Some Things I Love:
- Double-dipping. Don't invite me to your house and present me with chips and salsa if you're going to be an ass about the double-dipping. I. Can't. Help. My. Self.
- Palm trees. Oh God, I need a vacation. Anyone know of any good, inexpensive houses to stay in somewhere a bit more, um, TROPICAL than goddam Indiana? Anyone? ...Anyone?
- The Softies. I can listen to their CD's for hours. Just a real nice sort of jangle feel, mellow and easy. Check out their website, and also listen to some of their music on Amazon here.

- Bella il Fiore's cute little patent leather Eye Essentials Kit. I love it, love it, LOVE IT. Especially for keeping handy when I want to obsessively pluck my eyebrows with the aid of the perfect-sized mirror inside. Consider that my product recommendation to you for the week.

- The Friday Sort-of-a-Hottie, Michael Chiarello. Okay, so YES, he is a chef on the Food Network. So he's not the MOST masculine. Perhaps I've been watching waaaaay too much Food Network ever since I've gotten on my cooking kick, but I just LOVE the way he describes his food. ...Something about a man who can make a reduction and always knows what wine to serve with dinner...he can come cook at my house anytime. *mini-rawr*

Some Things I Hate:
- Itchy bras.
- Neighbor boys who think they are ALL KINDS OF AWESOME for riding their little scooters *eeeeeeee* up and down and up and down and UP AND OH MY GOD DOWN the cul-de-sac *eeeeeeeee* and the THREE DOGS in my house go hella crazy and smoosh their noses on the glass of the windows and front door and YELP TO HIGH HEAVEN until said boys decide they're done being awesome. *eeeeeeee* (that's the sound I have to hear all afternoon oh help me)
- Those stupid singing fish plaques. ACK. Do you hate them too? Well, look what I found! (Probably unsafe for work, unless you've got headphones plugged into your speakers - hah!) Much use of a word I don't like, but it captures the hate.
- Deodorant marks on my t-shirt. Freakingfrackingdammit. That is SO unsexy.
- Feet. This has been established here before. Don't make me look at your feet, don't touch me with your feet, don't spend an uncomfortable amount of time looking at mine. But MommaK at Petroville says we all need to do a foot-check to make sure ours are ready for spring. Luckily, I just did a home pedicure last night. Sort of. And (OH GOD, HOLD ME), here are my poor toes. Please, just glance and look away. I'm very uncomfortable with this.

Some Things I Just Don't Get:
- People who say "Oh, I never watched Seinfeld", especially when you drop a line that pretty much EVERYONE on the planet should catch the reference of. Like..."These pretzels are making me THIRSTY!" How could you never ever EVER watch Seinfeld? I am perplexed. And irritated. Someone pat me on the back.
- Why does Tom Cruise have the right to reproduce when so many well-deserving people aren't able to? WHY?!? The universe, it is askew I tell you. ASKEW!
- Why I have to stare at the sweaty crotch-al area of that Drill Sargeant Bitch Delores Munoz in my Killer Butt DVD while I'm working out. Could she have gone with the black pants instead of the brown? Yech. But damn if that isn't one of the best workouts EVER. She does NOT baby you - no little breaks, no "You can do it!". She instead tells you to "Carve it!", "Create your own energy!", "Dig deep!" Good God I HATE her! But she helps me, so I have to obey.

- Eggplants. I can't ever like them. Is there something I'm missing? All those seeds, and...GAH.
- Why I can't stop cutting my hair. No, I'm not kidding. This time it's gone. ALL GONE. I like to think of it as a self-cleansing, a starting over so to speak. OH SNAP. Pictures forthcoming.













