Sunday, October 31, 2004

The Missing Year

Has everyone seen those billboards for some bank, where it's a row of pictures of someone very young, and then the last picture is of that person in his or her advanced years, and it says, "Life comes at you fast"? Generally I don't believe all the advertising I see (unless it purports to make me look younger and/or skinnier, then I'm all ears and such a sucker), but that ad could not be more true.

It's nothing new to have the realization that time disappears pretty quickly, but every once in a while it really hits you like a Mack truck. Today, for example, I made a list of movies and books I read in the last year (or rather, the ones I can actually recall) for this blog's sidebar, and I realized that at first I had typed 2003. It looked odd and I thought, "2003? It's still 2003?" and was just about to confirm in my own mind that it was indeed 2003 and move on when I realized, "No. Holy crap. It's 2004. When did that happen?"

I mean, has it been 2004 all along? Did we skip 2003? Does anyone have any recollection?!? I don't know about the rest of you, but as I get older, things seem to blur together more and more. That movie we saw 2 years ago feels like it came out this summer. And I still can't believe, no matter how hard I try, that it's been something like 6 years since I moved away from home.

And while we're on the subject, 2004 seemed to move pretty quickly too. Sure, it was a productive year, chock-full of weddings, house buying, burrito eating and world traveling. But at this rate, I'll be hobbling around with a walker by next week!

Saturday, October 30, 2004

Boo Humbug

I'm going to come out of the closet and officially announce it: I don't like Halloween. In fact, I kind of hate it. People recoil in horror when you tell them that, like I said I don't turn off the power when I play with the electricity or something.

There is only one thing I really really really like about Halloween: the candy. But even that's more of a love/hate relationship because of the whole cavity/fatness factor when you consume it by the truckload.

I hate the songs. They bring out the grouch in me, big time. Monster Mash. The Addams Family Theme. They were playing this stuff at my gym this morning. Who works out to Monster Mash voluntarily? That is just so damn weird.

The costumes are annoying too. If I'm forced to wear one, going as a bunny is a good fallback. Just wear some black, slap on a tail and some ears and you're set. It keeps the embarrassment to a minimum, and you still more or less look like yourself. Which I get is not the point, but it is for me! And talking to people in masks or extreme makeup is really unnerving.

The thing I hate the most is the trick-or-treaters we get. Oh, you think we get a bunch of cute little kids dressed like pumpkins, don't you? Then you must not know that we live in the city, and the families with cute little kids have defected to suburbia. What you get in the city limits is a bunch of teenagers wearing jeans and t-shirts with skeletons on them demanding candy. And you feel pretty much held hostage by their outstretched hands, because if you refuse to give them candy, you can pretty much guarantee an egg-coated house by sun-up. One year when I gave a kid, er, boy way too old to be trick-or-treating, some candy, he had the nerve to ask for more.

And then we ran out of candy that same year. I swear I did not eat it all. Maybe I did. Who knows. Mr. Nabbalicious had to run to the convenience store nearby to pick up more because, again, that egg-coated house threat looming.

The only thing I really like about Halloween is the day after, because that, to me, is when the holiday fun really gets going.

Ah! That was freeing, and it was cheaper than therapy, too.

Friday, October 29, 2004

She's Not Long For This World

Y'all have Courtney Love in your Ghoul Pools, right? She's been getting scary for awhile now. Just in time for Halloween, I suppose! Whenever I hear "She's Got a Problem" by Fountains of Wayne, I can't help but think of her. Posted by Hello

Warning: Old Lady Ahead

Some high school around here has an affiliation with my gym I haven't quite figured out yet. But the result is that every weekday from 3 to 4 p.m., they bring in a parade of poorly behaved students who pretty much take over the entire joint. Thankfully, they more or less stick to the treadmills, which happens to be the one machine I don't particularly care for.

Obviously, I am a person who can get behind someone being physically fit and exercising on occasion. But I'm sorry, did I miss something? You have to pay your dues in high school P.E. class, and those dues didn't include fancy gyms, from what I remember.

Those dues DID include running in circles on a track until you dropped dead out of sheer boredom. Those dues also include weight rooms full of sketchy, torn, barely recognizable equipment. Those dues also include horribly unflattering "one size fits the most popular pretty girl and the rest of you have to stuff yourselves into them and we don't care if the elastic is cutting off your circulation" P.E. outfits (in Junior High, ours were short red shorts and a gray t-shirt with "Kennedy Cougars" splattered across the front. Tres chic, I'm telling you.). And let's not forget bruises from dodgeball.

Go ahead and say it with me in your best cranky old lady voice: "Why, back in my day!"

If I, and countless others, have had to suffer, I want to see future generations suffering too. These kids are living the life, walking on nice treadmills and watching Dr. Phil and CNN and ESPN. Kids today! They'll never know hardship or humiliation! It's the stuff that builds character!

I need to go clean my dentures and take my arthritis medicine now.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

It Finally Works!

Here's the proof. As it happens, the wire stripping (or, uh, lack thereof) was the culprit. Yay!

Rockstar Freelance Electrician, at your service. Posted by Hello

The New Table

Ta-da! Here it is, and there I am, washing down a fake meal. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

I Am A Dork. Or, Why I Should Leave This Stuff to the Experts

Today, I decided, was going to be the day I hang that chandelier. Remember the one? From the first post ever? It's been sitting in its box ever since then. I was stalling mostly out of fear of getting electrocuted. Yes, even though the main was shut off. I'm irrational like that. I also never stick my hand near the garbage disposal, even when my hand is nowhere near the on switch, because what if it spontaneously turns itself on and I have my hand ground to bitty bits? It could happen!

So, I went off to Lowe's and got some materials. A hefty set of pliers, wire cutters, wire connectors, circuit tester, garbage bags, Glade Plug-Ins in delcious apple cinnamon and vanilla scents. Oh, those weren't for the project. I just got distracted while I was there. Aside from that, I thought to myself, "Mrs. Nabbalicious, you're doing well so far!" The only thing I had to ask for help in finding were the pliers, of all things.

On the way home, I stopped at the gym and took a step class. Yeah, totally stalling.

When I got home, I began to set up. Took out the ladder, assembled the circuit tester and made sure it works and played with it for 5 minutes, because it's really cool! Also, Nabby tilted her head in the cute way she does whenever it beeped, and that never gets old. Finally, I was ready to hang the Scary Chandelier O' Doom.

I took down the old ceiling fan and looked at the wires I managed to get everything pretty much into place and screwed onto the crossbar and all that stuff. But the wires, I was saving for last, mostly because I had no idea what to do. The instructions made my head hurt. "Connect ground wire b to something wire a, then connect other wire to this wire which doesn't exist and we're totally messing with you and just want to make you cry and blah blah wire wire wire be careful not to blow yourself up."

On Mr. "I'm Not a Handyman" Nabbalicious's suggestion, I called the electrical department at Lowe's. I felt bad for thinking they'd be snotty to me and tell me I needed to hire someone to come out and look, because the guy who helped explain what goes where couldn't have been nicer or more helpful and he didn't treat me like a stupid woman. Thanks, Lowe's guy! Ten minutes after that phone call, everything was set. As I walked to the box outside, I was thinking how much I rocked and how I could freelance as a light fixture hanger for people who can't be bothered to learn about different wires and would rather just hire someone to do it who wouldn't rip them off like an electrician would. Oh yeah, electricians, we are totally onto you.

I got back in the house and Mr. Nabbalicious was flipping the switch saying, "It doesn't work."


I fiddled with a couple wires, made sure they were really in there. Tried again. Nothing.

I hopped onto the computer to whine to Jasclo. She passed the word to a colleague who has experience hanging light fixtures. He wrote back with some helpful hints, which by the time I read, it was a little too dark to go back and play with the light. I decided to deal with it tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I thought of other things I might have done wrong. I wrote to Jasclo, "Should I have stripped the wires?" Uh, as it turns out, yeah. I didn't strip the freaking wires. What's wrong with me? But you know why I didn't do it? Because the instructions didn't say to, and as I said to Jasclo, when it comes to electricity, I'm sticking to the instructions.

I guess my career as Rockstar Freelance Electrician has been put on the back burner.

Monday, October 25, 2004

To Do: Write An Ode To Lists

I've said it before: lists rock my world. So, when the NYT Magazine wrote a story about this site, I had to run over and have a look. An entire site full of grocery lists (one amusing one pictured above)? It's almost ridiculous, if it weren't so weirdly addictive.

There are some sloppy people out there. Lists deserve respect. They should be written on neat paper! In nice penmanship! With items neatly checked off as they are completed!

I don't know when my obsession with lists started. As long as I can remember, I've kept them and loved them. If there is a list in a magazine, I will buy it. If I think of something I can list (remember that time I made a list of all the coupons I had, mom? That was a little scary.), I'll list it. When I was a sophomore in college, I even sat down and mapped out my entire college career. I made a list of every class I needed to take and when. Thanks to my little hearing problem, I was classified as a disabled student and got priority registration. But really, I owe it all to lists. Thanks, lists!

But how did this guy manage to find the lists that he actually found (I'm not talking about the ones that were sent in)? I've never seen a grocery list authored by anyone other than yours truly in my life. And sometimes the anal rententiveness of my lists embarrasses me so much, I wouldn't leave them in a cart to be found by a stranger. Who cares if he/she doesn't know me from Adam? Although, I did once find someone's daybook abandoned in a park, and it had a list of her goals in it. Among them: "Stop smoking" and "Stop hanging around with Adrian." With any luck, she isn't as dependent on lists as I am, and remembered to accomplish these things anyway. A friend of mine once found her ex-boyfriend's to do list and he had made a note to himself to break up with her amidst all the other mundane tasks he set out to do that particular day. She found it in time and cut him off at the pass, though.

So where was I? Lists. Ahhhh. Yum. Posted by Hello

Sunday, October 24, 2004

I Was Told I Could Listen to the Radio At a Reasonable Volume While I was Collating

When you meet a new person, you could go through the whole "getting to know you" thing. That can last weeks or even months before this person morphs into a friend or your mortal enemy, depending on what you learn. Or you could save some time and do what I (and countless others, including Jasclo) do: loan them your copy of Office Space. It's the ultimate compatibility test. After loaning the movie to a few people and discovering that a couple of them didn't like it, I realized that I thought a little less of them. It's nothing I'll hate someone over, but chances are we're not going out for drinks anytime soon, either. If they can't quote Milton or Lumbergh, what fun are they, really?

This only came about after Mr. Nabbalicious and I saw the movie the first time. I have friends who I'm not even sure have seen the movie, much less liked it. They're grandfathered in to the Office Space Clause. Family is exempt because generally you have to love them no matter what, although Mom and Stepdad are big fans of the movie (it's in the genes, I'm telling you!). But new people I meet get the litmus test sooner or later. I usually quote a line from it ("I could set this building on fire" "I could put strychnine in the margaritas"). If they recognize it, yay! New friend. If not, I force my copy of the movie on them. Potential new friends have all passed. In fact, most of my department at work has seen it and we quote from it regularly.

That's not my only test, though. The other, less frequently used one is Singles, Cameron Crowe's love letter to the Seattle grunge scene and twentysomething life in the early '90s. As I get older and have more adult responsibilities and worries and am no longer twentysomething, I guess the movie becomes a little less relevant to my current state. But whenever I watch it these days, it still makes that time in my life when it was very relevant seem like it was just the other day. For that, I will always love it. There was a time when you could name a scene, and I could recite the dialogue back to you. I love it that much!

This became the boyfriend litmus test after I showed it to a jerk I dated years ago who didn't like it. We watched the movie, and he didn't laugh once. I realized I could never, ever date a guy who didn't think this movie was funny or true. Me and the Jerk were doomed. Oh, we were doomed for a million other reasons, but his hatred of Singles was the nail in the coffin and I kicked his butt to the curb. There are just some things you can't abide by.

It was fortunate that not only had Mr. Nabbalicious already seen it before we met, but he had his own copy! How's that for a match made in heaven? Posted by Hello

Saturday, October 23, 2004

New, new, new

When we moved, we dumped a bunch of old furniture. One of the items, which went to Goodwill, was an oval table. The seats of two chairs were cracked, the backs of one or two were coming apart, and the top of the table was warped because Mr. Nabbalicious and I *ahem* once left some fruit on it for a little too long. Hey! We're busy! We have lives! Who has time to clean up fruit?

Anyway, thanks to the help of Super Friend Jasclo and their pickup truck, we now have a new table! Brand new, never used, no warping from fruit, chairs eminently sit-on-able.

An aside: the pickup truck reminded me of a bumper sticker I saw awhile back that said: "Yes, this is my pickup truck. No, I won't help you move."

Stay tuned for pictures in a few days. Next up: area rug so table doesn't destroy the hardwood. Woo-hoo!

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Go Sox!

That's pretty funny to say, because I generally can't stand baseball. Except when viewing it live with a hot dog in one hand and a drink in the other. Even if said hot dog is more like a mini-weiner that cost $12 and the drink is some watered-down diet coke, it's still more fun than watching at home.

But this household is pretty excited about the Red Sox! Almost any sport can be made more enjoyable when history is being made. And they just killed the Yankees. I can get behind that any day! I hope they go on to win it all.

Speaking of sports, why is there no outrage in this country about the hockey lockout? Yeah, yeah. Because the U.S. hasn't fully caught on to the brilliance that is hockey. Mr. Nabbalicious and I had this conversation the other day:
Me: "Well, maybe we should just move to Canada."
Him: "There's no hockey there right now, either."
Me: "Yeah, but at least we'll be around people who are just as mad about that as we are!"

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Ahhh, What Could Have Been

How Past Girlfriends Could Have Changed History.

See, sometimes there are good reasons for nagging!

To Catch a Thief

Suspect Name: Nabby
Also answers to: Nabster, Booger, Bunnybutt
Eyes: Black and, in some light, brown
Hair: Red and White
Height: 14 inches
Length: 28 inches
Weight: 24 lbs
Sex: Female
Clothing: Red collar with tags, not much else
Other identifying features: black nose, stubby legs, no tail, off-center stripe running along snout, white eyelashes
Wanted For: Brazenly stealing a piece of sushi off her father's plate when he wasn't looking, as well as a Junior Mint while he was distracted by the BoSox game. Suspect has NO shame and will stop at nothing to get more food!
Warning: Suspect isn't armed and extremely dangerous, but can be quite cunning and charming! Don't fall for it. Suspect was last seen merrily licking her chops and prancing around without remorse. If you encounter a dog with unusually fresh breath resembling the suspect, do not attempt to subdue her or give her more treats. Call the authorities. Posted by Hello

Monday, October 18, 2004

Do You Have Sir Raleigh in a Can?

Whenever I'm a little bored or having a bad day, I just visit this site for some laughs. It's especially clever how this guy will state what the obvious prank is, and then turn it on its head. He's also brave. Check out the lid instructions prank. There is just no way. No way could I do that! I have to read it from behind my hands, like some comedy horror movie. It's brilliant.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Jingle Bells, Batman Smells

You might see over there on the left that today I am doing something called "Christmas Shopping." Yes, that's the same frenzied Christmas Shopping that normally takes place the day after Thanksgiving. The same one where people with crazed looks in their eyes flood every store, checkbooks in hand, desperation oozing from every pore as they a) try to find the best gift b) in the shortest amount of time c) before anyone else can get to it. There are fistfights, catfights, verbal sparring matches as grown adults get all crazy competitive with each other and try to rip one another's throats out for the very last Tickle Me Elmo EVER!! Ahhh, the Christmas spirit lives!

Yeah, that sounds like a riot, er, a lot of fun.

I tend to want to avoid all that. So I shop early. This year I got sidetracked because of the wedding, but normally I would have had roughly half my gifts bought by now. The deadline used to be Thanksgiving. Maybe it's just me, but last year it seemed like things started getting a little wild after Halloween. Are people catching on to my plan here? Perhaps I should have patented it.

So this year, and don't let the word get out - this is just between you and me, my deadline is Halloween. Just trying to stay a step or two ahead here, folks.

Most people think I'm insane, but I beg to differ. They're the ones who are nuts. It feels nice to have all the Christmas shopping done way before things start to get out of control so I can actually enjoy the holiday. It feels great when you find the absolute perfect gift for someone, and you don't have to kick anyone's ass to get it.

Sure, there are downsides. For one, a lot of stores don't have their Christmas sales before Halloween (although it seems like we're headed that way). I could probably save a little money, but you can't put a price on peace of mind. For two, I usually spot gifts that are even more perfect than the one I bought for someone. In that case, I make a note to myself to get it next year. Go ahead, laugh it up.

So between Thanksgiving and Christmas, if the urge strikes me to go to the mall, I can just step right over the screaming dogpile in the courtyard, inhale the scent of the 30-foot plastic tree and head on in to my favorite store, not worrying if I'll find the perfect gift, or if I'll find anything at all.

Now, don't you all go and move your deadlines up to before Halloween, because then I'll have no choice but to come after you.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Original Nabbalicious

I had briefly forgotten where I stored the pictures of Nabby as a puppy, which led to having to resort to stock art. But for your entertainment, here she is! That's her sister on the right. Man, we really wanted them both! Have you ever seen anything as cute as this? Of course you haven't! Posted by Hello

She still has the exact same face and her ears match her body a little more now. That expression has always been there...the one that says, "Do I have to listen to you? Exactly how important are you? Are you one of the decision makers when it comes to treats?" Posted by Hello

She slept a LOT as a puppy and these are probably the only pictures we'll ever have of her sleeping ever again. When anyone takes out a camera now, she starts to ham it up and press her wet nose against the lens. Posted by Hello

Nabby at the breeder's. Don't you just want to nibble on those stubby little legs?! Posted by Hello

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Remember that glorious day when Olestra was announced to the world? That was fun. Upon hearing that there now existed a substance that tasted and acted like fat -- except for fat's nasty habit of sticking to you -- millions pictured nightly feasts full of Olestra Hamburgers and Fries, with Olestra Chocolate dipped in Olestra Peanut Butter for dessert. And in the morning, you're still a size 4!

FDA approval for Olestra was given in 1996. We had to wait until 1998 to see this synthetic miracle put on store shelves.

After about 8 or so years, what have we got? Chips. Hey, don't get me wrong. Chips are great. It's nice to eat a whole bag of chips in one sitting and not feel too guilty. Oh, sure, there are some little side effects. I don't know about the rest of you, but that wasn't going to get me down if it meant I could stuff my face! I'm also living proof that if you eat Olestra often enough, over time, those little side effects completely disappear. It's called taking one for the team, folks.

But seriously...just chips? I had envisioned a future of grocery stores in which the shelves were stocked with regular food, right alongside Olestra food. Ebony and Ivory, living together in perfect harmony.

Instead, those lovely little Wow chips have gotten a bad rap, and now they're relegated to the bottom of the shelves in the chip aisle. Anyone up for picketing Frito Lay?

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

It's All Me!

Hooray! What you are looking at is my first print, produced sans supervision from my photo instructor. I did it all by myself: I created a test strip to find the proper exposure time and appropriate filter and used my new favorite darkroom tool -- the grain focuser -- to get it focused just perfectly. Voila! I am beaming with pride!

Also, if you looked at the photo album I put up a couple days ago, you'll notice this image is much higher quality than the ones in there. I'm just saying, it's proof that those images don't really look that bad, in case any of you were like, "Yeah, right. She's such a liar." I mean, sometimes I am, but that time I totally wasn't. Posted by Hello

The Competitive Spirit

I recently joined some sort of thingie called Fitlinxx. They have kiosks at selected workout facilities and you can access it online. The gist of it is, whenever you do a cardio or weight activity, you get points. You're also ranked among other members at your gym (in my case, the Y). Right now I am a lowly 703 among females, but hey! I just joined. Give me a break, huh? Anyway, I'm swiftly moving up the ladder. I like the competition aspect of it, as well as seeing my own stats improve. I want to see my name on that first list that pops up. The one with all the Top Ten chicks. The one where you don't have to scroll down to see my name. They'd better look out!

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Trip to California, Part Two

I have the photos I shot with my SLR at Glenn's wedding in my hands now. I'm excited at how they turned out! My professor said he liked a bunch of them too, which is huge. There's a slideshow on Ofoto, but be warned that on there, they look like a family-size platter of suck. I did what I could to them in Photoshop, but the fact is, I blew them up from tiny little proof sheets, so there's some blur. There's also a little dust/smudges on a few because of our filthy scanner, too.

BUT, if anyone sees any that they would like a copy of, let me know and I'll get pictures to you one way or another. In person, most of them are much, much sharper and clearer. Don't order these particular prints from Ofoto, because the quality won't be very good (that's not a slight toward Ofoto, but toward my own scanning ability).

Seeing these prints, though, makes me really, really want a digital SLR. I'm officially saving right now and hope to have one sometime next year.

Here are the pictures! Posted by Hello

Monday, October 11, 2004

Sadness, Happiness

Guess I'll get the sad news out of the way first: Christopher Reeve has died at the age of 52.
He was my first huge, huge, huge childhood crush. I used to write stories about him as Superman, starring me as Lois Lane, and in them he'd always kick Lex Luthor's butt and swoop me away from tall buildings. But I stopped writing those stories after my babysitter's son got ahold of one and read them aloud to the rest of the kids. Apparently, my stories weren't so much soaring, epic romances as they were comedies, judging by the roars they received. They were very quotable, too, with such gems as, "Superman, save me!" "Don't worry, Lois! I'm coming to save you now!" Thanks for that, Jeff, you jerk. Reeve did a lot for spinal cord research, and I'm sad that he died before he got a chance to walk again. It always seemed like he would do it. R.I.P. Superman.

The GOOD news is that Ned and Grady are officially in the hizzouse! Looks like Grandma won the name lottery with Ben and Jerry. Guess I'll have to save Balki and Bartokelmous for my own pups. Mom says the first night was peaceful and everyone is getting along famously. Woo-hoo! I cannot wait to get some doggie kisses from them!

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Heeeere, puppy puppy!

No, that isn't Nabby way back when. This is someone else's corgi puppy, and I dare you to tell me corgi puppies aren't the CUTEST puppies ever! Those giant ears! Those little, tiny legs!

Mr. Nabbalicious and I want to get another dog soon (I hope within the year!), and I'm drooling for another corgi. Posted by Hello

Friday, October 08, 2004

Posted by Hello

This is Ned and Grady, and they are the newest members of the pack at Mom and Eldon's house. Aren't they just the cutest? I have no idea which one is which, but that won't last long (my guess is that the light-faced one is Ned, the black one is Grady). Their names might be changed soon, however. Mom said stepbrother Jake suggested gangster names. I like Bugsy and Capone! Come on, Mom! My other name idea is a nod to "Perfect Strangers," the TV show we watched religiously in the '80s: Balki and Bartokelmous. You could call Bartokelmous "Bart" for short. You could also teach him to make bibbi babkas and do the Happy Dance. Grandma has suggested Ben and Jerry.

They are New Zealand Huntaways. Ned and Grady are 6-9 months old. Herding dogs are so fascinating -- corgis herd by nipping heels, Australian border collies herd with their eyes, and New Zealand Huntaways herd with their voice. How efficient! "Bah, Ram, Ewe!"

Welcome to the family, guys! Here are some pointers:

1) Listen to your older sister, Bailey. She knows what she's doing!
2) Except, when you're playing, try not to bite as hard as she does.
3) Aunt Heather is totally your FAVORITE. You will sleep in the bed with her when she visits.
4) Eldon doesn't like it when you sit on the couch, but you can do it when he's not looking.
5) Mom hides the treats in the jars on the counter, and in the pantry next to the stairs. You're welcome!

Posted by Hello

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Fuzzy Math

Here's what I don't get. Could someone explain this to me?

When I went to CA last week, mom and stepbrother Jake picked me up from the airport. Mom had sushi in the car, and I turned it down because it's not Core (as in Weight Watchers. Sure, I can have it, but I have to count the rice points and didn't feel like doing that (saving them all for candy corn, you see). Instead, we stop so I can get a seafood salad. Yum! That night, I had chicken fajitas the boring way that no one should ever have to eat them: no tortillas or guacamole. But dammit, I'm being good. This will pay off, oh yes! Also, I'm never good on vacation. EVER. I was determined to change all that. The next day I was OK. Snarfed down a bunch of candy corn, but otherwise ate well.

Thursday morning, mom and I go to Weight Watchers and I weigh in. Exactly how are my efforts rewarded? With a big fat gain of 1.8 lbs.

At that point, I decided hell, if I'm going to be good on vacation and gain 1.8 then I'm just going to be bad instead. So I was. May as well go out with a bang, right? I pumped myself full of sugar, liquor, tortilla chips, McDonald's and wedding cake for 4 days straight after the Weigh-In O' Disaster.

So, you're thinking I probably gained 20 lbs this week. But I didn't! I only gained .8. And I don't feel bad. It was totally fun.

But...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! I don't understand. Effort should be rewarded. Lack of effort should not. I know there's a metaphor for life in there somewhere and how sometimes we work hard and don't get what we want and blah blah blah lifeain'tfair, but we're talking weight loss. Simple biology. Good lord. I turned down SUSHI. And that, after being stuck on a plane for 5 hours where a meal cost $10 and I only had 2 apples to my name. No, I'm not bitter about that at all.

Anyway, I climbed back onto the wagon. I need to eat things other than tortilla chips and margaritas! I suppose.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Our House is a Very, Very, Very Fine House

Some people asked, and so they shall receive. And if you didn't ask, you're going to receive as well. I went crazy with the camera today and took a ton of pics of the house. Some rooms are messy. Some rooms still have boxes hanging around while I decide precisely what goes where. But you will get the general idea of what our house looks like with people living in it.

On with the show!

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Something I Love Way Too Much

Last night, while thumbing through an issue of the local weekly magazine out here, I came across a restaurant review. The headline mentioned "sloppy service" and my little black heart exploded with joy. "A bad restaurant review! SQUEEE!" and I snuggled just a little deeper under the covers and read it.

Bad restaurant reviews are the greatest. The meaner and snarkier, the better. I cannot help it.

Monday, October 04, 2004

I Am An Inspiration

You are Inspiration Soup!! You live to Inspire
those around you with your green beany, white
chunky, red soupy goodness. Many have come and
lit candles in your honor. You've inspired
them to become better people. Thank you,
Inspiration Soup... thank you.

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List Lovers, Unite

Arwen loves lists. And if you know me, you know I love lists more than anyone, ever. Arwen has put up another list on her blog and I stole it. Bold the movies you've seen, bold and italicize the ones you own, italicize the ones you've seen parts of and add 3 to the list.

01. Trainspotting
02. Shrek
03. M
04. Dogma
05. Strictly Ballroom
06. The Princess Bride
07. Love Actually
08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings
09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
11. Reservoir Dogs
12. Desperado
13. Swordfish
14. Kill Bill Vol. 1
15. Donnie Darko
16. Spirited Away
17. Better Than Sex
18. Sleepy Hollow
19. Pirates of the Caribbean
20. The Eye
21. Requiem for a Dream
22. Dawn of the Dead The original.
23. The Pillow Book
24. The Italian Job
25. The Goonies
26. Basketball
27. The Spice Girls Movie (Spice World)
28. Army of Darkness
29. The Color Purple
30. The Safety of Objects
31. Can't Hardly Wait
32. Mystic Pizza
33. Finding Nemo
34. Monsters Inc.
35. Circle of Friends
36. Mary Poppins
37. The Bourne Identity
38. Forrest Gump
39. A Clockwork Orange
40. Kindergarten Cop
41. On The Line
42. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
43. Final Destination
44. Sorority Boys
45. Urban Legend
46. Cheaper by the Dozen The original.
47. Fierce Creatures
48. Dude, Where's My Car
49. Ladyhawke
50. Ghostbusters
51. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
52. Back to the Future
53. An Affair To Remember
54. Somewhere In Time
55. North By Northwest
56. Moulin Rouge
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
58. The Wizard of Oz
59. Zoolander
60. A Walk to Remember
61. Chicago
62. Vanilla Sky
63. The Sweetest Thing
64. Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead
65. The Nightmare Before Christmas
66. Chasing Amy
67. Edward Scissorhands
68. Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert
69. Muriel's Wedding
70. Croupier
71. Blade Runner
72. Cruel Intentions
73. Ocean's Eleven
74. Magnolia
75. Fight Club
76. Beauty and The Beast
77. Much Ado About Nothing
78. Dirty Dancing
79. Gladiator
80. Ever After
81. Braveheart
82. What Lies Beneath
83. Regarding Henry
84. The Dark Crystal
85. Star Wars
86. The Birds
87. Beaches
88. Cujo
89. Maid In Manhattan (I'm so embarrassed.)
90. Labyrinth
91. Thoroughly Modern Millie
92. His Girl Friday
93. Chocolat
94. Independence Day
95. Singing in the Rain
96. Big Fish
97. The Thomas Crown Affair
98. The Matrix
99. Stargate
100. A Hard Day's Night
101. About A Boy
102. Jurassic Park
104. Dune
105. Help!
106. Grease
107. Newsies
108. Gone With The Wind
109. School of Rock
110. TOMMY
111. Yellow Submarine
112. From Hell
113. Benny & Joon
114. Amelie
115. Bridget Jones' Diary
116. Holy Grail (Monty Python)
117. Heavenly Creatures
118. All About Eve
119. The Outsiders
120. Airplane!
121. The Sorcerer
122. The Crying Game
123. Hedwig and the Angry Inch
124. Slap Her, She's French
125. Amadeus
126. Tommy Boy
127. Aladdin
128. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
129. Snatch
130. American History X
131. Jack and Sarah
132. Monkey Bone
133. Rocky Horror Picture Show
134. Kate and Leopold
135. Interview with the Vampire
136. Underworld
137. Truly, Madly, Deeply
138. *do not repeat*
139. Tank Girl
140. Boondock Saints
141. Blow Dry
142. Center Stage
143. Sound of Music
144. Ice Age
145. Wait Until Dark
146. The Professional (or Leon)
147. Milo and Otis
148. Krull
149. Mystery Men
150. Last of the Mohicans
151. 28 Days
152. Ghost In The Shell
153. Cheerleader Ninjas
154. Bull Durham
155. Office Space
156. Casablanca
157. Singles
158. Almost Famous
159. Heathers

The Dog Who Would Be Hypnotist

You can probably guess what the computer in front of me looks like, but have you ever seen the view to the right of the computer?? This is it. She stares. And stares. And she tries to hypnotize you into giving her food and/or playing with her ratty old stuffed dog. If she had opposable thumbs, she'd be swinging a watch back and forth saying, "You will give me treeeeats. You will feed me every 5 minutes..." Of course, she usually gets her way. Posted by Hello

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Trip to California, Part One

The miracle of digital photography has allowed to me post pictures of my visit to CA within hours of returning! Yahoo! The main reason for the trip was, of course, Glenn and Laura's fantabulous, wonderful wedding. Congratulations, you two! Their wedding was a blast, the ceremony was beautiful, the food was great and the dance floor was packed all night, as you'll see in the pictures. It was great visiting with family that we don't get to see much these days, too.

When I develop the film shots I took (probably in photo class sometime this week), I'll put those up as well. The film shots are among the first candid pictures I've taken where I actually kinda sorta know what I'm doing. Before, I was totally pretending and perhaps even fooled a couple people. Heh, heh.

Meanwhile, enjoy the pictures!
(Note: they are hosted on Ofoto, and you will probably have to sign in if you don't have an account. It's free, and I recommend doing it anyway, because it's where I'll be putting all my slideshows!)