My New Male-Centric TV Obsession

I won't lie. I love some television shows that are pretty much geared toward men, namely UFC. But there is a new challenger on the cable box and its name is Ninja Warrior.

This is a crazy Japanese obstacle course game show that tests real endurance and strength. I LOVE IT! I didn't even know I had G4 until a few weeks ago when my brother introduced me to the show. When I got home from Massachusetts, I went through every channel on our system looking for G4. I have now introduced Aaron to NW and he really digs it. He even stayed up this morning to watch the two episodes. I'm now enjoying another two episodes. If you have the channel, I highly recommend it.

Ninja Warrior:
http://g4tv.com/ninjawarrior/index.html

Dinner Failure

As I mentioned earlier, I have been in a funk. Sure the good ole hubby did his best to pull me back from the brink of lighting my first cigarette in months, still I was, well, in the mood to give everything the raspberry. Said funk then lingered and managed to pretty much dampen my enthusiasm for making dinner. Blech.

So rather than making a chicken, wild rice and cauliflower au gratin. I ended up making grilled hot dogs, mac and cheese and steamed veggies. I have to say, that is the saddest little dinner I have made in a very long time. Ah well, at least it's not as bad as the meal I packed for him to take to work. I packed him a yakisoba noodle box, carrot sticks, homemade hummus and crackers. Yeah, it's the mixed up snacks meal.

I'll have to make it up to him. I think I'll make braised short ribs tomorrow. He should love that. Not to mention, it'll be a good show off meal. Apparently meals are somewhat of an event for his fellow cops. They like to gather to see and guess what I packed him. The majority of them have to order take out or pick something up from the 24 hour McD's. Tsk, tsk.

As a side note, this is why some cops get fat. They're usually in a hurry when they eat and if they work odd hours, they only have access to fast food. Since Aaron started taking food with him, his weight gain has slowed. In the past month he's actually lost 1 percent bodyfat. :) I just have to make sure I pack him better meals.

[Brenda] And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

*Sniff* Shove over Alexander...

This isn't meant as a pity party for myself but damn it, I'm pissed. I just heard back from one of the places I last interviewed. I got the close but no cigar e-mail. According to the e-mail, I was a, "top candidate for the post" but they, "decided to go with someone else." Piss!

All I know is that they had me waiting for about a month and after two interviews I get a big ole, "wah-wah" and it sucks ass! I really had high hopes for that position. I really thought I had that one in the bag. Talk about a fecking letdown. Grrr... Not to mention that I am now feeling a significant financial pinch. My Mom needed a new computer. Her old one was screeching at her and just not cooperating and kept going to the blue screen of death, regularly. Since I'm the closest one to her, I was able to go shopping with her. WE found her a good deal and I put it on my card. My brother's are supposed to reimburse me since I'm the one who's sans job. The problem is, they have yet to pay me back and the bill due date is coming up soon. I don't mind paying the minimum on it but I don't want that figure just lingering there on my credit card for a while. I have worked too damn hard to get that biotch down to a $0. balance and damn it, I'd like to keep it that way.

So yeah, all of these things and some other minor, normally unimportant, yet strangely irritating things are all adding up to one funked up, angry day. It was so bad that I actually wanted to smoke. Not a 'perhaps a cigarette will make things better,' kind of an urge. I'm talking a, 'surrender the cancer sticks or I'll run you over with my car and laugh about it,' kind of an urge. Luckily Aaron didn't have one in his hand when I told him about this (yeah you read that right... don't ask). Lord only knows what I would have done to him. But yeah, he was good enough to use his superpower to get me smiling and yes, even laughing.

I still feel like poo. But at least I'm not feeling too upset and potentially homicidal any more.

Dear Lord, I Love Crap TV

I can't help myself. Every now and then a program comes on the telly that I can NOT help but watch and eventually have to fess up to watching. "Flava of Love" was one of them as was "I Love New York," and now it's "Daisy of Love." I wanted to not watch it. I really tried but once you get sucked into the brainless nonsense it's hard to stop.

I've been watching the "special" episode that recaps the show thus far and it's wonderful. It shows all the kooky stuff so far and some extras but the best part about it is listening to some of the comments made by Daisy and the goobers on the show. I honestly feel my IQ points slipping away as the hour ticks away. I wish someone could explain why, WHY I can't stop watching these shows. I think I need to go read a book or try electroshock to coax my brain back into functioning. Until next week, that is.

Ta-Daaaaaaah!

I'm pretty damn pleased. I had my haircut today at the new salon. I really dig the job she did. It was curly as can be but without the tree gnarly branch look (too much product dried in so all the curls look like twigs and often feel like them). The of course the day became "sultry" (teehee- "Throw Momma From The Train" ref.) and my adorable hair went to crap. It's the kind of day that no amount of hair product, including straight up Spackle can help. So now it's in a poofy ponytail.

The haircut however was great! the lady knew exactly what I wanted even though she looked skeptical when I first told her that the mess actually does curl nicely when all the ends aren't fried. One of the best parts of this experience is that she has a great sense of humor and actually talks back. I hate it when you end up with a robot with scissors. I told her I would definitely be coming back. I really dig her. I am so happy. I just wish I wasn't sweating my ass off, just sitting here. Blech.

Go Bananas!

Who knew most people open bananas all wrong. Stoopid monkeys...

Abre uma banana como um macaco @ Yahoo! Video

No Whammy. No Whammy. No Whammy... STOP!

So, I thought I was coming down with swine flu...

My brother was sick as a dog over the weekend and he we were around him. He had flu-like symptoms. Then I started feeling sick. I mean just generally icky, achy and wiped out, blech. My brother had one of his doctors check him out and luckily, it wasn't swine flu, just a 24 hour-ish bug.

That's about it. I would write more but I have the attention span of a fruit fly today. I think I may just try to watch some telly and pass out for a while.