Okay, really bad hair and face night tonight but I took a few pics of the costume. I still need to fix the boot covers so once I have those ready, I'll take some more (and I'll include the hat and whip).
For now, here ya go!
Oh, by the way....as soon as I took off the costume, I changed into my comfy Victoria's Secret flannel p.j's. I'm entering Britney's Naughty and Nice contest with one of the pics above and this one:
My old friend from high school found this picture and sent it to me on Facebook yesterday:
I am still doubled over laughing over my 80's hair and the pink, ruffly homecoming dress. If I remember correctly, my date for that dance was a guy that I just reconnected with on Facebook as well.
One of my friends on Twitter sent out a message with his name in it and I was so stunned! Turned out to be him and we've talked here and there.
Now, I've been reconnecting with a lot of people from that time. So much fun, even if I don't have the best of memories from my school years.
By the way, I clearly remember that "Walk Like An Egyptian" was nearly impossible to dance to. At least for me. The beat is way too fast to pull off any sort of cool dance moves. :)
Kapgar and I have been scheming on a 30 Rock skit that, if the producers at NBC had any smarts, would become a real story line (with us in the starring roles of course.)
I'm titling it "I Love Kenneth the Page." Or alternately, "Obsession."
Let's cue the music before we go any further:
Okay, on to the story. It goes something like this:
Kevin and I are new pages under Kenneth's "tutelage" as Kevin put it. (that word makes me giggle). I immediately fall in love with Kenneth the Page. I mean what's not to love about this guy:
At first, Kenneth is really happy to see me each day:
He even takes me out to a party after work on the set of TGS (work with me on the photo editing here, lol):
But my crush on him turns into a crazy, stalker-type obsession and he begins to get a little worried:
Suddenly, wherever he goes, I follow. He tries to keep that beautiful smile of his on even though he's totally creeped out. Elevator rides are the worst, as I'm almost always on there with him:
The crazier I get, the more Kenneth is turned off. But there's someone who actually loves my craziness. My new fellow page-in-training Kevin:
The crazier I get, the more Kevin wants me. But my heart is set on winning over Kenneth, so I resort to all sorts of tricks to get his attention. Like leaving a present for him in his office:
The final straw for Kenneth comes when I pop up on the stage from the audience of Late Night With Conan O'Brian in the middle of his interview:
It's also the final straw for Kevin, who realizes the only way to win my heart is to plot Kenneth's demise. Unfortunately for Kevin, the authorities get wind of his plot and promptly arrest him before he can carry it out:
But then Kenneth reports me and I too am arrested:
And Kenneth is finally free of the both of us. He demands that he gets the final approval of all new pages from then on out.
As for me and Kevin...well, not even jail could stop our obsessions. We were content to live them out through our cells.
My cell:
Kevin's cell:
The end! *bow* *bow* *bow*
Be prepared to see both me and Kevin on 30 Rock with our brilliant skit any day now. :)
I happened upon a sweater the other day that is in my absolute favorite color to wear...well second to black. Coral. I had to have it. And I paired it with black which I love even more. It's a lightweight, summery sweater and I wish I could wear it every day.
THEN, the fashion gods were smiling down on me because I just happened to have a lipstick already that matched it perfectly. I was so excited that I decided to snap a couple of photos (I figured I needed a new profile pic anyhow):
So now one pic is on my blog page, and one is in my profile (because I can't decide which one I like best).
I also added some more of my favorite songs to my Playlist in my sidebar (you have to click on "pop out player to see all the songs...I have to work on fixing that). Does anyone ever listen to others' Playlists? Or am I the only one listening to mine? I'm guessing it's the latter.
I almost want to start my own radio show just so I can open with "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado and close with "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake. Or maybe "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stafani. Or, or....ugh..I love them all! But that's a good reason to start a radio show, right? :)
Finally, I am dying for someone to come debate Obama's stance on Iraq over at my political blog. Any takers? I promise I debate nicely. I really do! And I don't judge others for their beliefs so I will love you just as much even if you don't agree with me....which I know in blogland is just about everyone.
Oh, and if you missed it over the weekend, make sure you check out "Penis Power" in the post below. Worth. Every. Minute.
So I figured if I'm up for Hottest Mommy Blogger, I should offer up some campaign photos to encourage you to vote for me if you haven't already done so (and if you have, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!).
Of course, this could totally backfire on me and I will actually end up scaring away potential voters, but I figured I'd be brave and give it a try anyhow.
So, what do you do when you're recovering from surgery and it takes ALL of your energy to get showered, dressed and made up? You celebrate by taking vain photos of yourself, that's what!
Here's attempt #1:
On this one, I realized I actually need to look at the camera in the mirror, not up at the camera itself. My husband said I looked like I was afraid of something....as if the camera were a snake.
So...on to attempt #2:
Not bad, but you can see the camera still. So, my last and final attempt:
Eh. It's not bad. Especially for someone that just had all of their insides lasered out.
Now, I'm up to page 2 in the results, baby! If you have any sympathy at all for a girl doing her best to get to page 1, even draining herself of any and all energy for three so-so photos, head on over here and show me some love.
Remember, you have to register, but it's REALLY quick. Then you just click on the link in your confirmation email and THEN your vote for me will count.
If I can get from page 7 to page 2 in just a couple of days, surely I can get to page 1, right? I can dream! :)
