Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded

A few things first...

Mother effer, Blogger.com is almost always down these days. Pain in my ass.

Desperate Housewives
Okay the plots these days are getting hokey, but I'm SOOO digging what's going on with Caleb...he's a nice little pervert-slash-deranged-psycho. I love it. Plus we all know Gabby's maid is going to somehow betray her trust. Fantastic.

Celebrity Fit Club
Blah. This season is so boring. And enough already with that Hanson kid. Okay he's not from Hanson. But whatever. He was upset about his hair being cut...yeah my ass the military would have accepted his Boot Camp haircut. Next week will be good, when that dude from Grease comes back and attempts to tell everyone that the Benadryl really WAS the cause for him to fall asleep while in a rowing competition.

Flavor of Love
Now this just can't get any better. What we've all been waiting for...Brigitte Nielson! Gita! It was fabulous. Hottie is a psycho, Smiley was a stripper...and in the end, Goldie is the one we're all rooting for.

So just a piece of advice to all guys out there...

1. Don't EVER try to pick up a girl by saying "What's your name?" as a pickup line. There's a THOUSAND things you can say, that is the most useless one out there. Do you want my housekeys too? Trust me...anything and everything cheesy is better than just flat out asking my name...because the minute you ask my name and I respond, I'm automatically sucked into a conversation with you and who knows if you're even remotely interesting to talk to.

Don't get me wrong, I'm married, I'm not looking to be picked up. But after a brief incident this weekend I was reminded of WHY that pickup line doesn't work. Chat it up for a bit and THEN let me say "My name's so and so" so that you can then give yours. If i don't think I have an "out", then I'm not going to bother going "in" in the first place.

2. If you hit on a chick and it turns out she's got a wedding ring on, do NOT automatically give the look of distaste. One jackass did that on Saturday, he started chatting it up (i.e. he asked my name, i replied "i'm looking for coat check") and then when he saw the ring he said "UGH! You've got a ring on!"...

THAT then suddenly piqued my interest, because it was like he found out I had a contagious disease. First off, he's in idiot..he shouldn't have insulted me. He could have been a gentleman, and I would have maybe introduced him to my friends. HELLO that's what us married chicks do...if we see a cute guy, we'll make sure our friends get him. Otherwise, you haven't even gotten past the bouncer.

Anyway so I was like "wtf i thought guys LIKED chicks with rings, because that means no committment" and he goes "well...assuming she's into that type of thing..." giving me a questioning look....

Uh, no. I told him I had to find coatcheck and walked off. Point is, don't be retarded. Sometimes us chicks are cockblockers...other times, we're like a VIP pass to our girlfriends. Don't piss us married chicks off. We're not there to compete for guys with our friends, we're not going to get all jealous if one of our girlfriends gets all the attention...we're there to live vicariously through our girlfriends, so if you're awesome to me then I'll certainly make sure you get in good with my friends.

On to other topics...

So on Saturday night we went out for dinner/dancing in Corona Del Mar, which really turned into Dinner (that Stefanie decided to treat us to...WAYYYY too kind of her, so sweet!) slash People Watching...

Unless you were a supermodel, you weren't getting into this place. Okay supermodel plus one crazy drunk old lady with big ears. But otherwise...I can't begin to explain how gorgeous these people were. It was like being on the set of a tv show or something. Then MEN were beautiful even. Everyone had a nickname..."Lost guy"..."Hollister"...and of course, my guy: "Baby Gweedo" (guido, whatever sp)....i just wanted to pinch his cheeks!

After Saturday night, my self esteem is definitely down to the floor. I lack blond hair, blue eyes, great legs, a great body, and a great wardrobe....today I'm wearing just a crappy black tshirt and old grey slacks 'cause i feel like a blob. CLEARLY i need to be drinking the water in Corona Del Mar, or at least, the neighboring cities. The best part though of Saturday was watching all the people who DIDN'T get in...hey, we got in...we had every right to be catty!

So since it's the day before Valentine's Day...the song of the day is Groovy Kind of Love...i think it's been a song of the day before, but it's a classic 80's ballad that deserves credit!
When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don’t care

Tomorrow's song is gonna be a good one, in honor of Vday and all.