturized Shoes: Ok, we've all seen them and don't even act like baby shoes that are mini adult shoes aren't the cutest things ever! Little Pumas, Little Converse high tops, and let's not forget the baby Uggs...oh my gosh my head might explode over the cuteness!! Look here, even mini Gwavin is wearing them!

Rock Chick

Mario, Luigi, Sonic, Zelda, Paper Boy, and Toad. Who are these colorfully named characters? If you grew up in the 1980's they were most likely your best friends. (Or did you guys actually have real friends back then?) Anyways, they were my best friends. I fondly remember the hours I spent playing Nintendo on my bedroom floor. I mastered Tetris, dominated Paper Boy - I was seriously the neighborhood champ at delivering electronic newspapers, and owned Mario Bros. 1 and 3 (because honestly, WTF was up with 2?!) As soon as Super Nintendo came out, I had to have one. Soon enough though, the 80's gave way to the 90's and the 90's gave way to boys. I unplugged my clunky video game systems and stored them away in the basement for years to come. Over the years, I turned my nose up at every video game commercial, player, or movie-inspired by. Who were these crazy people that spent hours sitting behind their computers punching buttons or screaming at their TV's?! Didn't they too put away their Duck Hunt guns and World Track Meet Running Pads?? Apparently, the video game world kept evolving long after I signed off my last game of Islands of Adventure. I just had no idea.

Fast forward to last Friday night. Nick and Leigh were recently the lucky recipients of a Nintendo Wii system. I was incredibly skeptical that this Wii thing was actually going to amuse me in any way. I grudgingly picked up one of the wireless controllers (no more A and B buttons!) and created my character. Soon enough I was kicking my opponents arse in boxing, bowling strikes like a pro, and hitting home runs out of the park like Jose Conseco! This was all fine and good and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. That is until the unveiling of a little thing called Rock Band. Out came the guitars and the cute little drums and the microphone. I could hardly contain my excitment...the guitar only has four buttons and a knobby thing -- surely I can play that! I can't tell you how amazing this game is for a person that has zero musical ability, but has always harbored a secret desire to rock out onstage like Slash. And the songs don't totally suck! I fumbled my way through Creep by Radiohead, Say It Ain't So by Weezer, and Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi. The last one really killed me...I'm no Richie Sambora (even though I HAD been drinking a bit).

So what is the moral of this story? Well, I learned not to count video games out. Even though I might have developed from a tom boyish 7 year-old girl with invisible friends to a 27-year old diva wannabe, I can still enjoy a night of video games. I don't think I'll be jumping on the second life bandwagon anytime soon (that still completely weirds me out), but if anyone has a Wii I will be the first one over destroying those guitar solos.

Oh Yeah!?!? Well take that!!!

And That Too!!!

I Rest My Case

Delayed Reaction...

Oh my, oh my, oh my, hummuna, hummmana, hummmana ....Lisa, I just have one thing to say about Daniel Craig...he doesn't hold a candle to this shot of Hugh Jackman!!! God...if you're listening, I'd just really like to thank you for blessing my previously shite day with this little reminder that Heaven does exist and it's filled with Hugh Jackman lookalikes who will massage my feet while serving me dulce de leche gelato out of gold plated bowls and ramble on with that sexy Australian accent all day long. Forget the snow and yucky sleet outside...I have all I need to keep me warm, thankyou Italian Vanity Fair! Oh, and btw Lease, he actually stands taller then 5'6" like your dear old Daniel Craig, good luck wearing heels around your 007!

Oasis tickets for sale!

Ok, so I know this isn't Craigs List, but I'm running out of options. I have two amazing floor seats to the Ryan Adams/Oasis show on Saturday, December 13 at The Palace. I have them posted on Stub Hub, but it's not looking good. If anyone is interested they are for floor section D, row 21 seats 9 and 10. I bought them on presale, so they are pretty good. $70/each and I won't even add on the stupid Ticketmaster fees or courtesy fees or 9/11 security fees or anything.

And no, I haven't lost my undying love for Oasis. I'm still going, but the little ticket fairy has once again come through. They would make a great Christmas present for that Brit Pop fan in every family! Let me know...I would be forever grateful.

The Week in Review 11/21/08

"Sippin on coke and rum, I'm like - So what I'm drunk, it's the freakin weekend and I'm about to have me some fun." Anyone?? It's only the most genius lyric ever from the mastermind behind the "Trapped in the Closet" series, R. Kelly!! I thought I would kick off this week's "The Week in Review" with a bit of poetry.

Now that we've all been cultured, I'd like to drop the week's biggest stories for you. Without further delay:

- Full House cutie Jodie Sweetin and husband to split! - it looks like her methamphetamine addiction will not be the low point of her life. Now she has a public divorce to go through with a small child in tow. Look for her to be driving the Olsen trolls around for extra cash soon.

- Paris Hilton and Benji Madden split! - I was never clear how someone downgrades from a Greek oil heir to a Good Charlotte twin, but Paris tried hard for a few months. Who will her next victim be?? I'm voting for a lesbian phase.

- Hugh Jackman is the Sexiest Man Alive! - Barack Obama was robbed.

- OMG Arrested Development film will happen!! - This is the best news I've heard since November 4th. Best comedy series ever. The show that launched the career of Michael Cera and brought Jason Bateman back from the Where Are They Now files. I will be the first in line wearing my best Buster Bluth costume.

- Oprah to downgrade her "Favorite Things" show - She gave out a $4000 HDTV Refrigerator to her audience last year. This year they will receive "a special gift that won't cost a thing." They got screwed.

- Detroit Lions lose both games next week! - Ok, so this is just a prediction.

- Big 3 Auto Execs are complete morons! - Not only are they getting paid 10's of millions of dollars to run their companies into the frozen Michigan ground, they decided to take their private jets to beg for a handout from the government. At what age do rich white dudes lose common sense?! Quick someone call Ted Stevens.

- Sarah Palin pardons turkey while turkey's brother gets head chopped off in background! - if you haven't seen this video, click here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8DTSPzU0RI (actual gory parts are blurred out)

That's all for this week! Thanks for reading!

A minor rant

I've been reading reviews of the Detroit Madonna show here and there and am amazed about something. A ton of readers have commented that she was two hours late taking the stage. That's just not true. I don't know how many concerts these people have been to, but when it says 7:30 on the ticket it doesn't mean the main act will be onstage at 7:30. She didn't have an opener, so that just means you sit and wait until 9pm. How ridiculous would that be if the doors were at 7:30 and two seconds later Madonna comes out...the show would end at 9pm! Totally not a big deal, but I am shocked at how many people are complaining about her being 2 hours late. I read that same thing happened on a few different stops, but she's getting a bum rap because people are morons. My two cents for the day!

Hottie of the Week!

Very sorry that we have slacked off on this category! I really can't think of anything better to do than find hotties to admire, so I have no excuse for not posting the last couple times. Allow me to make it up to you in the best possible way: Ladies and Gentlemen admire Mr. Daniel Craig, James Bond himself.

Now, traditionally on this day in November, People Magazine releases their official worldwide competition winner for "The Sexiest Man Alive." This year is no exception. They selected Hugh Jackman as this year's Sexiest Man and with plenty of good reasons. He has a ridiculous body, is a triple threat talent-wise, and just seems like a good ol chap. He's been married to the same woman for 16 years, has a few kids running around, and hasn't been caught in a scandal. To that I say, ho hum. I think Leigh would disagree with me on this and maybe she can state her case tomorrow, but I much prefer the British badass Daniel Craig.

He too has an amazing body, which anyone who saw Casino Royale can attest to (finally a man coming out of the water in a sexy bathing suit!), he is British so automatically cool, has the most amazing blue eyes ever, and just oozes mystery. You won't find him singing and dancing on Broadway. He'll be too busy cruising around town in that Aston Martin or sipping martinis in a tuxedo. Ok, so maybe I'm confusing his character James Bond for the real person, but I'm sure he also enjoys killing international criminals in his downtime. I saw the second Bond installment, Quantum of Solace, this past weekend and loved it. Granted, I agree with the critics that Casino Royale was a better movie overall, but Quantum was an action-packed thriller that nicely wrapped up his revenge issues for his dearly departed Vesper Lynd. It was more of a sequal to Casino than a full blown Bond movie, but who cares. Daniel Craig is the man. For these reasons, I don't even need to breakdown the hotness scale. He gets an automatic 30 out of 30 and my vote for the Dyingtobedivas "Sexiest Man Alive!"

SP's winning streak!

I just have to take a minute to rave about one of my favorite shows right now...Southpark. There have been some great episodes this season and with only tonight's episode left until next Spring I thought I'd give a brief bio and try to win over all you haters. The twelfth season started off a on a high note with "The China Problem" episode in which half was dedicated to mocking the despicable new Indiana Jones movie in a way that can only be described as shocking if not a little disturbing. The episode features three of the main characters being haunted by scenes of Indy being raped by Steven Spielberg and George Lucas in a mockery of other movie rape scenes such as Deliverance. Rape is still disturbing even if it is in cartoon form but it definitely got the point across and I couldn't have agreed more with their take, they took a classic movie and exploited it and turned it into a parody of itself by adding new characters played by horrendous actors and an alien villain with a crystal skull, it was 2 hours of my life and $12.00 worth of popcorn and diet soda I'll never get back!!! After the first episode the season hit a bit of a slump, failing to capitalize on what I figured to be a wealth of material to mock since the last season ended, what with all the politics, Lindsey Lohan gone lesbo scandals, endless amounts of idiotic Britney Spears moments, etc.. so after a 2-part episode meant to mock the unsuccessful movie Cloverleaf we were all wondering what Matt and Trey were going to do for the election episode. For those of you who are not fans of the show and think Southpark is beneath you or too crude and immature, you're totally right but it's so genius!! If people could get over the crassness of the 4th graders pooping on the teacher's desk, evil villain's heads exploding regularly, and an entire episode about a record setting turd you'd be surprised at the brilliance behind those little cut-out characters! They have no biases when it comes to who they'll rip on...everything is fair game and if you've been offended at one point by them ripping on something you agree with give it another chance because they'll be sure to do an episode making fun of the opposition in the future.

If you're going to give any episode a chance, watch the election episode, "About Last Night" which is periodically being replayed on Comedy Central. In this instant classic of an episode Matt and Trey managed to turn around verbatim speeches of Palin, McCain, and Obama from just the night before and spin it into a spoof on Ocean's 11 where all of the political candidates work together to steal the "Hope" Diamond from the Smithsonian which can only be reached by the Presiden't secret Oval Office Tunnel. It is by far one of their most clever episodes and in between scenes of Sarah Palin scaling the ceiling of the museum they spoof Obama supporters by showing them partying until they puke their guts out because Obama says, "YES WE CAN" and because "everything's about to change" so they won't have to obey rules or need jobs anymore. At the same time they show McCain supporters rounding up supplies so they can stay safe in a bunker since the whole world will end if Obama wins. It's a hilarious portrayal of both sides and it's full of great Randy Marsh (see pic above) moments where every song turns into some kind of praise for Obama and where McCain supporters are killing themselves over the world ending. If there's an episode that can win you over it's this one so give it a chance! Lisa's even recently become a fan and she resisted for years!!

The Ultimate Diva does Detroit...

Leigh says:
hey there fellow diva
Lisa says:
exhausted diva
Lisa says:
do divas have dark circles and last night's eyeliner still on?
Leigh says:
They do if they got to work on time! I, however feel much more refreshed since I slept through my alarm and just got here!
Lisa says:
I am a jealous mess right now
Leigh says:
yeah...even after 3 advil I still have a tinge of a headache from all that "premium" wine!
Lisa says:
Kind of like that "premium" chicken club sandwich and "premium" service at Ford Field
Leigh says:
Precisely...so let's start at the very beginning...
Lisa says:
yes, let's
Lisa says:
quite an exciting Tuesday night we had
Leigh says:
Indeed! We started the night on a high of excitement to check off yet another of our "must see performers before we die"
Lisa says:
Exactly...this was a momentous show
Leigh says:
Huge! She's the material girl and she hardly ever tours her hometown!
Lisa says:
Welcoming the "proud" hometown girl back to Detroit aftera 7 year absence
Lisa says:
So why not attempt to sell out Ford Field?! I mean the acoustics are amazing...love the echo effect
Lisa says:
But I'm getting ahead of the story...I was actually really proud of our $10 parking spot
Lisa says:
just a block away those suckers were paying $20
Leigh says:
Yes, surrounded by $15 and $20 parking we snapped up a gem of a parking space in a mildly safe lot!
Leigh says:
And our walk really wasn't too bad, on the way into the arena at least!
Lisa says:
I honestly should double check my car for all four hub caps, but I would consider it a minor losss
Lisa says:
I'm really glad we arrived to the arena only 15 minutes after doors were set to open...especially since the doors were NOT open!
Leigh says:
And continued to stay closed for another 15 minutes while a crowd of thousands shivered in the 25 degree weather!
Lisa says:
There is nothing like herding yourself into a pile of 20,000 Madonna fans in freezing weather. Detroit music fans, there is no reason to dress cute for any show ever...you will end up standing outside in subzero temps wishing you left that sexy mini at home
Leigh says:
and even when they did open the doors they only opened half of them and then had to rush people through security...thank god no one wanted to blow up Madonna!
Leigh says:
So after we finally made it inside we were on the prowl for food...at this point any form of food would do because we were starving!
Lisa says:
yes...and a delicious chicken club sandwich was looking pretty tasty
Leigh says:
well yeah, when your options are a hot dog, polish sausage, veggie burger and chicken it's a pretty easy choice!
Lisa says:
I didn't even mind the 30-minute wait for it either...the promise of chicken, lettuce, cheese, tomato and bacon was too hard to pass up
Leigh says:
Oh the disappointment we would soon face....
Lisa says:
no explanation was given, no reason was told for the chicken, bacon and cheese disaster that I paid $8.50 for the pleasure of eating
Leigh says:
So make that a chicken, bun, bacon, and cheese sandwich since they were out of 2 of the most important sandwish items ever, tomato and lettuce!
Lisa says:
How can anyone call a sandwich a "club" without lettuce and tomato!
Leigh says:
But whatever, we slathered it in mustard and relish and stomped off to our seats to scarf down the food
Leigh says:
which of course we had to wait in line for again...to get to our seats that is
Lisa says:
Desperate times call for adding relish to your chicken sandwich
Lisa says:
gross I am totally losing my lunch appetite now
Leigh says:
haha...well at least our quest for alcohol was a little easier even if we did have to wait in line 20 minutes for "premium" wine
Lisa says:
That amazing $7.00 shot of wine really did the trick
Lisa says:
good thing we got two
Leigh says:
Yeah, effeciency, that's what we were looking for, one less time to leave the seats for a second round!
Lisa says:
I discovered that I am not the most talented double-fist drinker ever. I spilled most of one of the drinks down some poor woman's back. Thank god she didn't notice
Leigh says:
OMG, I completely forgot about the woman who walked behind me while we were chowing down and attempted to rip out a quarter of my hair with her coat zipper!!!
Lisa says:
it was actually her coat button and I think most of your hair is still attached to it
Leigh says:
Leigh says:
ah I see...well that was super fun
Lisa says:
I had to remove your hair while putting my face suspiciously close to her crotch...close quarters doesn't even describe the seating arrangement there
Lisa says:
so on to the main event!
Leigh says:
so once we had that first glass of wine down we were able to relax a bit and wait somewhat patiently for the show to begin
Lisa says:
I believe she took the stage promptly at 9:30
Lisa says:
seated on a throne, naturally
Leigh says:

in a leotard and tights...also naturally

Leigh says:
the stage was pretty incredible! There were 2 floor to ceiling sparkly M's phlanking the stage and screens everywhere!
Lisa says:
Very happy with the jumbo screens...I am losing my vision thanks to my desk job and couldn't see the actual person at all'
Leigh says:
Yes, she was rather pint size from our seats out in the boonies
Lisa says:
I was a bit bummed that she played Vogue on top of the music to 4 Minutes
Lisa says:
I mean, if you're going to eventually play 4 Minutes anyways why ruin a classic!
Leigh says:
Yeah, and she played Human Nature with a rock edge as well....one thing about Madonna that we'd heard over and over is that she remixes and redoes all of her songs on tour...
Lisa says:
Yes...and it was true. I think the only remix that really worked was the amazing Like A Prayer
Lisa says:
That whole "Rave" section of songs was pretty awesome
Leigh says:
Oh BTW, Madonna looks ridiculous with a guitar and should stick to shaking her moneymaker!
Lisa says:
Agreed...leave the guitar playing to the musicians
Leigh says:
Like a Prayer was indeed the high point, 1. because we were feeling the full effects of 3 glasses of wine and 2. it was a great dance track that she extended for what seemed like forever!!

Leigh says:
La Isla Bonita was definitely in my top 3 favorites, especially with all the spanish tap dancing!
Lisa says:
That was cool for sure...the mariachi's were a nice touch
Lisa says:
I was really looking forward to Ray of Light, but she downplayed it too much...it could have been a huge dance number
Leigh says:

And I was already bummed knowing she was only playing one song off of Confessions on a Dance Floor and was more bummed when she played it with her damn guitar! Dance Madonna, that's what I paid $100 to see you do, dance and fake sing!
Lisa says:
Seriously...the guitar montages have to go
Leigh says:
Totally! I now see why Nick complained about her concerts, people want to hear the versions of the songs from the original album, not her reinvention of them!
Lisa says:
It reminds me of another famous re-worker, Prince. I don't want to hear a 10 second snippet of Little Red Corvette and then a 25 minute funk jam session
Leigh says:
Yes, so true!!
Leigh says:
Die another day was cool and I'd pay the $100 again to see her play 4 minutes and dance with the video hotness of JT!!!
Lisa says:
Yeah I enjoyed the video for Die Another Day too...her new songs sound better live
Lisa says:
Her outfits weren't that shocking
Lisa says:
One thing about Madonna is she really goes with a trend and sticks with it...very committed to the leotards right now
Leigh says:
Completely agree, I'm totally used to the camel toe now...didn't even phase me!
Lisa says:
Yes, and she loves to crotch shot the crowd...which is totally disturbing when you realize she's 50
Leigh says:
And her 18 dancers put on quite a show as well, it's amazing that she's over 50 and keeps up with her 20 year old dancers with no problem...and her ASS is unfreakingbelievable!!!
Lisa says:
But I will say that whatever Madonna is doing is working for her. I'm about ready to tie on a red string, pray to Kaballah or whatever and eat tofu if I can look like that
Lisa says:
Yeah, it's a nice booty
Leigh says:
she could use a few cheeseburgers but she's aged rather well compared to some concerts we've recently seen (i.e. Janet).
Lisa says:
I think Janet should work out with Madge for a while
Leigh says:
She would probably have to discontinue eating but it might do her some good!!
Lisa says:

And who else but Madonna can end a stadium-size show with no encore?!

Leigh says:

Oh yeah!!! That's right, no freaking encore, who does that?!?

Lisa says:

Normally I would be pissed about that, but for her it's like...well done

Leigh says:

yeah, I guess she can do it, she must have been tired from all that fake singing!

Leigh says:
So, overall how would you rate the concert on a scale of 1 to 10?
Leigh says:
10 being the best
Lisa says:
wow...this is a tough one...there were good times, there were average times...I'll go with a 7. I'd probably give her higher marks if she wasn't at Ford Field
Lisa says:
What is your final score?
Leigh says:
yeah, the Ford Field experience kinda downgraded it but we had a hella good time dancing...we might as well have been at a dance club! I give it a 7 as well, good music but would have preferred the original versions...great performance and visual production and super fun in the end!
Leigh says:
Until we left and walked 4 extra blocks in the frigid heart of Detroit that is....
Leigh says:
sorry bout that...
Lisa says:
The dancing was fun! Especially since no one else around us was dancing...we had the whole row to shake it in
Lisa says:
Oh well it's no one's fault...who knew that we exited via the back entrance!
Lisa says:
I needed to walk off the wine anyways
Leigh says:
Oh hey, what about the couple in front of us with the guy who was trying to execute the stand behind!!!
Leigh says:
I have a picture of him
Lisa says:
Oh I almost forgot!!
Lisa says:
You have two amazing pics that we'll have to post
Lisa says:
The stand behind rebuff and the "white boy gets down" photos
Leigh says:
that poor poor woman, I don't even know her and I could tell from two rows behind that her body language was saying "stop f'ing touching me!"
Lisa says:
I know...it's just painful to watch whenever a stand behind is executed. Ladies - if you fear slow songs and would rather run to the bathroom than stand with your man at the concert, you need to confront him. It's a filthy habit
Leigh says:
totally agree....well readers, I think that's a wrap on our concert review!!
Lisa says:

Her Royal Divaness

I made it through the wilderness - somehow I made it through. Didn't know how lost I was, until I found you. I was beat incomplete. I'd been had; I was sad and blue, but you made me feel...yeah, you made me feel...shiny and new.

Is it stuck in your head now?! Yessss. That's right, tonight is Madonna. Leigh and I will be heading to beautiful downtown Detroit to see the speck onstage that will apparently be Madonna herself. We will have a full report for you tomorrow on the good (her old stuff and everything up to Ray of Light), the bad (the last couple CD's), and the ugly (her penchant for wearing leotards). We will welcome her home in style.

Proudest Day

Today is an important day in Dyingtobedivas blog history. It's a huge step toward the total world domination we seek and I am thrilled to announce that someone actually cares about what we have to say! While we greatly appreciate our faithful friends and family who stroke our egos by saying they're mildly entertained by our nonsense we feel the need share our true feelings; we're here for one reason and one reason only...free merchandise, global fame, and free backstage passes plus an invite to perform onstage with Madonna like Perez Hilton...okay so that's more then one reason! So we're not quite there yet, we paid every cent of the $105.00 ticket for tomorrow night's Madonna concert but something big has indeed happened...a local companies press clippings search software has found us! Please see the third comment on the Woolen Mill post! Either one of our friends is totally genius and has way too much time on their hands or the owner of the famous Frankenmuth Woolen Mill found my little post and commented! Granted, they were probably a little insulted by my description of some of their products and I probably won't be receiving any free Ugg slippers (dammit!), or fur trimmed vests anytime soon but still, the fact that someone outside the circle of friends and family we beg to read found us! This is huge people! Next we'll be fielding sponsorship offers from bluefly.com and Neiman Marcus and they'll pay us to wear their clothes and sport the latest Hermes Birkin bag and we'll be jet-setting around the world offering our take on everything from the red carpet to the latest Wii games!! This is just the beginning!

My story is better than yours

Have you ever had a conversation with a friend and you're telling them a really great story. You know, something big happened to you that day - maybe you got a new job, or a raise, or your wife just had a baby. Your story is so impressive and fantastic that you are holding them in rapt attention. All is going well until it happens. The dreaded "story topper." Suddenly, your job offer or first born child doesn't seem so special. Your friend has just owned you and dropped a seriously better story. All you can do is stand back and let their story make yours fade into the past...like it never happened. Well, I have one of those stories. A story so awe-inspiring that I only use it in case of emergencies or whenever I'm feeling the need for some serious attention. Who am I kidding, everyone I have come into contact with for more than 30 minutes in the past 8 years has heard this story. However, I'm holding out hope that there might be one or two of you who haven't heard this yet and will read this like it's the blog post to end all blog posts. Here's a teaser: I met Paul McCartney.

My average "story topper" conversation goes like this (witness the power it has):
Someone: "Hey Lisa, you'll never believe what happened to me today at work!"
Me: "I don't care because I met Paul McCartney"

Someone: "Oh my god! I just saw Lauren Conrad from The Hills shopping at the mall!"
Me: "That's awesome. Have you ever met Paul McCartney?"

Someone: "I just scored two tickets to the sold out Paul McCartney show tonight!"
Me: "Too bad you don't get to meet him in person..."

And it goes on. I've found it to be incredibly useful in all situations at any given time. Now that I have you insanely interested, allow me to tell you how this all came about one rainy afternoon in the year 2000. I was on vacation in London, England. It was my second trip to the UK and I was as excited as ever. I had recently fallen hopelessly in love with the capital city on a high school trip, and I couldn't bear to spend more than a year away. I begged my mom to take me back to London for a week-long vacation between semesters and she agreed. Since it was her first time traveling to England, we decided to fill our calendar with as many cheesy tourist attractions as possible. Double-decker tour buses, Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, fish and chips at every restaurant, you name it - we did it. Part of the British experience for her was visiting the homeland of The Beatles. Being the good baby-boomer that she is, she always had a deep love and appreciation for all things Beatles. Paul was her favorite and she wanted to see where it all began (well, at least where it all began in London. We wouldn't get to where it all really began until we visited Liverpool a few years later). I was raised with a strong appreciation for The Beatles, and not just their early work thank god, and so was more than happy to agree to a Beatles-themed tourist walk.

We met up with the group and our fearless leader, whose name escapes me now but is widely recognized as the world's most crazed Beatles fan and expert. The plan was to walk around the city seeing all the necessary Beatles historical sites from their London residences, various venues, clubs they frequented, recording studios like Abbey Road, and even Paul McCartney's modern day office building. We ventured over to Soho where said office building is located. Our guide explained that this is the place that Sir Paul comes to work whenever he is in the city. Then he said that we shouldn't hold our breath for a sighting, but Paul did happen to be in the city that very day to attend the opening of the Tate Modern Gallery. In over 20 years of leading Beatles walks he had never spotted Paul and had only spotted Ringo once. The odds were sadly against us. We turned the corner from the office building and proceeded down a long, narrow street to an old recording studio. He seemed a bit distracted and kept glancing over his shoulder at the top of the road. Suddenly, he looked straight at us and said "Please, do not make any sudden movements or attempt to run towards him, but Sir Paul McCartney and his family are standing outside the office building." Cameras flew out, women screamed and a few tried to make a break for it. My mom and I stood frozen in place not knowing what to do. For a fleeting second you could see a man in a long coat walk into the building and disappear. We only knew it was him when a few minutes later his daughter and fashion designer Stella McCartney walked by us with her sister Mary. (side note: I've never felt like a bigger tourist/loser than when Stella McCartney walked by what was obviously a group of crazy Beatles fanatics walking around town staring at empty buildings).

The excitement was palpable, but the show was over. Our tour guide regained his composure and led us to our final destination allll the way on the other side of town, Abbey Road. Traffic was stopped, shoes were removed, and pictures were taken. The tour was over. We were on our own to find our way back to wherever it was we came from. My mom and I looked at one another and it was clear. If we saw Paul McCartney go into the building, he must also come out of the building. We grabbed our tube passes, ran to Paddington Station and took the train directly to Soho. I believe the time of day was around 3pm or so and being the rational person I am, I figured Paul must be planning to leave work around 5 like everyone else. Just enough time to get to the gallery opening that night. We grabbed a seat on a park bench across the street and waited...and waited...and waited. It rained, it drizzled, it nearly poured, but we weren't going anywhere. I noticed a lone man standing next to the office door and realized that he was an autograph seeker...we were hot on the trail. All that was between Paul and I was a glass door, one single person and a fairly busy road. A black town car with dark tinted windows drove around the park, slowing down for a second each time it passed the building. This, I correctly figured, was Paul's ride. He was planning to make a quick escape and I had to be on alert. A few minutes later I saw him about to exit the building and something snapped. I grabbed my pen and tube pass (all I had to write on), ran like the wind across the street without even glancing at the traffic, and came to a stop directly between Sir Paul and his car door. Shaking like a crazy person I stuck out my right hand and said something genius like "Mr. McCartney, it's so nice to meet you. Could I have your autograph?" He smiled and said "Sure! no problem", signed my tube pass and handed it back to me. Then he got in the car and drove away.

I wish I could tell you we had a long, meaningful conversation about the art of making music, or what really happened between him and John and Yoko, or why some of his solo albums are just so terrible, but we didn't. He was pleasant and gracious enough for even stopping for a crazy American teenager who had bolted out of the bushes and blocked his way. I stood on the sidewalk and waved to my mom. By the way, my mom never moved from her perch in the park. She said she intended to follow me with the camera, but when the moment came her legs just would not move. Luckily she had a long range lense and was able to take multiple snaps of Paul autographing my pass. The pictures aren't top quality, but you can tell who it is. Eight years later, she hasn't stopped kicking herself for not coming with me. I'm sure Paul would have stopped for one posed photo and I would have had a really awesome photo too. Alas, we all have our own reactions when faced with intense situations. My mom stands in her tracks and I run after people like a crazy person.

So that about wraps up my claim to fame story. I didn't stop shaking for the entire day and I still get a funny feeling when I think about it. When I had the opportunity to see him in concert a few years ago, the craziness of the situation really hit me. Here I was at The Palace, surrounded by 20,000 screaming fans watching one of the most talented songwriters of all time perform, and a few years earlier he and I were standing on a sidewalk in Soho, London with no one else around. Things like that boggle my mind.

I wish I could post the picture and autograph, but it's basically locked away at my parent's house in a fireproof safe. Maybe someday I'll find a way to transfer it online and then, of course, every single person I know will get their own copy of it. Happy Friday!!

The Woolen Mill...

Sorry for the long delay in posting, but I'm happy to hear that people miss us! I figured our blog could just die and no one would even notice!!

For those of you unfamiliar with The Woolen Mill, allow me to start with a description of a little place called Frankenmuth. Michiganders will surely need no explanation for this quirky and unique place, but for the rest of our out-of-state readers I'll do my best to give you the picture. Frankenmuth is a little town north of Flint that was modeled after a German village. The architecture is straight out of Bavaria in Southern Germany and while it's extremely cheesy and totally kitchy it's fun for one day a year to get into the Thanksgiving/Christmas spirit and stuff your face with the famous Zehnder's chicken dinners.

Since the mid-eighties my parents have bundled me and my two siblings up and made the annual pilgramage to Frankenmuth for one Sunday every October/November for what Nick mockingly named, Archibald Family Fun Day, and every year we do the exact same thing. First we head to the shopping village where we take an old fashioned photo (there's literally one for every year of my life) but this year...no doubt due to the economic times...we found a music shop in place of the Michigan nostalgia shop. And as much as I thought I hated this part of the day, when it wasn't there anymore I kinda missed donning the fishnets, feather hairpiece, and barmaid outfit in order to hold a fake gun, fake money, and fake half full beer mug in front of the saloon backdrop. But don't worry my Dad is looking for another place that takes old fashioned photos so as not to create a gap in the yearly photos!

Next we head over to Zehnders or Bavarian Inn where the chicken dinners are offered and we eat all the buttery noodles, salad, chicken, mashed potatoes, and desserts we can fit into our mouths until we have to unsnap our pants in order to keep breathing. Next we walk off the chicken by meandering down the main street and always end up at The Woolen Mill where you can find the most hideous of reindeer and jingle bell encrusted Christmas Sweaters, slippers, socks, and most importantly gloves and mittens. As is tradition, we all pick out a new pair of mittens or gloves for the winter season and unlike years past where I would automatically gravitate toward a sleek pair of black leather or wool gloves I wandered the store for a few moments taking in the beaded caftans, Ugg boots, and thick comfy blankets and that's when I saw them... It took me a minute to figure out exactly what I was looking at because I'm pretty sure I've never seen anything like these little guys before but staring back at me in a soft aqua and pastel yellow fleece was something called the "Lovers Glove". I immediately moved in and grabbed one off the rack to get a closer look, and sure enough it's a mitten/glove intended to allow a couple hold hands in one "glove" while the outside hands stay toasty warm in their own mittens. I scooped up three off the rack, one for me and my "luvaa" and the other's for 2 lucky couples, (you can send in your essays about why you and your significant other deserve the Lover's Glove!) who will be receiving these little gems this Christmas! Seriously, where do people come up with this stuff? First, what guy is going to want to wear this, you take an already cheesy idea and then you make it in pastel aqua and yellow, and they had pink and green as well! Secondly, any couple that needs to be touching hands at all times even when outdoors in a 20° blizzard makes me want to gag, give it a rest people!

I pity the poor guy who recieves this as a serious gift from his gf/wife and has to go out in public wearing it, he'll be mocked for years if any of his friends see him! Nick and I couldn't stop laughing when we were wearing the Lover's Glove, it's just too funny! It is however quite cozy and warm, but that doesn't matter, we are not that couple!! So for anyone who wants to witness a funny moment when their "luvaa" opens up their stocking this year, check out the Lover's Glove, it's sure to entertain!

The death of Facebook

As I'm sure no one has noticed, I decided to delete my facebook profile yesterday. It might have been a spontaneous decision on my part, but one I feel will pay off in the long run. As a person who sits behind their desk for 8 hours a day it was just too tempting. Work is busy again for me so I just didn't need the added distraction - besides, I already have a blog! I've now ridded myself of both Myspace and Facebook and I'm waiting for the world to end and for my friends to forget who I am.

Truthfully, I had a hard time ignoring certain comments, especially during the last few weeks. Don't ask me why I take these things to heart when they have nothing to do with me, but it happened. I found myself wanting to toss my monitor on the floor in a very aggressive manner. These traits are not becoming of a lady, so I did the next best thing...just deleted the darn thing. I'm going to miss out on connecting with that handful of people that I don't hear from regularly, but wish I did. I think there are certain things that are just better left pre-1999. So I hope no one forgets who I am and we can still connect via email, phone, text message, blog post or what the hell...in person.

I hope there will be more entertaining blog posts this week. We've really been taking a prolonged mental vacation! Next Tuesday we see the diva queen herself Madonna, so I'm sure we'll have some photos from our rooftop seats to post!

Rex

Look closely at the Tyrannosaurus Rex on the left of this picture.  If you recognize him you're already awesome in my book because you watched the totally brilliant Claymation Christmas as a child.  That's Rex the witty host...and you might notice something else....perhaps a slight resemblance to Lisa's inauguration date?

Amazing call Cil... 

Looking back, Looking forward

I was just reading an article on CNN about how most of the hotel rooms in D.C. are already completely booked for the Obama Inauguration (or as I like to call it "The Rapture"). The article instantly transported me back to a time of hopelessness and darkness. The year was 2005, the month January. It was a bitterly cold and snowy week in our nation's capital. I found myself standing on the lawn of the Capitol Building surrounded by thousands of screaming and cheering lunatics. No, I wasn't at a rock and roll show; I was at the Inauguration of George W. Bush. How does a bleeding heart liberal such as myself find themself at a Republican lovefest? Well, first of all I never say no to a party. Secondly, it was a chance to go undercover into the dark underbelly of the Republican Party. I wanted to see how Bush and his crew really operated. Questions flew through my mind: Could Rove pull off a killer party as well as he pulled off that killer campaign? Would Ashcroft serenade the crowd with "Let the Eagle Soar"?, would the Bush twins get so drunk that they appear in a Girls Gone Wild film? Serious questions need serious answers and I was prepared to find out the truth.

I had an invitation and a date. My dear college friend Kevin was working for Rep. Fred Upton at his D.C. office and asked me to fly down for the long weekend and experience history first hand. Not only did he have tickets to the actual Inauguration, he also had tickets to the Inaugural Ball! Thoughts of Cinderella and glass slippers raced through my mind -- I had never been to an actual Ball before! And a Republican Ball is still a Ball...just maybe a tad more conservative. The pressure was on to find the perfect ball gown. Kevin instructed me to purchase something long and extremely formal, so I knew that next to my wedding dress this was going to be the fanciest gown I ever wore. I was seeing sparkles and beads and satin and big poofy skirts! I was clearly on crack. I decided to purchase a large, satin, beaded, violet colored gown -- witness the photo.

I don't think I have to tell you that that dress in the dress bag weighed at least 10 pounds. I was wholly unprepared to lug that thing through two of the nation's busiest airports, onto a very small airplane and across the city lines to Virginia. The friendly flight attendant struggled for 10 minutes to fit the bag into the airplane closet to no avail. Finally, she relented and gave it back so I could prop it up on the empty seat next to me. The dress and I had a very comfortable flight and I was shocked to find it in one piece when I finally arrived at my destination in Alexandria. Kevin and I had a great time exploring Alexandria and D.C. for a couple days before the main event. It was actually incredibly cool to be there during a major historical event such as an Inauguration. I had a hard time shaking that creepy feeling that any large group of Republicans gives me, but after a couple days I was fitting right in. Rep. Fred Upton welcomed me into his offices and even gave me an autographed photo. Kevin took me on a really cool tour of the Rayburn House Office Building and the underground tunnel that connects it to the Senate building. We saw all the Senate offices and walked through the Library of Congress as well as the Senate Chamber. It was a whirlwind of American history. That night I went to bed early with plans to wake up before dawn so we could get the best spot on the Capitol lawn.

It was freezing and I was wearing a goofy hat, but nonetheless the Inauguration went on as planned. I might have been the only person in attendance who didn't brutily boo John Kerry as he was announced as a Senator to the crowd. At some point I think the temperature overtook my body and I completely froze standing up. All I remember of Bush's speech are the words "freedom" and "liberty" used over and over again. He could have been reciting the Pledge of Allegiance for an hour for all I know. Once that was over it was on to a private brunch for Fred Upton. Swanky food and swanky company followed by a few swanky mimosas. I tried to be a good Democrat and not act too excited as the day progressed, but I couldn't pretend not to be excited about my first real life Ball that evening. Back in Alexandria I must have spent two hours getting into the dress and doing my own hair (the horror!)...poor Kevin was ready to go in 10 minutes. Our car arrived and we headed to the National Museum of American History. I'll never forget the feeling of walking up those museum stairs, snow falling all around, and my giant violet ball gown swishing as I tried not to trip on it. It was a magical moment. Maybe the Republicans really weren't so bad after all. Maybe they really knew how to throw a party and maybe I was going to have the best night of my life! That's when I saw Donald Rumsfeld. The guest of honor was Rummy. I was suddenly snapped back from the brink of letting this whole conservative gala get to my head...reality came back into focus. I was there on a covert operation and the rest of the night must be spent snickering at all the greed and excess I was witnessing with my own two eyes. So what if I had 10 free top shelf drinks and a plate of shrimp cocktail so high I could barely see over it. I was sabotaging their party by drinking all of their booze! I did my best party frown during Rumsfeld's speech and tried hard not to shake my booty to the live band. It was an exercise in self control.

Looking back I realize how fortunate I was to attend a Presidential Inauguration, no matter who was being inaugurated. It was a fun-filled long weekend in D.C. and one that I'm sure I'll never forget. My only regret is that I can't relive the experience for a President that I actually voted for. Now that would be a party!

Diary of a Newlywed...my least favorite Fall activity

For all of us Michigander's and our faithful readers in Chicago and North Carolina, (dumb question but do you have trees with leaves that change colors in Southern Cali Iron Squirrel?) one can't help but notice the beautiful Fall weather we've had this year. Currently we're enjoying an unprecedented 68° for a Michigan November day and while it's about to end I've taken every opportunity to be outside and enjoy the gorgeous colors and warm weather. Fall brings many wonderful things like cider, donuts, Halloween, cozy sweaters and colorful walks one thing it results in is a lawn full of fallen leaves. The worst thing about Fall by far has to be the leaf clean-up and somehow we ended up with the worst lot in the entire sub for this task. Our house is almost at the end of a dead-end street and one half of our lot is lined with trees and bushes which act as a barrier to stop all the leaves that blow into our yard from the neighbors. Add this to the fact that we have several large trees of our own with big red leaves, (I don't even know what kind of trees they are but they're big leaves to rake!), and the result is a completely covered lawn, not even a blade of grass can be seen underneath all the damn leaves! So consider me a little overly cocky, and a lot under-prepared when I set out this past weekend with my trusty rake and a 4-pack of refuse bags to take care of the blanket of leaves. Our neighbor generously offered me her leaf-blower to which I said, "thanks but I could use the exercise and it should only take an hour or so." Cut to me panting, sweating, blistered and dirty three hours later with only half the lawn raked into 10 enormous piles. Fortunately my bags ran out after the first half hour so I couldn't finish and I figured surely Nick would help me bag them after all the raking I did. Cut to me waving goodbye to Nick 4 days later (last night, which was trash night), as he drove off to the AC/DC concert leaving me with 20 new empty leaf bags, 6 piles left to bag after he and Ressler helped me for 15 minutes (thanks Marc!!), and half a lawn left to rake. So when it was so dark that I couldn't find the rake I'd set on the ground I called it quits and realized sadly that I'd only finished bagging the already existing piles. I haven't even touched the back yard or the side of the house and I don't even want to start thinking about what I'll find in the gutters when I clean those out. I completely underestimated the amount of work this whole Fall cleanup thing would be and I'm really going to have to invest in a blower or landscaper to do it for us or this picture is totally going to be me in 5 years after all the wear and tear on my body!!

In case you haven't heard...

There isn't really anything I can add to the conversation and make it sound intelligent, so I'll just say that I'm happy. I think today I woke up a little less cynical and a little more hopeful. He has a huge weight on his shoulders and I can only hope that he can pull some of it off. Michigan really came through on the props...good news all around. Is it too much to ask that Prop 8 gets rejected too??

Our Halloween: As told to me by those who remember

It's Halloween party recap time! You might have noticed that we've been a tad quiet around here lately. First, an apology. We really have no excuse except for the fact that we might have killed most of our remaining brain cells on Friday night. I don't think it was any crazier than any other Halloween celebration we've had in the past 10 years, but there is one small detail this year that makes all the difference. We're all a year older! I am beginning to see the hangovers last well into the next day, if not the day after the next day. But that just means that Friday nights are the way to go and I can't feel guilty for remaining immobile all day Saturday. Small adjustments make all the difference. Oh and water water water.

Live at PJ's was our bar of choice for the second year in a row. It's not that we really love this place, it's just that none of the college kids that go here are smart enough to call in advance for a table. That means that we get the pickings of all the tables in the place, and this year we moved on up to VIP status with our corner lounge area. No more fighting that slutty nurse for a place to stand, we had our own couches (to stand on). When we got there at 9pm, my heart sank to see the place completely empty, but then I remembered that people in A2 don't party like us geriatrics in Plymouth. They come out at 11 (remember those college days?). Thankfully by 11, there was a sea of costumed revelers and the hot mess could truly begin. The next thing I know, we're eating at Panchero's, I'm wigless, and it's 3am. Fortunately, Leigh is always there at every sloppy moment to capture the memories on film. I'll just share a few of our faves and maybe not so fave moments from the night. The rest was just a fantastic blank spot in my memory. Shout out to Deb though for being entered into the "Best Costume" contest. I don't think she won (mostly because we were all too busy jumping on couches to know she was in the contest), but she won in our hearts!

Happy Voting Day!

So I'm not nearly as excited for the results of this election as much as I am excited for it to all be over!! No more political conversations, no more awful TV ads, constant sound bytes, grand speeches that don't answer any real questions, I have had enough! I apologize to all of you Poli-Sci nuts out there if this is your favorite time of year but seriously I can't stand it anymore. I think I reached my max after seeing the "Proposal 2 goes 2 far" ad which is against loosening the restrictions on stem cell research and uses an animal analogy ad that starts with, "this is not a cat, it's a feline" while a poor little barn cat stares into the camera, then it moves onto, "this is not a pig, it's a swine," as little Babe snorts for the camera. Then it describes, in about 10 seconds, what they really think the proposal means for Michigan, (they don't want public funding for it), and really drives the point home when Daisy the cow flashes on the screen and the voice over says, "this is not a cow, this is bull"... honestly whoever let this ad get on prime time TV should be caned until they're ass is purple, it's so bad! I miss watching those cute little Clorox Scrubbing Bubbles as they whisk away the soap scum on the tub, and the cave-men Geico commercials that still make me laugh even though they're completely overplayed, and I even miss the ladies from the Yoga Booty Ballet infomercials, boy can they get funky in downward facing dog! I'm ready to go back to, normal TV, normal news, and anything less frequent then daily political discussions. We blog purely to promote our divaness around the globe, not our political agendas, but no matter what happens by tomorrow morning, I think we can all raise a glass to moving ahead with a new president. Cheers!