Happy 44th Birthday to Me

Yeah, so I'm turning 44 today. Please bear with me as I attempt to contain my enthusiasm. Ahem.

I decided that my blog post for today could go one of two ways:
A. I could impart some of my insightful wisdom and share the keys to the mysteries of life that I've acquired in my 44 years.


B. I could make a list of the top 5 things I'd like for my birthday--if money were no object and the sky was the limit.

Hmmm. Tough call. But I think I'm going with option B.  What could be more fun than to share in my own self-serving personal wish list from the slightly twisted but Tinaliciously tasty world of birthday fantasy?  So, without further ado or pomp and circumstance, here is my fantasy birthday wish list.

5. An all expenses paid trip to Paris and London. First Class, of course, with enough spending money to shop at all the Parisian stores I can't even begin to pronounce, and to buy all the tacky British souvenirs that backwards Yanks like myself are sure to enjoy. And while we're at it, I'll need enough money left over to hire a personal trainer upon my return home...because I'm sure to put on 20 pounds on such an inevitably food-filled trip across the pond. And trust me on this: I do not need another 20 pounds of junk in my trunk.

Small Eiffel Tower

4. A Housekeeper. Not because I'm lazy, but because housework sucks, life is short, and because I'd rather be blogging anyway.  And since this is my fantasy wish list...here's my fantasy housekeeper:

Brad Pitt Hotness

The muscle shirt would be totally optional, of course. And just look at him, he's totally ready to make the bed. Or something.

3. Enough money and resources to find out what really happened to Michael Jackson. Let's be real here, peeps. The fact that MJ's doctor is still a free man, still practicing medicine, still taking vacations and still enjoying all the joys of fatherhood (so voraciously documented by TMZ on a regular basis) that Michael is missing because he's rotting in a crypt---that tells me that something is seriously stanky in the California justice system. The way it looks now, Lindsay Lohan is gonna spend more time in jail than Conrad Murray will.  I'd like nothing more than to understand why that is. Especially considering how remorseful he appears to be...

Conrad Murry Asshole Murderer

2. For the Hubs to know what Duckie knows. Duckie is the character played by Jon Cryer in Pretty in Pink, one of my fave classic 80's flicks. In one of my all time favorite movie scenes, Duckie comes sliding into the record store where his friend Andie (played by Molly Ringwald) works, and  he lip syncs to the Otis Redding hit, Try a Little Tenderness. And that song Duckie fake croons and dances to is the answer to many questions related to this girl's emotional highs and lows. Am I tired and grumpy? Try a Little Tenderness. Am I stressed from doing the unending weekly bills? Try a Little Tenderness. Am I less than affectionate when you're "in the mood." Try a Little Tenderness. Don't take my word for it though. Let Duckie tell you.

1. A Twilight-themed cake, hand delivered by R.Patz (a.k.a. Edward Cullen) himself.

Twilight Birthday Cake

And I'll be a good girl. Really. I promise.  I won't touch him or anything.

RPattz Twilight Lick Finger

Unless he wants me to help him lick that frosting off his thumb or something. [No judgment, people, it's my birthday.]

So there's my birthday fantasy wish list, which took far too long to write. This 44-year-old brain just ain't what it used to be. Yeah, I should have stuck at 39. Is it too late to go back?

Gosh, I'm whiny when I'm tired. But you know what they say...

It's my party and I'll whine if I want to.

MJ and Bieber Memes

A lot of deranged people are making comparisons between Justin Bieber and Michael Jackson. Some crackheads actually liken his talent to the King of Pop's.  WTH? While I do admit the kid can sing, I don't think he's in the same stratosphere as Michael Jackson. I mean, come on, people. I suppose you're also going to tell me that Lindsay Lohan has the same acting chops as Julia Roberts? [Insert uproarious laughter here] Puhlease. The only thing those ladies share in common is red hair. So let's just keep it real, shall we?

Anyhoots, a lot of MJ fans like to poke fun at the Bieberoni. It's all in good fun. And he is also a big MJ fan, from what I hear,  so he gets points for that (at least he has good taste). But I'm still gonna jump on the G-rated Bieber-bashing bandwagon for just a moment, as I share with you some Bieberific Michael Jackson memes for your Monday.

Michael Jackson Beiber Duet Meme

MJ Awards Meme

Michael Jackson 8 Grammys Meme

And don't feel guilty for laughing at these memes. You can love the Biebs and still have a little fun at his expense. Or you can Blame it on the Boogie and be on your merry way. Whatevs.

Sticky Note Saturday September 18

I'm feeling quite ranty (yes, I know that's not a word). And that's always the perfect time to get the angst out on a Sticky Note Saturday!

44th BDay Sticky Note Saturday

Dear Frig Sticky Note Saturday

Wenis Sticky Note Saturday

Have a good weekend, gang.

Michael Jackson Goes Thriller Monday

Not sure how I managed to miss posting my MJ memes last Monday...just because it was a holiday doesn't mean we don't need some awesome memes! But oh well...hopefully you'll enjoy these few I've put together for today. For me, it just ain't Monday unless it's a Michael Jackson Monday!

MJ Stop Crotch Looking Meme

Michael Jackson Thriller Ass Meme

Hope you have a Thriller of a day!

What Sophia Loren is Thinking

Sophia Loren Looking at Jayne Mansfield

Admit it.

You'd look too.

But you gotta wonder what Sophia was thinking, don'tcha?

Happy (semi) Wordless Wednesday,
from Sophia Loren, Jayne Mansfield and Me.

7 Questions for Paris Hilton

Let me start by saying that I do not hate Paris Hilton. So any of you would-be PHF's (Paris Hilton Fanatics) and defenders can save your comments and your emails. I'm not about the hate. But I am about common sense, or the lack thereof as the case may be, with regard to Paris Hilton. She really just makes me scratch my head, so much so that I'm developing a scab where I do the most scratching. So figured it was just high time I asked Miss Hilton the requisite 7 questions...in no particular order, natch.

  1. How is it that you manage to look so freaking good in your police mugshot? I mean, it's a mugshot. That's even worse than taking a driver's license photo, generally speaking.  Even on my best day, I don't look half as good as Paris does in her recent mugshot.  And yet she looks like she just stepped into a celebrity photo booth or something. WTH? Seriously.
    Paris Hilton Mugshot

  2. Is it one of your duties as a celebutante heiress to routinely carry drugs around for other people? I'm not trying to be snarky here [I still love using that word], I just really would like to know. (Seeing as I'm not a celebutante heiress, this could be important information to have, should I ever manage to become one. ) Since you were questioned by police two other times this summer for carrying drugs that apparently did not belong to you, seems common sense would dictate that you wouldn't use that excuse do that again...um...unless it's one of your socialite duties or something. And if it is, maybe all you famous-for-nothing-folks should get together and form a union or something, and carry ID cards around that specify all of your drug-related obligations. At least then the police would know.

  3. How did you manage to confuse cocaine with gum? You told the police officer at the time of your arrest that you thought the cocaine he found was gum. Gum? Really? Now I've never used cocaine; I've never even seen it up close and personal. But I've watched enough TV shows to know what it looks like (that makes me an expert, does it not?!), and it does not resemble gum. If it did, that would sure give new meaning to the words blowing bubbles, don'tcha think?

  4. Whose purse is it, and why didn't you look inside it before you "borrowed" it? I have never met a woman who doesn't clean out her purse before she loans it to someone. Heck, I practically turn mine inside out before I even store it away in my closet, just on the off chance I might find a nickel in there, or candy or something. Yet you manage to "borrow" a purse and it just happened to have cocaine in it. Of all the rotten luck! I bet the real owner of that purse is gonna be pissed, now that her stash is police property and all. (You probably shouldn't count on being able to borrow purses from that gal anymore.)  Oh, and uh, you're rich, no? Why on earth do you need to borrow a purse anyway? You could have saved yourself a lot of stress, and the potential for 4 years in jail, if you'd just swung by Wal Mart on the way to the casino that night and picked out a bag of your very own. Kind of crazy to think that just a wee bit of shopping like us simple folks could have prevented the felony charge against you. Just something to ponder as you await your arraignment...to which, I suggest, you make sure you bring your own purse this time. ;)

  5. Can't you find any other way to get publicity? I mean, seriously.

  6. Is your new catchphrase now going to be "That's not mine"? Not as catchy as "That's Hot," but hell, put it on a T-shirt and I'm sure folks will buy it. This is America, after all.

  7. Are you really  just in a competition with Lindsay Lohan to see who can get arrested the most before the age of 30? Hmm. Or maybe it's to see who can get the best mugshot  and reign supreme on the Smoking Gun. Yeah. Maybe that's it.