Guilty Pleasure #489

I have MANY guilty pleasures. For example, I love the Richie's. I love them both equally - Lionel and Nicole (who recently taught Jon Benet Ramsey wannabes to flip the bird).

And, thanks to Julie Jones, I HEART Miami Ink.


My roommate is fabulous, she Tivoed 3 episodes of Miami Ink for me to watch while she is in Seattle. Currently, I am watching an Octogenarian get an "A" on her arm. She apparently never read the Scarlet Letter... REALLY this lady was 80 years young! She just told Ami that she wanted to be identifiable in the event a hurricane got the best of her. She wanted it to be tasteful so the seniors didn't “gossip about her”. Oh, I am dying... this episode is FAB.

Ok, so I would NEVER get a tattoo... although, when I was 18 I DID go into a tattoo parlor WITH money and asked for an angel above my left hip bone. What the …??? Fortunately for me, the tattoo artist said I was too thin and the needle would hit my bone. Man have I changed, I can't even find my hip bone these days... but I sure am glad they were protruding way back then. I never even had a wild streak. Can you imagine me with a tat? Whatever!

But, if I had to get a tattoo... like if there was a gun to my head... I would get Xavier Adams' signature on my right cheek... in the vein of my 11 cabbage patch kid upbringing. I literally had them all... cornsilk hair, premies, you name it.

Would any of you ever get tattoos? If so, of what? Where? How large? With or without a gun pointed to your head?

"OK"

Remember when I actually wrote on this blog?!?

Then I got snowed at work, so I basically sold my soul for a paycheck.

Ya... well... that wasn't so fun.

Three weeks ago, I told my boss that I was done, I didn't want to work anymore.

It didn't stick. He basically said "no". What the...

But, I got a REALLY nice raise... so I guess I sold my soul for a larger paycheck, which is a little better, I guess... and well, the majority of my soul actually was left at Senor frogs in Cancun a few weeks back anyway... so I didn't have much of one left anyway.

AND
I got an all expense paid trip to Tulsa, OK!

No offense to any of you Oakies... but, I am SO glad I don't live in OK.

Did you know that the license plates there say "Oklahoma OK"? I get the paradox with the postal code... and while it's cleaver, the flip side is that you are admitting that your state is merely mediocre. Which it is.

To make matters worse, I arrived in Dallas at 1:30 AM and had to drive 4 1/2 hours to Tulsa. On my drive I saw 13 dead armadillos and 1 road kill... buffalo??? - Is that possible... whatever it was... it was HUGE. And, I also saw these signs, at least 6 of them, they said "Don't drive into the smoke." I don't get it? Besides the obvious idea that one should probably never drive into smoke intentionally, what would that mean? Why would the Oakies have so many of them? I didn't see any smoke! Anyone??? Bueller??? Bueller??? - I am serious, does anyone know the answer to this? It's buggin' me.
But, there was an upside! I got to go to my 4-year old nephew Christian's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. And, I am not going to lie... I liked it. I think that the ankle-biters were getting sick of me taking their tokens, but I did get a ridiculous amount of tickets playing skee ball (I HEART that game). And, I took Chloe, my newly 7-year-old neice, to IHOP and Barnes & Noble for her birthday which was on Tuesday. She dubbed it the "best day ever!" And, little Izzy turned 2 on Sunday, same day as Christian. So, I thought I'd give them all a shout out... Happy Birthday Muffins...

Have you ever gotten a pedicure while wearing a skirt???

No... well, me either... I mean, who in their right mind would do that?

It's complicated and awkward.

I do not recommend it... not that I am dumb enough to try that, but...

Another one got away...

Shoot... I'm pretty sure he was the one... if only I had caught him...

D & G

I love presents.

I really love surprise ones.

Today I got a package in the mail from my friend Uncle Melly.

It was this fabulous D & G purse.

I was thrilled and shocked that I would get such a fab gift!

And, I'm pretty sure it's real. She does have a pretty posh job at the computer lab at USU.

Is "Gabbana" suppose to have 2 b's?

It's so sex-in-the-city!

Thanks Mel!

Ride your bike to work day!

Apparently, today is ride your bike to work day.

I told my roommate this.

Her response, "I should have left yesterday then."

Me too.

But, then it wouldn't have been "Ride your bike to work day."

So, we're safe.

Whew!

Replica Watches???

So, to say that the SPAM filter at my office sucks, would be a gross understatement.

But, here's the deal, if the name of the sender of the spam sounds legitimate (a.k.a. not like a porn-star name) I pretty much have to open the email, because I keep getting vendors and subcontractors and clients that send me stuff and I never know their names and if I don't open EVERYTHING I seem to miss important documents.

So, obviously, like most people (gender-specific SPAM seems to be obsolete), I get hundreds of SPAM emails offering me cheap Viagra, and the ones to help those sweet little African Kings out by letting them store their millions in my bank account, etc... Annoying as they are, I get how they work for the spammers sending them, because people are not bright or apparently high-functioning after a certain age.

However, by far, the most SPAM I receive comes from people who want me to buy Replica Watches for dirt cheap. Is that really THAT big of an industry??? I am confused by this.

Anyone ever get the replica watch spam?

Anyone ever bought a replica watch? If so, I hate you! But, don't take it personally.