Welcome!

Welcome all, to my official Blog! Here's my Disclaimer: I am a very flighty, changeable person, which is why this is my "Minute" blog.

Here's what's happening Right Now:

I am gearing up for my next vacation- this time to Schaumburg, Illinois- home of a rather spectacular mall and my very first visit to Ikea! I am super excited, which is most surprising seeing as how I am "domestically challenged." And I want to visit a furniture store? Well, why not. There's a first time for everything. Actually, I am most excited about going to TORRID and SEPHORA, my very favorite stores which simply do not exist in the cornfield paradise in which I reside. I've been very, very good about saving my money even this week, but today I broke down and blew $7 on a Grubber burger and cheese fries.

Here are my Minutes for the Minute:

Friend of the Minute: Terri, who is going to NYC next week. Yay, cheap jewelry and faux Tiffany necklaces for me!

Man of the Minute: I am prone to crushing on unattainable but very desireable men almost constantly. Hence, my "Man of the Minute" section. (This is comparable to Meg Wood's Boyfriend of the Week, which I love, only I can't like one for a whole week straight. To see Meg's Boyfriend's go here: http://www.megwood.com/ )
My Man of the Minute right now is: Ewan McGregor. Ewan is my ultimate man. Gorgeous, rich, and boy can he sing. I had forgotten just how appealing he is (especially after the movie "Stay"- take my advice and Stay Away!) but I caught Moulin Rouge on Vh1 tonight, and wow. Not even Nicole Kidman's shaky singing could turn me off of that movie.

Losers of the Minute: The Amazing Race's Weaver family. Ugh. Ugh ugh. I have a new nickname for them: The Weepers. One of my favorite teams (the Gaghans) are gone, my fellow Dagos went home tonight, and I have a horrible sinking feeling that the makeup-challenged bible thumpers disguised as $2 hookers from Florida are on their way to a victory. At which point I will curse CBS and Phil Keoghan.
Don't get me wrong. I am sorry that they lost their spouse/father in a tragic accident. That sucks. Really. But do we really need to hear about it at every challenge? And then tonight. The Godlewski sisters were compassionate and sympathetic to the Weavers at the racetrack challenge. And what do they get in return? Snarky, rude comments from the kids. Then those well brought up Christian children proceeded to throw food out of a window at another vehicle and then (unsuccessfully) try to underhandedly delay the Linzes. Then they make third place and weep to Phil about how everyone is mean to them. Um, hello? I was so hoping Phil would hand them a ticket for a littering fine.
They are the reason that after twelve years of Catholic education that I now shun organized religion. I mean, did you hear the mom actually pray to God to win a million dollars??? Self righteousness makes me want to vomit.
So in order to not completely hate this season of the race, I have invented a new drinking game- take a drink everytime the Weavers tell someone their dad is dead; take two drinks whenever they cry and whine that no one likes them; and take three drinks everytime they pray to God for money. Which explains why I am writing this journal drunk off my ass right now! ;)

Well I hear my bottle of NyQuil calling my name, so I will be back tomorrow with my new minutes. Peace out!