Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Drama, drama, drama...

What happens in Cabo stays in Cabo.. unless you're Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag Pratt. Actually, what happens in Cabo stays in Cabo, until you find just the right gossip mag to buy your secret wedding photos.

Our favorite villains on The Hills have secretly tied the knot. The ceremony was so secret in fact that none of their family and friends even had a clue that this happened on Thursday until it hit the presses on Monday. How sad that you can't share such exciting news and invite your closest family and friends to share in what is one of the most important days of your life.

Watching The Hills Aftershow was so sad. Holly Montag (Heidi's older sister) was not informed of the news until she was deplaning to go to the Aftershow. And once there, she was informed live that it was on Thursday that this had happened. You could just see the hurt in her face - the poor girl started crying! It was so upsetting. And the whole time she just said she was happy if Heidi was happy. I mean what else could Holly say?

I think it's sad that Heidi still went along with Spencer's diabolical plan. I don't think Heidi wanted to do this without her family and friends (whichever of them she has left). Spencer has caused her to lose her friends, family, job, and now the fun and craziness that comes along with planning a wedding. Like Brett said a few episodes ago, "You are the company you keep."
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Friday, November 7, 2008

Patriotic and Young?!

I know, I know. I've been MIA for a bit - I was sick! But that's no excuse.

Here's a little recap of my Election Day experience.

Well, at first, I was so miserable all day because I was coughing and sneezing and doing all that fun cold stuff. When I left work, I really just wanted to snuggle up in my bed and take a long winter's nap (because let's face it, Daylight Savings Time has made it real dark real early!). In any case, I trudged over to my voting site and found my district. I had to wait in line!! But nothing like those horrid four-hour lines I heard about in the City. This was only a group of three and their little, adorable Pomeranian.

As I signed the book, I was proud of myself. I was exercising my right as an American. I waited and looked at the cute puppy in front of me who really had no idea what was going on. They joked and said he got half a vote. Then I, being the friendly gal I am, somehow struck up a conversation with one of them:

Woman: Oh, dear!! Is this your first time voting? (she looks at me with admiration)
Me: Actually, no it's my second… presidential election.
W: Oh my!! You look sooo young!
M: I'm actually 23. (I say this with trepidation, as I don't want to seem like I'm asserting my age or being snooty with her. I certainly didn't want to give off the wrong impression as a nasty little young'n.)
W: It's just so great to see all you young people voting. Really, it is. The kids on college campuses too are so active. It hasn't been like this in so long!

I smiled at her and said goodbye and wished her a good day. She was very excited that I was voting. But I thought to myself, do I really look like I'm 18? Ang got carded a few months ago to walk into a Rated R movie and she was appalled. We don't think we look that young. But one day I'm sure we'll be laughing about it thinking, Man, I wish they'd still card us!
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