I've done that, brenda. And it broke the bottle.

If the wine won't thaw, I'm going to have to drink more of the cherry licquer. Which rocks, but ould end badly.

Wine slushy!

I actually got a phone call earlier this morning from a local news station doing a robopoll about Tiger Woods! And had I watched his apology, and did I feel like he needed to say more about his personal life, did I feel like he could ever recover his image, blah blah blah. I was like "NO, HE DOES NOT NEED TO SAY MORE OMG" (sadly, my choices were only y/n/unsure)

Interesting article about eating disorders and unhealthy weight loss among ski jumpers. [link]

“Women’s gymnastics, you hear a lot that maybe they have problems,” said Alan Johnson, the executive director for Project X, the developmental United States ski jumping team. “I look at all of them and those girls are way fatter than ski jumpers.”

We're home, been here hours actually. The painting is not done and I am not happy with it. There are patchy areas, there's a spot with brush hairs, some trim has not been done, and some things I wanted removed were just painted around. Worse though is that the color is too yellow in the light of the front entry, possibly everywhere. I have to get more paint and I think I am going to have to redo at least the entry.

((Jessica))

Shit, msbelle. That sounds like the painting in my place. My movers were all "did you complain to those guys" and I said "if by those guys you mean me, yes." If I hire someone I expect a much higher standard. Like, not not fucked up and in need of redoin.

some things I wanted removed were just painted around.

The hell? Sounds like your place was painted by my seller!

If Plushenko wants to complain about the scoring, he needs to at least make complaints that make sense. Saying that he would have won under the old scoring system is irrelevant, since one of the biggest issues was the design of his program, and he designed it knowing the new rules. And being that blatant about saying that Lysacek shouldn't have won is just rude and pouty.

Which reminds me. I'm definitely making cherry liquer again this summer. If you want some, ping me sometime between now and like, June.

I didn't fuck Tiger Woods. I can trace the whole tree unless psycho girlfriend from college wasn't entirely forthcoming.

That sounds like some parody of the "I am Tiger Woods" commercial.