News.

I read this today:

When Liam Hemsworth approached celebrity jeweler Neil Lane to create an engagement ring for Miley Cyrus he wanted “something unusual,” Lane tells PEOPLE exclusively. “Something really beautiful and romantic.”

I feel like I've read this sentence a million times. Just replace "Liam Hemsworth" and "Miley Cyrus" with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie or Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel and you've got yourselves a story. 

Do you think ANY celebrity ever goes to the jeweler and says "I want something really ordinary. Something really plain and identical to someone else's ring." 

Journalism. 

Imitation

In this house, you never quite know when a rabbit might pop up out of nowhere. Last night, Snickers held his very own acting class, and took himself through an exercise of imitating various objects.

Snickers as a demon, prepping for his future role in Rosemary's Baby 2: Rosemary's Rabbit.

Snickers as a comforter/bed blanket.

 

Perhaps my favorite, Snickers as carpet. Can you even see him? There has to be a future in carpet imitation for bunnies. 

Couch, Meet Butt. Again.

Uh oh. Anyone who knows me knows what this means.

Independence Day is on TV. I'm plastered to the couch. The trick is to turn off the TV before this showing ends and the encore presentation begins. Fingers crossed.

A side note: I always forget this movie features Alex Reger from Taxi. ALEX REGER.

Cheeseburgers and Trash TV

Today was dress rehearsal for my dance company's spring show tomorrow. I teach the youngest kids (Creative Movement) and they are being bunnies in a fun show called "Once Upon a Farm." There are 18 of them. I don't know if you've ever corralled 18 3- and 4-year-olds dressed as bunnies to dance on a stage, but I'd certainly recommend giving it a try. It looks a little something like this:

Post-dress rehearsal I guilted myself into doing Week 6, Day 3 of Couch to 5k, which I am still rocking. Post-Couch to 5k I promptly purchased myself a cheeseburger, fries and a Coke because God forbid I receive lasting health benefit from any physical activity I attempt. Just in case I hadn't used up all the calories I burned, I helped myself to two Little Debbies and washed them down with a handful of gummi worms. Shew. Here's hoping I never lose a pound due to running. 

I discovered today that a good way to measure time is by amount of Lifetime movies one watches in a day. Every movie is exactly 2 hours, it's now 10:12 p.m., which means I've had this channel on... SINCE 4 p.m.?!? Heavens to Betsy. Hopefully the Nielsen rating people don't call to make sure I'm not dead and just happened to die with this channel on. 

Seven Quick Takes Friday

1. A couple of days ago I pulled into the local Y, and this is what I saw:

Really? You're in a YMCA parking lot, so chances are -- so do a lot of people. Hope your self-righteous attitude makes you feel as good as sitting on the couch eating donuts does for me. :) 

2. Seeing that bumper sticker made me think, what kind of bumper sticker do I need for my car? Perhaps something promoting Shepherd University, my alma mater. Or maybe something proclaiming my love for ballet. But then I saw this:

That pretty much explains it all.

3. Finding that bacon bumper sticker was only the beginning. I don't know about you, but once I get on a kick, I keep that going for a while. Funny webpage? I'm reading the WHOLE SITE IN ONE SITTING. Wikipedia is my kryptonite... and my crack. 

4. I'm still laughing at this:

5. ...and this:

6. ...and this:

7. I'll be spending Saturday at dress rehearsal for my dance company's spring show and then I'll be at the show itself Sunday. The little kids' recital is entitled "Once Upon a Farm," and the kids I teach (3- and 4-year-olds) are playing bunnies. There are 18 of them. EIGHTEEN BUNNIES ON ONE STAGE. I can't make this stuff up.

(For way better takes, go see Jen.) 

My Foot Might Have Typhoid. Or SARS.

I wanted to go to the pool
I felt it would be very cool
Until my foot found gum
Already chewed by one
And then I felt much like a fool.

There are some vom-inducing memories even the best of chlorine and hand sanitizer can't fix.

Couch, Meet Butt

I don't know about you, but there are a few movies that if I'm flipping channels and see them on, that's it, I'm stopping and I am DONE FOR THE DAY. Butt on the couch. Snacks in hand. Don't call me, I'll call you.

These aren't even my favorite movies, but for whatever reason, if I see them on TV I just have to watch.

The first is Air Force One. Harrison Ford as the POTUS who's on Air Force One when it gets hijacked? Not only is this the first R rated movie I ever saw (Scandalous. And way cool.) but it is AWESOME. When Harrison Ford says, as only Harrison Ford can, "Get off my plane" -- makes me think that I, too, could be President. And save the United States from the hands of rogue Russian plane hijackers. If need be.

I also must watch, in its entirety, Independence Day. This time Bill Pullman is President. An old family favorite, (growing up, my dad thought family movie night must include a viewing of either Independence Day, Apollo 13 or Twister. And that's it.) Independence Day features Will Smith fighting aliens (not to be confused with Men in Black I, II or III in which Will Smith also fights aliens). When Bill Pullman says, as only Bill Pullman can, "Let's nuke the bastards" -- makes me think that I, too, could be President. And save the United States from the hands of Earth-destroying aliens. If need be.

Lastly, and most importantly, I cannot move from the couch if any of the Star Wars movies are on. A New Hope, Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi. Preferably all three. This time no one is President, but (and if you need me to explain this to you, how sad) there is an evil emperor. If I'm at home on a Saturday with nothing to do (or, say, on a Sunday night of a holiday weekend with nothing to do, for argument's sake) nothing grinds my gears more than seeing Spike TV showing Empire Strikes Back NOT FOLLOWED BY Return of the Jedi. How will I ever know what happened?!? Star Wars is meant to be viewed as a marathon. Obviously. Luckily (for them) I got home in time to see most of Empire Strikes Back and all of Return of the Jedi. Today. In fact, right now. Currently we're on the forest moon of Endor about to disarm the Death Star. Unless you're Luke in which case it's about to get real real with a green light saber and an asthmatic father. Makes me think that I, too, could be a Jedi. And really who wouldn't want to be.

These are dogs dressed as Ewoks. I have no photo credit for this photo, but for what it's worth -- I am desperate to be friends with these people. Whoever they are. I can't stop laughing at this photo.