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Archive: February 2004

I Wish I’d Never Asked

It turns out that I went straight to Urban Dictionary, since I’m an instant gratification kind of girl, and the following is the definition provided therein:

Milkshake is a nice word for deep throat. Usage: “My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.”

This may become Kevin’s new favorite song. And here we all had such a problem with Janet’s boob. They play this song on KissFM. Kids listen to KissFM. Hmmmmmm.

It Must Be Subliminal

Perhaps he secretly implants this crap when I’m asleep. No. Wait. He doesn’t have to. However it got in there, I cannot seem to shake this song out of my head. However, I would really, really, really like to know just what the hell it means. Can anyone translate this into something remotely resembling English? Please?

You’re My Obsession

So I’m pretty much off the peanut butter and on to this. It is seriously the best water I’ve ever tasted. Ever. I admit it: I am and always have been a water snob. I won’t drink Deja Blue (too bitter), or Ozarka (too bland), or Aquafina (might as well turn on your tap). I’m an Evian kinda girl. So just imagine my delight when I tried Gleneagles. Crisp, refreshing, not too sweet, not at all bitter, and with perfect finish, this is the best water in the whole world.
Which should add weight to the old saying: “If it’s not Scottish, it’s crap”.


For an awards show celebrating music and sound, the Grammys sure blew it last night. The sound was off all night long. That being said, I think I died and went to Heaven when Prince and Beyonce (it might be worth mentioning that Beyonce is my new Girl Crush, having narrowly edged out Angelina Jolie. Sorry, Angelina) opened the show. That was far and away one of the best Grammy moments ever. Maybe they should have handed out just one more Lifetime Achievement award…..
I was glad to see Evanescence win Best New Artist, but I was more than a little disappointed to see so much of a humble Justin Timberlake. Let it go, y’all.
All in all, it was worth watching, and I’m glad I didn’t skip it this year, as I have a tendency to do. For more highlights, check this out.

In Case You Didn’t Know

I am married to the most wonderful man in the world. Last week, he installed a brand new kitchen floor for me while I was at work. It’s gorgeous. It’s exactly what I wanted. I didn’t even have to ask him to do it!
Today, once again while I was working, he installed the new light fixtures that we bought last Sunday. Then, he vacuumed. Then he did the dishes. Then he went to Sam’s to scope out some stuff that I might like.
To top it all off, he’s putting up with the invasion of my friends tonight. I really am thinking of making him start the Kevin Donahue School of Reform for the Pathetically Inadequate (Although Painfully Typical) Man. Whaddya think?

Now I’m Really Getting Pissed

Enough is enough. And this is too far.

I Wasn’t Going To Comment

But now I have no choice. People are incredibly stupid. The American public just got suckered into exactly what MTV expected. Like the sheep we tend to be, sure enough, the Super Bowl was not fodder for the water coolers of the world on Monday. Justin and Janet, however, are a different story.
Now, the artists, the networks, and the FCC can preach to me all damn day about how inappropriate the finale of the Half-Time Show was. You’ll get no argument here. But if one more person uses their children as a moral shield, I’m gonna scream. Justin (and his ex hoochy) are stars because they appeal to adolescents. Who do you think gave the kids money to buy the CDs? The parents of these kids have no problem with their kids listening to the music.
Here’s the problem: The lyrics clearly state Justin’s intention. That being the case, isn’t it time we did away with the double standard? Is it okay to say it but not do it? Is it okay to portray girls as sex objects? We watch the videos. We let our kids watch TRL. We even buy the music for them. We don’t turn the station when a Britney Spears song plays (in fact, Toxic was the number one most requested song last night in the DFW area).
Yes, it was inappropriate, at least without a warning. But come on: Do you really think that what happened at Half-Time was worse than most videos? What about violent video games? Don’t you think it’s time to stop the double standard? Just one more thing: Shock only retains the value that people place in it. In other words, had we not reacted as a society, or better yet, had parents used it as an opportunity to teach kids right from….well, not wrong exactly, so let’s say…tasteless, this kind of thing wouldn’t be perpetuated. So congratulations, angry Moral America. You did just what they wanted you to do.

Slacky Slackerton

Someone recently pointed out that I have been slacking around here lately. I won’t argue with that. It’s been a busy few days, but I’m more than pleased to announce that Kevin is still holding strong as the World’s Best Husband. He put in a new kitchen floor for me on Saturday, and on Sunday, we bought new light fixtures for the house. We hung the one in the kitchen, since it was the hardest, and tomorrow or the next day we’ll do the rest.
Other than that, I’ve been working an awful lot, and reasons I won’t go into here, I’m not the most pleasant person to be around right now. However, I am on the Rewards system, and Kev is upholding his end of the bargain quite nicely.
I could take a moment and throw in my two cents on the whole Janet/Justin striptease last night, or talk about Sex and the City, or make some pity remarks about the new season of Survivor, but I’m really not that motivated right now. Maybe later.




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