A month ago, I received an e-mail from the people who created The Snugg, requesting a review of one of their products. I get quite a few of these request, and I don’t usually do reviews, but occasionally something peaks my interest. Remember the Shakoolie? Read the rest of this entry
About two weeks ago, I finally pep talked myself back in to my workout regime. I keep it rather basic. Walking and running intervals for cardio, a few push-ups and squats, and a lot of stretching. All was going well, and I had finally gotten over the don’t wants phase, when my shoes decided they didn’t like my knees and proceeded to launch full on warfare.
Last year I purchased a pair of Sketchers Shape-Ups. A couple of my friends swore up and down their asses were on the fast track to putting Jennifer Anniston’s to shame, so naturally I joined the ass bandwagon. I didn’t run much last year, but I did justify my lack of working out by doing all of my shopping in those backstabbing shoes. Because I never had an issue with them (besides that they really do nothing for improving your physique), I didn’t think twice about lacing up this year and hitting the pavement.
Wednesday, while at the gym, I started to notice a few strange sensations. Read the rest of this entry
In my opinion Sunday is always a good day for opting to have a movie fest. Being that I had not even glanced my television’s way in about three weeks, I decided I would hit up my buddy Red yesterday. Red Box is outstanding. I must say more specifically that the Red Box app is the icing on the cake for this service. It didn’t take me long to choose two movies: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and I Don’t Know How She Does It. Is it obvious that I am a little behind on my cinema going?
Sure, I couldn’t have picked two more opposite movie genres, but I will only be reviewing The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (Note: I did NOT read the books yet.). Why? I want you to actually keep reading, and I don’t want to bore you with a scanty few paragraphs about how cheesy and vomit worthy I Don’t Know How She Does It is and why. Alright, alright, there were a few humorous quips here and there. I’m only being nice because I still have a crush on Sarah Jessica Parker.
This is a dress. This is not just any dress. This is a dress covered in a print of cats. I came across this gem yesterday while shopping with a great friend of mine. She actually spotted it, and naturally we had to model it and take pictures for giggles. Not to offend, but who would actually buy this let alone wear it? Aside from the lovely aesthetics of this piece, the dress style alone could make even Gisele Bundchen look frumpy. Although I am often teased by my friends and family (pretty relentlessly) for mothering two cats of my own, this garment takes the title “crazy cat lady” to another level. Gee, how hypocritical. Anyway, I knew if there is one environment where cats are revered, it is the internet. I knew I had to share. Then things got out of hand when I composed this:
Here is the lesson ladies and gentlemen. When all else fails, you have nothing interesting or relevant to write about, and you want to post something anyway, there is a simple solution. Post about cats. The things I do for internet. You’re welcome internet.
If you dare
- I am a crazy cat lady and proud of it. (knittinggoddesswithacat.wordpress.com)
- Random Cats (laaventuraproject.com)
- Crazy cat ladies don’t have boyfriends. (wildgeesethatfly.com) – Revelation about why I am still single in three.. two..
- Wednesday Cat Whimsy ~ Take Five (seconds of giggles!) (tamerietherton.com)