RLO and I watch Project Runway with AK and Mrs. AK every season. RLO likes to show off his knowledge of the designers and make us feel stupid for not remembering every single detail. I like to drink wine and make fun of RLO for being so involved.
This Wednesday the new season begins. I cannot wait. This season is going to be the best yet. Why you ask? Because our friend Keith made the cut! I don’t know who is more excited me or RLO.
Let’s get Filthy!
Week after week I sit down and watch “Lost” on the TV I inherited from Tim when he died. Each time I watch the show I find more reasons why Sawyer reminds me of him.
I don’t know how the rest of you cope with death, but I have to keep Tim alive in my thoughts. In this instance, I like to play out the scenario of how he would react over my Tim/Sawyer comparison. He would be so pissed off at me, but then go home, watch the show and find he was secretly flattered. He, of course, would never admit he had watched the show. Tim was a complete bad ass with a softer side that would have made any mother proud.
Every Thursday after the show ends, I want to cry because I desperately miss my friend. I hold back my tears and vow never to watch the stupid show again, but I always do because for one hour every week Tim seems close… and I need that.
I’m going to do something a little different this week with the photo of the day. Instead of posting random snapshots from my iPhone, I’ll be posting photos of a pretty spectacular little boy and me. This is the little boy I’ll be walking for on Saturday at the Utah Autism Speaks Walk.
Thanks to The Kid’s hard work, my previous dating column archives are all in one spot. Nerds are seriously the best thing ever! Well that and Tivo, which is technically the work of nerd so… oh, and Rlo. He’s the third best thing ever–even if he does drink the last of a shared Diet Coke in the movie. Actually, now that I think about it Rlo isn’t third, he’s fourth, Diet Coke is third.
Damn it. I changed my mind. Comcast Cable is the fourth best thing ever. Rlo is number five. So the order is: 1) Nerds 2) Tivo/DVR 3) Diet Coke 4) Comcast Cable 5) Rlo.
Why did Comcast make the list? As much as I love a good dose of sperm, TV seemed like hardly the place to get it.
I took part in a local news show called On the Record with Chris Vanocur. Also on the show were Jon and Heather Armstrong. It airs Sunday, but you can watch the video here.
When I was told the writer of Dooce was taking part I was pissed. This meant I would have to switch out my purse. I mean, sure, I thought it would be cool to meet her since we have so much in common—we both watch “The Hills” and I have a feeling she knows the super secret that I do: THE SHOW IS REAL, DAMN IT!
But the purse issue took precedence!
A couple of months ago George! sent me an article about his cousin Heather (Dooce) I couldn’t get past the picture to read the article. Her purse was incredible, and I knew I had to have it. And really can you blame me? The retro style print is amazing and those colors? Perfect for spring!
After hours of unsuccessfully searching online I gave up. The next day I couldn’t get that purse off my mind. I convinced myself the purse and I were totally meant to be. And we must have been, because I finally found it and immediately ordered it.
I knew it was a risk as I live in the same city as Heather, but I figured the chances of me ever running into her were slim. I forgot to take into consideration the gods of fate hate me, because a few days later she posted the purse in her daily style section. Within a day the purse was sold out.
The next day a friend of mine complimented the purse and said that it looked familiar. OF COURSE IT DID, because it was posted online for millions of Dooce readers to see. The purse is now fondly referred to as the “Dooce ruined my life” purse. Despite the fact half the world now owns the purse I still carry it daily. So, you’ll understand my annoyance at having to switch purses for the filming. After all, nothing says crazy stalker like showing up with the exact same bag as an Internet rock star.
I don’t understand why everyone feels the need to inform me that “The Hills” is not real, and in fact, a very scripted television series. My question is why is it so important to people who don’t even watch the show?
A friend, who shall remain nameless because he’s a giant baby about being written about on this site, felt the need to lecture me on “The Hills.” My friend who has never seen ONE SINGLE EPISODE, is currently as obsessed with the show as I am, but for all the wrong reasons! He’d much rather lecture me on the validity of the show than sit down and watch an episode.
After a heated discussion his final argument was, “Come on Sarah, you’re much smarter than this.” Which translated into “Sarah, I woke up this morning with the sole intention of pissing you off.”
And guess what? IT SO, SO DID!
Last night, someone I met for the first time, also insisted the show wasn’t real. If I had known him longer than forty minutes I would have jumped up and down screaming until he admitted the show is not only real, but incredible, and then bought him a drink to celebrate being on Team LC.
Let me live in my tiny world of denial. Because it’s like totally awesome, overly tan and pretty.
I’m 32 and single. Which makes zero sense because I’m quite fabulous. Sometimes a giant pain in the ass, but I’m convinced it’s really quite adorable. So why am I single you ask? GOOD QUESTION! I’d like to think it has nothing to do with my issues and is really a matter of not meeting the right guy. Although, I finally figured out whom the “right guy” is! You’re dying to know, are you?
Well, there is a couple that would fit the bill. I know, I know. The more the merrier, right? But for this post there is one in particular—one perfect man for me. The only problem is he doesn’t actually exist outside of television–The “Gilmore Girls” to be specific. Yes, I’m fully aware of my unhealthy obsession with this show. Fuck off. I don’t care one little bit!
Luke Danes is my dream man!
I love him soooooo much I could totally overlook the flannel and backwards baseball cap, because he cooks AND makes a killer cup coffee. Enough said.
Isn’t he like totally dreamy and purrrrr-fect for me? Now that my future TV husband is decided I should quit putting of my school research paper by watching re-runs on the family channel and get to work.
