Give us a hand...

And the 2 1/2 year debate raged over email today: which is the mitten, Wisconsin or Michigan? This winter apparel brawl is tied after 12 rounds. To end this feud once and for all, email me with your vote: Decision Wisconsin or Decision Mighigan.


Wendi displays Michigan and Mexico
(or I suppose Italy for you Euro-friendly types)


Wisconsin, the real mitten

Damn it, a new wickedness has taken over me! I can't get enough of this craptastic vice no. 324.
 

Pesky free throws! Now I owe one of the Illini attorneys a case of beer.

Today's Public Service Announcement:

If you are an Illinois fan you best be avoiding me today...I have been talking shit all morning about your over-rated team and I feel a fight coming on with anyone who is betting against Wisconsin (this includes you Wendi, unless you have been convinced about who to cheer for).

Thank you!

Wisconsin: Things are a little different here

Discoveries of the Weekend
1) Febrezing hair does work;


2) Boisen makes a fabulous GPS;

3) Sometimes it takes 2 smart girls and an owner's manual to open a gas tank;





4) Torturing Klabanoff has become a weekend hobby;

5) Wendi was very popular amongst the Delts;



6) Mullets, snow boots and blue jeans are common at Wisconsin weddings; and

7) Girls can successfully watch football without being annoying, alright fine, at least we were entertaining or as Andy termed it "added the vagina element."

Bring on the Prozac....

Because we all needed to be reminded that winters suck, researchers in London have scientifically determined January 24 to be The Most Depressing Day of the Year.

I really enjoyed the equation they used in this study:

[W + (D-d)] x TQ
______________
M x NA

(W) weather, (D) debt, (d) monthly salary, (T) time since Christmas, (Q) time since failed quit attempt, (M) low motivational levels and (NA) the need to take action.

(See Jenna, I can work sexy equations as well! Someone sign me up to be a math tutor.)

Oops! I did it again...

Prince Harry, when are you going to learn? I know you are rebelling from the mean, mean world that made your family rich and worships your brother more so then you, but you need to remember that not everyone can be king. Yes Harry, I know it isn't fair, but know your role as the spare heir. Even though you are constantly "misunderstood," do you really want to be the black sheep of the family? Shouldn't you leave that to your daft father with his tampon fetish? Sweetie, you do not want to be the new George III.

However, if you cannot be a stodgy and Victorian Brit, and insist on being a lush, continue to start fights with paparazzi, smoke pot and wear facist clothing, hire a better mouthpiece than Granny's stuffy and outdated ones. And if Lynne Spears and/or Joe Simpson apply for the job, run far, far away from these Apocalyptic doomsmen. Afterall, we want to you around, you aren't too bad to look at and chances are that you will probably produce one of the first rounds of un-incestuous and cute heirs.

Pimp this ride, bitch...

Yes, the day has finally come! Michelle has gotten over her bus riding fear. Thanks to Jenna's convincing, this is my latest ride, ok fine, the only bus I know how to ride presently.

While on the subject of phobias, it has become apparent in recent Sugar Crew discussions, that I am currently suffering from Phytiphobia and Gamophobia.

On a brighter note, after self-diagnosis and research, I can confirm with a certainty that I am not suffering from any of the following:

Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions
Anthrophobia- Fear of Flowers (take a hint boys...)
Archibutyrophobia- Fear of Peanut Butter sticking the roof of the mouth
Aurophobia- Fear of gold
Dextrophobia- Fear of things on the right hand side
Gamophobia- Fear of chins
Hippopotononstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words (soo cruel isn't it?)
Liticaphobia- Fear of lawsuits
Methyphobia- Fear of alcohol
Philemaphobia- Fear of kissing
Sceieriphibia- Fear of Bad Men

Party Up

Shiksa's fundraising

Michelle, Jenna, Wendi and Gina, brought the party (and their own paparazzi) while boozing it up for charity this weekend at the MDA Tsunami Relief Fundraiser at Crush and helped to raise $10,000 in the process.

Wal-Mart apparently can't take a joke.

"...So you're telling me there's a chance?..."

Auld Lang Syne

Who needs to be blonde anyway?



Pass the Duct Tape...

ALL AROUND MADISON, WI- 2005 started out with a bang, as Michelle celebrated NYE with old college friends. Activities of the night included: unsuccessfully convincing Klabanoff and Boisen that my scandalous, but cute outfit would be ok with the aid of Duct tape, unwisely wearing high heels that cannot be walked in even while sober, awkwardly conversing about Lisa’s New Year's whereabouts with Bieber, having a run-in with my hick ex-boyfriend from High School, breaching my contract with Shelly to be each other’s New Year's kiss, and breaking a New Year’s resolution by 3am. Unlike last year’s New York NYE fiasco, there was no deadly hang-over to report, as Absolut Lemon Drops were banned for the evening. There was, however, a mild craving for Culver’s French fries by half-time of the Outback Bowl.