March 2008


I got to hang out with these 3 pretty ladies yesterday…love them!
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I also visited a new church today with some new friends, went out to breakfast at a fun little diner and thoroughly enjoyed a yummy cup of coffee over great conversation. I finished season 3 of Sex & the City and took a long nap. What a refreshing weekend!

Bottles of Pepsi Ice Cucumber are seen on display at a convenience store in Tokyo this week. Japanese are staying cool as a cucumber this summer with the new garden-variety soda.

Hmmm…..i think i’ll take a pass on this one.

Watch this!! 

Would you want to smell like Hillary Clinton? How about like Barack Obama or John McCain? April Cline hopes you do. The West Virginian woman has created a line of fragrance called Presidential Perfume just in time for the down-and-dirty politickin’ season.

The $25 eaux de parfum and body cremes come in three varieties, each inspired by — but not endorsed by — a different candidate:

  • Hillary: a “delicate floral” with notes of jasmine, violet, rose and musk.
  • Barack: an energetic scent with notes of bergamot and musk.
  • John: McCain’s fragrance incorporates notes of bergamot, water lily, lavender, cool greens, and “frosty musk.”

Although the candidates may have different platforms, it seems they all inspire musky smells. So far, the best-selling scent is Hillary, but Barack is a very close second. And as for John? Cline says the sales are “few and far between.”

So, who would YOU want to smell like?

Based on the descriptions, I would choose the Hillary perfume. Based on who i’m voting for, well that’s a whole ‘nother subject.

Today’s topic: Cover Songs Are Fun!

Brought to you by the wonderful and always exciting Kat…over at The Secret Life of Kat.

My favorite cover song has to be (don’t laugh!) Clay Aiken’s (I hear you laughing) version of “Bridge Over Troubled Water”, which he sang while he was on American Idol and later recorded onto his album (you can stop laughing…he’s a great singer!) This song was origionally sung by Simon & Garfunkel.

Watch this and tell me it didn’t make you a little teary eyed…

 

My name is Brooke, and I Twitter.

I know, I’m a bit behind the times. I heard about Twitter awhile ago, but I never really understood what it was. Who would even be reading it and who is interested in what I’m doing all day?

In the last couple weeks I’ve been trying to get into the art of Twittering. I am no longer Twitterless.

So for those who want to Twitter but they don’t know how, those who created an account but need some motivation to use it, and those saying “Twitter what?”….

Here is a nice instructional video to inform you of the latest craze hitting the Internet.

Do you Twitter? If so, why do you like it? If not, why not?

About 10 years ago, my mother and one of her brothers (my uncle) decided that they wanted to become the “weird relatives” to my cousins and I. Most families have those weird relatives that talk about bizarre things and or always pinch your cheeks when you see them. They decided to go about doing this by making every holiday a very memorable one.

No holiday is ever the same and you can always expect the unexpected

There are about 20 of us….it’s my family, my mom’s 3 brothers and their families, and my grandmother. The youngest cousin is 15 and the oldest is 26. Were all old enough now to fully take everything in and see how crazy our relatives truly are.

By making the holidays memorable, we almost never seem to do the same thing. We have done progressive dinners, picnics on mountains, dinners at old historical forts…and no matter where we go or what we do, it always involves a game. Most everyone is overly competitive and we would all make excellent lawyers because we can argue until the sun sets.  One of our most favorite holidays is Easter because we have the annual Easter Olympics. Yes, you read correctly…the Easter Olympics (to be explained in a future post! Events, special guests, trophies and more!)

Over the last 5 Christmases, my uncle Lance has been making up his own game, all different variations of each other and a supposed improvement each time. The rules never make sense, the questions are all science related, and they always seem to involve 20 people throwing a ball at someone or something. It usually ends up in everyone aruging with him about the rules, the fact that our whole family cheats, and how pointless the game is.

This is the conversation at dinner last night:

Mom: Your uncle Lance approached me today and told me about his new game he wants to debut at Easter.

Me: No. No way. We are done with his games for awhile. His last game at Christmas was a disaster.

Mom: But you haven’t even heard what it is.

Me: No. No way. The last one was his worst yet, everyone is done with his games for awhile. You even said so yourself, need me to rewind the tape?

Mom: Want to hear what it’s called?

Me: Nope. I’m not playing.

Mom: He calls it “Chicks, Bunnies and the Hillbilly Stock Exchange.”

Me: No. No way.

If that’s what we end up playing at Easter, you will see me outside marching in a picket line in protest of playing the game.

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