America’s Next Top Model Marathon…whaaa? is that…did they…

Why did I watch the marathon? Why? Am I finally that mindless that I have to rehash something that didn’t interest me until I met a couple of the contestants and wanted to know  what the hubbub was?
Man, I’ve gotta tell ya, going out of doors is a good thing. I’ve seen every episode and still have no idea what makes a good photo. Nigel, the poor sod…while a goodlooking man, kills me. If personality were apples, well…we’d not have pies a-plenty. His wife is quite lovely and they should use her more often. Nigel just rubs me the wrong way. I think it’s the teeth. The teeth, mama. I’m no trip to Hawaii, but put ‘em away, man!

The chatter about the body positions, the open squint (can that be possible?), Miss J–a word about that one–I don’t care if you’re a gay man, you’re a man. I’m not gonna call ya ‘Miss’. Hate to break it to ya, J–until you’ve experienced your menses, I don’t wanna hear you call yourself ‘Miss’. Get over it. You don’t see a bunch of lesbians calling one another ‘Mister Sharon’. Stop it. It’s not cute.

Tyra’s not as annoying as Heidi Klum is on ‘Project Runway’, but if I hear ‘continue on’ one more freakin’ time, there is gonna be war. Just say continue. It’s okay. Love ya, but let’s move it along. My brain hurts.
Twiggy is probably the only one who just does her thing and gets over it.

Eh. I am sure that modeling is tough. Goodness knows I don’t have the stomach for it.  Nor the physique. Dude, they’re nuts.
Now on to my suggestions to spice it up:

1. Have a ‘house mother’ who is there to check the girls. This is required. She will make  them read literature. She will correct their grammar. She will require them to chew with their mouths closed. She will be a heavy drinker. She may wake them up on random evenings  in a drunken rage dressed as Joan Crawford. 

2. No calls to the boyfriends. It’s boring.

3. If there’s a cat fight, please don’t prolong it. Tell them all to shut up.

4. Help us understand why we should care about someone’s hands being stiff.

5. Prohibit Miss J from wearing that long tee shirt and heels. At the very least, make him wear hose.

6. Jay Manuel. Make him stop wearing lip gloss and bleaching his hair. I’d like to see him as a redhead. That’s just me.

7. Nigel. Seriously, get that stick outta your arse. Take a good hard look at those choppers of yours. Appreciate your wife a whole lot more. She’s gotta kiss that mouth.

(by the way, bring your Mom back–she rocks)

8. Tyra needs to stop saying ‘continue on’. Stop it. Bring your Mom along. She’s cool.

9. Make the models promise not to crab about their makeovers. Make them sign a waiver. The  show’s been on how long? Get over it. Quit yer bitchin’.

10. Guest judges from the real world. Matter of fact, have one of the past contestants come in.

Okay, that’s it.

There will be a 12 step program for me. I made the time to blog about this. There is an intervention in my future.

Catching up is so hard to do– Right?

Well, first let me apologize for neglecting you. It wasn’t my intent to completely forget about you. I feel just like Loretta Lynn in “Coalminer’s Daughter” when she has her breakdown.  “Patsy’s always sayin’ ‘little girl, ya got to run your own life’….well, mah life’s been a-runnin’ me” Yep. I’ve let my life run away with me and I’ve not been an active participant and I’ve allowed my work drama get under my skin. Kids, it’s a friggin’ job; it’s not my life. Whoa, Nellie, right?
So, it’s back, back in the NY groove. Spoke with some friends, got it together and feel that my big ‘ole size elevens are rooted again in the soil of my life’s rhythm. Going to get back to writing because that’s important to me. I’ve got a ton of stories to tell and they’re worth telling.
Back to cooking again, which is a blast and the big news…drumroll please…

THE PRETZEL COOKBOOK IS ON AMAZON! So you can pre-order it and have a blast.

The title is: The Pretzel Cookbook: A New Twist on Everyone’s Favorite Snack.

Take a look; you’ll be glad that you did. OR, you’ll completely forget about it and it will go directly into the remainder bin.
Wow, way to have a positive outlook. Frankly, I think it’s a great book for what it is…pretzels. Pretzels are a favorite for many, many folks.
If you dig soft pretzels this is your book. If you’re too lazy to bother making pretzels, there are recipes using store bought pretzels.

If you are somewhere in the middle, there’s recipes using frozen bread dough.

You can run, but you can’t hide. Get the book. After you receive it, shoot me an email and I might just autograph it for ya.

Could be valuable some day. COULD BE…ya never know.

This week, let’s try to keep a positive outlook. When something or someone gets you down, remember that you’ve got at least one person pulling for you. That person is the Pfunk.

I believe in you. You can accomplish just about anything as long as you let your light shine. Let it shine, people! Rock it when you can, appreciate just where you are right now; you may know it can only get better. Better and better. Life is short, so play like you mean to win.

With that said, I bid you a kick ass week.

 Go get ‘em!

(or take a nice long nap.)

Recipes are coming…I’ve been remiss on that front as well.

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