The Green Police

Did you see this commercial during the Super Bowl?

My aunt Katy sent it to me (thanks Katy!). I def remember watching it during the game, but had no idea what product it was selling. Actually, I thought it was some sort of PSA for being green and caring for the planet when, in fact, it's an ad for a car.

This is one example of a memorable campaign that is advertising a forgettable product. But that is not why I'm posting today. The thing is, I loved this commercial. It was hilario with a grain of truth. Now hold on to your seats as I get all philosophical on you.

Like I said, the ad was funny. I laughed. I cried. I laughed out loud.

When I stop laughing and think about the messages the commercial is sending though, I'm conflicted. Is it good to be green? Of course. Do I think it is important to check ourselves and our homes, vehicles, workplaces, etc and call each other on to greenitude? Sure. Do I do this enough? Negative. But, should we be policing one another? For me, the "Green Police" is such a funny concept because it is just that... ridiculous.

I mean, of all the things to police in this country, should shades of green be close to the top of the list? Don't we have some bigger problems to face? Would I even want to live in a place where the government were that big even if it resulted in an extremely clean green beautiful country? Nope.

And, more practically, what fun would it be for kids to grow up and never throw their gum on the street, spray Aqua-Net in their hair, or shoot spit-balls that end up littering the yard?

I doubt the ad team was going that deep when they came up with the commercial idea or had any police-state agenda up their sleeves. What a fun blog this would be if I were a true conspiracy theorist, huh?

I decided to finish my deep wonderings and leave you with this deep thought about our Earth. By Jack Handy.

“I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.” - Jack Handy

FB freeze

Facebook changed their format... again. What the what is going on?!?

This may interrupt my scheduled afternoon FB stalk. It's a good thing I deal with change moderately well or this could really be a problem.

I apologize ahead of time for not commenting on that adorable pic of your baby wearing a new bib or something equally cute. And I'm sorry I won't know about your new boyfriend or that you got married... I will prob miss that status update (Ok, and if that is the way I learn of your status I don't know you well enough to care anyway).

No time to figure out the new lamespice system today. Workie workie.

who dat?

How did Sunday night arrive so fast? This weekend just flew by. I'm here to share a few things I learned and will take with me into the week:

1- There are different kinds of almonds for sale and I'm not a huge fan of the Emerald dry roasted kind.

2- The phrase "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gunna beat them Saints?" works in any situation from chanting at the Super Bowl to waiting for the elevator that's taking forever. Try it, I guarantee your enjoyment.

3- Margaritas with too much sugary mix can make you sick to your tummy. Don't ask for details on this one, just take it as a serious warning. For example, if you order a strawberry margarita on the rocks and it turns out to be reeeeally red, like cherry red, do not drink it if the lining of your stomach is important to you.

4- "Undercover Boss" is a super duper sacot new show that made me cry. As if I needed another tear-jerker to get me going.

5- "Time has been good to you". Yeah, a guy said this to me today when I admitted told him my age. He said it with a British accent so I guess that helps soften the blow of the backhanded compliment.

Well, time to go apply some anti-aging eye cream. Who dat?

Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't

I'm newly obsessed with almonds and gearing up to try them covered in chocolate or toffee or something sweet. I don't think I ever tried them before because I avoid most nuts as a rule (except peanuts). I now understand the name of that candy bar because I am living Almond Joy.

My co-worker says that eating almonds helps with weight-loss. I'm so ready to test this theory starting.... now.

run run stop jump run

In honor of Run Til I'm Fun (and maybe a little bit due to the fact that my gym membership ran out and I'm waiting to renew), I ran outdoors last night. Out.of.Doors.

Yeah, I took my high-class arse to the streets rather than my rooftop treadmill. I mingled with the little people in the city. Serio, from the roof they look like ants. And really they're not so tiny afterall. They take up lots of room and I used up a lot of energy and burned countless calories dodging random people loitering or walking way slow on the sidewalk. Several near-misses.

I tested the RTIF theory (click the link to read about it and see a way crafty bar-graph) wherein the more layers worn while running supposedly corresponds with the number of comments from men. I wore my running pants, long sleeved tee, zip up hoodie, gloves, and this thing that went all the way around my head to cover my delicate ears and keep me from freezing. And my sneakers (obvi!).

Now, this ear coverer thingie was a bit mangled I must tell you. I bought it from some dude on the street for $5 purchased it from a notable designer whose name I really shouldn't disclose. It is made of fleece; black on the outside and pink on the inside. Like me (my hair is almost black and my eyebrows are jet black, so it works ok?). Anywho, turns out this item I bought doesn't fit. I guess that is what happens when things aren't custom made but purchased from just any designer. Last time I shop street table knock-offs at the Michael Kors Flagship. The ear thingie is huge and not adjustable. But, I really wanted to go for that run so I added a nifty safety pin to the velcro area and made it fit my head.

I decided that my ridiculous look would both: test the RTIF theory further and also take my usual sophistication down a notch so I'd fit in better on the sidewalk (can anyone tell me if that's what the commoners are calling it these days? side-walk?).

The results:

I had one possible comment. The fellow said: "woah woah woah get back here". He may have been on his cell phone or he may have been cat-calling me as I ran past. It was unclear. All a blur.

My outdoor run was a success. It was def exciting to say the least. Sort of like a track and field event. Jumping up onto and down off from curbs was like jumping over hurdles. Throwing my plastic water bottle at a rude man's head was like shot-put. Ok I didn't do this last thing. But that's just because it is too difficult to run with a water bottle. Duh. Oh, and all the hills on the UES were like running cross-country.

I even left the UES during my run. Well... that is a lie. I ran north into what I consider Harlem but is actually just more of the Upper Eastside. My sister says I'm not allowed to run there anymore. It is now outside the acceptable outdoor running radius for this high-class arse.

This post is dedicated to the girls who inspire me all the time over at RTIF.

Doppelganger

Ok so - as if you didn't already know this - a Facebook status and pic game has been spreading like wildfire:
"It's celebrity look alike week. Make your profile pic a celebrity you have been told you look like............Copy and paste in your status message."

Tech, I didn't paste the message in my status. I can't be bothered to update FB statii and blogstalk you all in one day. I did change my pic though because A: it's fun and B: it's easy.

This is the pic I posted. Ginnifer Goodwin is my latest look alike. The more I see her face as my profile picture the more I feel like I'm looking in the mirror.I've tried to get my friends to post pics of their lucky celeb look alikes too ... ahem, you know who you are, Lovey, ahem... but not everybody is biting. Such is life.

It makes me wonder, do we all have look alikes running around out there? How many? Is there a celeb that people say looks like you? Or a random really really good-looking person?

I've gotten Ginnifer Goodwin, Reese Witherspoon, Belinda Carlisle, and Jennifer Hudson. I mean Jennifer Garner, not Hudson, oops. Now that would be quite the Doppelganger wouldn't it?

In honor of Celebrity Look Alike Week on FB, I took the game face-to-face and told someone I met at work that he looks just like Ralph Macchio. Apparently he gets that all the time. With hair as voluminous as Ralph Macchio I couldn't help but wonder... "I wonder if I can get away with running my fingers thru this dude's hair right now (in the office) even though we just met?". Yes, I think with parentheses, thank you for noticing my punctuation.

And for the record, I mustered all my strength and refrained from pretending this man was Ralph Macchio and touching his beautiful locks. I'm uber proud. Yet, sort of regretful. Just saying.

Rezzy Roundup

Here I am Blogosphere. I know I've been MIA since Friday and that you were prob driving yourself crazy wondering what I've been up to. And while (in an attempt to retain some mystery) I can't answer that question... I will satisfy another desire of your heart instead. Lucky you.

I will re-cap my 1 month old New Year's Resolutions! Ready? OK!

Rez 1- I would like to grow an inch or 2. So far this one has been a no-go. But, don't fret, I will totes make it happen by NYE 2011.

Rez 2- I will kiss a handsome man this year. Again, so far a no-go. Sad to say I haven't had this kiss just yet. Hello? You know I would've told you. What kind of UG do you take me for?

Rez 3- I will get my very own NetBook. DONE and DONER. Got my Asus. And my friend's bf City John got Mr. Asus all pimped out for me. Thx City John!

Rez 4- I will be more dedicated to my running. Yup, still working on this one. One step at a time (I cracked myself up with that pun). I'm doing pretty great at the consistency actually but def want to increase my time and distance.

Rez 5- I resolve to party. More. Def going strong! I had a fun January being very socially active with friends (new and old). I'm kind of a big deal.

Rez 6- I will stay in touch. Hrmmm. Ok confession. I'm really not so good at keeping in touch anymore. I used to pride myself on this life skill but now give myself a C-. Yeah, you read that right, there is one area in life where I am less than average. When I lived in the burbs and had a car and stuff like that I would drive all over this great country of ours talking on my cellphone and calling all my peeps. Between cell phone laws, moving to NYC, and no longer driving a vehicle ever, I have decreased my stay-in-touch skillz dramatically. It feels good to get that off my chest.

Rez 7- I will wear my coat during work everyday this winter until someone resolves our office heating problema. DONE, doner, and RESOLVED. It's now kinda hot in here. Or is that just me?

Rez 8- I will take suggestions from you. Still waiting on those suggestions. Did someone misplace the suggestion box? My take on this is that I simply post on everything you want to know about and, therefore, there is nothing better left to suggest. Clearly.

And there you have it: my brutally honest look back on January, 2010 and the start to my amazing resolutions. You heard it here first. No need to watch it on E! News tonight. No need.