Remember waaaay back here when I mentioned that I was writing a paper for a HUGE technical symposium for work? You don’t have to pretend, I know you don’t.

Well, I found out today that my paper was accepted! I can’t believe it! I am so nervous/excited/scared/worried. I’m not sure where to go from here; I don’t know where to start or what to do first. I haven’t even been working on anything because I thought that it would be denied. I have TONS of research to do and so many hours of writing. My mind is boggled.

I’m going to be a published writer.

Who would have thunk it? Moi? A writer.

This past weekend Mike and I spent some quality time together – watching Miami Vice. The “new” movie with Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx. I was kind of excited to see it only because Colin Farrel is so yummy. Good eye candy – can’t pass that up. Boy, was I mistaken when I was faced with this.

I couldn’t enjoy the movie because of this pedophile like moustache. I couldn’t enjoy the scenery (of Colin’s hard body and gorgeous eyes) because of this dead animal posing as Colin’s handlebar moustache. Blech. Don’t even get me started on the greasy mullet like hair do.

I forgot to mention this as one of my all-time deal breakers; how on earth did I forget this one I’ll never know, but moustaches disgust me to the very core of my being.
I don’t care if it’s well groomed and full, it’s ugly; or if you’re a prepubescent young man who has just begun to grow a sparse and scraggly masterpiece. Shave that shit off your face.

I’m okay with beards or goatees; there’s just something about a moustache that make my stomach turn.

It may be the childhood trauma of my father’s moustache that was always there when I gave him a kiss and it would stab me like a thousand little needles – thank GAWD it hasn’t been there for years now; or the maybe teacher I had in high school who would always have his lunch stuck throughout in the afternoon. It could even be subconsciously the fact that studies show that men with moustaches are more likely to lie. It’s true. I can’t find a link, but I KNOW I heard it on the radio, and the radio never lies.
Nevertheless. Gross. That about sums it up.

Have you heard about parisexposed.com? This is the weirdest, most messed up thing I have ever heard about.

The story:

Paris Hilton has had a storage locker where she kept a pile of crap while she was in the midst of moving. Well, she didn’t pay the bill. A whole $208! ‘Cuz that would have broke the bank! and some sleaze bag celebrity exploiter bought the locker that was auctioned off for a cool 20 million. And parisexposed was born.

I am intrigued. I will admit it; but not intrigued enough to cough up the cash to get a subscription to it. Free sample footage shows a neekid Paris flashing he tatas everywhere, illicit hard drug use and mostly sex stuff. I guess that’s their selling feature, I don’t know.

My question is how can someone be so careless? Though, it is Paris; can’t assume to much can we? I wonder if she has something to do with this… she is a bit of an attention whore, I wouldn’t put it past her.

This is just embarrassing though. Down right embarrassing. I wouldn’t be seen in public again if this happened to me.

If you have the 39.95 to spend on a month’s subscription… do it! Then come back and spill it; I wanna know. Puu-lease!

So I must apologize. I’ve been very lax in the update department. I know, I know, you’ve been just dying for an update. Seriously, what update is she talking about? You’re thinking. You didn’t even noticed did you? Forget ya then.

For those that do care.

Hello? Where’d everyone go?

Excuse me, I’m in a weird mood – might have something to do with the ten glasses of wine that I’ve consumed fact that it’s Friday.

Seriously though…

Remember Mike’s quitting smoking? How can I put this nicely. He quit quitting again. I knew it would come to this. I was very supportive and didn’t bring it up at all. He came home and confessed couple weeks ago (yes, see, I was behind in updates); which I greatly appreciated. I’m just disappointed that it’s another attempt that’s come and gone with no success. Now it’s going to be another 6 months to a year before he’s going to contemplate quitting again. It’s so damn frustrating. He cops out every time with some lame-ass excuse; just drives me batty is all.
(And for those that didn’t read the original post; I am a born-again non-smoker, so yes I know how hard it is to quit.)

How about sleepy socks? You remember me writing about that? Go on. Read it. I’ll wait.
So, how about those sleepy socks? I am in the midst of testing my hypothesis and believe it to be true. I do in fact sleep better with socks on. The kind of sock does not affect my ability to sleep through the night, but rather just that they are there. I finally sleep through the night! Who woulda thunk that it was because I didn’t sleep with socks on!? All those years of hating the feeling of socks on my feet in bed; if only I had been dead tried every night to be able to get past that. Maybe if I had children earlier in life… I would have figured it out so much sooner (though, to my parent’s dismay, 25 was much too early as it was).

And, overindulgence does not cure my addiction. I really craved them last night. I thought about them and contemplated going to get some. Any sane person would have been far over this addiction after consuming so much. For that reason, I denote, I am not sane. Bob!, tell her what she’s won! Do you remember what my addiction is?

Did I miss anything that you wanted to hear more about?

Okay, so nasty.

Now, I’ve never had a weave but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to do something about it before it comes to this.

It looks like a doll scalp. Ick.

Yo, Brit.

Your doll called.

It wants it’s hair back.

Thirteen of my Favourite Movie Clips

I’ve used up my youtube quota for this post, I promise. I just did funny clips this time.

1. Dirty Dancing - the final dance scene

2. Napoleon Dynamite – again, the dance scene

3. Money Pit (just because I love it so much, here’s the whole clip)

4. Big with Tom Hanks – the dancing scene too(again)

5. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

6. Liar Liar – the elevator scene

7. My Girl – the part where Aunt Flow comes, hahaha

8. Uncle Buck

9. Beetlejuice – the part where they dance Day-O

10. Little Mermaid – my favourite Disney song, Under the Sea

12. Sixteen Candles – I just love this whole movie.; I found a montage that I like. LOL

13. Dazed and Confused – I can’t find a decent clip.. but the part in the car when Slater says “Check ya later” and the guys rag on him for it.

Mike and I were having an in depth conversation this morning…I don’t remember what about; my attention swayed – as it normally does first thing in the morning. There was something different about him. His face looked different; he was close enough that me not wearing my contacts didn’t blur his features.
Something. different. can’t. quite. place. it.

Ah ha!

He has, what appeared to be, a dimple in his chin. Maybe it was the lighting, not sure. But I know it wasn’t there before. Weird! Can you just acquire different features like that? Now, I know it wasn’t there before, because it’s a personal dislike of mine. Not sure why or what the reason, it’s just a deal breaker for me. I am not grossed out or disgusted by chin dimples per say… just not attracted to them.

It’s been bugging me all morning if it was just my vision or if it is in fact there!

Deal breakers for me – I am big on smiles – they have to have decent teeth, little to no body hair (not like a child, but not a sasquatch), and that chin dimple.

Is there anything that is a deal breaker for you? What features do you not like in a partner, and what do you look for?

You an either post in your blog or a comment here, but I wanna know!!

P.S. Did you see the clip I put at the end of this post? Freakin’ hilarious!!

So, riding on the heels of my previous post about depression and this house. I thought I would share something. Now I haven’t been intentionally keeping it a secret as I am not embarrassed. It’s just not something that I felt like blogging about. Plain and simple.

I have been dealing with major mood swings and the urge to slaughter my husband in his sleep with a spoon and anger for the past few months. More like half a year. I didn’t think it was that bad until the day that I completely snapped about a small minuscule piece of dirt on the kitchen floor.

My mom, step-dad and Mike had a mini intervention with me in the fall – September I believe it was.. when I was the at the worst, “fuck the world” mode. I wasn’t happy with a single thing… I then took the opportunity to take a step back and realize exactly what I was doing to my family and myself. I was, in someway, dealing with depression.
I have since been taking antidepressants for my mood swings and anger. I don’t yell half as much as I had been, my patience has increased and I can deal with stressful situations much better then previously. I feel better. I have more ambition and I am happier, which in turn has improved my marriage over the past 6 months.

And not to mention, I have to drink only HALF as much as I used to until I am a belligerent drunk. Life is grand.