This picture always makes me happy. When im feeling blue or just need a reason to laugh I look at my cat poe poe. This was right after I shaved him....amazing isnt he. He was so pissed. And yes you can shave a cat, I shave mine seasonally.

No pun intended.

Adult much?

Question, in your opinion at what age does it become NOT okay to say "I'm never speaking to you again?". Because those words were used on me recently and I'm thinking the only way I could respect those words is if I was a 3rd grader. Not to mention do I really want to associate myself with someone who ends a friendship in that way? The answer is no. Which is why I'm pretty happy the words were said because I don't think I could speak to you again with out laughing my ass off.

So true.

Tonight we Disco.

So I have formally decided that I will banish all trace of a diet today and feast on disco fries. It has been well over a year that I have had them. And though tonight I will not eat them in a diner while chain smoking and drinking root beer they will still be the most delish thing on the planet.

For those of you who have NO CLUE what a disco fry is I shall describe it.

Disco Fries are generally served as thick cut steak fries, brown gravy and mozz cheese. Now there are some variations like american cheese instead of mozz, but it's just NOT the same. I think American cheese should only be served with the fries. Such a cheese has not earned the gravy yet. Obviously much like their countries of origin Mozz cheese has been around much longer then American...survived wars, famines, artificial-ness. Mozz just deserves the gravy and the fries. Perhaps someday american cheese you too will know such amazing-ness and earn the name disco. Until then New Jersey will reign as leading disco fry producer and no not even paula dean can bring disco fries out of jersey.

I googled disco fries today because I am that bored at work, and hungry. The top ten items that popped up on google included a recipe for Disco Fries by Paula Dean. IMPOSTER! YOU, Paula Dean, are NOT from the state of New Jersey and therefore should not be recipe-ing a jersey food. Stick to butter dishes and fried chicken. Leave the disco foods to us.

Back in the day (like 6 years ago) I worked at this car dealership in East Hanover, NJ. Supposedly the diner right next door is the origin of the name "Disco Fries". Obviously I can't prove this but think of it as an urban legend. Apparently the night/early morning cook at this diner had these kids come in from the discos every night and every night they would ask for mozz cheese fries with gravy on the side. (Disco fries have been proven to both rescue one from a hangover and prevent a hangover if eaten while still drunk) This cook got so sick of the order that one night he walked out into the dining room of the diner threw a plate of mozz cheese fries on the table and dumped the brown gravy all over the fries. Then he exclaimed, "Here ya damn disco trash, eat your fries now, damn disco fries". And since then Disco fries have been served with the brown gravy on the fries and called Disco fries.

I have no idea if that is true, but I do that my first taste of disco sweetness hasnt left me to this day. Ah, disco fries.

I broke down...all the way down.

Follow me on Twitter...that way there is a point to me breaking down and joing LOL

@ChristinaLeeJ

A mother knows best.

The other day it was brought to my attention (by my mother) that in my VERY first blog I spelled the word whom NOT womb which is what I meant to spell. I have not fixed my error, just issued this apology blog as if I work at the New York Times, which I don't. I would also like to take a moment to compare myself to my celebrity like-ness-es by issuing a series of excuses for my mis-spelling of the word womb.

I spelled womb wrong because:
1. My mother never taught me to spell, so now I should get my own reality show.
2. I am working and un-focused and really shouldnt be blogging in the first place so I'll take this time to correct one wrong with another wrong.
3. I was on a drug induced blogging spree, but I just checked into rehab. I will spell more properly from now on, I promise, til next time.

Thank you for reading and once again I apologize for my obvious stupidity.

The Snuggle Suit

Thank you JCPenny's for bringing the snuggie to the next level. I mean think snuggie but with arm holes and leg holes...it's a wonderful hybrid between the fleece robe and the blanket, what kind of science is this??

A-freakin-mazing. I will never be cold again.