10.28.2010

HFGBC Election Day Special: If the 2010 Texas Governor's Race Was Based Solely on Hair, I Think We All Know Who Would Win

I must start by saying that I don't know jack about politics. I don't care about politics, and since they are rarely covered on E! News Daily, I am scandalously uninformed. I do think that I hate politicians, because they all seem a little shady, and not the good/sexy kind of shady like my Dad or that Wes character on Urban Cowboy either. Thus, I generally keep my head into things I understand, like a Real World/Road Rules Challenge, or Brett Michael's Rock of Love.

Then along came this governor's race. Note that I use the term "governor's race" as opposed to the correct, "gubernatorial race." I will not use the term gubernatorial, and I may cut anyone who does. Don't judge. So what got me hooked this time were the ads. Now, if I learned anything in my 7th Grade Texas History class, which I know I did because it was taught by a gym coach, it is that the governor of Texas has no power and the real power in this state is held by the lieutenant governor. This has to do with the Civil War and possibly some carpetbagging yankees or something like that. The point being that we really shouldn't even care who the governor is because he's just a figurehead. But the ads, they are just so good. You see Rick Perry, and his rugged good looks and fabulously styled wings, looking like a super hot rancher in a Carhart jacket, and I'm like, now that's a governor I can really get behind. Then along comes poor, sad Bill White. He's got a great big ole bald head, some sweet-ass dumbo ears, and I don't even know what kind of jacket he's wearing, but it doesn't look at all hot Texas rancher-y. It looks more pencil-pushing computer nerd/IT guy at your work-y. Like this dude has a chance.


I guess the good news is that (hopefully) most Texans are far more informed than me and also make decisions not based on looks. Not to say Rick Perry isn't great, because I truly have no idea what he stands for, or what Bill White stands for either. I'm just saying that if this shit came down to hair Bill White's got no chance, cause I likes my figureheads covered with glorious feathered hair that has been carefully sprayed with some Consort Men's Hairspray.

You're Welcome, Rick Perry.

10.20.2010

Runner's High: Only for People Who Have Never Actually Been High

As you all know, my Dad is super duper skinny/heroin chic/manorexic/frequently shirtless. How did he get this way? I say genetics (his grandmother was 6'1), he says exercise. Specifically, running. So, in an effort to lose lbs for my reunion, I took his advice for the first time in 20 years and started running. And by running I mean walking mainly and running for like 1.5 minutes at a time and then nearly passing out cold. I got some sweet plan off the internets that tells you how to run a 5K in like 30 days. First off, what the hell is a 5K? Last time I checked, we live in America, where the metric system was declared unconstitutional years ago. But anyway, I started following this 5K plan. Mind you, I have no intention of actually running an actual race, because I find grown-ups who race other grown-ups to be ridiculous. Don't even get me started on those f'ing 13.1 and 26.2 bumper stickers. I thought they were radio stations for like two years before I realized they are for runners to brag about how far they run. Gross. Seriously, if you run so long that your toenails fall off, you're f'ing bonkers and need professional help, not a bumper sticker. But back to the plan, you start off running like 1.5 minutes then walking some, then slowly increase the amount of running and decrease the amount of walking - you get the picture. So I come in all red-faced and sweaty, smelling like a bag of nacho cheese Doritos after my first "run," and I am seriously pissed. I feel like shit. Not in the least bit "high." So of course I scream at my Dad and start talking constantly about my runner's low. At which point he explains to me about endorphins or some other mumbo jumbo that this cult of runners like to perpetrate amongst themselves, and anyway I tune out and start reading a magazine. Leave it to some exercise fanatics to talk about something they have zero knowledge of - like being high. RUDE!

I am still running by the way. I look more like I am falling down and I have seen actual snails go faster than me, but I keep on trying. And needless to say, I am STILL NOT HIGH. I'll keep you posted if this changes, but I wouldn't hold your breath. Unless of course you come anywhere near me after one of my "runs."

10.19.2010

Holla if you're 'bout ready for this sh*t to go VIRAL!!

So I have nothing of interest to say whatsoever, except the following:

1) Seriously, this blog needs to go viral (whatever the hell that means) so that I can make bank and quit working. Like forever. Oh, who am I kidding my Dad would make me work even if I won the Powerball. Regardless, let's take this sweet blog to the streets, because I wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad.

2) I would like the record to reflect that I originally wrote a full-on bad word in the title of this post, then, remembering my classiness, put a classy-ass asterisk in instead of an "i". Two points in the classy collumn for Jill.

Peace out!

10.14.2010

Get on board

Read it.
It's a trilogy.  I have only read the first one but will be getting the others stat!

I read it in 3 days.  But could have read it in one had my children all been in school.
It's a young adult book.  That means it is super CLASSY!

Get on board...you know you want to.
Movie slated for 2013.  I will be back by then, so I will begin planning the midnight showing.

 Holla!

Could this new series possibly replace Twilight?

10.12.2010

How to be Classy


How to be Classy
from the article foundhttp://www.wikihow.com/Be-Classy

Being classy is not about being stuck up, it is about having style and taking care to be polite to others and to reflect a genuine interest in them. It is also about being confident in yourself. This article will teach you how to move through life with class and ease.
When you are done reading this article, you should know how to be classy, or: selfless, generous, compassionate and responsible.
Steps
.                1
Treat others the way you would want to be treated. The Golden Rule truly is a time honored guide for treating others with class. Giving others advance notice before cancelling dinner invitations, speaking up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, calling your parents to update them on yourself, checking in with friends; these are all simple gestures that demonstrate your class and authenticity. Ensure you choose friends who share your values.
HFGBC definitely honors step 1 as we have many, many email threads that show we are constantly checking in with each other.  Now if they are of relevance to anything important is clearly our business but everything is always discussed in a classy manner.
.                2
Choose your battles, choose your friends. Few battles are truly worth fighting. Stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves (the elderly, children, mentally disabled, etc.) Be wary of those who appear to enjoy bickering. If someone is rude to you, either ignore him or her completely or, once you have completely calmed down and are thinking clearly, explain how you perceived his or her actions and work towards a resolution. You can also treat them with polite disdain--be polite but let them subtly know that you don't appreciate what they are doing. Never stoop to their level, and do not be hasty. Surround yourself with positive, polite people who encourage and live your classy, intelligent lifestyle.
Thank god we encourage each other to live classy, intelligent lifestyles.
.                3
Choose your words. The classy individual listens more than he or she speaks. Having a strong vocabulary is important, but do not use a word unless you are certain of its meaning. Use words to express yourself clearly. Importantly, do not correct others when they use improper grammar. Differences in background, family life, and education cause people to speak differently, and people often use slang for effect. More than this, it is irritating and degrading to be corrected by a know-it-all.
What is slang?  We would never use such language.
.                4
Do not insult, gossip, or slander. When necessary, voice your opinions appropriately and constructively. This encourages your audience to listen carefully when you speak.
One of our best traits, don’t you think?
.                5
Be independent. You must be courteous, but do not bend over backwards to please others. If you do, you may find yourself being taken advantage of in the future. Limit your time and availability and draw boundaries with others so that they are aware of your limits.
We aim to please the members of our group exclusively.
.                6
Break the stereotype shackles. More often than not, using labels in any way, whether to identify yourself or others shows a lack of creativity, lethargic social skills, and a lack of careful observation. Give everyone respect and the benefit of doubt.
We are anything but lethargic when it comes to social skills.
.                7
Be assertive. Avoid passive-aggressive thinking; this is likely to trip you up eventually. Assertiveness demonstrates maturity, thoughtfulness, and confidence. Class requires balance, and assertiveness is a prime example of this concept.
What do you get when you put eight classy,  thoughtful and confident ladies together – HFGBC!
.                8
Define yourself with a clean and elegant look. Excellent presentation is half of the battle. Wear clothing and accessories, which flatter your body and never wear anything you feel uncomfortable in. It is important to remember that modesty is key in earning the respect of others. A bit of cleavage may be fashionable, but true gentlemen will appreciate modesty more than exposure.
Did you hear cleavage?
.                9
Avoid getting caught up in trends. There is nothing wrong with enjoying fashion or buying clothing you find attractive, but it is important to stay in control.
         Do not become a slave to fashion, or you may be regarded as foolish, "high maintenance", and/or shallow. The clothing you wear should enhance your personality, not create or alter it. This advice can be applied to many aspects of life in which you may feel pressured to "fit in."

It says it right here so I must go shopping to stay classy!

Are we on track ladies?

10.11.2010

If I Could Sum Up What HFGBC Stands for in a Piece of Furniture, This Would Be that Piece of Furniture

Okay, so this post will be a little bit like when Jay Leno (who am I kidding, I am actually remembering Johnny Carson doing this because I am freaking old) would hold up some hilarious ad from some podunk newspaper where everything was spelled wrong or they accidentally wrote something like "sperms $40" instead of "perms $40". Clearly I am wheelchair old because I have mentioned Johnny Carson and PERMS in the same post. I guess I'll go watch the Golden Girls now.

Oh, here's the piece of furniture:

http:/ithaca.craigslist.org/fud/2000350920.html

Hilarious, right? It says CLASSY. Love it!!!

10.07.2010

Bottomless Puking at 4:00 a.m.: A Cautionary Reunion Tale

Okay so FINALLY after just over a year of constant obsessing, dieting, running, shopping, fake botoxing, laser facing, mani/pedi-ing, hair dying and annoying the CRAP out of every single person who knows me, my 20-year high school reunion has come and gone.

It was, in a word, AWESOME!!!! I won't try to be too sappy, but it was exactly what it should have been, and we (my classmates and I) were exactly who we should have been 20 years ago. Everyone was nice, and happy, and genuinely interested in each other. We hugged, kissed, bought each other beers, and talked about our kids and our lives. We reminisced about high school and how big of jerks we all were. But mostly, we acted like the good people none of us were in high school when we were all too worried about being cool to be nice. It was a lovefest. And a beer/Strawberry Hill fest (clearly, I have always been classy). And later, Jill's personal bottomless pukefest. And by bottomless I mean my pants. And my ginormous Assets (from the makers of Spanx!). You know how when you are lying on the bathroom floor and your Assets (from the makers of Spanx!) are cutting off your circ when you're trying to get your puke on...those babies are coming off. My dad was all trying to cover my nakedness as we were at his parents' house and all, and I think I probably replied belligerently with an incoherent "F off, buddy (glug glug glug - that's the sound of me puking)". But seriously, I know you were all waiting to hear about this with baited breath, especially you, Emily, so I wanted to get something up about it now that my four day hangover has worn off.

Because everyone I hang out with is far younger than me (I am extremely immature as well as classy and sophisticated), I encourage you all to go to your reunions, even if you totally and completely don't want to do it. It is soooo worth it.

I am so glad I went back and gave my high school friends a chance to be the better people they are now. And I am even more glad that they gave me a chance, too.

10.04.2010

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby SoHo

You will never guess what I HAD to do today. 

Walk my kids to school...you heard that right.  Walking in the Singapore heat at 8:30 in the morning is pure torture especially when you have 2 four year olds in the midst of it all. 

Are you asking yourself, why did they have to walk?  Because we are not RICH and only have one car. The Man was in town and needed the car.  Whatev! is all I have to say to that.  I need my own car.  Right ladies?  Back me up!

To top it off I could not a get a P.O for a taxi to drive me the 2 minutes it would take by automobile. 

So we had to trek it by foot.  I refused to take the double stroller because the girls are four.  Seriously their 4 that would be ridiculous.  15 minute walk we can handle that, right?

So, off we went on our first walk to school.

Can you guess who got carried?  Hint: it was not me or Layne.

Guess who did the carrying?  Hint:  it was not me or Layne

I know.  I am a sorry excuse for a mother.  I brought Ruby on the glorious walk to school.  I can't do anything on my own these days.

Fade into the lockers:   Layne and I strolling hand in hand picking flowers joyfully and humming Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby Soho while 2 steps behind is Ruby with a pink princess backpack over each shoulder and a 4 yr old in her arms.

In my defense, I told Ruby she did not have to carry Bryce.  She wanted to.

I think I will take the Texas sized stroller when I pick up the girls this afternoon....

and Ruby!

Woo Hoo!

I did it, I did it!  I figured out how to add a RSS button AND an email subscription box...that work.  Wow, it's the little things that make me happy sometimes.  All it took was a feedburner account and some patience.  Now all 10 of our followers can sign up.  Oh, wait we are most of those followers.  We need more followers.  There are people out there in the world that are missing out on Jill's hilarity and someday Brooke is going to write something funny because she's really funny too.  Since I'm not funny I'm going to stop typing now and spare you the time you've wasted on my not funny post.  But do yourself a favor and go ahead and subscribe and tell all your friends to as well!

Props for the best HFGBC dinner - EVER!

So the other night Rachie hosted book club wine club.  Her mom, Anna, worked so hard in the kitchen to prepare us the most awesome Korean food.  I'll be completely honest, I was excited about this meal but a little apprehensive as I'd never eaten Korean food before.  I don't get out much and when I do it's Mexican food.  Yes, we eat it almost every single weekend.  My daughter will probably turn into a bean and cheese taco pretty soon.  I digress.  Let me just tell you that the Korean food was AWESOME.  Oh my gosh.  I could have eaten and eaten and eaten.  So good.  I even tried tofu which I thought I'd never try.  Ever.  Thank you, Thank you to Rachael and Anna!  I will plan on coming over now from time to time on Thursdays for more delicious Korean food.  I'll just hide in the kitchen and eat the leftovers.  I mean there was so much food.  I'm sure you won't notice me hiding the corner eating the noodles! :)