How Did I Get Here?

My last post of the day, I swear. It amazes me how far a tangent can take you. Last night, I was watching Scrubs. And I was thinking about the actress who plays Dr. Cox's wife. I couldn't remember her name, so I had to look her up on imdb (It's Christa Miller, in case you were wondering. Did you know she is the niece of Susan Saint James? I didn't, but I do now). This, of course, led to the inevitable "what else was she in?" search. And I found out she was uncredited in this t.v. movie with Tori Spelling and Kellie Martin in 1994 called, "A Friend to Die For" (apparently, it has an alternate name, "Death of a Cheerleader"). I actually remembered seeing this movie on t.v. (much like "Too Young To Die," that t.v. movie with Brad Pitt and Juliette Lewis). And, of course, the movie was based on a true story about some high school girls in California in 1984. Suddenly, I am searching for articles on Kirsten Costas (the pretty cheerleader) and Bernadette Protti (the "outsider" who killed her). Who was Kirsten? What did she look like (I could only locate one picture)? Whatever happened to Bernadette? Evidently, her parents moved to Hawaii after the scandal. What happened to Kirsten's parents?

And then I think, "How did I get here?"

Fashion Tip

And here it is - my first fashion tip for the blog but before I get to it, let me preface it with the situation in which I find myself giving this tip.
It is about 91 degrees in the metro DC area as I type. My face is oily, despite all the blotting I've been doing to keep it from looking like an oil slick. And because this seems to be the hottest day of the year so far, and I'm planning on going out after work to hang with some girlies, I decided to dress nicely. So I'm wearing a nice, flowy summer skirt and a white, ruffly around the collar blouse - both from Anthropologie.
I just went to the bathroom and as I got up from the seat, I felt something wet slap my butt. HOLY CRAP - my nice, white, ruffly blouse has a long bow in the back and the bow has come slightly undone and the one tail has dipped into the pool of toilet water.
There I am, running out of the stall, holding the dipped tail over the sink - soap and water, soap and water...AND THEN we redo the bow. Not as bad as I originally thought but I did wash more of the tail than actually got wet.
So what did we learn here? KNOW what you're wearing before you perform #1 and #2 (especially #2) AND if you ladies are talented enough to use a urinal, do it!
Thank you.

Movie Hell

I kind of started something with the Trash T.V. post, so I'm continuing down that line with one of my favorite topics: bad movies. I thought it might be fun to compile a list of the worst movies we've seen and what made them so bad. I'm not talking about guilty pleasures here. I'm not talking about movies that are so bad they're good. I'm talking about the kind that are so bad, you wish you could have those two hours back, even to do something dreadful like scrub your bathroom tile with an old toothbrush. In no particular order (and subject to later supplementation), here's my list:

Movie: Here On Earth
Why it was so bad: When not just my friend Anita and I, but also the pack of teenage girls sitting in front of us in the theater started clapping and laughing at the dramatic height of the movie when Leelee Sobieski's character's knee gives out and she falls in the forest, I knew this was the stuff of legends. Chris Klein, we hardly knew ye.

Movie: The Perfect Man
Why it was so bad: I challenge you to find a worse teen actress than Hilary Duff. But she's not the only problem. Just one fine example of this masterpiece: the "love letter" supposedly written by the perfect man contains a sentence along the lines of "loving you makes me feel like I landed on a triple word score," and this drivel compels Heather Locklear to remark on the "wittiness" of her mystery suitor. This is followed by a riveting IM exchange that consists of a lot of "what are you thinking about?" and "my homemade ice cream would go great with your out-of-this world fudge brownies" which supposedly serve as the foundation for a perfect match between Heather Locklear and Chris Noth. No need to find out for yourself, you can trust me - it's that bad.

Movie: Simply Irresistible
Why it was so bad: Fortunately, I managed to block a lot of this movie out of my mind since declaring it the worst movie I saw in 1999. But I do recall there was a talking crab in it, and I kept thinking he would go well with a little mayonnaise and some bread crumbs.

Movie: Down To You
Why it was so bad: Julia Stiles is not exactly Meryl Streep, and Freddie Prinze, Jr. certainly doesn't do her any favors. The two had zero chemistry, and I'm pretty sure the UPS manual I read from cover to cover when temping as a receptionist had a better plot. On the plus side, it's always fun to see Henry Winkler.

Dirty HOT!

This is a topic that we had exchanged some emails about before and I think we need to bring it back out into the open for others to comment.
Dirty HOT men.
I was watching VH1 (one of my favorite channels next to VH1-Classic) and Bret Michaels was on - probably promoting his show or talking about Poison's glory days...but Amanda's previous post totally reminded me of this topic because Bret Michaels has moved into my Dirty HOT men list (in my perspective). I had thought he was still plain old hot but upon further review, I have to proclaim him dirty hot.
He now joins my dirty hot man list and now Joe Perry has some company.

Trash T.V.

The other night, I was sitting on my couch, restlessly flipping through the channels while simultaneously surfing the net (wireless is very dangerous indeed). I reluctantly settled on Celebrity Fit Club. I have never liked this show. The whole thing stinks: the weird weigh ins, that awful host Ant (who never should have made the cut on Last Comic Standing), the flashback format. And yet, I feel strangely compelled to watch. It's like the People magazine article on Maureen McCormick's (Marcia Brady) weight loss isn't enough; I need to actually SEE the body transformation. But what I wasn't prepared for was the show following it: Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School. I sat there, half watching, half typing away various google and imdb searches into my laptop. And I thought, "What has my life come to?" So I made myself turn off the t.v. and decided it would be best to call it a night. I vowed never to subject myself to such crap again.

But just when I thought I was safe, along comes this:

http://www.thefutoncritic.com/news.aspx?id=20070213vh102

Bret Michaels. In a bachelor show. Somebody please help me.

Why A Blog?

Life is full of observations. Some insightful, some petty. And some are simply random. Rather than let these observations wither away in our inboxes and sent folders, let's share them here. People like to say these things are "for posterity." But really, we are just entertaining ourselves. If there's one thing I've learned from comedians like Jerry Seinfeld and Ellen DeGeneres, it's that the most mundane things are often the most comical. So sit back and enjoy!

Welcome Cupcake!

Welcome to Amanda and Jen's new BLOG - Morning Cupcake.

We are probably going to post a whole lotta nothin', but something for Everyone!

Enjoy!