Quick Update!

Work has been pretty insane lately so I haven’t had time to write a post in a while. However, I do want to do some good ol’ fashioned listing.

1) “Bubbleboy”….total hoax. These publicity-hungry parents are sick. And therefore made their poor 6 year old sick on tv.

2) I went to the eye doctor today with what I was certain was yet another eye infection. Back story: I haven’t had an eye infection in my life until a year ago. Now I’ve had 3 in the last year. What gives? As it turns out, I don’t have an infection–YAY!! I do now have 3 different drops to put in my eyes, special eye makeup remover pads, some solution to put in before I take my contacts off, new contacts that allow oxygen into my eyeballs, new hypoallergenic eye makeup (read: Clinique), and a partridge in a pear tree.

3) I am taking my first spin class tonight at 6pm. Hoping my legs don’t fall off. And at the very least, that I don’t fall off…the bike.

4) Kanye West is not in fact deceased. Come on people. We’re not that lucky. That was overly harsh…I don’t want him dead, I’d just like him to disappear for a while. Like forever.

5) If you haven’t watched “Modern Family” yet…we’re not friends. Here is the link to watch online episodes. Do yourself a favor and get caught up. You won’t regret it.

6) I’m going to Boston next week from Monday through Thursday for work!! I’m so excited and have never been and cannot wait to soak it up. The culture, the history, the cold weather!! AND it’s where “Good Will Hunting” was filmed.

How do you like them apples?

Hello Again!

Oh hi! My name is Libby and I’ll be your hostess on Down With Cantaloupe. Please buckle your safety belts, make note that your seat cushion doubles as a flotation device, and hang on tight. We know that you have a choice when you surf the blogosphere and we thank you for choosing Down With Cantaloupe. Bloggers prepare for take-off.

I’m back!! Whew…what an unintentional hiatus! So sorry about that. Now where was I?

Oh yes, the King of Pop Michael Jackson died. Tragic. Truly. I’m not being sarcastic. I used to LOVE MJ…back before the skin disorder. Back when he was all “Billie Jean” and hangin’ with Diana Ross. Back when I wore one glove and danced in front of the tv with my mom to the “Rock With You” video with the laser lights and sequin tops.

What? You didn’t. Liar.

But seriously? I just read here that the DEA ransacked that Dr. friend of his’ office today. Apparently the autopsy results hadn’t been released when this was written because Yours Truly heard on the trustworthy CosmoRadio show (on the way to lunch, thanks) that the results were out and the cause was an overdose of propofol…which I’m pretty sure has never been licensed to be removed from the hospital.

But I’m no doctor. That’s just what my mom said when we discussed.

This overdose led to said heart attack, which led to his death.

Dear Dr. Murray (Dr. Friend of Jacko’s),
I would start clearing out my office and pick my Sunday bests to wear in court. I’d also do everything in my power to make myself presentable & lovely in a bright orange jumpsuit. Cause buddy…you’re headed to the big house.

On another note, Farrah finally got her time in between Jackson updates. A very sweet 2 minutes on Good Morning America in which Ryan O’Neal gave tribute to her with his first interview regarding her death. It’s too bad that son of theirs couldn’t abide by the law and be around for all of this.

Richard Jefferson….a new Spur….ditched his fiance at the altar of their “multi-million dollar wedding.”

Except not.

I liked how his fiance, Kesha Nichols, went on GMA to set the record straight. (Can you tell what I watch in the mornings whilst getting dressed?)

Fact: she actually seemed to be alright with everything, he did NOT leave her standing at the altar–he contacted her 5 days prior to the wedding to call it off.

Fact: it was not a multi-million dollar wedding.

Fact: they had broken up and gotten back together several times in the past and Richie just wasn’t feelin’ it. No matter what, you gotta hand it to the guy for breaking it off now rather than going through with it and causing more pain later. ‘Nuff said.

Fact: I’m ready for basketball season to start.

Fact: it’s blazing hot outside and I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through August. Has South Texas done something we need to be punished for? Rain is literally HOPPING over us like a hop-scotch game. And sticking out it’s tongue and taunting us. And singing bad school yard songs that you have to sing when slapping hands with your friends.

Ridiculous!! Now is the time that the people with the rock yards and cactus are laughing and enjoying their ice cold lemonade on the front porch saying “Suckahs!! We KNEW a drought was way overdue. No change here!!”

Let it be known that I’d rather have a dead yard that crunches and stabs the underside of my little feet than have a scene from the scary hyena scene of “The Lion King” in my front yard.

That’s right, I just referenced Disney Animation. It’s one of my loves. Along with cheese, Pixar, bad reality tv shows, and air conditioning.

And MJ before the skin thing. On that note, I’m going to go home, put on my one glove, and do a little rain dance to “Pretty Young Thing” and hope for the best.

Blogging 101

Apparently there are quite a few things I don’t know about blogging. Which is ironic because I researched blogs QUITE a bit before I got involved in this “hysteria.”

So much so, that I guess I got excited and missed some pretty important steps. Like like outside photo hosting.

What? Who? Huh? Como? SAY WHAT???


Apparently, it’s “smart” to not just post your photos via Blogger (or what have you) but to upload them to an outside source…i.e. Flickr. I did not know this….a fellow blogger tipped me off, kinda, via her blog in which she has a tutorial. That I need to start reading. Frequently.

Anyway, you’re supposed to keep these kinds of things hosted elsewhere so that you don’t lose your precious moments somewhere out in cyberspace.

Soooo, I’m going to be spending some serious time backing up my photos so that should I ever change hosts, I’ll be able to take my fun, entertaining (well, maybe only to me) pictures from my blog with me.

‘Cause there’s nothin’ more frustrating than things lost in a move!! (I should know…I’ve moved literally once a year since graduating high school. But that’s a whole other post!)

No Woman, No Cry

Today marks the anniversary of Bob Marley’s death…which I know because when I logged into the blog this morning, that was on the Day in History gadget.

Honestly, I know LOTS of random trivia and don’t even get me started on the “Friends: Scene It” game because I will SCHOOL you there, but I really had no idea what May 11th was. Now I do. God bless you Day in History gadget…

But the reason I know is neither here nor there because as a music-lover, I’m so sad that Bob will no longer be crankin’ out the hits that make me want to lather up in a little Hawaiian Tropic, grab an ice cold rita and head out to the pool/beach/lake or whatever body of water is available and fry my poor ol’ bright white skin because I think that I can handle it like a Jamaican.

A good Bob Marley song is pretty much all it takes for me to think that I’m on a vacation in some tropical paradise. (Yes, I’m that easily confused.)

Or back in college getting ready for Spring Break. (BIG. SIGH.)

OR back at Camp Longhorn on your birthday which happened to be the last day of camp and you didn’t want to leave (this facing reality thing…it’s a theme) because you were going to miss your friends and have to start school again and all of the cute boys in the same age cabin brought you a cake and sang “No Woman, No Cry” and you were so excited but still sad at the same time. What? That never happened to you?

Isn’t it amazing what great music can do? Takes ya back, just like that! (Insert me snapping my fingers here.) I’m just sayin!!

Thank you Bob, for your many years of making music that not only makes us want to get up and shuffle-dance, but can so quickly and easily help us escape the world that we live in and find a few minutes (or hours…) of peace and serenity.

And enjoy a cold cocktail with an umbrella.

Without the fear of swine flu. Or a recession. Or the octo-mom.

In all seriousness, rest in peace, mon.

Schrute Fact #1

I do NOT like cantaloupe. Thus the name of the blog.  However, I do like shoes…and I thought this picture was awesome.

It’s not that I haven’t tried–my whole life–I just am naturally repelled by it. The smell, the taste, the texture…gets me right in the gag reflex. Every. Single. Time.  In fact, this holds true for all melons…except for watermelons.  Weird, I know.  I know that “experts” say that your taste buds change every 7 years or so (or maybe that’s swallowed gum…whatever) and I have experienced that with bleu cheese, but not with cantaloupe. In fact, I think God created me and just said “Nah….you’ll never like it. You’re lifelong battle will be with cantaloupe.” And it is.  I TRY…believe me. My whole family loves nothing more than a nice cold, cut up cantaloupe on a scorching Texas afternoon (or a cold beer) and every summer I think “This is it! My life is about to change!” and I end up over the trash can. 
Schrute Fact #1: Libby and Cantaloupe don’t mix. But rather admire each other from upwind.