Wednesday, July 22, 2009

No! No Quiero!

Alas, Gidget the Taco Bell dog has died :( She was 15 years old and died of a stroke.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

What exactly is this?

While walking to a derm appointment I managed walk behind this. It wasn't so much a mullet, as it was 2 hair styles. It was like a short, mom-like blonde bob and then long straight dark hair underneath. I won't judge because I did have that incident in the 6th grade when I may or may not have shaved the underneath of my hair. Let's not get into that, its still a sore subject. But I've grown, and I learned that that was not appropriate. This chick was in her 20's and should know better.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Chupa Chups!

Whatever happened to Chupa Chups?! I never see them anymore and I LOVE them. I would always get the Ice Cream flavors because I was hardcore like that. I hope that they're still around. 

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Alice in Wonderland

Is it weird that I'm beyond excited for Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland? While I'm not the biggest Tim Burton fan (Nightmare Before Christmas still gives me nightmares...) I think that he'll do an awesome job on this movie. I've always been a fan of this book and I like many quotes from it, and I love the Cheshire Cat for some reason. I had a poster that was this conversation that I like between Alice and the Cheshire cat. 

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. 
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." 
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. 
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." 
Alice went on, "Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat. 
"I don't much care where--" said Alice. 
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat. 
"--so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation. 
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Random thoughts...

So these are the things that I've been thinking about lately.

I hate it when people laugh, while they're saying something not funny. Not like tell a joke and laugh at themselves. I'm talking about those who are like:
"Well the tooohoohoootal bill comes tooohoohooho twenty fihihive sixty sevenneh" chuckling all the while. Its weird...I can't get a feel for you if you're doing that. 

So yesterday while I was walking Mini, I saw a Mexican family (mom, dad and maybe 4 year old boy) digging through all of the garbage and recycling bins looking for cans in the alley. I felt awful. I smiled at the dad and then went into my apt to stare out the window at them. I debated what I should do. My immediate reaction was to go through our recycling in the kitchen and bring them out the cans, and also give them like a $20. Then I debated if that would offend them? All I know is if someone offered me $20- I would snatch it and run. The first predicament that I ran into was the fact that we maybe had 3 cans... not very impressive. Secondly, I rarely have $20 on me and I was lucky to find a whopping $4 in my wallet. So then I did nothing. I figured $4 and 3 soda cans weren't exactly on the same level as say, an Extreme Home Makeover...but at least I had thought about it. 

Did anyone watch the Obsessed with the lady who kept her MISCARRIAGE in the freezer for 7 years? I KNOW! I am still having nightmares. That is if I sleep...lately I've been staying up past midnight watching Tori and Dean on Oxygen. Someone may need to have an intervention soon.

So I tried Pilates today for the first time ever! Once I got over laughing about the girl breathing heavily besides me, it was actually interesting. I think if I stuck with it, that I could improve my posture which is delightful. And maybe, just maybe, tone up a little bit.

That is all...for now.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

I do not enjoy...

...The Neelys. I spend most of my weekends watching the Food Channel and fantasizing about one day being able to create something more than Mac and Cheese. 
I love Ina Garten, her soothing voice makes me just want to curl up in her bosom and take a nap. While most people don't like Giada de Laurentiis, I love her. I even love her giant teeth and can overlook the fact that she has to pronounce certain items in Italian: "I will now grate some fresh PARMAGIANNNNAA onto the PAAASTA." 

I don't like Rachael Ray...but then again, who does? I had an ex who was obsessed with Good Eats, so I watched enough Alton Brown to ruin me for a while. Sandra Lee is too put together and I don't trust anyone who can change their entire kitchen decor to suit the theme of the show.

Now the Neelys blatant display of their affection is just too much for me to bear. "Ohhh baby pass me the pepper...you know how I like my pepper!" "Oooo girl I know how you like your pepper, gimme some love, baby." Just stop. 

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Mini's Over It

Don't you love his new summer haircut? He enjoys it, minus the fact that some kind of bug has bit him all over his neck. So he's been itching non stop for a couple weeks. Tomorrow, its back to the vet for the second time. There's nothing I like more than throwing money to the wind!

I think I have a nickname problem. Its always been a family joke that I have a million nicknames for pets and sometimes people. I have NO reasoning behind half of the names. Poor Bruiser barely knows his actual name because of this. I fear for my future children. So far these are a handful of names that I have called Bruiser:

-Meaty Mouf (he used to eat wet food and got it all over his whiskers)
-Mini Man/Mr. Man, which is basically Mini to Min, which turned into Da Mini and Das Mini...?
-Chicken (Eileen calls him that)
-Kitten (Carrie calls him that)
-Mister Peepers
-Nugget, to Nuggs
-Boo
-Love Lamb
-Fu Manchu (he has one)
-Sniggity (he had snaggle teeth for a bit)
-Mr. Halitosis (self explanatory)
-Sweet Man
-Baby Face Jackson (Michael may have started this one)

I can't even remember all of the ridiculous nicknames he's had. I know...its a serious problem.