Chachi loves Joanie

I was thinking about how I need to buy some razors which led me to wonder how I was doing with shaving cream, which made me think about Bugsy Malone because they shot what looked to be Shaving Cream from their mini-Tommy Guns which made me think about Scot Baio, who starred in Bugsy Malone which made me think about Chachi, the role he played on Happy Days which made me wonder if Chachi was short for Charles and how many kids born in the late 70’s early 80’s were named Chachi by their dippy mothers who were  in love with Scott Baio?  I’ve never met anyone named Chachi but I’ve known plenty of Scotts.

Sorry Sorry

I was frustrated when I wrote that last entry.  Angry that I somehow keep forgetting I have a blog to maintain!  The thing is my life revolves around trying to make money that there’s really nothing to write about.  Or maybe there is and I am just not focused like I used to be.  Whatever.  Sorry for the outburst.

At any rate I need some help.  Is it just me or has all this SEO rendered search engines completely useless?  It’s like results are all skewed anymore.  Just now I remembered a really silly music video from a few years back.  It featured a Spanish singer and the music video was her dressed up like Wonder Woman and she was a stay at home wife for Superman.  She sang this really cute song as she vacuumed her house in a Wonder Woman costume.  I can’t remember the name of the singer or the song.  I must have just now performed a 100 different searches using Google and Bing and I can’t seem to find even the slightest evidence that this music video ever existed. Spanish Music Video Wonder Woman brings up nothing close.  Nor does Spanish Singer Wonder Woman Costume.  Does anyone have any recollection of this music video?  Or can you figure out the search terms to find it?

Always Skinny

I’ve read a couple different blogs that have stated these Always Skinny jeans from the Gap are insanely flattering. My curiosity is piqued because I can’t imagine skinny jeans being flattering but I’d be willing to try them on to see.

Donna's Doppelganger

Donna's Doppelganger

Yesterday after Boot Camp exercise class a woman came over to me and asked what it’s like to drink 4 milkshakes in a row. I replied, “You have me mistaken for Adam Richman, but no worries, it happens often.”

“No! I want to know what it’s like to be so skinny that you can eat whatever you want!”

I wanted to say to her, “With that attitude you will always be fat!” It’s true, I get strange comments like that more often than society’s propensity toward imbecility should allow. I am not fat because I don’t drink 4 milkshakes in a row. So there!

My bedroom is a huge mess. It’s a mess because of me. I take off my clothes at night and throw them on my window seat. The morning comes and instead of putting the clothes away, I just put on new clothes and leave. Then that night, I repeat the process.

The other issue is I throw my dirty clothes into the corner. And I rarely do the laundry with the frequency that my daily showering requires. Yes, the sheer amount of towels I go through is astounding. Right this very minute I should be putting away all those clothes that are littering my window seat. But instead I am blabbering away.

I don’t know why I HATE putting clothes away. It isn’t painful. And the result is a wonderfully warm happy feeling. So why do I hate putting clothes away? Maybe if I could figure it out I could break through and just do it! Oh, and because there are so many clothes on the floor, I rarely vacuum. Gosh I am a disgusting human being. It’s really just my bedroom that’s the issue. Well, and my office too. I hate opening mail. And so it piles up. I also hate doing dishes. They pile up but not so much because I am scared of bugs and I equate bugs with dirty dishes so I have more of a push to do dishes.

It appears that I hate doing a lot of stuff. I wonder why? Especially as I said before, it’s not like these tasks are painful.

Brigantine

Walking along the shore on Saturday, I found myself singing this song:

Or maybe it was this version:

Woke up at 6am

Awoke at 6am. And before I knew who I was and why I was waking up, I had the lyrics of this song running through my head:

It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

I don’t know why.

Dinner Tip

If you have a Trader Joe’s near you and are looking for an easy dinner option, I highly suggest their Chicken Serenada. I made it for dinner yesterday and it was really EASY and very very yummy! Serve it with some rice– in fact it takes about the same time to cook as rice. Talk about convenient!
pic stolen here

Null and void

If you visit this page directly and not through an RSS reader, you may have noticed some changes. I removed the ads. Today at the top of donnaville was an ad for GoDaddy with Danica Patrick. It made me want to puke. Besides, I wasn’t making much money with it anyway. So I took them down.