My plan:
- Take advantage of Dallas Restaurant Week
- Make appointments at the Dry Bar
- Visit the 6th Floor Museum
- Enjoy the Heat wave
- Figure out who shot JR
- Lightly stalk the castmates of Most Eligible Dallas.
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Showing posts with label reality tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reality tv. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Where the wildcats are: Dallas
Guys--I'm off to the Big D for a few days.
My plan:
My plan:
Friday, April 8, 2011
It's Friday, I'm in love
Well, not really, but I have been doing some serious thinking lately. Here's where my mind has been.
Between J-Woww, Snooki and DJ Pauly D all having solo projects green-lit for production by MTV, and the entire country of Italy mounting an opposition, I'm starting to get concerned that Jersey Shore: The Italian Years isn't going to happen.
I just don't understand why Members of Congress still get paid in the event of a government shutdown. It boggles the mind how jacked up government can get sometimes. Nicholas Kristof put in much more eloquently than me in his Op-Ed column yesterday. And by much more eloquently, I mean he doesn't use the term jacked up.
At this point, I'm legitimately worried that the Red Sox aren't going to win a single game this whole season. Was that whole Best Team Ever stuff meant to be ironic? I usually have such a finely-honed sense of irony, but I didn't see that coming. They really should have warned me about that. In other news, count me among the delighted and terrified that after ninety-nine years, hard liquor is coming to Fenway Park.
I think the most surprising thing in US Weekly's article about Spencer Pratt's desire to intern for Ryan Seacrest is that VHI is legally allowed to call a show starring Heidi Montag, Jake from The Bachelor and The Real Housewives of New Jersey's Danielle Staub a reality programming. That show is about as far from reality as things can get.
xo kate
Between J-Woww, Snooki and DJ Pauly D all having solo projects green-lit for production by MTV, and the entire country of Italy mounting an opposition, I'm starting to get concerned that Jersey Shore: The Italian Years isn't going to happen.
I just don't understand why Members of Congress still get paid in the event of a government shutdown. It boggles the mind how jacked up government can get sometimes. Nicholas Kristof put in much more eloquently than me in his Op-Ed column yesterday. And by much more eloquently, I mean he doesn't use the term jacked up.
At this point, I'm legitimately worried that the Red Sox aren't going to win a single game this whole season. Was that whole Best Team Ever stuff meant to be ironic? I usually have such a finely-honed sense of irony, but I didn't see that coming. They really should have warned me about that. In other news, count me among the delighted and terrified that after ninety-nine years, hard liquor is coming to Fenway Park.
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| Fenway was peaceful at 5:54am this morning. But there's nothing that disrupts the peace faster than angry Boston fans who now have access toeven more ways to get drunk at a sporting event. |
xo kate
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
I am a Domestic Goddess
Today I cooked. But I didn't just cook something simple like cookies. Nope. I cooked individually-sized chicken pot pies to take to work for lunch. I'm simply delighted with myself.
In other news, D and I finally had our reality show picked up. So we'll be moving to New York and buying fedoras. You can watch the trailer below.
I love my friends. I love my face. We're gonna rock this town tonight.
xo kate
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| Oh, also, I photographed them in hipstamatic, because I'm domestic, but still a little edgy. |
I love my friends. I love my face. We're gonna rock this town tonight.
xo kate
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