So, that headache I mentioned yesterday? It’s still here.

What? The? Hell?

If I don’t blog tomorrow, someone inquire about me.

• Does anyone else not trust people who don’t have a picture on their facebook profile?
• Does anyone else have a headache?
• Does anyone else wonder why Fox News only hires blonde reporters?
• Does anyone else find themselves oddly excited about college football season approaching?
• Does anyone else need a pedicure like nobody’s business?
• Does anyone else have a dog with an internal alarm? (I wish I could push his nose for snooze sometimes.)
• Does anyone else hate to unload the dishwasher?
• Does anyone else want to tell people that even though it is summer – white pants are not for everyone?
• Does anyone else have an obsession with greek olive hummus?
• Does anyone else get hilarious emails from their mom? (It involved Kathy Lee, how she won’t shut up, that she looks like a fool and someone needs to help her.)
• Does anyone else think Jillian from The Bachelorette should lose the hair extensions?
• Does anyone else have a hard time finishing a book these days?

First of all, I despise professional football, and most professional sports for that matter (sans golf, of course). Professional athletes (generally speaking) lack loyalty, heart and pretty much think their sh, er, crap doesn’t stink. They go around acting like total asses, and get paid millions of dollars. Yes, I know I just lumped a whole mess of people into that statement, and that some of them are nice/generous with their time and money…blah, blah, blah.

Today, I’m angry. The folks over at the National Football League decided that Michael Vick should be reinstated. I think they’ve made better decisions. Way to take your time on that one, guys – he’s been out for how long? A week?

If Michael Vick had committed crimes against children, or any person for that matter, the NFL wouldn’t touch him with a 10 foot pole. But hey, they’re only animals – so let’s allow the bastard make millions of dollars for himself again. He’s “sorry” right? He deserves a second chance, right? You know, I would be sorry if I cursed out my boss for something he or she said or did, but I doubt I would get a second chance after doing so. I’m pretty sure I’d have to find another source of income.

I for one, hope no one puts him on their payroll. Not even Burger King. I hope he spends the rest of his life in poverty, thinking about his choices and being spit on by strangers.

I told you I was angry…

yay for:
weekend plans in charleston
a clean doggie
liking my new haircut (collar bone length, y’all – this is big for me)
crystal light pink lemonade
a little black dress and a skinny gold belt
this wedding entrance that makes me laugh
people who understand customer service (thanks, insurance company)
erica uploading her 800, yes 800, pictures from our trip
a horoscope that i like
these sugar free goodies, which make my low carb lifestyle bearable
a compliment on my earrings
funny emails from friends
summertime tans and flip flops

On my way to work today, I saw a man pushing a shopping cart full of random items down the street. He wasn’t clean, he was extremely thin and his clothes were torn. The expression on his face was not angry, rather, resigned. Resigned to his way of life – toting his possessions along with him wherever he goes.

During the rest of my drive to work, I wondered about this man. I wondered if he had ever been married, had children, etc. I wondered if at one time he had a great job that he enjoyed going to every day. I wondered when he ate last. I wondered what happened to him in his life that left him the way that he is. Without a job, without a home, without the basic necessities of life…and being “wondered about” by a twenty-something-year-old in her luxury car on the way to her office.

So much of where we go in this life is based on luck and opportunity. I have been given far more opportunities than most people, and while I am grateful, sometimes it takes seeing someone with nothing to remind me just how lucky I am. It shouldn’t take me seeing a homeless person to realize my blessings. I should recognize them every day. I will recognize them every day. So should you.

Gchatter:

Me: BEN. Meigs just told me that I had “high self-esteem”
Ben: what does that mean?
Me: Also known as “you are a little full of yourself today”
Ben: well you were pretty sassy last night
Me: I need to get off my European high horse
Ben: is that what it’s from?

I will write more about my fabulous trip later, but since I’m a bit brain dead – this is what you get for now.

Some things I learned on my European adventure:

1. I can live without the internet. Barely.
2. Wine “over there” is a whole lot cheaper. This is not necessarily a good thing, people.
3. The French love President Obama, but still hate us.
4. The siesta is the most genius idea ever. Ever.
5. Eating dinner at 10:00 in Spain is normal. And, it’s still light out then – I was amazed.
6. Watching the movie Taken makes you paranoid into thinking everyone wants to “take you.” They asked, “So, where are you staying?” I said, “I can’t tell you that – I’ve seen Taken.”
7. Being confined to a small room with three girls is hilarious. My abs look amazing from the laughter.
8. Walking the entire Champs-Elysées in heels is not a good idea.
9. European men can wear some suits. Ooh la la.
10. There are some words that are universal. They are: no, taxi, Coca-Cola and McDonald’s.
11. I’m not good with foreign languages or maps.
12. In trying to describe what states we were from, it helped to give related things/people. For example: North Carolina = Marlboro cigarettes or Georgia = the Olympics in Atlanta, or (more effectively) the home of Outkast and Usher.
13. Oven mitts are necessary when using the hotel hairdryers in Paris. Maybe it was just our hotel, but I feel the need to warn people nonetheless.
14. When an airline loses your luggage, they give you these cool t-shirts and a bag of toiletries – and they deliver your luggage to your hotel. It’s actually not a bad deal.
15. Those really ugly/dorky donut pillows for your neck work. I don’t care what I looked like – I slept on planes and trains with that thing.
16. Cabs in Paris are nicer than anything I’ll ever drive.
17. Americans are prudish, but I’m ok with that. The PDA/lack of clothing was a bit much at times.
18. All the change those euros give you make you feel like you are spending less money that you are. Hello, it’s not a nickel, it’s $1.50.
19. The Europeans embrace their animals. I’d fit right in – they take their dogs everywhere, even to restaurants.
20. Sleep is overrated.

I’ll be out of touch for a while, my loves. Headed off to that European vacay I booked about a month ago. I can’t wait to see the sights, but I’m a little worried about my lack of internet/blackberry/gchat/emails/blog/facebook obsessions. I can make it, I can make it, I can make it.

Look for a post on July 15th, when I return. Adiós and Au revoir!

Cameron Diaz was probably the first tall, leggy blonde that I took one look at…and hated. I remember seeing her in The Mask alongside Jim Carey and thinking, “Wow. I will never look like that.” But, despite her ability to make me want to throw a punch at my mirror, I still like her. She’s bubbly, giggly and goofy, and I can’t help myself – I want to be friends with her.

Here’s that precious Cammy D looking outstanding in a white mini-dress at the premiere of My Sister’s Keeper the other night:

There are, of course, many other pictures in which her stance is a bit more flattering, but I chose this one so you could see the entire get-up. I love the fabric of this dress – you ladies out there know that when it comes to wearing white, the fabric makes all the difference in the world. Cheap fabric = lumpy marshmallow, not “summertime chic” as Cameron is here. Paired with the dress are very pale pink strappy heels and, I have to say, I like the little kick they give. Like, “Surprise! You thought you’d see boring shoes, but nope, here we are. Pink and perfect.”

Well done, Cam. But ease up on the botox, would ya?

People have argued all day about what he was and was not. What is undisputed, however, is that he was the King of Pop. An innovative musician who most of us attempted to imitate with bad hair and even worse dance moves.

Holy moly, this song reminds me of being a kid.