Yep, it's my bday. I get to take a practice multiple choice test all day. And then not have a party. And not get to see my family. And not get presents because I am really too old for that and I would rather do cool things than get presents (except that painting I asked aMOMymous for - it is rad). I have spent the last several birthdays vacationing in Las Vegas and San Diego and Scottsdale and having fabulous dinners and lots of family time, and I just realized I am grouchy because I really want to have dinner with my mom and dad and it isn't going to happen. And I want my birthday secret-recipe rum cake (ooh, maybe one is in the mail??) Sigh.
But I do get to be happy that Eddie and Finchy (or HASWOE, whichever) are moving here and eagerly await football (it isn't that far away) and all of the fun concerts I have planned to go to (instead of seeking gainful employment) and hang out with Murphy (who is being supremely awesome at the moment, so cute) and have more BBQs before the summer is out and go on vacation with my dad and finally run again now that my toe stitches are out. So I guess I don't get to be too grumpy just because my bday is going to be lame. But if YOU don't have to study for the bar tomorrow, go out and do something summery and fun. And if you are joining me for the lamest July 7th EVER, let's have drinks this weekend to make up for it. Yay.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Ooh Internets!
Yeah, I no longer have reliable internet in my apartment. And by that I mean that my friendly neighbor who used to have non-password protected interwebs now has some sort of uncrackable code and I may have to break down and actually pay for internet service but I kind of can't deal with that at the moment.
For those of you who participated in the Great Dress Debate (or whatever) - I wore the blue flower-y thing to the rehearsal dinner (even though Scuba Steve and I liked the other dress better) and the tan brunch dress to the brunch. I also wore cute heels to the brunch. Which was dumb, because I did this to my foot at the wedding:
Other than mutilating my tragic baby toe, I had a great time at the wedding festivities. Of course, Guy-I-sort-of-dated-and-who-moved-to-NY-without-really-telling-me (GISODAWMTNWRTM??) was hanging on his ex-serious-girlfriend the whole time and there were absolutely NO OTHER single people at the wedding, but I made the situation better by drinking several bottles of champagne and tearing off the top of my foot. And my speech was fabulous and I only cried at the end which made all of the other girls cry. And there was a dessert bar with "decorative" large sized creme brulees and I may have taken one back to my seat and devoured the whole thing but dammit I fit into my dress at that point so whatever, I deserved dessert. It was the perfect final distraction before this last month of bar review. So thanks for the votes, I will let you know when I get the stitches out (especially you Namby, who almost lost your breakfast at the sight of my mangled toe).
For those of you who participated in the Great Dress Debate (or whatever) - I wore the blue flower-y thing to the rehearsal dinner (even though Scuba Steve and I liked the other dress better) and the tan brunch dress to the brunch. I also wore cute heels to the brunch. Which was dumb, because I did this to my foot at the wedding:
Other than mutilating my tragic baby toe, I had a great time at the wedding festivities. Of course, Guy-I-sort-of-dated-and-who-moved-to-NY-without-really-telling-me (GISODAWMTNWRTM??) was hanging on his ex-serious-girlfriend the whole time and there were absolutely NO OTHER single people at the wedding, but I made the situation better by drinking several bottles of champagne and tearing off the top of my foot. And my speech was fabulous and I only cried at the end which made all of the other girls cry. And there was a dessert bar with "decorative" large sized creme brulees and I may have taken one back to my seat and devoured the whole thing but dammit I fit into my dress at that point so whatever, I deserved dessert. It was the perfect final distraction before this last month of bar review. So thanks for the votes, I will let you know when I get the stitches out (especially you Namby, who almost lost your breakfast at the sight of my mangled toe).
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Democracy in Action
Well, not really. Because we are letting Eddie vote, and because the majority might not win, and because really, I just want some opinions because I am at a total and complete loss as to what to wear to my best friend's wedding festivities. Of course, the bridesmaid dress is set. And it fits, other than the shallow breathing I will be doing all night (I have a big ribcage, ok??). Behold, it is actually pretty cute:
Ok, so now for the other contenders. I need a dress for the rehearsal dinner and the morning-after brunch. And I need to look smoking hot, in a classy sort of way. So, help!
Ok, so now for the other contenders. I need a dress for the rehearsal dinner and the morning-after brunch. And I need to look smoking hot, in a classy sort of way. So, help!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Worst.Movie.Ever.
Last weekend I went back to AZ to spend some quality time with my family. My mom was recovering from having her appendix removed, so I picked up a couple of movies that I thought she might enjoy. OK, one movie that was for her, and 'Batman Begins' for me (Christian Bale = YUM).
So aMOMymous and I settled in to watch '27 Dresses' - not expecting much other than a breezy romcom, just what we needed. About halfway through the movie, I could no longer contain myself and just started yelling at the screen. "Are you effing kidding me???" aMOMymous turned around and said, "Oh thank God - this is the worst movie I have ever seen." My sister chimed in and said, "yeah, I should have warned you that this sucks."
Now I have some pretty crappy movie taste. I own 'Like Mike' with Lil' Bow Wow, and 'Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmarron' and I can pretty much recite all of 'The Cutting Edge' - but this, this '27 Dresses' was simply too awful. I can't even touch on how horrid the acting was, and really, I wasn't expecting much, but at one point I wondered if the kid sister was on drugs because she kept twitching - I then realized it was her attempt at enthusiasm. But what really irked me more than anything else were the absolutely trite notions spewed forth about the "right" type of wedding and how important that ceremony is to all reasonable women.
Really?
The only character who questions the whole wedding industry and the commercialization of "love" is mocked and of course realizes that all he needed was the *perfect woman* - duh! See, this is why I think marriages fail. People are so in love with the idea of "love" and the perfect wedding that they forget all about actually having a relationship. You don't have to have a white dress and a diamond ring and an overpriced cake to be in love. And don't even get me STARTED on being "given away" - shudder.
I don't hate weddings. In fact two of my best friends are getting married this summer and I couldn't be happier for them - and part of the reason for that happiness is that I know they actually DO think about their relationships, and realize that the wedding is an important ceremony and recognition of the love that they work on every day. I just hate this movie for perpetuating this country's stupidest "norms" that are put into place to feed the giant wedding industry.
And? Who on earth would root for Heigl's character? No one is going to help you not be a doormat, sweetheart. So enough romcom's for me. I will gladly return to my animated flicks where characters actually have backbone and plan on breaking the rules rather than adhering to inanity.
And end rant - just warn me before I pick up another crap movie like this.
So aMOMymous and I settled in to watch '27 Dresses' - not expecting much other than a breezy romcom, just what we needed. About halfway through the movie, I could no longer contain myself and just started yelling at the screen. "Are you effing kidding me???" aMOMymous turned around and said, "Oh thank God - this is the worst movie I have ever seen." My sister chimed in and said, "yeah, I should have warned you that this sucks."
Now I have some pretty crappy movie taste. I own 'Like Mike' with Lil' Bow Wow, and 'Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmarron' and I can pretty much recite all of 'The Cutting Edge' - but this, this '27 Dresses' was simply too awful. I can't even touch on how horrid the acting was, and really, I wasn't expecting much, but at one point I wondered if the kid sister was on drugs because she kept twitching - I then realized it was her attempt at enthusiasm. But what really irked me more than anything else were the absolutely trite notions spewed forth about the "right" type of wedding and how important that ceremony is to all reasonable women.
Really?
The only character who questions the whole wedding industry and the commercialization of "love" is mocked and of course realizes that all he needed was the *perfect woman* - duh! See, this is why I think marriages fail. People are so in love with the idea of "love" and the perfect wedding that they forget all about actually having a relationship. You don't have to have a white dress and a diamond ring and an overpriced cake to be in love. And don't even get me STARTED on being "given away" - shudder.
I don't hate weddings. In fact two of my best friends are getting married this summer and I couldn't be happier for them - and part of the reason for that happiness is that I know they actually DO think about their relationships, and realize that the wedding is an important ceremony and recognition of the love that they work on every day. I just hate this movie for perpetuating this country's stupidest "norms" that are put into place to feed the giant wedding industry.
And? Who on earth would root for Heigl's character? No one is going to help you not be a doormat, sweetheart. So enough romcom's for me. I will gladly return to my animated flicks where characters actually have backbone and plan on breaking the rules rather than adhering to inanity.
And end rant - just warn me before I pick up another crap movie like this.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Bobcut
For those of you who didn't already know, my hair has its own persona. And its name is Bob. Bob is generally unruly and uncooperative, feisty, and quite fun. We love Bob, but sometimes he needs some grooming. So today we wandered into a brand new salon because my stylist of the past 3 years up and moved to New York (I cried. And worried. Who would care for Bob???) So the color process went fine, basic bleach isn't all that tough - other than the fact that it burns my scalp and makes my eyes water. Then onto the new stylist dude.
He was a fun-looking guy so I was only slightly nervous when he told me what he was going to do and just started snipping. My theory of haircuts is pretty much, "eh, it grows back." Then, he paused, and said, "how do you feel about a swoopy tail back here?" Um. What? Murphy has a tail. 4th grade boys whose parents let them go to school grubby have tails. I *do not* have a tail. "Um, I don't think I like tails, thank you," I said politely, tummy churning a bit. Snip snip, chop chop - "Did I mention I am the maid of honor in a very conservative and fancy Chicago wedding in exactly 8 days???" I sort of whimper. "Oh no worries, you will look pretty." Snip snip snip. "How do you feel about a fade around the ear? Or a chunk carved out around your eye?" "Um, apprehensive?" Snip snip. Wanting to bite nails. A fade? Like Vanilla Ice? "So yeah I just got back from India where I had odd jobs as a fisherman and a motorcycle repair person and aren't people weird? Peace and harmony, shit man, it all makes me laugh." Um, what? Was that a sentence? Oh poor Bob, how I worry for you. I am going to look like a chunky Vanilla Ice and I just don't think I can deal with that while studying for the bar . . .
And then, I turn, I get the hand mirror, and voila, I look so fucking awesome. Way to go weird hair guy! Bob is certainly very happy to have new stories, even if unintelligible ones.
He was a fun-looking guy so I was only slightly nervous when he told me what he was going to do and just started snipping. My theory of haircuts is pretty much, "eh, it grows back." Then, he paused, and said, "how do you feel about a swoopy tail back here?" Um. What? Murphy has a tail. 4th grade boys whose parents let them go to school grubby have tails. I *do not* have a tail. "Um, I don't think I like tails, thank you," I said politely, tummy churning a bit. Snip snip, chop chop - "Did I mention I am the maid of honor in a very conservative and fancy Chicago wedding in exactly 8 days???" I sort of whimper. "Oh no worries, you will look pretty." Snip snip snip. "How do you feel about a fade around the ear? Or a chunk carved out around your eye?" "Um, apprehensive?" Snip snip. Wanting to bite nails. A fade? Like Vanilla Ice? "So yeah I just got back from India where I had odd jobs as a fisherman and a motorcycle repair person and aren't people weird? Peace and harmony, shit man, it all makes me laugh." Um, what? Was that a sentence? Oh poor Bob, how I worry for you. I am going to look like a chunky Vanilla Ice and I just don't think I can deal with that while studying for the bar . . .
And then, I turn, I get the hand mirror, and voila, I look so fucking awesome. Way to go weird hair guy! Bob is certainly very happy to have new stories, even if unintelligible ones.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
AH Tries to Cook
Actually, I am a pretty darned good cook. When I plan out what I am making. Otherwise I tend to have a terrifically random assortment of food products in my cupboard, which should surprise no one who knows me. So tonight, I offer you my delicious recipe for "AH Surprise" because I just ate it and it was yummy. And notecarding is boring.
*any veggies you have on hand (I always have frozen broccoli or spinach. They work. And if you happen to have a fresh tomato, it is yummy in this.)
*some form of beans (I like organic spicy black beans)
*egg whites (OK, so I am a freak and I don't buy whole eggs. You could use them, but I don't. About 1/3 of a cup of egg whites is plenty.)
* optional: cheese. I rarely have cheese on hand and this works with or without it.
Ready? Put frozen veggies in pan until not frozen. Add beans. After they heat up, add egg whites. Stir around until cooked. Top with chunky salsa. And here is where I will lose some people, but you can also put lowfat cottage cheese on top - it has the same effect of sour cream but more lean protein and is freaking delicious. If you can't get on board with cottage cheese then I suggest plain nonfat yogurt (with or without a little ranch powder stirred in. It's what I use instead of mayonnaise in everything that calls for mayonnaise.)
And there you have it. It takes like 8 minutes and gives you lots of veggies, fiber, and protein and is super filling and tasty. Now back to Civ Pro. Yay.
*any veggies you have on hand (I always have frozen broccoli or spinach. They work. And if you happen to have a fresh tomato, it is yummy in this.)
*some form of beans (I like organic spicy black beans)
*egg whites (OK, so I am a freak and I don't buy whole eggs. You could use them, but I don't. About 1/3 of a cup of egg whites is plenty.)
* optional: cheese. I rarely have cheese on hand and this works with or without it.
Ready? Put frozen veggies in pan until not frozen. Add beans. After they heat up, add egg whites. Stir around until cooked. Top with chunky salsa. And here is where I will lose some people, but you can also put lowfat cottage cheese on top - it has the same effect of sour cream but more lean protein and is freaking delicious. If you can't get on board with cottage cheese then I suggest plain nonfat yogurt (with or without a little ranch powder stirred in. It's what I use instead of mayonnaise in everything that calls for mayonnaise.)
And there you have it. It takes like 8 minutes and gives you lots of veggies, fiber, and protein and is super filling and tasty. Now back to Civ Pro. Yay.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday SotD . . . Music-y edition
It was really tough for me to choose a song for this WSotD as I have been in a super music-y mood lately. But this song has been on repeat and in my head so here we go:
I'm holding here a book
Notable, but not the greatest
Stolen for me by the latest
In a long line of thieves
And I'm just about to drop it
Down that manhole of memories
When I realize it doesn't bother me
Like love's mementos usually do
And I look up to see who's different here
The latest me or the latest you
Course, you're the kind of guy who doesn't lie
He just doctors everything
Chooses some unassuming finger
And quietly moves his wedding ring
Who rewrites his autobiography
For any pretty girl who'll sing
But you can't fool the queen, baby
Cuz I married the king
And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty
With no opposite reality
Like a puddle with no reflection
Of the sky or the trees
But after my dreaded beheading
I tied that sucker back on with a string
And I guess I'm pretty different now
Considering
I kissed you on the street that night
On the far side of four
But I didn't like the taste
In my mouth or yours
And ignoring the persona you wore for my benefit
For once I had the balls to call it
Just call it
But a lesson must be lived
In order to be learned
And the clarity to see and stop this now
That is what I've earned
And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty
With no opposite reality
Like a puddle with no reflection
Of the sky or the trees
But after my dreaded beheading
I tied that sucker back on with a string
And I guess I'm pretty different now
Considering
I'm holding here a book
Notable, but not the greatest
Stolen for me by the latest
In a long line of thieves
And I'm just about to drop it
Down that manhole of memories
When I realize it doesn't bother me
And heartache not so dire
Cuz I looked up to see integrity
Finally won over desire
And now back to not studying . . .
I'm holding here a book
Notable, but not the greatest
Stolen for me by the latest
In a long line of thieves
And I'm just about to drop it
Down that manhole of memories
When I realize it doesn't bother me
Like love's mementos usually do
And I look up to see who's different here
The latest me or the latest you
Course, you're the kind of guy who doesn't lie
He just doctors everything
Chooses some unassuming finger
And quietly moves his wedding ring
Who rewrites his autobiography
For any pretty girl who'll sing
But you can't fool the queen, baby
Cuz I married the king
And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty
With no opposite reality
Like a puddle with no reflection
Of the sky or the trees
But after my dreaded beheading
I tied that sucker back on with a string
And I guess I'm pretty different now
Considering
I kissed you on the street that night
On the far side of four
But I didn't like the taste
In my mouth or yours
And ignoring the persona you wore for my benefit
For once I had the balls to call it
Just call it
But a lesson must be lived
In order to be learned
And the clarity to see and stop this now
That is what I've earned
And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty
With no opposite reality
Like a puddle with no reflection
Of the sky or the trees
But after my dreaded beheading
I tied that sucker back on with a string
And I guess I'm pretty different now
Considering
I'm holding here a book
Notable, but not the greatest
Stolen for me by the latest
In a long line of thieves
And I'm just about to drop it
Down that manhole of memories
When I realize it doesn't bother me
And heartache not so dire
Cuz I looked up to see integrity
Finally won over desire
And now back to not studying . . .
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