Why are all you people still coming over here?

Update your links, bookmarks, favorites WHATEVER...

I might be super ambitious but I'm sure as hell not going to be keeping 2 blogs...

www.rosalicious.com

Told y'all the end was near.

That's it.

I'm done.

I just can't take it anymore.

This blog is ugly.

It sucks.

Hideous, I tell you.

So.....

Goodbye.
















Blogger!!

I have a new blog! YAY!

www.rosalicious.com

I am just getting settled in over there so please excuse the mess, if you will.

And don't forget to update your links, pretty please.

xoxox

Debbie downer.

Here's something lame to keep your rosalicious apps satiated while I, um, figure out what the hell to do about stuff...mainly of the BLOGGER/ING variety. The end might be near, I'm afraid. Maybe altogether.

Feeling: Sore
Thinking About: Technology
Your Family History: Dysfunctional
The Last Person You Had "Words" With: Kevin
Want To Fly Away To: Beach
Hate the Sight Of: Roadkill
The Sport Whose Players Turn You On: Snowboarding
Favorite Color Ink: Black
American Idol Judge Who Irritates You Most: Paula
Place You Thought Monsters Hid When You Were Little: Woods
Favorite Spice or Herb: Kosher Salt
What You Like for Breakfast: Breakfast Burritos
Your Living Room Couch: Fur-covered
Most Recent Purchase: Thai Food
Hours You Typically Sleep On Weeknights: 9
Something You Dislike: Monday mornings
A Favorite Color: Green
Your Snack When Willpower Is Nonexistent: Chips and Salsa
Your Bedsheets: Also fur-covered
The Part of Your Face You Scrunch Most Often: Forehead
The Last Thing You Thought Was Funny: Nothing so far today
What You're Going To Do Now: Check my email

Evidence that I'm not in as big a funk as you probably think I am:



Other more interesting things are taking precedence these days and I'm just not feeling it here lately.

I know, right?

You'd think that since I'm not doing much of anything right now, I'd post something.

Wouldn't you?

I hate this effing blog.

Vomitous.

You know, I've always thought of the stomach flu as some sort of urban call-in-sick-to-work myth. Or, perhaps more commonly, as a euphemism for a hangover.

(Maybe that's just me.)

I mean, who gets the stomach flu? Not me. At least not since yesterday: the honest-to-god stomach flu is what I've had for the past 36 hours. And it kicked my little butt to the toilet and back. About 50 gazillion times!

So I'm doing a little better today. This word no longer makes me want to hurl:

Calabacitas.*

I'll try to return to my blogging obligations as soon as pie. (pie?)


* What we ate on Super Bowl Sunday, as well as lunch on Monday...


PS. I have now gone from this:
- Learn how to knit (finally!) and take a wine class

To this:
-Learn how to knit (finally!) and take a wine class.

I had to miss my fucking wine class last night!!!!!!!

Craving a Lil' Smoky Cheeseball.

This week me and another blogger were interviewed by The Wall Street Journal for a piece about evite. She wanted to know how we used evite and if we had any "funny" anecdotes about it.

Aaaaaaahem. No. In fact, I said something to the extent of "Well, if you call returning a full keg because people who responded yes to the evite didn't show, funny."

(OK, so she might have thought that funny. I was thinking bummer, mainly.)

I don't know if it's really evite itself that irritates me - as in, do I hate the player or hate the game? (Or some variation of that cliche.) Maybe it's the player. For example, why the hell don't people respond? We can SEE that you've looked at the damn thing, we can SEE that you've looked at it twice, even three times, in fact.

(For the record, allow me to point out that I don't have any evites out there right now. I'm not bitter anymore, thank you very much.)

Slightly less irritating: when people say yes on the evite, and then don't show. Things come up, OK. I get that. But you CAN change your response. In fact, I would think that it would be easier for some people to go in to the evite and repsond NO than make a phone call. (Although a phone call is nicer and somewhat better etiquette.)

Anyway, along these same lines, I just finished I Like You: Hospitality Under The Influence by Amy Sedaris.

[This book KILLED me. I laughed out loud the whole way through. Best thing I've read in a long long time. Sooooo funny.]

Her book is jokey but it isn't necessarily a joke book. She truly makes some awesome points about entertaining, one of them being: fucking RSVP to shit, people! (In so many words.) It's insulting to your hostess not to. By "teeter-tottering" you're implying to your hostess that you're waiting to see if something better will come along before you decide. Plus, someone was nice enough to invite you to something, don't you think you should be nice enough to respond, regardless of the fact that you might hate evite?

What do you guys think about evite? What do you like or dislike about it? How is it changing the way we socialize?

Hey, here's something awesome!

One of Kev's good friends from home's film, Padre Nuestro, won best U.S. Drama at the Sundance Film Festival last week.

You can click here to see Chris talking about his film.

....Umm, yeah, OK. So this is HUGE.

Congratulations Chris!