<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:25:54.800-06:00</updated><category term='if they had a child...'/><category term='project runway'/><category term='top chef'/><category term='people'/><category term='funny'/><category term='antm'/><category term='family'/><category term='tv'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='awww'/><category term='rant'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>little gray cells</title><subtitle type='html'>good and good for you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-9000629443196572074</id><published>2012-02-03T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:25:54.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDukynuj4CY/TyxQx3EmIQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/a9A_gJgjfp8/s1600/twaddle-300x247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705023645498614018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDukynuj4CY/TyxQx3EmIQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/a9A_gJgjfp8/s320/twaddle-300x247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAE4IgaoGzw/TyxQuGqocqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/MD1yef0d8zc/s1600/twaddle-300x247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-9000629443196572074?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/9000629443196572074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=9000629443196572074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9000629443196572074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9000629443196572074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2012/02/world-of-yes.html' title='A World of YES'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDukynuj4CY/TyxQx3EmIQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/a9A_gJgjfp8/s72-c/twaddle-300x247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4255467257935641772</id><published>2012-01-13T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:27:13.804-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Christmas in ... January!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to organize my office so I pulled out all of these bags I had under my desk. I have a biggish, U-shaped desk, and under one corner I had been putting tote bags that I got at conferences and bags I used to bring things to work, like Target bags or the nice little paper ones with handles that some retailers use. I thought, "I might need these, you never know!" Well, the corner had become stuffed full. So today I thought, "Hello, nice little mouse neighborhood! Here come the bulldozers!"¹ and started cleaning them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a big tote bag I had gotten at a conference in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough ahem*&lt;/span&gt; June. And it was full. of. stuff. This was like Christmas all over again, only with geeky stuff. So fun! I now am the proud owner of several new pens, highlighters, sticky note pads, bookmarks, flashlights, keychains, and what-have-you. Have I ever mentioned my fondness for free stuff? It may be a keychain that I wouldn't pay for in a million years, but y'all, it was free. You don't pass up free sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a shout-out to all you procrastinators out there! It's totally worth the wait! If you go to any kind of a work-related conference, I recommend leaving all of the little free stuff sitting around for at least a month or two (I realize my more-than-6-month hiatus is pretty hardcore), you will appreciate it so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¹ No mice were harmed during the course of this project. There were no mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4255467257935641772?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4255467257935641772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4255467257935641772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4255467257935641772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4255467257935641772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-in-january.html' title='Christmas in ... January!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-34723062964572683</id><published>2011-10-07T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:27:13.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>You Can't Go Home Again</title><content type='html'>So I got a DVD of the Dick Van Dyke show, much-beloved in my memory. Frankly, I'm disappointed. It's supposed to be a "best of" set, and it could be that the ones whoever packaged the DVD chose are just not the ones I would have chosen (where is the one with Dick Van Dyke -- OMG, I was going to use his initials to shorten this typing business, and it's DVD, how confusing would &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; be? -- on the radio all night as part of some competition or fund-raiser or something??) or it could just be remembering with rose-colored glasses. But... it's not as funny as I remember. And it's kind of disparaging toward women. Shocker for early 1960's, I know, but I guess when I was watching the show before, I wasn't such a raging feminist. (That's a bit of a joke for those who don't really know me; I only rage about traffic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they come out with another set and it includes the one I mentioned above, I'll buy that set and see if it's as funny as I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Dick Van Dyke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-34723062964572683?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/34723062964572683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=34723062964572683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/34723062964572683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/34723062964572683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-cant-go-home-again.html' title='You Can&apos;t Go Home Again'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4484272934186961290</id><published>2011-04-08T10:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:27:13.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What, me worry?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sold your house? Oh my heck, what a big ordeal. Just looking at what we need to do to get ours ready to show is exhausting. Of course, the idea of dusting is exhausting to me most days, so maybe it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic is about to give me a stroke. (Most of the reason we want to move.) Have people always been such bad drivers? I mean, not just bad, but stupid bad. And rude bad. There are simply too many people these days. I need to figure out how to get paid for being a hermit. Maybe an ad in the paper: "Will pray on a hill for you every day, salary negotiable. What price would you put on your eternal soul?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to... work. Stressful, even more so than usual. Budget crisis, retiring personnel not getting replaced... There's doing more with less and then there's... this. "Doing very little because we only have three people" isn't nearly as catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4484272934186961290?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4484272934186961290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4484272934186961290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4484272934186961290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4484272934186961290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-me-worry.html' title='What, me worry?'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-940981403765710886</id><published>2011-01-11T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:27:31.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pile o' 'Poo</title><content type='html'>The other day I spent a good hour searching online for a good shampoo.  I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did shampoo-buying get so complicated?  Why doesn't it just clean your hair anymore?!  I don't want a shampoo that gives me volume or smoothes my frizzies or moisturizes anything at all.  I JUST WANT CLEAN HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want anything else, I'll buy some damn conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for how simple shampoos were when I was growing up, back in the long-long ago.  Then we just worried about how good it smelled.  And shine, yes, everyone wanted shiny hair, which, really, just seems to go along with...  CLEAN hair.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back my Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific!  My Yucca Dew!  My Body on Tap!  (Okay, that implies that it gave your hair body, but it gave it body by &lt;em&gt;cleaning &lt;/em&gt;it.  See?  Simple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those big companies needs to get on this.  I can't be the only person who thinks this.  Can I?  CAN I??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-940981403765710886?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/940981403765710886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=940981403765710886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/940981403765710886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/940981403765710886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2011/01/pile-o-poo.html' title='Pile o&apos; &apos;Poo'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8397727334183881450</id><published>2010-11-23T13:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:43:07.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Seriously Funny</title><content type='html'>This blog is always funny, but &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogs-dont-understand-basic-concepts.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; is extra-hilarious. Especially if you have dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8397727334183881450?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8397727334183881450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8397727334183881450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8397727334183881450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8397727334183881450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/11/seriously-funny.html' title='Seriously Funny'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6477129249764749033</id><published>2010-11-03T14:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:48:39.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Project Ripoff</title><content type='html'>Mondo was ROBBED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His designs aren't necessarily what I would wear, but they are good. He is so talented. I thought Gretchen's designs were snoozers, and ugly snoozers at that. What was with all the granny panties?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Heidi needs to get rid of Michael Kors and Nina Garcia, they are too out of touch. And Nina Garcia always sits there looking so superior, and then she chooses what? I thought Gretchen's designs were the weakest of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taped the show (yes, I still have to rely on my dinosaur VCR) and missed the actual discussion and choice by the judges (it couldn't have been timed worse, right when Heidi they were going to "have a little chat", the recording stopped. ARRGGHH.). So when I saw the next day that they chose GRETCHEN, I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mondo is successful anyway. Team MONDO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6477129249764749033?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6477129249764749033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6477129249764749033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6477129249764749033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6477129249764749033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/11/project-ripoff.html' title='Project Ripoff'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-7953804337259087978</id><published>2010-09-13T13:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:16:33.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Project SELF-ESTEEM!!!</title><content type='html'>Lunatics are definitely running the asylum. I think throughout the fashion world. Or maybe I mean "fashion." I can't understand why high fashion=ugly these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am sick of Heidi being so shocked at contestants "throwing [each other] under the bus." It's a COMPETITION, not a church social. And you force them to tell you who they thought was the weakest link, or why this or that happened, with your steely German stare, so what you're saying is that if they honestly think one of the other contestants is weak, they should lie? I thought this was a competition based on design skills, not some duel of honor. (Can it be called a duel when several people are involved? So a... clash of honor?) I agree that no one likes people who always seem to be pointing fingers and never taking responsibility, but you are making them tell you these things. So if it bothers you, STOP DOING IT. You have the power, Heidi. You are the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the episode a couple of weeks ago, the team competition, when the whole team said Michael C. was the weakest link and the judges were all shocked and appalled (because they're all sweetness and light, right), wringing their hands and wailing, "Oh poor, poor Michael C. Will no one defend him?", maybe they should have asked themselves if there was a &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt; that every single person said he was the weakest link. Everyone who has worked with him has said that throughout this competition! (Well, until Mondo last week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they gave the bridesmaid's dress win to Michael C. just to spite the other contestants, which -- um, again, isn't this a competition? About design? Did I miss when it changed to a self-esteem support group? Because his dress was hideous and the judges were completely wrong. Mondo should have won, no question. And the judges totally bombed Michael D.'s because his model was plus-sized, though of course they would never admit that. He got no points for working with someone plus-sized, and it is much harder to make someone big look good than it is to make someone thin look good. Take it from someone who is not thin anymore. It's damned hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Andy was clearly the winner and they gave it to April. April's looked like lingerie. So, yeah, resort wear in a sense. And I kept wanting to pull the damn straps up that drooped down over the model's arms (April said she wanted her to look bound or trapped or in bondage or drunk or something). But Kristen Bell said she would wear it on the red carpet. Apparently she fell down before they started filming this episode and was concussed the entire time. What a great actress! You couldn't even tell except for the nonsense she was spouting. Unless she's referring to some X-rated red carpet event that I don't know about, like the porn Oscars. Hey, I guess they do have something like that, it was in Boogie Nights (my complete reference for all things porn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting guest judges -- and the only logical guest judges to have -- are people who are actual designers. Let's see, usual judges... Heidi, supermodel with questionable taste; Michael Kors, designer with questionable taste; and Nina Garcia, ...something... with questionable taste. And no one to shake up all of their preconceived notions except actresses? With questionable taste. What qualifications do they have? That they wear clothes? That they wear expensive clothes? That they wear expensive clothes that they pay someone to choose for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I have to ask. If they have all that money, designers throwing dresses at them for big events, and the best figures money can buy, WHY DO THEY STILL LOOK SO DARN TRASHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry to get all-capsy on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I am not happy with Project Runway this season. I think the judges are way off. Oh! I just had a brainwave. It's Heidi's bangs! She can't see the designs! And then the others go along with her because it's her show and she's got that whole steely German stare thing, even more scary through a forest of bangs. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they finally took Gretchen down a couple of notches. But sending Casanova home? I loved Casanova! His design wasn't great, admittedly, but I think Gretchen's was worse. It actually made her model look fat and frumpy. Who wants to look fat and frumpy, especially at a resort? And &lt;em&gt;especially &lt;/em&gt;when you're 5'11" and weigh 110 lbs, you've forgotten what teeth are for, and you survive on cigarettes, water, and the glowing knowledge that you make everyone else look like elephants in their resort wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-7953804337259087978?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/7953804337259087978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=7953804337259087978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7953804337259087978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7953804337259087978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/09/project-self-esteem.html' title='Project SELF-ESTEEM!!!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4281192863481591633</id><published>2010-08-06T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:37:20.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>Bunny moves to a new class on Monday.  I think it will be a good change for him; let's hope I'm right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope he likes his teacher.  He's in the same school, and is already at least a little familiar with his soon-to-be teacher, so I'm hoping it's a smooth transition for him.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4281192863481591633?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4281192863481591633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4281192863481591633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4281192863481591633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4281192863481591633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4654738685025447556</id><published>2010-07-06T08:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:27:50.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>It's been a really stressful time lately. Not least because Molly -- sweet, lovable Molly -- passed away unexpectedly. It happened two weeks ago tomorrow; that's when she got sick. She actually passed away two weeks ago Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still can't get used it; we still miss her constantly. Sassy and Penny miss her too. Everybody loved Molly.  I wish I could write a fitting tribute, but I start crying every time I think of her and can't put a good sentence together.  We let her down horribly and feel terrible about it.  "If only" is a sad and awful phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Molly-girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2Q3lt7kI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BpRiY9UBbOs/s1600/Molly%2520closeup_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792034122722882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2Q3lt7kI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BpRiY9UBbOs/s200/Molly%2520closeup_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2ZjTG8pI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xdE6AphMrLw/s1600/mollysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792183294784146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2ZjTG8pI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xdE6AphMrLw/s200/mollysmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2eHFKrYI/AAAAAAAAAuY/rJYcSg9NrsA/s1600/Sass%2520%26%2520Moll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792261619461506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2eHFKrYI/AAAAAAAAAuY/rJYcSg9NrsA/s200/Sass%2520%26%2520Moll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4654738685025447556?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4654738685025447556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4654738685025447556' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4654738685025447556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4654738685025447556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TDM2Q3lt7kI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BpRiY9UBbOs/s72-c/Molly%2520closeup_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6293505946596083066</id><published>2010-04-16T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:38:54.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Float Like a Butterfly, Jump Like a Rabbit</title><content type='html'>It's been a while!  Mostly I wanted to post that Bunny can now jump.  JUMP.  Both feet clearly off the floor at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, his jumps were mostly one foot off the floor, other foot on tiptoe.  Almost a full jump, but not quite, though occasionally the toes of the grounded foot would leave the ground momentarily.  Now, though.  Honest-to-God jumping.  We're so proud.  I have no real idea how long he's been able to do this; we just saw him do it about a week ago.  He may have been jumping like a...  well, a bunny, at school for weeks now for all we know.  But after we saw it and were all excited, he jumped all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  He's still hilarious and really only getting funnier.  He loooves chips and salsa.  He sits in his booster seat or high chair, pulls up a little bowl of salsa, reaches for the chips, and he's happy as a little clam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately he's taken to lying on our big bed and dangling Woody over the side and saying, "Oh no, Woody, don't fall, oh no, oh nooo!" and dropping him, then getting Buzz to go down and save him.  It's so funny.  I tried to get it on tape but of course he was facing the door, so saw me immediately and said, "Turn it around!" so he could see himself on the screen while I was taping.  My little narcissist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6293505946596083066?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6293505946596083066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6293505946596083066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6293505946596083066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6293505946596083066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/04/float-like-butterfly-jump-like-rabbit.html' title='Float Like a Butterfly, Jump Like a Rabbit'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6321439116673101406</id><published>2010-01-29T12:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:01:54.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Update</title><content type='html'>I was emailing with a friend about Bunny and thought it would be a good idea to put it here as a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny is running around and talking and saying the funniest things and asking hard questions like, "Why is that an alligator?"  Um... because it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't really get Why so much when you ask him; he tends to answer questions like, "Why did you throw down your car?" with "Because I threw it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also discovered conjunctions so he says long sentences like, "I feel sad but Daddy got me some hot chocolate but I'm sitting at my table."  He doesn't always quite get them right but that's what makes it so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6321439116673101406?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6321439116673101406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6321439116673101406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6321439116673101406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6321439116673101406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-update.html' title='Little Update'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1855730408862909037</id><published>2009-11-23T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:40:44.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Project Snoozeway</title><content type='html'>*Here be spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a woman, I liked that the top three for Bryant Park were women, and I thought they were all pretty good, as these designers go. However, it was boring, and I assumed Irina was going to win since about week 3. So no surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most entertaining thing, in a disturbing way, was Tim getting so upset when the designers weren't ready at showtime. I wonder if he gets like that every time and they've just never shown us before, or if that was unusual. He seems so unflappable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1855730408862909037?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1855730408862909037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1855730408862909037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1855730408862909037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1855730408862909037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/11/project-snoozeway.html' title='Project Snoozeway'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5338305807050760374</id><published>2009-11-23T08:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:33:05.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cleaningforareason.org/"&gt;http://www.cleaningforareason.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nonprofit group that connects women suffering with cancer with free housecleaning services. As it says on their site, one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Xerox is still offering free thank-you cards to the troops.  Go say thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/"&gt;http://www.letssaythanks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5338305807050760374?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5338305807050760374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5338305807050760374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5338305807050760374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5338305807050760374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-worthwhile.html' title='Nice!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4295533455195404838</id><published>2009-11-13T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:48:46.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Dun-Dun-DUHN</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I've never seen this before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Y73sPHKxw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Y73sPHKxw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, it's actually a Prairie Dog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4295533455195404838?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4295533455195404838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4295533455195404838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4295533455195404838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4295533455195404838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/11/dun-dun-duhn.html' title='Dun-Dun-DUHN'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1878854341802157407</id><published>2009-11-06T09:34:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:35:03.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Guess</title><content type='html'>Who carved which pumpkin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SvRCnKpXGTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GhP1AXLPNAY/s1600-h/DSC09917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401015093764233522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SvRCnKpXGTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GhP1AXLPNAY/s200/DSC09917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1878854341802157407?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1878854341802157407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1878854341802157407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1878854341802157407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1878854341802157407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-galore.html' title='Guess'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SvRCnKpXGTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GhP1AXLPNAY/s72-c/DSC09917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3655131242074870165</id><published>2009-10-14T12:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:35:09.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two great tastes that do indeed taste great together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/quiz/what-type-of-halloween-candy-are-you"&gt;What Type of Halloween Candy Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are undoubtedly Reese's Peanut Butter Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tastes are classic and tend to be a bit refined. You prefer savory with a touch of sweetness, instead of the reverse, and when you find something you like, you tend to stick with it and not seek variations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Martha knows &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3655131242074870165?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3655131242074870165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3655131242074870165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3655131242074870165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3655131242074870165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-cups.html' title='Two great tastes that do indeed taste great together'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4109960849750553564</id><published>2009-09-28T15:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:27:09.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Still perking along... Bunny is fine. He was sick not too long ago with a really nasty viral infection. They said it wasn't the flu, but it sure was flu-like. He had a really worrisome cough with it that wanted to linger. Finally over it and now his nose is running again. Sadly, I'm praying for allergies. C'mon, run-of-the-mill allergies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much new going on other than that except I am swamped at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I disagree with a couple of the decisions they've made on Project Runway. Ra'mon? I liked him! And he was creative! Admittedly his outfit wasn't very good, but... Oh well. I'm not that outraged about it. I think they've gotten rid of most of the clunkers already (except for Nicolas). Nicolas's outfit this time was okay (finally), but didn't seem particularly original to me. Christopher should have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, America. Lesli has spoken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4109960849750553564?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4109960849750553564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4109960849750553564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4109960849750553564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4109960849750553564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6080678993094377096</id><published>2009-08-07T12:00:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:04:02.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if they had a child...'/><title type='text'>Gett It?</title><content type='html'>I just saw a picture of Balthazar Getty -- I looked him up since his name pops up every so often in blogs, etc. and I had no idea who he is (apparently he cheated on his wife, with whom he has FOUR CHILDREN COUNT THEM, with Sienna Miller) -- and he looks like a cross between Charlie Sheen and Corey Feldman. That's really the important thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey Feldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjCrGwa1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/t5x_lznwOLY/s1600-h/9xcboqr2ni87n28o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273753500740434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjCrGwa1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/t5x_lznwOLY/s200/9xcboqr2ni87n28o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Sheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjWKF5yII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AqeclYNiGyU/s1600-h/charlie-sheen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367274088236173442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjWKF5yII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AqeclYNiGyU/s200/charlie-sheen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balthazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjPs3SiJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/l919TZtm4c0/s1600-h/Bgetty_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273977311037586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjPs3SiJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/l919TZtm4c0/s200/Bgetty_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjjB7QZaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_TyD8dM1aw8/s1600-h/NM_feldman_corey_050210_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367274309382333858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjjB7QZaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_TyD8dM1aw8/s200/NM_feldman_corey_050210_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjfKtJkyI/AAAAAAAAAfg/I4PaE3ZuSVc/s1600-h/Corey_Feldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjZBwwCUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XqjQvLB33gM/s1600-h/charlie-sheen-20070707-280397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367274137539578178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjZBwwCUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XqjQvLB33gM/s200/charlie-sheen-20070707-280397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjHLBmgYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/n6vKiEkaZOY/s1600-h/balthazar-getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273830788530562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjHLBmgYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/n6vKiEkaZOY/s200/balthazar-getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't believe me? Remember, I'm not saying he looks &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;either of these two, I'm saying he looks like an unholy &lt;em&gt;blend&lt;/em&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still not convinced, here's your test. Which one is this? WHICH ONE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjMkPGDGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HLoey_ceJ0A/s1600-h/balthazar-getty-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxoY5oBQ5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/545GM3D2udY/s1600-h/which+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279632913613714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxoY5oBQ5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/545GM3D2udY/s200/which+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6080678993094377096?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6080678993094377096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6080678993094377096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6080678993094377096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6080678993094377096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/08/gett-it.html' title='Gett It?'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnxjCrGwa1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/t5x_lznwOLY/s72-c/9xcboqr2ni87n28o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2644931547882481129</id><published>2009-08-06T13:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:34:56.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Enough already with the teeth and the ... teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnsgySMLvSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Q_S6z3UluC0/s1600-h/g%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366919429190565154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnsgySMLvSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Q_S6z3UluC0/s200/g%26b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meant to mention this earlier, but I somehow forgot. I don't know how, ads were everywhere. I'm surprised I didn't wake up one morning to find one stuck to my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They -- the Style network, that is -- were seriously pushing this show. Which is smart, I guess, because I doubt anyone would watch it otherwise. Giuliana is some sort of entertainment reporter, I guess, right? And Bill Rancic seemed like a pretty nice guy when he won the first season of The Apprentice, but... watch a show about him? Didn't he go on The Apprentice because he wanted to do something in business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, he is -- the business of &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, that makes sense, I guess most contestants go on reality shows just to get on TV. So, wow, Bill not only got a TV show, but also a girl AND glow-in-the-dark teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to succeed, Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Style, leave me alone. I've squinted at their dentition enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2644931547882481129?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2644931547882481129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2644931547882481129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2644931547882481129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2644931547882481129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/08/guiliana-bill.html' title='Enough already with the teeth and the ... teeth'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SnsgySMLvSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Q_S6z3UluC0/s72-c/g%26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-36352945143179182</id><published>2009-07-24T12:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:05:49.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>There Oughta Be a Law</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing the local classifieds when I came across this ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDCARE CENTER seeking to hire FULL TIME toddler. CDA or AA &amp;amp; a min. of 2 yrs. exp. req 225-xxx-xxxx - PROFESNL/ADMINISTRATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Number omitted to protect the clueless. I would have smudged it or something but I don't have any of that there fancy computer stuff.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-36352945143179182?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/36352945143179182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=36352945143179182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/36352945143179182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/36352945143179182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/07/arent-there-laws-against-this.html' title='There Oughta Be a Law'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-7696017156084534245</id><published>2009-07-20T14:18:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:16:05.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>J&amp;K+MJ=Who Cares, It's All About My Baby!</title><content type='html'>1. Jon &amp;amp; Kate + Zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the show when Bunny was tiny and I was up at all hours, and I liked it. All those babies! I was struggling enough with just one! It didn't bother me when they started with some product placement and getting free trips. That's the benefit of being on TV. And they had to deal with the downside -- having cameras on them all the time. It did bother me that the children were growing up with people watching them. It just smacked of exploitation, and it bothered me more the longer the show was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have mentioned how mean Kate has been to Jon, like they're surprised. She talked to him like that from the earliest shows I watched, season two at the latest. And Jon just took it. In every show I watched. Just like I imagine he did the whole time they were together, even before they had children and cameras got involved. Sure, she shouldn't talk to her husband like that, but then he shouldn't just put up with it if it really bothered him. Besides, can you imagine the show without her? With two Jon types? Oh, it's Jon &amp;amp; K&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothered me the most about the recent hoopla was the fact that everyone was picking on Kate. Wha...? Jon CHEATED on his wife with some 22-year-old tramp, and &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; the bad guy? I don't care how mean she is to him, he doesn't have the right to do that. Be a man and stick up for yourself or leave her and stay away from floozies until you're divorced. YOUR CHILDREN ARE WATCHING YOU, YOU SELFISH IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And now he has yet another young girlfriend -- does he think they'd give him the time of day if he weren't famous? Well, maybe he does, he doesn't seem all that bright. And he's apparently going to be designing a line of children's clothes. Because he's such a loving father who knows so much about children. Not to mention fashion. Sigh. Is my disgust showing again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my two belated cents on that whole mess. I'm just sick of them both and wish they'd pull the show and shut them up. I feel sorry for the kids, who are somehow all adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Others are catching up with my disgust (belatedly I think) and someone used the perfect word for Jon Gosselin -- &lt;em&gt;odious&lt;/em&gt;. He is an odious man. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that Michael Jackson died an untimely death, though not surprised. I was listening to some CDs last week; I'd forgotten how good some of his music really is. It's too bad his weirdness overshadowed his talent. However, I'm glad that wall-to-wall coverage is finally over. There were other things going on in the world, after all, many more important than the death of a pop star, despite the fact that his passing apparently left all kinds of empty souls and lives behind. Get a grip, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip to estate executors: Neverland = California's Graceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Audience Participation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that Bunny has turned into a picky eater. Last night Andrew made an enchilada casserole, green beans, and carrots, and Bunny wouldn't even try the casserole. We told him it was meat and cheese -- no sale. We ate it and said how yummy it was -- still didn't buy it. We gave up on that and pulled out some lunch meat. We finally got him to eat that and some carrots by telling him how funny it would be if he ate it instead of throwing it on the floor -- to him, the height of hilarity. Anyway, he's such a ham that he did it. He put some in his mouth with this little mischievous look and we laughed and clapped and he smiled and ate it. Yippee! This will work until he catches on. So we'll need a new approach by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-7696017156084534245?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/7696017156084534245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=7696017156084534245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7696017156084534245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7696017156084534245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/07/j-cares-its-all-about-joe.html' title='J&amp;K+MJ=Who Cares, It&apos;s All About My Baby!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5194056922777989878</id><published>2009-04-13T14:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:26:07.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Well, the daycare FINALLY opened their new location, so Bunny went to his first day of daycare last Wednesday. Andrew and I both took him, and he enjoyed it as long as we were there. After we left, they said (when I called later) that he cried a little but then was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we found out later that he fell asleep not too long after we left, so I guess, yeah, he was fine while he was sleeping. Sheesh. Anyway, Friday Andrew said he did okay but didn't seem to want to stay and cried a little. And then today he SCREAMED AND CRIED when Andrew dropped him off, so of course Andrew was upset. I called later and his teacher said he was doing fine, they had colored and played and he was napping. So I hope he adjusts soon and does fine. We think he was more reluctant and upset today because he was tired. We got in sort of late yesterday from visiting family, and Bunny had taken a long nap on the drive back, so he didn't go to sleep until late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the new location is not full, by any means, so he started last week with only one other classmate in his age group, a little girl, and this week another little girl has started, so he is getting more one-on-one attention from the caregivers than he otherwise would, which I think is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us all luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5194056922777989878?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5194056922777989878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5194056922777989878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5194056922777989878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5194056922777989878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3106920388897479285</id><published>2009-03-11T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:48:37.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>LOL Ha!</title><content type='html'>Most people have probably seen this, and though sometimes I find it annoying, sometimes it's really funny.  (Click on the links.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;LOL Cats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most people haven't seen this. I bet also that most people don't even know who Cthulhu is. It's pretty funny if you've read Lovecraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lolthulhu.com/"&gt;LOLTHULHU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lolthulhu.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3106920388897479285?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3106920388897479285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3106920388897479285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3106920388897479285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3106920388897479285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-ha.html' title='LOL Ha!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2937636931127430636</id><published>2009-03-06T15:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:13:45.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Great, now I'm hungry...</title><content type='html'>Not really.  REALLY not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to be amazed and possibly a little nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;This is why you're fat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2937636931127430636?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2937636931127430636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2937636931127430636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2937636931127430636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2937636931127430636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-now-im-hungry.html' title='Great, now I&apos;m hungry...'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1223425906919725495</id><published>2009-02-19T16:16:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:17:15.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Here is Bunny before the haircut. See the lovely curls? This is why I resisted cutting his hair for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3dE1ZZDDI/AAAAAAAAAac/6f8TQbn0JHM/s1600-h/before01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304639011235105842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3dE1ZZDDI/AAAAAAAAAac/6f8TQbn0JHM/s200/before01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3c3Uzxj9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/wWExhLngzlI/s1600-h/before02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Bunny during the haircut. Notice the lollipop. Once he got it, it stayed in his mouth pretty much the whole time. Thank goodness for Dum-Dums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3cIUk2m7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-1CceYjCC-Q/s1600-h/during03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304637971632659378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3cIUk2m7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-1CceYjCC-Q/s200/during03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3bk1PkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_no5kcRKqgo/s1600-h/during04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bunny after the haircut. Still curly, whoo-hoo!! In the second picture, he's thoughtfully contemplating what's left of his lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3bDwdl8lI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UCJheh1Pogw/s1600-h/after02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304636793707426386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3bDwdl8lI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UCJheh1Pogw/s200/after02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1223425906919725495?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1223425906919725495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1223425906919725495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1223425906919725495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1223425906919725495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SZ3dE1ZZDDI/AAAAAAAAAac/6f8TQbn0JHM/s72-c/before01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-730710942304293331</id><published>2009-02-12T13:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:24:44.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Cut!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took Bunny for his first real haircut. He looks like a little boy more than ever now, not my little baby anymore! I'm a little sad about that. I'll post pictures whenever I can get them uploaded. He looks adorable, of course. Of course! And his hair is still curly, yay! I can't tell you how happy I am about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny did really well. They had a big booster seat thing but he didn't want to let go of me, so I held him and the stylist cut his hair that way. She also gave him a DumDum and he didn't take it out of his mouth once he got it. He didn't cry and only tried to pull away when she was trying to cut his bangs -- yes, when she had POINTY SCISSORS NEXT TO HIS EYEBALLS. But we held him and it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all getting over the cold; it was a doozy. Nice to hear Bunny breathing easily again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-730710942304293331?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/730710942304293331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=730710942304293331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/730710942304293331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/730710942304293331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cut.html' title='Cut!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2312431933146216793</id><published>2009-02-03T07:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:24:20.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Let's see... we've all got colds. I was actually the last to catch it, which is unusual. Andrew typically doesn't get sick but he got this one. It's pretty nasty. I can't wait for Bunny to get over it, I hate to hear him cough. He's never had a cough like this. Oh! And I think he caught it in the doctor's office when we took him for shots. And waited in the well-baby area. Thanks a lot, people who won't obey the rules; thank you for bringing your germy kids into the area reserved for kids WITHOUT germs. I appreciate your thoughtful efforts to boost my child's immune system. Why, without you, my poor baby would be breathing easily, sleeping through the night, and feeling generally great. So, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wore a skirt without hose or tights because yesterday didn't seem all that cold, and I usually don't leave the building once I'm here anyway. It was 32° when I was driving in! Of course. Thank goodness I have a space heater in my office or I would be freezing. One wall of my office is windows, which is nice for the view but cold on days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Nothing too exciting. Oh! Except Bunny knows a LOT of words. They asked at his checkup if he knew 10 to 15 words. Uh... yeah. He knows over a hundred, actually. Knows them, not just repeats them. He's quite the talker. Right now his favorite words are Super Why (he loves that show) and Percy (the little engine, which he carries around pretty much all day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also in the 50th percentile for weight and the 75th percentile for height. Andrew is excited about his height, though we both wish he'd eat better. He's turned into something of a picky eater and is not fond of vegetables. He loves fruit, though, which is good except for the fact that it means he likes sweets. What can I say, he comes by that sweet tooth naturally. Sorry, Bunny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2312431933146216793?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2312431933146216793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2312431933146216793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2312431933146216793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2312431933146216793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-469296570384065135</id><published>2009-01-12T08:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:23:49.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>That Thomas Magic</title><content type='html'>Saturday, I was in our bedroom arranging books and Bunny was sitting on the floor by me, looking at his books. (Why, yes, we do like to read, why do you ask?) The TV was on in the living room, but was not very loud. Suddenly Bunny stood up and started talking emphatically. Of course I had no idea what he was saying. He pointed and spoke some more. I said, "What do you want?" and started trying to guess. Exasperated, Bunny took off for the living room (oh! he was pointing at the &lt;em&gt;door&lt;/em&gt;!) so I followed him. He stopped and pointed at the TV, where &lt;em&gt;Thomas the Tank Engine&lt;/em&gt; was starting. Following a few more emphatic hand gestures and words, he settled in to watch the episode (well, if you can call less than ten minutes an &lt;em&gt;episode&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWta3SO9R6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5ginVo6uyLU/s1600-h/thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422093110658978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWta3SO9R6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5ginVo6uyLU/s320/thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was it funny because he was so emphatic and I was so clueless, but it was also impressive. That boy has good hearing! I did not hear the &lt;em&gt;Thomas&lt;/em&gt; intro music at all. Of course, my hearing is not what it used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWta3SO9R6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5ginVo6uyLU/s1600-h/thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-469296570384065135?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/469296570384065135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=469296570384065135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/469296570384065135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/469296570384065135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/01/thomas-magic.html' title='That Thomas Magic'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWta3SO9R6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5ginVo6uyLU/s72-c/thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3749769507888821791</id><published>2009-01-05T11:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:07:33.815-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWJAL4kSdXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oSY_VJgOAC8/s1600-h/streamers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859485393712498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWJAL4kSdXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oSY_VJgOAC8/s320/streamers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas cards are still going out, but I have to get more stamps at the Post Office. Sorry! Oh well, it will seem like the holidays are still going on, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3749769507888821791?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3749769507888821791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3749769507888821791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3749769507888821791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3749769507888821791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SWJAL4kSdXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oSY_VJgOAC8/s72-c/streamers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6292960781976389537</id><published>2008-12-22T14:11:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:13:34.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look... Oh Wait...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's almost Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just bought a new artificial tree this weekend and put it up, still no decorations on it. At least there are lights! I did get our stockings hung and some decorations put up and some presents wrapped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cards will be late but they are COMING SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6292960781976389537?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6292960781976389537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6292960781976389537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6292960781976389537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6292960781976389537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-wait-minute.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look... Oh Wait...'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2904911953953635179</id><published>2008-12-18T14:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:12:38.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>More Snow Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Bunny and me in the snow. Well, kind of. By this time the snow had mostly turned to rain, so we had to stay under a roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TKtcdPCcHlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XRNilS6xOq8/s1600/2008+Sum-Fall+882-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611025222770258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TKtcdPCcHlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XRNilS6xOq8/s200/2008+Sum-Fall+882-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUqxQWwGiFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WDLoswGHc7A/s1600-h/2008+Sum-Fall+882-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2904911953953635179?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2904911953953635179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2904911953953635179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2904911953953635179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2904911953953635179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-snow-pics.html' title='More Snow Pics'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/TKtcdPCcHlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XRNilS6xOq8/s72-c/2008+Sum-Fall+882-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1121870627473216889</id><published>2008-12-16T12:05:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:22:17.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we got SNOW in Baton Rouge last week! It accumulated so we ended up with around 3 inches on the ground. It was beautiful. Here are some pictures making the rounds (not my own):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Capitol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfvUPG5ITI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FhndpraB2GA/s1600-h/capitol+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280452219047059762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfvUPG5ITI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FhndpraB2GA/s320/capitol+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Tower at LSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfulG5cOqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/zPtN7gcjKjU/s1600-h/LSUsnow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451409389304482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfulG5cOqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/zPtN7gcjKjU/s320/LSUsnow8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuyCTV98I/AAAAAAAAAX8/_ykDrJqTbts/s1600-h/LSUsnow10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451631494068162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuyCTV98I/AAAAAAAAAX8/_ykDrJqTbts/s320/LSUsnow10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuvWciRaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KeKoKTpzdes/s1600-h/LSUsnow9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451585361724834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuvWciRaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KeKoKTpzdes/s320/LSUsnow9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfug9lZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ii_tdDrONYw/s1600-h/LSUsnow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451338169864258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfug9lZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ii_tdDrONYw/s320/LSUsnow5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuXDLfacI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sf39aJ5HQN4/s1600-h/LSUsnow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451167873100226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuXDLfacI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sf39aJ5HQN4/s320/LSUsnow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfucd2XZuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/L8iue8BoEBE/s1600-h/LSUsnow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451260931598050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfucd2XZuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/L8iue8BoEBE/s320/LSUsnow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuaIzSK3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Yq6-1Jkp-2M/s1600-h/LSUsnow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451220921789298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfuaIzSK3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Yq6-1Jkp-2M/s320/LSUsnow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1121870627473216889?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1121870627473216889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1121870627473216889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1121870627473216889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1121870627473216889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SUfvUPG5ITI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FhndpraB2GA/s72-c/capitol+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5514864612238497653</id><published>2008-12-03T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:41:32.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>So we've been a little busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We bought a house.&lt;br /&gt;2. We moved.&lt;br /&gt;3. I started a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stressful, all of it! We are glad to be mostly settled in, and we like the house, though I am not happy about the commute. The job is going well so far, though two days is not really a good test. I'll keep you posted about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten most of my Christmas shopping done, because I did a lot of it before the move, but I still have a little to go. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, she is difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5514864612238497653?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5514864612238497653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5514864612238497653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5514864612238497653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5514864612238497653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8952146113196369685</id><published>2008-11-07T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:26:32.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>Royale with Cheesy</title><content type='html'>They finally got rid of Elina the Superior, who still didn't shine despite being in almighty Europe.  Did you notice how much she resembled Julia Styles this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous that they didn't get rid of Marjorie who is a major pain in the backside.  I can't imagine being patient with her in real life, but maybe I would feel sorry for her.  Her insecurities are really crippling.  Which is why it is a mystery that she's still there.  She only made it to TWO go-sees and neither one would book her!  And her pictures weren't that great.  The others should feel pretty confident about next week unless they really screw something up, because TYRA.  &lt;em&gt;Marjorie needs to go home now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8952146113196369685?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8952146113196369685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8952146113196369685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8952146113196369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8952146113196369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/11/royale-with-cheesy.html' title='Royale with Cheesy'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8670607692592584569</id><published>2008-11-06T15:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:31:08.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Go Librarians!</title><content type='html'>U.S. News &amp;amp; World Report selected librarianship as one of the best careers for 2008. BOO-YAH! (Okay, so I'm a little late. I had other things on my mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of articles about librarianship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.examiner.com/x-1361-Seattle-Books-Examiner~y2008m10d24-You-might-be-a-librarian-if"&gt;You Might Be a Librarian If...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go on vacation and visit other libraries" -- Yep, actually did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can kick everyone's butt at Scrabble" -- Yeah, IN YOUR FACE, uh... people! Who won't play Scrabble with me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.mcsweeneys.net/links/librarian/3prosandcons.html"&gt;Pros &amp;amp; Cons of Librarianship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can make up whatever you want and people will believe you just because you're a librarian." -- Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get to spend two hours designing a sign that says the library will be closed for the holidays." -- Awww, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People kind of expect you to know things." -- Ah, but see the first Pro above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you know enough about how to find information to be a good librarian, you can definitely make more money doing something else." -- Ooh, low blow. But generally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles have more to them, of course. Read them. Then go arrange your DVDs alphabetically by genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you'll feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8670607692592584569?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8670607692592584569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8670607692592584569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8670607692592584569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8670607692592584569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-librarians.html' title='Go Librarians!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5467245470449127733</id><published>2008-11-05T16:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:02:23.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>Oh Bummer</title><content type='html'>Big news, huh? I am SO BUMMED. I really didn't think this would happen; I would have bet money on it. I'm just glad I didn't. AND I had to learn about it after the fact, from a blog, because I missed it when it aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they kicked Sheena off! Grrr! What? ANTM, of course; what are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knew she would win! Gah! Thanks, Tyra. Thanks a lot. Now I have to re-figure out the crazy inner workings of your show, and, frankly, it isn't worth it. So henceforth I shall just empty my brain while I watch and alternately enjoy/get really irritated by the display then go about my business la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I missed their first show in Amsterdam, but from what I read, it was pretty boring anyway. Now they are down to Sam the Tomboy, Elina the European, Annaleigh the Cute, Marjorie the Twitch, and McKey the Crooked. So, I guess... Elina or McKey? Oh hell, I don't know. And it doesn't matter. I mean, not that it ever does, but the ones left are either really annoying or really boring or both, so I just don't even really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'll watch it tonight. Or, rather, tape it and watch it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5467245470449127733?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5467245470449127733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5467245470449127733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5467245470449127733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5467245470449127733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-bummer.html' title='Oh Bummer'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-567372943835516328</id><published>2008-11-04T10:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:59:30.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>One of Joe's favorite things to play with is the phone. Ours, of course; why would he play with a toy one? Anyway, the other day we gave him the cordless to keep him from repeatedly rolling over and trying to crawl away while getting his diaper changed. As Andrew was wrapping up the diaper change, we heard a loud knock on the back porch door. The dogs went crazy barking and I looked out the window of the kitchen door, expecting to see my parents. Nooo, it was a policeman, looking very official and kind of frightening. I mean, I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, certainly nothing criminal, but there's just something about officialdom that sends my ever-present low-grade guilt from normal simmer to anxious rolling boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we struggled to corral the dogs and I slipped out. The policeman (btw, doesn't that seem like a funny title, like something a child made up? Like I should be a librarywoman?) told me that he was there because they received a HANG-UP 911 CALL. Oh yes, he did. I was puzzled for a split second then remembered my darling boy and his favorite toy. "Oh! We gave the phone to our son to play with, and I guess... hahaha... sorry about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Joe had come out by this time so the officer asked us if we were the only people living there, took our driver's licenses, and called them in to whomever they call -- headquarters, the dispatcher, the FBI, the Parental Bunglers Hotline -- and when we got the all-clear, he said it was no big deal when we apologized profusely and he left. He was in a pretty good mood. Well, I guess so -- the hang-up 911 turned out not to be a dangerous domestic call or anything even remotely dangerous by any stretch of the imagination, unless you count damage to your eardrums from all the dog barking going on, plus he got a funny story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Joe, keeping life interesting for all nearby adults since 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-567372943835516328?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/567372943835516328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=567372943835516328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/567372943835516328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/567372943835516328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2102100955929782939</id><published>2008-10-31T15:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:30:38.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Andrew and Bunny and I are moving back (well, it'll be the first time for the Bun) to Baton Rouge in November. A month or two ago, I applied for a job at the State Library because we had considered the possibility of moving back down there so Andrew could finish his degree more quickly and also, you know, find a job. Not too many opportunities here. I got an interview but didn't really expect to be offered the position when... I was! After much discussion, we decided to go ahead and make the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! We have been busy looking for a house (we think we'll close on one soon, so wish us luck!), packing things up, getting ready for a garage sale, all that fun stuff. It has all been -- and continues to be -- very anxiety-producing, but I'm trying to take it a step at a time and remain positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to send as many good thoughts our way as you'd like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2102100955929782939?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2102100955929782939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2102100955929782939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2102100955929782939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2102100955929782939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3468988193651179373</id><published>2008-10-29T10:18:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:33:20.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>Projects and Models</title><content type='html'>I hate to say it but Project Runway's finale was pretty boring. They booted Jerrell, which really surprised me. His stuff wasn't my favorite, but the judges always seemed to really like it. I harbor a sneaking suspicion that they just wanted a woman to win (I think all the past winners have been men) so they took Jerrell right out of the equation. I hope not. Okay, I just checked and a woman won Season 2. I must have missed that season because she doesn't even look familiar. Anyway, that makes me feel a little less suspicious, but it still seems like they were thinking it was time for a woman to win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the three (women) who showed at Fashion Week, I actually liked Korto's line the best, which I knew doomed it, because whatever I like the judges usually hate, presumably because it's not ugly enough. Whatever, Leanne's line was okay, I was over the wave thing after the first two outfits, but apparently the judges liked it. Or just hated it the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM is making less sense than usual to me. I'm sticking with Sheena as the winner because I still say they are going to want to have an ethnic girl win because last cycle's winner was a blond white girl. Of course, she was a plus-sized model, which maybe negates the whole ethnicity thing? And Marjorie and Elina are European, so maybe that qualifies as ethnic to Tyra. I don't know. Like Tyra said, you think you know ANTM, but you. don't. know. ANTM. I think she actually said the whole title, but eh. Too much to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are too into Annaleigh lately, which usually means she will not win. In the last episode, where they did commercial spots for Cover Girl, Annaleigh was totally a combination of Fiona Apple and Meg Ryan. She suddenly morphed into this little Meg Ryan, Jr. that was honestly adorable. Yo. Despite the freaky close-close-CLOSE close-up shot at the beginning. The director's big claims to fame were Nike and Converse commercials, which had me wondering how this made him qualified to do a make-up commercial (because, um, a shoe and a face are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the same thing). But that is the wild, wacky world of ANTM. As with the making of sausage and law, it's better not to know the inner workings of Tyra's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra thought Annaleigh's commercial was so good, she said it knocked her out, or something, and she fell over onto Nigel's "sexy shoulder." Jeez Louise, it is sexy, sure, Tyra, but what about the big head attached? His ego is soon going to need a table of its own. Don't make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the episode where they announce where they are taking the girls who continue on in the hopes of becoming America's Next Top Twat, er, Model. So they make a big deal of where they're going and everyone's all WHOO Amsterdam! Then Tyra gets a stern face and says 'Of course ONE of you is not going to Amsterdam. Because you SUU-UUCK!' Wow, thanks for the total buzzkill, is this actually America's Next Top Sadistic Witch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Marjorie barely stumbled through her commercial because of her freaking nerves, I'm so sick of her NERVES, they kicked off Joslyn! Who did admittedly turn in a fakey-fake commercial, but at least it was amusing and light-hearted and showed she has showmanship if nothing else -- especially since just before this she had been puking into a garbage can -- and it wasn't a sad exhibition of I'm-just-going-to-say-the-lines-really-fast-so-I-can-get-this-over-with like Marjorie's. I don't get it. Why would Tyra go out of her way to get rid of the one remaining black girl? Especially when hers wasn't the worst performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the tension between Sheena/Sam (America!) and Elina/Marjorie (Europe!) -- they think it keeps the show interesting? Note to Tyra: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ty-Ty,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It doesn't. They are all lame and uninteresting. Love, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mystery is still alive at ANTM. I really &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; know America's. Next. Top. Model. Tyra, you minx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3468988193651179373?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3468988193651179373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3468988193651179373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3468988193651179373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3468988193651179373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/10/projects-and-models.html' title='Projects and Models'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-7739521484526400195</id><published>2008-10-06T16:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:59:47.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>My Reality</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to see ANTM this week; I had Mom tape it but when I tried to play it back it kept jumping from SLP to LP.  I have no idea why or how to fix it so I didn't watch it.  Oddly enough, it stopped jumping on Project Runway which was on immediately after ANTM.  Maybe the CW was causing the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw that Clark got barred!  (Okay, I stole that, I admit it.  The whole Clark Bar thing.  It's funny.)  It's about time.  They may make a chunky girl a top model but they are not going to make a lipless freak a top model.  Not on my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  As if it matters anyway.  I noticed that one of Whitney's My Life as a Pretend Cover Girl spots had her BAKING AND EATING CUPCAKES.  As if they would ever pretend that any typical stick figure model even eats, much less cupcakes!  Or knows how to use a &lt;em&gt;spoon&lt;/em&gt;, much less an oven!  Oh whatever, I can't even get worked up about this, it's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway was pretty fun to watch.  The contestants had to make evening gowns based on nature as they found it in the New York Botanical Gardens (which, y'all, &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;, really gorgeous).  The dresses were okay, I didn't really like any of them.  Kenley showed her a** again and everyone, including the judges, commented on her attitude.  All three of the other contestants were hatin' on Kenley, poor thing.  I mean, her attitude hasn't been great, and I may have been just like them if I were there, but watching her sit by herself when they were obviously talking about her just made me feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the judges couldn't decide who should go and I was all like, let all four stay!  Because I think they've all been pretty good.  And lo, Lesli spoke and they saw that it was good.  My idea, that is.  But only three can compete at Bryant Park for some reason -- like Heidi Klum couldn't change that if she wanted?  Really? -- so they all have to make complete collections only to have one told they are out RIGHT BEFORE FASHION WEEK STARTS.  That totally sucks, but I guess the designers love creating a whole collection even if they get booted and it was a second chance for either Korto or Kenley (the bottom two), so they were pleased by that.  As was I, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for next week...  Will Kenley have a better attitude when she comes back?  Will Korto's booty be just as big? (Y'all, it's tremendous.  Not that there's anything wrong with that -- it's almost majestic.)  Will Leanne still be slumping around with limp hair and sad bangs?  Will I have figured out what actor I think Jerrell most resembles?  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-7739521484526400195?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/7739521484526400195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=7739521484526400195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7739521484526400195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7739521484526400195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-reality.html' title='My Reality'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-9024530126284363450</id><published>2008-09-18T12:57:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:47:16.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall.  The Salon Wall, That Is.</title><content type='html'>Well, ANTM gets sillier by the episode, which I didn't think was possible. The whole princess party/Miss Jay as the wicked witch/Mr. Jay as Prince Charming/Tyra "acting"... awkward. Awk-waard! Tyra has an odd way of presenting herself to the contestants -- one minute she's the best friend, then she's the den mother, then she's the show-off friend, then she's the judge/executioner. If I were one of the contestants, I would dread the day Tyra showed up in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the photo shoot was fun to watch because the photographer was Russell James, who (whom?) I really like and would love to work with in another lifetime when I'm a photographer. I don't know what happened to his reality show, The Shot, because I really enjoyed it -- hello, I watch ANTM for the photography! So I guess it didn't get the ratings. Damn you, American Public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again, the show otherwise was extremely anticlimactic for the makeover show. The only one who was upset was Elina, and I don't blame her. They weaved in this fuzzy sort of red poodle on her head. That dog was barking! Okay, I don't know what that means, but it was ugly. She got over being upset about it pretty well and lied lied LIED to the photographer and supermodel/bathing suit designer at the photo shoot and said she loves it, because she's not a complete idiot. Except for her pash on Clark, the snouted wonder. Most of the makeovers were pretty tame except they gave Clark dark brown, almost black, hair, and honestly, the only thing going for her before was her blondness. She has a look that we had a very non-PC colloquialism for when I was growing up; I can't say what it is because I may offend people, but I can hint that it has something to do with where the person looks like they live. Like her real name is Sharlena or Bambi or Brittnee or Rylee or Reba Garthetta or maybe even Sharlena Rylee Garthetta. Let's just say I don't think she's attractive and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the other girls ended up looking better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SNKfHUpcKJI/AAAAAAAAARg/yL7wmpONafk/s1600-h/brittany.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247431463990470802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SNKfHUpcKJI/AAAAAAAAARg/yL7wmpONafk/s320/brittany.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittany, who (whom?) I should just rename Bitchany, seems to think she knows everything and has the right to set up inquisitions and judge the other contestants. See that superior look? That isn't a pose. All of the other girls let her get away with it, so I guess they have Only Themselves to Blame, but... me no likee her. She was grilling Elina because Elina said she hates her mom, and was all, Does she pay the rent? Does she buy groceries? Like that's proof of a good mother. That's the bare minimum of what should be expected of someone who BROUGHT YOU INTO THE WORLD. I wish Elina had stood up to her better, she just said You should know my mom. I mean, Duh, Bitchany, do you know her mom? Do you know what her life has been like? Her mom could manage to put a roof over Elina's head and get her the minimum amount of food necessary for survival and still be a horrible person. (Of course, Elina could be an ungrateful brat, but my point is that Brittany didn't KNOW and was handing out judgments like the Recording Angel or something. Just like she wanted to rake Hannah over the coals for racism, when Hannah hadn't displayed any racism at all! Well, at least not that we saw. Well, not &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;That we saw&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anyhoodle,&lt;/em&gt; I would have pushed Isis away from me in the hot tub, too, not because of racism or any kind of -ism other than I don't like people I don't know very well drifting into me in a hot tub-ism. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was rude, if you ask me. And I think Lauren Brie pushed, too, but Hannah got all the blame. And who's whiter than Lauren Brie? She's named after &lt;em&gt;cheese&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SNKemViTR0I/AAAAAAAAARY/Y5zPhlCyhRs/s1600-h/laurenbrie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247430897293281090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SNKemViTR0I/AAAAAAAAARY/Y5zPhlCyhRs/s320/laurenbrie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? Sometimes life is good and justice is served. Brittany, aka Bitchany, aka The Pretty Girl, got the AX. Or AXE, if you prefer. Yes! Every once in a while they get one right and it makes me happy. Honestly, I didn't think she was the worst model and I don't think she had the worst picture (hello, Clark!) but she was by far the most annoying one, so good riddance. As she was leaving she said she was too bright a star to just fade away, which may or may not be true, I can't say; what I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; say is that I'm just happy she'll be shining her little superior know-it-all light elsewhere from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We got to see Nigel's wife! She does exist! She's some sort of CoverGirl spokesperson and maybe model? I don't know. She's pretty, that's for sure, but I still think Nigel wanders. I mean, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Some of the girls seem like fun, like Joslyn, Samantha, and Sheena. The others seem mostly boring, but maybe they've just been edited that way. I still say the winner will be ethnic, but it won't be Isis. Tyra will keep her around long enough to impress us all with her broad-mindedness and then BOOT. Besides, Russell James didn't know she was transgendered and said he didn't think she had the facial structure for modeling. So I think she's there more for Tyra than for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying? Aren't they all??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - As much as I hate Mr. Jay's hair -- it looks like someone spilled baby powder on it and he only had time to brush it half out and then just said To hell with it -- I still think he's good-looking. Why do so many people seem to think he's gross? And he's been much more likable the last few cycles, I think. Less orange, less strange, less hyper and mean and kiss-ass.  I still don't see why Miss Jay gets to judge and Mr. Jay doesn't, but Tyra didn't ask me what I thought. If she had, this show would be a LOT different. And honestly, probably a lot less fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-9024530126284363450?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/9024530126284363450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=9024530126284363450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9024530126284363450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9024530126284363450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mirror-mirror-on-wall-salon-wall-that.html' title='Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall.  The Salon Wall, That Is.'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SNKfHUpcKJI/AAAAAAAAARg/yL7wmpONafk/s72-c/brittany.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8479233659960597937</id><published>2008-09-11T14:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:42:49.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top... Dude? Stick Figure? Small Mammal?</title><content type='html'>So on ANTM this week, it was the usual. Charges of racism, girls freaking out, drama, drama, DRAMA. And yet boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo shoot was kind of fun to watch, and I won't make fun of any of them on that rope ladder in long dresses and high heels because I'd probably still be hanging there if I had to do it. "Jay?... um, &lt;em&gt;Mr.&lt;/em&gt; Jay?" [sound of crickets]&lt;sound&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to talk about some of the contestants because it is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first cycle in a while that has NO PLUS-SIZED GIRL. Oh, but it wasn't rigged last cycle, not at all. Instead, this cycle has a transgendered contestant and an unemployed girl and a girl who is apparently French? (I missed where she was from, partly because I can't hear her when she speaks and forget lip-reading because she tends to hide her face in her hunched-up shoulders. If you are really that shy and insecure, what possessed you to try out for a modeling competition???) and a vegan lesbian with a vaguely Middle European look. Yes? No? Whatever. She apparently has a little crush on Clark and I cannot figure out why. Clark has a SNOUT. It's a relatively pretty snout, sure, but still... snout. SNOUT. Wow, that word is beginning to lose all meaning. So, here you go... proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SMl0dbqkUGI/AAAAAAAAARI/A3bAvC5L86k/s1600-h/antm+clark.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851290040979554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SMl0dbqkUGI/AAAAAAAAARI/A3bAvC5L86k/s320/antm+clark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that picture doesn't really prove my point, but it is all I could find. I am not as techno-savvy as I'd like to be, and I can't afford all them dadgum gadgets anyhow. You're just going to have to watch the show and see for yourself (soon! I don't know how long she'll last!). You'll see; she is snout-licious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Isis is there primarily as yet another way for Tyra to seem open-minded and warm and fuzzy, but DAMN is he, urgh, sorry, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; secure! I mean, I don't think she's the sharpest knife in the drawer (and maybe that helps keep your skin thick -- if you can't understand the insult, you can't feel it) but anyway, she seems pretty secure and focused. I admire that. And she's taken pretty good pictures so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, on the other hand, poor thing. She's from ALASKA, in case you haven't heard her say that about a hundred times already. But she is from a small town and is only 18, so maybe she's as gosh-darn innocent and vulnerable as she seems. I do know that if those tough inner-city girls were ganging up on my daughter, I'd be heading straight for Tyra, nails drawn. I'm not saying she hasn't made some mistakes that have maybe hurt some of the other girls' feelings (though they don't seem hurt so much as relishing the chance to take down a vulnerable lil ole white girl), but seeing her cry made me feel for her parents. That's all. Well, that and I know she's going to go through all that for nothing, at least as far as the competition goes. I don't think she'll last very long. But hey, maybe some personal growth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kicked off Nikeysha last night, and I'm not sorry to see her go. I just didn't think much of her modeling potential. Tyra asked her what she eats and she didn't really answer. Um, what was the point of that, Tyra? "Girl, are you anorexic? Get off my show!" Whatever, it's not like they really care, &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; oh, almost &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;of the girls that have ever been on this show, except the plus girls, of course. But it was disturbing to me that in her photograph Nikeysha was wearing a bangle bracelet -- designed to fit on your forearm -- on her &lt;strong&gt;upper arm&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sure that is not uncommon in the modeling world but &lt;em&gt;yurk&lt;/em&gt;. When your elbow is bigger than your bicep, it's time to EAT A SANDWICH. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as much as I figured that the show is rigged as far as Tyra having planned which &lt;em&gt;type&lt;/em&gt; of girl she wants to win before the cycle even begins, I now think that she has decided which &lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;will win before it even begins (filming, at least) and they manipulate everything around that. Which is more disappointing to me than knowing they have decided which type they want. So, anyway, this cycle winner won't be a blond white girl, and probably won't even be a white girl. Sorry, Lauren Brie, Samantha, Clark, Marjorie, Annaleigh, McKey, Hannah, and Elina, this cycle gone be 'bout flava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't like Sheena's hood-speak or fake boobs, I do like her. So far. I think she's got a decent shot at it if she can stop hoochie-ing it up and get some class. At least the little bit that is required for ANTM. (And although I am anti-fake boobs unless it's reconstruction, she has a rockin' figure. I wonder what she looked like pre-surgery. Probably pretty rockin'. Ah well. Girls today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joslyn, who is the Louisiana girl (holla!), is unemployed and has a tendency to use a strange high-pitched voice &lt;em&gt;à la&lt;/em&gt; Chris Tucker (kind of; and I can't decide if she can help it or not), but she seems like fun. If she will get off the racist thing with Hannah. (I think they all need to just calm down. Besides, I think Hannah pushed Isis because she's a dude-but-not-really, not because she's black.) Anyway, Joslyn tried out for ANTM &lt;em&gt;thirty&lt;/em&gt; times. Yes, that's right, &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;. No wonder she's unemployed! Trying to get on ANTM &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; her job. I wonder if they accepted her just to get rid of her, you know? But she has taken some surprisingly good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that's all for now. I'm too busy worrying about Hurricane Ike to think about this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8479233659960597937?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8479233659960597937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8479233659960597937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8479233659960597937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8479233659960597937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/09/americas-next-top-dude-stick-figure.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top... Dude? Stick Figure? Small Mammal?'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SMl0dbqkUGI/AAAAAAAAARI/A3bAvC5L86k/s72-c/antm+clark.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8053964257860041755</id><published>2008-09-02T15:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:40:17.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature is a Tricky Mother</title><content type='html'>Well, Gustav came through and fortunately only brushed by us, bringing wind and rain but not much terror.  We stayed at my parents' because their house is much sturdier than our rental, and they of course lost power for about 12 hours while ours apparently STAYED ON, but whatever, I can't see the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, completely looking the gift horse that is Gustav NOT picking up the house and depositing us we-knew-not-where in the mouth for a moment, I'm griped because we took a boatload of stuff over there in case a tornado peeled off the roof of our house like the seal inside a new jar of peanut butter (YUM) and instead of being able to unpack, do laundry, pick up tree limbs and debris, maybe even EAT LUNCH, I (unexpectedly) had to come to work!  So I'm sitting at my desk twiddling my thumbs.  Metaphorically, of course.  Not being sure what constitutes actual twiddling, my thumbs are completely innocent.  They wanted you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are okay and I really am thankful for that.  Thanks to those of you who checked on us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8053964257860041755?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8053964257860041755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8053964257860041755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8053964257860041755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8053964257860041755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-nature-is-tricky-mother.html' title='Mother Nature is a Tricky Mother'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8499422555336045072</id><published>2008-08-21T16:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:31:11.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Drag Race!</title><content type='html'>Last night's episode of Project Runway had a really fun premise -- the designers were to create a look for their clients, who were all drag queens. Fun, right? Drama, outrageousness, maybe a catfight or two, no? NO. It was mostly a yawn. Chris March came in to explain the challenge to them and introduce the clients, and then he walked around and commented on their designs with Tim, but we didn't really get to see him much. And I like Chris! And did he get to be the guest judge? NO. It has to be someone famous, so of course it was RuPaul. Who was actually thoughtful and funny, so okay, but I still missed my Chris. And I insist that he was robbed of being fan favorite last season. That little fierce Christian slip of a dude, come on; must have been the gay vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. The episode was pretty good, some funny moments, and it was pretty interesting to see what each designer came up with. One funny moment was Tim telling Suede to stand his ground about his design and telling his client... and here Tim censored himself, and it was funny because, well, it's Tim. He doesn't curse. Not on Project Runway, anyway. So he was like, "You just have to say, 'You'll just have to *gesture (not obscene)* deal with it, sister' -- and I am more in love with Tim than ever. That's probably not what he said, but it was something similar in spirit and vague form, at least. I'm working from memory, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Suede had a difficult queen who asked him if he made gloves because he was too lazy to make sleeves (answer: uh, no), so he talked to him the next day and said I considered your suggestions, and I made a few changes but I don't want you to go out there and... whatever, as I said, I'm working from memory and I don't remember exactly what Suede said, but it was refreshing that he was direct and handled it in a mature and decent way and his client was all, Oh, honey, let's just drop all that and start fresh! And everything was great and they sang a song and danced a little jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, disappointingly there was no song and no jig, but they did make up and everything was great and Go Suede! For once someone on a reality show handled something in a direct and adult way. Oh, but he did sort of defuse the drama element, didn't he? Hm. Well, that's okay, that's not my favorite kind of drama anyway. I was looking for it in the outfits. And they DID disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were the best, in the judges' opinions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jEpn2clI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Oge57DKXASs/s1600-h/runway_terri_506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237091610733736530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jEpn2clI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Oge57DKXASs/s320/runway_terri_506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jLI1-lyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JeTUWwGUET4/s1600-h/runway_korto_506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237091722193704738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jLI1-lyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JeTUWwGUET4/s320/runway_korto_506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jS3rEouI/AAAAAAAAARA/Zk5yHB4Pzzk/s1600-h/runway_joe_506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237091855023514338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jS3rEouI/AAAAAAAAARA/Zk5yHB4Pzzk/s320/runway_joe_506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with them. And one of the funniest things about the episode, to me, was that the winner was the straight guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8499422555336045072?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8499422555336045072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8499422555336045072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8499422555336045072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8499422555336045072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/08/drag-race.html' title='Drag Race!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SK3jEpn2clI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Oge57DKXASs/s72-c/runway_terri_506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-7042691777490609603</id><published>2008-08-21T16:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:39:25.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Go Greek!  Or not.</title><content type='html'>When I first went to college, I went through Rush, against my inclination. After getting through all the (fake) parties and (phony) hoo-ha, they told us all not to go suicide (choosing only one sorority instead of three in order of preference) because if you don't get that choice, then you won't be in a sorority at all. (Horrors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too young and unsure to go with my gut instinct to only put one (because I only really wanted that one), so on the day of the big REVEAL (I don't remember what they actually called that day) I toddled up to the student union with all the other young hopefuls to find out who wanted me. (This was in the days before the computer, y'all. We had to actually go up to the building and look at a PAPER on a WALL. Old school, yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my second choice. Which I didn't want. So there I was, surrounded by squealing, excited, screaming, happy, and did I mention squealing? girls, absolutely gutted. I went home, disappointed, embarrassed, angry, and humiliated. You know, if I'd gone suicide, I would have gotten a call the night before the big results day and could have just stayed home and nursed my humiliation in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for that awesome experience, Greek system at LSU! You rock! No wait, remove r-o and insert s-u. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-7042691777490609603?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/7042691777490609603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=7042691777490609603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7042691777490609603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/7042691777490609603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-greek-or-not.html' title='Go Greek!  Or not.'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6011539998837306696</id><published>2008-08-01T09:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:11:31.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Pwoject Wunway</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that Heidi seems to be making more effort to pronounce her r's this season? It's a shame, really, because I loved it when she said Bwuefwy. It's endearing. I mean, look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMprvnZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Zx0DJFn5nks/s1600-h/judge_heidi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569423800138978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMprvnZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Zx0DJFn5nks/s320/judge_heidi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's after having three children! So, you know, it's nice to see something a little less than perfect. Or hear, rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the actual show... I missed the first episode, but I've watched the last two, and... Suede? It's annoying enough that he calls himself Suede, but the fact that he LITERALLY CALLS HIMSELF SUEDE is cringe-inducing. Referring to yourself in the third person is so... eighties. And it was pretentious and stupid then. Suede needs to get some other shtick because this one is old and tired. Okay, Suede? Can Suede do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Blayne... Why did he stare at Kenley and then say "I'm going to eat you" (or whatever strange thing he said)? The boy's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and the whole Holla atcha boy thing... Blayne trying to get Tim to say it (though Tim, hilariously, persisted in saying "Holler at your boy") then giggling because it was so incongruent, as if Tim looked silly... No, dear idiot, Tim rarely, if ever, looks silly. You, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Tim. I love how he stopped and said, "What?" when Blank (Blayne) said Holla atcha boy and they had to explain it to Tim, and really, to me, it served to make the slang-throwers look like the illiterate nitwits they are, and yet Tim didn't intend to insult them or anything, he just managed to (in my opinion). In the nicest way possible. He's just so darn NICE. PR will tank if Tim ever leaves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an aside, did anyone else notice how fabulous he looked walking around New York with the drove of designers? He was wearing jeans (I think) with a raincoat and still looked stylish. It didn't hurt that the designers were given ugly orange rain ponchos to wear so by comparison I might have even managed to look pretty good, but he looked good even before that. Man knows how to dress, is what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the designers should ALWAYS listen to him. When he comes around to check on them and gives them his opinion and advice, he's usually spot on. When they persist in their little ideas after he's shaken his head at it in his I'm-so-sorry-but-that-just-doesn't-cut-it way, they always get negative reviews from the judges. Usually about whatever it was that Tim didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the show structure, what is with the plethora of celebrity judges? I think PR is popular enough without them and they don't bring anything to the show. And the other judges apparently don't listen to them anyway. I mean, in the last episode, Sandra Bernhardt obviously didn't like Kenley's dress but it won anyway. I think Leanne was robbed, her dress was MUCH better. It totally benefitted from not looking like Alexis Carrington's dress just exploded on one side, or got so sick of itself that it vomited tulle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomitous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMp7jKFNeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a-erSxozlMs/s1600-h/rate_runway_kenley_503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569695333823970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMp7jKFNeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a-erSxozlMs/s320/rate_runway_kenley_503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not-vomitous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMp_rvc81I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/X3bERf2ZLTw/s1600-h/rate_runway_leanne_503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569766357529426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMp_rvc81I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/X3bERf2ZLTw/s320/rate_runway_leanne_503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kenley's dress was well-made, but I didn't get it. Mostly because the print and the style (high neckline, big shoulders) are so 80's and I detest 80's "fashion." It's odd when you consider that Kenley defines her aesthetic as 40's-50's. I'd say she missed that mark by a country mile with this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love how she has created a look for herself; she looks like Bettie Page. Except, you know, dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMouIv4u5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bgd0FgW2ciU/s1600-h/contestant_kenley.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229568365394705298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMouIv4u5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bgd0FgW2ciU/s200/contestant_kenley.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMnz9UlWlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1YmXyqvBcjo/s1600-h/bettiepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229567365894986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMnz9UlWlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1YmXyqvBcjo/s200/bettiepage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6011539998837306696?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6011539998837306696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6011539998837306696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6011539998837306696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6011539998837306696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/08/pwoject-wunway.html' title='Pwoject Wunway'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SJMprvnZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Zx0DJFn5nks/s72-c/judge_heidi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1187962996348598060</id><published>2008-07-28T12:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:12:08.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Cosmoslutitan</title><content type='html'>I just flipped through a Cosmopolitan while eating lunch, since I finished my last book and don't have a replacement yet. It is COMPLETE trash. Even more than it was when I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover alone is filled (and I mean filled, there's barely a wedge of space for Scarlett Johansson, though there's of course room for her cleavage) with the following blurbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo's Big, Juicy SEX POLL: 30,570 Dudes Tell What They're &lt;u&gt;Dying&lt;/u&gt; for You to Do in Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 New Love Truths You &lt;u&gt;Must&lt;/u&gt; Learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Eyes: Just Try This Trick, p. 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Dirty &lt;u&gt;Is&lt;/u&gt; His Mind? Filthy, to Be Exact. You'll Be Shocked... and Intrigued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Men Cheat in August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX EXTRAS: Naughty Games (Tear Out for Tonight), Hilarious Bedroom Bloopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and Scarlett is going to tell us all What She Learned About Love--and Monogamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, she's 23. &lt;strong&gt;Twenty-three&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, this is who I want to get relationship advice from -- someone who is barely able to legally buy a drink AND doesn't live in the real world by any stretch of the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and those are all the blurbs. There isn't one that isn't sex-related. Well, it is THE HOT ISSUE, so I shouldn't be surprised. But seriously... why guys cheat in August? Is it really different from why they cheat in February or October or May? I'm guessing it's not. But let's look. Oh, see, the article title is Why Guys Cheat in the &lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, it's just saying they are more likely to be unfaithful during warm-weather months. Which is all year down here, so... too bad, Southern ladies! Get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'm going to be intrigued by some loser's filthiest fantasies, but to be fair... turning to page 172... Okay, this is mostly guys talking about how they want to be able to please their girlfriends and not worry about this or that... Not filthy at all. Hm. Now I AM intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking up these articles, I noticed the Table of Contents had some articles -- well, the hot ones -- thoughtfully labeled with little Hot icons, just in case I'm too stupid to decide if an article is Hot or not. Oh, well, I guess for faithful readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even all of this did nothing to prepare me for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guy without his shirt&lt;/span&gt; feature. It implores me to Check Out This Month's Half-Naked Hunk. Huh? What magazine is this? Is this aimed at women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very strange. If this is what Helen Gurley Brown thinks is feminism, it leaves me cold. And confused. Is emulating men's worst traits the way to gain equality? I don't think so. I've always thought she had an odd idea of feminism, anyway. In the past, Cosmo included the occasional article encouraging women to take charge of their own sexuality, but most of the articles were -- and are -- still about How to Please Your Man; they're just worded a little differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid I'm in the minority on this. I think I'll go buy a cane and practice brandishing it, so I'll be ready when all the noisemongering little hooligans start throwing their new-fangled contraptions -- like Frisbees (outlandish word!) -- on my lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1187962996348598060?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1187962996348598060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1187962996348598060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1187962996348598060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1187962996348598060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/07/cosmoslutitan.html' title='Cosmoslutitan'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2539117161493281555</id><published>2008-07-16T10:04:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:09:25.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>A First!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from Bunny's first birthday party, courtesy of his Uncle Mark. We haven't uploaded ours yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking a hand over to the big cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4SBSjWLYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/djM1OxE4Bo8/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223632431165615490" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4SBSjWLYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/djM1OxE4Bo8/s200/IMG_3600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What cake? Who, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his little chocolate cake. My cautious boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4R3Kn0ttI/AAAAAAAAAOc/879XcyT6gz0/s1600-h/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223632257238218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4R3Kn0ttI/AAAAAAAAAOc/879XcyT6gz0/s200/IMG_3619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4RcW3afJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jhKRo0EHnrY/s1600-h/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223631796668365970" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4RcW3afJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jhKRo0EHnrY/s200/IMG_3626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4RC788QVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qsZIYDS1ALs/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223631359947063634" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4RC788QVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qsZIYDS1ALs/s200/IMG_3641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4PUUInmhI/AAAAAAAAANM/Fi6j5A88MYU/s1600-h/IMG_3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223629459473013266" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4PUUInmhI/AAAAAAAAANM/Fi6j5A88MYU/s200/IMG_3759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar kicks in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4PJ-4V4QI/AAAAAAAAANE/UB20zTX89ts/s1600-h/IMG_3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223629281968906498" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4PJ-4V4QI/AAAAAAAAANE/UB20zTX89ts/s200/IMG_3782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4OoYziHKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GThQI06-pjI/s1600-h/IMG_3794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223628704812506274" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4OoYziHKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GThQI06-pjI/s200/IMG_3794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoo! Balloons! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2539117161493281555?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2539117161493281555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2539117161493281555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2539117161493281555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2539117161493281555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/07/first.html' title='A First!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SH4SBSjWLYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/djM1OxE4Bo8/s72-c/IMG_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4521582745962423277</id><published>2008-06-13T12:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:32:47.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Tippity-Top Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SFKytIeeEOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WYUZCYfDIKI/s1600-h/TopChef.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211424207260225762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SFKytIeeEOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WYUZCYfDIKI/s200/TopChef.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I finally watched the TC finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm working from memory, so forgive me any lapses in detail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start with the contestants learning what their final challege is -- to create a traditional four-course meal progressing, well, traditionally: fish, chicken, red meat, dessert. They each get to choose a &lt;em&gt;sous chef&lt;/em&gt; from three world-renowned chefs: Eric Ripert, whom we've seen before, April Bloomfield, and Dan Barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheftestant with the most elimination challenge wins gets to choose first, BUT since Richard won the elimination challenge in Part 1 of the finale, he tied Stephanie, so they have to draw knives. Richard tells Stephanie to draw and her knife has the number one on it, so she gets to choose first. She chooses Eric Ripert, who seemed like a great match for Richard to me, but he's apparently kind of a demigod in the chef world, so they all probably wanted him. Richard chooses Dan Barber and Lisa gets April Bloomfield (and they seemed to get along really well, so I guess it worked to Lisa's advantage. Hmph.). They all go to the kitchen and work on the menus and prep for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Tom comes in and tells them, No &lt;em&gt;sous chefs&lt;/em&gt;, you're on your own! Y'know, I imagine these curve balls wouldn't seem quite as bad to the contestants if he didn't seem so gleeful when throwing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are their final menus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawns with Chili Basil Sauce, Crab, Potato Chips, and Pea Tendrils&lt;br /&gt;Tom Ka Soup Dumplings with Organic Chicken, Golden Threads, Toasted Chilies, and Cilantro&lt;br /&gt;Coriander and Soy Glazed Wagyu Strip Steak over Chayote and Cucumber Salad with Garlic Chips and Chili&lt;br /&gt;Black Thai Rice with Carmelized Coconut, Mango Cream, and Crispy Taro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Scallop with Mango and Pineapple Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Guinea Hen, Duck, Foie Gras, Chicken Egg with Spring Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Pork Belly with Pickled Radish and Mirin Broth&lt;br /&gt;Banana Scallop with Bacon Ice Cream and Cilantro Stem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Red Snapper Filet with Truffled White Asparagus and Clam Broth&lt;br /&gt;Seared Quail Breast with Butter Poached Lobster Ravioli and Mango&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Lamb Medallions with Maitake Mushrooms, Braised Pistachios and Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;Ricotta Pound Cake with Lime Glaze, Pineapple and Salted Banana Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really wasn't a lot of drama in this episode. I hate to say it, but it was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competence + Less Loser Screentime = Snooze-a-rama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Stephanie are not too exciting to watch, though it is interesting at times because Richard tries all kinds of whack-a-doo techniques. He's the technogeek of chefs. Loser is so self-confident it's disgusting, and she STILL has to be a witch. Stephanie is second-guessing her dessert and Loser's all, "You always say that and then you win so don't hand me that. Get some self-confidence." Then she has to say something to the camera about how a chef should be self-confident, whatever, blah blah, YUK. Shouldn't they also be something OTHER than a bitchy black cloud hovering around the kitchen? With more than four dishes that they've cooked thousands of times to present to the judges in a cooking competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really going to call them all by their correct names, because the nicknames are admittedly kind of lame, but she just brings out the worst in me. I no likee her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meal, they show various judges -- the usual suspects plus the three &lt;em&gt;sous chefs&lt;/em&gt; mentioned above, plus a few other chef-world dignitaries such as chefs, a Zagat, and... that may be all. Anyway, they all comment on the dishes and it's making me nervous because a lot of the comments are positive for Lisa. (See, I'm making an effort!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard gets thumbs up and down (bacon ice cream sounds gross even to me, a lover of bacon bacon BACON, but everyone on the show seemed to love it, so. Who knew? Well, all those chefs, obviously, but it's new to me.). Stephanie also gets some positives and negatives, and there are a few negatives for Lisa, but she's getting enough positives that I start to glisten a little. Just a little dew, not &lt;em&gt;sweat&lt;/em&gt;. After all, I'm a lady doing lady things, going about my ladylike business. (Oy! That's Little Britain alright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's over, the contestants come in, the diners applaud, Padma thanks them for a wonderful dinner, then they go back to stewage. Then... judges' table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cameramen (-people) got to try out some fancy stuff in this episode; the producers must have realized that it was a snoozer, so they said Knock yourselves out, do whatever you can to jazz up this steaming plate of Valium with a Lunesta gastrique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they did. They had some stuttering shots that used fast motion when Richard was chopping, for instance, stuff like that. Then at judges' table, they showed the judges talking, then Padma's all, "Okay, let's bring them out." Cut to the contestants walking toward judges' table down this odd little alley/street/driveway, cut back to judges waiting, back to contestants walking. Are they any closer? It's hard to tell. Back to judges, just staring, waiting. Back to contestants. Closer? Yes! Okay, back to judges, looking all stern and serious. (You can't smile at someone while you judge them? Bless your little hearts, come on down South and we'll show you how!) Back to contesta- Whoa! Hello, chefs! Here you are! They were just yards down the alley, and suddenly there they are. It's like they walked in slow motion at first then sprinted at the end, only they aren't out of breath and sweaty. It's like... magic. So, funny editing. (I told you the show was boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges go through each dish with the chefs, telling them good and bad, which the chefs all take pretty well, Lisa in her usual Tough Guy With No Chin stance. Tom surprises Stephanie, telling her that he couldn't figure out the purpose of the leeks on her quail dish, and, besides, they weren't cooked. Stephanie's mouth dropped open -- well, slightly, she's one of the most expressionless chefs I've seen on this show -- and she said, Not cooked? He said, No, they were crunchy. Apparently leeks are supposed to be soggy or something. Not being a cook, I wouldn't know. (Note to self: crunchy leeks = BAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges finish this Q&amp;amp;A (or Insult &amp;amp; Compliment or Mess With Chefs' Heads, whatever) and Padma asks if any of them have anything to say. They pause and it seems like they will all just stand or fall by their meals, when Stephanie says Dale told her on the last challenge not to second-guess herself and she did on the cake, and she's learned from it and she is top chef material (not exact words, I'm paraphrasing as best I can!). So LOS-- grr, Lisa says they kept telling her to express herself or something and so she did and she cooked herself (if only!) and that's her personality -- she's spicy! (really?) bold! (okay, yeah) sweet! (whah?) sour! (YES) -- and yada and she should be TC yada blah blah yuk. Richard says that he choked and he's done better and he, I don't know, could have done better, wishes he had, something like that, and the judges look faintly surprised but still mostly mask-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contestants head back to stewage, where Lisa promptly starts saying she thinks Stephanie (I think she was talking to Stephanie) nailed dishes one and three but she (Lisa) got two and four, so *shrug* "I don't know." No, you don't, so please SHUT THE FUDGE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges finally stop looking like frozen mannequins and discuss the contestants. It is unclear which one they've chosen. Well, of course, gotta keep the suspense going. Oh! In the meantime, Bravo has done a text poll on who should be Top Chef. The results: Stephanie 60%, Richard 36%, leaving Lisa 4%. No love for the Angry Chef. I'm surprised she got that much. It must have been friends or... No, wait. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the judges call the chefs back in and look all stern and Tom says something about how they all did a great job and the person they chose just had the best overall meal or something... oh hell, I can't remember what he said. Then he looks at Padma and she looks sad, as if it pains her to pass along the news that the next Top Chef is... Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not-Lisa relief courses through my benumbed veins! Though, really, if I hadn't been half asleep throughout the episode, I would have realized it wouldn't be Lisa. They showed too many positive comments for her, which usually means Not the Winner. They try so hard on reality competition shows to not telegraph the winner that they usually end up doing just that. It seemed like the judges really weren't too enthused with Richard's dishes this time, like they just weren't feeling Richard. The vibe was not going his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they wanted a woman to win? Maybe. I hate to think that may be at least partly why Stephanie won (though they are all, of course, toeing the party line that Of course that's not why she won!). The other guests did seem to really like her dishes as well, not just the judges, so I think she deserved it. So... sisterhood! Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4521582745962423277?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4521582745962423277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4521582745962423277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4521582745962423277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4521582745962423277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/06/tippity-top-chef.html' title='Tippity-Top Chef'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SFKytIeeEOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WYUZCYfDIKI/s72-c/TopChef.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5341600303859380835</id><published>2008-06-12T08:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:28:43.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Placeholder</title><content type='html'>I taped Top Chef last night and haven't had a chance to watch it, so I won't be posting on it yet. I was going to go ahead and watch it last night because Bunny went to sleep earlier than I expected, but then I was unaccountably sleepy so I just read my book instead. And maybe went to sleep kind of early. Maybe. And only kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5341600303859380835?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5341600303859380835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5341600303859380835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5341600303859380835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5341600303859380835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/06/placeholder.html' title='Placeholder'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3931534700079072801</id><published>2008-06-05T07:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:40:28.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>The Other White Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEf8iiPimUI/AAAAAAAAAME/D1d8QgeKBCw/s1600-h/TopChef.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208409164315007298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEf8iiPimUI/AAAAAAAAAME/D1d8QgeKBCw/s200/TopChef.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my hell. In last night's episode, part 1 of 2 of the finale, the contestants were in Puerto Rico. (Where I totally want to go now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quickfire challenge, they had to use plantains to impress Padma and the guest judge, Wilo Benet. (Apparently pronounced Willow, which made me miss Buffy all over again.) The contestants all start working and bring out their dishes to the judges. Antonia and Richard don't fare so well, Stephanie and Loser do well with Stephanie FTW. It seems to me that Loser practiced cooking Puerto Rican food during the break, and I have to say, if so, that was pretty smart. The others don't mention anything like that, though they could have, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Loser now looks totally like a guy with her new butch haircut, but it is still a vast improvement over the greasy straggles hanging over the bandana we were treated to before. BUT she keeps wearing tank tops and shlumpy long shorts (board shorts? too-short capris? who knows?) and it is NOT the look for her. Maybe she's become a reality show contestant junkie and is angling for a spot on What Not to Wear. All I know for sure is that I now have to start calling her Lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elimination challenge is to cook three dishes from an ENTIRE PIG for a party of VIPs. So they have to butcher poor Babe and create three dishes for the glitterati party; no pressure! But (of course) they'll have help! Out come Dale, Andrew, Spike, and Nikki. I have to wonder why the same losers keep showing up -- do they just use the most recently eliminated? Okay, I just checked and apparently that's it. So I suppose, in theory, that means they are getting the strongest chefs from that season as assistants. Unless by some fluke someone stays way past their due date (I'm looking at you, Spike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's advantage from her quickfire win is not only to choose her assistant, but to ASSIGN all the assistants to chefs. Lumpy is already bitching to the camera about how she doesn't get along with Dale, or Andrew, or... Really, does she get along with anyone? I bet she argues with herself. Stephanie says she doesn't want conflict in the kitchen, so she takes Douche (who I would have chosen just because I think he's the best chef in that bunch, but apparently she's also known him for ten years) and assigns Spite to Richard, Tiny Pasta Dancer to Antonia, and Crazy to Lumpy. Lumpy is -- drumroll, please! -- not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;sous chefs&lt;/em&gt; run off to the market to get fresh stuff for the chefs, while the chefs start carving their individual Babes. (&lt;em&gt;Note to self:&lt;/em&gt; NEVER be a chef.) I much prefer my meat to be completely unindentifiable as the animal it once was. So. Crazy can't speak Spanish so he's struggling at the market, but Spite apparently knows some, we only hear Douche say &lt;em&gt;Gracias&lt;/em&gt;, and we don't hear TPD say anything at all in Spanish, but those three seem to do fine. Back in the kitchen, the chefs have been carving and separating and butchering, but mercifully they don't show too much of it. By "it" I mean gross parts of the poor pigs. The &lt;em&gt;sous chefs&lt;/em&gt; come back and everyone moves along. Stephanie and Douche seem to really be grooving along, and I have high hopes because they are both talented. Everyone wraps up and crams their stuff into the inadequate refrigerator space and leave for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut to:&lt;/em&gt; Camera focus on rubbed pork belly, left out by DOUCHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in the next day and Stephanie discovers the Douche's bonehead mistake. She is completely calm and starts thinking about what else she can do. Douche apologizes and she says shortly, "That's okay." Wow. I was impressed. There is NO WAY I wouldn't have lost my temper. And can you imagine what paroxyms of rage Lumpy would have flown into? Actually, I kind of wish we'd seen that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut to:&lt;/em&gt; Douche the Homeboy says to the camera that if this makes her lose, he would never forgive himself. Well, I think he really meant it, it looked like he was about to cry in one shot. In another, he had on douchey shades and was acting all Homeboy Down the Kitchen, Yo. STOP BEING SUCH A DAMN DOUCHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kitchen, where Stephanie and Douche have come up with something else. And this is where I think the truly talented chefs show their mettle -- being able to come up with something else quickly enough to fit it in when your original plans fall to pieces. And not &lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt; like me throwing some rice-in-a-bag on to boil because the potatoes fell on the floor or something, but &lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt; good enough to win a cooking competition. Somehow I think Lumpy would NOT have been able to do that. So I think they need to add a challenge like that toward the end of a season when they've already (presumably) weeded out the total washouts. Ahem, producers? Could you get on that, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they all move on. Lumpy is being her usual sunny self, spreading doom and gloom wherever she goes. Everyone is so over her. Poor Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut to:&lt;/em&gt; PARTY! The chefs are at their stations, finishing dishes, making things, lalala. We see various comments by the judges and some of the people at the party, but of course they don't make it extremely clear what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut to:&lt;/em&gt; Judges' table. Padma goes and calls Richard and Stephanie. She's all solemn, as if we don't all know that means those two did the best. All season the first ones called have been the favorites. Maybe TC wants to shake it up a little next season, producers? (I'm going to have to start asking for a consultant's fee. No more free tips!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pattern remains unchanged and Richard and Stephanie are the favorites! And the winner is... Richard! And his prize is... a brand new car! Yes, a car. No, this is not the Price is Right. Richard was understandably taken aback. (It was a 2009 Toyota Corolla, so, nice, but still... weird, right? Next thing you know we'll have car commercials featuring chef montages &lt;em&gt;à la&lt;/em&gt; American Idol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners now have to send the losers out. The judges go through why they are the losers -- at least two of Lumpy's dishes have problems, if not all three, and Antonia's peas were undercooked. Plus she put all three dishes on the same plate -- &lt;em&gt;gasp!&lt;/em&gt; The judges were apparently stymied by this. "If they're on the same plate, I can't distinguish them. I can't taste the difference." What? Seriously, WHAT? Just putting them on the same plate somehow completely confounded your taste buds? If all three of her dishes tasted that similar to one another, don't you think, really, that you would have still realized it even if she had served each one on a separate plate? Really? It's like they all suddenly came down with Homer Simpson's brain: "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me, but let's do this thing. Other people had bits of stuff on different plates and she just handed us a single plate with a lot of stuff on it. Is it all the same, just more? Are these different items of... eating stuff? Is this, whatchamacallit... food? Am I eating?" D'oh, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they hear the losers out, send them away, deliberate in a strangely retarded way (see plate discussion above), then call the losers back. Lumpy's double chin is in evidence as usual, along with her buttonhole mouth and narrowed eyes, but it's not as pronounced as usual. Either she's watched earlier footage or she's been reading blogs because it wasn't as bad as it used to be. Antonia just looks normal, a little apprehensive. The judges berate them again, then Padma pauses dramatically and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonia, please pack your knives and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTONIA!! Why does past performance not matter to these people?! Arrrrrgggghhhh!! I can't believe Lumpy is still there! Antonia thanks the judges and shakes all of their hands and Lumpy smirks at them and says, "You won't be sorry." Well, they'll be the only ones. The losers go back and Antonia tells the winners she is outie. They are understandably shocked. They hug her and she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three sit there for a moment, then Lumpy says, "I know you didn't want Antonia to go, but it would be nice for you to tell me congratulations." Oh, YES SHE DID. She is the most uncouth, clueless, ridiculous person I've seen on a reality show in a while. Mostly because the current ANTM cycle is over, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie just looks at her then shakes her head a little and says, "Congratulations." Richard mumbles his congratulations, then cut to him saying to the camera, "You won the bronze medal. Congratulations." He's usually pretty milquetoast, so that was kind of harsh for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel better, Lumpy? There's nothing like grudging congratulations for warming the cockles of the ol' heart, is there? She then proceeds to say, "I know you liked Antonia, but it feels like you think the wrong one went home." Well, DUH. The WHOLE WORLD thinks the wrong one went home, dear Lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Stephanie and Richard are thinking "How did we end up slumming it with this angry weirdo?" but they don't show it. They must be itching to beat her. It makes the competition seem a little meaningless. You know, like if they let every child "win" a race, it means nothing to have come in first. It denigrates the whole competition by making it not a competition at all, so what's the point? I know they still win something here, but I think it must be less fun and pride-inducing to beat Lumpy than Antonia or Douche. I still can't believe that no matter what else, she is now THIRD PLACE for the competition. Antonia and Douche must be so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Top Chef ought to be ashamed. To let her get this far when there were other more talented chefs is just a joke. It makes the competition look lame. And it hadn't seemed lame to me before. It's a sad day when Top Chef disillusions you almost as much as ANTM makes you feel dirty and used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3931534700079072801?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3931534700079072801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3931534700079072801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3931534700079072801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3931534700079072801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-white-meat.html' title='The Other White Meat'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEf8iiPimUI/AAAAAAAAAME/D1d8QgeKBCw/s72-c/TopChef.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6266813868187966478</id><published>2008-06-04T10:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:39:48.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Random Samples</title><content type='html'>Bunny is moving into 18-month clothes (What's that? Oh, he's not quite a year old, thank you for asking!) and it's making me sad. I used to have to fold his onesies in half down the middle because they were too small to fold like I do our shirts, which is to hold the shirt up facing me, fold the sleeves in behind the shirt, then fold the bottom up behind the top (I really hope that makes sense). But now, the 18-month clothes? I CAN FOLD THEM LIKE OURS. He's getting big! I mean, I'm happy he's growing and all that but... he's already not looking like so much of a baby anymore. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that he is cruising (walking while holding onto something) all over the place now? And tries to stand up when he's crawling? And he now has SIX teeth?! *&lt;strong&gt;SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was thinking about Top Chef; the fact that there are three women to one man heading into the finale indicates that they are finagling for a woman to win this season. Well, that's great, I would love a woman to win, but I don't want a woman to win just because they think it's time one did. She should win because she's the best chef, not because she has ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they did this on purpose, and got rid of most of the men, especially Douchey Dale, to stack the odds in favor of women, that's just... gross. If they were deliberately looking for reasons to send men home, Richard must have survived either because they needed to keep one man on so the PC pabulum wouldn't be quite so obvious as it went down our virtual throats, or because they just couldn't scrounge up a reason to send him home, or both. Meaning they would have had to pull something out of their... hats to get rid of him and it would have been completely transparent. And we're talking Top Chef here, not ANTM. You know, subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the sad acceptance of ANTM being completely rigged; if you were paying attention, it was pretty apparent even by the second cycle, but now... painfully obvious. I don't like that, but since I primarily watch it for the photography and it doesn't seem to matter, anyway -- it's not like the winners go on to become the next Cindy Crawford or Heidi Klum -- I've let it go. But if Top Chef is going to descend down the rocky and treacherous path to the Level Playing Field of Mediocrity, well, let's just say I'll pack MY knives and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6266813868187966478?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6266813868187966478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6266813868187966478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6266813868187966478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6266813868187966478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-samples.html' title='Random Samples'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-965595972473613358</id><published>2008-05-30T09:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:07:03.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Meat the Chefs</title><content type='html'>No? What's at Steak? Steak Your Claim? High Steaks? A Lot at Steak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEAim3qYrxI/AAAAAAAAALc/9--cTYBZmY4/s1600-h/TopChef.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206199220412395282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEAim3qYrxI/AAAAAAAAALc/9--cTYBZmY4/s200/TopChef.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. Sorry this is a little delayed, but I had computer problems yesterday and then this stupid thing called &lt;em&gt;work &lt;/em&gt;sort of interfered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week on Top Chef, the judges FINALLY cut the Sultan of Smarm, the King of Kiss-Ass, the Monarch of Mean-Spiritedness… yes, finally, SPIKE. It was about time he or Lisa went, and it was a close call between the two. I’m not okay with Loser Lisa staying, but I’m more than okay with Spike going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe Loser made it to the final four! It’s a travesty that Dale isn’t there; I wonder if Tom was mad when he heard what the stupid guest judges did last week. I still can’t believe Bourdain was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I won’t go into that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the cheftestants had to butcher and grill tomahawk chops for the Quickfire. I missed the beginning of the show, so I don’t know what exactly happened as they prepared for this challenge, but Antonia, Loser, and Spike did well, and Spike actually won. Gag. Anyway, the Elimination Challenge was for each chef to create an appetizer and entrée to be served at Rick Tramonto’s restaurant. (He was the guest judge this week.) They had to use ingredients found in his kitchen and they had, I believe, three hours to prepare their dishes and each had his or her own workstation to prepare their dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike’s advantage for winning the Quickfire was to choose his proteins – in five minutes – for each dish (appetizer and entrée), and no one else could use what he chose. So he went into the cooler and poked around and decided to use the tomahawk chops for his entrée and scallops for his appetizer. The scallops were frozen and practically every other chef told the camera they were glad he had chosen them, because they wouldn’t have wanted them anyway. So as usual, bonehead Spike completely wasted his advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others chose their ingredients and everyone got started. They had to cook dishes for guests at the restaurant as well as judges Rick Tramonto, Padma, Gail, and Tom, and the VIP guests – the winners of the first three seasons of Top Chef: Harold Dieterle, Ilan Hall, and Hung Huynh. What they showed of those previous winners was actually pretty positive; they seemed to be judging dishes fairly and not trying to be overly critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we saw of the comments of the judges as they ate was, as near as I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appetizer: Warm Mushroom and Artichoke Salad, Poached Egg, Bacon Vinaigrette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egg poached perfectly, but salad limp (the word &lt;/em&gt;soggy&lt;em&gt; may have actually been bandied about)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrée: Bone-In Ribeye, Roasted Fennel, &amp;amp; Cipollini Onions, Shallot &amp;amp; Potato Gratin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very good, well-rounded entrée, perfect for a steakhouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appetizer: Grilled &amp;amp; Chilled Shrimp, Confit Lemon Zest Salad with Baby Tomatoes &amp;amp; Crustini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shrimp shouldn’t have been chilled, but lemon was great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrée: NY Strip Steak, Spicy Apple Caramel Sauce, Peanut Butter Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprisingly, they liked the mashed potatoes, though it sounds gross (apparently there’s just a hint of peanut butter in them), but the steak was - you guessed it -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;under-seasoned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appetizer: Hamanchi, Crispy Sweetbreads, Radish &amp;amp; Yuzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect, delicious; Rick Tramonto said he would put it on his menu in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrée: Prime Beef Filet, Potato Puree, Turnips &amp;amp; Red Wine with Pickled Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty good, I think; I can’t remember much about what they said here. I know that, at judges' table, Tom said the meat wasn't cooked consistently, but he didn't eat with the other judges in the restaurant, he acted as Expediter for the cheftestants instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appetizer: Pan Seared Scallops on a Bed of Roasted Hearts of Palm &amp;amp; Oyster Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not good. Scallops not good, hearts of palm apparently didn’t seem fresh either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrée: Tomahawk Chop, Sweet Potato Puree, Blanched Brussels Sprouts &amp;amp; Cipollini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t remember what they said here except that it seemed like he had added honey to the sweet potato puree and it was way too sweet. Well, yeah, I guess if you add something sweet to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; potatoes, it would be too sweet. Who would do that?? Oh, yeah, Spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appetizer: Veal Sweetbreads with Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Sauce of Golden Raisins &amp;amp; Pine Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very good; the only negative comment was from one of the past winners of Top Chef (I think Harold, who is so awkward and prissy and kind of mean); he said he would have liked the pine nuts roasted, but otherwise it was great. Everyone agreed it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrée: Beef Tenderloin with Salsify Puree, Wild Mushrooms &amp;amp; Apple Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t remember comments except they all liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m sorry, I know I should really tape the thing so I can review it before I write this, but who has the time?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to judges’ table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called all of the chefs in, since they’re down to only five, and began their critique of each cheftestant's dishes. When they told Spike they didn’t like the scallops and he shouldn’t have used them – Tom was really blunt about it, said he shouldn’t have used frozen scallops, period – they said it’s part of the chef’s responsibility to make sure he doesn’t use inferior ingredients, and shouldn’t even accept delivery of something inferior, and Spike shot back, “Well, it was in your walk-in. If it was inferior it shouldn’t have been in your walk-in.” Rick Tramonto said, basically, “Fair enough. I’ll take that, but you have to take this: you shouldn’t have used them.” Spike finally had the sense to shut up. When they were asked to leave so the judges could discuss, Spike went to Rick Tramonto and shook his hand (he’s big on shaking hands, even when he shouldn’t*) and said it was an honor, blah blah, backside smoochy smooch. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When he was sorting his sad scallops, Tom walked up to do his usual pre-challenge chat/mind games and Spike reached out to shake his hand, glove and scallop juice and all, and then went RIGHT BACK to touching the scallops. Doesn't anyone on this show believe in hygiene??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the storage/stewing room (stewage!), Spike said he had no idea where that comment to Rick Tramonto came from and he couldn’t believe he said it. Well, here's what I think, Spike: you're an asshat, that's where it came from. Either he just lost his temper and blurted it out, or he thought he was going to get cut anyway so he made a comment like that so he could blame his elimination on that rather than poor cooking choices (or just plain poor cooking). I’m not sure he’s clever enough or humble enough for the latter, though, so I’m guessing he just lost his temper. Wow, what a puzzle, what a complicated guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the judges discussed the chefs and it was clear right away that Antonia, Richard, and Stephanie were safe. Finally, sense reigns! They zeroed in on Loser and Spike. And here is the first time that I’ve been disappointed in Padma: she said that Loser “has an amazing palate” but just didn’t move out of her comfort zone or something inane like that, and Tom disagreed. Thank you, Tom! What amazing palate? They’ve said time after time that her food is under-seasoned, and last week she couldn’t tell her dish was too smoky until Dale told her it was and she still couldn’t fix it! (Alas, poor Dale!) Anyway, Padma, what were you thinking? Did you have too much wine with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, they called the chefs back in and proceeded to tell Richard that his appetizer was their favorite appetizer and he was safe. Then they told Antonia that her entrée was their favorite entrée and she was safe. Then they told Stephanie that they liked her dishes and she was the WINNER! So those three were all relieved and excited and had to leave the room. (Ha ha – they were asked to by the judges.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges then proceeded to tell Loser she had been on the chopping block FIVE times, and Spike he had been on it SEVEN times. This, of course, begs the question of WHY one of them will be in the final four? And was Dale on the chopping block before last week? If so, it was maybe once. And have either of these losers won an elimination challenge? Okay, yes, Loser has won one; Spike has won ZERO. Dale won TWO. And it’s interesting that their track records suddenly seem to matter, when the judges obviously didn’t care about that last week! Okay, okay, enough about Dale. I wasn’t a fan of his personality, by the way, just his talent. I hate unfairness so his untimely elimination really rankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally told Spike to pack his knives and go and he took it pretty well. I would have been equally happy with either of them leaving and was really wishing the judges would throw convention to the wind and say BOTH of you pack your knives and skeeeedaddle! Wishful thinking. Ole Moana Lisa is still with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next week:&lt;/em&gt; FINALE! I’m assuming Loser will get cut pretty quickly, despite her new manly, yet much more attractive - and apparently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;washed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hairdo. If she doesn't, I’ll be irate about that for a while. (But at least I’ll have moved on from the Great Dale Debacle of 2008!) Between the other three, it’s anyone’s game. I thought Stephanie was really strong for a while, then Antonia was doing well and Stephanie faltered, and now Stephanie has stepped up, so who knows? I still think Richard should be in the top two (if they go down to two, which I think they do; my memory is almost nonexistent these days), but I would be happy with any one of those three winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-965595972473613358?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/965595972473613358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=965595972473613358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/965595972473613358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/965595972473613358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/meat-chefs.html' title='Meat the Chefs'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SEAim3qYrxI/AAAAAAAAALc/9--cTYBZmY4/s72-c/TopChef.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8018440375974637713</id><published>2008-05-28T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:12:21.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><title type='text'>Scarlett Fever</title><content type='html'>You know how, usually, when an actor comes out with an album you think, "Vanity project!" with a sniff of disdain and a dismissive shrug? Well, now Scarlett Johansson has come out with an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SD1nt3qYrwI/AAAAAAAAALU/J7XTYfKAfDY/s1600-h/scarlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205430782043664130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SD1nt3qYrwI/AAAAAAAAALU/J7XTYfKAfDY/s320/scarlett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. TOTAL vanity project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmzUOvgNYVw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmzUOvgNYVw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if she can sing or not, I just know that she doesn't in this song. And what is the video about, exactly? How tiring and depressing it is to be a gorgeous millionaire movie star at the ripe old age of 23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... people wanting to know you, wanting to be you, doing your makeup for you, catering to your every whim, even producing an album for you though you clearly can't sing... Rough. And getting engaged to a hunky celebrity who seems like he may actually also be a nice guy... Double whammy. I guess it's tough to be 23 and on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be depressed because she knows it's all downhill from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8018440375974637713?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8018440375974637713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8018440375974637713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8018440375974637713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8018440375974637713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/scarlett-fever.html' title='Scarlett Fever'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SD1nt3qYrwI/AAAAAAAAALU/J7XTYfKAfDY/s72-c/scarlett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6691513626722185749</id><published>2008-05-27T16:10:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:38:55.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDx_LnqYruI/AAAAAAAAALE/TgZf9CB7r50/s1600-h/brooks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205175106935500514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDx_LnqYruI/AAAAAAAAALE/TgZf9CB7r50/s320/brooks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, my nephew graduated from high school. Nothing makes you feel older than seeing kids you remember as teeny babies -- remember like it was yesterday, mind -- walking across a stage receiving a diploma. Two years ago it was his sister. Thanks, guys, for really bringing home the message, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're old!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And isn't that a cool picture? He was pretty far away from us, on the football field, and he's looking straight at the camera.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6691513626722185749?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6691513626722185749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6691513626722185749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6691513626722185749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6691513626722185749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-thursday-my-nephew-brooks-graduated.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDx_LnqYruI/AAAAAAAAALE/TgZf9CB7r50/s72-c/brooks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6253257416190111482</id><published>2008-05-23T11:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:15:24.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDbtmnqYrnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i851mFJ5kaE/s1600-h/i-can-do-anything.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607667210759794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDbtmnqYrnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i851mFJ5kaE/s320/i-can-do-anything.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;marriedtothesea.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDbtv3qYroI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NW8WE0TsMHc/s1600-h/my-degree.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607826124549762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDbtv3qYroI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NW8WE0TsMHc/s320/my-degree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;marriedtothesea.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6253257416190111482?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6253257416190111482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6253257416190111482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6253257416190111482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6253257416190111482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriedtothesea.html' title='Friday Funnies'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDbtmnqYrnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i851mFJ5kaE/s72-c/i-can-do-anything.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1356053553788087654</id><published>2008-05-22T08:40:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:07:27.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Top Whaaaah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDV3z3qYrlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n8BSjTtxp0Q/s1600-h/TopChef.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203196677495238226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDV3z3qYrlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n8BSjTtxp0Q/s200/TopChef.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last night's episode, the chefestants got woken up at 5:45 am by a surprise visit from Tom. Wow, what a fun way to wake up! Not only a strange man's voice saying, "Hey! Wake up!" but a strange man who gets to JUDGE you, gets to decide your FATE for you. Nice.  (Not that Tom is a strange man, necessarily; you know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they straggled down to the kitchen and Tom told them their quickfire challenge was to go to Lou Mitchell's, a very busy Chicago breakfast landmark, to work the short-order egg station. They each had to work it for a set time and the winner would be the person the owner of the restaurant would hire. It was over quickly, we didn't see much of each chef, but it was enough to make me NEVER want to be a short-order cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a tough decision between Dale and Antonia, Antonia prevailed. Go, Antonia! Whatever, I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chefs then went to meet Padma for a description of the elimination challenge. Restaurant wars! Antonia's prize for winning the quickfire was to choose her team. She chose her team members from the Wedding Wars challenge, Stephanie and Richard. Well, duh. The only other decent chef is Dale, and working with him seems to be like working with a hungover porcupine. Oh, hell, that's an insult to porcupines. Sorry, little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams got busy planning their restaurant themes and menus and buying ingredients and decorations. Team Winner (I'm just assuming) went with Warehouse Kitchen, a gastro-pub theme, and Team Loser (even if they, by some miracle, won the challenge, still... losers) went with a – &lt;em&gt;surprise!&lt;/em&gt; – Asian-themed restaurant, Mai Buddha. Tom was absent for this challenge, so he was replaced by &lt;strong&gt;da da dum&lt;/strong&gt;... Anthony Bourdain. Who would totally freak me out. Tom doesn't pull punches, but Bourdain, I don't know, can really put people down. Way down. To China from North America down. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Antonia (naming each team after its executive chef) moved along at a nice clip, calm, organized, pleasant, professional. Stephanie handled the front because she's opened her own restaurant before; she also created two dishes. I was a little unclear on how she managed this since she was out front, but I don't know how much she did before she had to go out there. Oh yeah, each team got to choose help from past contestants and TA chose Nikki to help them with the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Dale chose Jen to help them. (Poor Mark and Andrew didn't get chosen.) Spike handled the front for their team, presumably so he wouldn't be the one to go down in flames if they ended up losing. I'm so sick of wiliness – wow, that looks wrong but I checked and it's actually right – helping these people move along. It's supposed to be Top Chef, am I right? Not Top Manipulator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Dale had problems from the start. Dale put a rotten avocado in his Halo Halo and had to try to fix it, so he was in a bad mood right away. Then Lisa couldn't get her laksa right, Dale kept telling her it was too smoky, Spike said it was sour (?), and she just couldn't seem to figure out how to correct it. Since she didn't seem able to tell anything was wrong with it until they told her, I don't know why they thought she would be able to fix it. That's it, I'm just calling her Loser from now on. Does she even have taste buds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser was also in charge of a dessert – mango sticky rice – and she couldn't get the rice sticky! Now, I'm no chef but I know that one rice gets sticky while the other doesn't – I think short-grain gets sticky and long-grain doesn't, but don't quote me. I told you I don't cook. But even I at least know there's a difference. And she's supposed to be a CHEF! Ugh, she infuriates me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Spike took credit for braised short ribs but, as it turned out later, it was just his recipe and Dale actually cooked them. I think Dale should have gotten credit for them if they turned out well, but I'm not sure he did. Dale also created butterscotch miso scallops with spicy eggplant and pickled long beans for one of the main dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Dale and Loser spent most of their time in the kitchen arguing and cursing and Spike either avoided them or egged them on, depending on his mood. It was about as pleasant as you would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, dinnertime was over and the judges – substitute head judge Anthony Bourdain, guest judge José Andrés, Ted Allen, and Padma – went back to the judges' table. The results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Antonia won, naturally. Their dishes were well-received by the judges and the other diners. The judges particularly liked the fresh linguine and clams with sausage and horseradish creme fraiche, and the gorgonzola cheesecake with sweet potato puree and concord grape sauce. Both of those dishes were... Stephanie's! So she won the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised because, like I said, I don't see how she did those dishes if she was out front. Did she prepare them early? Did she just provide the recipes and the others did the actual work? I know Nikki helped with the pasta; did she get credit? Also, Nikki told them there was grit in the clams and Antonia tasted them and said there was, and Richard rinsed them again, so it seems like maybe he actually cooked the dish? I don't know, it wasn't clear to me. It doesn't seem like she should have won if she didn't actually cook them, but I like her okay, so it didn't really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Team Dale, the clear losers in so many ways. Spike again did his best to distance himself from the fray, saying the lack of teamwork was a problem between "those guys." The judges mentioned later that he was smart to do that; maybe, but smart in a sneaky, cunning way, not really intelligent and certainly not honorable or decent. They slammed Dale and Loser for the lack of teamwork, especially Dale as the executive chef, but didn't say anything negative about Spike's uninvolvement – BY DEFINITION a COMPLETE lack of teamwork. I'm so sick of him and his slick smarminess. I can't understand why it works for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, the judges hated the laksa because... all they could taste was smoke. Imagine that. Loser actually stepped up and took the blame for the laksa. Dale said, "I don't know laksa, I trusted these guys" and Spike said, "Well, it wasn't like any laksa I've done," both completely leaving Loser flapping in the breeze. Which was kind of yucky, but it since was her dish, and they tried to tell her how to correct it, it was understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Spike wanted to take credit for the braised short ribs and Dale stepped in and said he cooked them, it was just Spike's recipe. I don't blame him, I'd want credit if I'd done the work. Especially with Spike trying to slide out of all responsibility and yet take credit if it looked like the judges were about to say something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale took credit for the butterscotch disaster and I think was surprised that the judges hated it. HATED it. Anthony Bourdain and José Andrés absolutely excoriated it. They almost gagged. That's pretty bad, given that Anthony Bourdain will apparently eat just about anything, and like most of it. It was also very interesting because Dale had been doing so well before this serious misstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they said about his dessert, the Halo Halo. I know they said something at the dinner table about it being a good idea or interesting or something, but I don't remember if they liked it or just the &lt;em&gt;idea&lt;/em&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also didn't like the mango sticky rice and here Loser tried to shove responsibility off onto Dale by saying he told her what rice to use and it wasn't a rice she was familiar with. He said, "I did not tell you to grab that rice!" Loser looked at Spike to back her up and he just shrugged and said, "I don't know." Way to help the team, Spike ol' buddy ol' pal! Oh well, maybe he really didn't know. And I don't know who was right about the rice issue, but I have to ask WHY would Loser use a rice she wasn't familiar with? That makes her not only a loser but also a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the judges asked them to leave and take their squabbling with them (they didn't actually &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; that, but they were thinking it). They apparently only considered booting Spike off briefly, though, in my opinion, he deserved it for not taking enough actual CHEF responsibilities. He needs to get called on his chickensh*t scheming ways. Can you tell I'm sick of him? And his straggly almost-there facial shrubbery – no, not even shrubbery, just weedy growth. And his hats. And his icky voice and manner. And his teeth. Ugh. I need to go take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's better. Now the real debate – Dale or Loser? The judges were being hard on Dale because he was the executive chef but I think that's a completely specious argument. Here's why. I presume that in a real kitchen, the executive chef has some actual authority. Maybe not to fire employees (unless he also owns the restaurant) but at least to relegate one to chopping onions, if the EC decides the person has offended him. (For simplicity, I'm going with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; since I'm mostly talking about Dale here.) Obviously I don't know much about how kitchens actually run (beyond what reading &lt;em&gt;Kitchen Confidential&lt;/em&gt; taught me a few years ago), but I'm guessing something like this actually goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that, how is the executive chef position in these challenges at all similar? They have no actual power over these people, and they all know it. The judges chastised Dale for not controlling his team and his kitchen, but I ask you, and would love to ask them, how much control can he actually have? He can't fire Loser, he can't even take over her dish, can he? I guess he could have taken it over and tried to fix it and then the judges would have been told that she couldn't even finish a dish and he had to try to salvage it. But then he would sink with her if it still wasn't any good. That's so not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that in a real kitchen, the restaurant is only as good as its weakest dish, so the executive chef has to be sure that everything going out to customers is as good as he thinks it should be, but in that case, he also has much more authority and control over the kitchen. Here the position is largely spurious and just means the chef has put himself on the chopping block. I think they should get some credit for stepping up and trying to take on the thankless extra responsibility, but they don't. They just get slammed for it. I really hate that about this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think they should take past performance into consideration. Who in real life would get fired for one mistake? I mean, unless you did something actually illegal or cost the company millions of dollars through sheer stupidity. Most of the time you get a little break, especially if you have a good track record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see where this diatribe is heading. They cut Dale. DALE! He was definitely a prickly pear and difficult to work with, but he also had talent. Despite his mistakes this time. So these judges, in all their infinite wisdom, kicked off the only talented chef that the losing team had on it. Way to go, judges! Right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should definitely have been Loser. She should have been kicked off a looong time ago. If I have to hear her whining and complaining past the next episode (unless Spike is the one to go next time), I'm going to cut a ...something. Probably just my palms with my nails. But still. It will hurt and I don't like pain. So, judges, help a loyal viewer out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so aggravated by this episode. I wonder if the verdict would have been different had Tom been there instead of Bourdain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top four should have been Antonia, Dale, Richard, and Stephanie. Top three should now be Antonia, Richard, and Stephanie. Top two should be Antonia and Richard, with Richard FTW. Although it would be nice for a woman to win; Richard, despite his pink shoes, just doesn't qualify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1356053553788087654?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1356053553788087654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1356053553788087654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1356053553788087654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1356053553788087654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-whaaaah.html' title='Top Whaaaah?'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SDV3z3qYrlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n8BSjTtxp0Q/s72-c/TopChef.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3478700107627820726</id><published>2008-05-19T09:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:16:00.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>Oh, Come On</title><content type='html'>I missed the ANTM finale again last night, so I made Andrew check to see if they were going to air it again. He said he didn't see it if they were, but they are going to rerun the entire cycle soon. So he asked if I wanted to know who won and I said, I guess so. He said, Who do you think didn't win? I said, Whitney. He said, Yeah, she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is so totally rigged. They just want to seem PC, like they aren't causing anorexia and bulimia and drug abuse and God only knows what else, so they leaped on the first "plus-size" girl who was as close to being as thin as the others as possible without actually slipping out of the plus category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not upset, I liked Whitney, though she was a little fake. She's pretty and I like that she is normal-sized, though I hate that means she's considered a plus-sized model. I don't mean normal, as in Americans have gotten so fat that now Whitney is considered normal. I mean, Whitney is normal, Americans are generally MUCH fatter than that, and the other girls are like sticks and probably don't eat. Of course, some girls are naturally that thin when they are that young. God knows I was. Well, I don't know; I don't think you could see my entire rib cage from the BACK. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recap, obs, since I didn't see it, but I hope to catch it when they rerun this cycle. I probably won't watch the episodes again because I really did find the show -- and Tyra, especially -- to be extra annoying this time around. But I would like to see the finale and how they justified choosing Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked around and have seen some pictures of Whitney pre-show where she is really thin.  There's a rumor going around that someone from the show approached her and told her she'd be on it if she gained 10-20 pounds.  So she was a size 4 or 6 and went up to an... 8?  Maybe a 10?  It's hard to say, since the camera does add pounds.  I wonder.  It wouldn't surprise me a bit if it was true.  Nothing seems honest on this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were going to go with a plus-sized model, they should have gone with Toccara who was beautiful (and presumably still is) and seemed like a lot of fun.  She was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; plus-sized; Whitney just seems slightly bigger than the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3478700107627820726?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3478700107627820726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3478700107627820726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3478700107627820726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3478700107627820726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-come-on.html' title='Oh, Come On'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3975691454996156832</id><published>2008-05-15T08:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:16:32.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Boxing Match</title><content type='html'>I missed ANTM last night -- I know, the FINALE! -- so I can't talk about that. I'm going to try to catch it when they run it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did see &lt;a href="http://http//www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/4/index.php"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCxI0L_D1vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h3rwNsSiIHw/s1600-h/topchef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200611731113760498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCxI0L_D1vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h3rwNsSiIHw/s200/topchef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night they had to create a "sexy" salad (whatever) for the Quickfire Challenge and Spike won. His first win. Maybe the guest judge thought he was cute? Maybe it was actually good; people have really liked some of his dishes throughout the season. Anyway, he didn't get immunity but he did get an advantage for the Elimination Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the EC, the cheftestants had to create a hearty, healthy, delicious box lunch for Chicago's finest (police or police academy students or both, I wasn't clear). They had to use something from each of these food groups: protein, grain, vegetable, and fruit. Spike's advantage was an extra ten minutes to shop and what he chose, the others couldn't use. So he deliberately chose chicken, bread, tomato, and lettuce so no one else could use those box lunch staples. I may have to call him Spite from now on. What an ass. The others then got to shop and were much more creative, some because they now had to be, and some because they just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to the kitchen and started creating their lunches and it went pretty smoothly except Lisa's brain had apparently stopped working altogether. First she got shrimp -- why, hello, cholesterol! -- and had to be TOLD by Crazy Andrew that it's loaded with cholesterol -- you sneaky little artery-clogger, you! -- so she decided to just use it sparingly. Then, even though she was calling her dish stir-fry, she decided to use brown rice. Okay, whatever, it's "creative." But brown rice takes forever to cook and they only had two hours to prep, cook, package, and store their lunches in coolers to take to the cops. So she did her vegetables and shrimp, then went to check her rice and discovered that someone had turned the flame all the way up! Her brown rice was ruined! SABOTAGE! Everyone else was like, whatever, get over yourself. She decided to hope for the best. (Yes, that always works out well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Andrew did some sort of weird sushi rolls, using pine nuts and parsnip instead of rice. Spite did an odd chicken salad with olives and grapes, and only used the tomato and lettuce as sort of lame decoration -- kept them from the others and then didn't even really use them! Ass! Lisa did her shrimp "stir-fry." Stephanie did a mushroom, leek, and meatball soup. Antonia did a curried beef and rice dish. Richard did a grilled tuna burrito and was admittedly annoying, asking every cop that came to his table, "The question of the day is: do you like burritos?" I generally like Richard and think he's talented, BUT. Annoying! Dale did yet another Asian dish. Not one to roll the dice, our Dale. But he used bison, which was smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top two judge faves (Chicago's finest didn't get input -- no respect!) were Stephanie and Dale. Guess who won? Yes, of course Dale. At least he didn't lose his temper this week (that we saw, anyway) and so was just his usual sort of surly arrogant self. Sigh. It's almost too bad he's such a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom three were Spite, Lisa, and Andrew. Even with his advantage and his pettiness, Spite STILL didn't do well. The judges said the chicken salad tasted weird and apparently he spent the whole two hours just doing that. He said, "Well, olives and grapes are sweet and salty, what don't you get about sweet and salty?" Ooh, the nerve! Tom (Colicchio, head judge) just smiled and said, But olives have a flavor, they're not just salty, and that flavor didn't work. Or something like that. SNAP. Good to see karma working a little magic there. Lisa's brown rice was underdone -- ah, the SABOTAGE worked! -- but the judges also called her out for having underdone shrimp (gag) and something else wasn't right, but I can't remember what it was. Andrew's sushi apparently wasn't very good and it wasn't a filling, satisfying lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go. Andrew and Lisa, both with pretty bad defensive angry attitudes, start defending themselves. Lisa told the judges about the SABOTAGE and the judges basically responded that even if she was a victim of SABOTAGE, it's her responsibility to keep an eye on her dishes. THANK YOU. Besides, she's not so talented that the others would need to resort to SABOTAGE to get rid of her. Tom then said, Well, the shrimp were underdone, too. She had nothing to say to that. Trapped, she threw Andrew to the wolves and said, Well, he didn't follow the rules, he didn't have a grain. Tom basically replied, We know, Lisa. Very adult-to-a-difficult-and-disappointing-child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew defended himself in a predictably unpredictable, uncomfortable way. Very impassioned speech about how he studied nutrition for years and this was the most healthy dish in the world that he gave those cops and if they didn't like it... They didn't show him actually using curse words in front of the judges but it seemed a near thing. He used them plenty at other times, yelling at Lisa, talking to the camera... Seems to be just the way he speaks. Anyway, he and Lisa got into it and the judges seemed to find it all very distasteful. Well, it was. Two awkward and frankly not very likable people showing their asses... not pleasant. So the judges shooed them away and discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the storage area the cheftestants waited and Andrew and Lisa argued and Andrew finally just stared at Lisa in a completely creepy psychopathic way. I think he is seriously unhinged. The judges called the bottom three back in. They all stood in front of the judges' table like it was a firing line and looked defiant. Padma looked at them sadly and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, please pack your knives and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENSE MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, in a complete surprise move, handled it extremely well, and was gracious and almost charming about it. He asked the judges if he could shake their hands and thanked them for the opportunity. He hugged Spite several times before he left and they were very enthusiastic about each other and hooking up later and staying friends. With benefits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exit Crazy Andrew. I still can't believe he took it as well as he did. Good on you, Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: RESTAURANT WARS. See chefs who have no idea how to actually run a restaurant scurry around like little mice, little angry mice, squeaking at fellow mice to do this FASTER and that BETTER and YOU ARE RUINING OUR CHANCES, YOU STUPID MORON, WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3975691454996156832?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3975691454996156832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3975691454996156832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3975691454996156832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3975691454996156832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/boxing-match.html' title='Boxing Match'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCxI0L_D1vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h3rwNsSiIHw/s72-c/topchef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3594025523094151195</id><published>2008-05-14T10:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:16:50.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>MhER Gene</title><content type='html'>One thing that motherhood has done for me is to ramp up my emotional response to hearing about harm coming to any children, and even animal babies, by about a thousand percent. I've always been sensitive to the vulnerable and more easily moved by their plights -- so children, the elderly, sick, and animals -- healthy adult humans are sort of on their own, in my emotional book. Well, since I had Joe that soft-heartedness has increased wildly. Like a thousand percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been staying at my parents' house the last few days because with three dogs, it's hard to keep our place clean. And it's an old rental house, so it just never seems clean, you know? Anyway, my parents went out of town so we went over and ensconced ourselves in a nice clean house where Joe could roam around (because he's crawling now, remember?!) and we don't have to worry about him picking up a toy covered with dog hair and putting it in his mouth. Because everything goes in his mouth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have a birdhouse that has recently become inhabited by some bluebirds, which we were all very excited about because it's usually hogged by squirrels. So this morning I noticed that the mom and dad birds kept flying up to the birdhouse and then away again and the pine straw was sort of blocking the entrance. So I went outside to see what was going on. I moved a little straw aside and saw something kind of black and odd-looking that I couldn't make sense of at first. Oh yes, you see where this is going. It was a SNAKE. Then I saw its evil little face looking at me. Bastard! I was so angry. So I went inside and starting crying and then made Andrew go out and try to get that damn thing out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he couldn't. It just stayed all curled up, staring at him and flicking its tongue. Oh, I have never hated a snake like I hate that one. Those poor babies! And the poor mama and daddy birds! I just can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just talking about how king snakes are beneficial to have around (we had one at our house the other day) and last night I was thinking about how those birds were nice and safe in their little house because it was storming. I JINXED those poor birds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's natural and the circle of life and all that BS. I get it. Nature, she is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she should be able to take it when I say that I hate her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop now or I'll start crying again. See, thousand percent increase in saline output.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3594025523094151195?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3594025523094151195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3594025523094151195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3594025523094151195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3594025523094151195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/mher-gene.html' title='MhER Gene'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3413521964879012769</id><published>2008-05-12T16:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:37:04.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Log</title><content type='html'>Bunny is crawling! Forward! He took off Monday all of a sudden, right across the room. He went after the telephone, one of his favorite playthings. That would be our telephone, a cordless. He much prefers our telephones and remote controls to any toys we give him. So why do we keep buying toys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also started pulling up, so we really have to watch him now; he'll grab hold of anything and pull. He has also started crying when he doesn't get his way. Believe me, we're trying to nip that nasty little habit in the bud. It's hard sometimes, looking at his cute little face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3413521964879012769?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3413521964879012769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3413521964879012769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3413521964879012769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3413521964879012769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/joe-is-crawling-forward-he-took-off.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Log'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1906725861429344024</id><published>2008-05-08T09:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:17:33.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>This is Reality</title><content type='html'>* spoilers *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw the last part of the second half of ANTM last night, so I don't really have much to say except that last week Tyra told Whitney to stop being so sexy and then the guest judge this week said that Whitney needed to be sexier! And do you think Tyra stepped up and said, Well, last week she was being too sexy so I told her to bring it down, so that is probably what happened. Um, no. Tyra stepping up? Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they finally, FINALLY, booted Dominique off. Who took it really well, and was actually kind of endearing in her "I'm so great" kind of way. Nice to see a positive attitude, even if it's a little arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still say Anya for the win. The only reason Whitney has made it this far, I think, is because she's the smallest plus-size girl they've had. And she is really pretty, though, strangely, that doesn't always seem to carry much weight on ANTM. (Ooh, I just did what I accused the judges of doing last week! Ha! I didn't even realize it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would stop comparing Fatima to Iman; while there is a superficial resemblance, Fatima has nothing on Iman (even though in these pictures Iman is probably twice Fatima's age):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCMZ6KIFUkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NXAcQXPz5t0/s1600-h/fatima.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198026881857049154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCMZ6KIFUkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NXAcQXPz5t0/s200/fatima.bmp" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCMZ96IFUlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lmfzRXE9zqQ/s1600-h/iman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198026946281558610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SCMZ96IFUlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lmfzRXE9zqQ/s200/iman.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/4/index.php"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/a&gt;!  Again, if you aren't watching, you should be.  Do it, watch it, do it, do it, doitdoitdoitdoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time they had a WEDDING to prepare the food for, and the team that won the Quickfire Challenge got to choose Bride or Groom and they chose the BRIDE. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quickfire Challenge was the relay race one that is really fun to watch. It was down to the wire, unlike last season, when Casey took three hours to chop an onion. The team that won it was a much stronger team, with Richard, Antonia, Stephanie, and Andrew, but, like I said, it was close. Dale, who is such a prat, pitched a fit about losing, hitting a locker and yelling F**k! Then he had to have his diaper changed. (As Antonia said. Hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wedding was fun -- I mean, we didn't see much of the wedding, just the food parts. Which is good, how boring to watch some strangers stand there and say some vows. Ho hum. Get to the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride's team had to create a wedding cake and none of them are pastry chefs, so... very daunting. Stephanie took it on and it turned out nicely. I mean, it looked nice. Apparently the groom's cake tasted better, but looked much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride's team won, and Richard was the winner out of the contestants. He wanted to give the win to Stephanie, since she took on the cake, so they ended up sharing it. I thought that was nice. Very collegial and respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki, on the groom's team, was cut. It wasn't a surprise, she didn't seem like a strong contender anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: Dale loses his temper! Richard wears a pink shirt! Lisa says something negative! Andrew says something bizarre! Spike wears a fedora! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3281776014258578679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8038936574824083186</id><published>2008-05-01T16:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:21:47.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Reality Bytes.  Bits?  Maybe Nibbles.</title><content type='html'>Here we go again. I know, right? Anyway, I watched ANTM and Top Chef last night (WHY must they be on the same night? At least they're not on at the same time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* spoiler alert *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to see Katarzyna was going down. Obviously they didn't like her; they couldn't even be bothered to pronounce her name right. So it looks like the winner will be Anya. But who knows? They've kept Dominique around despite her missing tooth. I mean, look at this (from &lt;a href="http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/antm/index.html"&gt;fourfour&lt;/a&gt;; Rich Juzwiak does a hilarious recap of ANTM every Monday. You should never, ever miss it.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SBoxYSqXUCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JatKSFBQ5hc/s1600-h/dom_rockout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195519413521436706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SBoxYSqXUCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JatKSFBQ5hc/s200/dom_rockout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave Dom a hard time about how she was dressed at judging, like they were surprised. Tyra told her, while giving her her picture which meant she was still-in-the-running-towards-becoming-America's-Next-Top-Model, that she needed to work on it and then said "So it looks like Dominique" (or something like that; I don't have the show memorized or Tivo'd or whatever, I'm working on memory, people, and it's become a nervous, timid little thing lately) and I thought, &lt;em&gt;That's what she's doing now, Tyra!&lt;/em&gt; Ugh. This cycle is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney isn't going to be around much longer. She keeps landing in the bottom two and they're only keeping her so it looks like they aren't a bunch of fashionatrixes (-trices?) who are disgusted by the fact that she isn't a size 2. Well, Tyra probably likes to keep the plus-size girls around longer so she doesn't look quite so behemoth next to the contestants. (And my point here is that the girls are usually unhealthily skinny, not that Tyra is too big. I think Tyra looks fine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always make comments that have to do with weight and size when they speak to Whitney, and I'm not sure they're aware of it. It's either sly and mean, or it's unconscious and unbelievably un-self-aware. (Hm. There has to be a better word for that. Oblivious? Stupid?) I wish I could remember (again with the creaking brain machinery) what exactly they said, but it seems like Miss Jay, Nigel, and Tyra all did it. Maybe it's scripted, which means it's sly and mean. Alright, I found a couple of comments and now they seem more unconscious than deliberate. Calling Whitney down, Tyra said, "Last but not least, Whitney." Okay, people say that, it may not have meant anything more than that. And when Nigel was talking to the judges he said, "There's a lot to Whitney." Then he went on to make it seem like he meant personality-wise, but when he said it, Paulina made a face like, Are you talking about her weight, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with Tyra trying to pretend like she feels maternal towards these girls? Do you plan to not bother to pronounce your own daughter's name correctly someday, Ty-Ty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget that she chooses the "best picture" that they judge the girls on. Oh, no chance of rigging the competition there, no! Again, ANNOYING, this cycle. But I have to watch it to the cold, grim finale now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Chef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you aren't watching, YOU SHOULD. And you don't have to be a foodie to enjoy it; as I said, I don't cook, don't like to, and don't even really like to eat more than a few things. It's become a bone of contention between my husband and me: he likes to try new things and likes most of what he tries; I don't like to try anything new and almost never like it when I do. It's a problem. I'd be perfectly happy eating the same four things I know I like, tra-la. Anyway, we struggle on and try new things because I want to make sure we have interesting things for Bunny to eat. Healthy, too. Another struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post sort of got away from me for a moment. Back to Top Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night they had an interesting challenge -- to make a healthy, tasty meal for a family of four on a budget of $10. I think they get to use staples that are in the kitchen already, so they had only to buy main ingredients (but at Whole Foods, which, you know, a little pricey). Still, challenging. It was fun to see what they came up with. AND they had to cook with kids that are part of the &lt;a href="http://www.commonthreads.org/index.html"&gt;Common Threads&lt;/a&gt;, an organization... oh, I'll just let them tell you: &lt;em&gt;The Mission of Common Threads is to educate children on the importance of nutrition and physical well-being, and to foster an appreciation of cultural diversity through cooking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, fun to watch. Mark got cut (hee, that never gets old)(yes, to me) this time. I was sad to see him go, I liked him, but I wasn't very surprised. His cooking didn't really seem to be of the same caliber as some of the other chefs'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8038936574824083186?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8038936574824083186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8038936574824083186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8038936574824083186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8038936574824083186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-bytes-bits-maybe-nibbles.html' title='Reality Bytes.  Bits?  Maybe Nibbles.'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/SBoxYSqXUCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JatKSFBQ5hc/s72-c/dom_rockout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4129973894698568757</id><published>2008-04-30T11:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:35:35.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Nerd Alert</title><content type='html'>So, all you Battlestar Galacticans out there, what the frak is going on with these cylons? The new ones, I mean. They are all going off the deep end. Of course, some of them were a little loopy before, but now... Everyone's going to find out soon they're cylons because they are freaking out. Not cool, guys. The woman is really digging being a cylon, it seems; what's up with that? And what is with the heavy-handed religious imagery (mostly the Last Supper-esque commercial)? This show is confusing. But I do enjoy watching it. Maybe it would be less confusing if I'd watched it from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any Dr. Who fans out there, Whovians or Whosits or whatever they are called as a group (I made up Whosits and I'm liking it!), WHAT IS UP WITH ROSE?? Why won't they just let her have a nice little life in the other dimension where she can't mess up the Doctor? Ugh, I can't stand her. I didn't have any feelings about Billie Piper one way or the other when I started watching Dr. Who when they recently resurrected it, but I became a non-fan pretty quickly. Well, I don't know anything else about her, so that isn't fair. I don't like the character Rose. I think partly because she seems so... low-class, for want of a better word. I know that sounds snobby, but I just don't think she's good enough for the Doctor and they've made him out to be in love with her. Yuk. I really fink it's mostly her accent, it is sumfin' else. Do NOT like that f's instead of th's thing. Fing. &lt;em&gt;Thing&lt;/em&gt;. Oh my hell. Anyway, bring back Martha already! I like her. But Donna is okay, she's funny, so I like her, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4129973894698568757?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4129973894698568757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4129973894698568757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4129973894698568757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4129973894698568757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/nerd-alert.html' title='Nerd Alert'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3971849047914442151</id><published>2008-04-25T13:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:34:28.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Log</title><content type='html'>My poor baby has either bad allergies or yet another cold. He is stuffy and cranky. Well, for him; he's still pretty good-natured, just a little more clingy and apt to fuss. I don't blame him, I'm much more irritable than that when I'm sick. Oh, much. Much, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, he's fine and adorable and handsome and all that rot. He's getting much more mobile now, though he still doesn't quite crawl or walk. When he's on his hands and knees, he pushes himself backwards more often than not, which doesn't please him. He stands really well but only takes sort-of steps so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think any day now he'll at least be crawling, then Katie bar the door! And the cabinets, and the toilet seat, and the dog bowls, and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3971849047914442151?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3971849047914442151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3971849047914442151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3971849047914442151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3971849047914442151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommys-log-joedate-9-months-2-weeks.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Log'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4733881672802740046</id><published>2008-04-24T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:08:03.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top...</title><content type='html'>...Witch, apparently.  Tyra is not playing so nice this cycle (or they've decided not to edit it out).  Last week she said that she was "trying to say &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; nice" about Stacy Ann and this week she couldn't be bothered to pronounce Katarzyna's name correctly.  Didn't even try!  So, so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Spoiler Alert *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna talk about the show.  First of all, WHY do they try to make these girls speak a foreign language?  They have so little prep time.  I think it's unfair and frankly stupid.  Like that's real life.  There's no way a company is going to have its product's success or failure riding on some ditzy model's ability to speak their language without even any preparation.  Ridiculous and not even entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the decision of who was going home wasn't even climactic.  Lauren not only did a horrible, horrible job of the commercial, but she gave up.  She looked like she was about to cry through most of it, which was painful to watch and not at all entertaining or amusing.  I just felt sorry for her.  There was really no choice of who should leave, given her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still amazed that Fatima is still there after the whole "travel papers" imbroglio.  Not because she "forgot" to get her papers -- that whole situation was obviously staged by the producers to create some tension and drama (otherwise sorely lacking this cycle) (oh, and it didn't work) -- but because she missed the photo shoot.  Of course, if the producers set the appointment for her &lt;em&gt;at the same time&lt;/em&gt; as the photo shoot, then there's really no way -- ethically, at least -- they could have kicked her off for it.  LAME, the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique is ridiculous, she looks like an old drag queen.  Fatima usually looks ashy and weird, though occasionally she surprises me.  Whitney is never going to win because they will never let a plus-sized girl win.  They've been going out of their way lately to point out how phoney she is (really, Tyra?), obviously paving the way to booting her off.  Anya looks like an albino Celine Dion so I'm stunned she's made it this far (and they keep saying how much she "looks like a model" -- they know better than I do, of course, but... really?  I didn't know models were so homely.  Maybe they're referring to the visible ribs.  Even from the back.  Urk.).  I think Katarzyna should win but they keep going on about how she has no personality (apparently they have nothing else to complain about, which means SHE SHOULD WIN).  I think they are the final two, though I'm sure it's foreordained based on some complicated formula of Political Correctness, Appearance Of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is really transparently formulaic this cycle.  The Plus-Sized Girl, the Old Girl, the Tomboy, the Exotic Girl, the Stupid Girl, the Foreign Girl, the Mean Girl, the Crazy Girl.  Some of them overlap, and some are interchangeable, but all the slots are filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tyra, who I used to like, has really gotten on my nerves this cycle.  She has never seemed so fake or arrogant or downright b*tchy as this cycle.  Maybe she &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; leave the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I just like the photography, dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4733881672802740046?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4733881672802740046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4733881672802740046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4733881672802740046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4733881672802740046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/americas-next-top.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top...'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3385147650810028538</id><published>2008-04-18T09:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:08:10.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>Top Chef</title><content type='html'>Second post in one day, yeah! I'm feelin' it, dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who watch Top Chef can read this; the rest of you &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; watch it. I don't like to cook, or really even eat more than about five things, but it's still fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week they kicked off Ryan, which sort of surprised me. I really thought Nikki or Mark would go. I guess they edit it that way to throw viewers off. From what I've seen (and granted we don't see everything, &lt;em&gt;re&lt;/em&gt; comment directly preceding), Nikki should go. It seems like she doesn't ever do very well. I know people who cook better than she seems to, and she's a chef? Hmm. I like Mark, so I was glad he didn't go, but his station was a mess and besides the fact that it's gross to taste your chowder or whatever and then use the SAME SPOON to dish it out for others to eat, who would be stupid enough to do that IN FRONT OF THE JUDGES?! Well, Mark would. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's still not as gross as Howie from Season 3 who sweat like a maniac and DRIPPED ALL OVER HIS FOOD. They never said a word to him, apparently, and that frankly grosses me out more than a little bit of Mark's saliva. I say they must not have said anything to him at all because he never started wearing a hat or sweatband when he cooked. GROSS. I was so glad when he left, just so I didn't have to watch his sweat dripping into the food OTHER PEOPLE WERE ABOUT TO EAT anymore. Just the memory gags me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Antonia and Stephanie are doing really well; I hope they continue to do so. It would be great if a woman were to win. It seems like the chef's world is dominated by men, so to have a woman win seems like a step forward. I think Jennifer and Lisa are pretty good but don't seem as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they kick Spike and Andrew off soon. Spike because of his attitude (though it doesn't seem as bad as it once did, editing again?) and Andrew because he's just weird. Not in a fun, interesting, entertaining way, but rather in an uncomfortable he-might-just-stab-you-with-a-fork way. He seems to be a pretty good chef, though, from comments he gets. I don't care for Dale's attitude, either, especially the gangsta affectations, but he also seems to be talented. Richard, of course, is a strong competitor and I expect him to be in the top three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to see Manuel kicked off because he seems like such a nice guy. The others who have been kicked off I'm not too upset about. I don't even remember Nimma so I may have missed an early episode. I thought Zoi had a pretty bad attitude so I didn't mind her packing her knives and cutting out. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest contenders that I see so far for the top three are Richard, Stephanie, and either Dale or Antonia. Of course, it only takes one bad dish for someone to get the boot, so you never know. And that's what makes it fun to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3385147650810028538?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3385147650810028538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3385147650810028538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3385147650810028538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3385147650810028538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-chef.html' title='Top Chef'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-1354799208809975782</id><published>2008-04-18T08:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:05:22.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Rampant Consumerism</title><content type='html'>But we NEED stuff, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pondering the purchase of some fairly big-ticket items. One thing we need is a new camera. The one we have now has no image stabilization at all; the slightest tremor and the picture is all blurry and worthless. I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE a DSLR, but we can't really afford one right now, so I'm trying to decide between point and shoots. Some of them are really close to DSLRs but they are also expensive, just not quite an arm or a leg. A couple of fingers, maybe a toe. I can spare a toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any advice about digital cameras, come on with it! We really want to be able to chronicle the Life and Times of Baby Bunny and have the pictures actually &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to choose a stroller for Bunny. This has really turned into a super long-drawn-out research project. It would help if we lived anywhere near a place that sold strollers, well, except Wal-Mart, of course, bless your heart. They don't exactly have a large selection, you know. Anyway, then we could see which ones we like and which ones Bunny seems comfortable in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things I'd like it to have: a decent canopy; a seat with some movement that goes from almost straight up-and-down (Bunny usually likes to sit up straight; he wants to SEE, by God) to some sort of recline; an adjustable foot rest; a window in the canopy so I can reassure myself that Bunny is FINE, my God, CALM DOWN, LADY, without stopping and running around in front of the stroller like a nitwit; durability; portability; and, of course, no recalls on it. One model I looked at came with bug netting, isn't that cool? I think so, for down here where they are out of control and possibly going to simply carry us all away one day, to wherever marauding insects would carry humans. Ugh, stopping there, imagery not at all pleasant or even amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wavering between just getting a cheapie umbrella stroller and getting a step up (not a whole-hog sort of rolling condo, though, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;). We're planning a vacation in August and I think I'll want to get something Bunny will be more comfortable in than just a little bitty umbrella stroller. So any advice on a stroller would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-1354799208809975782?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/1354799208809975782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=1354799208809975782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1354799208809975782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/1354799208809975782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/rampant-consumerism.html' title='Rampant Consumerism'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2553845314503623818</id><published>2008-04-14T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:08:58.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>The Moment You've All Been Waiting For...</title><content type='html'>Rock of Love 2 Winner is....  Ambre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?  Bret chose AMBRE?  Over the stripper?!  Hmm.  I have misjudged something here.  RoL is nothing if not formulaic, so I guess they went with the Deep formula over the Obvious one.  My oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I did not actually see the episode with all the South of the Border hijinx, I looked it up because I was curious.  Now I kind of want to see the ep.  Sigh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2553845314503623818?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2553845314503623818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2553845314503623818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2553845314503623818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2553845314503623818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Moment You&apos;ve All Been Waiting For...'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5005062211607011390</id><published>2008-04-11T16:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:05:42.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Childhood Dreams</title><content type='html'>You may have heard of this already; it seems like I heard the tail end of something about this on NPR maybe, not too long ago, but my memory is... let's say &lt;em&gt;uncertain&lt;/em&gt;, these days. Anyway, I read about it on &lt;a href="http://www.alphamom.com/wonderland/2008/04/what_lessons_do_you_want_to_le.php"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In September of 2006, Randy Pausch, a professor of computer sciences at Carnegie Mellon University, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Pancreatic cancer is, plainly speaking, the worst kind to get: survival rates are extremely low, and the end usually comes within months of diagnosis. So when Professor Pausch was told in the summer of 2007 that the cancer had spread and he had only a few months to live, he elected to step down from his position to spend more time with his family. But before he did, there was time for one last lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finslippy.com/"&gt;Alice Bradley's &lt;/a&gt;article is entitled &lt;em&gt;What lessons do you want to leave your children?&lt;/em&gt; so it's about more than Professor Pausch, but it stems from his lecture and his worldview. Here are links to a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of his lecture, and to his &lt;a href="http://www.thelastlecture.com/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;. The video is a little over an hour long, but it's worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about what lessons I want to leave Bunny, it will only make me cry right now, but it is something I'll be pondering. What could be more important than what lessons I want to teach Bunny, what I think will be important for his life, both while I'm here and when I'm gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5005062211607011390?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5005062211607011390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5005062211607011390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5005062211607011390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5005062211607011390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/childhood-dreams.html' title='Childhood Dreams'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6093560684932132075</id><published>2008-04-08T09:46:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:09:16.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if they had a child...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Rock of Laughs</title><content type='html'>I finally watched part of an episode of Rock of Love, because so many people I know watch it that I finally caved. I had to see why seemingly intelligent people were tuning in. From what I saw, it must be the train wreck effect. A horrible, unbelieveable mess, hard to watch, yet oddly riveting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an episode of Rock of Love 2, and it was down to the final three. One decent-looking girl, Destiney, one older-looking one, Ambre, and one complete skank-a-rama, Daisy. They were waiting in their flimsy little outfits for the verdict. The tension!! Bret came down the hall followed closely by his general factotum/bodyguard. The girls (that's what Bret calls them, and it's his show, after all, so I'm going with it) were all on edge. Oh, who will get kicked off and lose her shot at fame? I mean love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had reason to worry. Ambre turned out to be 37 but had LIED TO BRET and said she was 31! Destiney couldn't wholeheartedly say she was in love with Bret! Daisy, apparently, didn't have anything to worry about except being the least attractive. Oh wait, that's &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt;. So that didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret approached the girls and told them how hard this decision would be, yada yada. He asked if there was anything they would like to say. (Oh, this isn't scripted or anything, NO.) Skank Daisy completely ratted out Destiney and said that when they asked her if she was in love with Bret, she said no, and Skanksy further alleged that if it was anyone else's show, Destiney would be there anyway. Only she made her tattle-tale argument much less coherently. (To give her a break, I'm sure it's hard to think with all that silicone and collagen or Restylane and whatnot surging through your body (or sitting there very stiffly and yet &lt;em&gt;naturally&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;attractively&lt;/em&gt;) and false eyelashes and possibly sequins weighing your eyelids down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret looked at Destiney as if he was very disappointed in her. "But Dad!" she said. "I mean Bret! I care for you very deeply, I just can't say I'm in love with you yet. I'm not like..." Well, she sort of implied disdain for the other two, I think, but maybe I'm giving her too much credit. Bret "deliberated" and then called Destiney down. She knew what her fate was, Destiney did, and she took it very well. Bret hugged her and told her how much her father had meant to him and that he was sorry, whatever, and he walked her out and cried. He came back in, wiping his eyes in a very manly way, and told the other two -- who are, of course, deeply in love with him, and crying like idiots -- that he wasn't a crier (this may have been one of the only honest things anyone said in the whole show), blah blah, and that they needed to pack their bags for CANCUN!! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ed. note-&lt;/em&gt; With the amount of money he ought to have and how popular this show is, I'd be expecting Cabo at least, but whateves. Cancun it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb here and predict that he will choose the stripper over Oldy McLiar. (If Rock of Love 2 is already over and everyone already knows which one he chose, SORRY. I have no idea when RoL airs! You know how shows are on all the time nowadays, it's tricky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I think BM (heh) has a lot of nerve kicking off Destiney ostensibly because she wasn't in love with him. When he was on Ellen (yes, I saw a clip), she asked if he fell in love or not, and he said he'll fall in love when the ratings tank. He tried to play it off like he was just kidding, but please. I hope no one believes these reality shows about love are about anything other than being on TV and making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bret, no one is fooled by the bandanas and hats or the pictures of you with the long flowing locks. We know we'll see you on Hair Club for Men commercials when Rock of Love FINALLY PLEASE GOD SOON dies its inevitable trashy, sweaty, and slightly sticky death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are also not fooled by the Rock of Love in your pants, Mr. Stuffy McSock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_-8YZ0kvOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/axaI6L4Wlyc/s1600-h/rock_of_love2bret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188072423188380898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_-8YZ0kvOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/axaI6L4Wlyc/s200/rock_of_love2bret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, has anyone else noticed how much ole Stuffy looks like the love child of Michael Keaton and Yoda these days? (It's more obvious on the show. Look and you'll see it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uaecoMrFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/411kdsVehRM/s1600-h/keaton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186909243718806610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uaecoMrFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/411kdsVehRM/s200/keaton2.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uPPcoMrBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qPKmJBEEr6E/s1600-h/keaton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uaacoMrEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J7Xba8j7gng/s1600-h/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186909174999329858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uaacoMrEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J7Xba8j7gng/s200/yoda.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uPecoMrCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1l3t9E9TfT8/s1600-h/yoda4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_-77J0kvNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9fvgPY5yumk/s1600-h/bret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188071920677207250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_-77J0kvNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9fvgPY5yumk/s200/bret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_uO-coMrAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HJ87ARuMtZU/s1600-h/bret3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6093560684932132075?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6093560684932132075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6093560684932132075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6093560684932132075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6093560684932132075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-of-greed.html' title='Rock of Laughs'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_-8YZ0kvOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/axaI6L4Wlyc/s72-c/rock_of_love2bret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2498829309736844528</id><published>2008-04-04T08:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:10:00.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Heeeee!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought LiLo had a sense a humor about herself? Go &lt;a href="http://defamer.com/375332/the-hunted-becomes-the-hunter?autoplay=true" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacky drummer of a Korean band &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1809497" target="_blank"&gt;steals the show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2008/04/02/icymi-slow-mo-jeff-goldblum-sounds-a-whole-lot-like-me-on-friday-nights/" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious. And probably what Jeff Goldblum will sound like in 20-25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN: Bunny is still adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not as congested as he was, and his fourth tooth is out, so he's feeling better all around, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clapped yesterday! It's the first time he really got the idea of bringing his hands together (not just toys), and he did it several times, and mimicked us doing it. (For those of you who aren't parents, that right there's a developmental milestone.) That was fun! He also was fascinated with my shirt (a blue tee shirt) and laughed and pulled on it, and then pulled on the neck and REACHED INSIDE. He was like, Hey, I remember those! Anyway, it was hilarious. He was in such a good mood, laughing at almost anything we did. He's such a little dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am about to start a regimen of allergy medications that could probably take down an elephant, so wish me luck with that. I have some sort of respiratory something disorder something, not just allergies, not quite asthma, but all of the related problems lumped together, so I'll be swallowing pills, inhaling aerosols, and spraying mist up my nose every day for the next little while. FUN. But I'm so tired of coughing all the time, I'd try almost anything at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2498829309736844528?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2498829309736844528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2498829309736844528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2498829309736844528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2498829309736844528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/heeeee.html' title='Heeeee!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5580053290065371836</id><published>2008-04-02T15:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:57:31.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Très Horrible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_PytcoMq-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WVKYoHJuiJE/s1600-h/drhorrible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184754458626403298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_PytcoMq-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WVKYoHJuiJE/s200/drhorrible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Joss Whedon's new projects, "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog," stars Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion, and Felicia Day. It's a musical web short, coming soon, though I'm not sure exactly when.  For more information, check out &lt;a href="http://whedonesque.com/"&gt;Whedonesque&lt;/a&gt;.  You know me, I tend to like everything Joss, but Neil Patrick Harris as Dr. Horrible? A SINGING Dr. Horrible? Who doesn't want to see that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5580053290065371836?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5580053290065371836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5580053290065371836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5580053290065371836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5580053290065371836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-horrible.html' title='Très Horrible!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R_PytcoMq-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WVKYoHJuiJE/s72-c/drhorrible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4188402458649862075</id><published>2008-04-02T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:12:41.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Awwwww</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a baby kangaroo? If not, go &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=551330&amp;amp;in_page_id=1811"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4188402458649862075?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4188402458649862075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4188402458649862075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4188402458649862075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4188402458649862075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/04/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6624710215926956771</id><published>2008-03-31T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:48:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Twofer!</title><content type='html'>The last day of the month, but you get TWO posts.  Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ohc37DKtZMc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ohc37DKtZMc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6624710215926956771?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6624710215926956771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6624710215926956771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6624710215926956771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6624710215926956771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/twofer.html' title='Twofer!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8956941428584839705</id><published>2008-03-31T08:31:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:44:13.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>Last day of March, suckas!! I am so glad. And very proud of myself for managing to post every day except one! I'm still mad at myself for that one, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll try NaBloPoMo again some other month, but not for a while. It's difficult when you work full-time and have a baby. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night -- or rather VERY EARLY this morning -- I was changing Bunny's diaper. So he was lying on a changing mat on our bed (changing tables are for namby-pambies who &lt;em&gt;care&lt;/em&gt; if their backs develop permanent kinks from hunching over to change a million diapers; you know who you are) and I had put a washcloth over his, um, personals, in case he decided to wee, which is pretty common. Something about the breeze, maybe? As I was wiping his little bottom (it was just a wet diaper), I realized he did, in fact, wet the washcloth. With much self-congratulation for not only putting the washcloth there but keeping it there as I cleaned him, I proceeded to put a new diaper on, humming a merry tune. Okay, that's going too far, there's no way I'm humming at 4 am, but you get the idea. As I'm putting the new diaper on, I realized the mat under him was damp. No, &lt;strong&gt;wet&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Bunny over, thinking, What the...? Okay, I guess he wee'd quite a bit and it ran over a little. Oh, but no. NO. As I moved him, I realized (yes, this was quite a night for realizations) that the side and back of his little pajama shirt was SOPPING WET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Andrew (who was also up, because why should one be up without the other? No, really, he got up to take the dogs out) to move the mat and see if the bed was wet. And lo, it was much sodden. Well, there was a wet spot on the coverlet and both sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Bunny quite &lt;em&gt;fortuitously&lt;/em&gt; had a powerfully full bladder when I decided to change his diaper and when he felt the cool breeze wafting around his little joystick, he yielded to sweet temptation and enjoyed life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8956941428584839705?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8956941428584839705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8956941428584839705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8956941428584839705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8956941428584839705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3405458743638600995</id><published>2008-03-29T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:45:55.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>Well, Bunny's fourth tooth is coming in, you can see it now. My poor baby has been sick and cutting two teeth at the same time. Miserable? No, not at all, why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been remarkably good-natured throughout, it amazes me. I hope he keeps this outlook on life as he grows up. It will make for a happier life for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3405458743638600995?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3405458743638600995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3405458743638600995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3405458743638600995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3405458743638600995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/les-miserables.html' title='Les Miserables'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4624048733786790677</id><published>2008-03-28T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:46:27.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>My parents are planning a cruise later this year and, since they've never gone on a cruise before, they would appreciate advice. So if you have any to give, please let me know! It can be which line is best or worst, any good or bad experiences you had (directly related to the cruise), what ships are best, what areas are best (they're planning Caribbean), how much cash they should take along (if any), if they can take bottled water along, anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4624048733786790677?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4624048733786790677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4624048733786790677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4624048733786790677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4624048733786790677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8434847325326024290</id><published>2008-03-27T08:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:47:28.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>Things I've Learned Since Becoming a Mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby teeth are sharp!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby food is like glue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby food is also invisible until you're ready to go somewhere, then hey presto! There it is in the eyebrows, behind the left ear, in the wrist crease...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby drool is a force of nature; think Niagra Falls, only stickier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babies are amazingly strong, especially when pitted against my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once baby food is started, poop diapers achieve a level of stinkatiousness that can make a grown man shy like a frightened horse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm equally dreading (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; "stinkatiousness" above&lt;/span&gt;) and anxiously awaiting the start of "grown-up" food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weight of responsibility for another human being can be overwhelming, even paralyzing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing prepared me for this, or could have.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is absolutely nothing better than having this new little person in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8434847325326024290?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8434847325326024290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8434847325326024290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8434847325326024290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8434847325326024290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-ive-learned.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4401676078541589097</id><published>2008-03-26T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:48:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Many Fugs to 16</title><content type='html'>One of the sites I really enjoy, &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/"&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;/a&gt;, is currently running a competition in the manner of March Madness. They're calling it Fug Madness and they have brackets of celebrities going head to head to see whose fug reigns supreme. Meaning who dresses the worst. And, believe me, there is some stiff competition out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am following along and voting on who I think is the worst of the worst, and maybe you should, too. I'm hoping for a final match between Juliette Lewis and Bai Ling or maybe Posh and Chloe Sevigny. I really think Bai Ling has an awesome shot at the title, but who knows what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Fug Madness, they are continuing their usual practice of pointing out the unfortunate -- sometimes calamitous -- fashion paths some celebrities take, apparently willingly, so if you aren't interested in the competition, you can still have a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4401676078541589097?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4401676078541589097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4401676078541589097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4401676078541589097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4401676078541589097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-fugs-to-16.html' title='The Many Fugs to 16'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5489821154162941252</id><published>2008-03-25T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:48:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Hello, McFly!</title><content type='html'>Funny video by Tom Wilson, best known as Biff from the &lt;em&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/em&gt; movies. He was also a coach on &lt;em&gt;Freaks and Geeks&lt;/em&gt;, and has done tons of other stuff. I totally lifted this from Fussy, but whatever, it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwY5o2fsG7Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwY5o2fsG7Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5489821154162941252?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5489821154162941252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5489821154162941252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5489821154162941252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5489821154162941252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-mcfly.html' title='Hello, McFly!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-136153188127702836</id><published>2008-03-24T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:48:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Why Can't We All Just Get Along?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D85yrIgA4Nk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D85yrIgA4Nk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is great, but on YouTube someone said they think the animals are drugged.  I don't think so and I certainly hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-136153188127702836?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/136153188127702836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=136153188127702836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/136153188127702836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/136153188127702836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Why Can&apos;t We All Just Get Along?!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4656879299252503918</id><published>2008-03-23T17:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:49:35.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter, Happy Spring</title><content type='html'>I am stuffed after eating our traditional Easter meal of barbecued ribs. YUM. I also may have partaken of a little chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny (!) was adorable at church in his little navy blazer, with khakis, white button-down, and yellow and navy striped tie. He was a hit! He looked like the world's smallest frat boy. (But a cute one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it, and happy Spring to those who don't. Here's a bunny for you either way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-bhOcoMq6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sCnwv-I5t6o/s1600-h/bunny.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181076059655547810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-bhOcoMq6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sCnwv-I5t6o/s200/bunny.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4656879299252503918?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4656879299252503918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4656879299252503918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4656879299252503918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4656879299252503918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-happy-spring.html' title='Happy Easter, Happy Spring'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-bhOcoMq6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sCnwv-I5t6o/s72-c/bunny.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2044847574050078878</id><published>2008-03-22T21:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:29:18.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and Ducks and Toys, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Today we took a trip to a quaint small town, to take Bunny to see the river and the ducks and go to a nice toy store there. It was fun and Bunny was a dream. He's so well-behaved. He just looked at the people, and the ducks, and the water, and the toys, and whatever else he could see. And he charmed everyone we came near. We are so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2044847574050078878?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2044847574050078878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2044847574050078878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2044847574050078878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2044847574050078878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunshine-and-ducks-and-toys-oh-my.html' title='Sunshine and Ducks and Toys, Oh My!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5935973765618941507</id><published>2008-03-21T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:51:12.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I miss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacques Cousteau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I just saw that this is back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wonderful World of Disney. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Disney Channel is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the same.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Carol Burnett Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choco-Lite candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Big Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;running around outside, doing… I don’t know. A little of this, a lot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;life being wild with possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are certainly compensations. Now, my life may not be as wild with possibility as it was, but I have a clearer idea of what I want to do with it. And, most importantly, it is absolutely riotous with possibility for my son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5935973765618941507?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5935973765618941507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5935973765618941507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5935973765618941507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5935973765618941507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8232639880257239504</id><published>2008-03-20T08:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:41:30.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Here's Peeping at You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In honor of the season, some Peeping fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-JlqMoMq4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PteWjBw4vWk/s1600-h/peepshow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179814297048230786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-JlqMoMq4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PteWjBw4vWk/s200/peepshow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.millikin.edu/staley/peeps/#Anchor-Th-56460"&gt;Peeps At the Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peepresearch.org/"&gt;Scientific Studies of the Peep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8232639880257239504?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8232639880257239504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8232639880257239504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8232639880257239504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8232639880257239504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-peeping-at-you.html' title='Here&apos;s Peeping at You'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R-JlqMoMq4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PteWjBw4vWk/s72-c/peepshow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3990180960294837211</id><published>2008-03-19T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:41:30.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a video by Demetri Martin interpreting the song &lt;em&gt;Selfish Jean&lt;/em&gt; by Travis posted here but I was having trouble with it, so if you're a fan of Demetri, Travis, or funny stuff, click &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/208fee5e58"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it!&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/208fee5e58"&gt;Selfish Jean interpreted by Demetri Martin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3990180960294837211?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3990180960294837211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3990180960294837211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3990180960294837211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3990180960294837211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny_19.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-2425532123041292714</id><published>2008-03-18T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:52:11.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Get Me a Prescription Pad, STAT</title><content type='html'>As I was telling a friend of mine yesterday, the highest reading we got for Bunny's temperature was 101.4° (rectal -- and wasn't that fun!), but we ran off to the emergency room because: (a) we are new parents, (b) his temperature was going UP despite Tylenol, and (c) we are new parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was REALLY hot all over the other night but we didn't take his temperature because he was already crying and Andrew thought he was not as hot as Thursday night, so we gave him medicine and some time to see if he would cool off and he did. Whew. WHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew took him to the doctor yesterday who said he thinks it's roseola, which is what I thought it might be. Who needs doctors when you have a good book?!? Well, okay, they hold the keys to the medicine so I do need them for that. But the conflicting information we got -- &lt;em&gt;alternate Tylenol and Motrin every two hours;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;alternate but not as frequently;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't alternate at all&lt;/em&gt; -- makes me really nervous and even less trusting of the medical profession than I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, zero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-2425532123041292714?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/2425532123041292714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=2425532123041292714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2425532123041292714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/2425532123041292714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-me-prescription-pad-stat.html' title='Get Me a Prescription Pad, STAT'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-8342832952436998063</id><published>2008-03-17T11:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:53:02.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Top O' the Mornin' to Ye!</title><content type='html'>An Irish joke for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R96ia9pLEXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2Gf15eKoFjM/s1600-h/shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178755205630202226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R96ia9pLEXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2Gf15eKoFjM/s200/shamrock.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CCFFCC;"&gt;Paddy was shaving when he knocked the mirror off the shelf.  It fell to the floor and cracked across the middle. Paddy gazed down in horror. 'Bejabbers, I've cut my throat,' he gasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun information about St. Patrick's Day &lt;a href="http://www.st-patricks-day.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/stpatricksday/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-8342832952436998063?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/8342832952436998063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=8342832952436998063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8342832952436998063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/8342832952436998063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-o-mornin-to-ya.html' title='Top O&apos; the Mornin&apos; to Ye!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/R96ia9pLEXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2Gf15eKoFjM/s72-c/shamrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-3495927470231759875</id><published>2008-03-16T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:19:17.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>On the Upswing</title><content type='html'>After waking up at 2am to find Bunny burning up -- I mean, his whole head, his hands, his neck, his back, his armpits, his stomach, just as hot as could be -- he now seems to be sleeping well and is cool to the touch. Cool, people! He was due for more Motrin at 8:30 this morning and felt cool then. !!! He hasn't felt cool when due for medicine (or even after it, necessarily) since Thursday! We gave him the Motrin anyway, in case his ear or tooth was bothering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how wonderful to feel a nice cool forehead! I never imagined something like that could bring so much plain, unadulterated joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-3495927470231759875?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/3495927470231759875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=3495927470231759875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3495927470231759875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/3495927470231759875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-upswing.html' title='On the Upswing'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4758594551482556929</id><published>2008-03-15T23:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:19:03.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Dose by Dose</title><content type='html'>Poor Bunny is still really sick, running a fever, stuffed up, cutting a tooth, and now with the added misery of gutty-whats in a turmoil from the antiobiotic. We just take it medicine dose to medicine dose, and I'm hanging on to the hope that by this time next week he'll be feeling all better and sporting a shiny new tooth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4758594551482556929?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4758594551482556929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4758594551482556929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4758594551482556929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4758594551482556929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/dose-by-dose.html' title='Dose by Dose'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-567789827519819573</id><published>2008-03-14T13:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:25:54.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><title type='text'>Still Sick</title><content type='html'>Well, we had to take Bunny to the emergency room last night. He's been congested and yesterday really couldn't breathe at all, and then he was running a fever. We gave him some Tylenol, but after about an hour his temperature had gone up instead of down, so we got worried and took him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after we got there, they gave him some Motrin and by the time we got called back (two hours later), he had started feeling cooler and had finally fallen asleep. He was up for most of the wait. (This was in the middle of the night.) Then when we finally saw the doctor, she poked and prodded and he cried and then a nurse gave him a shot and he screamed and cried. It was heartbreaking, just inconsolable cries. My poor baby. Anyway, now he has medicine and it seems to help though he is still feverish and out of sorts today. So, send us thoughts, prayers, dollars, whatever. (Just kidding about the dollars. Send hugs and kisses.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-567789827519819573?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/567789827519819573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=567789827519819573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/567789827519819573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/567789827519819573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-and-pictures.html' title='Still Sick'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-9163476392373488800</id><published>2008-03-13T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:41:30.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!</title><content type='html'>Go &lt;a href="http://www.wintrest.com/if-celebs-moved-to-oklahoma/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Now.  Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-9163476392373488800?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/9163476392373488800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=9163476392373488800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9163476392373488800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/9163476392373488800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4596104973431253814</id><published>2008-03-12T13:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:28:51.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 35px; BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/612/642/eat_buddies_sidebar.353gkizpx6.jpg) #333 no-repeat; WIDTH: 150px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 110px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/eat_buddies"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends, odds are it's not me gnawing your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are: 60% Dog, 40% Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nice blend of cat and dog.  You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.  And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One instance where I don't mind being referred to as mostly dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are From Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/mercury.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows.  You probably never leave home without your cell phone!  You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you.  You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer.  Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm not sure how accurate this one is. I do like to know everything, that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4596104973431253814?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4596104973431253814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4596104973431253814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4596104973431253814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4596104973431253814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz-show.html' title='Quiz Show'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-6043607178819338380</id><published>2008-03-11T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:12:49.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things I Hate About DST</title><content type='html'>I'm anti-Daylight Savings Time. I used to like it but now am completely against it.  I can't imagine getting a child -- someday, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; child -- to come in from playing so he can eat supper/do homework/get ready for bed WHILE IT'S STILL LIGHT OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even &lt;a href="http://tech.yahoo.com/blog/null/83073"&gt;save energy&lt;/a&gt;, which is what it was intended to to. And Congress in all its wisdom has EXTENDED it.   That's about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's the list, five things I hate about DST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's dark in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It stays light way too late; it throws me all off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing an hour (though I admit I like gaining the hour in the fall).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't save energy/money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congress keeps fiddling with it so my computer would not change over even when I manually re-set the clock; it kept changing back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-6043607178819338380?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/6043607178819338380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=6043607178819338380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6043607178819338380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/6043607178819338380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-things-i-hate-about-dst.html' title='Five Things I Hate About DST'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-5045506875957586473</id><published>2008-03-10T12:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:55:59.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cold Season</title><content type='html'>I have a cold and it is not fun. I can't breathe and I have a headache; it's as if my head is truly stuffed to capacity. It wouldn't be so bad if colds didn't linger so long with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it is that I think I caught it from Bunny. My poor baby! I have no idea how he got it; we hardly take him anywhere and wash our hands and all of his things constantly. He is still so good-natured, though. We are really lucky with that. I just hate to hear him struggling to breathe. We've been using the humidifier and saline nasal drops and the aspirator, but it all only helps so much. I can't wait for him to feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-5045506875957586473?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/5045506875957586473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=5045506875957586473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5045506875957586473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/5045506875957586473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-season.html' title='Cold Season'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511821.post-4228320515676507540</id><published>2008-03-09T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:12:31.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>We're planning a trip to Asheville, North Carolina, in the fall.  If anyone has suggestions of places to stay or eat, or things to do (besides the obvious), please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26511821-4228320515676507540?l=littlegraycellz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/feeds/4228320515676507540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26511821&amp;postID=4228320515676507540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4228320515676507540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26511821/posts/default/4228320515676507540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegraycellz.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>sassymoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724714125698656417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9LPuUzf0bI/S8jMJxTKFkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5WEegM6Eh8E/S220/cardcatalog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
