Crush Of The Week: Chuck

I'm very pleased to see Chuck back on my tv screen (I even got my husband to start watching!). I'm also very pleased to see that the producers have made an attempt to de-nerdify Chuck's hairdo. A half hearted attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. Though I feel like the hair is slipping into Peter Brady territory. What do you think?

Before & After:


Chuck is a seriously good looking dude. Tall, dark & curly = YUM. But come on producers, what's it gonna take to get Chuck to look like this? (facial hair optional)

"Attractive" Chuck is nice, but we want "smokin' hot" Chuck! Pretty please?!

My Existence Is Validated

I've made it to the big leagues. I'm practically a celebrity. I'm definitely an A-lister. Why?

Read it and weep, baby.


Not just an Insider...a VERY IMPORTANT BEAUTY Insider. I spent $350 over the course of the year worked very hard to earn it. It might be my biggest accomplishment of the entire year. Yay for me!

You may commence bowing at my feet.

Dear Uterus,

Bitch, you better knock it off with the cramps
or I will keep eating Advil and chocolate
until my liver and ass explode.

Screw you,
Kris

Frick, I'm Behind On My Internet Stalking!

My last meager post was Dec 8th? Wow. I'm just getting back into my routine. See, December was psychotic. Literally. Well....I was psychotic anyway. It's funny how I used to never stress over the holidays. I'd have my shopping done by Thanksgiving, decorations up, cards sent by the first week of December, cookies baked, presents all wrapped with pretty bows, and be busy making crafts. Ah, the naive days of yesteryear.

Yeah, well that was before I had kids. And just to make things even more stressful fun, I went ahead and gave birth to those kids in December. That means birthday parties, gifts, cake, and planning to do in December IN ADDITION to Christmas. This year we even threw in a trip to Minnesota to visit my ailing grandmother for Christmas. As an added bonus, when you travel over Christmas with five year olds, you also have to make special arrangements for Santa to deliver their presents to wherever you are traveling! Not to worry though, Santa didn't forget a single thing! SHe's so awesome!

So now that we are back from the blizzard...

I can finally relax. My tree is still up, I still haven't finished all the laundry, and there are messes and piles of presents everywhere. But none of it matters, because it is 70 degrees outside and there is NO SNOW!

I freaking love San Diego.

Glee Post Of The Week

Peek A Boo!

Break Me Off A Piece Of That!

Last night, I had dinner with some of my best girlfriends, and we exchanged stocking stuffers. I was the lucky recipient of several New Moon items, including a Jacob melting heart chocolate candy, some Jacob pins, a pack of New Moon trading cards, and this...the piece de resistance.



My very own custom made Edward Cullen cookie! Complete with glitter sparkly skin!

Edward, I am totally going to bite your face off. I bet you're delicious.

My friends are the coolest. Thanks Janet, Lisa & Nikol!

ETA: Now that I think about it a little more, that wooden stick in the cookie has taken on a new meaning.

Family: Another Name For Dysfunction

I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving. Do you all have crazy family stories to share? If so, don't keep that crazy all bottled up for yourself! Misery loves company! Let's share in the torture, shall we? Here's a brief little exchange I had with my in-laws this weekend.

I was explaining to the in-laws that we wouldn't be in town for Christmas this year because we are going to visit my 89 year-old grandma in Minnesota who was just diagnosed with breast cancer. I explained that she's never seen our twins and that this might be our last chance. Then my sister-in-law piped in with this gem of a response...

SIL: Breast cancer wouldn't slow MY grandma down.
Me: (Brows furrowed. Not wanting to make a scene) Well, the doctors aren't going to give her radiation or chemo because of her age.
SIL: Really? My grandma was 85 and they gave her chemo.
Me: (Teeth clenched) Well, perhaps the circumstances were different.
Brother-in-law pipes in: (trying to back-pedal for his wife that obviously stuck her foot in her obnoxious, insensitive mouth) Yeah, you don't know if maybe she has a different type of tumor or if she has any other health issues.

You know, it's a real mystery why I am not close with my sister-in-law.

Also, I am now suspicious that my sister-in-law is actually a Schrute. Aren't they immune to disease? After all, disease is only for the weak, right? Guess who's getting beets for Christmas?!