Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Name that tune

Does anyone else change the radio station/eject the CD they're listening to when they valet the car, lest the particular song be embarrassing? No? Just me? I do listen to some ridiculous music, so it's very possible I'm the only one. But it came back to bite me this weekend when a friend's husband kindly offered to move my car and came back in singing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls. Because it was blaring on my mixed tape in the car. Oh the humanity.

Monday, April 15, 2013

I want my MTV

I was watching parts 1-2 of a six-part series about the 80s last night - good times. First of all, Rob Lowe provides the voiceover, so that's a good start right there. There was a significant section about the launch of MTV in 1981, and it talked about how small towns with cable got it before the big cities. (Wichita got their MTV before NYC!) I'm not sure when we got MTV, but I remember seeing it when I was over at friends' houses who had older siblings, and just not really understanding what was going on. Until I saw the Thriller video at my house. I guess I was about 7? At that point, kids at school were dressing up as Boy George and Madonna, so it became part of daily life. Too bad they don't play music on MTV anymore. Maybe for it's 40th (!) birthday in 2021, they should revert back to the old format. And bring back Martha Quinn, while they're at it.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Thursday, April 11, 2013

It's like a game of Would You Rather. With my life.

Not sure which is more embarrassing: the fact that I'm attending an upcoming Match.com "stir event," or that I had to print out my ticket to said event at the office, it didn't print out right away, and I found it on a nearby table which means a bunch of colleagues saw it.

Oooooooof.

They're going to have to start teaching this in med school.

I was skimming through US Weekly online yesterday, and an article about Ashley Tisdale's sideboob caught my attention. Probably because the word "sideboob" was in bold in the headline. I Googled "sideboob," and was amazed at how it has really become part of the lexicon. There are entire websites devoted to nothing by sideboob. Who knew that a wardrobe malfunction/lack of bra situation would be taking over the world? Brava, creators of the sideboob. Brava. I take off my bra to you.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Guess I should get it waxed

I was watching Katie yesterday (Katie Couric's show - why do I love it so), and she had on the matchmakers from Ready for Love (a new, Bachelor-type show that is fairly awesome). They were giving some great tips on where to meet guys (farmer's market!?), and then moved into tips for online dating. Basically, the what NOT to do's, photo-wise: no wedding pics (duh), no pics of you and a guy (could be misconstrued as a boyfriend, not your brother), no party pic (aka keg stands), and no facial hair on women. Meaning fake (hopefully fake) mustaches. Now, this one saddens me. Is that the reason I haven't had much luck on Match? Because of my amazing mustache photo? Nooooooo...


To be continued.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Brack-et, busted. (sung like "Tin Roof, rusted" a la B52s

After all my self-hype, my NCAA bracket pretty much sucked. Although I DID pick the ultimate winner, Louisville. Ended up coming in 18th at work, which means...nothing. The end of the college basketball season also leaves me with lots of weeknights free. Sigh. Maybe I'll get into golf? Probably not.