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I had steak for breakfast.

It was awesome. Granted, it was leftovers from last nights dinner but the idea is still the same. Steak with green beans and mushrooms. Yum! An awesome start to a birthday.

Andy is determined to buy me something for my birthday but keeps getting irritated when I buy things that I’ve told him I want. For months I’d told him that I wanted the Berlitz Self Primer for Italian and then I bought it a few weeks ago. Along with a battery charger, two maxi dresses (a black one and a purple one since the teal was sold out of my size)(I don’t like wearing them in public though because my boobs are like HELLO LOOK AT US and try to greet strangers)(the dresses are totally comfortable though and I love to lounge around the house in them), some little moleskin notebooks I wanted for my language practice, and the spanish book I’ve been looking at. But these are all items I’ve been wanting for quite some time. I was just waiting on the funds.

The only two things I’ve wanted that I haven’t bought for myself (I ran out of spending money) were a beginners henna set and a proper coin skirt for my bellydancing (although I have been tempted to add a yoga mat to my list of things that I’d like). I’ve got my fingers crossed that he’s thinking of getting one of those for me. Likely he’s thought up something completely different though.

Hrm. I still haven’t stitched together my skirt but I am totally going to do it tonight. I think. =) And I plan on tea dying it since I gave away the tie dye mix we had to a friend for a birthday gift (worst idea ever since I’m pretty sure they threw it away). Tea dye info! Tie dye info!

Also, many thanks to my lovely parents for bringing me into this world twenty two years ago. I like to think you both did a good job. ;) You know, aside from all the waterboarding. But you can’t even tell now. *twitches*



tentative planning

Nine days until my birthday! Hurray!

I need to tell Andy not to worry about a cake and that I’m going to order one. I want a damn cookie cake and it seems that any time someone buys one for me, they get the wrong kind of frosting. Whipped icing is a fail. I’m ordering my cookie myself.

Would it be weird to order a cookie cake with a name different than yours on it? Because I’m thinking that I’d like “Happy Birthday Josephine”. Just think of all those letters of icing. =) Besides, I’ve always liked that name. And if I was a comic book character, I’d want the name Josephine Jones. And my hair would be like Anna Valerious’s in Val Helsing.

That’s not weird. Admit it, you’ve thought out an alternate character complete with hairstyle too.

I’m not sure what we’re actually going to do though. Maybe invite the relatives to hang out on the riverfront with us and eat cookie cake. Who knows, we may even splurge for pizza. It really depends. But I think that sounds really nice. I love any excuse to be by the water so add a cookie cake to the mix and you’ve got a really good evening.



A Letter to Erin

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eye of the tiger

Everyone has moments in their life that seem to justify everything. I had one such moment a few weeks ago when Andy and I went on our impromptu weekend trip to visit (and meet, in my case) some of his relatives who live about four to five hours away. We had a really enjoyable little visit, considering that it was a total of two days. But the best part of the whole thing happened on the first night after we’d finished eating dinner.

Jas was wandering around with her older cousins fawning over her right and left. From the moment she hopped out of her carseat earlier that day, she had everyone eating out of the palm of her hand and obeying her little commands. Special delivery! Pint sized blond dictator! Then she started pointing to the TV and saying ‘Lion’ indicating that she thought some entertainment was in store.

Her ever obliging uncle started leafing through the DVDs that they had available, none of them kids titles, and came upon the ingenious idea to pick an MGM movie because that has a lion at the very beginning. He spent about twenty minutes sorting through the movies with his girlfriend trying to find a movie with a lion. It’s a good thing that we weren’t near a cliff because if Jas had pointed to the edge and said ‘Jump’ I’m pretty sure that a few of her new found relatives would have lept at the chance to please her.

After a thorough investigation, her uncle proudly inserted the DVD into his monstrous flat screen tv. It had to be at least 60 inches wide. Everything looks lifesize or larger. I think we all know where this story is going. First, view the little video clip found on youtube of the MGM lion.

She climbed up into his girlfriends chair, nudging her out and settled in to watch the lion. Then the lion showed up on the screen and roared. The way her face went white and her eyes bugged out was something that I’m sure Looney Tunes has been trying to portray for more than fifty years. Instantly she started balling.

Imagine that on a big screen when you are maybe three feet tall.

Of course, Andy and me reacted quite differently to the situation. Watching her morph like that totally slayed us and we collapsed into severe laughter for several minutes. It’s one of those things that sounds kind of cruel, but really you had to be there. Our little prima donna got to watch her lion and I’m sure in the future she’ll be more careful what she wishes for. But really, you can’t buy humor like that. I remarked to everyone present that that exact moment made all those dirty diapers and late nights completely worth it. Debt repayed.

It’s one of those stories we’ve taken great joy in reenacting for our relatives who live here. Great joy. I have a feeling it’s going to be one of those moments prone to reenactments at all future holiday dinners.



as seen on tv

I grew up with Billy Mays taking over the airways at random times trying to sell his various cleaning products and even though I usually only watched his spiel once or twice before changing the channel, I always thought he was an upstanding guy and so I liked him. Honestly, of all the recent celebrity deaths, his makes me the saddest.

Billy Mays
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MJ may be the king of pop, but the only songs of his that I really liked were from his Jackson 5 era. I think we can all agree that Hollywood scrambled his brains and that he was actually quite lucky to make it this far in life. And I’m sure Farrah was an outstanding lady but she was before my time as was Mr McMahon. RIP, all of you.