Celebrity Sightings

I have always been a huge fan of following celebrity gossip.  I once was a subscriber to US magazine (when it started as a Monthly mag.)  and was VERY disappointed when it turned to US Weekly and basically turned into over-recycled pics of celebs and a bunch of trash; a mere step up from the National Enquirer.  Don't get me wrong; I still enjoy the magazine once in awhile and enjoy laughing at the dumb "Stars: They're Just Like US!" comments, but I wish it would go back to classic celeb following, not paparazzi hunting down the latest reality TV star in hopes to catch them coming out of a club with their "newest fling!" <--- lame.
ANYWAY... I don't know about the rest of you, but I am a Team Angelina fan.  This really upsets my friend Caitlin from Life On the Fax.  We have ongoing battles about it and at the end, we just agree to disagree.  I told her that the reason Brad left Jen is because she didn't want to have children and Angie obviously does.  I will argue this point until the day Jen becomes pregnant.  During an email battle one day (after reading that Jen supposedly "hated" the "Rachel" haircut), I asked if Jen had ever heard of this new invention called a scissors.  If she had, then she should use it!  She desperately needed to get rid of that long hair and get a fresh cut.
Well, it looks like her stylist Chris McMillan hacked into my email and listened.  Congrats Jen on cutting that mane; it was long overdue.  No pun intended.
If you wish, check out the article in PopEater; they share my views.

I hope I wasn't too harsh on Poor Jen.  My dream to be famous and make an appearance on the Tonight Show someday is still alive and I wouldn't want them digging back into "Something To Blog About" and this post would suddenly be on the front cover of US.  I can see the headlines now:  Leiann Wright's Beef with Jen & Why She Hates US Weekly!

CHD Awareness Week

This week is CHD week.  Please remember my nephew Deaken this week and wear red in his honor.  Deaken lost his battle with CHD on
April 12th, 2010 at just 26 days old.
One in every 100 babies born will have a heart defect.
Many defects go undetected and aren't found until it's too late.

Our Warrior Deaken

26 Days Forever

Mom's Are the Best

I have been in a late 20's funk for a few weeks now for reasons I won't get into.
I was having an especially rough day on Thursday when I got called down to the front desk at work for a delivery.  I get work-related deliveries all the time so I figured it was just another proof to get approved and send back at some point or another.  Much to my surprise there was not an envelope or a box full of product, but a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter for me!  Without even reading the card I knew there was only one person they could be from.  The one person who knows me better than anyone and always knows what to say or do to make me feel better.  Who other than my Mom.
I know everyone says that their own mom is the best and I must agree.
My mom is truly the best.

Little Pink Tiles

"Oh ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free
Little pink tiles for you and me"

Just a little twist on a John Mellencamp song to get this post started.
It's been over a week since my last post.  I haven't really had anything earth shattering to write about so I haven't written.  Sorry to disappoint (Scott).  I will try to write more frequently.  I can't imagine having the pressure of writing for a sitcom or writing a book and having to make deadlines and having to think of clever things to say all the time!

My bathroom in my house is pretty outdated.  I have loved the vintage/retro little pink tiles on the floor since the first house showing and have never wanted to part with them.  I have dreamed of this awesome retro/modern pink bathroom that will someday be when I can scrape up the money to have it done (anyone interested in donating to the cause?  :) ).  I knew the walls had to go for a couple reasons; A., the tiles are plastic and periodically I will find one on the floor and will have to carefully set it back into it's proper place on the wall; and B., the tiles along with the floral wallpaper seem to scream late 80's rather than vintage 50's.

After being emailed an article from Tuesday's paper Bathrooms still in the pink, I realized I wasn't alone in my love for my pink bathroom.  People are loving and embracing their pink bathrooms and want more people to do the same.

There is even a website out there where you can pledge to save your pink bathroom: www.savethepinkbathrooms.com  I haven't made the pledge but will probably do so once I am on my way to giving at least the walls a facelift.

Curtain Call

I am in the midst of re-retro-fying (is that a word??) my kitchen.  When I moved in, my kitchen came equipped with a semi-yellow brick road floor, which besides having a couple nicks in it, is in great shape.  Rather than spend the money on a new one, I decided to just go with it.  Old is the new New, so why not?  I put new handles on the cabinets almost right away when I moved in (handle grime from unknown people is pretty disgusting to me) and I am now ready to tackle the rest of the kitchen.
After deciding I was going to keep the floor, my next goal was to find curtains.  The current lacy ones with a pale blue border and houses stitched into them, really didn't ring "70s Retro" to me.  So, I started hunting for the perfect pattern.  Come to find out, there wasn't much that was going to fit just perfect with my floor. Then a thought came to me...why don't I just find some cool fabric and have someone make some for me.  After a quick call to my Godmother giving me the green light to find fabric, I was off.  I had no idea I would strike gold almost immediately.  After typing "70's curtain fabric" into Google one day, there it was...like finding three bucks in your winter coat pocket after a long summer in the closet...the fabric I didn't know existed, but knew I had to have.  It was awesome and I just prayed the cut of fabric would be the right size.  Turns out, it was perfect.
After the fabric arrived, Sue (my Godmother) came over, we measured, and two weeks later I got the call:  The curtains were ready.

Pretty sweet, huh?  Now I just have to find the perfect paint pallet and my kitchen will be as Far Out, Boss and Sick as it was in the 70's.

Old Friend...

After a movie and some cribbage with a friend tonight, I decided to meet up with a another friend--  A friend that got me through rainy summer days, made my brother and I, along with the other daycare kids, get into countless battles and allowed me to carry a gun before I could multiply five times five.  Tonight I blew the dust off the red and black buttons and decided to play a good ol' fashion game of Super Mario Brothers.  None of this PS2, DES, or whatever else people are playing these days; I got out my original Nintendo Entertainment System and went a few rounds with Super Mario himself.  

As I was playing, I was thinking about all the kids I know between the ages of 7 and 15 and all of the fancy dancy gaming systems they have now.  I wonder if they would even know how to play the Original Nintendo.  I haven't the slightest clue how to play most of the new stuff out now; I wonder what it would be like if they went back into our world.  I would like to challenge one of these know-it-all, DES, PS2, Xbox Kinect, totin' kids on an old fashioned Nintendo.  I don't think they would stand a chance.  They wouldn't even know where or how to begin!  They wouldn't know what exact bricks to hit in order to get those extra coins to get an extra guy, what warp zone to go to if you want to avoid the cloud that throws the fire and they of course wouldn't have the slightest clue what pipes to go down to get to the dragon in order to save the Princess!  And let's not forget the most important thing-- getting the game to work.  It takes a very gifted person to know precisely how to get a Nintendo game to work: *blow into game, Reset, Reset, Power, Reset right when the words come down, blow into game, Reset, Power, blow into game, flick game up and down inside the slot a bunch of times, blow into it again, Reset*

I may not know how to drive a Mario Cart using the Wii remote, but I do know exactly where the vines are to get up into the sky to the world of coins, where the extra guys are hidden, and how get past the dragon to save the Princess, even without your bullets.

one one one, one one

one one one, one one; how cool!  weird to think that we won't see that again in our lifetime.  i wonder what the world will be like when that date comes around again.
why don't we celebrate dates like this?  we celebrate New Years and that comes around every single year...this though, comes along maybe once in a lifetime.
unfortunately i didn't do too much out of the ordinary to celebrate this rare event.  my dog Rizzo (i like to think i have shared custody with my parents), did however.  to mark this glorious date, Riz went to La'Pooch and got a groom.  fortunately, i was there to capture the before and after shots.  Rizzo pretty much thinks he is the king when he is sitting for the camera.  he usually hams it up and sits real still because  he knows he will get a "T" ('treat' in human terms) once i am done taking pictures.  Rizzo, are you ready for your close up?

doesn't he look crabby in the "after my haircut" shot??  he was probably mad that i made him sit there again.  i am sure he would have much rather pranced around with a toy in his mouth, showing off his new bandana.

happy one one one, one one.  i wonder what one one one one, one one (November 11th, 2011) will bring.  i guess we will have to wait and see!