Wednesday, August 24, 2005

late evening

Book Reviews - Yes, They Have Stacked Up Again

So far, good, good, good and quite entertaining.  I will be back more, when my brain starts to function, at least on the fifth grade level.

evening

Swimsuit “Illusions”

Today, when we went in the pool, I looked at the brand name of my swimsuit and sadly discovered it was called Cole “Illusions”.  It’s very comfy and I’d like to get another one, but I’m not sure what kind of message they’re sending out with the name.  Right now, I’m thinking I should be wearing Delusions by Cole.  Blech, I’m tired of being fatty fat fat fat.  So, uh, dieting in September.  You know, when it cools down to maybe the 90’s.  I diet better in cooler weather.  And yes, 95 would be much cooler here.  In fact, 95 is about perfect.  I read on the Academic Coach’s site about setting goals and going public with them.  Sure, she was talking about important stuff, like writing your dissertation.  But, I don’t have a dissertation to write, I have dessert to lose.  Same thing.  Psychologically, I’m not ready to do it now, but soon, very very soon.

An 8/26 update!  Oddly, I’m ranked #1 for Mariana (Marianna - a misspelling for the search bots) Bichette in Google, so I’m going to tell you about one of my favorite baseball products, Bullpen Buddy.  Not only is it great for helping pitchers practice, it’s a cool thing to just have in your room.  Starting next month, they’ll even be making them in major league uniforms.  So, go order one now - tell ‘em Flippy sent you.  I can’t promise anything, but maybe they’ll give you a Little League World Series discount.  Oh heck, you know what?  Tell them Flippy sent you and I’ll make sure you get free FedEx Ground shipping.  But, you won’t get it unless you tell them I sent you.

Today, Maitland, Florida was eliminated in the Little League World Series.  Crud, there’s goes the hot mom in the stands *and* my favorite player, her son, Dante Bichette, Jr. (he reminds me of my nephew, Kyle) They interviewed his mom, Mariana Bichette, in the stands today.  She Googled the other teams’ players.  I was thinking, “Phew, I’m glad I didn’t mention her name when I was writing about her, because she could find it when she got home.” But, what the heck, now I’m mentioning it on purpose.  They were robbed of a home run by the umpires, and even though they lost by more than those two runs, the momentum could’ve made a difference.  There was some stunningly great defense by both teams.  Actually, the best I’ve seen at any LLWS so far.  So, I’m sad to see my favorite team eliminated already.  I think I’ll root for Hawaii now.  I dislike the coaches of the California team, so if I’m choosing a team from the west, I’ll take Hawaii.  Plus, from the one game I saw of theirs, the kids were awesome.

Heh, I just looked up Mariana Bichette in Google.  I’m pretty sure now that she wouldn’t be thrilled to find her name here, being the devout Christians and all.  And hey look, it’s not just me who’s blogging about her - Barstool Sports.  I’m not calling her a MILF though.  Frankly, I don’t find her that interesting.  Oh wait, she has a blog too, for the Little League World Series.

Monday, August 22, 2005

early evening

Being Bobby Brown?

Why would anyone want to be Bobby Brown?  You’d be loud, annoying, drunk, and haggard and be married to loud, annoying, drugged(?) and haggard.  The Atlanta house, very very nice.  The Porsche Cayenne, very very nice.  The rest of it - loud, annoying, gross and never funny.  I can’t believe I wasted my time watching this trainwreck.  But, oh, I did.  I feel dirty, but I just had to see it all with my own two eyes.  This week is the finale where apparently we get to look forward to clips of previous shows where Bobby & Whitney were loud & annoying.  Next, on a very special episode of “Being Bobby Brown”.

I’m still loving Rockstar: INXS.  I’m going to be so disappointed when it’s over.  Same with So You Think You Can Dance?  I just love that breakdancing guy with the spiky hair, Ryan.  He doesn’t have any formal training, yet he rocked the Jive.

Wow, this whole entry is so high-brow.  Wanna hear about the big abscessed bite on Derek’s butt?  That should be right in step with my reality tv watching.  Actually, keep an eye on Leigh-Ann’s blog.  She just took the grossest picture of the wound.  Blech.  I almost couldn’t eat my Hershey’s Milk Chocolate w/ Macadamia Nuts & Toasted Coconut.  Yeah, it was that bad. (update - the permalink to Leigh-Ann’s Derek entry)

Oh wait, one more thing that I’ve been watching a lot - the Little League World Series.  Seriously, watch some of the games on ESPN this week.  The kids are great.  I’m not even watching because one kid has a hot mom.  That’s just a bonus.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

evening

Snorting Coconut Snow

It’s true, I want to snort Coconut Snow.  We bought it at the jumbo liquor store thinking it might make a nice piña colada.  It didn’t really, but we’re thinking that might have been the fault of the pineapple juice.  Regardless, it just doesn’t matter, the stuff SMELLS awesome.  Tonight, before bed, I wanted to snort a bit of the can.  In truth, I just sniffed it, made Leigh-Ann sniff it, and then we toddled off upstairs to blog or read or go to bed or something.  The smell of Coconut Snow almost transports me back to Hawaii on vacation.  Hanging out at the Royal Hawaiian bar (even though we couldn’t afford to stay there), eating coconut shrimp and drinking mai tais or something.  I don’t care if the stuff ever makes good drinks, I’m keeping it around for aroma therapy.  It’s heavenly.  This is the only picture of it I could find online.  It has an annoying flash brightness in the middle of the can, but I’ll replace the picture with my own when I bring the camera downstairs.  But, you, my internet lovelies deserve to at least see one picture while I’m raving about the stuff.  Now remember, I don’t guarantee good drinks from it (I’m sure they’re possible though), only the delightful scent for less than $3.  Mmmm.

(Updated the pictures 8/21)

And the delightful smelling inside of the can.

Friday, August 19, 2005

evening

What Does It All Mean?

Don’t start reading if you’re looking for a soul-searching entry.  I was just thinking today how weird it is that my blog world is so different from my real world and my message board world.  My real world is a bit hermit-like, mostly just being with Leigh-Ann and the pets, with the occasional foray outside our three mile (ha!, you expected “island” to come next) Starbucks comfort zone to see my family.  Dinners, baseball games, the other family type events throughout the year.  My message board world is a kind of insulated gay world (everyone is g/l, except my sister-in-law and one straight friend), except for the boards that I moderate...and even then, one of those is pretty darned gay too. 

My blog world somehow started out in the mommy zone.  Until just this moment, I couldn’t for the life of me remember how I got to any of those blogs.  But, now, I remember.  I was looking at starting a blog and I wanted a template.  I ran across The Best of Blog Awards 2004, where I first found dooce, finslippy and Surburban Bliss.  It snowballed from there - one blogroll led to another which led to another...and they all had kids.  I don’t have kids.  I once wanted kids, but when you realize you’re gay at 20, don’t come out really until you’re 28, much of the time for being in a relationship and planning kids is gone.  It’s not like I ever oops, got pregnant.  If my period was late, I always knew it was just late and that meant that my PMS would last longer.  Whoa, I digress.  I like kids, but now at 41 and being in pain a lot, I don’t think I’d have the energy for kids.  So, yeah, no kids, yet I’m reading all these mom blogs.  Weird.  And now, I’ve suddenly found myself reading blogs by academics.  I went to college, but basically wasted my time and my parents’ money there, and didn’t graduate.  I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Still don’t.  But now, I’m reading blogs by people who go by Doctor This or Doctor That or Soon-To-Be Doctor So & So.  I don’t feel less intelligent.  Okay, sometimes I do, but I know that some of those academic papers are meant to be over my head.  I don’t have to look up any words and my spelling (save typos and such) is as good or better than Doctor Whatzit.  Still, it’s like I’m circling outside other people’s worlds.  Strange, it is.

I’m not sure what my world would be, but I suppose if sarcastic tv-watching smart people entertain me and happen to have kids or doctorates, maybe it doesn’t matter.  Man, this was a wasted blog entry.  I’d erase it, but I spit it out of my keyboard, so it may as well stay.