Monday, March 31, 2008
Have a great Monday all!
Friday, March 28, 2008
- Clean up clutter
- Balance checkbook
I don’t know why I think weekends are these huge blackholes in time where I can accomplish so much in two days. Then I get so bummed when I get, like, 10% of it done. Like this weekend, I’ll probably install TurboTax on the computer, work up a sweat doing laundry, put dishes in the dishwasher, and find the checkbook. If I down some Red Bull, maybe I’ll even pack that skeleton on the porch and put it into the garage. Or should I just leave it? Halloween, after all, is merely 7 months away…
Another observation, totally unrelated: About 10 years ago, I used to get Bill Pullman and Bill Paxton mixed up all the time. Also Dylan McDermott and Dermot Mulroney. You know who I’m starting to get mixed up? Justin Timberlake and Ryan Phillippe. Anybody else? Or have I just earned my membership into the Crabby Old Fart Club? That new movie they’re promoting—StopLoss. Who is that? JT or RP? Who is that in the Pepsi Commercial? RP or JT? Who is the one who moved from a long term relationship and is now with a younger, and oh-so-less-uptight, version of their former partner? Wait…oh right, that’s both of them.
Is that the sound of my Vice President nameplate going up at the Club?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Anyhoo, I made myself a ridiculous To Do list for this weekend, which includes putting away that Halloween skeleton that's lounging on my porch. Maybe I should do some horrifying before and after shots...
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
If you dig paper crafting, this magazine is full of great ideas. Love it. One of the things that was great was the huge editorial content. I'm sure that won't last long as this magazine becomes more popular and gets more ads. I really enjoyed going through each page--it makes me to want to throw some sort of party.
I have to confess that when Susan dropped it off she must have been totally mortified that I still had Halloween decorations (yes, I said Halloween) and the extension cord for the holiday lights on porch limbo (taken down but not fully put away in the garage).
Do you ever do that? Let things slide and then suddenly look at things with a possible guest's eyes and get totally repulsed at what you see? Say, like a bathroom sink you've let go for a while and then you suddenly look at it and think, hey who got wasted on toothpaste and hair and threw up in my sink? I'm looking at everything now and I've renewed my resolve to clean up. Especially the clutter. Okay, it's official. I'm attacking it this weekend.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
My other talent? Love a good deal. Almost to a fault. Like the times I buy those Value Stacks of Scrapbook paper…a LOT. I’d say to bury me with it, but there’d be no room in the coffin for me.
Week 11’s prompt was Habit. I thought about the habits I have so far (e.g., check gmail before work every day) but I really thought about habits I wanted to have like exercising and crafting regularly. And more importantly, connecting with people more regularly—and I don’t mean electronically, I mean live! Sigh. Someday.
Week 12’s prompt was Luck. I have no luck in Vegas or Lotto, but I have to say, that I’m very lucky that I’ve met so many good people in my life. Seriously, I couldn’t be much wealthier when it comes to good peeps. Besides my family, I’ve met people who have impacted me with their kindness, sharpness, and insight. Some people have struck me in passing as kind strangers and some for much longer as good friends. Believe me, I’ve also met plenty of top tier A-holes too but the positive effect of the good folks really outweigh the jerks. But maybe my luck is turning--I did recently win an RAK on Susan’s blog! My guilty pleasure is magazines so I’m thrilled to have won a copy of Home and Heart magazine from her. Maybe it’s time to buy a lottery ticket…
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
This is Blaze, we're following Dolly:
Do you see her pretty face? No? That's because Blaze would gallop into Dolly's rear end if she could. The trail guide kept telling me that Blaze should be giving Dolly more space. But I could only get Blaze to stop or go. Nothing in between. The only time she gave Dolly room was when Dolly dumped a load of horse poop or poured out a gallon of urine. Frankly, it was a nice alternative to me anxiously murmuring, easy Blaze, give a little room, now, to no avail.
Fortunately, Velina enjoyed the riding. Made the gluteal bone loss worth it.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Maybe I’d enjoy running if those two purses would stop bumping me when I ran. Oh wait...those aren’t purses...those are my own a$$ cheeks.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
In some ways, I'm the same way in that I'd like to think I can smell a fad and sophisticatedly sidestep it like dog poop on the sidewalk. I avoided neon shirts, stir-up pants, bubble skirts, and that annoying Matthew Wilder song, "Break My Stride". I fared less successfully with perms, a "Tin Grins are In" t-shirt, and "Come on Eileen" (so darn catchy!). I'd like to think nowadays that there is something for everyone...so no judgments from me if you bought that entire Crash Test Dummies album.
In crafting I know trees and owls are all the rage now, but these stamps from Hero Arts really speak to me:
Or maybe I'm just a Nora groupie.
I know, owls border on being soooo 2007. (Shout out to Cheryl who appreciated use of the owl stamps on the blank tickets yesterday.) Anyhoo, I loved playing with my new loot, including...the Bind It All. I tested it out by putting together this quick mini album, made from 4x6 photo graphs and patterned paper and cardstock cut to size:
Here's a quick page inside with one of my favorite Dymo labelers: vertical.
I think I'm digging this new gear. Anything popular now that's speaking to you?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I also included the only bit of advice I tend to give out--follow your instincts. I think at the heart of most situations we know what we should do but we may try to convince ourselves of a different action. For example, a recent one for me was whether or not to finish off a whole box of Girl Scout cookies. I barely followed my own advice on that one. I didn't say it was easy!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Linda tagged me to reveal 7 things about myself:
1) I was captain of the Math Team of my high school. You heard me. Captain. In fact, I received a varsity letter for it.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Sigh. No, sweetie, it’s because it was one of the most unrealistic scenes ever played in this or any other movie. More unrealistic than riding on the back of an escaped cheetah? More unrealistic than having your car towed by a guy named “Freakshow” and then get propositioned by his amorous centerfold of a wife? More unrealistic than Neil Patrick Harris stealing your car…and then returning it? Yes, yes, and yes.
I have yet to meet an adult woman who doesn’t covet privacy and anonymity when busting a move in the bathroom. Now I’m not talking about the huge restrooms at the airport, stadium, or movieplex where there is constant commotion. I’m talking about places like restaurants and offices: quiet restrooms where there are two to four stalls and it would take total deafness to not know what someone is doing. In talking to other women, I’ve confirmed all the various ways we try to hide any auditory evidence of our business (besides praying that we’ll have the ladies room all to ourselves): we’ll cough, ahem-ahem, spin a hopefully squeaky toilet tissue dispenser, shuffle our shoes, fiddle noisily with the seat cover dispenser, mutter to ourselves, anything to mask any aural proof of what we’re doing.
When I went to Tokyo last winter the ladies room stalls have a button that just makes a flushing noise—legend is that they were installed to save water as ladies were actually flushing water to disguise any noises. I bet that would be a big hit here.
When I talk to men about it, they’re bewildered. What? they say. That’s ridiculous. As if someone is going to walk in there and sniff, “Heeeyyyyy…who had the nerve to take a dump in here?” And I don’t have an answer. I admit I’m a little jealous with their comfort level.
I’ve seen men tuck a newspaper, a magazine, a paperback, even a writing pad (!) under their arm as they head into the rest room. Seriously, it’s like waving their arms in the air and yell, hey, I’m going to lay some cable and I’m taking the sports section! I’ve even heard they talk to each other when they’re in the stalls, like they’re not self-conscious at all. Whoa, did I have a burning tire for lunch?…I should know by now that spicy food totally gives me the squirts. My understanding is that executing their business a stall away from another person is no big deal. Hey is the post office delivering tomorrow? No? But Fedex and UPS still are, right?
I hear there is a sequel to Harold and Kumar coming out soon. I wonder what ker-razy concept they’re going to put into that one.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
When I think back on Old Me, I marvel at how much of my time I spent doing these various rallies and protests. Now with a husband and daughter my efforts are toned down to annual TeamWalk fundraisers, petitions, and donations. I like to think I'm still encouraging progress and changes but at times I feel overwhelmed by all the greedy machinations and suffering in the world. I try to think what I could do to be a part of the solution. Sadly, sometimes I feel too tired and jaded to save the world. But in the end, I know I can't stop trying to make a difference.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Now bearing in mind I want to work the opposite, what do I have to do to get Carl’s Jr. to cancel those Chili Cheeseburgers ads? I am the biggest UnFan. It’s the one where a couple are sitting eating their Chili Cheese Burgers and the woman looks up and says, uh, you’ve a little over here (indicating her face). You hear his attempts, did I get it? did I get it? and then it's revealed he has a full-on beard of chili on his face.
That's my response, except there's no laughter, just straight to the vomiting.
The paradox of their discussion on their attendance of a black-tie event and his face of chili is not lost on me. I believe it was supposed to enhance the humor. Too bad I was busy trying to scrub my brain of the final image and muttering it's just a commercial, it's just a commercial.
Seriously, chili? Anything saucy with chunks of anything is going to look gross applied to the face. Remember that weird cookie pizza ad where the dad incrementally grew a crushed Oreo beard on his face as the conversation wore on? I was busy shuddering from the creeps on that one. I mean chili-face and cookie beard are glazed looks and raised arms away from being monster zombies in anyone's nightmare.
Maybe I can start a campaign and mail Carl's Jr what, chili? my vomit? the rest of a zombie costume?
How do I make the horror stop?
Monday, March 3, 2008
The other Middleweight story could have been a tear-filled comeback story. Evan Tanner coming back into the ring two years after purging some alcholic devil inside. Unfortunately, he had to fight Yushin Okami who had too many sweet punches, kicks, and that final knee that KO'd Tanner and his great comeback story, which I, underdog-rooter that I am, was hoping for. Buzz is that Okami may be next in line for Anderson Silva...
The Welterweight fight between Jon Fitch and Chris Wilson--Jon Fitch continued his undefeated record in UFC fights with a unanimous decision. What I wouldn't give for him to stop with that stupid "grr! face" he makes to the camera. I do have to say that Wilson was technically amazing with his defense--he avoided takedowns and chokes like he was reading Fitch's mind. Unfortunately his offense wasn't nearly on par with his defense, save for that last triangle which was too little, too late.
And finally, the surprise of the night--Heath Herring winning (by split decision) over Cheick Kongo. Herring had the best entrance music (Ennio Morricone's The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly theme) and the worst hair (semi-mohawk with stars stencil-shaved into the sides). Herring was expecting a slugfest but was surprised by Kongo's ground game. Both managed to have some ooo and aah moments but Herring eked out a split decision win.
The title fight between Anderson Silva and Dan Henderson: that fight went as expected with Silva submitting Henderson. Though a lot of us were rooting for Hendo, as he's symbolic for that toughness of age and experience and frankly, he's great. The predictions were even-keeled though I'm sure it would have been bigger news if Henderson won that fight.
Also Paul thought Dan Henderson had the best entrance music with Red Rider's Lunatic Fringe from...anybody? anybody? VisionQuest. Oh yes, that gem of a wrestling movie with Matthew Modine and Linda Fiorentino as the girl from Trenton, NJ. Trenton's in the house!