Zergnet: Simply Irresistible
Profile for Amelia McDonell-Parry
Confession time: I drink upwards of three cans of Diet Coke a day. I sometimes pick the dry skin on my feet and fling the pieces into my heater vent. Occasionally I floss with strands of my own hair. I still watch “Survivor.” But my real secret shame? I am kind of obsessed with looking at pictures of celebrity engagement rings. Here are 23 of my favorites…
I”m not a “Dancing with the Stars” fan — D-list celebs learning how to tango? No thanks! — and find everything else on the boob tube Tuesday nights to be totally boring. Until now. Last night, “The Voice,” an “American Idol”-inspired singing competition, debuted, and against my better judgment, I tuned in. So glad I did! For starters, “The Voice” doesn’t bother to show any of the crappy auditions — contestants having already been whittled down to just the best. After all, judges Christina Aguilera, Adam Levine, Cee-Lo Green, and Blake Shelton are way too busy with their own successful careers to waste time listening to a bunch of talentless losers warble.
This past weekend, as I was conducting an experiment to find out how many hours I could spend on my couch before developing sofa sores, I finally decided to watch a show called “The Wire.” Perhaps you’ve heard of it. The critically acclaimed show aired on HBO for five seasons and ended its run in early 2008. Better late than never! Ten episodes into season one, it is my new obsession and I want, nay, need, the full series on DVD so there is absolutely no lull as I make my way through the rest of the episodes. Omar, Bubbles, and Stringer Bell might miss me.
I am a creature of habit, including when it comes to clothes. When I find something I like, I buy 10. For example, I wear the same style of flip-flops every summer (J. Crew’s Capri sandals in a variety of colors). And when it comes to the tops I pair with jeans, well, let’s just say I’ve never met a T-back/racerback tank I didn’t like. Maybe it’s because I think my shoulder blades are kind of sexy, but my closet is filled with sleeveless tops that show them off in every color and print imaginable. Here are 10 more I’m coveting. (Oh, and for those of you who are like, “Amelia, I have to wear a bra — won’t my bra straps show with a T-back tank?” allow me to introduce you to my favorite infomercial product of all time — the Strap Perfect. Problem solved. Could not live without it.)
It may be small in stature, but this baby duck is completely terrorizing that innocent puppy! I know because his bark sounds exactly like Lucca’s when I practice playing Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold” on my ukulele. Keep reading »