Why some guys suck...

I might never feel the same about Maroon 5's catchy lyrics and beats after reading this quote from lead singer Adam Levine:

“She wouldn’t make any noise during sex. I can’t tell you how disappointed I was. I really thought, like a lot of guys, that she’d be the loud screaming type. But instead, she just lay there like a dead frog. She even got angry if I started to moan, said it ‘ruined her concentration.’ It was so disillusioning that I went on Paxil for a month afterwards. Really, it was much more of a shock than when I found out there’s no such thing as the Easter Bunny.”

Who was he talking about? Well, I've never been one to spread gossip...

You'll have to click the link to find out. Assuming this is true...what a jerk!

It might be the best day of my life...

A screaming Paris was sent back to prison today to serve her original 45-day (minus the "five" days she has already served) sentence.

Praise be to the LA court system; my faith has been restored!

Here's a round up for your reading pleasure -
The Superficial
I Don't Like You in That Way
TMZ
MSN
Yahoo
CNN

Robbed, I tell you...Robbed!

Belmont was robbed. Robbed of claiming the vocal development of the next American Idol. Fortunately, pretty much everyone agrees with me.

Melinda, What happened??

And, here's a Nashville round-up from NIT.

Oh, well. I guess we'll have to stick to touting the Belmont alumnus and current Miss America, Rachel Smith. Unfortunately, we can't claim that BU helped develop her beauty...

Vocally and developmentally, I guess we'll have to stick to the following (shameless plug follows):

Minnie Pearl (Sarah Cannon)
Brad Paisley
Trisha Yearwood
Josh Turner
JoDee Messina
Kimberly Locke
Julie Roberts
Lee Ann Womack
DJ Qualls (from Hustle and Flow and Road Trip)
Brooke LaBarbera (From The Real World: Denver)

Oh, right...And me. I'm famous.

Life-size Paris Hilton autopsy sculpture

You read that right.

The same artist that sculpted the much discussed Britney Spears giving birth on a bear-skin rug has sculpted Paris Hilton. He wanted to show the dangers of drinking and driving, which if you follow celebrity news, you would know that Paris will be serving time for her multitude of vehicular crimes. These range from driving under the influence to driving with a suspended license.

Anyway, Paris is featured on her back with her legs spread (common enough)...

cough...cough...Inappropriate, Sarah...sick.

Paris has her ribs splayed open with her intestines bulging out. Gross.

Tinkerbell, her mini Chihuahua, is at her side and her ever-present cell phone is in hand. Paris also comes with another accessory, a tiara placed high on her head.

More pictures after the jump.

Three Thanks

I need to think of three things that I am thankful for today more than most days.

1. Waking up this Monday morning in a great mood. It's not that this rarely happens...it's just that this morning was just truly fantastic.

2. My sand volleyball girls. We always play. We most often lose. But we have lime green t-shirts...nicknames...and attitudes.

3. Peanut butter. Maybe, just maybe, one of the world's most perfect foods. Is peanut butter really a food? Perhaps it's more of a condiment... Whatever it is, I love it and I always want more of it.

Seriously, I have to stop procrastinating this project that is semi due tomorrow. I might be up all night. Seriously.

Okay. I have to go. Perhaps I'll get something to drink first.

Does anyone else think the new Bachelor looks like he is made of clay? I've only watched the episode that aired tonight (while procrastinating) and I think he looks and acts like a clay person.

Seriously, I'm leaving.

T M I - Thanks, P. Diddy...

Am I the only one that thinks sex for 30 hours does not sound like a good time?

The link is work safe...promise!

K-Fed - Still Not Talented

Apparently, being the ex-Mr. Spears, a rapper and an underwear model wasn't enough to keep K-Fed busy these days.

Kevin created his own search engine.

I guess Google wasn't good enough for Mr. Federline.

What an entrepreneur he is...

Oh, and you can win stuff...like an invitation to his b-day party!

Joy...

Dear Justin...

...You were everything I thought you'd be...and soo much more.

Thank-you.

Forever yours,

Sarah

~*~

I am sure you have been patiently awaiting my update on the fantastic concert Friday night. Well, here it is!

Ladies, gentlemen...it was the best $80 I have spent in a long, long time. It was every bit as good as I knew it would be. I mean, that boy can sing. He can dance. I'm sure he can act. And he can look hot(t) doing it all.

When we got there Pink was performing. Now, I'm not a big Pink fan. I like the songs she comes out with on the radio, but I have never desired to own one of her CDs. But after seeing her preform live, please understand that she is incredibly talented. Also, she's an acrobat. Not like the circus...like Cirque du Soleil. Like winding herself up in sheets 100 feet above the stage, acrobat. Yeah. Talented. I was impressed.

So then it was time for Justin. There was much anticipation between Tiffany and me.

I also have the distinct feeling that every woman in Nashville of child-bearing age was present at the GEC on Friday night at 7:30.

When the concert started, he just stood on the stage with his band and guitar and Tiffany and I were thinking..."What the heck! We came here to see him dance! Dance, Justin. Dance!"

And then he did.

I think I went comatose for the next two hours.

I am pretty sure that I almost fainted several times. Like when he grinded (and I do mean grinded...extremely sexual...extremely) on his dancers. Yes, heck yes!

It was then that I thought to myself, "Why, God? Why did you not encourage me to keep up my dance lessons?? Look what my life could be like!"

Tiffany and I have decided that we are going to follow his tour. We're giving our two-weeks notice to our respective employers tomorrow and off we go on tour. Good idea? I thought so, too.

Unfortunately, none of my pictures of Justin dancing or grinding turned out. I'll share what I do have, though. Enjoy!


This was before the concert at dinner. We ran into a few friends of ours and absconded with their table...




I asked Tiffany what she wanted to do/show to Justin...she did this...




Before the concert...waiting patiently...and our seats...




Justin playing the piano and dancing...




He just did something very, very naughty...I had to document our faces...




After the concert at Beer Seller

G U E S S W H A T T O N I G H T I S?!

You guessed it!

The time is here...

Justin's in town...mere miles away from me.

Ahhh... :)


In just a few hours, I'll be seein' a little of this...




Definitely some of this...




Oh - God help me, maybe some of this...




And, absolutely none of this...

Muffin Films

I don't get it...

And then there are Amy's other works...which I still don't get...

I need my friend Britney, she'd laugh about it...and then make me laugh...at her...

3 days...

You thought I forgot didn't you?? :) This is totally better than a picture...

4 More Days

4 more days!

JT old school...




As if I could forget!

I owe you two...

Two Justin pictures!

How terrible of me!

Whoo - Justin for Friday - Sorry!

1 week, ladies and gentlemen!

Scruffy Justin

I like this look. It's very masculine, woodsman, "I can grow facial hair" look.

8 days...

My, my - How you've grown...

9 days...

We all have our awkward phases. I'm just glad mine wasn't documented for the world to see...

T - Minus...

... 10 days until ...

Justin Timberlake!

I've decided to post a picture a day until then...

Britney's 'Shear' Maddness

Oh Britney! Please, honey...This is so last year - Natalie Portman.

I'm hoping for the best that this was some sort of religious/spiritual experience for you. Perhaps this was a sort of cleansing or rebirth from that horrible reject of society you were married to. Britney, say that's what your M.O. was!

PS - And, why were you getting a tattoo of red lips on your wrist?? Interesting.

This JustIn!

You can be jealous, it's okay. Really. You can be. I don't mind at all. Not everyone can be as cool as my friend and me. It's hard to keep up sometimes.

Oh stop, wipe that tear away.

Blow your nose. Come on, here's a tissue. Blow hard.

I'm sure there are still a few seats left...

My Celebrity Look-alikes? Really?

Brit!? What happened?!

Brit!? I have been standing up for you...saying that you're gonna get your grove back...and then I see this?! Brit...come on! Prove me right...

Remember what you used to be...

Can't we just go back to how it used to be??