I'm obsessed with another TV show. This time fo reals.

Anyone that knows me, knows I can get obsessive. You know what I'm talking about. Well, I've found obsession 2009/2010. 2008/2009 was the year of True Blood. But now I've found the man I've been looking for. Dexter. Look at that smug smile. Its amazing. If you haven't watched this show, you might just be missing out on the best show EVER.

The writing is the best. The casting (sans british girlfriend) is the best. Its in Miami. Awesome. This guy makes you love him. And I do. And then he kills people. And I love him even more.

I seriously lay awake nights trying to figure out "how is Dexter going to get out of this one!" Yeah, I know. Lame. But who cares. I love him.

Watch it. I'm on season 2 so don't blow it for me. Or I'll kill you. Maybe.

Mom jeans update #1

So after 3 weeks of shouting "how many points is that!" like a broken record. I think I'm finally getting the hang of this thing. All of us are consistently losing weight and haven't snapped.

I think the meeting on Wednesday was enough to keep us on track. The topic was "eating your feelings". Basically, 12 midlde aged women, on the verge of tears ranted on about addiction and workers comp. That was enough for me! Bye bye happy wonderful food.

Keith hasn't suffered much, in fact I think he is actually liking this whole thing. I make good stuff and eat 1/8 of it. He gets to eat the remaining 7/8. Works out perfectly for everyone.

my parents dog is a crazy bitch

Abby got thrown out of doggie day care and was told not to come back for 3 weeks, or until she could get an attitude adjustment. Whichever comes first. Not sure a dog can really figure that out on its own.

Apparently another dog tried to take her toy and she went ape. And then another dog got a piece of her when it tried to lick her bloody wound. 7 stitches later, my mom had to do the walk of shame and defend her past stripper of a dog (see past posts on said dog). My dad of course acted like an irrational parent, blaming other people and dogs and threatening them.

They had it allll on video tape. Just another day in the Bognar household.

All the while, Frankie, the neglected older dog sat on her fat ass at home and probably ate some cookies off the counter. The only winner in this scenario.

I win at life, just not at triathlons

here are the results (if you really want to judge me, you'll have to click on the pic). I pretty much did how I expected, but now I'm pissed that I probably could have done better had I not broken rule 101 of races. DO NOT try anything new the day of a race. Anyways, I thought new shoelaces would be a good idea. NO. not a good idea. New shoelaces cut off your feet so you can't run.

All in all, it was a great experience. So much fun to do it with great friends. Definitely easier than a marathon, but you do run the risk of getting eaten by sea lions. so there's that.

the long awaited b-day cupcake extravaganza

Apparently I don't have any other hobbies and my life is cupcakes. I might as well start getting cats now. Next year I want a tabby. This years birthday theme involved cupcakes in every shape and form.

1. bday bbq, 5 types of cupcakes
2.bday bbq, 2 cupcake recipe books
3. Ida's wedding, I was in charge of the cupcake tower
4. Magnolia cupcakes at the wedding
5. Party favors were cupcakes, which we lugged all the way to mikes.
6. Another cupcake book, same as in above. Which is awesome. In case I ever lose one.
7. Cupcake extravaganza 2009, which is really what this post is all about....

14 cupcakes, 1 survivor.

Lots of red velvet, lots of icing, lots of thinking of puking. But I held it together for the kids.
The individual winner: #1 Two little red hens: Brooklyn Blackout
Shop ranking:
Billy's & Little red hens (tie)
Amy's bread
Crumbs
Magnolia
LOSER- Cupcake cafe (just because you put flowers on the top does NOT make it good)

Seriously, I'm never eating cupcakes again. I know everyone expects me to make something out of the 12 cookbooks I have. But see my previous post....this is what you've driven me to people!

It was a great time, good friends, good food.

I'm a midwestern housewife

I might as well be wearing this:

Seriously. The work weight loss competition failed so miserably that we decided to take the money in the "winners" pot and take our sorry fat asses to Weight Watchers. Running marathons and triathalons can't even save me! Only "points" can save me now......stay tuned for the update.

In other news, the triathlon is this weekend. Maybe blood thirsty sea lions will help me on my way to my weight loss goals. I'm probably a good 30 points for those figure conscious sea lion gals.

crazy flock of segals

I was a bit like "ughhhh another wedding I have to fly across the universe to go to!" But I'm so glad we did. It was the most fun thing I've done in a long time. Most of the credit goes to Eric and April. Those two are a bit off, but it made for a great time with great friends. It was one of those weddings where you were really friends with everyone, before and after the alcohol. Except Tiffany, she had her coffee pot of tequila.



at the "oyster shack" super amazing ghetto seafood on the water. Definitley the start of a horror movie.
Justin before irish car bombs
Scout the sexy bitch of a ring bearer. She has a mohawk.
April serenading Eric. Then the electricity went out.
Complete with every Jews favorite past time!!!



I really can't hide my boobs even if I try. You can even see the tape trying to keep my dress over them. Crap.

This is when it started getting sloppy. Keith tried to achieve the Elaine dance, while tim shuffled around like an old man with RLS.

Proof LA still sucks...and they're dumb

Really people? Do you really need a reflective sign to tell you not to put money in the meter that isn't directly in front of your car. I get that people have plastic surgery so much that they can't see out of their eyes but come on. 10 baby sea otters probably died for those signs. Baby killers!!!!!

Frenchies Invade SF

ok, so i have a list of posts I need to do. they are coming. don't fret. Most recently my favorite Jess came to town. I met her french lover Jeremy, aka Dougs kind-of-dad. We ate, argued about AD vs GD. (AD's always win). Walked, ate, walked, ate. Passed out and were really really lame. It was the best time ever and I am insulted that she posted her lame phone harness on her blog before anything about her trip to SF.

Some pics to recap:

Keith wins best picture if the weekend. He had known jess for 10 minutes during this pic where he passed out on the table. Good job Keith.

Yeah, its amazing. Jealous?

This is seriously awesome, Jeremy rocked this one.
Back from Sausalito, very tired.

More eating. A bit inappropriate.

Jess is actually drooling profusely in this picture. I think Jeremy purposely screwed up taking the pic 12 times so that she'd look like an idiot.

I like sea turtles, yours for $9.99

The end

in the nick of time

I'm putting the shotguns and death stars back in the closet, everyone is safe for the moment. We're on our way to NJ/NY for the wedding/b-day. Stories, mug shots to follow.