Superlatives

Last week over coffee with my besties, Aaron went around the table and handed out yearbook style superlatives.  Each one was witty, honest and had us falling out of our seats with laughter. But all he came up with for me was "Most likely to spend their live savings at Starbucks." Seriously?  That was the best he could do?  I do admittedly love my lattes, but as his best friend couldn't he come up with something a little punchier? After watching me sulk the entire rest of our outing he pulled me aside.  "See the thing I love about you," he said, "Is that you are logical and practical about everything. But you have this outrages secret thing for lattes." He is right. And if that's what I'm to be known for I'm going to really go for it.  Until I go broke I guess.

Hacked

I was finally in the swing of this facebook movement.  My pictures were up to date, I regularly wrote on friends walls, my status was current.  And then I got hacked.  Tragedy. Someone got on to my finally worth taking a look at page and sent notes with dirty content to all my FB contacts. So I had to pull my page.  All those hours spent lovingly finessing every detail to perfection over conference calls at work wasted. To top it off I have to email all my friends that I allegedly sent inappropriate content to and let them know my page is infected and they should delete my messages.  It feels dirty like I'm calling ex-lovers to tell them I have an STD.

The Score: Gym - 5, Couch - 360

2008 has not been a good gym year for me.  I'm an all or nothing person when it comes to physical fitness.  Staying svelte was easy in high-school and college when coach was barking in my ear to run faster and jump higher.  Self motivating is so much harder.  I was on a good kick for a while in 2007.  Started my day with a 5-mile jog or some yoga.  This year I am seriously loosing the battle.  The couch is just too damn comfortable.  But I am really going to try and make and effort for the last 90ish days in '08.  I'll keep y'all posted.

Thank You GW

This may be the only time these words come out of me.  Thanks to my government issued economic stimulus check, I am the proud owner of a shiny pair of fancy kate spade slim wedge heals. So Thank you president Bush. I may hate on you every other day of the week. But today I really do love my shoes.

Tom Brady's Left Knee

Something about the start of football season gets me pumped.  All it takes is a little crisp fall air and the smell of stale beer turns me into a smack talking feisty fan.  I dig out my lucky tee-shirt, sox, tiara (laugh all you want I swear it works) and post the college and NFL schedules on my fridge.  Sure I love the game for all the right reason.  The trick plays, the massive displays of testosterone, that no f*****g way pass that wins it as the clock runs out.  

But I also have a huge soft spot for a certain Pats QB in his tight white pants.  I'm like a squealing pre-pubescent girl at an NSYNC concert every time he gets a close up shot.  So this Saturday when Tom fell to the field clutching his leg a seasons worth of ogling brilliantly flashed in front of my eyes and went dark. Oh my tender heart.

This year I guess I'm just in it for the love of the game.  No ulterior motives for me.  Except perhaps a sideline shot or two of the gracefully recovering TB.

Secret Addictions

So I like to pretend I make my lattes at home, read the Sunday paper (all sections) and choose good for me outdoor outdoor activities over slothing out on my couch.  Secretly, I'm an in the closet addict for all the activities I condone.  

I heart my overpriced coffee house lattes and come up with farfetched excuses not to make coffee in my own kitchen.  My day cannot begin without catching up on my two most favorite celebrity blogs. And sometimes I go to the gym for the sole purpose of watching bad reality TV while I work out.

My dirty little secrets are going to stay just that.  When I saw Spencer out with, gasp, not Heidi on my last trip to LA of course I squealed.  But only on the inside.