Thursday, May 27, 2010

Same ol' same ol' yada yada yada

I've gotta stop watching the same movies over and over.  I think I have a problem.

Here is my list of movies I've been watching a lot over the last year:

Revolutionary Road (on right now)
Little Children
Something's Gotta Give
Sideways
Twister
Marley and Me

I know there are others, but this is all I can think of right now, in my current martini-clouded mind.  I've been known to live vicariously through movies, so that mental condition (as I like to consider it) is partly to blame for my obsession, but I'm sure it can't be healthy.  I also watch a healthy dose of Toy Story 1 & 2, due to the kid's obsession with those films.  Hopefully, he's not doing the same thing I'm doing and thinking his toys come to life every time he leaves the room, but is honestly wouldn't surprise me if that were the case.  I just switched the television to The Hangover, just to mix it up a bit.  Now I want to go to Vegas.  What the hell is wrong with me????

I think, partly, my problem is that I REALLY REALLY want to go on vacation.  I want to get on a plane and get off somewhere with turquoise ocean water and all-inclusive food and drinks.  I want to take naps on the beach and drink in the middle of the day.  Oh, to have unlimited funds. 

OMG, this movie is so wrong.  They just left a baby in the car in VEGAS.  That is not ok.  I know this movie is outrageous and funny and yada yada yada, but that part really bothers me.

What was I talking about?  Oh yeah, vacation.  Consequently, we are actually going on vacation next week, to Denver, to stay with my father in-law for a week.  That sounds kind of miserable when I say it, but I'm actually looking forward to the trip.  The father in-law lives with his sister and her husband in a big, giant house they call "The Compound".  It's actually two houses stuck together, right on the edge of the suburbs, so the back yard has a beautiful, unobstructed view of the mountains--and a hot tub.  Every time we visit, we go up into the mountains, to at least one live music show at a bar, and to many, MANY local restaurants.  This is due to the fact that nobody in that giant home likes to cook....or, maybe they like to go out to eat more than they like to cook.  I don't really know.  Either way, we eat out EVERY SINGLE MEAL when we're there, which is both a blessing and a curse.  I mean, who doesn't like to eat out?  But, by the time we get home, I'm ready to eat every meal at home for a week, and that's a lot for me.  I'm thinking I'll try to take a picture of every one of my restaurant meals while I'm on vacation, and I'll post them in my blog.  Then you all can see what a million calories looks like.  Good idea, no?

If I remember to do that, I totally will.  Well, I will if any one of you 24 readers expresses a modicum of interest in the idea. If you don't, then I guess I won't do it.  I used to blog for me, now I do it for you guys.  I guess that's what happens when you get followers, eh?

Clearly, I have had a bit too much vodka.  And olives.  And I need to call it a night.  I'm going to be puffy tomorrow, damn it.  Which is ironic, since the reason I felt the need to drink is that I went swimsuit shopping tonight and felt fat.  Circle of life.  Or of shame.  Whatever.  Anyway...bye!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Fancy time!

Guess what I did this weekend?  I got all fancy and went to a ball!  Well, not really a ball--a gala, but still...it was like prom for grown ups!  I always say that there aren't enough opportunities for adults to put on formal wear.  So when the hubby got a call Thursday night saying we could go to the Starlight Amphitheater's annual fundraiser on Saturday night (and bring some friends with us) I jumped at the chance.

Lucky for us, our good friends Todd and Mia* were able to make the trek down from Omaha especially for the occasion, which made the event (which was mostly attended by an older crowd) much more fun.  We hadn't gotten to see the two of them since their wedding last December, and so it was really nice to hang out with them two on two, in a more relaxed setting.

Since the whole event came up at such short notice, I had to go shopping for a dress the day before, but I lucked out and found this beauty at BCBG Final Cut for only $50!  What a steal, right?  I paired it with some old shoes and antique earrings I had in my closet, did my own hair and makeup, and we were out the door with time to spare!

Rather than narrate each photo, I just thought I'd throw them all at the bottom of the page.  A few things to note:

1.  Is Mia not the most gorgeous woman ever?  When I told her how beautiful her hair looked, she informed me that she did it the day before.  That cracked me up.

2.  The hubby actually owns that tux.  We bought it back in 2000 when we lived in L.A. and got a job as seat-fillers for an awards show.  It's really come in handy!

3.  The free drinks were a blessing and a curse, as free drinks often are.  Yesterday was a little rough.

4.  The full-length photo of me doing my Vanna White pose is a great illustration of how long and monkey-like my arms are.  I'm something of a freak, it would appear.

Enjoy! 








































 *not her real name

Thursday, May 20, 2010

They're at it again!

It's a freakin' epidemic!!!!

From People Magazine:


Fans of Cougar Town may have to re-set their DVRs soon. The show’s co-creator Bill Lawrence is hoping to change the ABC comedy’s title for the next season since it has evolved into an ensemble show rather than one that only focuses on Courtney Cox's character, Jules Cobb.

“Partly as a result of common sense and partly from [the studio's] research, they find too many instances of testing of people saying they would never watch a show called Cougar Town — ‘I don’t want to see some show about a 40-year-old woman nailing younger guys,’ ” says Lawrence. “And then they screen an episode, and people go, ‘Oh, I would watch this show.’ “




I'm not going to pretend like I watch Cougar Town, because I don't, but SERIOUSLY????  Perhaps if they'd hired someone with a little marketing experience to begin with, they would have held these focus groups and found out this information before they named the show the first time.  



Hey Hollywood:  STOP CHANGING TITLES!!!!!  Why does this keep happening?  Lucky Punk, since you are in the business of making movies, I would like to hear your perspective on this issue.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Coherent thought eludes me.

I'm sitting here, watching About Last Night on cable, thinking that I should definitely blog about something, but I can't seem to form a coherent thought.  I think I may have had too much tea.  Abundant caffeine may ward off a migraine, but it sure scatters my brain. 

Speaking of tea, I may have mentioned this before, but the Asian market is by far the best place to buy tea.  I got this 15 oz. tin of loose-leaf green jasmine yesterday for $5.99. 


$5.99, people!!! 

In case you didn't know, that's a really great price.  Also, it's delicious.  I'm just sayin':  Asian market = where it's at for tea.

I love 80's movies.  The hair.  The clothes.  The soundtracks.  I REALLY love the soundtracks.  I have a strange affinity for 80's movie music--even the throwaway tracks that were written solely for the films and never made it to the radio.  Anyone remember this little gem?



Speaking of movies, why do studios keep changing the names of films right before they get released?  I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!  I noticed it a few months ago with How to Train Your Dragon, and the whole debacle really confused me.  I'd seen it advertised as How to Train Your Dragon for weeks, then all of a sudden we were watching TV one night and an ad for the film came on, and when the title came up, it still read "How to Train Your Dragon", but the voiceover guy said, "Dreamworks' Dragons".  What the???  Weird, right?

And NOW, we have the whole Shrek 4 debacle.  I refuse to call it by a title, because I started out calling it Shrek Forever After (as it was originally marketed), but apparently that's not the name now.  I guess Dreamworks decided that name wasn't good enough, so they changed it to Shrek:  The Final Chapter.  To prove I am not insane, here are the two movie posters:


Come to think of it, I guess it's just Dreamworks doing this name-changing junk.  If you ask me, they need to fire their entire marketing department because they are just confusing people.  Also, they annoy me.  A lot.  If you couldn't tell.

Oh, before I forget, thank you everyone so much for all the kind comments on my last blog, about Daisy.  That was really hard on our whole family, and we're still sad, but it's getting easier every day.  We had a little funeral yesterday and buried her ashes under a daisy plant. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to re-watch this last episode of The Real Housewives of New York City.  I'm enjoying feeling intellectually and emotionally superior to women who are so much wealthier than I am.  If I can't have a yacht, at least I can possess the common courtesy that many of these Housewives lack.  What is wrong with these women???

Sunday, May 9, 2010

R.I.P. Daisy. :(

I would love to write a wonderfully happy Mother's Day post, but I'm afraid that's not what you, the reader, are in for.  The last two days have basically consisted of trying to live normally between bouts of crying fits.

When the hubby and I were sleeping soundly on Friday night, we awoke to a strange thumping noise at about 1:00 AM.  Upon investigation, we found our dog Daisy, having a seizure and hitting her legs up against the chest in our living room.  Now, this is nothing new for Daisy.  She was diagnosed as epileptic some time ago, and she's been on medicine ever since, twice a day, every day.  The medicine is supposed to keep her from having seizures, and up until around Easter, it was working very well.  She did have a seizure just before Easter, when she got out of the car at my dad's house (which has always been a trigger for her), but the incident seemed isolated since she hadn't had one since.

Well, this time it was not an isolated incident.  The hubby got up with Daisy to care for her during the seizure that woke us up, but as soon as that one was over, she started again and I joined them.  We cleaned up her saliva and feces (sorry to be so graphic, but this is what happens when a dog has a seizure) as we tried to comfort her and hold her still, to keep her from hitting her head on something and knocking herself unconscious.  If you've never witnessed a seizure, it's very scary.  She didn't seem to know what was going on or who we were, and she seemed very scared of us.  In the next three hours, Daisy had four or five more seizures (I lost track in my drowsy state).  We managed to get several phenobarbital pills down her throat, and she finally stopped seizing long enough to fall asleep.

As all this was going on, I was honestly expecting her to die.  I was horrified at the idea of her dying in my arms, but at the same time, I ended up praying to God that night that she would die in her sleep and the hubby and I would not have to make the decision we made when the morning came.

In the morning, we woke up and the hubby went to work.  As the kid watched Nick Jr., I called the vet and explained the situation, making an appointment for 11:00 AM.  Daisy was still in a daze, having a hard time walking straight, and seeming just less than herself.  I called the hubby to let him know that I was taking her into the vet and we need to have a talk about what the next step would be.

In the past, we have paid vet bills up to $800 to have her boarded and treated.  Her medicine costs a mere $20/month, but it has left her lethargic and in a daze on her best days, tempermental and disobedient on her worst.  When she was diagnosed, we were informed that her condition was treatable, but medication was a temporary fix and that as she grew older, her dosages would have to be increased, resulting in greater side effects and still no guarantee that she would not have another seizure.  With every seizure, came the risk of death.

With heavy hearts, the hubby and I decided together that the most humane option for Daisy would be to euthanize her.  I hope you, my readers, are not judging me for this, and I hope you understand that this decision would never have been made without great, great consideration.

When the time came, the kid and I took Daisy by leash and got in the car, then took off to the vet's office.  Daisy rode with her head out the window, the wind in her ears--a thing she has always taken great pleasure in.  When I walked in, the receptionist asked how I was doing and I told her, as I cried uncontrollably, that we had decided on euthanasia.  I felt like she was judging me, though I hope that was all in my head, as she guided us back to an examination room to wait for the doctor.

Our vet is a very old man, maybe 75 years old, who walks with a cane and has a thick Eastern European accent.  I've never thought of him as a very caring or warm person, possibly due to his accent, or to the fact that he is always screaming at me (probably because he's hard of hearing) but this time he was very understanding and sympathetic to my situation.  He explained that we did have one other option, which was for him to keep Daisy in his office for the next week, observing and trying new medicine regimes, but that in the end she would be even more sedated than she already was, as one of the drugs they could put her on was Valium, and they may not find a regime that works anyway.  I decided, after careful consideration, that letting her live a life where she wasn't sure what was going on was no life at all anyway.  We would go through with our plan to have her put down.

The kid was holding her leash when they came in to get her, and we gave her one last hug and kiss goodbye.  She didn't want to go with them.  She was scared.  I cried harder.  The kid was focused on the candy basket at the front, and barely seemed to understand why I was crying or what was going to happen to Daisy.  I decided to pay a little bit more to get her ashes back.  I gave the receptionist my credit card and left after I signed, before Daisy was really gone.

I wish I had been able to stay and hold her paw, to see her out of this world and on to a better place, but since the kid was with me, that probably would have been one of those moments that would have scarred him for life, so I decided against it.  My friend Marlene suggested that we plant Daisies and scatter her ashes around them, as a memorial service, and so that's what we'll do.  The hubby even gave me a daisy-looking plant for Mother's Day, so we'll transfer those as soon as we pick up her ashes this week.

I'm sorry to have such a sad story to tell on this Mother's Day, but I had to get it out somewhere, and this blog seemed like the best place to do it.  I feel incredibly guilty, even though the doctor and other people tell me I made the best choice and did all I could do for her.  I can't stop crying every time I come home and she's not there to greet me, or I leave the house or go to bed without administering her medicine.  Even some of my passwords incorporate her name.

I won't pretend that she was the best dog ever--there were times we tried to find her a new home because she bit the kid--but she was full of love for us, and we loved her in return.  She chose us by showing up at our house one day with no owner in sight, and that seemed to make her all the more special.  Her eyes were the most feminine, beautiful eyes I have ever seen on a dog, and her fur was always soft.  She followed me around, nudged me with her nose when she wanted love, ran around in circles when she wanted out, and waited for me every night to put her up on the bed to sleep.  I will love her, and remember her, forever.  Here are some pictures, in memoriam:

 This is the last picture of Daisy, taken on 3.24.2010, lounging lazily (and fatly) on her very worn couch spot.  Rest In Peace, Daisy.  We will miss you dearly.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Hi guys! Recognize me?



This is me waving at you from my couch, with darker hair!  It only took three boxes and two days.  Apparently, even though my hair is barely shoulder-length, it requires two boxes of Natural Instincts.  Last night's attempt led to several unfortunate leopard-like light spots on my head, so I had to go get two more boxes to do my whole head again.  I am thinking that Clairol will be getting a strongly-worded letter about the inadequacy of the amount of product in their boxes.  Seriously, all they have to do is put a disclaimer somewhere on the box:  "Warning:  If you don't have a boy haircut, you will require more than one box to dye your whole head."  Would that be so difficult?

Oh, and fyi, this is semi-permanent dye, so I expect it will lighten up quite a bit.

Off to dinner with some friends!  Later gators!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Please don't let my kid be psychic...

I'm a little nervous.  The kid was sitting on my lap, getting ready to take his nap, when he looked up at me with that sweet smile he has right before he says something adorable.  I was expecting to hear, "I like your nose!", but instead, very calmly, he told me, "When doze guys come in our house, and dey shoot you, you will be gone forever."  ...





WTF???





I thought I heard him wrong, so I asked him what he said, and he repeated it.  I probed him a bit more on the subject, trying not to react too much one way or the other, but inside I was freaking out, to put it mildly.

"What guys?"
"Doze guys wit guns."

"What do they look like?"
"Doze blue guys."

Whew.  Maybe he's not psychic after all, but has just been watching too much Avatar.  I hope.  


Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Strange is the new awesome + choose my hair please!

Hi, everyone!  *waves*

I'm finally back and rarin' to blog!  After a weekend relaxing at my mom's house in the country, my family is in a much better place and things are finally looking up.  I really appreciate all the encouraging comments, and I would like to add that I kept up with all of your blogs too, even if I didn't always leave a comment.

Today, I was reflecting on how strange I am.  Back when I was younger I was always considered quirky, if I was rich, people would call me eccentric, but I think now that I'm older and poor, people would just say that I'm weird.

WTF???  Nick just played a commercial for a "mud pie kitchen set" for $69.99.  Since when does it cost 70 bucks to make mud pies?  This reminds me...my mom recently informed me that when she was a kid, they would sprinkle sugar on their mud pies and eat them.  Yes, REAL mud pies.  She and her brother ate dirt.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, I'm weird.   I was always kind of proud of my quirkiness, feeling as if it somehow made me cuter or more likable, like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State.  Lately, I've been a little worried that, with age, my strangeness has diminished and been replaced by grump.  Less often do I break out in song and dance or flail my arms; more often I complain about things that haven't been done around the house or the fact that we are out of money. Shameful, I know.  I will now be making a more concerted effort to add a little bit of whimsy to every day.


To go along with my new pledge to be weirder (read: awesome-er), I think a new haircolor is in order.  One of the strangest things about me is that I cannot keep a hair style to save my life.  The grass is always greener on the other side of the ammonia bottle.  I am in the process of growing it longer, but I am itching to change the color.  How about a poll to help me decide?

Here is my current color:


It's basically warm-ish light brown

Here are my options...please keep mind that I was younger in all of these photos, so think of what color would look best on me with more wrinkles:


1.  Medium auburn
 





2.  Medium warm brown
 



3.  Dark cool brown


















4.  Dark warm brown













5.  Highlighted to blonde









I could also go red, which I have before, but I can't find any photos of it!  If I find one, I'll post it. 

I think I'm leaning towards dark warm brown after looking at these photos.  My original intention was to go blonde this summer, but it's too hard to keep up with the highlighting!  The easiest thing to do would be to buy a box color and slap it on there once a month, so that's probably what I'll end up doing. 

Please leave your favorite color for me in the comments--I'm so indecisive, I'd really appreciate the input.  Thanks everyone!
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