Sicko

I don't care how you feel about Michael Moore I think EVERYONE should catch this movie. I am so excited to see it. Health care & insurance in America is terrible and I look forward to Moore's exposure of it.

PS: What exactly does George W THINK women do with OBGYNS?

Quote of the day

You almost need this picture to explain the following exchange between Tyler and myself:

The scene: Walking into the apartment, a hot girl in shorts passes us in the hall

Tyler: That girl’s butt said “Beach Babe.”
Me: Well, thanks for looking!
Tyler: (defensive) Well, your butt doesn’t say words.
Me: Are you saying if it did, you’d look?
Tyler: Obviously. Sometimes I check just to make sure.

Tooting my horn

I don't normally send you guys over here but there is something I really hope you all read. I want your opinion because I think the Jordin Sparks issue is just F***ED up beyond all reason.

THIS POST

Give me your feedback.

In other news I really DO need treatment for online shopping addiction. I have "wish lists" on many sites. I blame Sarah Spencer for this (you can catch a picture of her to the right in my facebook badge--- she's the one holding 800 shopping bags). She was the one who taught me the joy of shoes, purses and fun clothes. I also blame Ainsley for showing me Torrid.

AnYwHo....

I was at my mom's this past Wednesday to do some laundry and catch up. Thursday morning I was waiting for my last load to dry and doing what else-- shopping online when I hear this HUGE crashing noise. I immediately thought, "SHIT. Dad tripped and broke his foot or something." I ran into my parent's room and saw the closets doors were forced open-- my mom's side of the closet had collapsed and my dad's side was well on its way to tumbling down as well. It was a very sad sight.

Was this a message of God to quit buying clothes?

Knowing my parents would probably not have time to get around to this for weeks and the idea of them getting dressed and picking through crap on the floor was too sad, I called my dear friend Rob. Luckily he works in the shelving department of Menards. He and I put things right. It took all day but we figured out the cause of destruction-- my parents had installed this system 10 years ago and had missed just about every stud by an inch. So our new plan should hold up well. I am very proud-- I fixed something and I used tools and everything. A stud-finder which beeped on my left boob but not my right-- what's up with that?! Yeah I checked, so what?

NEWS: I'm done at the R. Lobster folks! It's over. If you didn't get discounted cheesy buns from me, it's too late, my apologies. I got a new job freelancing for Forum communications-- it's more up my alley but I will miss the cheap food. I now have this weekend and Memorial Day free so I look forward to basking in the glow of laziness-- watch some movies (PIRATES), bike rides etc.

Today I worked at the crisis center answering phones. I think I missed my calling as a sassy receptionist. I just love saying "Greg, your son is on Line 1" --- I don't know why, I just feel sexy saying it.

That's all for now. I'm out peeps.

~Curvy and hot lady who's PROUD dangit

Missing my santiy

What the hell-- when did it become May?

I would love my comment field to be filled with updates from friends since I've been horrible and not been keeping in touch. May usually marks the end of the school year but since I'm really not in school anymore it's just another month-- and yet every adult in my life is asking me how finals are going. I thought nothing could be more annoying than the "what are you doing after graduation" question... but I was wrong. I should just shut up and be thankful that someone cares enough to ask.

Life keeps on trucking. I still struggle to be positive about my job at the Lobster. I like waitressing provided I get a nice table who likes to tip and then I can avoid nearly every other person I work with (because 50% of the people there are on the un-friendly side).

Today I had to go talk to high school freshman about healthy relationships--- 7 days before summer vacation-- so imagine how well that went. Remember that scene in Ferris Bueller's day off where the teacher, Ben Stein goes "Bueller, Bueller" it was sort of like that. Only me. Going, "So what types of things do we look for in our friendships?" SILENCE FOR 5 MINUTES until one little kid in the back goes.. "good video games?" OH the humanity. Longest three hours of my life. Freshman are evil.

On the "emily is crazy" side of the news. I decided to enter a contest (with just three hours to spare) called Public Radio Talent Quest. Anyone who knows me, knows that I desire nothing more than to one day have a show of my very own. I recorded one take of myself -- 2 minutes long. You can vote for me-- I'd appreciate it. It was after I submitted my sample that I realized I likely stand very little chance-- other people's entries really rock. Anywho. Here I am: Emily's page

More posting sooner rather than later. I leave you with this... a video of my life dramatically re-enacted by a tortoise and a cat.




Audience poll: Who should win American Idol? Blake, Melinda or Jordin?