I'm having a hard time recovering from my Thanksgiving break. Being the genius that I am, I stayed up late every night and slept in every morning during those days off. Now, I find myself wide awake at 1am, not able to fall asleep until sometime around 3am. When it's time to wake up and get ready for work, my best pal is the snooze button. But my best pal Snooze has a downside, and that is that I only leave myself about 15 minutes to get ready. Yesterday, I already knew I wanted to wear a button down shirt with a sweater. I pulled a black sweater on over a white button down, and immediately I noticed not one, not two, but three tiny holes in my sweater, highlighted by the white shirt underneath. It was too late to try and figure out something else to wear, so I shrugged and wore it anyhow. No one noticed the holes, or if they did, they didn't say anything. When I got home I carefully placed it in the mending pile (alright fine, I actually tossed it into the random pile of clothes in my room).
I'm starting to worry about my sweaters, because I just finished mending a brown one that was full of holes. I hope it's just from an evil washing machine, and that I don't have a rogue moth chewing through all my cashmere and woolen warm things. This morning I found out that the hole plague is not just confined to sweaters-- I pulled on my sock, and there's a hole in the toe. Come to think of it, I had a pair of socks on two days ago with a hole in the heel. When did all these holes happen? Are all my things that old or badly cared for? It's clear that this can only mean one thing: Winter Shopping Spree.
Holes
Song I Love
I'm listening to the Michael Medved show (talk radio), as I do every day, and today, before going to commercial, "Oh Yoko" has been being played. It's just 30 seconds or so, a part where it's just instruments, but it still makes me smile. I love, love, love that song, it never fails to make me happy.
W & W
President Bush's wax likeness is taking a thumpin' these days at Madame Tussaud's celebrity waxworks in Las Vegas. Bush's head suffered about $25,000 in damages when a Madame Tussaud's visitor attacked it the day before last week's elections.
"No one's pushed one over before," said Jack Taylor, spokesman for the tourist attraction.Bush has needed repairs a number of times, mostly from having his nose pinched, Taylor added.
"This was the most damage" to one of the wax figures, he said. "People are always touching them, but this was pretty rare." The wax creations cost between $200,000 and $250,000 to produce.
The back of Bush's head was damaged in the fall, "but he's been back on his feet for several days now," Taylor said.--Taken from Las Vegas Review Journal
Well, Whit and I liked the Dubya wax figure!:
And now I feel dumb
There is a creepy commerical out for PlayStation 3, with a baby that coos, then cries, then the tears get sucked back up and it sees fire. Everytime it has come on, I ask John "what the hell is that about?! It's creepy!" Well, I found out: PlayStation 3 is not for babies. So, the baby sees it, is excited, then finds out it's not for him, cries, then sees fire. Makes sense. Why didn't I get it before?
Gag
I really gotta stop buying bananas. For some reason, whenever I try to eat a banana of late, I gag. I know that I hate ripe bananas, so I always make sure to buy the kind that still have some green on the peel. But even those have been making my stomach sieze up and my throat spasm. It's something about the texture. I want the texture to be smooth, and sometimes one of the peel remnants (I call them "strings") is not smooth, and I think that is what makes me gag.
I really do enjoy banana flavor, though. Perhaps I will replace banana, the fruit variety, with banana flavored laffy taffy.
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Well, not really, but, Target has all the Christmas decor out already. And I almost bought a few things last night. I'm a sucker for pretty and sparkly. But I settled for making a mental list of what I must get. I think Kitty needs a stocking this year...
Way to sail over that shark
I don't know if any of you bothered to tune in to the Simpson's Halloween special on Sunday, Treehouse of Horror MMCCCLX, but if you did, you witnessed the sad spectacle of "The Day the Earth Looked Stupid", a transparent and lame attempt at parody.
The worst and thus most offensive part? It wasn't even funny.
Bob Barker retiring after 50 years on TV
My first word is retiring! Yes, you read that right, Bob Barker was my first word. Ask my mom. You know what I think of this?!:
http://www.ourmedia.org/node/117215
Ok, mostly this post was an excuse to use that noise again. Mostly.
John's favorite picture from the weekend
I guess this picture thinks it deserves a special post, because it refuses to load with the other ones.
A pirate and a professor went to a party...
I didn't think we were going out for Halloween this year (I feel kind of old to be hitting the town in a costume), but John decided at the last moment that we would, so, I had to be a pirate again, and John was Einstein/some kind of disheveled professor, with a sweet moustache.
We went to the same party we went to last year: the infamous "orgy" party (John is quite certain that right after we left last year, everyone there got naked). This party is in an artist's space/loft type thing, in Northeast Minneapolis. John's friend, Luis, is our hookup, as his sister knows the people that throw the party. The costumes last year were excellent, and the crowd is eclectic --lots of liberal art types; which was bad last year, because John wore a Dubya mask and some art jerks punched him in the face. What tolerant, accepting people, right? Also, last year, as the night lengthened, things started to get a bit, uh, free, so we decided it was time to go.
This year there was a really good Calypso/Caribbean band, an aerial scarf act, and much later a DJ. We shared a cab home with some silly girls, one of whom told John "I'll date you" and that he looked like James Blunt (HA! Big mistake, girl, as John does not like him, so no, you won't date him talking like that. Not to mention there's me. But I was in the back seat and couldn't hear what she was saying). Here are some pictures-- sadly, they are very dark, but John's came out good:
Aerial Performer
Professor John
Luis as a horse in a suit (and Maria, his sister is partially in the picture, too)
I have another picture to post, but for some reason it's not loading. Check back later...
I did not run off with this man:
John had a dream last night that I ran off with Joe Namath. And, he says that it wasn't even young Joe Namath, it was present day Joe Namath. He also asserts that I said I liked how Namath cuddled. Disturbing, yet, hilarious.
What kind of optimist are you?
Optimist
op·ti·mism
Pronunciation: 'äp-t&-"mi-z&m
Function: noun
Etymology: French optimisme, from Latin optimum, noun, best, from neuter of optimus best
1: an inclination to put the most favorable construction upon actions and events
2: to anticipate the best possible outcome
I am the first option. I think number 2 can lead to a lot of unfulfilled expectations, which in turn lead to disappointment and then unhappiness. But, if you don't expect the best, and try to take something good out of what does happen, well, what's bad about that?
Breakin' hearts all over the place
I broke my third heart last week-- I had to tell yet another woman that yes, Christian Bale is married. She was devasted. She said "I'd leave my husband for a chance with him!" Alas, he has expressed no such sentiment, and for the time being, is indeed married. To all the ladies reading this who didn't know-- your heart will heal.
the Hornball, er, Bachelor
Ok, I know this is a day later than usual, but as Kerri probably hasn't watched the episode on abc.com yet I don't feel too bad.
Since I have conflicting feelings about television-- I feel it's a colossal waste of time and I am 100% positive my time could be spent bettering myself in countless ways versus numbing my mind with vapid melodrama, yet, I enjoy the melodrama-- I have decided that I will only watch the few primetime shows that I regularly tune in to if I am watching them at the gym. This way, I can watch the show without feeling guilty, because I have simultaneously watched the vapid program and improved myself. So far, it's working out splendidly.
This past episode of the Bachelor we said goodbye to the Socialite (yessssss!), LOTMA girl who makes crazy faces, and Jamie, who was nice but oh, well. Lisa is really grating on my nerves, but I still think she has a shot to go all the way. She got the first kiss, and Lo seems completely enamored of her stupid Girl Next Door schtick. However, towards the end of the show there was a 20 minute throat exploration between Lo and Agnese, it was so gross. Lo is a hornball, as we see in the previews for the coming weeks, he engages in many more of these throat probes with a wide array of girls. I will have to avert my eyes quite a bit, as I find kissing hard to watch.
Faith
from the American Heritage Dictionary
1.Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea,or thing.
2.Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence.
I don't have all the answers, or know all the reasons; and I don't need to. Thank you, faith.
Maple Latte, or the Devil?
Don't let the white packaging fool you-- this latte is no angel. No, it is the devil, my friends. It's autumn themed flavor tempted me last night at 9:30, and I ordered a grande. Idiot. I was up ALL NIGHT. I fell asleep sometime around 530am, only to have the cat wake me up at least five times between 530am and 7am. I think I got an hour or two of solid sleep from 7am to 9am. And then I had to go to work. I have been dreaming of my bed all day long... Curse you Starbucks, with your delicious autumn flavors and pumpkin shaped cookies (I dipped the cookie in the maple latte-- so very tasty)!
