Celebrity Look Alikes?

I have certain pictures in my picture album that always make me think of celebrities. I offer them to you today in this post.

Shania Twain in her “Any Man of Mine” video and me in The Smoky Mountains

Yes, I was trying to copy her look on purpose. Shania was very hot then. And I was young and skinny and could pull off those clothes. (I think.) I was also attempting to attract any guy I could. At the time my daisy duke shorts seemed so skimpy. The shorts girls wear today have half the material of my shorts back then.

Ross Perot, Presidential Candidate of 1992 and my newborn son

“Hi, I’m Ross. Ross Perot. Let me show you my pie chart…”

When my son was born, we were still in the hospital and I thought to myself “This kid has ears to be president someday.” I was thinking of the current president, Barack Obama, who has very prominent ears. But once I got my son home and saw this picture, I could only think of Ross Perot every time I look at it.  I am very happy to report that my son has grown into his ears.

Kid Rock and me dressed up as Kid Rock for Halloween

In 1999, I was obsessed with Kid Rock and his album Devil Without A Cause. Still a super great album, by the way. (I am very sad that Rap-Rock died. I was also a fan of Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Uncle Kracker, Rehab, etc.) I will write a whole post about Kid Rock at a later date.

My company, the defunct bookstore, encouraged us to dress up for Halloween at work that year (Hence the grey cubicle walls and flourescent lighting which appears in the picture.) So, I dressed up as Kid Rock. Some of my co-workers said from the back I really pulled it off. I was just glad to have a new reason to wear my “Debbie Gibson” hat I had bought in 1989. It also came in handy that I had prescription sunglasses.

What do you think? Pretty close? I realize my pants are not baggy enough, but I had to be presentable for work.

Lastly, I present myself, as an elf.

The Keebler Elf and myself

My mom and I were both dressed up for some reason I can’t remember. That makes this a rare picture of me in a dress. We took each other’s pictures by the back door. I’m not sure why. It wasn’t a very attractive location of the house. My mom probably said it was the least dusty or something.

And I have always thought I look like an elf in this picture. You know, the kind that make toys for Santa. I swear I have pointy ears in this picture! But, maybe, you dear reader, never got past my bug eyes.

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What I Learned This Week – 10/28/12

The finished product: Spaghetti Squash with Spaghetti Sauce and Cheese

This week I learned that spaghetti squash is pretty good. My friend cooked some up using a Rachael Ray recipe. I found a recipe of Ms. Ray’s (not sure if it was the same recipe) and bastardized the hell out of it. I really only used the recipe to know how to prepare the squash. For final touches, I just put Ragu spaghetti sauce and an italian shredded four cheese blend on it. My husband liked it. My toddler son LOVED it. I thought it was kind of “eh”. But if it isn’t chocolate-coated, that is often my response.

A satisfied customer (And using a fork! So advanced.)


I also learned this week that I don’t seem to be qualified to work as a part time bank teller. It appealed to me because I thought I would still have some time every week to spend with my son and keep the house clean. I interviewed at two different branches. One went with someone with 20 years of teller experience. (My experience in banking? None.) I can’t compete with that.

I haven’t heard back on the second interview yet, but the job description and the manager made it pretty clear that they wanted someone who spoke Spanish. (Alas, more skills I lack.) The recruiter didn’t seemed as concerned by my lack of this skill.

Spaghetti squash have seeds?! But Rachael didn’t say anything about what to do with seeds!


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Official/original/one & only “I’m not stalking you.” messenger bag.


I found this messenger bag in my dresser drawer the other day. I made it before I had a website. Back when I thought that “I’m not stalking you.” was just a great catch phrase. Or would be a potentially awesome way to brand a clothing line.

The messenger bag in action.


To refresh your memory, here are some other hip looks.

The “I’m not stalking you.” hoodie.

The “I’m not stalking you.” hoodie.

The “I’m not stalking you.” T-shirt.

The “I’m not stalking you.” T-shirt.

The toddler “I’m not stalking you.” T-shirt.

The toddler “I’m not stalking you.” T-shirt.

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Issues with Tissues

In another one of my more confessional blogs, I have to admit something that my closest friends and family already know.

I have issues with tissues.

STOP LAUGHING!!! I know that it sounds cute and rhymey, but it is a serious issue. It causes awkward social situations. More so than I would normally encounter with having anxiety and being a picky eater.

I think my issue comes from when I was a small child. My mother LOVES tissues. (Facial tissue, such as Puffs or Kleenex.) She would have a box or two in every room of the house. She used to sit on the end of the couch and use like ten tissues in one sitting. She would ball up each one and lob it toward the wastebasket. Now, you need to realize that the wastebasket was at the OTHER end of the couch. All the tissues made a pink ring on the floor around the wastebasket. So, like, the next time she got up (possibly the next morning), she would pick them up and take care of them.

This thoroughly repulsed me!

So, from a young age, I refused to use tissues.

    Reason #1: Because my mom LOVES them.

    Reason #2: Because the texture is awful! Too soft!

    Reason #3: Because they can’t capture my snot.

When I blow my nose, I make a big blow. It cannot be contained by a tissue.

How does this lead to awkward social situations, you ask?

Think about when you are the most upset. When you are crying (for any reason: death, injury, etc.). What do people hand you?

A FRICKIN’ TISSUE!

I am perfectly happy using paper towels for any purpose someone might use tissues for.

So, if you see me in distress, NEVER, EVER hand me a tissue.

Thank you in advance.

* My green-haired friend coined the actual term “Issues with Tissues”.

** I don’t have a fear or phobia of tissues. I just find the texture highly displeasing. I do not have an issue with toilet paper for toilet needs. Unless the toilet paper gets water dripped on it from the sink and becomes damp. That totally grosses me out. That makes it seem like it has already been used or something. And, oh yeah, it is still too soft to blow my nose with.

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Artsy Fartsy Photos From Our Trip Today To Sharon Mills

Sharon Mills County Park, near Manchester, Michigan. Look at this place. Could ANYONE take a bad picture here?


The “race” for the hydroelectric generator.


My cutey-patootey looking at the hydroelectric generator.


Sunshine coming in the doors.


I loves me some french doors.


The instructions on the handle make me giggle.


More awesome sunshine.


I was really into doors today.


Just a few leaves hanging on for dear life.


Perfectly framed.


Crap growing on a tree.

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