I Hate To Be The One To Say It...

Well, actually, I don't because it's very true, but... I've decided that Juicy Couture is the Ed Hardy for Women's Wear. Evidence:



Can these trends stop yet? Are we past it? At what point did things like stripes and paisley go so wrong to the point where we had to incorporate skulls and innocent Schnauzers into our wardrobes? Let's just be honest with ourselves here, people!!!

Things That Are Ridiculous, Part 4,291

Two Words: Heidi Montag


Summary: Gross. Not long until she looks like that crazy cat lady, or worse... Joan Rivers or EVEN WORSE, Priscilla Presley (I say that with the utmost respect, Pri).

On another note, I leave in a week for Sundance. I have purchased warm boots, warm gloves, and long johns. I need to borrow a fuzzy hat with ear flaps from Sass, but other than that, I am set. Word.

Halle It Is

Thanks for voting, Halle is the new name of the Berry.

Let's see, what's new? I went to the Revel this weekend. I bought a bunch of artwork as gifts and then a few things for my personal repertoire. (I made the mistake of wearing flip flops in the rain and therefore my feet turned out like so:

However, I got some of this:

So I'm okay with the dirty feet sacrifice. They (my feet) are all clean now, DON'T JUDGE ME. WE'VE ALL MADE THESE MISTAKES BEFORE!!!!!!!!!)

Um, I'm about to wrap up this movie that I've been working on so diligently (and I fervently apologize for being so blog-neglectful) so, hopefully I can get a couple of days off before I start working elsewhere. I think I'm going to pick up a part-time gig in an interiors place until the next show starts... now doesn't that sound fun?!

I have a wedding coming up next month for my friend LJ and am going to be required to get some sort of dressy situation for the rehearsal dinner. Being that I am a fair-skinned redhead, there are only a few colors that I can wear. So, that being said, this week's poll is going to be pretty lame, but what color dress should I attempt to find? Keep in mind that I usually stick to a 4 color wardrobe palette being black, brown, red and green, yet I am okay with overstepping this boundary and going in another shade of those families, with the exception of yellow, pink and lavender.

I Can't Say I'm Surprised

If any of you are shocked by this, you shouldn't be:

For the whole scoop, go to Crazy Days and Nights. The only thing that I'm actually surprised by is that Ed didn't turn out to be gay. Seriously, those green shorts and tank tops were a little over the top, don't you think?

Flashback Tuesday

Back in high school when I was young and innocent, I had questionable taste as far as dating went. I say this because, two of my three high school boyfriends are now gay. Apparently my requirements back then were:

1. Goes to church (didn't matter what church).

2. Taller than me.

So, you can IMAGINE the types that I brought home. My parents must have had nightmares. So, a friend of mine recently decided to purchase a scanner and upload all of her high school photos. This would be one that I thought that had disappeared into oblivion to never be seen from again:

That would be my first real boyfriend, with whom I shared my first real kiss. There was my Pooh that Sue got me from Disney World. Now, I'm not trying to out anyone on my blog, but you can make the decision for yourself if this one stole my makeup... and my next boyfriend for that matter. Wish me luck on the interview!!!!

The Epitome of Class (Part 2)

Back whenever I posted the photo of the black lady with her ultrasound on her t-shirt, I figured, hey, pregnancy can't get less classy than that. Well, I have officially decided to retract that statement.

Last weekend, John and I went over the bridge to Bossier (which I recommend NEVER doing unless you have some sort of extremely specific reason to go such as, fish tacos or visiting a friend). So after we ate fish tacos (I'm getting hungry just thinking about them), John decided that he wanted to go to Hat World or Lids or whatever that place is called in Pierre Bossier Mall.

Side Note: I've decided that malls are places where one should never have to go unless it contains at best ALL or at least one of these three stores:

1. Pottery Barn
2. Anthropologie

3. Williams Sonoma

Honorable Mention: Auntie Anne's Pretzels

Malls have become a collection of what I like to call 'undesirable' stores. They are full of places like Champs, Pacific Sunwear, Gadzooks or The Arabian Gold Herringbone Factory. I can't deal with all of that. I don't want to be bombarded by the guy with the Dead Sea Minerals when I'm trying to get some new underwear from Victoria's Secret, ok?!?

So anyway, off we went to Lids and then John decides that he wants to walk around. Bad decision. There was absolutely NO store in this mall that was even semi-appealing. I take that back. I do like Borders. They have books, which are safe and not trashy. As we were walking past and 'fake-phone calling' to avoid the Proactiv salesman, I spot something out of the corner of my eye: Spencer's.

Okay, I admit. This was secretly one of my favorite places to look during the South Park Mall phase in high school. I always felt guilty going in Spencer's because of all of the trashy stuff they have that I shouldn't be seeing as an upstanding citizen. Like really TRASHY. I'm pretty sure that I learned about sex at Spencer's and hadn't been back since. So, I said, 'Why Not?' I'm here, so I might as well go in. I spotted this immediately after I perused the Sarah Palin: VPILF magnets:

I thought: "Oh, cool! T-shirts." Then I inch slightly closer to reveal Spencer's own line of Maternity T-shirts. Yes, that's right. MATERNITY T-shirts:

Yes, honey. Maybe now he WILL marry you. I immediately did an about face and walked out. This is why I don't go to malls.

Things Every Girl Should Have

Back around 2005 when I first discovered the joy that is Ebay, I had my mind set upon purchasing this:

Yes, a hot pink Swiss Army Knife! Included in the set up is a pair of scissors, tweezers, a toothpick (ew), a nail file and a little bitty knife. I was so excited when I found out that they actually made pink ones, so I snatched it right up by being an aggressive bidder. Actually, now that I think about it, there was a "Buy It Now" option. I also got one for my sister in law, Annie, that was green (Isn't that nice of me?), but I don't think she realizes the awesomeness that she has been blessed with, unlike myself.

Fast forward a few years please to 2007. So, I am at the Dillards at St. Vincent Mall, looking desperately for a black dress for a bachelorette evening (it may have been for something else, but I think that's what it was). So, I look around the dress section and find two or three that I decide that I want to try on and head to the dressing room.

I try on the first dress and I thought, eh? Next... eh? So the last dress that I tried on was adorable. It fit slightly snugly, but it was super cute. Sold! So, I go to get out of it and something similar to this happened:

The damned thing was stuck. I was freaking stuck in this dress!!!!!! OMG What am I going to do? I am not going to call the lady to come get me out of it. I start sweating. A LOT (I'm pretty sure they keep it hot in those dressing rooms on purpose). Panic sets in. I decide that I should sit down, dress halfway over head, one arm out, one arm in. And think.

"Okay Kate. How are you going to get out of this one? It was so easy to get in that it HAS to come off right? RIGHT?? Dang it, this was such a cute dress too. I'm not going to have this moment happen to me again so I guess I shouldn't get it. How did the designer expect people like me, who are extremely intelligent, to get out of this? (Light bulb goes on!)"

So, what do I do, you ask? I reach into my purse and pull out my hot pink Swiss Army knife that has been with me through thick and thin all of those years. And what do I do with it? That's right. I cut myself out of the dress. With the tiny little scissors. Snip snip snip, right up the side. Once the dress was safely off and I was breathing normally again, I discovered a hidden zipper. Idiot! So, I hung it up on the hanger and nonchalantly strolled out of there to the safety of my car. And had a good laugh.

Moral of the story? ALWAYS have reinforcements!

Mistakes (Part 2)

I warn you, readers, that never, under any circumstances, never, should you watch this show on Discovery Health:

I don't know why, but at some point last night between watching a Chelsea re-run (I guess she doesn't have new shows on Wednesdays) and the local news featuring Jim Belushi, I somehow and for whatever God-forsaken reason, turned the channel to Discovery Health. "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" was on and I figured, how could these IDIOTS not know that they were pregnant, I mean really.

Well, apparently, you can go full term and right on into labor without missing your 'Devil's Way Of Saying Hello', have no cravings, develop no bump, etc. etc. All of these women's only sign was fatigue. One had lower back pain. One thought she had OVARIAN CANCER (she was 57 and was tampering with in vitro, so she should have known she'd get pregnant, the idiot)!

Nothing sounds scarier to me than going along with your day and your water breaking, followed by crouching on your bedroom floor while your 9 year old cuts the umbilical cord. Seriously, people, do yourself a favor and DON'T WATCH! Unless, you really want a baby of your own and these would be success stories in your eyes.

I guess if you MUST watch, don't watch the show that immediately follows "Obese and Pregnant" (what is it? Baby week or something?), unless you want a really nice self esteem boost... then by all means, go ahead.

Things That Happen When Kate-Naps Are Interrupted

Lately I have had NO energy. Seriously, none. This may stem back to Friday (unexpected day off when Nancy and I went to meet a friend for a margarita at 430PM at the Oyster Bar and didn't return home until 3AM.

All in one night I managed to run into a girl I taught at Disciple Now 3 years ago, a guy that I had a cyber screaming match with 4 years ago, and a girl that I roomed with in France 5 years ago. Not to mention, I had greasy hair, was wearing a tshirt and had no makeup on. AND it was 102 degrees outside so I was all sweaty and shiny. Ugh. Somehow we managed to go from Oyster Bar to Fat Boys to Fat Cats to El Dorado (where I ran into Losing Anna and the entire city of Shreveport) to Fatty Arbuckles to Stray Cat to home. By the way, there are way too many Cats and Fats in this town. Yeah, so it was an intense pub crawl.)

Anyway, I've been sleeping a lot lately. Like I was saying, it may stem back to bad decisions, or possibly a thyroid issue. I'm still paying off a dermatology visit so I have to pay that off before I have other things checked out (paying for my own insurance is costly). So, Sunday night I went to bed at 7 and last night I decided upon a Kate-Nap around 6. People kept texting me, so I ended up having a break from sleeping at 930ish where I got up and went downstairs to watch The Bachelorette (Jillian is a moron) and Chelsea.

I was all nestled on the couch when around midnight my doorbell rang. I froze and my heart started pounding very intensely. Seriously, there was no way in hell that I was going to answer that doorbell. I thought, if this was someone that I know, they would have sent me a text or called to tell me they are coming over. So it was most likely a child pranking me, or a rapist/murderer. (John warns me to never answer the door, even during the daytime. Goes along with the whole don't talk to strangers deal.)

So what do I do? I mute the TV, slide off the couch and army crawl to the bathroom where I hoped to go unnoticed. I stayed there until I decided that it was safe to come out, turn off the TV and lamp (very slowly and quietly) and tip-toe upstairs back to bed under the covers. I texted John and he was all like "Don't answer the door. If it happens again, I'll send a car out (which really made me giggle on the inside. FYI his father is retired Shreveport Police.)" So, I laid there until I fell asleep again.

Well, this morning, I woke up and tip-toed downstairs (I guess in case the doorbell-ringer was still there waiting on me) and made my coffee and got ready to go to work. I opened the front door slowly and peek outside. Nothing on stoop. No extinguished flaming bag of crap, no DVD (someone left one once), and no dead people or blood. So I glance over at my car and there is this on my windshield:

I was thinking "What the crap?!? I never get this stuff. Someone scared the hell out of me last night to leave a rose on my windshield? Was it John? A secret admirer (I have many)?" So I texted John and asked him if he happened to leave anything on my car and he said 'Maybe'.

OK. Mystery solved. Whew! Moral of the story is that I decided that I should toughen up slightly and that John is a sneaky (and sweet) guy.

Pageants

Back in high school, my mother made me compete in my high school's beauty pageant. It was called "Our Miss Millenium"(original for Southwood since it was the year 2000 and all). So against my will, we went and got a dress, put on WAY too much makeup and pranced around on a stage. That was the same year that there was an ice storm in Shreveport prohibiting the pageant from being a two night event. Normally during the first night, the 50 or so contestants would be dwindled down to 25, therefore leaving half of the girls with some sense of pride of beating out the other half.

Since this year hell froze over, and the show could not go on, it was all squeezed into one night. I, did not make the Top 10. I was disappointed, but mostly just ready to wash my face. However, there was still a chance at winning Miss Congeniality. After all of the votes were counted, a girl named Angela Griffie won Miss Congeniality. Oh well, I thought, I'm sure she was a nice girl. I had this attitude until it was revealed to me that she VOTED FOR HERSELF!!!!!

First of all, who does that? Second of all, I was one vote away!!!!!!! I would have gotten a big ass trophy and something to brag about for years to come if I had only voted for myself as well. Then we would have had a vote-off and I definitely would have won. I mean, I am so much more likeable than her. Anyway, I am not bitter and have moved on. Or so I thought.

I wonder if Ole Angela received one of these in her mailbox before she left on vacation for Seattle:

That's right. I received an application to become Miss Louisiana!!!!! It seems that after all those years, the pageant world has finally seen what they have been missing. In your face, Angela!

Reasons You Should Always Be Nice To Your Bank Teller

I know that it shocks you all to know that I haven't always had the stable career that I have currently. I've had pretty much every job imaginable (except food service. I think I would lose my temper too easily if I waited tables and would end up hocking all sorts of things in drinks and burgers.) So, once upon about 5 years ago, I was a bank teller. I hated this job with a passion although I was really good at it. It doesn't take many brain cells to be able to count to 1000, and that's why I worked with some of the idiots that I worked with.

My least favorite co-worker was a black lady named Gladys. She loved wearing houseshoes to work on Mondays and stripper heels on Fridays. She also had a gold tooth with a martini glass engraved into it. Front and center, ladies and gents. She was the vault teller (meaning she was in charge of the vault and all of it's money.) Indefinitely on a daily basis I had to 'deal' with Gladys. I would either have to sell her money (if I was over my limit) or buy money (if I had none) and we would sometimes have a 5 minute discussion during this time if she was in a good mood. She would tell me her favorite rap songs or theories on how she thought that drinking water with lemons eats away all of the fat in your body. If she was in a bad mood, she wouldn't make eye contact and would ignore me completely whilst snatching money from my hands or throwing it at me. (A bit of a head case, was Gladys).

One Saturday, Gladys was away and I had to man the vault. I was a little nervous because I didn't really want to be responsible for 100K dollars. NOR did I want to be there on a Saturday when I could have been sleeping in. Well it didn't matter what I wanted because I had to do it because there was no one else smart enough. So I approach Gladys' desk and prepare to count lots of money.

Around 1130AM, in walks a lady of foreign descent (she may have been Middle Eastern, I don't really know, it's been a long time, people). She wants to deposit a check and get two hundred dollars back. No big deal. So, I'm sitting there running the check through the check reader and I get out some twenties and I start counting her change (I always counted it three times in order to not be short or over at the end of the day) to myself. "Twenty, forty, sixty..." When I get to 80, I notice that I have a counterfeit twenty that's been in the vault drawer all day. Dammit Gladys!!! You were supposed to catch this! So, I'm counting silently to myself again and trying to decide if she noticed that I noticed the twenty whilst counting. I decided that I hadn't paused long enough to throw up a red flag. This was the biggest conflict of my telling career.... So what did I do? Did I take out the fake 20 and risk being short that day?

"20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 20, 40, 60, 80, and 200. Thank you Ms. ____ Have a nice day!"

Her twenty looked a little something like the bottom one. Oops. I felt a little guilty about it, but she was foreign. She would never know the difference, right? Oh well.

My Secret Guilty Pleasure

I fear that this post may be cause for some of my friends to delete me from their lives, and I'm semi-embarrassed to admit this, but I LOVE this show:

Paris Hilton's My New BFF Season 2. This show is so ridiculous and so dumb that for whatever reason, I am mesmerized by it. On last night's episode, Queen Paris (who for whatever reason is constantly wearing a bejewelled headband and thinks it is cute to talk/squeak like a twelve year old) introduced the wannabe BFF's to her friend Mark. Mark is engaged and getting married in three weeks. So basically she had the BFF's take him out for his bachelor party as this week's challenge. They get there and these girls/boy get wasted!! One girl (Monica) gives Mark a lap dance where you could see her vagina as well as her entire breasts (it wasn't a pretty sight, as she is not a Size 2 like Paris is. Not that that would be a pretty sight anyway), and then another girl (Arika) makes out with Mark, all while Paris is watching nearby.

The morning following the party, Paris arrives in her pink Bentley and has all of the girls come outside for a meeting. Except for Arika (Paris had Onch keep her inside and told her that she had a surprise for her. By the way, this is Onch:

Onch is the most ridiculous character I have EVER seen on television. He/She was a former contestant of Paris' first season of the BFF show and ended up losing. However, he is such a character that she brought him with her as her 'Pet' to this season. Onch is a man who thinks he is a woman. He dresses and talks like a 15 year old school girl. So, I guess you could say that he is transgender. One more photo of Onch just for fun: And yes those are Mickey Mouse-Hair ears)

So anyway, Onch finally brought Arika outside to her 'surprise' which included Arika doing the walk of shame and apologizing to Mark for making out with him and behaving like a backstabbing slut. THEN, Paris brought out Mark's fiance and had Arika apologize to her, just before dismissing her from the show.

I was so embarrassed for her!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, that has to be the worst, right? Then Paris kicked Monica (Vagina-Flasher) off the show for being so slutty in public saying that Paris had a mental image of her vagina etched into her brain. I was sort of proud of Paris for doing that. Maybe she does have some values? Eh, probably not.

When Paris dismisses a contestant from her show, she even manages to add insult to injury by telling them: T.T.Y.N. (Talk To You Never.) I believe I have a new slogan to add to my abbreviated speak. I can't get enough!

Things That May or May Not Be Held Over My Head For the Rest of My Life

Over ten years ago, John picked me up for our first date (we were going to church) and he pulled up in the driveway and honked. In the pouring rain. Wasn't planning on coming to the door at all. My mother, myself and my friend Paige looked at each other in disbelief. He honked again. We continued to sit there and wait. Finally he came to the door. I haven't let him live it down since. I fear that my honk moment is on the horizon.

So, John and I are getting super excited about our trip to Seattle at the end of this month. I have booked the flights, and just a few days ago, I booked a hotel. We originally had a hotel that was going to cost us in the range of $1400 (is that too personal? Nah.) I thought that this was ASTRONOMICAL, but it was the hotel that John HAD to stay in because it was close to the part of town that he wanted to be. Well $1400 is nearly two mortgage payments for me and I am not going to pay that for a six day jaunt. So I started looking around for something that would end up costing us less. (We are cheap.)

I don't even remember how exactly I ran across this hotel, but I thought... for a total of $600 for six nights, and a block from PIKE PLACE MARKET (!!!!!!!), I do not need a hair dryer and flat screen with my room. So, I sent John a text saying, I found a hotel for $800 less than other room and he said get it. So I got it. I present to you The Moore Hotel:

The Moore was built in 1907 and has a lot of history behind those walls. There is also a theatre attached to it (the oldest theatre in Seattle) which was apparently the place to be when it was built. Acts still perform there today. I thought all of this was pretty cool when I went and looked around their website after I booked the trip. There weren't many photos on the website, but I looked on Trip Advisor and there was a 4 out of 5 star average. I kept investigating and found three interesting, yet hilarious reviews:

Review 1: "The greatest thing about the Moore is that it has the Nite Lite downstairs so you can get completely shitfaced drunk and stumble backup to your room with a stolen plant from the bar and since you are still in the same building not feel remorse for stealing it. If you get the suite there is a lovely table on which you can place the stolen, yet not stolen, plant and admire it." - Drue from San Francisco A photo of said Nite Lite (which upon further investigating, seems like a West Coast version of the Tiki Tavern minus the karaoke!):

Review 2: "There are a lot of sites to see around the hotel, including the adjoining Moore Theater. I am going off on a tangent from the hotel a moment, but the theater is reputed to be haunted. During our stay, the TAPS team was at the theater investigating paranormal acitivity throughout the night. If you are unaware, TAPS investigations are aired on the Sci-Fi channel and can be pretty entertaining. Back to the hotel. The lobby and the rooms are very spartan, but we are not here to stay at the hotel all day. The rooms lack air conditioning, but the windows open! We also got to spy on the camera crew below, after our night on the town. Three stars for the hotel, one more added for the "celebrity sighting" of TAPS. And yes, we would stay there again." - April from Portland (Steph- I need to borrow your tape recorder.)

Review 3: "Once you're checked in, you might notice all the marble lobby with the art decoish furniture, the creepy hallways (different floors are painted different colors, but it all looks like something out of a twilight zone episode) and the view from the upper floors. The Moore is a 'historic' hotel, meaning that sometimes the tile in the bathroom is cracked and the floors creak and there aren't many modern conveniences, but none of that matters because it's got crown moldings and shit. The Moore Hotel is also cheap, and right downtown. Visitors with drinking problems will appreciate all the bars nearby; The Nite Lite is in the building, The Whisky Bar is across the street, and Shortys, The Virginia Inn, and The Blarney Stone are just a couple blocks away. I'd stay here again next time I'm in Seattle (which should be soon.) P.S. Room 618 has a really cool iron clawfoot tub, in which at least one Yelper has passed out in a bridesmaid's dress." - Matthew from Boston

A photo of said creepy hallway:

Two more photos... Photo #1 of a few amenities. Photo #2 of a nice little view:

After further investigation and a few prayers, I decided that I am not worried. This looks like an upstanding, economical, historic, efficient (in terms of walking) and quaint decision that I have made. John may be slightly worried, but I am not. I am confident that this place will be fine and that we won't be attacked by zombies, or drunks and their plants.

However, if this is not the case, I am confident that this will be grounds for persecution for years to come.

Things That Still Baffle Me

Approximately seven years ago I was enrolled at little place called Louisiana Tech University in the thriving metropolis of Ruston, Louisiana. College life was pretty great. It wasn't your typical college experience that you would think a young girl away from home would have. No sorority parties or all night keggers for me. Instead, I was involved with bible studies, outreach programs, staying up late playing Uno.. pretty innocent activities and I am very thankful for them since they kept me out of trouble.

Toward the end of my sophomore year at Tech, I started dating a guy that was great and that I really liked a lot. Right after we started dating, his birthday rolled around and I was a little uncertain as to what I should get him after only dating him for a few weeks. So, after much thinking and polling of friends, I decided on a Cool Water (it takes you back, doesn't it) gift set that ended up costing me (or my mom) around $60. Man, I thought, what a great girlfriend I am! I can't wait for my birthday (that would come six months later in November)!

All throughout the fall I looked forward to what my boyfriend would get me. I was hoping for something creative and thoughtful and one of a kind. That is exactly what I got. Behold, the infamous keychain: (The Front)

And, ladies and gentlemen, The Back:

Yes, that reads "Yeah Baby." I know what you're thinking. "Ya'll dated for six months and he gave you this keychain?" Yes. That was my birthday gift. How thoughtful and creative. I guess that is what I wanted, right? I am still in disbelief that this keychain has still remained findable after so long, but that is one gift that always seems to pop up at the most random times.

Stories of the keychain have been around the block for a while now. Back when John and I started dating, I told him the story of the keychain and since then he has been VERY timid when purchasing gifts for me. He thinks that I will absolutely trash anything he gives me, so he shuts down when trying to be creative (someone help him, please!). So now I just have to tell him what to get me to avoid getting nothing. For instance, I have to say "Get me a pair of cheap earrings if you can't think of anything to get me." Or, "Since you broke my camera, get me a new one for my birthday." He's so scared that I will ridicule anything that he gets me which is absolutely not true. I loved my camera (until it broke, then of course it was all his fault for picking a crappy one, but never fear, I fixed it via the Telephone Book Trick, remember?).

Imagine my surprise, when he came back from his cross-country journey bearing gifts. Yes, I got a foam finger to complete my Foam Fingers of San Diego collection, as well as some earrings and an actual Joshua Tree from Arizona. I got a little something else from Arizona as well:

And the back view:

I couldn't help but laugh when he handed me this Arizona Kate keychain. But bless his heart, at least there was a cute pair of earrings included in my prize baggie!

Warning: This May Be A Long One (Or Maybe Not)

I have somewhat of a bone to pick with ABC. So, apparently they went and cancelled two shows that I semi-enjoyed watching on a regular basis. Samantha Who? and Cupid:

(I'm not sure why Barry Watson was left out of the above Samantha Who? Cast Photo)

Now, I realize that these aren't groundbreaking shows or anything, but they are a nice, lighthearted break from some of the other crap that they show on their network constantly (i.e. Dancing With The Stars, In The Motherhood (which is literally crap, stick to your webisodes Jenny McCarthy), The Bachelor, Supernanny, Wife Swap, I could go on and on...

As I was sitting here racking my brain as to why they would cancel these shows, all of a sudden it hits me. These shows have connections to What About Brian? (which was cancelled two years ago and sent me into a downward life spiral):

Both of these shows have actors who starred in What About Brian? It seems that when an actor from Brian goes on to a new show, they curse the new show with cancellation, with the exception of a very small handfull.

See for yourself:

Barry Watson (who played Brian Davis):

He starred on Samantha Who? as Todd the love interest and the show was cancelled. Perhaps he shouldn't do shows with questions in the title.

Rick Gomez (Dave Greco):

Rick starred on Cupid as Felix. Now cancelled. It does appear that he has signed on to be in the next Transformers. Hope that works out better for him.

Krista Allen (Bridget Keller... not ringing a bell? Well she was the slutty co-worker of Brian that he ended up dating and I'm pretty sure they had a sex scene on a desk in their office):

(This was the only photo I could find. Sorry for the boob shot, or depending on who is reading, you are very welcome.) Apparently all that Miss Krista here has been on since Brian was one episode of Cashmere Mafia, which was cancelled. She played "Victoria."

Stacy Keibler (Stephanie, Brian's sexy co-ed downstairs neighbor who sparked a lot of drama with ole Bridget up there with the boobs):

While Stacy went on to appear on the 2nd season of Dancing With The Stars (and coming in 2nd), she also made a short stint on October Road, which was cancelled after it's 2nd season (what's with her and 2nd's?)

Now that's enough negativity for one post perhaps. I'll go on to list the What About Brian? cast members who are seeing slightly better days than these other ones:

Sarah Lancaster (Marjorie Seaver):

Sarah here is currently starring on Chuck as Chuck's sister Ellie. Good for her that Chuck hasn't been cancelled... yet.

Rosanna Arquette (Nicole Varzi):

Rosanna here hasn't done much since Brian. However, she is in the new TV movie "Northern Lights" starring LeAnn Rhimes and that dude that she cheated on her husband with. Rosanna's character's name is Charlene. This is how you know it will be good.

Finally, we have Jessica Szohr (Laura):

(Jessica) Laura here (the roommate of Stacy Keibler's character) was probably my least favorite because she was SUPER annoying and whiney, however, she has gone on to have the most success of the others. She is now the face of some cosmetic or soap or something and she has a pretty good role where she is less annoying on Gossip Girl (as Vanessa).

Well, all I have to say is that I hope ABC learns their lessons about continually reusing the actors in Brian. They apparently don't have audience appeal or their shows would get better ratings, right? I guess I'll go back to watching the Game Show Network since everything I get interested in gets cancelled.

I Could Be Wrong, But...

After seeing this photo of Kate Gosselin, I'm pretty sure that she has the female version of a mullet. This is very Keithville of her:

Bless her heart.

The Magic of Photoshop

Now, I am not one to normally go out and write something negative about a redhead (unless it's Carrot Top. He is a freak of nature that should be made fun of). However, today as I was hitting "Thumbs Down" on a John Mayer song (why, oh why does he seem to have similar musical qualities to Sting?) I noticed an advertisement where Wynonna Judd is featured. Apparently she has been hired as the spokesmodel for 'Connections' by Hallmark. Of all people, why you would hire this woman to the face of your company is beyond me:

Nevertheless, there she was invading my workspace with her face. However, she didn't look like she did recently in the above mugshot (arrest for drunk driving, bless her heart. GET A CAB WITH YOUR MILLIONS OF DOLLARS! Speaking of drunks, take my poll!), she did manage to look like a completely different person:

Wow!!!! If that is what a little Photoshop can do to a person, sign me up! The magical powers that be have managed to skim off, I'd say, about 50 lbs. She lost her other chin!!! And her NECK! I would love to lose my other chin. (Come on Slim-Fast and tennis. I have a high school reunion looming in the near future if you didn't read the first time I talked about it. Must. Look. Hot.) I wouldn't mind being enhanced in all photos, especially the one-armed ones that I like to take of me and my friends when we are too lazy to get up and ask someone next to us to take it. See for yourself:

So after some Googling, I remembered that Wynonna is the spokesmodel for another company. Alli (the diet pill, not Britney Spears' cousin). Maybe she lost all that Photoshop weight on her own (with the help of Alli of course). But for whatever reason, I doubt it.

I Dream of Blue?

Growing up, we had a cat. Don't ask why. We all hated cats for different reasons. My brother was allergic, Mom hated all the hair everywhere, and I thought they were shady. Nonetheless, one day Keithy brought a cat to the house and it ended up becoming a permanent resident. She looked a lot like this:

We didn't know what to name her because none of us really liked her. We decided that in certain lights she had a blueish tint to her coat, so therefore we named her Blue. Original, I know. (Turns out she came with a different name, but we all thought that Sir Nelson was a little formal and weird, AND Sir Nelson turned out to be a Miss Nelson, thus the name change).

Blue lived with us for about 5 years when Mom came up with the idea that she wanted to build a new house. So Blue and the 4 dogs that we had at the time (My stepdad is a vet, don't judge) moved. Sue decided that Blue shed WAY too much to have her live in the house, so she was banished to the garage. She acted like she always wanted to come inside, but secretly I think she loved it out there. She got to hunt bugs, mice and had numerous adventures to where she would go missing for a few days here and there.

Over the course of her garage life, she lost an eye. So then her name changed from Blue to Blue the One Eyed Cat. At some point I accidentally ran over her with the car when backing out of the garage. I never told my parents that for obvious reasons... then eventually she passed away a few years later. I eventually told Mom, but not Keithy.

So last night, under the influence of a Tylenol PM, Blue came to me in a dream. It was very surreal because in the dream, I lived at the house in Ruston that I lived for 2 years. There were all of these cats wanting to come inside the house, and Blue was one of them. (I called her simply Blue because in this dream, she had both eyes). She seemed to be trying to tell me something.... then my phone rang in real life and woke me up. I wish I could have been asleep just a little bit longer in case she had something important to tell me.

Oh well. I'm just glad to know that when she went to heaven, she got her other eye back.

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