I read about those eight women who just won the mega-million dollar lottery and I thought to myself, “Man. Some people have all the luck.”
Then I got home from work and opened up my mailbox to find that my Netflix had arrived a day earlier than expected. “Score!” I thought. “Season 2 of Weeds. Who needs a stupid bunch of millions?”
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier, I opened up one of the envelopes and an extra DVD slid out. It was Rocky Balboa! Someone at Netflix must have known it was my birthday, so they snuck me another free movie! How awesome is that? That wasn’t even in my queue. So awesome.
I haven’t watched the bonus movie yet, but it sounds so good:
Though long retired from boxing, Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone) returns to the ring for one last hurrah in this drama featuring the iconic action star. Now widowed, Rocky’s settled into middle age running a deli. When he’s offered a shot at the title, he’ll have to go all out to prove he’s still got what it takes.
I sure hope Rocky wins.

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Last week, Queen Latifah and I were emailing about how since we share a birthday, we should plan a group celebration and I said, “Hey! Why don’t we call up the girls and go out for pizza and pitchers of beer? And then maybe later we can hit some clubs and go dancing. Sound good?”
And she was like, “Thank you for emailing Queen Latifah! We can assure you that Queen Latifah does read all her fan mail, and responds whenever she’s not on the road, filming a movie, or launching a new line of Cover Girl Easy Breezy Beautiful Cosmetics! In the meantime, don’t forget to check out her new CD, Trav’lin Light!”
So I guess she’s busy.
I’m kind of feeling weird about this birthday, and I’m not sure if it’s because 37 is just an unimpressive sounding year, or if I’m in a winter-induced funk because we’re now going on the FIFTH STRAIGHT MONTH of shitty freezing weather!
In any case, my lack of enthusiasm has made it difficult for me to make plans, so I thought I’d solicit some help from the Internets. But to make it more entertaining for all of us, I decided that we’d kick this old skool Mad Libs style.
So if you choose to participate, the first thing you need to do is DON’T CHEAT AND READ AHEAD! Don’t you remember how to play Mad Libs? You have to write down your answers first!
Okay, so here are the answers you need to write down in the comments before reading the Mad Lib text (I know… it’s a lot, but I’m one step closer to death. Indulge me, won’t you?):
1 emotion
2. your name
3. celebrity name
4. type of drink, plural
5. fast food restaurant
6. food item, plural
7. your favorite swear word
8. emotion
9. emotion
10. exclamation
11. famous actor
12. famous athlete
13. famous singer
14. adjective
15. prescription drug
16. famous politician
17. action verb, ending in –ing
18. comparative adjective, ending in -er
19. number between 1-36
Thanks for playing!

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It was a Sunday – that much I know – because we would only go to the 7-Mile Fair on Sundays. My parents took us there a couple times a year when the weather was nice. The fair isn’t really a fair at all; it’s a giant garage sale that spans 40 acres, packed tightly with aisle after aisle of rusty socket wrenches, irregular pencils, matted stuffed animals and rolls of masking tape that have been sitting in the hot sun so long that the stickiness has dried up.
Occasionally, though, we would uncover a real treasure there, like when I found the one and only doll I ever truly loved. I took her home and named her Red Baby. She was red, and she was my baby, and that was all that mattered.
But I’m not here to tell the story of Red Baby, because today I am a woman possessed. I’m possessed by the singular goal of recreating an album I bought at the 7-Mile Fair when I was about 7 or 8 years old.
It all started a few months ago when I couldn’t get the song, “Candyman” out of my head.
Who can take a sunrise? Sprinkle it with dew?
I would be sitting at work, typing away, when I would catch myself humming.
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two…
One day it finally hit me: I used to own that song. It was on that album from the 7-Mile Fair that must have been some Greatest Hits of the 70’s compilation. Since that day, I have been trying to rebuild the album, song by song, through iTunes. So far, I can only remember three:
• Candyman by Sammy Davis, Jr.
• One Bad Apple by The Osmonds
• Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again by The Fortunes
The weird thing is that it’s not as though I want to listen to these songs again – most of them were truly awful. It’s more like I need to listen to them again, for closure. I feel like this is some sort of deep, repressed memory that I’ve tucked away for decades and if I don’t confront it, I’m going to continue to be haunted by the ghost of Sammy Davis, Jr. for the rest of my life.
If only I could remember the name of the album, I could go on eBay or Craigslist or a Sammy Davis, Jr. chat room and try to find it. I feel like there was a rainbow on the cover, or an apple… but maybe I just made that up. I can’t be sure. I keep hoping that some of the other songs will come to me in a dream or in a peyote haze on my next vision quest.
To put an end to my torture and help close this chapter of my life, I am offering a lifetime* supply of Sea-Monkeys® to anyone who can find the album that had those three songs on it. And maybe had a rainbow or an apple on the cover. Or maybe it didn’t. God speed!
*By lifetime, I mean the Sea-Monkeys®’ lifetime, not yours.
***UPDATE***UPDATE***UPDATE***
The search is over! I didn’t think it was possible for me to love Canadians any more than I already do, but minutes ago, Mike of Speak Into the Mike sent me this link and I actually screamed out loud when I started to read the songs. This is totally the album. How do I know? Because this song is on it:

As is this one:

And the memories come flooding back.
You probably won’t hear from me for the next week or so because I’m going on a trip down memory lane. Ear-worm filled memory lane.
You’re my hero, Mike! As is Tony, who also sent me the link in his comment! You guys rule the school!

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Here’s the thing about the Internet: there’s a lot of information out there, and a lot of it is scary. For example, sometimes when you’re trying to get your fat cat to lose weight, you might stumble across websites that teach you how to grind up chickens with the head and bones and organs to make your own raw cat food. But that’s not the scary part. The scary part is when you suddenly find yourself measuring the cubic storage space in your freezer, Googling “where to buy rabbit carcasses” and pricing out meat grinders on eBay.
I’ve been trying to get my cats on a high protein diet for the past two weeks, but have discovered that the strict carb-filled diet they’ve been on since birth has taught them to hate meat. As I’m typing this, Miso is eating a Kleenex. I wish so badly that I were kidding. I suppose I should be happy he’s chosen a clean one.
I have spent over $100 buying every kind of wet cat food imaginable, from the top of the line grain-free organic chicken kind to the $0.39 a can 9-Lives Super Supper whose main ingredients are beak and beak by-products. I’ve offered them paté style, sliced, shredded, cubed, in gravy, with sauce, chunky style, fluffy, whipped with eggs, in pouches, packets and flip top cans… and at best all my cats will do is lick around the edges and then walk away. The next morning, the wet food sits on the plate exactly where I left it, now crusted over and still untouched. So I give them their new healthier dry food which they reluctantly nibble while reflecting on happier times when I thought cats were supposed to eat rice.
The only thing we can all agree on is how much we love feathers and Kanye West:

Orange Team isn’t giving up yet.

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Crinklety crinklety crinklety.
Sift sift sift.
::pluck::
Chomp chomp chomp.
Smack.
Crinklety crinklety crinklety.
Shake shake shift.
::pluck::
Chew chomp chomp.
Smack.
Shake shake shake.
Crinklety crinklety shake.
::pluck::
Chomp chew chew.
Smack.
This was what I had to listen to the entire train ride home on Friday, while the young woman seated next to me sorted through her bag of “Cranny Banany” premium trail mix, turning it and twisting it and delicately mining her way past the banana chips, dried cranberries, and mango pieces to the bottom of the bag in order to find the honey roasted peanuts hidden within.
It took all my restraint and a few layers of enamel off my molars not to grab her by the shoulders and shake her while screaming, “Hey! I just heard about this awesome new trail mix I think you’ll just love. IT’S CALLED A BAG OF F*CKING PEANUTS! AAAARGGHHH!”
I think the cold weather is finally starting to break me.

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What seems like eons ago, a woman on the other side of the country decided to run a race, or ride her bike, or compete in a triathlon – I forget which now – for a charitable cause like curing cancer, or fighting homelessness, or researching diabetes – I forget which now – and she had one simple request of her readers: contribute some small amount of money to her worthy cause and she would one day write a guest post on our blogs.
What she didn’t know is that I never expected to actually get a guest post. I don’t contribute to charitable causes because I want something in return. That’s insulting. I contribute to charitable causes so that I can feel like a do-gooder without having to actually participate in them myself. And for the tax deductions.
Imagine my surprise when late last night, I found a link to the following guest entry from Asia. So now, not only did I get to feel like Melinda Gates for the past many months, floating in a cloud of philanthropic euphoria, but I also get a free entry out of it as well. I’m jealous of myself right now. So without further ado:

Guest Post for Jenny [Ed. Note: Alternately titled – Who will be the Biggest Loser? My money’s on Miso.)
By Asia
I have a fat cat. Oh, it feels so good to finally say that out loud! It first came to my attention that Willie was fat a couple years ago when her vet paused in an endless stream of compliments about how beautiful she was and said, WELL, SHE IS A LITTLE HEAVIER THEN I WOULD LIKE HER TO BE THOUGH. And I was like WHAT? WHATEVER LADY.
I went through all the justifications and denials. She just has a “thick and luxurious hair…” she is “voluptuous…” that’s just her “winter coat…” she is a “large breed…” but nothing stopped the taunting and laughter of that cold fat truth. She is a fat, fat cat. So fat, in fact, that my husband has taken to calling her a MUSK OX.

I tried to put her on a diet for the first time. It was in 2005 during the low-carb craze that her vet suggested I try feeding her exclusively wet food. At that point she had already been on lite-food for almost six months in a pre-emptive move against the leisurely life she seemed intent on living. Willie however, absolutely refused to eat the canned food opting instead to starve and/or muscle Edison out of his own trough until she was full.

Lookit how thin she is there!
Clearly her will, then as perhaps now (we shall see), was stronger than any of ours, separate or combined, even pre-cancer. I chose to accept that she was just naturally Rubenesque and have endured Clark’s gasps and taunts every time we drag out the scale. But over the years those numbers on the scale have crept up, ounce by ounce by ounce.
By the way, my husband, a vociferous dog lover, claims to hate cats and frequently reviles them when the subject of their intelligence and value comes up. HOWEVER, he can more frequently be found in the basement watching the news with both his arms wrapped around Willie, nose to nose, cooing gently in her ear. He rarely goes to bed unless he knows exactly where she is and when she doesn’t come in late at night he asks me with a faint quiver in his voice where is my kitty? SO HE CAN JUST SHUT UP ABOUT THE MUSK OX ALREADY CAUSE NOW I TOLD THE WORLD.

Anyway, when the subject of feline obesity came up recently over drinks I was so profoundly relieved and inspired to share this immovable burden with another human being… to speak of it outloud! I am so inspired to make this life style change with Willie. I finally feel like she… we… no, all of us have a second chance at life!

Biggest Loser Feline Edition(tm) will pit Willie and I against Jenny and Miso in a weight-loss competition for greatness because every American knows happiness lies is beating other people and making them listen to you brag. And in being thin.
Everything already posted regarding BLFE is accurate except that each contestant will knit a kitty scarf for the opposing team. Remember Jenny? That was in the gift bag because otherwise if I only have to knit for the winner I will never learn to knit, and that was the point of kitty scarves in the first place.
Let the healthy-living, whole-food eating, exercising begin!
[Ed. Note: Yes, Asia, I totally forgot that we were both going to knit kitty scarves, but I see right there on our official notebook that it says “mutual” next to cat scarf. How could I have forgotten about the gift bag? I think I was in an Old-Fashioned induced haze that night. I’m working on mine right now.]

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It’s been bothering me ever since I saw the doctor last month. I guess it’s one thing to know something in your heart, and it’s entirely another to hear it uttered from the mouth of a medical professional.
But there it is – I can’t deny it any longer. My cat is not big boned. He’s not a growing boy. He doesn’t just have a lot of skin. Medically speaking, he has a fat pad that almost drags to the ground. In a nutshell, he’s obese, and I need to do something about it.

When I went to the pet store the next day looking for some new toys and diet food, the overly eager 25-year old “pet consultant” gave me a pursed frown and lectured me that no matter how many times my cat begged me for more food, no matter how much he cried, I would have to remain strong for his sake.
“It’s not your fault, you know. You were just doing what you thought was right. You just love him too much.”
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t feed my cat whenever he begged; I fed him exactly what it said to feed him on the back of the cat food bag, which my vet just informed me is twice as much as a cat should eat. I wanted to tell him that I knew it wasn’t my fault, it was Iams’.
And I wanted to tell him that I didn’t come there for his psychobabble reverse guilt trip bullshit. I came there for some low-cal food and a plastic stick with some feathers on the end. And maybe that laser pointer.
But instead, I just nodded my silent confession.
As I shared my story with some friends this past week, I looked across the table and recognized that same look of guilt on Asia’s face.
“My cat is fat, too. I need to put her on a diet, but she’s already been eating diet food for the past two years.”
“I know – it’s just really hard with cats. They don’t want to do anything. How do you even get a cat to exercise?”
As we sipped our drinks, an idea suddenly struck us. What our cats needed was motivation. They needed a reason to exercise, a reason to get fit. What they needed was the American dream: a bitter competition, with the promise of moderate celebrity and personal financial gain in the end.
And thus, the idea was born: Biggest Loser Feline Edition™
The rules are simple – we have three months to get our cats into shape through a healthy diet and strict exercise regimen. No diet pills or gastric bypass surgeries are allowed. The cat with the highest percentage of body weight lost will win.
So what does the Biggest Loser win?
1. Certificate of Achievement
2. Catnip mouse
3. $20 gift certificate to Petsmart
4. Bragging rights
5. Cat scarf knitted by the losing team
Clearly a prize package worth competing for.
We will weigh our cats once a week and post photos on Flickr. I’m also taking my cat’s measurements because sometimes it’s not about the pounds, it’s about the inches, and I want him to be able to celebrate his minor successes along the way.
The competition began on March 1st with the official weigh-in and measurements. This is going to be a life-altering three months for our cats, and I felt it was only right that I no longer hide my cat’s identity behind a blog pseudonym. He’s going to need all the support he can get during this challenging time.
Orange Team
Trainer: Jenny
Contestant: Miso
Starting weight: 15.0 lbs
Green Team
Trainer: Asia
Contestant: Willie
Starting weight: 14.2 lbs
After just three days, I can already tell this is going to be an uphill battle. I have feathers, glitter balls, furry mice, lasers and cat tubes, but so far, the only time Miso showed a remote interest in exercise was when I was trying to measure his belly and he ran off with the tape measure.

I see now that being a personal trainer is an enormous responsibility, and it’s all about understanding and adapting to the personality of your clients in order to tap into what will motivate them.
Asia is an accomplished athlete and a fierce competitor, so her approach as a trainer is a bit different than mine. She proposed going the psychological route by leaving Cat Fancy Magazine centerfolds all over her house, as a constant reminder to her cat Willie of what she might one day look like. Personally, I worry that this could trigger a downward spiral into low self-esteem and bulimia brought on by the unattainable standards set by the media, but that’s just me. Looking at this photo stolen from Asia’s Flickr site, Willie doesn’t seem resentful at all, so who am I to argue?

Miso is more cerebral than physical, so I decided that he needed to visualize his progress, which is why I bought him his own personal white board. Here you can see him studying a photo of himself seven years ago, before his weight problems began. We’ve been trying to get at the root of his overeating, and so far, I think it may stem from some early abandonment issues.

[click to enlarge]
I’m not implying that one approach is better than the other, but let’s just say that I’m not worried about knitting cat scarves anytime soon. Go Orange!

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This past week, I was holed up in a too hip for its own good hotel in Portland working on, among other things, the final plans for TequilaCon 2008. The TequilaCon Planning Committee was called together from all corners of the earth, or Washington and Oregon, to select the official location for the event, and I’m happy to say that we only had to smash one Long Island Iced Tea on the ground in order to reach consensus.

Vahid, Sibyl, Asia, Dave2, Shari and Brandon all arrived ready to roll up their sleeves and don their fedoras to get down to business. It was the kind of can-do attitude that makes a person proud to be a blogger. [Sadly, I missed Dustin’s arrival the next day because he was too afraid the fedoras would break his show curls.]

Even after the location was chosen, the ideas kept flowing. This was possibly my most productive weekend in recent memory. Not satisfied with simply locking in the destination, we pushed ourselves further and further to make this the most educational meet up ever. As evidence, I give you this impressive numbered list:

1. We utilized spreadsheets with complex and unbiased scoring mechanisms.
2. We mapped out quarterly to-do lists on top-of-the-line notebooks.
3. We debunked quantum physics and the theory of infinity.
4. We devised a plan to combat feline obesity.
5. We discovered that an iPod docking station, YouTube and potentially free wine are a recipe for sheer joy.

And of course, there were tattoos.

So after all that unnecessary buildup, I give you the official details:

TequilaCon 2008
Saturday, May 3rd 2008
6:00pm – ?
North Bowl Lounge ‘n Lanes
Philadelphia, PA

I’m pretty sure that North Bowl was a suggestion from Ashbloem many months ago, and ironically, many months of research led us right back to it again, so thanks, Ash!

Our VP of Design, Dave2, unveiled some amazingly awesome graphics, one of which is below. And the more observant among you will notice a little hidden visual treat. That boy is crazy mad skilled with the subliminalz.

I’ll be sending out more details via email in the future, so if you’re planning on coming and want to be added to the distribution list, just leave me a comment or send me an email.

Philadelphia, here we come!

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Hey.
If you checked into a hotel and there was a card that said, “Thanks for joining us again, Jennifer!” and it was kind of sitting near a bottle of wine, but there were also several other expensive bottles of wine in the mini bar, would you:
a) Assume the wine was a gift and drink it.
b) Assume the wine was a trap and leave it because you knew they were going to add $67 to your hotel bill.
c) Assume the wine was a trap and drink it anyway.
d) Smash the bottle against the bathroom mirror and slice up the bedspread with the broken shards because they called you “Jennifer.”
e) Open up the $4.50 tin of mini Snickers and hide the wrappers so that housekeeping wouldn’t know you ate them all.
I did one of these things. And I’m still not sure about the wine. Seriously, gift or trap?
And by the way, it’s Leap Day. Make the most of it.

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I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. The internet could disappear today, and it all would have been worth it just for YouTube. Today’s reason for loving YouTube is that it has reunited me with two of my most passionate crushes of all time, Ann Wilson and Steve Perry. And until just now, I never noticed that they pretty much had the same hair. What do you know?


Please take a moment to rock out.

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