I had no idea....

that NM was back! I tell you, my day just keeps getting better.....wait, never mind. My husband just asked me if he could get a harmonica. I swear, he really is Doug Heffernan (for those of you who watch King Of Queens re-runs). Remember the episode where Doug bought himself a harmonica? Mr. MOI is Doug Heffernan with ambition. You would NEVER see my husband come home and veg out on the couch. Just doesn't happen around these parts. Which leaves me wondering why he needs a harmonica, it's not like he has time to play it.

On another note, I met someone who actually owns a Snuggie and uses it! And loves it. I really thought these commercials were on tv for our amusement not actually for sale. Not for normal people anyway, maybe Jedi Knights. But she is quite normal.... I also found out there is apparently a Snuggie knock-off, Slankets. I kid you not. This proves there is a market for ANYTHING. Snuggie knock-offs, wow.

“Not every night”

After visiting the dentist yesterday, I started thinking about something: Out of all the doctors and physicians that we visit, (just to clarify this for my blog partner, chiropractors don’t count for either of these groups), the dentist is the only one we lie to or at least try to fool.

Now I don’t know if Im the only one that does this but I usually brush my teeth right before I go for my regular visits/cleaning. I guess I do this to show them my teeth are clean but yet I pay $120 for the cleaning. Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to go in there right after lunch and make then earn that money? I mean would you clean your house before hiring a maid to come over and clean it? Or clean your clothes before taking it to the dray cleaners?

I also lie to my dentist every time I go in there.
Dentist: “So, are we flossing every night?”
Me: “No not every night, probably only 3 or 4 nights a week”(when in fact the last time they got flossed was when his assistant did it for me)

I’ve also heard on several different occasions that dentist have the highest suicide rate out of any profession. I don’t get it. Shouldn’t this award go to the guy that has to clean up the set after a porn scene, or the guy that has to clean sewer lines for a living. What about proctologist, they can’t be loving life.

So next time your on your way to the dentist, pick up some spinach dip, and cheetos.


And then……

Part time status

Well its been a while but I’ve reinstated myself on a part time status since I may not be able to post as regularly as my blog partner. Also, I can honestly say my life hasn’t change nearly as much as Moi’s in the last three years.

As Im writing this, my wife is watching some “Lovers Lane” valentine weekend movie marathon event on Lifetime (im having the pleasure if hearing these movies in the background). I would love to take the next 15min to tell you how much I hate this channel but that would go against my attempts at “quality” blogs.

But while we’re on the subject of bad acting, my absolute worst and most hated person has to be the guy on CSI Miami, David Caruso. I can’t stand this guy and the way he talks and acts. I just don’t understand how the networks keep him on, season after season. If your not familiar with this guy just watch the first 5min of any CSI Miami episode and you should be able to spot this sorry excuse for an actor in no time.

How effective are commercials these days? I mean certain stuff I get but a commercial for Milk? Or Pork (the other white meat)? Why are these companies spending money on these ads. Who is Milk competing with, Water? And do consumers really pick their beer of choice based on who has the funniest commercials? Maybe they do, but shouldn’t it be based on taste and drinkability?

And then………..

Pole Dancing

Recently I spoke with a gal who is taking pole dancing classes . I realize this is a legitimate form of exercise. I mean, you have got to have some mean ab muscles to slide down a pole in various positions and then commence to dancing on 4 inch heels upon landing. What I didn't realize, however, was the fact that there are levels of pole dancing....eight to be exact. I asked her if they offer stripes upon completion of levels. You know, ones that you could sew onto a jacket or a bag....to display your achievements. You gotta celebrate your talents.

This conversation left me with more questions than answers and got me to thinking what those stripes might look like and I came up with this. Maybe rather than the typical "stripes", they could have a pair of legs in high heels be their "stripes". And is there a "Pole Dancers Union" that we could present this idea to?

Another question that I didn't get answered is "Where does the trainer get her certification?" I mean, is this what pole dancers do when they are too old for the pole...train younger girls to get on the pole? Or is this simply what the corporate ladder (or more appropriately, pole) looks like for Pole Dancers? Do young girls think "I am going to be a pole dancer in hopes of being a trainer one day" the same way young professionals think " I am going to start out in sales and move to corporate?"

Another interesting fact is that the gym where these classes are offered actually sell stripper shoes. And to answer the question that many of you are wondering, YES, there are alot of clear heels in this mix. The others are metallic. This gives rise to another idea...maybe the stripes could be displayed on the heel of the shoes. There is certainly room for them on 4 inch heels.

Just some food for thought as we head into Valentine's weekend.....

Something's wrong with me

I am very excited about pending tests and blood work that I have had done recently. I am hoping that something comes back abnormal....albeit just abnormal enough to explain what's wrong with me. I don't want a diagnosis that forces me to contemplate my life, my choices that I have made and so forth and so on. Just an explanation, that's all I am looking for.

And while we are discussing that, I will give an update on the anaphylactic reaction. It is doing much better. While it is still present (mostly in my face now) it is much more bearable and does not affect my activities....which is a good thing as I am being chased about showing up at a Happy Hour on Friday. All I can say is, it better be good if I am going to be putting make-up on my face with the way that feels of late. Don't make me regret this, Rick.

Three years, a look back

I was thinking about the last three years.

Some things change. Leave NJ and move to Pennsylvania, get a new job, 0pen a business (www.MOIskincare.com), get Pregnant (oops), have baby, quit job, learn how hard it is to manage biz and kid

And some things NEVER change. I can STILL do (and should be doing) Holly Rowe's job. (If ESPN is reading this.....call me.)