I can't help but wonder....

So I watched it last night. Sue me.

And I can't help but wonder.......

One ~ No really dresses like that. And if they do, they shouldn't. I'm not exactly Fashion week - runaway- model - type of dresser, but I look at the outfits that Carrie and her motley crew of fashion victims, and I think of my niece on a sugar high going through her mom's clothes. However, I do believe that my niece does better due to the fact my sister has excellent taste in clothes. No one really dresses like that.

Two~ Why are they touted as being so sophisticated? Why is there a following of women and gay men who look to this women as a source of enlightenment? Think about it for a minute. You have a middle-aged sex maniac who has long since lost her self respect to the endless line of male whores that float through her life. You have a whiny, sliver-spooned basket case that lives in a Home and Garden dream world. Then there is the power suit ice queen whose only saving grace is her wit, but let's face after a while you want to punch her. And last but not least Carrie. That bubble-gum, bleeding heart high-heeled hoofed princess that is incapable of forming a normal relationship with any one other than a middle -aged egomaniac! Why would you look up to these women? They represent the worse of our gender. They make us look overly dependent, and unable to find happiness in anything other than a man.

Three~ No one rums several NYC block in 6 inch heels. No one.

Four~ I can't help but watch the train wreck that is their lives. In some sick way I enjoy watching their weekly drama if for no other reason than making myself feel better. Sad, huh. I know that I may never be a size one, or have Chanel, Prada, or Vende handbags, or even live in a 'fabulous' NYC apartment. But I don't have to. I have a family, I have a man I adore, and who adores me, I have travel, and friends, and I love my life.
Maybe its not frustration I feel when I watch these ridiculous women. Maybe its pity.

In the end Carrie and her hags get the endings they always waited. Finally they usher in a new beginning.....

But I can't help but wonder.....Who named it Sex in the City THE Movie???? Stupid.

Mouth breathers.

I can't help but giggle. I wonder if people read what they read before they send their comments into the cyberland? Have you ever wondered that? I'm sure that sounds silly coming from a blogger, but I usually read what I write, and usually there are several corrections made before I take the plunge.

I was reading a post today on a networking site I have been a member of for some time. I read the post, and re-read the post, and wondered what this individual was thinking when they wrote it? Maybe its just the little voices in my mind screaming 'REALLY!, you really wrote that with a straight face....its not a joke!!!!', maybe I'm the only who sees the irony in her statement. Yeah. Its me.

As I don't feel comfortable blurting out the true story of the situation, I will pose a question -- Warning - The characters in this blog entry are fiction and not based on any real person(s). No one was harming in the making of this blog. --

Imagine an online forum. Imagine "you" or someone like "you" would go to this forum on a semi regular basis to check the posts and occasionally post yourself. Then imagine the daily drama posed by certain members - not a stretch of the imagination there - and how silly the drama gets about every six months. Are you following my "hypothetical" situation??

Ok...

Now the the person who involves themselves in the drama on a REGULAR basis has created a post about drama, specifically on how we should collectively make an effort to stop the drama posts. Let's give this person a name....ummmm, how about Kettle. ( I really hope the Kettle reference doesn't fly pass my viewers....)
Anyway, Ms. Kettle would like us all to report snarky, drama-filled posts to the mods in an effort to remove the drama from our forum. Really. Are you serious Ms. Kettle. And of course true to form, a new character adds themselves to this little situation - Ms. Pot. Who offers up a thrilling counter attack on the logic of Ms. Kettle's call to Peace. Oh. My. God.

So, here's what I'm getting at....

SHUT UP YOU CRAZY FORUM HO'S. YOU are the reason many of the neutral and innocent post get dragged into the slag pit for a good bitch fight. YOU ARE the drama. YOU ARE the negativity. In fact one of you was even throw off the forum recently for being snarky, and overly personal towards another member who was stupid enough to ask for help, and a opinion. Poor thing is still rocking on the back of her feet in the corner, and flinches ever time someone IM's her!!

Pot = Kettle = Black.

You aren't fooling anyone. I know your game. Hypothetically that is.

P.S. - The avatar at the top of the blog is funny. Simple minds, simple pleasures. :) Enjoy.

Feel the BURN!!!! Part II

Just a quick update!

Not as bad as anticipated - No mirrored walls, or people watching the fat girl!- It was made much easier by being with my husband. He encourages me to keep going even though I look like I'm walking in the rain. Unpleasant I know.

I have shift those pesky last pounds in order to reach my goal. I have to finished what I started for once in my life. I have to believe that I can do this, and that no matter what anyone says - I did on MY OWN.

So, with that I'm going to finish my dinner of Burger King.....just joking its Popeyes.

Seriously, I actually cooked dinner after going to gym. Am I dreaming......

Feel the BURN!!!!

Feel the BURN!!! Yeah. Whatever.

Its just a whole lot of sweating, huffing and puffing, and pain. Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm talking about exercise!!! E.X.E.R.C.I.S.E. If only it were as much fun as the other huffing and puffing. If its so goooood for you, then why is soooooo fucking boring and monotonous???

And don't you dare tell me it CAN be fun, if you do it right. - Again, I seem to be entering the world of sexual innuendo - Guess what buddy, Bite. Me.

Where is the 'fun' in sweating your over-sized ass off in front of a mirror which is not only reflecting my pathetic attempt at exercise back at me....but I also can see the reflection of all the other people trying not to stare at the fat girl in the back looking as if she will pass out at any minute and FLY off the back of the treadmill!!!!! - Stop laughing Amanda! - I ask you, WHY?

I know this is good for you, but so are Paps, and we all know how much 'fun' they are. I mean, I know exercise is a necessary part of a healthy lifestyle but damn!

Ok, now that I have ranted and raved for the better part of a five minutes. Yes, I type as fast as my grandfather. I am going to the gym.

Oh, goody.

Hawks - Oh, yes.

I'm happy again! SEATTLE SEAHAWKS!

Yes, I'm happy about football season. And why not.

Beer, Football, men thrashing around after a leather ball. What's not to love.

P.S. I swear I will start posting about decent blogs soon....new term + work = less time.