Don't ever go on Pinterest. "Mexican Lasagna" in particular makes me want to set rage fires.

I don’t want to do something that feels GOOD for 12 hours. Go have a cookie. You earned it.

It’s basically porn for the Pinterest crowd. I will bet you 20 American dollars that any woman that goes to this movies has multiple mason jar and barn wedding pins.

Preach!! Make fun of DVD collection all you want, but when studios deny or pull stuff from Netflix, etc... I can still watch my shows whenever the hell I want. Neener neener neener.

Raja vs. Carmen is one of the hottest things I have ever seen. It’s practically porn. And I love it.

Seasons 1 and 2 are the best. The third one wasn’t great, but is still worth watching, especially if you watch the VM movie after the series.

I am loving it so hard. It’s like Dead Veronica Mars in all the best ways.

That’s adorable. The first time I went to England, my friend that lives there asked if I wanted to go to Buckingham Palace, or the Tower or any other big tourist spots. I said, “Boots. Take me to Boots.” And it was glorious.

That is some Twilight Zone level mind fuckery right there.

I bet there are bodies buried under that house.

But they just taste that much better in the stands, wrapped in foil, bun a little steamed. But I won't turn one (or 5) down at a BBQ, either.

She puts it on tuna fish. And her brother used to put it on steak. Once in Vegas, at a fancy steak house in a casino, he asked for ketchup and the waiter said they didn't have any. My uncle asked if the diner in the casino had it and the waiter said they did. So my uncle told him to go get it from there and bring it…

Always in the pantry. I just recently found out that some people keep it in the fridge. But in my house, it nevers lasts long enough to go bad. Mom puts it on every blessed thing she eats.

Twinsies! One of my favorite things in the world is a grilled Dodger dog at Dodger stadium with all those things. They don't seem to stock mayo, though, so I smuggle in my own condiment packets. The last time I went I ate an unholy number of them. Like I will never admit in public or on an anonymous blog comment how…

You and my mother. She is one of the types that puts it on everything. When I make a grossed out face ,she always says, "You are not the one eating it, are you? Then shut up." She's really sweet otherwise.

When I was watching I kept thinking they were shark eyes. Just dead, nothing behind them.

Hashbrowns mixed with runny egg yolks. That is how I do it when I am at Denny's or someplace like that.

That's how I do it, too. When I was little I called them "yellow ketchup" eggs. Sometimes I will still ask my mom to make me yellow ketchup eggs.

Sorry to hear that. One of my closest friends has similar family genetics. She just can't fathom the fact that my Granny is 85 and still spry and active. In her mind, anything over 65 is knocking on death's door.

The women in my family generally live to 105 or 106 years old. Drinkers and smokers, the whole lot of them. I am really banking on genetics to overcome my vices.