Can I just tell you how much I love MTV? I am a huge fan of just about every show they have one there. Road Rules? YES! Real World? YES! Pimp My Ride? YES! Punk'd? YES! And my personal favorite, My Super-Sweet Sixteen? YES, YES, YES! I would rather poke my eye out than watch a music video, but give me some good reality TV and I am happy!
I was a huge fan of Rich Girls, which followed Ali Hilfiger and her friend Jaime through their days on the streets of New York. These were the beautiful people. They had purses that I can only afford knock-offs of. Their Tiffany jewelry didn't come from Canal Street. Alas, Rich Girls had to end when Jaime went off to college. But My Super-Sweet Sixteen has come along to take care of my fascination with people who have more money than God.
Watching 15-year-old girls fly off to Paris to shop for THE dress that will make their party perfect and watching 15-year-old boys plan parties that include barely-dressed dancers on pedestals is akin to watching a train wreck. You want to look away, but you can't because it is just so darn fascinating. Is Ava really never going to speak to her parents again if she doesn't get a Range Rover on the day that she turns 16? Oh, no, it's okay...they came through for her a few days later on the day of her party. She gets her Range Rover, and they get a daughter who will still speak to them. Seems fair.
I will never be rich, and watching the rich on some of MTV's finest reality shows makes me a little happy about that. Sure, I would love to have a Range Rover...but not if it turned me into a petty princess who doesn't understand what respect for her parents is all about. Until then, I will take my Saturn, thanks, but I will still escape to MTV to live a little vicariously once in a while.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Sunday, February 20, 2005
One Tequila, Two Tequila
Let me preface this by saying that I don't drink...not really. I am good for a couple of drinks a couple of times a year, and I love a good margarita when out for dinner, but the benders that I used to go on when living within walking distance of my neighborhood watering hole (AKA the Good Old Days) are a thing of the past.
Let me preface this also by saying that I am NOT a martini girl. Or at least I was not before last night. But the bar we went to last night had an impressive martini list with such alluring names as the Candy Apple, the Milky Way, and the piece de resistance, the Creme Brulee-tini. So I did what any self-respecting dessert lover would do...I had six. Cushioning those between two margaritas at dinner, a beer before we went out, the Sapphire and Tonic that started off my evening, and the two fruit lambics that I had to finish off the night (will I never learn not to mix alcohol with carbonation?), and you end up with a very drunk non-drinker. And I truly apologize if you were the recipient of one of my drunk dials last night.
So what did I learn from this experience? Well, I learned that martinis are good...in moderation. I learned that some people don't like to get phone calls at 2:00 in the morning...especially if they have to work the next day. And I learned that bouncing back from an evening like that at the age of 28 is NOT AT ALL like bouncing back at the age of 23. But you need nights like that once in a while to remind yourself of why sober nights are happy nights. And you can consider that lesson learned.
Let me preface this also by saying that I am NOT a martini girl. Or at least I was not before last night. But the bar we went to last night had an impressive martini list with such alluring names as the Candy Apple, the Milky Way, and the piece de resistance, the Creme Brulee-tini. So I did what any self-respecting dessert lover would do...I had six. Cushioning those between two margaritas at dinner, a beer before we went out, the Sapphire and Tonic that started off my evening, and the two fruit lambics that I had to finish off the night (will I never learn not to mix alcohol with carbonation?), and you end up with a very drunk non-drinker. And I truly apologize if you were the recipient of one of my drunk dials last night.
So what did I learn from this experience? Well, I learned that martinis are good...in moderation. I learned that some people don't like to get phone calls at 2:00 in the morning...especially if they have to work the next day. And I learned that bouncing back from an evening like that at the age of 28 is NOT AT ALL like bouncing back at the age of 23. But you need nights like that once in a while to remind yourself of why sober nights are happy nights. And you can consider that lesson learned.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Claiming my own little corner of the web...
I have become addicted to reading blogs. My first addiction is the daily, hilarious, and oddly inspiring www.dooce.com. Heather Armstrong is, to me, the quintessential blogger. She lets us in and makes us laugh. My friend Kat also just started a blog, so I have added her to my Favorites list and will now check in on what's going on with her everyday. These blogs, along with my eDiets addiction, means that soon I will no longer have to buy books for entertainment. I will be able to get everything I need here on the web.
And cutting down on my book habit would actually be beneficial to me. You see, a few months ago, I quit my relatively secure job working in the not-for-profit world and became a student nurse. I got paid for 24.5 days of vacation at my old job, which I socked away in my savings accout, and I have been issuing myself a "paycheck" every two weeks so I can pay my bills. The money is running out. I have a plan...I am going to become a substitute teacher. I am pulling my teaching certificate out of the mothballs and using it once again. However, to make money as a substitute teacher, the school district has to call you. CALL, ALREADY!
I have had to give up some luxuries. First to go was the professional highlights I had put in my hair every 12 weeks. And that was actually going a little too long...it should have been more like eight weeks. Yesterday, my mom took pity on me and my roots and bought me a box of hair dye at Giant. I dyed my own hair yesterday for the first time since just after I got out of college. My hair now looks like it did in college...a uniform dark auburn, not a highlight in sight. But you know what? The roots are GONE! And that means that I no longer look like the girl who can't afford to get her hair re-highlighted. Instead, I am the cute redhead with the sparkling personality...and that's not a bad thing to be.
And cutting down on my book habit would actually be beneficial to me. You see, a few months ago, I quit my relatively secure job working in the not-for-profit world and became a student nurse. I got paid for 24.5 days of vacation at my old job, which I socked away in my savings accout, and I have been issuing myself a "paycheck" every two weeks so I can pay my bills. The money is running out. I have a plan...I am going to become a substitute teacher. I am pulling my teaching certificate out of the mothballs and using it once again. However, to make money as a substitute teacher, the school district has to call you. CALL, ALREADY!
I have had to give up some luxuries. First to go was the professional highlights I had put in my hair every 12 weeks. And that was actually going a little too long...it should have been more like eight weeks. Yesterday, my mom took pity on me and my roots and bought me a box of hair dye at Giant. I dyed my own hair yesterday for the first time since just after I got out of college. My hair now looks like it did in college...a uniform dark auburn, not a highlight in sight. But you know what? The roots are GONE! And that means that I no longer look like the girl who can't afford to get her hair re-highlighted. Instead, I am the cute redhead with the sparkling personality...and that's not a bad thing to be.
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