Celebrity-Look-A-Likes

Posted on April 10, 2011 by Meleah

Some of you may already know that I love to people watch. As such, I have developed quite an eye for spotting Celebrity-Look-A-Likes. Even when it comes to my own family.

Take for instance my cousin Seth and his wife Ava.

Seriously.

They could pass themselves off as Christopher Meloni and Isabella Rossellini

We also have my Aunt Bea who may [or may not] look like an even older version of Jane Fonda.

And needless to say everyone already knows how My Father looks almost exactly like Tony Bennett.

But, as of late, I have taken this gift to spot ‘Celeb Look A Likes’ – outside of my family.

There was that time when I realized just how much Robert O’Ryan (stalker of Dancing with the Stars contestant Shawn Johnson) looked almost exactly like Mark Wahlberg circa the movie ‘Rock Star’

[*That is if Mark Wahlberg was a homeless person, and a psychopath.*]

And, then…

There was that time at my local country club wherein my son noticed what could have been ‘The Real Benjamin Button’.

This STILL makes me laugh out loud.

And lastly, this past Saturday night, while trying to attend the Tribal Blogs Slumber Party, I became very distracted.

You see, my very best friend [otherwise known as Amy The Bartender or ATB for short] and I possibly witnessed a real live version of ‘The Best’ – Celeb Look A Like.

*I’m sorry that this photo is VERY grainy and kind of out of focus. But that’s only because it’s pretty difficult to take a picture of an unsuspecting individual, across the room, of a dark bar, without a flash, and without getting noticed!

So tell me boys and girls…

1. Have you ever seen a celebrity look a like?

2. And if so, have you ever tried taking a photo of them, without their knowledge?

3. Have YOU ever been confused as a celebrity?

4. Does anyone in your family, look like a celebrity?

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Why Having OCD Comes In Handy

Posted on April 7, 2011 by Meleah

It’s no secret that I am an obsessive compulsive with respects to cleaning and/or organizing. I’ve written about it before. Words like chemical solutions, industrial disinfectants, sanitization, deodorizing, and neutralizing are just a few adjectives that can make my heart skip a beat. Seriously ya’ll. It’s a sickness. I know. And, I am pretty sure most people do not share my undying love for all things, all the time, sparkly.

But…

If there is ever a monumental cleaning/organizing task at hand?

I’m ‘The Girl’ you want to call upon.

And here’s why.

In our house we have this one particular closet, which we call ‘The Medicine Closet’. Whenever anyone is sick, that closet gets pilfered and raided. And not everyone puts things back where they belong. In fact, as of late, the closet has become such a disaster it’s impossible to find what you’re looking for.

I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. I was determined to tackle the ‘Situation’. To be perfectly honest, I did NOT simply do this out of the kindness of my heart, or to be a good daughter. Nope. I ONLY decided to do this – because this level of messiness literally made me twitchy. I broke out in cold-sweats any time I had to go in that closet to grab something I needed.

Lets take a look.

Shall we?

I mean really, ya’ll.

How are you supposed to find anything in here?

WTF.

Yep.

Total. Nightmare.

And…

This crime-scene-of-a-closet would most likely explain why my father had such a hard time trying to locate a band-aid, that day a few years back, when he practically bled to death.

So you see, I really had no choice but to roll up my sleeves, blast my iPod, and dive in.

* First, I took EVERYTHING out of the closet.

* Then, I separated all of the items by type of product, until there were massive piles of crap all over my mother’s bedroom floor.

* Next, I disposed of all expired products and half-used, or leaky, damaged products.

And then, my OCD kicked into overdrive.

I had to put everything back in the closet, labeled neatly, and in boxes/containers. Therefore when are you looking for something, it’s no longer a scavenger hunt.

The whole process probably took at least three hours from start to finish.

And it was TOTALLY worth my time and effort!

Here is the end result…

Amazing right?

Let’s take a closer look.

Yes?

Ah yes.

Success.

And that my friends, is precisely why – you put the person with OCD – in charge of organizing a closet.

* So tell me people, do you have a crazy closet? And how bad do you let it get before taking corrective action?

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This One Time, At Guitar Lessons….

Posted on April 4, 2011 by Meleah

Every Wednesday I take my 14 year-old-son, Justin, to his weekly Guitar Lessons. He’s been going for approximately nine months now, and he’s becoming quite good, if I do say so myself. The lessons are a half hour long, which doesn’t provide enough time to leave the premises. Therefore, I usually sit in the ‘Waiting Area’ with the ‘Other Parents’ playing the game ‘Bejeweled Blitz’ on my iPhone.

The ‘Other Parents’ usually come alone, but sometimes they bring their ‘Other Kids’ to class while a sibling attends lessons. And 9 times out of 10 the ‘Other Kids’ are pretty well behaved.

Except for this one time….

When a woman decided to bring in ‘Rosemary’s Baby’.

And all hell broke loose.

Disclaimer: I am not a perfect parent, by any stretch of the imagination. I have made a million mistakes. In fact, I’m probably making another one right now. Normally, I do not judge other people and/or their lack of parental skills. And I realize that ALL children have meltdowns, all the time, for various different reasons. I fully understand and I completely sympathize. However, I can certainly tell the difference between a tired, cranky, hungry child, and the ‘Devil’ himself.

I’m probably treading on thin ice here. But I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and publicly announce that sometimes kids aren’t so cute. In fact, sometimes, they can drive a person bat.shit.crazy.stone.cold.fuck.nuts.

And here’s the perfect example.

The mother of three walked into the waiting area looking clearly exhausted. Her daughter, the eldest, went into her ‘Piano Lessons’ while the two boys, were supposed to sit on the sofa with their mother. One child, the youngest, obeyed his mother without so much as an argument. The other child? Not. So. Much.

I swear on all things holy, I’ve never seen anything like this in my whole life. The kid could not sit still. It seemed as if he had a severe case of ADHD and as if he was overdosing on speed. But, if that wasn’t bad enough, it was obvious the mother had absolutely no control over her own child.

When she tried to reprimand him for behaving badly, he laughed AT HER. And by behaving badly I mean the kid was running back and forth jumping on chairs. He was literally bouncing off the walls. He was yelling and screaming, and spinning, much like the cartoon character the ‘Tasmanian’ devil.

Then, she tried bribing him with gifts in order to get him to calm down. But he just mocked her. Actually, he attempted to impersonate her voice and mimicked her request – in such a tone, that I started to cringe. I was nearly ready to get up and walk out of the room. Much like the other parents I was squirming uncomfortably in my seat. I was sure things couldn’t possibly get much worse. Sadly, I was wrong.

At one point ‘The Devil’ started dumping out the contents of his mother’s purse all over the floor, like a three-year-old, throwing a tantrum. But this kid was no three-year-old. He is probably closer to the age of eleven. The mother begged him to stop, to no avail. Finally, she had enough.  She began yelling at him in no uncertain terms to give back HER cell-phone. But that didn’t do a damn thing. He snidely replied, “Make me.” [insert fiery death stare] “Make me.”

Now, I don’t know about any of you – but if I EVER spoke to MY mother like that? She would have slapped me into the next week. “Make, Me?” Seriously, ya’ll. That nearly warrants wire hanger scars.

Alas, as much as I wanted to be angry with the mother, because her out-of-control-kid was seriously disrupting everyone and everything, I couldn’t. In fact, I felt badly for her. Truly.

Her other children appear to be normal, well adjusted, and they certainly knew how to act appropriately, especially in public. They listened and respected their mother’s wishes. They were polite and courteous.

And that really made me wonder….

Are some kids just born ‘bad’? Or is this a learned behavior?

Why else was this child so different from his other two siblings?

And then I was suddenly never SO thankful, to have the kind of son I have. Either that, or I should congratulate myself on a job well done as a parent.

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My Daddy and The Sofa

Posted on March 30, 2011 by Meleah

I talk about my father a lot on this blog, mostly because he is hilarious. Actually, I have a lot of fun with my whole family. Maybe even too much fun.

Just the other day we had to undergo a quick household renovation, in order to make some changes in Poppa Sye’s bedroom. Of course, I was more than happy to lend a ‘Helping Hand’. And by lending a ‘Helping Hand’ – I really just mean, I stood there, videotaping, and laughing.

Because let’s face it.

That’s what I do best.

I am proud to present yet another ‘Family Video’ to you, my dearest readers.

Please enjoy, My Daddy & The Sofa.

Yep.

That’s My Daddy!

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My Daddy And The Short End Of The Stick.

Posted on March 27, 2011 by Meleah

I talk about my father a lot on this blog, mostly because he is hilarious.  He is pure comedy. There are moments in this house when all I have to do is look at him, and I start cracking up.

But, honestly people…

Sometimes?

I don’t know why my dad ever comes home.

Lately, I’ve noticed he’s been getting ‘The Short End Of The Stick’.

And here’s why….

Every morning, my father diligently and dutifully gets up to face the daily grind. First, he goes to work, and deals with the nightmare that is Commercial Insurance. Then, he leaves his job only to drive to the grocery store – where he does at least 65% of the food shopping. And when that’s all said and done, he comes home to four hungry mouths and proceeds to take care of 99% of the cooking around here.

And he doesn’t just have to make ONE dinner for all five people.

Nope.

He has to make TWO dinners so that a ‘certain someone’ with ‘severe food allergies’ can eat dinner too.

And no, I’m not exaggerating.

The man doesn’t stop.

If that wasn’t enough, let’s take a closer look at the ‘Cast of Characters’ and/or ‘Family Members’ my father is currently living with.

Shall we?

First up, he’s living with an unhealthy, disabled, girl, who may, or may not spend most of her day on Facebook. And that very same girl sure seems to get sick. A lot. And sadly for him, he’s usually the one that ends up driving her to and from doctor’s appointments all the time, even though he’s a total germaphobe. This girl is otherwise known as his daughter, Meleah.

He’s also living with a 14-year-old-teenage-boy who may or may not, incessantly play the guitar, very loudly. And, probably eats close to $300.00 worth of groceries per week. Not to mention the very same teenager always uses the very last ‘K-Cup’ without replacing the stock, which forces my father to go all the way out to the garage and refill the Keurig machine, simply to get a cup of coffee in the morning.  This boy is otherwise known as his grandson, JCH, Whosteen, or, Justin.

Then we have a 90-year-old man that’s completely blind in one eye, and half blind in the other eye, and who’s nearly deaf, but refuses to wear a hearing aid. And that very same, 90-year-old man tends to fall down a lot, but thankfully, my father finds ways to make that amusing. This old man is otherwise known as his father-in-law, Poppa Sye.

Lastly, there’s a woman that leaves different pairs of shoes all over the house. A woman who is famous for losing her things, especially her keys, and she has been known to lock herself out of her own car, on more than one occasion, who may or may not overreact when such events occur. This woman is otherwise known as his wife, Pam.

Needless to say, my father deserves a break, every now and again. One of his favorite activities, aside from playing tennis – is to go skiing. As luck would have it, the opportunity arose for my parents to take a long weekend away in Vermont.

When they returned, I asked how their trip was. As it turns out, my mother wasn’t feeling very well on their mini-vacation, therefore she did NOT ski at all. In fact, there have been plenty of times she’s gone to Vermont without ever setting foot on a ski slope. And yet SOMEHOW, she’s the one who ended up with BRAND NEW SKI’S.

Meanwhile, my father, who’s an AVID skier, that lives for all things skiing, was busy hurling himself down the mountainside with nothing more than packing bubble wrap inside of his helmet, after the lining came out.

Seriously.

Oh, I almost for got to mention that my father doesn’t even have a SINGLE DRAWER in his OWN bedroom for his clothing.

Nope.

What does he have? Well, he has two gym bags underneath the bed, along with some plastic containers for his socks and what-nots.

And, don’t even ask about closet space.

My father keeps his suits in the same closet as the 14-year-old-teenager which drinks all of my father’s coffee in the morning.

To top things off…I feel the need to say one last thing.

My mother is also the one driving a BRAND NEW SHINY CAR.

Meanwhile my father, bless his heart, is stuck driving Poppa Sye’s 1912 Buick, with the paint chipping off the hood. The car is so disgusting, and so embarrassing when my father goes out of the office to visit his clients, he has to park three blocks away and WALK to his appointments so no one will see the abomination he’s driving.

He’s been ripped off at gas stations, he’s been confused as Tony Bennett, he’s been woken up in the middle of the night to kill a “spider”, he’s had to repair a broken garbage disposal, and a desk drawer, he’s had to move an enormous amount of property, he’s installed a chandelier, and a waterfall, he’s put out fires, and nearly bled to death,  and yet – he’s managed to maintain his sense of humor throughout all of this.

 

Yep.

That’s My Daddy.

 

* So tell me boys and girls, who get ‘The Short End Of The Stick’ in YOUR house?

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Homework…. It Was NEVER This Much Fun, When I Was In High School!

Posted on March 23, 2011 by Meleah

My 14-year-old son, JCH, had a pretty interesting Homework assignment. Justin, and two of his classmates, had to make an “infomercial” of sorts – for any product made during the 18th or 19th century.

But rather than explain it to you?

I’d rather just show you.

Here’s the finished creation.

In case you don’t know, my son is the one with the long, moppy, blond hair.

And, he was the one who shot the video.

And, he did all of the editing.

I’m seriously impressed, and such a proud momma!

[PS: I think my favorite part is the *disclaimer* portion.]

Did YOU ever have this much “fun” with Home Work – when YOU were in High School?

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Tribal Blogs, Mo Fo’s!

Posted on March 19, 2011 by Meleah

Okay, people. Do you remember how I REALLY wanted to go to that Tribal Blogs Conference? I wanted to go so badly, I even wrote a post about it. But I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pull it off, financially.

Well, that’s all changed!

I’m sure most of you already know that I don’t have a “life” because I never leave my own complex. And, quite frankly, I like it that way. No. I stand corrected. I love it that way. I’m very content within the confines of the four-mile-radius that surround my house.  In fact, some people, such as a ‘Certain Bald Guy’ have even gone so far as to nickname me “Truman Girl” much like the character Jim Carrey played in this movie. The only difference between his character and myself is that he wanted to leave his ‘bubble world’ and I have no desire to do so.

In any event, I was “home” this past Saturday night. And by “home” I really mean I was at “KHCC”. And by “KHCC” I really mean, my local Country Club.  As usual, I set up my “office” in my little corner of the bar area, and I sat down to log into the Tribal Blogs Slumber Party.

Little did I know, there would be an opportunity of a lifetime.

[At least for me.]

I was chatting, and laughing, and commenting, and having a grand ole’ time, when I realized everyone who was at the ‘Slumber Party’ had the chance to win a ticket to the very conference, I’m dying to attend.

Now, I don’t know if it was the full moon, or if the stars were aligned in my favor, or what happened that night. Because I have NEVER won a DAMN thing – in my entire life. Mostly because I don’t take any chances. Nevertheless, I was just happy to be socializing with some of my all time favorite bloggers. I even added a few new blogs to my ‘Daily Reads’ and a few new ‘Facebook Friends’.

At one point, I needed to walk away from the chat in order to take a quick cigarette break. And when I returned, I asked, “What did I miss?”

Well, apparently, I missed a lot.

What did I miss, you ask?

I’ll tell you, what I missed!

I WON.

I FREAKING WON.

I won a mother-effin’ ticket to the Tribal Blogs Conference, Ya’ll!

My long-time-girlfriend Jennifer was with me, and she was more than happy to take live still shot photographs of me, at the exact moment I found out.

So here’s me, “WINNING”  – in Real Time.

And yes, people.

I am STILL shouting with excitement, and I STILL have tears of joy in my eyes!

So…..

It’s official.

* I’m going to the Tribal Blogs Conference. *

Are you?

~ And, have YOU ever WON a contest?

If you’ve ever won, or lost, I’d love to hear about it in the comments!

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Doing Things Differently, AGAIN!

Posted on March 14, 2011 by Meleah

Yes, people, it’s that time of year, again.

* As some of you may remember last year, I was trying my very best to get over an incredibly devastating breakup. And much like Forrest Gump, I woke up one morning and just decided to start running. And by running, I really just mean walking.

* For those of you who are new to this blog, and for those of you who never heard about my project called ‘Doing Things Differently™’ here is a VERY quick overview chock-full of external links that will provide further information.

‘Once Upon A Time’ A Girl Named Meleah wanted to improve the ‘Quality Of Her Life’ so she started ‘Doing Things Differently™’. And then she noticed the ‘Little Changes’ she made every day had a huge impact on her life. And even though Meleah had a few ‘Setbacks’ she kept on forging ‘Ahead’.

Miraculously, Meleah completed 90 Days of ‘Doing Things Differently™’ and that’s when she was supposed to start Doing Things The Same. Sadly, that didn’t happen. Instead, Meleah rested on her laurels. She stopped exercising, she stopped eating healthy, and she stopped waking up early. She’s even been slacking with her writing.

Last week she decided that 2011 wasn’t going very well for her. She’s been sick and extremely depressed. And quite frankly, she’s had enough. So, she returned to doing what she know works best for her.

Meleah put on her ‘Outfit’ and she went ‘Outside’ to take a brisk morning walk around the block, three times in a row, for five days in a row, for the first week, in a row. And she’s very proud of herself. However, Meleah did not wake up as early as she would have liked, and she had a few setbacks with respects to food. Because when you have an extensive list like this of foods to avoid, it’s pretty difficult to find things that she can eat. But, she’s not going to beat herself up about that. Instead, she’s going to forge ahead this week. Because as far as she’s concerned, every day is a new day, with endless possibilities. And besides, the first week is always kind of like a practice week.

If you would like to start ‘Doing Things Differently™’ with me, please feel free to join the Facebook Group Page.

So, who’s with me?

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GoGirl. So Fresh, So Dry.

Posted on March 9, 2011 by Meleah

Okay, people.

As of late, I find myself thoroughly fascinated with strange, bizarre, peculiar, and outright weird products. Especially when they are as interesting and/or as insane as the one’s I’d like to talk to you about. Because I’m sitting here shocked, and amazed, and laughing out loud. But mostly, shocked and amazed. Mind you, these are REAL products. And I’m dying to know what you think.

Onward.

The First Product *Calling All Vagina’s.

What is the image above you’re looking at?

Well, it’s called GoGirl.  Apparently, life’s greatest adventure shouldn’t be finding a bathroom.

[And having personally suffered from many a ‘bathroom issue’ I was immediately intrigued.]

According to their website: GoGirl is the way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant, or even non-existent bathrooms. It’s a female urination device (sometimes called a FUD) that allows you to pee while standing up. It’s neat. It’s discreet. It’s hygienic.

WHAT. THE. WHAT.

President and Founder, Sarah Dillon, debuted her product at the local State Fair. And she has been making bank ever since. Obviously, I needed to know more. Like, how exactly does this crazy contraption work? It appears that all you need to do is lower your panties, and put GoGirl against your body, until it forms a seal, aim, and then, well, pee. GoGirl has special splashguards designed to eliminate messing and spilling. So, you won’t be like a man. You’ll just pee like one.

One of their Tag Lines is ‘Don’t Take Life Sitting Down’ – which I think is quite clever.

Their website also states that European women have used female urination devices for years. Really? Is this true? And if so, can/will any of my European readers vouch for that?

Honestly, I think this is very interesting. I even believe this product may actually come in handy while playing golf this year. Because nothing says, “Classy” like peeing, standing-up, behind a tree, on a golf course. Right? I mean c’mon, I can attest to how rough it is on a woman when you are getting ready to tee-off and your suddenly hit with that urgent need to ‘go’, except that there isn’t a facility to use, for miles. Maybe this apparatus would provide some much needed relief? Maybe I would be like a superhero with magical peeing powers? Or maybe, I will just get kicked out of the country club?

So tell me, ya’ll, what do you think?
Interesting? Or. Insane?
Brilliant? Or. Disgusting?

The Second Product *Calling All Balls and Breasts.

When I first saw the advertisement for this I truly thought it was a mock, Saturday Night Live, commercial. But after I stopped laughing hysterically and regained my composure, I discovered this was no joking matter. Oh, no. This was made for people who suffer from ‘Sweaty Balls’ or ‘Sweaty Breast’.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Considering I don’t have a package, or junk, or balls, I did some Online Investigative Research and I discovered that ‘Sweaty Balls’ are a real issue that men face, all the time. And it can be quite embarrassing.

Take for instance, this poor guy,

“Hi, I have a problem that I am embarrassed to talk to anyone about. I have sweaty balls. The sweat itself is not so much a problem, as the smell is. I don’t have a girlfriend because I fear that a girl might laugh if she found out about my situation. I am desperate. Please give me some advice on how to eliminate the problem of sweaty balls.” – Anonymous

Well dude, you’re in luck. The makers of Fresh Balls TM are here. And they come wielding a natural solution. Aptly named, the product is called, So Fresh, So Dry.

According to the website: Excessive perspiration may cause itchy balls, under boob sweat, cleavage sweat, and more. For the first time, there are products formulated specifically made to relieve the wetness and the uncomfortable feeling of ball sweat and ball itch. It also prevents chafing in those areas. Fresh Balls TM and Fresh Breasts TM are natural products, Aluminum Free, Paraben Free, and Talc Free, and contain Oatmeal as an anti-irritant and Tea Tree Oil – so they are anti-bacterial.

Fresh Balls TM and Fresh Breasts TM are not available in stores, only through their website. They come in a small gray or pink tube, perfect for at home, or on-the-go. The packaging is discrete. And *bonus, they ship worldwide.

Once again, I think this product is also interesting. And here’s why….

As woman, for years, I have been slightly mortified by all of the tampon, Monistat, and other feminine-product commercials that are constantly splashed over the television, magazines, and the Internet. Finally, the ‘down-town-grooming-spotlight’ is shining on The Men.

Yes, sometimes, I have boob sweat. In fact, my cleavage has been known to glisten. However, it’s not exactly problematic. Do you want to know what I think IS problematic? Smelly. Balls.

I think I can safely speak for every single woman ON THE PLANET, when I say WE have undergone immeasurable, and sometimes even painful procedures to keep our Pink Taco’s in check for you, and it’s high time YOU returned the favor.

I’m not asking the men to wax, or shave, their balls. I’m not even asking you to commit to showering daily. Although that would be nice too. But, since Fresh Balls TM is an easy to apply lotion that dries quickly, and it won’t clump on your skin or leave a powdery residue in your pants, it can be used as often as needed. Therefore, I am HIGHLY RECOMMENDING you start using this as part of your daily grooming routine.

Please?

Thanks. In. Advance.

So tell me, ya’ll, what do you think?
Interesting? Or. Insane?
Brilliant? Or. Disgusting?

* Just so you know, I did not receive any form of compensation for writing about these products. However, I was utterly compelled to write about them. I’m also kind of hoping the makers of these said products decide to send me a ‘free sample’ – on the remote chance they stumble upon my little corner of the Internet.  Because quite frankly, I’d really like to put these products to the test, to see if they can stand-up and deliver on all their promises.

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The Good, The Great, The Grand!

Posted on March 7, 2011 by Meleah

The Good:

After being really sick, I am finally feeling better.  Yay.

The Great:

Since I’ve been feeling down and out, ‘The Internet’ has reached out to me in so many ways. In addition to hundreds of emails and text messages, I received a lovely sympathy card from my dear friend, Valerie. And I was totally-super-surprised when I received THESE FLOWERS from one of my best blogging buddies, Nicky.

The card reads:
“You have been through some tough times lately, and I thought maybe these could cheer you up. You’ve put a smile on my face so many times, I hope I can do the same for you.
-Much love, Nicky.”

I am so touched, and moved, and truly blessed. And, yes, NOW I am smiling.

The Grand:

Remember back when I was suffering from writers block, and I couldn’t sleep, so I was up all night watching infomercials? Well, one thing led to another and I ended up ordering some products. And now, my dear readers, the day we’ve all been waiting for has finally come. My Pajama Jeans have arrived!

And not a moment too soon.  Because I recently made a pact, with my girlfriend, Linda. We have vowed to get dressed, every day in some form of ‘Real Clothes’. And these definitely count as ‘Real Clothes.’ Except that you don’t feel like you’re wearing jeans. Nope. You feel as if you are being swaddled in a newborn babies receiving blanket.

Now, I am thinking about making a ‘faux-commercial’ for these Pajama Jeans. But I want to pick your brain first. A long time ago, I made a movie about my ‘Unhealthy Obsession’ with my very first Apple Computer and I was doing all sorts of crazy things with my Mac. Well, I’d like to create my advertisement for Pajama Jeans in the same way. So, I want some ideas from you.

* What kind of over-the-top-outlandish things could / should I be doing while wearing Pajama Jeans?  Please leave your suggestion in the comments.

Oh, and just one last thing.

I do NOT like the way this year has been going for me. So, I’ve decided to ‘Start Over’. Because I can. And, I am ready to start ‘Doing Things Differently’ again.

Who’s with me?

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