Part of a balanced breakfast

So my sister just calls me to say, "hey, I think I just saw Ellen Reilly in a Cheerios commercial. Is that possible? She looks great and holds up a box and says, 'it helps me watch my weight!'"

I'm just pissed because I've been fast forwarding my tivo on only one arrow through commercials for the past few weeks trying to find it, and no such luck! And, we regularly eat Cheerios in my house! In fact, I think I just stepped on one by Kayla's exersaucer earlier today. Damn, those things make a lot of dusty little crumbs.

I remember my first blog...

This is an auspicious moment for me as it is my first time ever writing in a self serving blog. Well, any blog for that matter. This is a virtual fly on the wall to the idiosyncracies and genius that is the Improvoholics. I couldn't be more excited knowing the ambivalent impact this will have on the world and more importantly the world wide web! Beware of snarky comments and inside jokes, and feel free to inquire. We will certainly attempt to make something up to exaggerate our brilliance and protect the guilty and flawed. Welcome!

Why hello there...

Ba da da dah dah dah! We started a freakin' blog.
Hell, it's our blog, I can say it, we started a fucking BLOG!
Frankly, I think that's awesome.
I'm siked. Or psyched. Not sure how you spell that. Spelling is not really an issue when we're doing shows so this could get embarrassing. Awww, yeahhhh, I just found the spell check button. I am all set. 'Cept I don't have more to say right now. Damn it, Ellen was right. This may get boring.

Ellen starts by whining

So it seems Amy (the young one) wants us to start a Blog. Ugh. I am Ellen (the old one) and I don't even know what a blog is. I told Amy that the only things I could contribute are items about how when I work out at Curves (see, I'm the old one) I get pissy if someone jumps on the circuit right next to me, especially when there is room to spread out. Personal space, sweaty middle aged ladies, personal space!

Oh dear, where are the references to texting and crystal meth? Too much "fiber," not enough "cyber..."