Thursday, July 24, 2008

Defy this!

So, I fessed up to my aunts the other day that I had entered the world of age-defying makeup, to which my Aunt Jan said "what are YOU doing wearing age-defying makeup?" (which is exactly what I paid her to say-good work auntie!). I mean, let's face it people, I ain't getting any younger (insert sarcastic comment HERE), so I've ventured into unchartered makeup territory. I mean, it's not like I even have any wrinkles (yet), but I figure it's best to take precautionary measures. The only thing keeping me from completely being depressed about my age is the fact that I don't look it. And I plan to keep it that way. Speaking of, I really need to call Alisa and get my six gray hairs covered up.....

So, the Cubs finally won last night and it was about effin' time. Geez o'Pete! Apparently, Alfonso Soriano was the missing ingredient (that's a lot of pressure for a brotha!). And kudos to Reed Johnson for the grand slam (does he still have that porn star moustache? I didn't get to see the game because I live in Cardinal Nation.....). I was feeling quite anxious about the situation as I watched CC Sabathia completely manhandle the Cardinals last night. Is this guy even human? Or is he from the planet Sabathia, where everyone is freakishly good at baseball? I mean, seriously, the rest of the Brewers could have just scored one run to get the win then sat the rest of the night out, enjoying some brewskys over at Hrabosky's. JJ Hardy could have just sat there and looked pretty. It would have been fine. CC was ON IT. I think I might hate him. It's only fitting since I hate the rest of the Brewers (read: insanely jealous because they are freakishly talented and are breathing down the Cubs necks). Ay yay yay, I love baseball!!!!!!

1 comment:

Jen Estes said...

I was recently at Bed, Bath & Beyond and took a stroll by the magnifying "beauty" mirrors to which I was horrified to see a pasty bag of pores and crows feet staring back at me. Since then I've been frequenting the Oil of Old Lady products for my own precautionary measures. Solidarity, sister.