yay for:
nail polish that hasn’t chipped from a week old manicure
carb-friendly yogurt
a sunny day
checking items off my work to-do list
lunch plans with my furry bff, wallace
a new email address (goodbye inaccurate last name!)
another curly hair day
playing catch up with an old friend
satellite radio “alerting” me that this was playing
book club tonight

You think I’m pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I’m funny when I tell the
Punch line wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me I was alright
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life,
Now every February
You’ll be my Valentine, Valentine

From “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry

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He is good, so good
And he treats your little girl like a real man should
He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps
No he’s never gonna leave
So don’t you worry about me
Don’t you worry about me

From “Mama’s Song” by Carrie Underwood

REGIS PHILBIN IS RETIRING.

I have a serious love for Regis. I once named a cat after him, but I digress. The cat didn’t really belong to me and I’m quite certain his real name wasn’t Regis (or that it was a male cat, even), but that’s a story for another day.

I catch up on Regis and Kelly’s host chat once a week. I don’t bother watching it if Regis is on vacation (well, if Anderson Cooper is the co-host, I will), because as much as I adore Kelly’s precious hubby Mark Consuelos…he just ain’t Regis.

To see the announcement that made me tear up, click here. Yes, I am aware that I have an unhealthy television obsession. It’s not meth, so kindly shut up.

In other news, did you guys see the news story about the woman who won the lottery but will likely have to share half of the 90 million dollars she won with her estranged husband? Hiring a divorce attorney is not cheap, but I can attest to the fact that it costs less than 45 million dollars.

I watch award shows for two reasons: the fashion and the speeches. Today’s post focuses on the speech part, but both are really very similar when you think about it. They are either a hit (I’m talking to you Colin Firth – your’s was lovely) or a miss (That would be you, Natalie Portman. Hello, it’s super awkward to talk about having sex with your boyfriend in your acceptance speech.).

In case you missed last night’s Golden Globe awards (I missed most of them, but got all caught up today whilst lounging on my couch for MLK day), Glee’s Chris Colfer won the award for best supporting actor in a television series. Colfer, if aren’t familiar with the show, plays high school student (and homosexual) Kurt Hummel. His acceptance speech was gracious, of course, but what won me over was that he also took the opportunity to talk about one of his platforms…bullying and teen suicides. I gotta tell ya, after that, he has turned me into an even bigger fan. Like, he might need to look into a restraining order.

Here’s the last part of the speech of the night:
“To all the amazing kids that watch our show, and the kids that our show celebrates, who are constantly told ‘no’ by the people in their environments, and by bullies at school that they can’t be who they are or have what they want because of who they are. Well? Screw that, kids.”

Texting:
Meigs: I have turkey neck. What the hell? Are we too young to go under the knife?
Me: Not according to those crazy bitches on Toddlers & Tiaras. And, you do not.

Facebook status update:
Even in my dreams, you’re a jackass. That’s what I call talent. And annoying.

Gchatting:
Friend: Does Ben carry a picture of you in his wallet?
Me: If he does, I’m breaking up with him.
Friend: My cousin had a picture of his girlfriend in his wallet over Christmas. He is a 34-year-old redneck. I was thinking to myself, “Who does that?” Rednecks are so unpredictable.

No, seriously, can I?

The “Exercise More” One
Here we go again, right? I know, I know…different year, same ole story. And, I’m going to do it. (I really am.) But, it’s just too dang cold for all that right now. February, perhaps?

The “Spend Less, Save More” One
I’ve been on a roll with this one, but the upcoming Atlanta shopping trip is going to set me back. February, perhaps?

The “Watch Your Language Now That You Have A Niece” One
Yeah, it’s not happening. February, perhaps?

The “Don’t Over-Extend Yourself” One
So far in 2011, I’ve already been asked to serve on a committee for the Alzheimer’s Association. (It’s for a good cause!) February, perhaps?

Turns out, the National Weather Service was for real this time. No work today, and probably no work tomorrow.

Winter just became my new favorite season.

Confession: Today, I fell victim to the snow storm panic.

Down South we tend to overreact about winter storm warnings. Like, people make a mad dash to the supermarket and fight over the last gallon of milk like it’s the “it” Christmas toy of the season. Grocery stores sell out of bread. School days are cancelled. And all of this happens before the first snowflake falls. And, more often than not, the storm “just misses us” and we see no snow at all.

This afternoon, though, I joined the ranks of the ridiculous as I rushed to Kroger to “stock up” on supplies. (Side note: I realized halfway through the shopping trip, when I began buying things I don’t even eat, that I am exactly like my mother.) The lines were so long that I almost finished an entire issue of Us Weekly while waiting to check out.

I sometimes wonder if the National Weather Service decides to have a little fun with us southerners. It’s a win-win for them: The local economy gets a boost, and they have a few laughs.

The offender: Taylor Swift

The item(s) in question: Dress, worn at the People’s Choice Awards

My thoughts: Alright, admittedly, there are things about Taylor Swift that I like. She’s cute, she’s peppy, she’s got cool hair, and she writes her own music (even if it sounds like the exact same song over and over again, hey – at least she tries). But, there are many things about Ms. Swift that, well, just annoy the heck out of me. Case in point: Her love of flesh colored dresses and red lipstick.

The solution: Try on a dress with color. Any color. And, please stop wearing your pretty hair like that. We get it, you like the swept-back-with-curls-hanging-down thing, but you’re boring us to death. That goes for your melodies, too, sugar. Same melody, different lyrics – every time. Every single time. YAWN.

When you begin your day at 6:45am with your dog escaping out of an open gate (Who opened it? I guess I’ll never know.), followed by you running frantically into the street calling him, then catching him, then realizing you locked yourself out of your house in your panic stricken dart to save your pet’s life, followed by having to walk over to your neighbor’s house in your pj’s and bare feet to ask him to break into your home…well, your day can ONLY go UP from there.

And, it did. Thank the lord. (And my criminally savvy knight in shining armor neighbor.)