New Weightwatchers Point Values! Woo hoo.
So today Weight Watchers released the New and Improved Weight Watchers point values. So, first, I log and and GUESS WHAT? I am sooo happy. I go from a measly 22 points per day to twenty whopping NINE points and I am like psyched. And most importantly, most very importantly is the fact that all fruits and vegetables are ZERO points. Did you HEAR ME WORLD???? ZERO FRIGGIN’ points. I am so happy if I were a dog my tail would be wagging so hard, my body would fall off.
But wait. Wait a gosh darn minute. What’s that you say?? FERMENTED fruit, as in fruit of the VINE doesn’t COUNT as a fruit? What the… I rapidly log in to my account and look up WINE. The world starts to spin. Faster and faster. A glass of wine is now FOUR POINTS!! FOUR points? Up from TWO? Are you KIDDING ME?? (Yes, that was all cap worthy) Is this the god damn prohibition starting all over? (OK, so I watch a little too much HBO). You, Weight Watchers team are telling me I can have 20 bananas today, and sit all day on the pot without avail tomorrow and use ZERO POINTS. But one teensy weensy glass of red wine is FOUR, count ’em FOUR points?
Well, OK. I guess you guys know what you are doing. But at this time I recall to memory a brief conversation I had with Jean Neiditch (Weight Watchers loving founder) two years ago. She said to me, (in a very nasel, Queens accent–heavier than Leah Remini if you can picture), “points, it’s all so complicated now. When I started Weight Watchers I said here are the foods you CAN eat, and here are the foods you CAN’T eat. And that was my diet.” And I’m like, as long as wine is on that list, I’m with you. Wait, was it?
Boo versus Obama
Am I the only one that found Boo more interesting than the Obama/Jon Steward interview tonight?
September 11, 2010
The bars are noisy,
They watch the games,
My windows are open,
I’m filled with shame.
For unlike years past,
When sadness was abound,
Today flew by,
With little sound.
I didn’t watch the goings on,
911 TV,
Not that I didn’t want to remember,
I was just too busy.
So tonight as I got ready for bed,
I peaked out the window,
And saw instead,
Those two beams of light,
Touching the sky,
Reminding me of all who had died.
I’m happy to know
New York’s life has gone on.
Except for those who’ve lost
A wife, husband, daughter or son.
And now I give pause,
Because I do remember,
Those who’s lives
We had to surrender.
That horrible day,
Nine years past,
Burning buildings and tears,
Will always last.
No matter how busy,
Even when life seems crazed.
I will always remember
The Twins that were razed.
Maybe I thought I wasn’t good enough for you…
…The best line in Degrassi in tonight’s finale by Drew (to his girlfriend) as to why he cheated on her with a boiler room tryst. Or maybe, just maybe he just wanted a blow job from the sizzling hot girl who offered. (Teenage hormones and all that). They sure didn’t make TV shows like that when I was a teen. In fact, this show makes Desperate Housewives look like Barney. But who am I to comment?
The other woman
Been there. Done that. But Bella BETTER NOT.
One Night Stand from Jack Tew on Vimeo.
Newport folk festival
So, I’m not big into GET THE MAN crap and all that jazz (no pun intended) but this weekend at the Newport Folk Festival, (for which I battled 6 friggin’ hours of traffic on the Connecticut Freeway -it’s only supposed to take three) with my mother telling me to TURN AROUND and come home (every 30 minutes or so on the cell — maybe because I kept calling her and telling her I was in friggin’ bumper to bumper and I don’t know what to do) and by the time I finally got to the festival to see one of my favorite groups (SWELL SEASON) to sing, I was ready to KILL someone and this BE THE MAN. (Not sure if that is the correct venacular, but you get my drift.)
So, apparently there is a “rule” that all the screaming (well, not really screaming, this is a folk festival after all–do these people look they are about to jump on the stage and wrap their sweaty bras around Glen’s head? They don’t EVEN own bra’s.)
Back to the screaming fans, so “we” are allowed to stand next to the stage for 3 songs and take pictures. But that’s it just 3. And then the ASSHOLE started chasing us out after only TWO and Glen’s all like HEY, WHERE YOU THEY GOING? (In case you don’t know, Glen is Glen Hansard of Swell Season) WHY ARE YOU LEAVING??? And then we say, he’s making us! Glen, my new hero says in his adorable Irish accent FUCK EM, if those people who are sitting down can’t see, let ’em stand up. So of course Asshole turns red and is very upset because the one thing that he has to his ego is that blazing SECURITY label on his bright yellow shirt. That and a god damn walkie talkie.
So, Glen wins the war and we all get to stay. Best concert ever. Just 2 hours too short.
The most beautiful place on earth
So, I’ve been trying to figure out where to go on vacation this summer, and well YEAH, I guess it’s a little late considering summer feels half over to me when July 4th weekend is upon us. But anyhow, I found this site, and who CAN resist a click. And here it is.
The most beautiful place on earth. Yup. I agree. Now how to get there on a non-salaried CEO’s salary. Any thoughts?