July 2008 Archives

Thank goodness for the news wires!

This afternoon, the Philly newspaper ran an update story on the big girl who was on the blog yesterday.

In this story, officials said humans are not the only ones becoming victims of the economy. It appears that "Princess Chunky,' who is really a male cat named Powder, was let go by an elderly woman who had her home foreclosed.

Sad, huh?

But don't worry. Powder is getting plenty of attention, and will no doubt be adopted.

We even had at least one reader write to the newspaper today and ask for contact information for the shelter so they could adopt the big girl, I mean, boy.

So, I'll keep you guys posted.

Have you guys seen the story on this cat?

For those catchin up, this is "Princess Chunky," a 44-pound, yes, that's right, 44-pound cat who was found by New Jersey animal shelter officials.

In this story, they talk more about the chunky but funky cat who will be up for adoption by Saturday if not claimed by her owner.

Question - how does a cat this big get loose?

Don't you think a big girl like this would be, I don't know, missed?

Well, we wish Princess Chunky, as her foster mommy calls her, well.

Big kitty in the house.

You sister, Amy Winehouse, is in trouble - again.

She was rushed to the hospital last night, and released early this morning.

Her father said she was being treated for crack-related, I mean, medicine-related problems, specifically an allergic reaction to medication.

Is that the same as an overdose?

Guys, Amy needs help more than someone needs to tell Lisa Rinna her lips make her look like a fish.

She's in worse shape than Britney Spears was, and that, dear readers, is truly an accomplishment.

Or have you ever found grains of rice in the butter bowl?

A broken-off potato chip in the dip container?

Or left a little sour cream in the salsa from your last dipping experience?

I don't think it's just me, but I did find some rice in the butter bowl.

The crazy thing is - I can't remember the last time I made rice.

Hmmm. . . do you think there's some other person using my butter, or did the rice move into it of its own accord?

The mysteries never cease.

Now I know how the sour cream got in the salsa and the chip left in the dip.

My bad.

Ok, readers. I've got a task for you.

Give me a funny caption for this photo of Amy Winehouse.

I'll put the funniest ones on the blog next week.

But I am still at 259 pounds.

This has been a really busy week. I hate that they make me do my real job and that it keeps me away from blogging.

I know, my employers are really no fun.

Anywho, things are OK. I'm still doing the Sutri-System thing, but now drowning in extra foods.

They send so much stuff. . . there's no way to get through all of it, especially the stuff that sucks.

Most of the food, though is really good.

I will have some new posts up Friday, and next week.

Give me a shout out if you're with me.

Once again, OK! Magazine got the baby scoop.

The Brit trash tab is on the hot seat for it's previous baby scoop, on the nation's favorite unwed Spears, Jamie Lynn, and her new baby.

My homey, Amanda, sent this story to me.

Basically, New York law requires restaurants to put the calorie content on menus and other food displays.

In the story, many said they had sticker shock from looking at how many calories their favorite foods, even ones that are supposed to be healthy, had.

For example, one woman found out the "healthy" (and I am using air quotes) chicken, cheese and walnut salad she loves from T.G.I. Fridays actually has more than 1,300 calories in it.

That Starbucks muffin you love - more than 600 calories.

Don't even get me started on Wendy's and other fast food.

Some folks didn't appreciate getting the sticker shock. What do you think?

Would you like to know how many calories are in the foods you're eating while your out?

Let me hear it, people, give me a shout out in the comments.

Everybody in Hollywood is having babies this summer.

Maybe it's something in the water. . .

Anywho, here's some first pictures of Jessica Alba's baby, from our favorite catty blogger, Perez Hilton.

On Tuesday, I did something I had not done in more than six months - I went to a cycling class.

I was nervous about testing my ankle out this way. I know it's been several months, but I'm still in physical therapy, and sometimes prone to toppling over when the ankle decides it does not want to cooperate.

Still, I was tired of not being able to go to the gym, so I braved an hour-long class with my gym buddy, Jen.

When we got there, we came face to face with the evil "WOO!" instructor, otherwise known as my nemesis.

Have you guys ever seen this show?

It comes on Animal Planet, and basically, this English woman goes to people's home to help them do excorcisms on dogs from hell.

Some have called the dog trainer, Victoria, in a desperate state, because they no longer have control of their household. The dog is running things, acting out and being a general pain in the keister.

What!?!?!?!

I'm proud of for trying to help stars who are fashion disasters.

Instead of picking on them mercilessly like some bloggers (Ahem. . . ), they try to help them abandon their. . . unique. . . styles for more stylish colothing.

For example, take this intervention for R & B star Alicia Keyes.

Personally, I'd just say that Alicia is trying to bring back the 70s camel toe, and that she really should murder her stylist.

But gofugyourself.com is not the shallow.

They staged an intervention online, to help Alicia get away from the tight, skinny-legged jeans, pants, etc. that make her legs look like fleshy baseball bats.

Bravo, gofugyourself.com, for being brave enough to make a difference.

What the crack is wrong with Amy Winehouse?

In this post, our favorite gossip blogger Perez Hilton talks about how she attacked three folks over the last few days.

I'm just trying to figure out why this stick of a woman is going around trying to beat on people.

I mean, she doesn't really have much weight anymore to put behind a punch.

Also, could she look any more cracked out?

Has anyone brought up the idea of rehab to her again? I'm not being a hater, I'm just saying.

It's a sunny day, the birds are chirping and it's a perfect time to make fun of celebrities.

I don't know about you, but it's good to know that celebs have bad - sometimes, really bad - clothes and hair days.

With that in mind, I bring you the latest of my favorite MSN Entertainment feature, "Undressed."

Not only is the woman who does this online feature cruel, but she's also funny and a master at dropping in 80s references.

So, here's to celebs dressing poorly, and wasting time at work.

Enjoy.

As always, I'm looking for the magic bullet that will help me lose more weight.

Since I'm still tipping the scale at over 250, it is apparant that I haven't found it.

However, there is hope.

This story talks about how keeping a food journal keeps people on track, and helps them drop the pounds fast.

I think it has something to do with the guilt of seeing that pair of glazed donuts washed down with a whole bag of Doritoes on the page that motivates.

The key, however is to be honest with yourself, and write down everything, even that piece of candy you had this morning.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

So, I challenge all of you to start a food diary. We can start it together on Monday.

After a week, well chat here again on how we did.

I'm interested to see what I've been eating.

Good luck, dear readers and fellow dieters.

Hello, dear readers.

Do you remember how I told you I found one gray hair?

Well, it brought friends with it.

As I combed my hair this morning, I found out something horrible.

I'm going gray!

I'm only. . . 30-something!

That's too young for gray!

What should I do?

Ok, Michele, do not panic.

For those of you who have gray, you know what I'm talking about. You just wake up one morning, and it's there, staring back at you.

Where did you come from, gray hair that just clashes with the dark brown hair surrounding it.

One, two, three, four, five. . .

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Ok, I'm not in a panic. I'm OK with this.

I'm calling to schedule a hair appointment right now.

Ah, the eternal question of whether to choose a sex offender who you love, or to choose to be with your child. . .

What to do? What to do?

In this letter to Abby, the writer laments this point, saying her boyfriend, 'got himself into some trouble,' and now has be be a registered sex offender who can't be around children - even his own.

The couple has an 11-month-old daughter together. The writer would have to give up custody of the toddler to be with her true love.

What a quandry she's in. . . .

Ok, do you want to smack this woman, or should I?

Hi there, readers.

Your pleasantly plump blogger has been away for a bit, but I'm back.

I have not yet lost another pound.

I know it's because the pounds are fighting to stay with me.

I keep trying to tell them that we've enjoyed our time together (like when we ate the doughnuts that created the pounds), but it's time for them to go.