Friday, May 21, 2010

Keney Rodgers...What a hot mess!

Okay let's begin with a confession. I love Oprah! I especially a crazy Oprah.

On with today's rant...

So today I was watching Oprah. She had on another idol of mine Dolly Parton (who we all know pioneered plastic surgery and without her efforts (I mean all natural breasts), we would not have the medical advancement in the feild of plastic surgery).

Dolly sang a couple of songs which were great! I was also able to forgive crazy Oprah for her singing (you know whenever Oprah has a musician on her show and she says she loves cut #1, but when that number us sung Oprah tries to sing the song and it is apparent she has no clue what the words are...that is a nugget if joy). Anyway, today Oprah knew the words. Brava!

My favorite part was when Dolly was singing and the giant screen separated behind her and out came the freakest thing I've ever seen. It was a 70 year old, father of 5 year old twins, plastic surgery all gone wrong King...Kenny Rogers. I have never seen such a freely image.

Let's all take a moment tonight and chant to Oprah that she will put forth all her power and tell Keney to put the knife down!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

You might be a hooker if...

Just an observation I had today. You might be a Hooker if you were a black skirt that is so short that I can see your vijayjay with back tights and 8" heels. Just a suggestion for those who are thinking of stepping out of the house wearing an outfit like that, your a hooker and your probably on your way to the prom.

Take me out to the ballgame...

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to go to a AAA baseball game with my son. It was a lot of fun spending the time with my son, that being said, of course I took notes to blog about.

Let's begin...WHF(redrick)! Being at a baseball game is tons of fun! You get to spend a ridiculous amount if money on crappy food and souvenirs. Then you get to sit in a hard seat for slat least 2 1/2 hours watching people crouched over like they are getting a prostate examine in hope (cross your fingers) that one of these overpaid athletes (that last word might be a stretch) might hit a ball. While they are waiting on their bases, they stand their adjusting, fidgeting and grabbing their crotch. Just a thought here. But would it be to much to ask for some company out there to make a girdle that fits?

The other joy that I'd had was having to listen to a bunch of idiots yell at the batter. WTF(redrick)...why would anyone do this? As if the batter could here you in an audience if 8333! Also...who ever thought that those stupid horns were a good idea is an idiot!