Friday, June 30, 2006
Random fun at the makeup counter.
So Laura and I had dinner last weekend and were going to go to a movie because Josh was out of town and she wanted out of the house...
We ended up running into her friend Desi at the makeup counter at Nordstrom's that she works at... and things got a bit out of control.
Needless to say, we missed the movie. Check the photo gallery if you don't believe me. File under Parties and Fun.
We ended up running into her friend Desi at the makeup counter at Nordstrom's that she works at... and things got a bit out of control.
Needless to say, we missed the movie. Check the photo gallery if you don't believe me. File under Parties and Fun.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
I believe a man can fly.
Not much time to post, but I just want to tell everyone to go see Superman Returns.
And not just because Kevin Spacey is Lex Luthor. Everyone knows my obscene obsession with him, but I would have loved this movie even if he wasn't Lex.
Its fantastic. I had some misgivings about some of the casting choices, but all of those fears were quickly dispelled. Brandon Routh's Superman is so subtly similar to Christopher Reeve's performance that it's haunting and a bit startling at times. He does own the part, but I think we, as fans, respect the homage that he applied to it.
My only complaint is a trivial one. Lois' hair pissed me off the entire movie, to the color being faded and two-tone in the beginning to it looking like Lois doesn't believe in a brush just busted my cookies at times, but that's just me being a stupid girl who's obsessed with hair (I had a similar complaint during a scene in the Revenge of the Sith with Natalie Portman). Also I wish Kevin Spacey was in it more, but I could have watched a whole movie about Lex Luthor since Kevin was in the role, so that's neither here nor there.
I can't wait to see it again.
The blue boy scout is back, and I couldn't be happier.
* side note: we had a BABY in the seat RIGHT NEXT to us, and the kid didn't really act up at ALL! I was shocked and amazed because I started having panic attacks when the mom showed up with the kid. Her husband duped us into thinking it was just a friend coming. Little did we know his wife and kid were on their way! It was one of the BEST movie going experiences I've had in a LONG time. Thank you for giving me not only a Kevin Spacey movie, but a Kevin Spacey movie where I didn't have to call down the thunder on anyone during it.
And not just because Kevin Spacey is Lex Luthor. Everyone knows my obscene obsession with him, but I would have loved this movie even if he wasn't Lex.
Its fantastic. I had some misgivings about some of the casting choices, but all of those fears were quickly dispelled. Brandon Routh's Superman is so subtly similar to Christopher Reeve's performance that it's haunting and a bit startling at times. He does own the part, but I think we, as fans, respect the homage that he applied to it.
My only complaint is a trivial one. Lois' hair pissed me off the entire movie, to the color being faded and two-tone in the beginning to it looking like Lois doesn't believe in a brush just busted my cookies at times, but that's just me being a stupid girl who's obsessed with hair (I had a similar complaint during a scene in the Revenge of the Sith with Natalie Portman). Also I wish Kevin Spacey was in it more, but I could have watched a whole movie about Lex Luthor since Kevin was in the role, so that's neither here nor there.
I can't wait to see it again.
The blue boy scout is back, and I couldn't be happier.
* side note: we had a BABY in the seat RIGHT NEXT to us, and the kid didn't really act up at ALL! I was shocked and amazed because I started having panic attacks when the mom showed up with the kid. Her husband duped us into thinking it was just a friend coming. Little did we know his wife and kid were on their way! It was one of the BEST movie going experiences I've had in a LONG time. Thank you for giving me not only a Kevin Spacey movie, but a Kevin Spacey movie where I didn't have to call down the thunder on anyone during it.
Monday, June 26, 2006
What does this say about us as human beings?
I'm super busy finishing up my stint on Villains, but I wanted to talk about this for a second. There are two places in society nowadays where people feel that they are "safe" enough and can't be harmed enough to where they feel that common courtesy and civility don't apply.
One is the anonymity of the internet, the other? Behind the wheel of their car. Every single day I'm amazed at how people have a complete and utter lack of common courtesy to their fellow man while on the road.
Nowhere else can you repeatedly piss someone off, get joy out of it, and feel completely within your right to put other people's lives in jeopardy. I completely understand where Road Rage came from. Its maddening to be driving and keeping a safe distance between the car in front of you only to have that space taken up by some asshat who doesn't signal and then slams on their brakes as they get in front of you because, gee, there REALLY wasn't THAT much room there after all.
Did I mention that you're also going downhill at about 70 miles per hour when said asshat slams on the brakes?!
What does this say about us as a society that this is acceptable behavior? I think it says that while I think most people are good, there is that small percentage that will do something that is ethically and dangerously wrong as long as they feel that they can get away with it. The scary thing is that these people aren't criminals in the sense that they aren't rapists, thieves, child molesters... These people have the potential to become murderers though. Drunk driving, talking on their FREAKING cell phones or dialing them while going in excess of 70 miles per hour while weaving all over the road. All of these things have the potential for disaster.
I guess having my cop dad and my trauma ward mother helped me realize moreso than others that cars are a privilege and they are also killing machines. I've seen all of the red asphalt movies, even before I was shown them in driver's ed in high school. I've seen coroner photos of what happens when you act stupid while driving. I've been told horror stories of how naked I'll be when I enter the trauma center and what happens when I get there.
I just don't understand why people feel they can get away with half the crap they pull on the road when if they did that to you in, say, the grocery store, you'd call them out on it and they'd be ashamed of themselves. But with the anonymity of traffic and everyone having their own destinations, we usually just curse a little, and then "forgive" their transgressions.
I'm not of the opinion that Road Rage is acceptable or that we should take up vigilantism against these offenders, but I think that we should all take a step back and look at ourselves and how we treat others on the road the next time we're in the car. Would you slam the door in a little old lady's face at the store and then flip her off? Probably not, but I've seen that happen on the road many times.
Ben and I have decided that instead of getting mad and honking and flipping people off, we just give them a big shit eating grin and then either a wave or a big thumbs up when they're looking at us in their rearview mirror. This technique actually seems to get the jackhole even MORE pissed off at us than if we just did what normal people do. Its very funny and I think everyone should adopt this technique.
This may be the pot calling the kettle black here if you've ever been in the car with me... but its just something that's been on my mind lately.
One is the anonymity of the internet, the other? Behind the wheel of their car. Every single day I'm amazed at how people have a complete and utter lack of common courtesy to their fellow man while on the road.
Nowhere else can you repeatedly piss someone off, get joy out of it, and feel completely within your right to put other people's lives in jeopardy. I completely understand where Road Rage came from. Its maddening to be driving and keeping a safe distance between the car in front of you only to have that space taken up by some asshat who doesn't signal and then slams on their brakes as they get in front of you because, gee, there REALLY wasn't THAT much room there after all.
Did I mention that you're also going downhill at about 70 miles per hour when said asshat slams on the brakes?!
What does this say about us as a society that this is acceptable behavior? I think it says that while I think most people are good, there is that small percentage that will do something that is ethically and dangerously wrong as long as they feel that they can get away with it. The scary thing is that these people aren't criminals in the sense that they aren't rapists, thieves, child molesters... These people have the potential to become murderers though. Drunk driving, talking on their FREAKING cell phones or dialing them while going in excess of 70 miles per hour while weaving all over the road. All of these things have the potential for disaster.
I guess having my cop dad and my trauma ward mother helped me realize moreso than others that cars are a privilege and they are also killing machines. I've seen all of the red asphalt movies, even before I was shown them in driver's ed in high school. I've seen coroner photos of what happens when you act stupid while driving. I've been told horror stories of how naked I'll be when I enter the trauma center and what happens when I get there.
I just don't understand why people feel they can get away with half the crap they pull on the road when if they did that to you in, say, the grocery store, you'd call them out on it and they'd be ashamed of themselves. But with the anonymity of traffic and everyone having their own destinations, we usually just curse a little, and then "forgive" their transgressions.
I'm not of the opinion that Road Rage is acceptable or that we should take up vigilantism against these offenders, but I think that we should all take a step back and look at ourselves and how we treat others on the road the next time we're in the car. Would you slam the door in a little old lady's face at the store and then flip her off? Probably not, but I've seen that happen on the road many times.
Ben and I have decided that instead of getting mad and honking and flipping people off, we just give them a big shit eating grin and then either a wave or a big thumbs up when they're looking at us in their rearview mirror. This technique actually seems to get the jackhole even MORE pissed off at us than if we just did what normal people do. Its very funny and I think everyone should adopt this technique.
This may be the pot calling the kettle black here if you've ever been in the car with me... but its just something that's been on my mind lately.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Isn't she lovely?
My sister turns 30 today. Its a pretty big landmark in someone's life and its a lot less scary than I thought it would be. I guess as a child, 30 is about as close to death as you can imagine, but me being 27 myself, its like my life is just getting started.
One of my first memories as a child is that the only way I was allowed to stay outside past the time when the streetlights came on was if I was playing with my sister and her friends. This was no sacrifice for me because I got to stay out later than I should and I got to hang around my big sis. I adored her. I wanted to do EVERYTHING just like her.
I think part of the reason that I did so well in school was because my sister did. She got straight A's, therefore I ALSO had to get straight A's. (though now she's going to be an electrician and I can't even wash knives in the kitchen without cutting myself, so its probably good that we chose different career paths... but I digress...) She was in the band, so I wanted to be in the band. She had glasses, so I also wanted glasses. I used to screw my eyes up so much trying to WILL my vision to go askew just so I had to have glasses too. That part, I wish I could go back and change. I hate my crap vision but I got EXACTLY what I wished for.
When I was 9 years old, my parents sold their house on Vallejo Ave and moved to the "new" house in Spring Valley. It was a bigger house, my sister and I shared a room in the old house and we would finally be getting our OWN rooms... it was a scary, yet enticing situation. We left behind our friends, our schools, our neighbors and our entire world to move to this "new", "better", "safer" house. But I saw it as my life ending as I knew it.
How could I ever get by without my friends? My classmates? My HUGE backyard?
My sissypoo. That's how.
On our first night in the "new" house, my dad set up our mattresses from our beds, in what would now be my sister's room, on the floor making a huge double bed. We made popcorn, had a bag of chips, and two of those HUGE 40 oz. Cokes that had Max Headroom on the sides, and we were set for the night. It was the last night that we would be sharing a room together. I was afraid of having my own room because I was so used to her being there. If monsters were coming in to kill us in our sleep who was going to be there to get eaten first while I made my hasty getaway? If spiders came out and tried to devour me who was going to be there to run and get my mother?
Alicia consoled me saying that she would always be right next door. All I had to do was call her name and she'd come running. And she did... many times. She's funny, nerdy, goofy, brainy, zany, serious, silly, pissy, bitchy... all of these things, and I love every inch of her.
She's been my biggest defender, greatest hero, sneakiest (is that a real word?) partner in crime and sometimes worst enemy. But I know that no matter where I am, no matter what time of day, or day of the week, if I were to call to her, she would drop everything and be here, right by my side.
My parents taught us two things, (well, they taught us MORE than TWO things, but these are TWO of the things they taught us...) one was to always look out for each other and protect each other. The other was that in this world, no matter what, we are all that the other has. Since I have no other siblings, its true, she IS all that I have... and I cherish every minute of it.
Even though we're many miles away, I still think about her every day. I talk to her all the time, whether through email, text message or on the phone, we're always in each other's lives. I can't imagine my life without her, I know I would not be the person I am today if it weren't for her. My parents and my gramma were our guides, but she was my biggest role model. If I am anything, I am my sister's shadow.
So even though today is HER birthday, I think I'M the one who's received the biggest present: being able to call her MY SISSYPOO.
One of my first memories as a child is that the only way I was allowed to stay outside past the time when the streetlights came on was if I was playing with my sister and her friends. This was no sacrifice for me because I got to stay out later than I should and I got to hang around my big sis. I adored her. I wanted to do EVERYTHING just like her.I think part of the reason that I did so well in school was because my sister did. She got straight A's, therefore I ALSO had to get straight A's. (though now she's going to be an electrician and I can't even wash knives in the kitchen without cutting myself, so its probably good that we chose different career paths... but I digress...) She was in the band, so I wanted to be in the band. She had glasses, so I also wanted glasses. I used to screw my eyes up so much trying to WILL my vision to go askew just so I had to have glasses too. That part, I wish I could go back and change. I hate my crap vision but I got EXACTLY what I wished for.
When I was 9 years old, my parents sold their house on Vallejo Ave and moved to the "new" house in Spring Valley. It was a bigger house, my sister and I shared a room in the old house and we would finally be getting our OWN rooms... it was a scary, yet enticing situation. We left behind our friends, our schools, our neighbors and our entire world to move to this "new", "better", "safer" house. But I saw it as my life ending as I knew it.
How could I ever get by without my friends? My classmates? My HUGE backyard?
My sissypoo. That's how.
On our first night in the "new" house, my dad set up our mattresses from our beds, in what would now be my sister's room, on the floor making a huge double bed. We made popcorn, had a bag of chips, and two of those HUGE 40 oz. Cokes that had Max Headroom on the sides, and we were set for the night. It was the last night that we would be sharing a room together. I was afraid of having my own room because I was so used to her being there. If monsters were coming in to kill us in our sleep who was going to be there to get eaten first while I made my hasty getaway? If spiders came out and tried to devour me who was going to be there to run and get my mother?Alicia consoled me saying that she would always be right next door. All I had to do was call her name and she'd come running. And she did... many times. She's funny, nerdy, goofy, brainy, zany, serious, silly, pissy, bitchy... all of these things, and I love every inch of her.
She's been my biggest defender, greatest hero, sneakiest (is that a real word?) partner in crime and sometimes worst enemy. But I know that no matter where I am, no matter what time of day, or day of the week, if I were to call to her, she would drop everything and be here, right by my side.My parents taught us two things, (well, they taught us MORE than TWO things, but these are TWO of the things they taught us...) one was to always look out for each other and protect each other. The other was that in this world, no matter what, we are all that the other has. Since I have no other siblings, its true, she IS all that I have... and I cherish every minute of it.
Even though we're many miles away, I still think about her every day. I talk to her all the time, whether through email, text message or on the phone, we're always in each other's lives. I can't imagine my life without her, I know I would not be the person I am today if it weren't for her. My parents and my gramma were our guides, but she was my biggest role model. If I am anything, I am my sister's shadow.So even though today is HER birthday, I think I'M the one who's received the biggest present: being able to call her MY SISSYPOO.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Let's get ready to rumble!
So we got together with Ben's parents and his brother last night to celebrate his mom's birthday which was on Wednesday, and after dinner we went to see Nacho Libre!
It was AWESOME. Probably the funniest movie I've seen this year. Jack Black continues to amaze me with his comedic stylings. He pulls off his Mexican accent so well that I forgot who he was at some points during the movie, he was that good. I think I almost literally "busted a gut" at the last scene with Nacho in the ring. I know I had tears in my eyes and a stitch in my side, at least, by the end of it. Jared Hess, who directed Napoleon Dynamite, is starting to become one of my favorite directors. He's got a thing with food in all of his movies, but the random humor is right up my alley.
Everyone do yourself a favor and got see this movie. We're seeing it again tonight with Josh and Laura, and I can't wait since I'm sure I missed some of it because I couldn't stop laughing.
To cap our evening, however, we go to see a fight of our own in real true life. And it wasn't the Lucha kind...
It seems there was a movie patron who, I'll say, was probably high on crack or heroin or something, and he started laughing REALLY annoyingly towards the end of the movie in random unfunny places. He got a couple of "Shut Ups!" from the audience and when the movie was over, apparently he had some "words" with a teenage girl that he was most likely sitting next to. I didn't see them talking, Ben did, but as we were trying to leave the theatre I saw the girl run past me. I thought she had spilled something on herself or was running to the bathroom or something and didn't think anything of it. But as I was trying to walk out, Ben grabbed my arm and told me to hold on a second and I turned around to see that the girl and the crack addict were duking it out right in front of the doors to leave the theatre!
I haven't seen anything that crazy since my sister, my friend, Gina, and I were at the DMV and a similar altercation broke out. My jaw totally dropped and Ben and Zach ran up to try to stop the fight because apparently no one else seemed to realize what was going on. The crack addict guy then ran out and the girl and maybe her boyfriend or some other guy who was just trying to stop it ran after him. Everyone was yelling for the police, who thankfully, and sadly, were already there since its summertime and this theatre I guess gets buckwild at Friday night shows (mental note: Never see a movie in Cedar Hill during the summer on a Friday or on opening night. EVER) and so the police ran after the guy and caught him in the parking lot.
It was koo koo crazy to say the least.
So I may bring my El Santo mask with me tonight and keep it in my purse just in case another fight breaks out. I may need to step into the ring to help someone out.
I just have to say that 1) I'm glad that the crack addict was NOT sitting behind or next to us, which is a FIRST for me since I have a freak magnet activated when I go to the movies and 2) I'm glad that the shit didn't hit the fan until AFTER the credits were rolling.
Hopefully tonight will not have the drama that last night did, but I don't think lightening strikes twice.
It was AWESOME. Probably the funniest movie I've seen this year. Jack Black continues to amaze me with his comedic stylings. He pulls off his Mexican accent so well that I forgot who he was at some points during the movie, he was that good. I think I almost literally "busted a gut" at the last scene with Nacho in the ring. I know I had tears in my eyes and a stitch in my side, at least, by the end of it. Jared Hess, who directed Napoleon Dynamite, is starting to become one of my favorite directors. He's got a thing with food in all of his movies, but the random humor is right up my alley.
Everyone do yourself a favor and got see this movie. We're seeing it again tonight with Josh and Laura, and I can't wait since I'm sure I missed some of it because I couldn't stop laughing.
To cap our evening, however, we go to see a fight of our own in real true life. And it wasn't the Lucha kind...
It seems there was a movie patron who, I'll say, was probably high on crack or heroin or something, and he started laughing REALLY annoyingly towards the end of the movie in random unfunny places. He got a couple of "Shut Ups!" from the audience and when the movie was over, apparently he had some "words" with a teenage girl that he was most likely sitting next to. I didn't see them talking, Ben did, but as we were trying to leave the theatre I saw the girl run past me. I thought she had spilled something on herself or was running to the bathroom or something and didn't think anything of it. But as I was trying to walk out, Ben grabbed my arm and told me to hold on a second and I turned around to see that the girl and the crack addict were duking it out right in front of the doors to leave the theatre!
I haven't seen anything that crazy since my sister, my friend, Gina, and I were at the DMV and a similar altercation broke out. My jaw totally dropped and Ben and Zach ran up to try to stop the fight because apparently no one else seemed to realize what was going on. The crack addict guy then ran out and the girl and maybe her boyfriend or some other guy who was just trying to stop it ran after him. Everyone was yelling for the police, who thankfully, and sadly, were already there since its summertime and this theatre I guess gets buckwild at Friday night shows (mental note: Never see a movie in Cedar Hill during the summer on a Friday or on opening night. EVER) and so the police ran after the guy and caught him in the parking lot.
It was koo koo crazy to say the least.
So I may bring my El Santo mask with me tonight and keep it in my purse just in case another fight breaks out. I may need to step into the ring to help someone out.
I just have to say that 1) I'm glad that the crack addict was NOT sitting behind or next to us, which is a FIRST for me since I have a freak magnet activated when I go to the movies and 2) I'm glad that the shit didn't hit the fan until AFTER the credits were rolling.
Hopefully tonight will not have the drama that last night did, but I don't think lightening strikes twice.
Monday, June 12, 2006
This...
cannot get here fast enough.
With Genndy Tartakovsky behind the wheel, I can see no wrong with this picture. I was skeptical at first, but the more I read about it, the more excited I become...
With Genndy Tartakovsky behind the wheel, I can see no wrong with this picture. I was skeptical at first, but the more I read about it, the more excited I become...Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The Mark of the Beast...
DOES exist. I now have it on MY flesh. Courtesy of your friendly (I mean) EVIL neighborhood Chewie cat!
Exhibit A:
Silently he sits...and waits. For what, you ask? For some tasty human flesh to walk by so he can pounce!
Exhibit B:
Yeah, see those four red marks on the back of my calf? (Sorry for the weird angle, its hard to take a picture of your own leg) I made the mistake of walking past him in the dark last night and was rewarded for my treachery with these fancy markings.
I knew I should have sacrificed him before midnight last night, but alas, I did not. So, sorry. I think I may have single-handedly brought down the prophecy of the end of the world. Because my cat IS the Antichrist.
Now before you guys say "Why do you keep him, then?" because of all this, just know that about 15% of the time he is VERY sweet, and I know that he just can't help himself sometimes. He has corners of the house that are "his" and we are entering at our own risk if we cross them while he is waiting. And he does KNOW he's being bad, I just think he has a switch in his brain and once its flipped there isn't any going back until the deed is done. Also, I don't think ANYONE else would treat him the way we do. I think someone else would seriously hurt this cat because of all the crap he pulls. And I do love him, he's just a grumpy old man stuck in a cat's body and he's pissed about it. Plus we do our share of bad things to him by accident too, so its just a vicious cycle of payback in the Hall house.
The other night I was having a nightmare and I woke up and Chewie was in bed with us and I grabbed him around the neck and almost choked him to death...he kept perfectly still until I woke up because I think he realized that retaliation was a one way ticket to kitty heaven for him. And he was nice to me for the rest of the weekend. So its give and take with him.
Unlike Fizzgig who's just sunshine and rainbows all the time and is on constant alert that we are going to, one day, snap and kill her. At least that's what I think is going on in her mind.
In other news, thanks to Lori for the super (if not entirely un-cryptic) secret info, I now have 2 tickets to the Ladytron show at the Gypsy Tea Room in Dallas in October! WOOT! So I didn't have to go to New York or Austin to see them, 'cause they are coming to the Big D! These next few months can't go by fast enough, I'm telling you.
Exhibit A:
Silently he sits...and waits. For what, you ask? For some tasty human flesh to walk by so he can pounce!
Exhibit B:
Yeah, see those four red marks on the back of my calf? (Sorry for the weird angle, its hard to take a picture of your own leg) I made the mistake of walking past him in the dark last night and was rewarded for my treachery with these fancy markings.I knew I should have sacrificed him before midnight last night, but alas, I did not. So, sorry. I think I may have single-handedly brought down the prophecy of the end of the world. Because my cat IS the Antichrist.
Now before you guys say "Why do you keep him, then?" because of all this, just know that about 15% of the time he is VERY sweet, and I know that he just can't help himself sometimes. He has corners of the house that are "his" and we are entering at our own risk if we cross them while he is waiting. And he does KNOW he's being bad, I just think he has a switch in his brain and once its flipped there isn't any going back until the deed is done. Also, I don't think ANYONE else would treat him the way we do. I think someone else would seriously hurt this cat because of all the crap he pulls. And I do love him, he's just a grumpy old man stuck in a cat's body and he's pissed about it. Plus we do our share of bad things to him by accident too, so its just a vicious cycle of payback in the Hall house.
The other night I was having a nightmare and I woke up and Chewie was in bed with us and I grabbed him around the neck and almost choked him to death...he kept perfectly still until I woke up because I think he realized that retaliation was a one way ticket to kitty heaven for him. And he was nice to me for the rest of the weekend. So its give and take with him.
Unlike Fizzgig who's just sunshine and rainbows all the time and is on constant alert that we are going to, one day, snap and kill her. At least that's what I think is going on in her mind.
In other news, thanks to Lori for the super (if not entirely un-cryptic) secret info, I now have 2 tickets to the Ladytron show at the Gypsy Tea Room in Dallas in October! WOOT! So I didn't have to go to New York or Austin to see them, 'cause they are coming to the Big D! These next few months can't go by fast enough, I'm telling you.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
A bit of the old catch-up.
Not a whole lot going on, but Ben and I have had a pretty productive couple of days.
To cap the whirlwind weekend off, on Sunday we decided to take some of our craptastic old CDs that we no longer wanted anymore to some local shops to try to sell them. This was sparked by us finding out that we could no longer squeeze even ONE more CD into our collection. So we made the decision to go ahead and sell the garbage that's been laying a cloud of stink on our otherwise most impressive music collection.
I think one of the main reasons that I did not want this day to ever come was because I have some pretty questionable CDs in my collection that I felt a little embarrassed by, and would not want anyone knowing that I actually owned them. I know, who gives a shit, right? I really don't, but there you go.
Our first stop, Forever Young, probably, no, definitely, THE coolest music store in the area. These guys know their shit and are really cool and nice. I always find something that I've been looking for when I go there and I just FEEL cool when I walk in. I'm very aware that I am indeed, NOT cool, but the fact that I'm IN there looking at music, makes me feel better about myself. Go figure.
They ended up giving us WAY more money than we thought they would so we even got some cash BACK from them after the 5 CDs of "good" music that we ended up buying, which I thought was a BIG bonus. One of the CDs I bought was this:
I've been looking for this for a while, and of course, I found it at Forever Young. This is a collaboration with one of my FAVORITE artists of all TIME: Matthew Sweet and Susanna Hoffs, you might remember her as the lead singer for a little known band called, The Bangles. (Its called sarcasm, folks.) They have a myspace page, check it out if you have the chance. Its the cat's pajamas.
We hit two more stores and ended up with 5 CDs, 2 DVDs and got ourselves some lunch, while only shelling out $2 of our own money. Pretty impressive for a bunch of CDs that I would probably not even give to my friends as GAG gifts... (I was VERY experimental with my music tastes in high school)
This morning when Ben and I left the house to go to work, we were met with a lot of commotion in the form of a mother cat and her two kittens that have apparently decided that our spiky bush by our carport would make the ideal home! I felt really bad because one of the kittens beat cheeks through the corner of our backyard fence, and the other one stayed put. This put the mother cat in a bit of a pickle, because she came out from under the bush and rested right under the car and hissed at us. I think she couldn't decide whether to go after the scampering kit or stay put and make sure her other kat was not going to be stomped by these big hulking humans that were in her face.
Ben stood outside the car and I slowly navigated it away from the mother cat and we drove off to work. I hope they were reunited today, since they were not under our bush when we got home. Though I wouldn't be either since its about 5,000 degrees outside today. Hopefully they found some shade and maybe I'll see them again tomorrow morning!
I know, I'm a total dork, but I love cats and its taken everything for me to not go looking for them and put food out for them and call them my own...feral or NOT.
To cap the whirlwind weekend off, on Sunday we decided to take some of our craptastic old CDs that we no longer wanted anymore to some local shops to try to sell them. This was sparked by us finding out that we could no longer squeeze even ONE more CD into our collection. So we made the decision to go ahead and sell the garbage that's been laying a cloud of stink on our otherwise most impressive music collection.
I think one of the main reasons that I did not want this day to ever come was because I have some pretty questionable CDs in my collection that I felt a little embarrassed by, and would not want anyone knowing that I actually owned them. I know, who gives a shit, right? I really don't, but there you go.
Our first stop, Forever Young, probably, no, definitely, THE coolest music store in the area. These guys know their shit and are really cool and nice. I always find something that I've been looking for when I go there and I just FEEL cool when I walk in. I'm very aware that I am indeed, NOT cool, but the fact that I'm IN there looking at music, makes me feel better about myself. Go figure.
They ended up giving us WAY more money than we thought they would so we even got some cash BACK from them after the 5 CDs of "good" music that we ended up buying, which I thought was a BIG bonus. One of the CDs I bought was this:
I've been looking for this for a while, and of course, I found it at Forever Young. This is a collaboration with one of my FAVORITE artists of all TIME: Matthew Sweet and Susanna Hoffs, you might remember her as the lead singer for a little known band called, The Bangles. (Its called sarcasm, folks.) They have a myspace page, check it out if you have the chance. Its the cat's pajamas.We hit two more stores and ended up with 5 CDs, 2 DVDs and got ourselves some lunch, while only shelling out $2 of our own money. Pretty impressive for a bunch of CDs that I would probably not even give to my friends as GAG gifts... (I was VERY experimental with my music tastes in high school)
This morning when Ben and I left the house to go to work, we were met with a lot of commotion in the form of a mother cat and her two kittens that have apparently decided that our spiky bush by our carport would make the ideal home! I felt really bad because one of the kittens beat cheeks through the corner of our backyard fence, and the other one stayed put. This put the mother cat in a bit of a pickle, because she came out from under the bush and rested right under the car and hissed at us. I think she couldn't decide whether to go after the scampering kit or stay put and make sure her other kat was not going to be stomped by these big hulking humans that were in her face.
Ben stood outside the car and I slowly navigated it away from the mother cat and we drove off to work. I hope they were reunited today, since they were not under our bush when we got home. Though I wouldn't be either since its about 5,000 degrees outside today. Hopefully they found some shade and maybe I'll see them again tomorrow morning!
I know, I'm a total dork, but I love cats and its taken everything for me to not go looking for them and put food out for them and call them my own...feral or NOT.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
In a rare public appearance...
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Weekend Warrior
First I'd like to say congrats to our friends Mike and Audra who had their baby last night! She's super cute, I think she was 7 lbs and I didn't catch how many inches, but she's healthy and mom is doing ok and that's what matters. Ben and I got to the hospital at about 9:30 last night and I think she was born at around 11, but it's kind of hazy so I really don't know anything. We got home at around 1:30 this morning and that's what I remember as far as time goes. The hospital, however, did not wish us to leave, because they lock ALL of the doors after midnight apparently, so if you have anything BAD happen to you after midnight, its best to wait until morning, because they just can't be bothered with letting anyone in OR out...
I am a self proclaimed baby hog. I love babies, and so I was happy to have some baby time with baby C last night before she was whisked away to the nursery for the evening. I'm always amazed every time I'm around one of my friends or family members that have given birth. Its a wonderful miracle every time it happens and it makes me all giddy inside. I can't wait to have one of my own.
This afternoon we took my wedding dress to Debra's Dress in Dallas to have it cleaned and preserved. The cleaning of the dress will be done in two weeks, then I get to inspect it before it's boxed up for good. It was sad to leave it behind, but I know its for the best. I seem to be leaving all of my prized possessions in the care of others these days. First my car, and now my wedding dress. At least I'll be getting my dress back.
For lunch, rather than Einstein's, we decided that we were going to try someplace new in Dallas that we haven't been to before. We happened upon a place called Uncle Julio's.
Marlena and Mexican food go together like, well, chips and salsa, so I was pretty enthused about trying it out. And I must say, I wasn't disappointed. First thing, you KNOW you're in an authentic Mexican joint when they serve you WARM salsa. And this stuff was FRESH. Their queso was awesome, as well as their chips and flour tortillas. I ordered chicken fajitas, because I always judge a place by their fajitas, first, and then try other things on their menu if I like what I get. I don't know why I do that, I just do. Let me tell you, they scored an A+. Our waiter was even awesome, too.
This is a picture of the front of their menu. Doesn't this lovable hombre just SCREAM Eat My Fajitas?! I thought it did. So I obliged, naturally. Ben got some enchiladas and we stuffed ourselves silly. To say the fajitas were good would be an understatement. I was so upset that I couldn't finish them, but it was probably about 50 lbs. of chicken, so I didn't want to take any chances turning the end of this Saturday into a visit to the emergency room because I would have had to roll myself out of the restaurant if I had eaten any more.
So if you're in the Dallas area, stop in at Uncle Julio's. It was THAT good. I think its going to be my ONLY stop in Dallas for Mexican food from now on...Sorry Chuy's, there's a new kid in town.
I am a self proclaimed baby hog. I love babies, and so I was happy to have some baby time with baby C last night before she was whisked away to the nursery for the evening. I'm always amazed every time I'm around one of my friends or family members that have given birth. Its a wonderful miracle every time it happens and it makes me all giddy inside. I can't wait to have one of my own.
This afternoon we took my wedding dress to Debra's Dress in Dallas to have it cleaned and preserved. The cleaning of the dress will be done in two weeks, then I get to inspect it before it's boxed up for good. It was sad to leave it behind, but I know its for the best. I seem to be leaving all of my prized possessions in the care of others these days. First my car, and now my wedding dress. At least I'll be getting my dress back.For lunch, rather than Einstein's, we decided that we were going to try someplace new in Dallas that we haven't been to before. We happened upon a place called Uncle Julio's.
Marlena and Mexican food go together like, well, chips and salsa, so I was pretty enthused about trying it out. And I must say, I wasn't disappointed. First thing, you KNOW you're in an authentic Mexican joint when they serve you WARM salsa. And this stuff was FRESH. Their queso was awesome, as well as their chips and flour tortillas. I ordered chicken fajitas, because I always judge a place by their fajitas, first, and then try other things on their menu if I like what I get. I don't know why I do that, I just do. Let me tell you, they scored an A+. Our waiter was even awesome, too.
This is a picture of the front of their menu. Doesn't this lovable hombre just SCREAM Eat My Fajitas?! I thought it did. So I obliged, naturally. Ben got some enchiladas and we stuffed ourselves silly. To say the fajitas were good would be an understatement. I was so upset that I couldn't finish them, but it was probably about 50 lbs. of chicken, so I didn't want to take any chances turning the end of this Saturday into a visit to the emergency room because I would have had to roll myself out of the restaurant if I had eaten any more.So if you're in the Dallas area, stop in at Uncle Julio's. It was THAT good. I think its going to be my ONLY stop in Dallas for Mexican food from now on...Sorry Chuy's, there's a new kid in town.
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