Friday Random Heatherocity

It has been awhile since I was just all stream of conciousness, and I have a lot of thoughts in my head that aren’t really enough for a whole post, but maybe, if I string them all together…well, we’ll see!

First, I can NOT get this song out of my head. Maybe because every time I get in the car I roll the windows down and play it? At least once? And if Little M is in the car, over and over.

It’s Mercy  from Duffy’s new CD Rockferry.  Quite enjoyable. Amy Winehouse without the rehab issues. As far as I know.

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I live in Charlotte and this weekend is the big NASCAR race. My friend PeyPey (Vajayjay) and I went to Speed Street yesterday - it’s a big street festival that all the sponsors put on for the fans.  They shut down many streets downtown and set up a plethora of things - everything from the AT&T Technology tour to the Weinermobile to a very elaborate Bud Light truck, lounge, sky deck and beer samples (!).  So PeyPey and I walked around and left with a crapload of free samples, toys, bags, and coupons, got a free massage, 4 samples from the beer guys (!) and a sunburn.  Totally fun. I would never go when it was crowded, so lunch time on Thursday, before it got going good, was perfect.

Boys who give away beer samples (!) are kinda cute. I think they do that on purpose.  Inside the Bud Light lounge they were taking pictures of everyone and making Bud Light luggage tags out of them. PeyPey and I made individual ones, and then they let us make one together. And then sent us out to sample beer (!). 

We had our pictures taken with Tony the Tiger, the Keebler Elf, the Trix Rabbit, the Lucky Charms dude, and as HoneyNut Cheerios bees.  It was awesome. Once they are uploaded I will post them if they are not too hideous.

It was hot. And sunny. And 28 SPF did nothing against that sun, so my nose is all sunburned.

Back to the hot beer boys, did I mention that among the thousands of NASCAR fans we saw, well, the beer boys were pretty much the hottest thing there? And not just because of the beer, either.

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My kids are singing the Duffy song. Ha! A 4 year old singing “You got me beggin’!” just cracks me up.  Am I wrong for that?

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Honey roasted almonds. Oh yes.

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I started back working on a book idea I had abandoned. I have written about 5,000 words in the past couple of days. Some of those words were a sex scene. I hope my dad never reads that chapter.  Or my brother.  Or my kids.

Well, I will worry about that when it’s time to worry about that! For now, may as well enjoy the ride. So to speak.

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OH! I forgot to warn you.

There is some new product coming out called EFFIX and it is (get this) CARBONATED FIZZY YOGURT.

People, please. Don’t buy this. DO NOT encourage them (them being whoever the hell came up with this hideous idea!)  It was the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth. EVER.  SERIOUSLY.

Imagine a shot of yogurt and sprite.

Gives me a full-body shudder just thinking about it. Jesus.

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DID YOU WATCH THE GREY’S ANATOMY SEASON FINALE? OH MY GOD. WITH THE CANDLES.

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From our “Yeah, we heard!” department, David Cook won American Idol. Thank God. 

I had a visceral aversion to poor little David Archuleta.  It has taken me all season to articulate why, exactly, I can’t stand this poor kid. Maybe becauise I used the word “poor” to describe him twice in one paragraph? Obviously I pity him. And also, he has no soul. He is too young to have soul. He hasn’t had time to be really, truly heartbroken yet. You have to have been in PAIN to sing and really capture your audience. When Cook sang “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” I could buy that some woman had hurt him, left him, broken him, and he was still looking…still looking.  When Archuleta sang “Longer” I could picture Kermit the Frog singing to Miss Piggy - I don’t know. Please just don’t play him on my radio station. Please.

Here are some of the things I have read that begin to sum it up for me.

“Archuleta was the kid who got beat up in school. David Cook was the one beating him up.” (Except I think Cook is actually a really nice guy.)

“He looks kind of slow and maybe like he is going to throw up every time he sings. Hurling on your audience? Awkward!” (You have to say awkward with the tween inflection. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, well, anyway.)

“He’s like a 17 year old Michael Bolton, and really, hasn’t the world had enough of that already?”

“After this season is over, the only way I want to hear Archuleta again is in an animated movie. As maybe a frog with a cold or a little porcupine or something. I’m sure someone could come up with the perfect animal.”

“Do you want a hot sexy man (D. Cook), or do you want a Webkinz brought to life?”

I think that about sums it up!

(My apologies to anyone from whom I stole Archuleta quotes.)

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So, what’s up with you? Anything good?