Living with Boom Boom and Depeche Mode has been a blast the last few weeks.  Boom Boom and I get up and meet in the kitchen she makes me a parfait while I pack her lunch.  Then we carpool to work together and talk about all of the fun that we are going to have that night.  Typically these plans involve us stopping at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of champagne (or something like champagne with a more appealing price tag).  Then we proceed to get hammered in front of her son, Brown, and end up watching some wonderful show like Jerseylicious, Real Housewives of New Jersey, or Tough Love Couples.  All the shows that Depeche Mode would rather slit his wrists than watch.  But like the loving husband (and roommate) he is, he watches the shows with us.

Sometimes we all line up on the couch with our Apple products and ignore each other.  Instead we send each other Facebook and Twitter messages.  We are freaking awesome.  The other night we all shared our itunes libraries together.  Yay, friends!

In return they cash in on my Mexican heritage and make me do the dishes, clean the bathrooms, and take care of all of the lawn work.

The other day, Boom Boom was telling us about how much she loved Diner Dash.  Like an idiot I downloaded it my iPhone and now it’s like crack for me.  The only issue is that now all of these things seem to be creeping into other aspects of my life.

Here’s a little message I wrote to Boom Boom at work today.

• Catherinette: I forgot to tell you about my dream last night. I was playing Diner Dash and singing “All the Right Moves.” That basically went on for about 45 minutes. The problem is that I only know the one line, “all the right moves in all the right places.” Know what’s even better than that? I was making up my own lyrics, the real lyrics are actually, “All the right moves and all the right faces.”  Thank you so much.
• Boom Boom:  HAHAH! That’s so awesome.  Although my influence is sounding kinda lame….a computer game and One Republic? You sound like your living with a 45 y.o. shut-in w/ nonstop VH1 on in the background….I’ll have to up the ante on my influence power.  PS- I had no idea that the lyrics weren’t “all the right moves in all the right places.” I think I’ll still sing it wrong b/c it sounds better that way.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to watch Idol with Boom Boom so she’ll watch Glee with me.

Round Abound

I have a confession to make: I’m a little bit of a Star Wars geek.  I’m not admitting to dressing up like Princess Leia or knowing obscure trivia.  I do, however, enjoy the movies and have always thought that Darth Vader is THE penultimate villain.  As far as I’m concerned, all other villains can suck it.

You can imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this yesterday:

I totally need a TomTom GPS now.  I’d plug it in even when I knew exactly where I was going.  I freaking LOVE Darth Vader.

Just The Tip Tuesday (05/18/10)

First off, I’d like to apologize for even mentioning Ryan Seacrest and JTT in the same sentence.  Based on the votes that came in, 91% of you agree with me that he is definitely NOT hot.  Sorry, Boom Boom, there are only 15 other people in the world that want him.  On the bright side, no one will put up a serious fight if you want to put him in your pocket, feed him grains of rice, do his hair, and call him your own.  He’s all you.

I think JTT needs to get back to its roots and focus back on hot dudes.  Smoking hot dudes that make ladybits (and manbits in some cases) throb.  I’d like to present to you, Mr. Henry Cavill:

I would pay big money, BIG MONEY – I mean at least $2.50, to be able to drape my leg on his body like that.  This dude is hot.  Me likey.  Look familiar?  That’s because you may have seen him on The Tudors with fancy Nancy, Jonathon Rhys Meyers.  I’ll be honest, I don’t watch the show because the JRM makes my skin crawl.  To me, he is the epitome of sleazy – and not in a good way.  On the other hand, I can admit that it’s a terrible decision on my part not to watch the show because that means I’m missing a solid opportunity to see Henry Cavill prance around in tight leather pants.

Special shout out to Miss Paige of Doom for the suggestion.  Thanks, whore!