E=mc squared, I think

A guy friend told me the other day that I was "nerdy-sexy." And I wasn't even wearing my glasses. This is a new turn of events. But I guess pushing 40 one can rarely be "sexy-sexy." I'll take what I can get. Library date, anyone?

Song of the Day

https://youtu.be/Z0GFRcFm-aY

Do they know something we don't?

Driving home last night listening to CNN on SiriusXM, I found it amusing/strange that they did a story on who the designated survivor would be in case the "unthinkable" happened at the inauguration on Friday. Wishful thinking? Paranoia? Psychic prediction? Whatever. I'd rather watch Kiefer Sutherland.

Paging Dr McSteamy

Had to have day surgery on Friday (and no, I wasn't thrilled about going under on Friday the 13th), and I have to say anesthesia is so bizarre to me. I was out for maybe 20 minutes, and have no memory of going into the operating room or much else after saying goodbye to my mom. Plus hours later I found a sticky EKG patch (I'm sure there is a fancy term for this, but I don't know what it is) on my boob and another one on my back - AND a Band-Aid on my arm where I apparently got a shot (?). And I remember NONE of this. What exactly goes on in there during those 15-20 minutes? The world may never know.

Bachelor recap: Backstreet's back, alright!

Any time I can see the Backstreet Boys perform "Everybody," it's a good day. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Nick has to deal with the fallout from the Liz situation back at the mansion. Most women are a bit shell-shocked, but not Corinne - she takes this opportunity to dress as a flasher (naked under a trenchcoat) and seduces Nick with a can of whipped cream. Been there, done that.

Nick isn't all that impressed and heads back in to talk to other, fully-clothed, ladies. Corinne is embarrassed and pissed - and proves it by skipping the rose ceremony altogether and falling asleep next to her rose. Like any normal gal would.

Three girls get the boot, but I can't remember any of their names. Sorry #notsorry.

The first group date involves back-up dancing for BSB, who are only here to promote their Vegas residency. The girls go ape-shit, and Nick wisely observes it's a good thing they are all happily married. Former Cowboys cheerleader Jasmine does well, as does Danielle, who wins the serenade and "private" (read: in front of 500 people and the other ladies) dance with Nick on stage. Corinne is NOT a good dancer, and is pissed again seeing Nick and Danielle kiss. She wants it that way, dammit. (See what I did there??) Later that night, Corinne is the first to drag him away and apologizes (while kissing him) for the night before. Nick forgives her (hard to argue when her tongue is in your mouth), but gives the group date rose to Danielle. We do get to hear more about Corinne's nanny, Raquel. Apparently Corinne can not make her own bed, chop her own cucumbers or do her own laundry at age 24. Tell me why-eeee... (okay, done with the BSB references.)

Vanessa gets the one-on-one date, which involves boarding a plane that takes nosedives in order to achieve zero gravity. They look like they're having fun, but I'm sitting here thinking how violently ill I would be. And then Vanessa pukes. Several times. Bless her heart. Nick mans up and comforts her, even kissing her post-puke. (Breath mint!!!) At dinner she opens up about her grandfather passing away and being attracted to how close Nick is with his own family. Annnd rose.

The final group date involves a "Nick-cathlon" featuring Carl Lewis, Michelle Carter and Allyson Felix- do these people have nothing better to do?? Dominque(who?? I swear she already got kicked off) is thrilled to be out of the house, but doesn't feel Nick is showing her the proper attention. Rachel wins the 100-yard dash in the end, but misses the giant fake ring and Astrid scoops it up and hops into the hot tub with Nick. Apparently cheaters DO win sometimes. Afterwards, Dominique is still wound up and Nick ends up giving her the boot, saying their relationship wouldn't be able to catch up with the others. Nice track and field metaphor, buddy. Rachel deservedly wins the group date rose, but I think she just jinxed it by saying she thought she'd be there in the finale. Sigh. These gals never learn.

It's pool party time! Corinne once again steals the show - and the guy -by renting (or bringing her own) princess bounce house and attacking poor Nick in her teeny bikini. The girls are annoyed and miffed, and one by one start to say something to him. Is he looking for a wife or a plaything? Again, we know these kinds of conversations never bode well for the ladies bringing them up, but at least a few (Taylor, Jasmine, Vanessa) are smart and mature, which will hopefully work in their favor.
To Be Continued... 

Blink twice for yes

Got eyelash extensions on Saturday for the first time. I realize this has been around for years, but I enjoy wearing mascara and thought it would look weird since I have very light eyelashes naturally. But if it's on a Groupon, I'll buy it - and I did. It took an hour and 45 minutes, but MAN. It looks good. Still trying to figure out how to wear eye makeup with these bad boys, but I wake up and they look great. I get out of the shower and they look great. It's a whole new world for this blondie, I tell ya. Already booked my follow-up appointment to fill them in. I may have created a monster. A very full-lashed monster.

Uber, party of one

We had our work holiday party Friday night (yes, I realize it is no longer the holiday season - but it's cheaper!). These things just aren't fun to go to alone anymore. Everyone else is like 24 and wasted or married and hanging out with their significant other. Plus being the host kind of blows - I stood at the door for the first hour, greeting people and passing out raffle tickets while steeling myself every time the door opened (it was snowing and in the 20s). This photo booth pic basically sums it up.