A horse with no name...
Saw the best thing ever yesterday while driving to my grandfather's for lunch with the family. A guy in a cowboy hat riding a horse through one of the busiest areas of town....talking on a cell phone. Is this his way of getting around the no-phone-use-while-driving law(which no one abides by anyway.)???
Pet peeve of the moment...current musical artists who think of themselves as punk rock who are anything but. Would a real punk guy ever be associated with a Disney channel princess or Lionel Richie's daughter? Would a real punk chick ever sing a song along the lines of Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend"? In fact, would she sing ANY of Avril Lavigne's songs? Probably not. A.L does get points in the plus category for spitting on photograpers earlier in the year though.
As much as it pains me to rip on Joel Madden for his choices in female companionship (I do love me some Good Charlotte), it is really very, very hard to take him seriously.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Excuse the scream...having to add on a little here.
Radio Ad Selling Guy (who I have yet to mention on this blog) was just here. Specifically to see me. Radio Ad Selling Guy came in about two months ago to...um...try to sell us adspace (no! really?) and since our initial encounter he pops up every two weeks or so to see me. I mean, to buy stuff for his kids. Saw him drive by this morning as i was dropping the kids at daycare. He said he thought he saw me and nearly wrecked looking around to see if it was me. Came into the store to see what I was wearing (in a strictly non-creepy sense, of course) to make sure it was me. Have plans to meet tomorrow morning, same time same place. He has the bluest eyes you have ever seen in your life. Feeling happy, crazy, infatuated and slightly dizzy at the thought/sight of him. I would most definitely love to be seen in public with him. Oh yes. I'd flaunt him all over freakin' creation. God. I am hormonal. And it's only the half moon. Lord knows what'll happen when it's full! Perhaps I should just hang a sign 'round my neck reading, "Open for business. Come on in."
Book the Eighth : Harry Potter and the Depressed Fans
Warning: If you have not read HP and the Deathly Hallows, and you don't want any spoilers, stop reading. Go no further. Halt. Etc, etc...
And why are the fans depressed you ask? Well, because there are no more books goddamnit!
Yes, I am one of those nutty crazy Potterfiles who camp out for the novels (well, not this year...couldn't very well take the two boys to the bookstore to wait it out could I?) and who see the movies opening day (well, not this year...). For those of you familiar with the series, you know that Snape kills Dumbledore at the end of the 6th year. Because I have an unhealthy obsession with the greasy haired potions master, I held onto the hope that he was still GOOD and acting on orders. Praise be to Rowling for rewarding my loyalty. I cried ridiculously after Voldemort set his snake on dear Severus, at the way his life was just thrown away, for no reason other than pure selfishness and greed (But what did we expect from He Who Must Not Be Named??).
The book was excellent. The death toll rose ever higher and many tears were shed by yours truly. Laugh all you like, but after investing (literally) years of my life in the story of a little boy who one day discovered he was a wizard, and after making friends and enemies with the characters bound between the pages, the deaths were not merely those of fictitious strangers, but deaths of people who had come alive since I began reading their story.
My love of Severus Snape redeemed, I fully enjoyed the epilogue to the novel. As Harry is putting his youngest son on the Hogwart's Express for the first time, the little boy is terrified of being sorted into Slytherin House. Harry looks into his eyes and says, "Albus Severus, you are named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin, and probably the bravest man I ever knew." If that isn't a fitting tribute to one of the most complex characters in modern fiction, I don't know what is. Well, at least, in my humble opinion.
In other Potter news, I FINALLY saw the Order of the Phoenix yesterday afternoon. Beautiful film, really lovely. Lots of discrepencies of course, but allowances have to be made. Really enjoyed the set design and direction. Lots of the jerky camera maneuvers so often seen in horror movies from the last ten years, but they were used in taste I think, and worked well. Very impressive attempt from a British director best know for his television work.
damn you, late shoppers
Store closes in 9 minutes. Why is it suddenly filled with customers?? I'm not kidding, three people just walked in. Wonder what they'd do if I locked them in and left.....
Did you know cats like to eat blueberry bagels?
I didn't. But they do. Well, at least they like to chew on them and use them as a make-shift hockey puck to chase around the kitchen. I got the boys replacement kitties. A boy and a girl, named Lily and Herman. They're all cute and kittenish...except at 2am when I'm desperately trying to sleep and they are tangling themselves up in my hair and chewing on it. Wow. It took writing the previous sentences for me to catch on to the fact that they just flat like to chew on things. Color me observant.
I'm in love with our UPS guy. We're getting married and having lots of little brown clad babies. What is it about the delivery guys, huh? How often do you hear that same comment out of people's mouths. "I'm in love with the UPS guy." He's in his mid-to-late thirties, tall, blond, tan, super friendly, and smells a little like cigarette smoke, which of course reminds me of smoking...which I miss, but I'm still not doing. (good for me, right? C'mon, someone cheer already!) Actually, I think I'm just hormonal. We've got a real-life diet coke commercial going on right outside our front store window. A bunch of guys repaving and reconstructing part of the furniture store and the parking lot. Very nice to look at, even though they are a bunch of assholes. Yesterday I was cleaning the outside of the windows so they're clean and shiny for our new window display and they were yelling suggestive comments in my direction.
My heart is a little bit broken b/c I have yet to see the new Harry Potter movie. It's the first one I've not seen on opening day. Very depressed about this. Trying to be all sad and pitiful about it so my mom will either a)watch the boys so I can go or b)make my brother watch them so she can go with me, and therefore PAY.
The boys started daycare on Tuesday. It's the one in town that's very hard to get into, but my MIL knows most of the people who work there, and pulled some strings. I'm telling you, if you need something done, just call MIL and she'll find a way to do it.
Well, should get back to work and eat some more amaretto milano cookies. Have a great day!
Am I the only one...
Who has noticed a strange phenomenon? In all of the pictures and ads for that Green concert thing (yes, I am uneducated about it. Sorry front page of MSN, sorry that I don't read all about it each day even though it is always a top story.) that feature John Mayer, he looks increasingly like Edward Scissorhands...only without the scissor hands of course...that'd make it a little hard to play the ol' guitar.
Finally, I can breathe
I have been ridiculously busy the last two weeks. Work is insane b/c it is officially back-to-school time, which means we have a store room full of bagged school purchase orders, new shipments arriving everyday, and the store front is full of teachers getting stuff for their classrooms.
L will turn 2 tomorrow, which I can hardly believe. He and X will share a party this year since the dates are so close (X will be 4 on 8/8). The party is 7/28 and X is less than thrilled about sharing the party. Not because of any jealousy issue, but b/c he does not want to share his cake. I'm glad to see he is following in my footsteps and knows that cake is the most important thing, and well worth being selfish over, lol.
MIL is taking the boys today to try and enroll in daycare/preschool. I'm so ready for them to get into a routine. This summer they've been shuffled between MIL and my little brother as far as babysitters go. I don't want a mess when school starts, so it's best to get them enrolled now.
My lawyer has the divorce on the court schedule for today, hoping the judge will set a finality date. This mess should have been final two months ago, but for someone who wanted out so badly, the ex is sure dragging his feet over this. I think I'll do the really white-trashy thing and throw a party the day we sign the final papers.
No wit or comedy today, folks. Have a good week!
listening vs. watching
As you may recall, I haven't had cable television for about three months now. And, as some of you may know, I'm addicted to tennis and this is the final week of Wimbledon. What's a girl to do? Listen to matches on internet radio while I'm supposed to be working of course. Currently there is a rain delay, so I'm no longer staring at the live point tracker on Wimbledon's website. I might not be able to watch the ball bouncing around on court, but I can watch the little animated one bop up and down to mark who is serving. I actually think listening to it is more stressful. You hear the crowd reacting, but can't see what's happening, you have to rely on the descriptions from the commentators. Edge of your seat stuff, LOL.
Looking forward to Wednesday when the boys and I will head over to MIL's for the holiday. Perhaps while everyone is outside enjoying sun, pool, and barbecue,I will be planted in front of ESPN.
It was my goal, post-divorce, to find a man who enjoyed tennis and baseball to the same degree as myself. HJ thinks tennis is boring, and is a Kansas City Royals fan. I suppose I can live with that, since another of my requirements was honesty, and he's chock full of that. Our relationship is very strange, which is probably due to the fact that we live 5 hours apart and rarely see each other face to face. I've never been less awkward around someone in my life. Really, there is zero awkwardness. I don't worry that what I say will be taken wrong, I don't worry if some days I'm too mushy-gushy and others I'm a little bitchy. He's not too embarrassed to admit he watched Days of Our Lives for two straight months just because a co-worker told him he looked like one of the actors on there, and he also knows I won't hang up on him when he calls me out for being egotistical. I don't know if we'll end up madly in love, best friends, neither, or both, but he's certainly good for me right now.
Enjoy the 4th everyone, whether it's a holiday for you or not.
