Funny!

The Television Without Pity crew liveblogged the Oscars.

Next year I can reclaim four hours of my life, and be more entertained!

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My lovely boyfriend mentioned lately "we haven't gone anywhere for awhile". Now I realize why... all we've been doing is buying concert tickets!

He goes to OKC in April for Rush with his childhood buddy. Then we go to KC in May for The Police (happy anniversary, honey!). June brings back Rush in Starlight Theatre, a venue we've not seen them in before.

That's above and beyond the struggle I'm dealing with, trying to decide whether to treat my son to a concert. Already missed the Three Days Grace show this week, and My Chemical Romance comes to Memorial Hall April 15.

Crikey! Looking at Ticketmaster, The Presidents of the United States are coming to Beaumont March 1!

They aren't kidding about the rock-n-roll lifestyle being hard to maintain.

One Benefit to Age

When I turned 36, I told my lovely boyfriend I was worried he could trade me in for two 18-year olds.

Then I remembered, he had already turned 42... I could trade him in for two 21-year olds. Which meant I'd be able to take my dates to the bar and get them drunk!

Now 38 doesn't sound so bad! You still can't take two 19-year olds to the bar.

Boy Toys

And we didn't even have to go to Canada for it!

At this rate, I won't have to talk to my boyfriend until 2009.

I Heart Pamie

and here's why: yearly Valentine's poems

Bow to His Geekness!

Igor drove from Chicago to Windsor, Ontario (and back!) yesterday...

for toys!

He works in a sports news room, so I suppose he comes by it honestly. At least it got him out of his mom's basement for the day.

I kid, I kid!!

Once he recovers from the extended exposure to light... he's promised to detail is 37-minute stay in Canada on his blog. Stay tuned!

UPDATE: As promised -- Je suis lovin 'il

Timbaland needs to lay off the steroids

Timbaland delivers tirade at party

By SOLVEJ SCHOU, Associated Press Writer

People's all-star, pre-Grammy concert with Timbaland ended with a resounding crash when the superproducer and rapper delivered a foul-mouthed tirade against the magazine because some of his friends were apparently left outside the venue.

With a blinged-out cross dangling from his neck, a sweaty Timbaland addressed the crowd at the Avalon Club just after finishing a high energy set with longtime muse Missy Elliott, capping a night of performances from acts such as Chris Cornell, Grammy-nominated band Paramore and One Republic in front of a crowd that included Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan and Ludacris.

"Next time I have one of my homeboys in line, let that (expletive) in!" Timbaland shouted as the event winded down after 2 a.m. Saturday, adding that he was a "peoples person."

"I don't like to see my people turned around for some (expletive) magazine ... (expletive) y'all!"
After his tirade ended, he walked off stage with music blasting. The party was effectively over.

A source close to Timbaland who requested anonymity because of the sensitive nature of the situation said the entertainer had been frustrated at what was described as security and production mishaps, and said he didn't mean to lash out at the magazine.

People magazine didn't have an official comment but a source close to the celebrity weekly said they were perplexed as to why Timbaland was upset and that they had considered the event a success. The magazine co-sponsored the party with Verizon Wireless to celebrate Timbaland's deal with the carrier to create a mobile album and content for the network.

Before that, the night was a sea of booze, glitz and lighter vibes, with Elliott wearing a black sweat shirt with "CHING A LING" spelled out in glittering gold letters on the front and a bright gold "MS" ring on her hand.

Elliott led the crowd in singing happy birthday to Timbaland, whose real birthday is in March. Hard-stomping dancers surrounded them. Elliott even joked, "Leave Britney alone! I like Britney," when the DJ started in with a clip of one of Spears' songs while Elliott performed.

Timbaland's discontent, however, could be seen earlier in the evening. As a shaggy-haired Chris Cornell, backed by a full band, rocked out some old hits and a new song in a 1:30 a.m. set, Timbaland stood at the side of the stage with a scowl on his face. But he only had a glowing intro for Cornell, whose upcoming solo album he produced, saying it was "the best" work he had ever done.

Right before he delivered his rant, he threatened to outdo Kanye West, known for his outbursts.

A bevy of other stars, including Jordin Sparks, will.i.am, Fergie and Mario Lopez, flocked to the party, where attendees guzzled beer and vodka and feasted on tiramisu cups and mini burgers in the darkly lit club.

Hilton, wearing pink heels and a matching pink headband, writhed and danced in an upstairs balcony when the DJ spun Spears' tune "Gimme More." Later, Hilton shimmied and stuck her middle fingers into the air as the band One Republic performed onstage below.

"Hannah Montana" teen phenom Miley Cyrus danced barefoot in front of the stage surrounded by a group of friends.
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AP Music Writer Nekesa Mumbi Moody contributed to this report.

Top 10 Reasons Lyndy Is Old...

10. Pants from the Gap or Old Navy do not look good on a post-baby body.

9. Pigtails worn with the wrong outfit looks creepy.

8. The median age of men smiling at not as young as I'd like!

7. "Ma'am". Oy.

6. Cousins I remember being BORN now have three kids.

5. Skin care products are bought based on the ratio of repair, rather than enhance qualities.

4. Canvas shoes all the rage in my teens are considered hip again.

3. Reminder calls have started for my 20-year high school reunion.

2. My son started shaving this weekend!

And the funniest reason that I now am, without a doubt, old:

1. While working with our college girl at the shoe store, I enter my register ID number (1988)... seeing which she exclaims in an innocent voice "that's the year I was born!"

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Fabulous, I'm old enough to have children in the workforce.

No More Spicy Food Before Bedtime!

Last night, I had a dream where I was the wife of Neil Peart.
He is the drummer for Rush.

This was weird for two reasons:
1. Neil was not wearing a helmet while driving his motorcycle, and
2. I was a depressed woman in the dream.

Why in the goddess' good name would I be depressed if I were married Neil Peart? Though, he really should stop smoking. As the Amazing Francisco of shoe girl fame says: "he'll get the black lung and die". Then I'd just be a rock and roll widow. Which doesn't sound near as romantic as being the woman that healed Neil's broken, poignant heart.

Last Saturday night at my mom's was a blast. The Andersons all got together to, as my mom said, to "eat, drink, and tell lies". We went through a ton of old family photos of my great aunt Winifred's. She was (I think) the youngest of my maternal grandmother's siblings, and the family historian. She is also a tad dingy, and by far the quirkiest of the bunch. But we all need those family members, to make us look better by comparison.

Even though everyone kept a group of pictures here and there, I don't know if we even made a dent. My mom scored her grandfather's WWI dog tags, his discharge papers, and some war rations. Either she or my uncle had the receipt for a house purchase, $800 and some odd dollars, cash. A lot of that stuff was just awesome. There are two big family pictures, both my great grandparents family portraits.

Here may explain a lot of my upbringing... in my great grandmother's family, there were two girls (out of about 10 kids). That would be my GGma Anderson (Kriepe), and her sister. Apparently the sister was a bit of a harlot, and became pregnant from a traveling salesman. This was seemingly SUCH an embarrassment upon the family, they cut the sister OUT of the family photo, and pasted a Wulfkulhe cousin IN. Yes, kids... I have a photoshopped family heritage!

It was good to have all the cousins there. My younger cousin's husband is home from Iraq, and getting no reprieve from the family abuse. Poor boy, good thing we like him, or we wouldn't try to behave ourselves. Shout out to cousin (and devoted reader) Peggy. This post is for you! Besides, she made the most yummy fudge. She offered to let me take some home, but I would have ate the whole damn thing, and made myself sick.

And then I really would have been the depressed woman of my dreams. Only not married to Neil Peart. That's okay, I have my own rock star at home. Only younger. Then I don't have to worry about him stroking out on me. Though I suppose it would be pretty rock and roll for me to induce cardiac arrest in my dates!