New Design

Hello Lemon Heads,
Today I updated the site to make it more appealing.  I had been getting some complaints about the design theme of the blog and so I put a little effort into it this time.  I hope everyone likes the improvements.  


Please remember to send me your Liz Lemon stories.  I can only make this site work if I get some audience participation.  Lizmoment@gmail.com


P.S
Would you, the follows of this blog, prefer to be called "Lemon Heads" or "Liz-zards"?

Mmmm.... Donuts

I have an unhealthy obsession with Dunkin Donuts. (Though I'm not sure what kind of obsession with fried pastries could be healthy.)

-Shereen

The Kid Gloves are Coming Off!

Tracy implied that Liz's dry, chapped hands are gloves.  My friends (one of whom is named Dennis) have been dogging me about my own dry, chapped hands for years.

-Shereen

Working Out is Tasty

I sat on the couch eating leftover Chinese food while watching on-demand Yoga.

-Shereen

Oh, Hello There

A few days ago I ate Indian food for lunch. Not-so-shortly after I had finished eating, my friend asked me if this woman he was looking at had weird boobs. Naturally, I had to check my own in order to properly compare, and as I was groping myself I found a piece of rice that had tucked itself away for later. Fortunately for me, now was later and I ate the rice. As I was doing this a million thoughts were running through my head: "Why am I doing this?" "This rice is cold." "I hate that food gets stuck to your bosom." "mmm rice." By the time I was done eating my rice I realized that I had just had a Liz Lemon Moment!

As my friend and I wiped that laughter-tears from our eyes we realized that I cannot be the only woman in America or even the World to be able to so closely relate to Tina Fey's iconic character on the hilarious and award winning show, 30 Rock. So I made this blog.

My goal with this blog is to bring you one Liz Lemon moment of the day. So send me your Liz Lemon moments, your pictures of Liz look-a-likes, your embarrassingly sad stories of eating ice cream while walking on the treadmill, or messing up relationships, or buying all the hot dogs, or dressing up like a skank to get your dad to hit on you at a bar and save your parents marriage. For while Liz acts from her gut, her finger is on the pulse of America and her heart-pulse is always in the right place.

Tell me your stories at LizMoment@gmail.com and tell your friends to go to there.

Liz Lemons Unite!