No, not the Prince song…I’m talking books.

There’s a wonderful interview with Lauren Baratz-Logsted posted on LitPark. Go forth and read.

Sorry I haven’t been around much, it’s a busy week at work. I’ll post more later.

No, not the Prince song…I’m talking books.

There’s a wonderful interview with Lauren Baratz-Logsted posted on LitPark. Go forth and read.

Sorry I haven’t been around much, it’s a busy week at work. I’ll post more later.

Okay, first of all, I’m not a fan of award shows. I love movies and music and fashion, but I could care less about the actual show. I know, I’m a heathen. Shoot me.

Anyway, we flipped the channel just in time to see The Police reunite. Holy shit. I think I peed a little. I don’t care how old Sting is…he’s freaking hot. I mean, uber hot. He’s the kinda hot that makes hot seem cold.

He’s so hot he’s HAWT.

And he can sing, too.

Then we flipped back to Extreme Home Makeover. Now, I like this show, but c’mon, they need to quit hitting us over the head with how much the deserving family deserves the house. Ty talks in his “serious” voice and I roll my eyes. Sorry, I’m a bitch like that. I get that this is serious, but honestly, I get the picture. Just build the house. That’s what we all really wanna see.

Anyway, Ty put on his serious voice, so we flipped back to the Grammy’s. And just in time to see The Dixie Chicks perform. Now, I love these women. The song kicked ass and they all looked awesome.

And somebody ought to be nicer to Stevie Wonder. I’m happy he won a Grammy, but his coat was ugly as sin. His stylist ought to be shot. He’s blind, for God’s sake. He can’t tell you “No, that’s ugly as shit.” I guess his stylist must be blind, too.

Then we flipped back to EHM only to find out that my man Ed was injured. Sorry I missed it Ed, I wouldn’t have, but Ty had a bad case of serious voice this show and we couldn’t stomach it. The thing we love about Ed is that he reminds us of our Brummie Boy. He says things like “brover” for “brother” and “wif” instead of “with” and it makes us miss Simon.

Now I’m watching Justin Timberlake, who I have admitted, I would rob the cradle for. But this is probably it for the night.

Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters here I come…

Okay, first of all, I’m not a fan of award shows. I love movies and music and fashion, but I could care less about the actual show. I know, I’m a heathen. Shoot me.

Anyway, we flipped the channel just in time to see The Police reunite. Holy shit. I think I peed a little. I don’t care how old Sting is…he’s freaking hot. I mean, uber hot. He’s the kinda hot that makes hot seem cold.

He’s so hot he’s HAWT.

And he can sing, too.

Then we flipped back to Extreme Home Makeover. Now, I like this show, but c’mon, they need to quit hitting us over the head with how much the deserving family deserves the house. Ty talks in his “serious” voice and I roll my eyes. Sorry, I’m a bitch like that. I get that this is serious, but honestly, I get the picture. Just build the house. That’s what we all really wanna see.

Anyway, Ty put on his serious voice, so we flipped back to the Grammy’s. And just in time to see The Dixie Chicks perform. Now, I love these women. The song kicked ass and they all looked awesome.

And somebody ought to be nicer to Stevie Wonder. I’m happy he won a Grammy, but his coat was ugly as sin. His stylist ought to be shot. He’s blind, for God’s sake. He can’t tell you “No, that’s ugly as shit.” I guess his stylist must be blind, too.

Then we flipped back to EHM only to find out that my man Ed was injured. Sorry I missed it Ed, I wouldn’t have, but Ty had a bad case of serious voice this show and we couldn’t stomach it. The thing we love about Ed is that he reminds us of our Brummie Boy. He says things like “brover” for “brother” and “wif” instead of “with” and it makes us miss Simon.

Now I’m watching Justin Timberlake, who I have admitted, I would rob the cradle for. But this is probably it for the night.

Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters here I come…

Don’t be hatin’ on my color pink, y’all. If I do decide to use my superpower for evil, you’ll be the first on my list.

You know who you are….

In other news, we’re taking the younglings to see Norbit today. I’m in the mood for stupid funny. Should be a good time. Has to be better than that foul (fowl) Crappy Feet movie. I’m still bitter from my experience.

Don’t be hatin’ on my color pink, y’all. If I do decide to use my superpower for evil, you’ll be the first on my list.

You know who you are….

In other news, we’re taking the younglings to see Norbit today. I’m in the mood for stupid funny. Should be a good time. Has to be better than that foul (fowl) Crappy Feet movie. I’m still bitter from my experience.

First of all, I have no superteam or sidekick. Even The Tick and the Ambiguously Gay Duo had sidekicks. I’ve put calls into my favorite superteams but so far, I’m being snubbed.

Here’s a list of people I’ve called to inquire about an open position.

1. Team America
2. The Tick
3. Reno 911
4. Scooby Doo
5. The Incredibles

Surprisingly, the response I’m getting is lukewarm. I mean, honestly, these teams could use a little help, if you ask me.

I guess I need to work on channeling my superpower before I seriously seek out a team. But if I cannot form a team of my own and they continue to thwart me, I will be forced to use my power for evil.

Secondly, I’ve found myself coveting the powers of others. I spent yesterday daydreaming about the powers I could have. Such as regeneration, x-ray vision, invisibility, shapeshifting, having the power of bologna smell and the ability to throw my foot. Maybe I can’t be a good superhero if I’m constantly wishing for more.

Can a superhero covet?

I think it’s obvious I’m on the road to the darkside. Can an evil superhero still wear pink?

First of all, I have no superteam or sidekick. Even The Tick and the Ambiguously Gay Duo had sidekicks. I’ve put calls into my favorite superteams but so far, I’m being snubbed.

Here’s a list of people I’ve called to inquire about an open position.

1. Team America
2. The Tick
3. Reno 911
4. Scooby Doo
5. The Incredibles

Surprisingly, the response I’m getting is lukewarm. I mean, honestly, these teams could use a little help, if you ask me.

I guess I need to work on channeling my superpower before I seriously seek out a team. But if I cannot form a team of my own and they continue to thwart me, I will be forced to use my power for evil.

Secondly, I’ve found myself coveting the powers of others. I spent yesterday daydreaming about the powers I could have. Such as regeneration, x-ray vision, invisibility, shapeshifting, having the power of bologna smell and the ability to throw my foot. Maybe I can’t be a good superhero if I’m constantly wishing for more.

Can a superhero covet?

I think it’s obvious I’m on the road to the darkside. Can an evil superhero still wear pink?

First off, my deepest apologies for slacking on my blog duties. It’s truly unforgivable that I kept y’all in suspense for 5 days.

I have a good reason. I promise.

At first, I thought it was just a blog-funk. One of my favorite blogs hadn’t been updated in a couple of days, and it made me blue. It was tough to work through that disappointment. But they started posting again at the beginning of the week…and I felt better.

But still, I didn’t blog.

You’ll have to forgive me. I finally know what kept me from blogging. I made this discovery on Tuesday–it’s something I think I’ve known all along–but I didn’t really put the pieces together until the other day.

I’m a super hero.

It’s true. For those of you who watch Heroes…I must be on the list.

The problem is, I haven’t been able to focus my super power yet. But now that I’m aware of my power, it’s only a matter of time.

You see, I’m electric. I have the ability to shock anything and everything all year around. It makes for a very tenuous and difficult time when it comes to kissing or opening doors.

How do I focus my power and use it for good?

Do I really want to use it for good? Evil seems like it would just be more fun.

What should my way cool real super hero name be? Mel just doesn’t sound right. I could go with Melectric, I suppose. And can my superhero costume be pink? Do I have to wear leotards? I have cellulite, that wouldn’t be pretty. But I’m all about the cape.

Hmmm. I like knowing I’m a superhero. But as Peter Parker’s uncle told him “With great power comes great responsiblity.” I just like the “great power” part of the sentence. I think I’ll tweak it to apply it to me. “With great power comes great fun. Enjoy.”

Now I have to hone my evil laughing skills.

Bwahahahahahahahahahaha

I’m so gonna be a bad girl.