BBQ and Blowouts

Happy Labor Day!

I think I like this hair style. It’s sort of reminiscent of my rampant obsession with Jersey Shore. What? Leave me alone, there are worse things in life to be addicted to…like meth or glue, or Suzie Orman. (Hash tag Get A Life). But my addiction to Jersey Shore is kind of like an Obsessive Compulsive person’s addiction to counting things: I just HAVE to watch it!! I mean, there’s no other explanation or justification; I just need to have my Jersey Shore episodes, or I will go crazy. Reasons why:

-Pauly D is my husband. He has not proposed, and I have never met him...but it will happen someday.

-I now love to use Spiker gel and Got 2 Be Hairspray to give myself a Jersey Shore Blowout.

-If I don’t watch the show, my authentic Jersey Shore accent and attitude will go out the window. And you can kiss my credibility of being %50 Italian goodbye.

If those aren’t good enough reasons to keep watching, then you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself.

On an otherwise Obession-free Labor Day…my family and I had a BBQ ribs grill out on our new fire pit tonight. It was a great time. We sat around it drinking beer and margaritas, eating the ribs and potatoes, playing games, and doing smores. It was my best time ever! If I could do that every day of my life, I can die happy.

 Also, I leave for New York City on Wednesday, and I hope I will have a time and place to update while I’m there. Hopefully I can steal away to a Starbucks on Sunday, but it is the 10^th anniversary of 9/11 so places will probably be hectic.