I fall in love with fictional
characters. Often. It's a weird
thing I do. But I can't seem to
help it. However. It's bad.
Because I get all these crazy
ideas of what I want in a guy,
and I go out in the world looking for him,
forgetting that this image in my head is
simply a mere collection of all
these made up mans that I've
come in contact with through
movies, books and TV throughout
the years. Pshh.

I'm pretty sure at one point
all females believed in
dating preppy Zack Morris.
And I can't say that I wasn't
among the female race with
this one.
Than...there was bad boy
Dylan McKay. Who I was
convinced of marrying.

With a combination of good boy
Brandon Walsh thrown into
the mix.
The two of them together...YOWZA!

I later threw goofy David Silver into
the blend. Because after he got
passed his boyish blond highlights,
he was one yummy creature. That brings me to charming
Pacey Witter.
Who I am still completely infatuated with.
Is that weird? I know Pacey has been,
well, non-existent for about four years
now, but I still can't quite quit him.
I am so sure that such a guy is out
there. He's adorable in so many ways. His
days on the Creek filled me with
pure bliss every Tuesday/Wednesday
night. (Depending on the season-and
the switching of days-ugh.) I envied Joey
Potter for snagging him. And applaudeded
her for finally getting over her stupid
love with drama-king Dawson, and moving
on to who she belonged with. (Thank
you Kevin Williamson for ending the
series with them happily together on the couch!)
He is, by far, my favorite TV crush.
And at 23, I don't even feel the least
bit ashamed in saying so.
So Mr. Pacey Witter, if you're out there,
figuratively, mentally, and physically,
give me call.
And Diana Kruger-I'm so J. of you
for getting your hands on the
man behind Pacey Witter. Must be nice.

Thank gosh nerdy, but cute,
Seth Cohen was created for
my TV viewing pleasure.
Because after the CW, formally
known as the WB, gave Dawson's
the ax, I very quickly absorbed myself
into The OC. And thanked Fox for
bringing it into my life. Even if it was
only for four little seasons. Seth was
the cure for my Pacey withdrawal.
But even though there were many similarities,
I honestly couldn't compare
the two.

My heart still ached Pacey Witter.
Thank goodness for TBS reruns and
the box sets. PHEW!

OH. . .and during these adolescent years,
an admiration for the quirky
Ross Geller merged into the
sexy brew. Only naturally he would,
though.



And THAT my friends, is only my
TV dreamboat list.

I think I'll hold off to do my
leading movie men...and book
men. Because I don't want
to get carried away here.
Instead...I'll drag it out
during the week.

For now...I think I'll go pop
in season 4 of Dawson's Creek
and drool over PW. Because
sometimes...that's just what
a girls gotta do!

When You Can't Find The Right Words.

Since I'm obsessed, and when I
say obsessed, it doesn't even
justify my utter love...

What is this obsession of mine you may ask?
The answer:
Quotes.
I can't get enough of
them. There is just something
about a r.r.r.r.r.really good
quote that I can't explain.
Especially on those days
when I think no one will ever
be able to understand what
is going on with me, and I just
can't seem to find the words.
But I do know that I can always
count on that one special quote...
because there will always be a
quote out there to get me through
those days when I think no one in
the world knows what I'm going through.

So. Since I'm in a quote-a-licious mood...
here are some of my very favorites...
for all those quote-loving people out there.

*You are everything I knew I always wanted.
*You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
*Like fresh fallen snow, be careful where you walk, for every step will show.
*A real friend is someone who could be crying her eyes out, and still ask how you are.
*I'm bitter but young. Negative but hopeful. Sad but I laugh.
*When the World says, "Give up..."
Hope whispers, "Try one more time.."
*I don't need a certain number of friends. Just a number of friends I can be certain of.
*We all take different paths in life, but no matter which path we take, we all take a little part of each other.
*But here we are together, and that's all that matters in the end.
*Love simply is. It asks no permissions. Acceptance is all love asks, the only demand it makes, but it is an absolute one. You can either admit it to your heart or refuse it, but there's no other option.
* Love is such a simple word, but I'm oh so glad to be in it with you.
*It's okay to need each other. That's what makes us strong, that's what makes us human.
* Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
* Don’t deny your feelings. They alone are what guide you through life.
* The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the ones you make for yourself.-Sex and the City.
*Dreams aren't perfect. They come true, not free.-Dawsons Creek.
*Take love, multiply it by infinity, take it to the depths of forever, and you would still only have glimpse of what I feel for you.-Meet Joe Black.

It was difficult to choose just

a few, because there are oh
so many that turn my heart into
a flutter. For one reason or another...
or no reason other than the fact that I like
the way they sound and look on paper.
But if I sat here and typed up every
single quote that I adore...I'd be up all
night, and then some. . .
Pshhh.

A Poem On This Friday Afternoon.

My good friend Matt wrote this poem
a few years back in one of our

writing classes we took together.
The theme we were writing about
at the time was war. I saved it
on my computer because I
instantly fell in love with it.

What I Would Have Told My Son If I Had The Chance.

Be good for your mother

Don’t spit in public.
Or point.

Tie your shoes.

Wash behind your ears and between your toes.

Put deodorant on

Pick up another’s dropped item.

Say God Bless You.

Open Doors for everyone:

Bullies

Strangers
Acquaintances
Friends
Family

Give kisses
Firm Handshakes
Hugs
Do favors for nothing in return.
Don’t curse.
Laugh as much as possible
Even when someone’s joke isn’t funny
Do all of your work.
Don’t be lazy.
Follow your heart.
Be kind
Gentle
Tough when necessary
Stand up for yourself.
And what you believe in.
Don’t be stubborn.
Selfish
Or too proud.
Love your woman
And only your woman.
Don’t be deceitful
Malicious
Be contagious
Be yourself.

*The layout of this poem isn't working. The way the words are supposed to be centered and placed really add to it...but it's not allowing me to do it that way. Pshh.*

Twelve On Thursdays.

Twelve TV Guilty Pleasures:

-1. Keeping Up With The Kardashian's.
-2. Re-runs of Dawsons Creek. (Yeah TBS in the morning-even though I own the box sets.)
-3. Dancing With The Stars.
-4. One Tree Hill.
-5. Desperate Housewives.
-6. The Simple Life. (When it aired.)
-7. Real World/Road Rules Challenges.
-8. What I Like About You.
-9. October Road.
-10. Grey's Anatomy.
-11. This seasons Bachelorette.
-12. Phil of The Future. (I'm a Disney weirdo)

It's Like The Plague.

The poison is spreading like
wildflowers. A new patch
seriously turns up on my
body by the hour. It's awful.
This is why I don't do yard work
and such. Nothing good comes from it.
Not to mention...the entire house
has it. Yes. All of us. My sister and I
share a bathroom...and she likes
to steal my razor. So I'm guessing
that the little bugger who showered
after me on Saturday, took my
razor and infested herself with
the itch-fest. Pshh...it'll
teach her to not use my stuff.

My poor mama also now has it.
I'm guessing from snugglin' up
next to Papa Stout.

So here we are...the lil' PIF.
(Poison Ivy Family)

Here are E and B.
Brother and Sister-In-Law.
They live in the house where the epidemic all
started. Thankfully the red irritating bumps haven't
attacked B...for she has a little potato spud
growing inside of her currently. So to be preggers AND
poison ivy infected...just wouldn't be pleasant.

Randall-I have taken your advice
and looked up some home remedies.
We shall see how it goes.
Here is to wishful thinking. . .

My name is Gossip.

I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society. My victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody's friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
I am called Gossip.
Office gossip...shop gossip...party gossip...telephone gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.
Remember, before you repeat a story, ask yourself: is it true?
Is it fair?
Is it necessary?
If not, do not repeat it.
Keep quiet!
Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, shallow minds discuss people.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

On Saturday, I decided to be
the darling little sister that I am...
and go help my brother tidy up
his backyard. It kind of looks like...

Not the actual picture-but close enough.

My brother, dad, and I spent
the afternoon chopping away at
this mess to clear it all up! I got to
use exciting tools such as these bad boys...

I also had the pleasure of working

on my tan...which is always
a highlight for me.

After we had accomplished a whole
lot, I headed home, took a shower,
and got ready for a long awaited night

with my beloved college friends.

After one too many...the girls take a break

before heading to the next bar...
that we never ended up making it to.
(Who is that guyyy?)

After getting yelled at on the street, we managed to
find this AMAZING taxi driver, Buckwheat.
He serenaded me and this smiley girl, ALM.
We were obsessed...and than realized we left
him about a 50 dollar tip. Ahem...we weren't
THAT obsessed... just THAT intoxicated. Ick.Ms. L.Woods caught a shirt thrown out
into the crowd from the band. She was so
tickled pink! Brian in the background
was clearly mad...I guess he really wanted it.

We didn't end up going to
sleep until, mm, 6 AM, and than
were up rather early. I felt completely
under the weather and had a hangover
that just wouldn't quit. Simply because

I had one too many of these...

And these...And oh...these...

Sunday was a day of rest.
I avoided the bright sunlight
and all kinds of noise. For
the thought of both made me
want to toss my cookies.
I was however extremely
glad that I didn't develop poison
ivy like my brother and dad did
from our Saturday work day in the yard.
Phew.

Monday, I woke up way too
early itching and scratching.
Only to find an unfortunate
patch of poison ivy on my arms.
It took an extra day for mine to
appear...so now I look like this...


...And I'm soooo not happy.
Granted, it looks nothing like
my brothers or dads does.
My brother is highly allergic, so he
is basically covered. It's so gross.

K.Merc was in town, so we had a
date to go get pedicures.

The lady talked me into

getting that design...but she forgot to
mention that it was going to be an
extra five bucks! Pshh.

I then went to babysit the
coolest four year old around.
(Soon to be five!)

Mr. Simon...We went swimming...Bird watching...

And made art projects...
Look at Mr. Simon's butterfly.

And he totally made a Blue

Power Ranger Mask.

It was a rather eventful
passed few days.
But I'm being a big baby
over the poison ivy dilemma.
Since it's my first time ever
having it and all. Ughh.

You Wanna Live In The Zip?

I have a lot of weekend
excitement to talk about.
But today was busy, therefore
leaving me with no time to
do so.

But as I lay in my bed,
completely and utterly
exhausted, I give you the
New 90210 Series Trailer!
(Thanks Miss Lilo!)
Because, um, I am more than
pumped for this.

So as they've been saying on
the CW commercials...
AMERICA'S FAVORITE ZIP CODE IS BACK!



Eeek. I almost can't contain myself.

Painting My Nails Red.

If I had a dime for every...
Time I said "psh," I'd be so rich.

If I could catch a star I'd...
Put it in a jar and keep it.

If you saw me cry you'd...
Think it was nothing new. My eyes always tear up.

If you could read my eyes they'd tell you...
To stop reading my eyes.

If I could go back 5 years I would...
Have done a few things differently.

If you saw me walking...
I'd hope you'd come out and join me.

If I could fly, I'd fly to...
Ecuador. I miss it.

If I had a black cat sitting in front of me, I'd...
Say, "Hey what's up, kitty?"

If I could live in the Big Apple I'd...
Be soooo excited, and hang out with Kara a lot.

If I had to leave my soulmate I'd...
Beg not to.

If I could be a movie star I'd be...
Friends with Rachel Bilson, and Blake Lively in the day and than partying like a rawkstar with Britney, Paris and other socialites at night.

If I did a trick it would be...
Jugging fire. I always thought that was cool.

If I had half a million I'd...
Probably be really irresponsible with it at first.

If I could pick only 6 things in the house to have for 1 year, it would be...
Laptop, TV, DVD player, Camera, my bed, my wardrobe.

If I really could have a dream come true it would be...
To meet my husband tomorrow. I'm sick of looking.

If Hilary is elected president...
I think she'd be great!

If the drinking age was lowered...
People would just start drinking at an even younger age.

If aliens really do exist...
I'd like to hang out with one for a little bit.

If school wasn't required...
I so wouldn't go, ever.

If I had a special power…
I'd use it to my advantage, and rub it in people's faces.

If I am what I eat...
I am a piece of cheese pizza...or a Wendy's.

If I am rubber and you are glue...
Whatever you say bounces off of me, and sticks to you. Duh.

If I ruled the world...
I'd constantly go around singing that song by Nas, If I Ruled The World...imagine that. As if I don't already sing it enough.

If dogs are a man's best friend...
Than I'd feel bad for all those men with no dog.

If time heals all wounds...
Than I shall keep on waiting. . .

If I won the lottery...
I wouldn't work...I'd take care of my family and friends, buy a fabulous apartment in Manhattan, and hang out.

If actions speak louder than words...
We should all talk less.

If I died today...
I wouldn't have accomplished like anything on my "To-Do" list before I die.

It's Your Birthday, Woman!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!

I know we fight often...and I
sometimes think you're impossible,
and vice versa...but regardless of all that,
I still love you like whoa...and think
you are amazing. Simply amazing.

So as a tribute to my love...I will
post lyrics to one of your favorite songs.
Haha. I know. I know. You just
like the beat of the song, and it's good
to work out to...not the actual words.
But it still cracks me up that you, yes
you, of all people...enjoy the lady lumps song...

My Humps-Black Eyed Peas

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
Brother I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got you,

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

And OH...I would have loved to have
posted a yummy picture of you...
but since you H.A.T.E pictures of yourself,
even though you are such a babe...I humored
you...since it's your birthday and all-and granted your
wish of not posting one.
You're so lucky to have me as a daughter.

Holla, mom, holla.

Twelve On Thursdays.

12 songs that I'll never,
ever get enough of.

-1. I Don't Want To Miss A Thing-Aerosmith.
-2. These Days-Rascal Flatts.
-3. In Your Eyes-Peter Gabriel.
-4. Let Them Be Little-Billy Dean.
-5. Piano Man-Billy Joel.
-6. Summer of 69-Bryan Adams.
-7. You're So Vain-Carly Simon.
-8. As I Lay Me Down-Sophie B. Hawkins.
-9. I Need You-Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.
-10. Have A Little Faith In Me-John Hiatt.
-11. Concrete Angel-Martina McBride.
-12. Ain't That America-John Cougar Mellencamp.

It was really hard to choose just 12.

You Tell Me.

I miss my friends. A few very special, and SEXY ladies of mine live too far away for my liking.

Spreading from New Jersey, New York, Delaware, and all the way to the southern parts of New Orleans. What the heck is up with that?

L.A.M.E.So. Since I can't see, and don't talk to them every day...I will be using them as my inspiration. Because well, they are the greatest.

But I'm bias, clearly.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Is it possible to be completely and utterly
in love with someone, yet still develop feelings
for someone else?

I say no. But some may disagree.

I was discussing this topic with a friend
earlier. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've
discussed this topic with a few of the noodle heads
more than a handful of times.

Sure. It's natural to find other people
attractive. That's normal. But I'm talking
far beyond that. I'm talking
"I wonder what it would be like with him..."
feelings. And no. My friends are not whores.
In fact, they are very committed and faithful
girls. (Stay that way, my loves...you know
how I feel about cheating!)

Lets say that you've been in a relationship
for three years. He is a great guy. Things are
going great. And you simply couldn't ask for more.
However. He is the only guy that you have
ever really been with. You've been tied down
with him, and never had a chance to see
what else is out there. What if he isn't really
the one, but you just don't know any
different?

So than. . .lets just say another great
guy walks into your life. We'll call
him He-Man. He is a friend of a friend of a friend.
You meet him at one of these friends picnics.
You both went to grab for the spoon
in the potato salad. You laugh, he laughs, and he
dishes you out some of the yummy slop.

You sit down at the same table, and strike
up a conversation. He's cute. Dark hair, nice eyes.
You have so much in common. Except, he's single...
and you're in a three year relationship. Remember? Oops.
You are drawn to him all day long. You bat your
eyelashes shamelessly and even team up
to be his partner in the horseshoe game.
(You do find time to sneak off and call your
boyfriend to check in with him, of course.)

You end up exchanging numbers at the
end of this shindig. As friends. He knows you're
dating someone, and he seems to be completely
cool with it.

You go home to your loved one. (He was studying
for a test and wasn't able to make it out.) He looks
so cute sitting on the couch in his glasses. He is
drinking a cup of coffee and looks extremely
exhausted.

"I brought you home a piece of cake," You say.

You give him a kiss and snuggle up next to him.
You tell him about the picnic, briefly talking about
He-Man and your domination in horseshoes.
At the mention of He-Man, you start to wonder when
and if he'll call you. You can't help but feel
guilty of these feelings. But you also can't
help but get a little excited.

You and He-Man end up hanging out a few
times, even with boyfriend in tow. They
get along really well. Not that you expected
them not to. Your feelings for He-Man continue
to grow, but your feelings for the boyfriend are
still right there. Just where you left them.
Just where they belong. You know this
entire thing is ridiculous. You know it.
And with that, you shake off your crush.
It's the right thing to do.

You love your boyfriend. You're happy.
You go home with your BF and crawl into
bed. You know you're making the right
decision. This is the guy you have dreamed
about marrying. You shove those
silly crush-like feelings away, still with
a crisp pang of guilt for ever doubting
what you have.

So again. I re-ask the question from
the beginning. . .

Is it possible to be completely and utterly
in love with someone, yet still develop feelings
for someone else?

Is Love Just A Click Away?

Meet K.Merc.

Down on her luck, this sexy friend of mine above,
decided to join Dr. Phil’s Match.com. I was
extremely against it. I thought it
was dangerous, silly and simply not the
way to find true love. Plus-I hate Dr. Phil
and I detest such shows like The Bachelor,
so I couldn't imagine internet dating to be any better.

However, despite my battle, she stuck
with the site. She went back and forth
'winking' at a few different stud muffin’s
and ended up meeting up with one of them.
After a few pointless dates, she decided that
this guy just wasn't what she was looking for.
Surprise, surprise.
I thought for sure she was finished with
Phil's match-making madness, however, much to my dismay,
she decided to take a chance with another lurker with
a silly screen name.

This time, it turned into something more
than just a few no-good dates. Before my
very eyes, er, ears, since she lives two hours away,
my charismatic gorgeous friend was falling for
this man she met through the screen of her computer.
It was no doubt that the brown haired, brown eyed
beauty would knock the socks off of him, I just didn't
think it'd be possible for him to knock her socks off.

I started to wonder if this online personality
K.Merc had been shamelessly flirting with via IM,
and meeting at the bar during the night, would
actually be the very same guy that would give
my friend her very first real boyfriend.
Would this guy eventually be coming home
with her on weekends to meet her family and friends?
(The answer: yes.)
And would this dude swoon my Grey's Anatomy
obsessive pal right out of her Thursday night routine?
(Again-the answer is yes.)

Things are going well for them.
Three months well in fact.

Just look at the happy couple.

But I still can't help my skepticism.
It just keeps getting in the way.
Don't get me wrong, I'm totally happy for
my wonderful friend. (I promise K.Merc!)
I'm just still very unconvinced.

Is this what it has come down to?
Can the World Wide Web really be a feasible
way to find ones soul mate?
Or is it simply a settling tactic for
desperate people who want someone right now?
No offense to all those happy in love with their internet sweetheart!
I’ve heard all the testimonials. . .
believe me, success story after success story.

I don't know. Maybe I’m just old fashioned.
But I think I'll stick to the cheesy
pick-up lines by guys at the bar.

Hmm.

Bringin' Sexy Back.

Happy Birthday George Post!


















One of my nearest, dearest friends
from college celebrates his birthday
today! He is nothing but fabulous, and
has the crown to prove it.

Enjoy your day, Mr. Cabrini!
You deserve nothing but
the best!

Red Red Wine.

I've been dancing around wedding blogs
like its my job lately. And to be honest
with you, I do wish it was my job.
I'm so good at it, it's scary. Not that
there is really any way to be lousy
at such a thing. Mmm.

Okay. See. . .
I have no reason to be
lurking around wedding blogs.
I just wish that I did. And truth is,
I'm probably jinxing myself
like no other.

But I simply can't help it.
I love everything there is
to love about weddings. Think
Jennifer Lopez in The Wedding Planner,
or Katherine Heigl in 27 Dresses. From
Bridal Showers, to favors, to wedding
songs, to picking the bridal party...
I dig it all.

However, like both of these
leading ladies, I am missing the most
important part of planning a wedding.
The other half...the man.

If only an adorable doctor would
rescue me while my Jimmy Choo
was stuck in the street grate.
(If only I owned a pair of Jimmy Choos. )
Psh.

It also wouldn't hurt if a very cute
reporter decided to write
an article about me in the local paper,
later charming his way into my heart.

I am opened to either possibilities.
But not limited to, of course.

And if you haven't
seen either of these two movies above,
than neither of those references
made any sense. So get yo'self to your
nearest Blockbuster or
Red Box and check them out!

Now. . .sweet, handsome, non-smoker,
hilarious, athletic, fun, good teeth, well-dressed,
intelligent, nice head of hair, working,
gentleman-like stud, come hither!

A Lip Smackin' Thang.

Eeek. I just spent $13.27 on
a little dinky thing of lip gloss.

Tendertone Lip Balm from
MAC to be exact. With
a little SPF 12 thrown in the
mix. Lovely. I adore when
lip products have
protection for a v.v.v.v.very
important body part of mine.

I got it in Hush, Hush...and I refuse
to be hush about this offer.

MAC online is currently, for today
only, having a free shipping deal.
Sweet or what? Not to mention, if you
type in MACFF8...you can score
15% off of your purchase! Isn't that
just glorious?

So hurry...there are only so many
hours left in the day for you to
take advantage of this!

Sexy.

Amen to summer...and Matthew strutting
around shirtless.

Could he be any more delicious?

Daddy's Day!

Happy Fathers Day to all of
those fabulous dads out there.

And a v. v. v. v. veryyy special
HAPPY FATHERS DAY to
the best dad a kid could have.
(My daddy...clearly.)
















He is basically one heck of a man.
And that's putting it lightly.
So I'll simply write what the card
said that I gave him this morning:

Somewhere between kid and adult
I realized you weren't just my dad...
...You were also one of the greatest
guys I would ever know.

Holla to that.

Short and sweet...and
straight to the point.
Not to mention that the picture
on the card is absolutely darling!

And than, I, of course wrote
some sweet sentiments
as to just how much he means to me.

I have previously written about
the amazing-ness that is my dad.
So I'll repost giving the occasion.

He doesn’t fly around in a cape, or pull anyone from burning buildings. He can’t climb up any wall and he doesn’t have x-ray vision. He is a rather simple man by all means. He does simple things and expects no glory at the end of the day. He does the grocery shopping and cleans the house (sometimes). He gets a kick out of driving his children and their friends around and has attended every event of their childhood stardom. He goes to work and he pays the bills. He would rather sleep than mow the grass. He doesn’t miss a Flyers game and stays true to his Bronco’s even when they are having the worst season of their life. I’m proud to call this man my dad. He is one of my favorite people in the world. For a million and one reasons, I admire him. I know that my dad is always going to be there no matter what happens and I know that no matter what I’m going through, I can always count on him...

So to all those deserving dads out there. . .
I hope each and every one of you are
relaxing and enjoying your day!

Secrets.

PostSecret: Father's Day edition.
Most of these were rather depressing
and upsetting. And since I
think my dad is basically the best, ever,
I went with a less tense secret.
I actually kind of, sort of liked this
one. But I don't know if I'm taking
it in the right context...mhpf...
oh well.

Heart Pictures.

I l.o.v.e posting.
And since this sweet little
picture game has been magically
floating around the blogosphere
for so long now, I decided to
jump on board.

For anyone who doesn't know...
Go to http://photobucket.com/.
Type in your answer to each question in the search box.
Use only the first page.
Copy the html and paste for the answer.
Play ball!

-What is your relationship status?











-Who is your celebrity crush?

















-Who is your favorite band?














-What is your favorite movie?














-What kind of pet do you have?












-Where do you live?












-Where do you work?














-What do you look like?






-What do you drive?









-What's your favorite TV show?














-Describe yourself.





-What's your name?




-What is your favorite candy?