Continuing with my looking on the bright side of things streak today. I was able to sleep until 11 today! I got a glorious 10 1/2 hours of sleep! It was very much needed. Lost is on today, unfortunately, I will miss it because of class. Luckily, I have an amazing boyfriend who will DVR it for us to watch this weekend.

We have a near blizzard going here in Chicago. Of course, I will have to leave for class soon and drive back home around 9PM. Fun! Oh well, at least if anything should happen, I will have learned to take blood pressure today with my teal stethoscope. Just in case someone has an emergency on the way home and needs to know their blood pressure ASAP, I’m on top of that shit, guys.

That’s right. Saving lives on the streets of Chicago during near blizzards, looking cute in teal while doing so.

I’m out of control.

P.S. I believe today is the last day to vote for the 20SB awards. Get your last minute votes in, for me or not, just vote!

P.P.S. To the person in Elmwood Park, IL who is googling “oh! how lovely” every 2 hours — bookmark it, dude.

I briefly mentioned the creepy cab driver in my previous chapter of my trip to Las Vegas. I think it’s time for the whole story.

The night we arrived, the boyfriend, his cousin and I decided we were going to hit up LAX in the Luxor, you know the big pyramid with the Sphinx in front? Well, we get all dolled up and are ready to go. I’m in my adorable black pointy toe heels and jeans that make me look leggy.  The boyfriend is looking incredibly good in some dark denim, white button down, grey pullover sweater and this amazing leather jacket. Seriously, I love it. His cousin, dressed similarly to me in cute top, jeans and heels. We catch a cab to the Luxor and walk in. There is this really swanky lounge area right outside the entrance to the club and we note we have to get a drink there later. Not many people are near the entrance, so that’s good, doesn’t seem to crowded. I wasn’t sure exactly where to go in because there was a few lines and like 5 big, mean looking bouncer dudes, so I just walked up to the nearest one. He tells me to hold on one second, but first that, “the gentlemen in my party would have to change his shoes or get a sport coat”.

Hold up.

Seriously? My boyfriend is better dressed that more than half of these douches waiting to get in, with their ugly button down graphic shirts and hideous white sneakers, but since they have a blazer on, they can walk right up. We get told he can’t go in because he has a brand new pair of white low top Converse on and is otherwise, impeccably dressed in a non-douchey way? How does that make sense? Turns out the boyfriend didn’t bring any dress shoes and it was already 11:30PM, so no stores carrying shoes would be open. We decide to catch a cab back to our hotel to gamble some and decide where we are going to go from there.

Walking out of the Luxor we grumble all the way into the cab about how ridiculous this is and the cab driver asks what we are talking about so we tell him. Cab driver seemingly sympathizes and says he can take us to the Walmart “just past the airport” to pick up a pair of black shoes. We say sure, because they airport was like 5-10 minutes away so it should be a quick run and then we can go back to LAX or where ever else. He was a young guy, late 20s, for some reason he had some RayBan like sunglasses on, BUT THERE WERE NO LENSES IN THEM?! First wierdo thing about him. Second, he starts telling us his life story, about his kids, blah blah. Okay, he’s just a chatty cab driver, fine, everyone’s had a cab driver who likes to talk. Right? Then he goes on about how he’s been divorced twice and this and that and we notice, we have been driving for awhile and start getting in to a residential area? I’m pretty sure on the way to the hotel from the airport, it definitely did not take this long.  Hmm. He’s still rambling along and then asks what the boyfriend is going to do with the shoes he is wearing after he buy some new ones. Good question. We hadn’t thought of that and we definitely don’t want to go back to the hotel and then catch another cab back to a club. We would spend most of our night in cabs!

Creepo cab driver has the answer and tells us this story:

One day he was doing something he really shouldn’t have been doing and had to meet with someone. He had a knife on him and didn’t want the people he was meeting with to find the knife on him. He decided the best idea was to ditch the knife in a McDonald’s bathroom under a sink. Goes to his meeting then picks up the knife after. Tells boyfriend he can just hide his shoes in a bathroom like he did.

The boyfriend and I look at each other, officially weirded out and wondering why this goddamn cab ride is taking so long. Creepo decides he is going to “help us out” by parking once we get to Walmart, stopping the meter and going in with us to pick out some shoes because he has to “help his man get some shoes”. I grabbed the boyfriend’s hand and relayed the fact that OMG I’M TOTALLY CREEPED OUT RIGHT NOW just by looking at him and I can see that he is too. He picks up his phone and pretends to call someone, “hangs up the phone” and tells creepo cab driver that someone is just gonna pick us up there and we are going to go grab some food with them, so there is no need for us to accept his generous offer. We say thanks and practically jump out the cab while it’s slowing down in front of Walmart.

Where does this leave us? Stuck at a Walmart “just outside the airport”, the $15 cab ride tells you exactly how close we were. So it’s almost midnight, we are at some random Walmart, can you guess what kind of shady characters hang out at Walmart at midnight? Seriously. We are completely overdressed in the shoe aisle, trying to decide on which pair of ugly black shoes to buy. We decide on the less of all evils, with the promise to hit up the mall the next day and find some decent shoes. Walking up to the register, we discuss how we are going to get back to the strip since no cabs drive by around here. Will pays for the shoes and we ask customer service to call us a cab, which they do, but it will be at least 20 minutes to an hour until someone can pick us up. Now we are stuck at a shady Walmart with ugly shoes, praying a cab will hurry up and come get us. Boyfriend’s cousin decides she has seen enough for one night and doesn’t even want to go back out after this, so the shoes get returned.

We made a pointless trip to Walmart to buy and return ugly shoes, wasted $30 on cab rides back and forth, almost were the victims of a serial killer cab driver and didn’t even end up going to any clubs.

How’s that for your first night in Sin City?

This entry is jumbled and random and a mess, but since that is the current state of my brain right now, it is what you get. Expect a coherent entry soon.

For most of the day yesterday, I thought it was Friday. Not like it really world have mattered because I am off today, but still. I had plans today to do a million things, things like go purchase my school books and go to Borders to see if they finally have Moleskine planners in. Seriously, I went to two places last weekend and their were none. Usually you can find piles upon piles of Moleskin planners. Who are all these bitches buying up all of them? I do not appreciate this at all, they are throwing off my new year!

I really want ice cream so that was on my list of things to do. There is this homemade candy and ice cream place kinda near by and oh man, it’s so good. A hot fudge sundae probably has like 37,000 calories, but it is so worth it and for the past couple weeks I have been having, I deserve two!

Really, I don’t know if I will do all those things, well school books at least today. I will probably wait to fight the crowds on Monday for my school books. Borders and ice cream will probably get done sometime this weekend. I’m just exhausted. I woke up at 11:30 and feel like I can go back to sleep. The stress of all this crap at home is just exhausting me. Right now, I am going to lay in my bed and go through google reader and read Oh No They Didn’t! until I feel like getting up, showering and going to boyfriend’s.

DUDE, what was up with Grey’s Anatomy last night? How are they going to mess with Bailey again? First, her husband almost dies, now her baby? You’re killing me, Shonda! Killing me! Christina holding Tuck’s hand? You may have killed me again because of the tears streaming down my face. BUT this Rose/McDreamy/Meredith storyline is completely stupid. Rose is annoying, McDreamy is a loser and Meredith is whiny and pathetic. She also needs to brush her freaking hair. Seriously.

I want a new phone. I love my Blackberry Pearl, but once they release the crack for the new versions of the iPhone, I’m buying one. It better work with my site, my Pearl won’t let me log into the admin part of my site and it’s annoying.

Victoria: again. Maya: 1 and 2
Posh Spice and Marc Jacobs? M.I.A. and Marc Jacobs? Doesn’t do it for me. I like them all on their own, even Victoria (so major) but they just aren’t Marc girls. What do you think? I think Marc is losing his damn mind. It’s showing in his designs too.

What are you guys doing this weekend?

P.S. It is still de-lurking week. Get on it.

I seem to be following a trend: one real post and one nonsense celebrity or “celebrity” gossip post a day. I should start my own blog just for my gossip commentary, I swear I have much to say about EVERYTHING. Anyway, there is a real post below this if you choose to read it.

On to Speidi, this picture is from Heidi and Spencer’s beach frolic. Obviously NSFL (not safe for life), because well, nothing that they do is good on the eyes. Pay attention to the photo, what’s Spence doing in the background while Heidi poses for photographers?!

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It’s just one of those days. I’m feeling some venting coming, probably a little ranting thrown in.

I mentioned this once before and haven’t really brought it up since, my mom told my dad she wants a divorce the day I came home from vacation. It basically came out of nowhere, not too long ago her and my dad were discussing places to move when he retired, so we were all shocked. There was not like a series of things that led up to it. Ever since then, my mom has been trying to act like nothing happened and told my brother we (my sister, dad and I) would forget about it soon enough. She refused to talk about it to my dad or us, saying she doesn’t have to justify anything to us and that we are old enough, so we shouldn’t care what she does. I’m sorry, last time I checked justifying and talking about what’s going on and where we are going from here are completely different things. Am I right? So basically, you can cut the tension with a knife in my house. Yesterday, after much prodding, my dad finally got her to talk some and she decided she is moving out and looking for apartments and that is all she has to say. It’s absolutely maddening. I think she is being very selfish. You just tore this family apart out of nowhere and refuse to talk about what’s going on? I just don’t understand.

I live at home while I am in school. I probably will until I graduate. I just don’t see working as a  part time nanny paying the bills and rent in Chicago. With all this stuff going on at home, this is the last place I want to be. I’m lucky I have a boyfriend who will whisk me away and out when I feel like I just can’t take it anymore. I really just want to be anywhere but here right now, I feel like I need a vacation, even though I just got back. I want to just go somewhere and when I come back, everything will have settled down in it’s new place and I will be able to just merge right back in to life.

On a less serious note –

- my 100 Things page got lost in the Great Blog Fiasco of 08. I only have 10 things about me now and I’ll be damned if I rewrite 90 things again. It took me forever the first time!

- I start school next week. I have to buy books. I HATE BUYING BOOKS. I hate is almost as much as when I sell them back and they give me mere pennies for my $150 book. Robbing me blind!

- The writer’s strike blows. The boyfriend and I have resorted to movies, movies we have seen before, cheesy movies, tv movies, just about anything. I don’t know how much more bad reality television I can take. Trust me, I watch the Hills, I can handle bad “reality” shows.

- Dude. Why does web design cost so much? I just want a cute custom theme for my bloggy here and don’t really have $400 to spare.

Enough of the whining, let’s end this entry with something cute.

What will that crazy ass Tyra think of next? Oh, I know. How about some America’s Next Top Model dolls? Yeah, that sounds about right. Maybe she will also include a story about how she was once a doll when she started modeling! Or maybe tips on how to smile with your eyes!

Pick your poison. Paisely, Sienna or Sidney?

 Should you so choose to buy one of these fierce ass dolls, you can do so on ebay.

Yesterday at work the little guy wanted to watch High School Musical 2, so his mom put it on for him. It was quite cute watching him dance around to the songs, but that is not what this is all about.

It’s about Vanessa Hudgens, Baby V, Gabriella, call the girl what you will. Can I just say how incredibly wrong it felt watching this girl act all cutesy, knowing that everyone in the world has seen this poor girl’s own baby v? (NSFW, probably NSFL!) You just know she is like a total freak, who loves to send n00dz and can’t wait to break free of the Disney girl image and pose for Playboy or something. It just did not feel right. I don’t know how they are keeping her on for a third film and how everyone seems to have forgotten about the scandal.

Plus, this broad has the bag I want!

Umm…yay! A lovely amount of money slipped in my Christmas card from the family I work for, could not be more appreciated. My gifts to them went over great. My little guy was so excited about his new book and baby girl, promptly, tried to eat hers. Hopefully, little guy’s cold won’t be another gift he gives me!

I’m really tired. This week has kicked my ass so far. Tomorrow I have a million things to do and then Friday is the boyfriend’s birthday!

The kids are taking a nap. I can’t wait until I get to go home and can take one of my own. I’m exhausted!

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A couple years ago, my friend stumbled upon this youtube of this weather guy that is, like, insane and incredibly amazing. The beginning part is really all that matters though, we would literally loop it over and over. It was not anything unusual to randomly hear people shouting out ‘WHO WROTE IT?!’ out of nowhere when hanging out with us. Probably one of those you had to be there kind of things and no one else will find it funny, but it cracks me up EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I bring you, the weatherman:

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Today I come bearing gifts. Gifts that make you want to dance. These songs are on an iTunes play list of songs I listen to at work. Why are they on there? Because it is full of songs the 2 year old likes to dance to. I try to keep the television to a minimum and whenever he asks for it, I say, “how about music instead?” I always get an enthusiastic, “DANCE! MUSIC JAMIE!”every time.

So with that I have a few of the little guy’s and my favorite songs to dance to at work.

Justice - D.A.N.C.E

MSTRKRFT - Monster Hospital (MSTRKRFT remix, original is by Metric)

Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body

Moving Units - Anyone

Nelly Furtado - Do It

This kid is going to have amazing music taste when he grows up ;]

And how about a little celebrity update? I haven’t done that in a long time. Let’s see:

Jessica Alba = knocked up. Yup, it’s true.

Lily Allen slimmed down and looks fabulous in a photo spread for GQ.

Heidi makes an ass out of herself blasting her song outside of her car and pretending to sing.

It is most definitely confession time, my lovelies. I have done something bad.

Remember (in this entry) I was complaining about stepping in slush and getting my feet all wet because I happened to be wearing Converse? Well, I decided it was definitely time for some winter boots. I decided I was not spending a lot of money on these boots because they would get gross from being wet and in the snow all the time and, well, I have much better things to be spending my money on right now! While doing some Christmas shopping, I stop at Target for the odds and ends that I happen to need. I got the cutest wrapping paper! It’s striped and has PINK it and I love it! I decided to check out the boots while there.

I walk in the shoe aisle and there they were. Staring at me. Daring me to pick them up. Laughing in my face, as they knew they finally won.

Yes. Hideously, ugly Ugg knock offs for $20.

They won.

I lost.

A tad hypocritical? Probably. I can assure you though, I will never be wearing these out, where anyone I know can see me. It’s a strictly when we are outside relationship. Never will you find me with these ridiculous things on and a denim mini or fully made up face and PINK sweat suit.

You may have won this battle, ugly boots, but I’m just using you. I will never love you.