Adowable.

Phasessions

I, like probably a lot of people, go through phases. I refer to them more as obsessions. So for the purposes of this blog I will refer to them as "phasessions."

Here is an example:

I love the game Cake Mania. If you haven't played it, don't start. You might not ever stop. Currently I am obsessed with downloading any and every game that is in the same genre as Cake Mania and playing the free trial version. I have now mastered one hour of Ranch Rush, Spa Mania, Posh's Boutique, and am currently mastering Nanny Mania II.

Two other things that I also love are cooking and baking. If I wasn't acting and writing, I would be in culinary school. I am by no means an amazing chef, BUT I love it. It's therapeutic to me and usually tastes good.

Since most of my phasessions involve things that ruin my brain, like Cake Mania, and do not enhance my quality of life, like Posh's Boutique, I am trying something new.

I'm going to cook every recipe in my Ina Garten cookbook, Barefoot Contessa at Home.


Hi there Ina.

Why this cookbook? Several reasons.

One: I love Ina Garten. I want to be her a little bit. Mainly I just want her kitchen, her house in the Hamptons and have a cooking show involving them both. Her food always looks so fresh and delightful. I think she is my long lost Aunt.

Two: Cooking every recipe in one of my Paula Dean cookbooks would mean gaining 30-40 pounds. I am not willing to do that. I often refer to Paula Dean as my long lost grandmother and I love her food dearly. However, my heart cannot afford to consume 1 stick of butter per day. Sorry Paula.

Three, this cookbook was given to me by my dear friend Melissa as a gift for helping with and being at her wedding. It has a special little note in the front that I can read when I get frustrated with grease stained kitchen towels and burnt rye bread.

I'm super excited about my new phasession. I am. I did get a little nervous when I saw in the list of recipes on the back "Cornish Game Hens." I'm trying not to think about that until I get there. Live in the moment or something, right?

Here goes nothing. No wait.

Here goes something...awesome.

Movie Madness

I had been so obsessed with watching TV shows on DVD and being poor that I hadn't been to a movie or Netflixed a movie in almost 6 months.

That all changed in the past couple of months.

Not sure why. I'm still obsessed with watching TV shows on DVD and still poor.

I decided to list the movies I've seen recently and give a "No" or "Yes" to each. Here is a key to define both "No" and "Yes:"

No=Don't watch this movie ever. Even if your life depends on it. Seriously. It will waste your time and you don't want that.

Yes=You better watch this movie if you want to be my friend. End of story.

Here goes!!!


Henry Poole Is Here

No. Giant NO. This movie is a giant ball of melodramatic mush. The acting was good though.


Up


Yes. Giant Yes!!! I cried twice. In the good way.


The Hangover

YES. Another giant Yes. My sides hurt from laughing so hard.

Grey Gardens (HBO)

Massive Yes! If haven't seen the 1975 documentary version first, I would watch that then watch this one. Drew Barrymore actually does good acting!!! Only when she's the older Little Edie though.

Run Fat Boy Run

No. Very bad. Not funny. I thought it was supposed to be funny.

I also saw Star Trek (YES!), Wolverine (Yes/No - Yes for Hugh Jackman being sexy, no for stupid plotlines) and Terminator (No. Christian Bale is annoying).

And there you have my two cents.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

SPAM!

Explain to me why the day after I "delete forever" the spam in my "Spam" inbox, I suddenly begin receiving spam in my regular inbox?

Also, I want to see Spamalot the musical.

And I've never actually tried Spam, but I like this picture:


I am super busy at the part-time-full-time-crappy-pay-no-benefits-why-I-am-still-here-darn-you-economy-job.

So logically that means I had time to read my original blog that I started a few months after living in Chicago. Which I did. Just finished actually. It felt very vain and also like I was reading the blog of an extremely younger version of me, which isn't true because I'm only two years older now. Or three...I forget. Regardless, I hope to not read it again for a very long time, if ever. Not that I don't have amazing memories, it was just in the moment thing to do.

I did realize though that I used to post a lot and used to post about things I did during the day. Now I don't. I'm not sure where or when the shift happened. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I never blog from home anymore. I spend way too much time at the aforementioned job on a computer where I can't upload my personal photos. So there's that...

I also have been saying that a lot...,"So there's that..."

To me, it's a laugh riot.

You probably think I'm ditzy. Either way, It's not raining outside anymore and that makes me happy.

Okay. I need to work now. And by work I mean read Dlisted and call my mom to talk about boys.

Ditz.

Designing Women

I love Designing Women!!!!

I mean, seriously. What's not to love? Four ladies, an Anthony, 80s everything and the South.

The list could go on.

Apparently the first season comes out on DVD today. That one will go on the Christmas list for sure.

In honor, NPR created a mad lib designed after a Julia Sugarbaker rant. I myself can still recite several of Julia's rants in my head. At least I can recite the way she recited them, if that makes sense.

This mad-lib rant has Julia ranting about The Bachlorette, which I don't watch, sorry. But it's still funny. You can create your own here.

You can read mine here:

"I would rather spend two hours sharing gaucamole with Jimmy Hoffa than watch a woman who apparently purchased her intellect at Old Navy for $0.35 chase twenty-five men with biceps made of iron and heads packed with Cheerios.

Because when future generations look upon what we have left for them, which may by then be little more than global warming and millions of non-biodegradable iPhones, I fear they will conclude that they would have welcomed bread and circuses if only they had realized the alternative was Pop Tarts and John and Kate Plus Eight.

[sits down and crosses arms, but then immediately stands back up]

And let me tell you a little something about romance: Handing out roses like you are a mascot throwing licorice whips to the assembled hooligans at the NBA Finals is not my idea of romance. Romance is a man who knows the difference between John Wesley and John Candy and who is capable of putting on a suit jacket without scratching his head as if he is connecting a sub-woofer without the instruction manual.

So do not ask yourself why I do not particularly enjoy a television show where the assembled male candidates represent romantic prospects inferior to the workers on the night shift at the Chili's in Austin, TX. Ask yourself whether, after a lifetime playing with a cultural Lego and dancing on the grave of Don Quixote, you will ever...recover...your dignity."

That was fun.

And now, here's a clip, because you know you've been dying for it:

Oh Julia. You go.

Thank You

Thank you kind sir who wrote this blog in response to an "embarrassing" video:

Click Here.

Not because I have some soft spot for Darwin or evolution, or even Creationism.

Because I love Texas. I'm from Texas. I love Texas. People are quick to judge Texas as a whole and this blogger took the time to include this little nugget:

"I’ll add here, once again, that I am not attacking Texas as a whole. That would be foolish. I am however attacking those in power who would use that power to teach that which is clearly wrong, attack that which is clearly right, and thinly disguise what they’re trying to do: overthrow the First Amendment and instate a theocracy. It’s really just that simple."

Thank you for not attacking Texas like Texas did something wrong. Texas didn't do anything. Texas is a mass of land full of all kinds of different people.

It just so happens that only the idiots make it onto TV anymore.

Well that's not all Texas is. I'm also pretty sure there are unintelligent people in most states.

I am Texas. I didn't grow up on a ranch, I don't own a pair of cowboy boots, and I don't own a gun. Even if I did, there would be nothing wrong with it. To each his own. Well, okay, maybe I don't agree with the gun thing.

I'm just saying. It would be nice every once in awhile when someone decided to attack "Texas," they would take the time to acknowledge they're really attacking the individual and not a giant massive state full of wonderful people.

'Nuff said.