Easter is upon us and it’s time for everybody’s (except mine) favorite Easter candy: Peeps. The brightly-sugared marshmellows took centerstage, er, shoebox as The Washington Post asked America to revert back to elementary school and create a Peep-centric diorama.
Check out the rest of the Peep Show here.
To put it nicely, you’re crazy if you don’t use and love ShopStyle.com. Why scour the Internet looking for the perfect clothes when they can do all the work? You can set price alerts and set up stylebooks. They’ve also just added ShopStyle Living, where you can virtually scan home furnishing and decor stores in one place. I’m in love.
Ladies and gents, I present you with my dream bedroom:
*Note: I hope these dreams become somewhat of a reality as we are currently registered for the sheets. It was the one set we could decide on, and wouldn’t you know it — it was also one of the most expensive sets! [Fingers crossed!]
I’ve tried thinking of creative ways to announce it, but none seem to do it justice. So I’ll just go and say it: I’m ENGAGED!! Those words are definitely worth the double explanation. The proposal was an absolute surprise–from the question popping to the tearful reaction to having family and close friends bursting out the door to congratulate us.
While I sort through everything, check out www.emilyandmatt.org for pictures and blogs by Matt.
Okay I haven’t been at Panera since April 18 (or stuck in the handicapped zones), but I wish I was (in Panera, not a wheelchair). I finally found one and it made me happy.
Hope everyone had a nice Easter. I just finished editing and uploading the pictures to my photo gallery. And although I didn’t bring home any eggs, the Easter Bunny delievered a basket to this 22 year old — filled with dark chocolate and candles. Man, that bunny knows me all too well.
There’s nothing like ANTM to make a stressful day better. That and some rockin’ tacos. What’s in store for this episode? Cat fights? Jael being normal? Well if there’s one thing we can count on, it’s an action packed hour of models. Oh and Tyra’s pirate do-rag… Here we go!
8:04
Yay, Natasha episode! She’s a mom? Oh dear…
She’s a feline mail order bride. That explains a lot.
8:06
Looking your worst may be the best thing that ever happened to you. Like last week’s crime scene? How could they look worse?
Too bad Melrose didn’t get the “how not to dress” lesson…
8:09
Renee has lost her goodwill vibes and is bashing the plus sized contestant.
“Will there ever be a plus-sized model on the cover of Vogue?” I think the question, Renee, is will this ever be on the cover of Vogue?
Ponder that a while, hunny.
8:17
Why would Dionne be picking out clothes when she almost got the boot for it last week?
8:18
I LOVE NATASHA! I’m going to use that excuse here and at work. “No, mister boss, it’s okay, when you make up a name, you can spell it any way you want.”
8:21
Aw poor Natasha. No respect.
And Stuart? He’s speaking in complete, articulate sentences. Total mail order bride.
8:26
This photo shoot was totally Miss Jay’s idea, wasn’t it? And it’s definitely not as cool as last cycle’s celebrity couple’s shoot.
8:28
Oh man. Renee does look better as a man. People shoould listen to me more.
And Jael? Totally Sonny and Cher.
8:30
And Sarah? I totally bought a mocha from him yesterday.
8:31
Dionne needs to speak up about the clothes thing. Seriously. It would up the ratings times five.
8:32
I told you from the beginning Natasha is the best part of this show. All the girls were confused as to why she was preparing and finding out more about her character.
8:34
WHY isn’t Mr. Jay on the panel. He’s the voice of reason. I guess he’s like Tim Gunn. The show favorite who’s stuck playing counselor to blase contestants.
The Break Breakdown
Why is Tyra dishing out a lesson on how to dress. Point that retired model finger right back around, missy. Scroll down here to see some of Tyra’s finale get ups.
8:42
Tyra’s pirate do-rag is gone! A headband, sure. Maybe the bangs are finally covering up last week’s bad weave. A lesson she needs to learn, case 1 and case 2.
8:43
Nigel said what we were all thinking about Jaslene: “You look like a good looking guy.”
Which one’s the tranny?
8:49
Just give the prize to Natasha now so we can just spend the rest of the episodes watching her?
8:52
I’m tired of these girls looking like boys. You don’t see that crap in Vogue.
8:54
I don’t know who the guest judge either, but she was definitely right on in the “next” comment for Jael. Hula hoop on home soon, please.
8:55
Will it be down to the plus-sized models? I thought post-retirement Tyra would keep them until the end.
8:57
Finally Diana goes home. Sorry dear, this competition is not for you. And everyone knew that from the beginning. Amazing though, how this show can suck the life out of vivacious people.
9:00
Well Matt just walked into the room with warm, ooey gooey chocolate chip cookies. I’m amazed that I’m still sitting here after typing that. It’s been fun ANTMers, and until next week, I leave you with this:
While playing outside with Cody, he caught the Frisbee in the air for the first time. Let’s hope this post-makeover episode will be just as, if not more monumental. Here we go…
8:05
Whitney gave up 9Gs to be a next top reality tv star best friend model. Obviously money well spent for a short-lived career in night club tours.
8:06
Renee’s stepping up and being a good person. And by being a good person, she’s making odd drawings of girls. With that haircut she’s kinda like the scary psycho brother from Wedding Crashers making a picture of Vince Vaughn.
8:07
This guy claims he started voguing like my brother used to say he made up walking like an Egyptian.
Mallory and I lived together for our first three years of college. And even though I lived with seven other girls my last year of college and I’ve now moved back home, I still refer to Mallory as my roommate.
Me in California, she in Texas, we exchanged IMs before we officially met and discovered that not only were we in weird relationships, but we both had curly hair and the same style in music. C’mon, what are the odds? She opened the door of the dorm room, wearing that Krispy Kreme T-shirt and a huge smile. “When are y’all fixin to go to supper?” Y’all? Fixin? Supper? I knew this was the start of something great.
We really were quite the team. For three years we made arranging dorm furniture an art. Put us together, our people watching commentary was five times better than the Best Week Ever people. There’s even a vivid memory of driving to church on a warm day belting out Hanson’s (yes, you read that correctly) “Penny and Me.” Or how about that time we baked a funfetti bundt cake that didn’t come out of the pan, so we just poured frosting all over the top and grabbed some forks.
Most of those good times led to the day immortalized in this next picture. My car was full of stuff headed for storage and she was preparing to spend the summer in China. We had lived together for three years. Some could call it the end of an era! I told myself I wasn’t going to cry, but boy did I blubber. But it felt good to see that I wasn’t alone. Even after all those times she took out the garbage when it piled to the ceiling, made my bed and disregarded my messy half of the room, she had enjoyed the time we spent together too. (Yes, she did actually do those things and I still don’t know why we still don’t live together seeing as she’s the perfect roommate!)
And then there were the boys. They were our friends and foes, but quite often a topic of conversation. Remember how that one guy was a complete liar, Mal? And you took the leftover Halloween chocolate finger candy that your mom sent us, put it on a card and made it the lone middle one sticking straight up with the words “Boys Suck.” Inside you wrote about how I shouldn’t settle for scum, and also for my future reference “boys suck” is not the best combination of words to Google.
That was the year when we lived on the floor with the most desirable group of girls in the school. Boys flocked to our floor hoping to spend an ounce of time with these girls. We, however, apparently didn’t belong in the desirable group. And the two guys that we, and the majority of the girls at our school, were quite interested in … well, they walked right past the second door to the right to about the tenth one on the left. They didn’t know what they were missing, we’d say.
That third year you were an RA and I was copy editing the school paper and found a keeper of a boyfriend. Busy this, busy that, before I knew it you were friends with those two boys. All of a sudden ours was the first room they came to. One of them, perhaps the most coveted on campus, started hanging around a little more often. Before I knew it, graduation came and went. Mallory stayed there and I went back home. In the flurry, we lost touch.
Then on Wednesday I opened an envelope holding cardstock and shiny rice paper held together with a bright bow which told me Mallory is getting married to that guy. I screamed, I dialed and screamed some more. She wasn’t there, but a couple days later we chatted and it was great.
Andrew, I spent many days and months molding her, but I’m happy to say, you’ve got yourself a great future roommate.
This is Cody, a.k.a. Wiggly Butt. He’s almost a year old, but he’s still acts like a confused puppy. He’s finally getting the hang of potty training, but still slips up now and then. Prone to loneliness, he will chase you down if you leave the room and whimper when you’re playing tag too well. And he doesn’t run as much as he does this hopping/galloping thing. But he’s not entirely a goof. He doesn’t tear up papers anymore (since Matt caught him in the act and scared him), and he doesn’t bite or chew up stuff (well, except for that one corner of the new couch).
We’re still working on his Frisbee skills. With the combination of the border collie/Australian shepherd breed and our the love of the plastic disc, Cody has no choice but to be the best Frisbee dog ever. We know we need to get him those doggy Frisbees, but he just improves by leaps and gallops with the regular 175 grams of hard plastic. While the skills may be sub par thus far, he loves the Frisbee. He really loves chasing after it, chewing it (which is fine, since it’s a Wham-O), growling at it and keeping it away from Matt and me.
But then there’s still the whole coordination thing he needs to work out:
But in the month he’s been in Matt’s family, I can’t imagine life without him. I love my little doofy.
