Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Just a reminder...

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Great Tea Debacle

This is probably going to sound dumb to a lot of you, but it's something that really bothers me, so I'm going to go ahead and blog about it.  Bear with me.

So, the night when I went to see We Bought A Zoo was very cold, so I decided to buy a cup of hot tea at the concession stand in the theater.  This particular theater has a Starbucks in it, and the menu board reads:  Hot Tea....$2.50.  Just the one price, and the price is listed in the column farthest to the right, where all the largest sized drink prices are listed.  Like this:

My conversation with the coffee people went something like this:

Me:  I'd like a hot tea, but can I get that in the biggest cup you have, please?

Cashier:  Sure.  That'll be $5.24.

Me The price board says it's $2.50.

Cashier:  That's for the small.

Me:  But there's only one price.

Cashier:  Uhhhh....

Manager:  That price is for the small.  

Me:  Really?  So it costs twice as much for extra water and a bigger cup?  Because I'm only using one tea bag either way.

Manager:  I'll charge your for a medium, but that's the best I can do.
Me:  Fine.  Whatever.

Cashier:  That'll be $4.18.

This infuriates me.  Seriously:  it's JUST MORE WATER.

Now, I understand that a lot of concession businesses operate this way; they have to count the cups at the beginning and end of a shift, and so they're basically charging for the cup, but if that was the problem, then how come she was able to charge me for a medium and give me a large?  It's like they didn't even understand why I was complaining.

I also know that it sounds pretty stupid for me to be complaining about having to pay extra for a bigger drink, but I'm using the same amount of product (the single tea bag) either way.  That cup must be made out of some very fancy extra-special cardboard for a few extra inches of it to double the cost.

Also, how is a small $2.50 and a medium comes to over $4??  That makes no sense!  The very least these guys could do is to change their menu board, am I right?

This is the kind of thing that makes me want to boycott.  I'm big on boycotts.  In fact, I think I WILL boycott this coffee stand.  Next time, I'm sneaking in a thermos.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Magical Muppets

I am happy to report that nobody got sick and ruined my plans for a three-day movie bender!  Hooray!

I am very sad to report that The Descendants was not as spectacular as I'd expected.

I don't get it.  All of the reviews were stellar.  It's ALEXANDER FREAKIN' PAYNE.  And George Clooney.  It was set in Hawaii.  Why did I not love this movie???  I still loved Payne's direction, and the acting was great (especially that of Shailene Woodley, who played Clooney's oldest daughter), but I didn't get attached to any of the characters.  I should have cried.  I didn't.  It was a good movie, but compared to my expecations, The Descendants was a big letdown.  Lesson learned:  keep my expectations low. 

The Muppets, however, was MAGICAL.  Seriously, people, if you haven't gone and seen this movie, you are missing out. 

Granted, I grew up in the Muppets era, so I may be a little biased, but this film was wonderful.  Nicholas Stoller and Jason Segel did a brilliant job of writing a Muppets movie that's fresh, yet stays true to the franchise. 

I could go into a long synopsis of the movie, but here are the most important things to know:

1.  It's a musical.  The songs are funny, touching, and highly-entertaining all at the same time.

2.  There is a new Muppet named Walter who is the brother of Gary, played by Jason Segel.

3.  All the original Muppets are there, including the chickens and Beaker and that giant scary brown one with yellow eyes and two pointy teeth who nobody can name but everybody will recognize.

4.  They sing the theme song to The Muppet Show AND "The Rainbow Connection", both of which made me tear up.

So, yeah, The Muppets won out as the best movie I saw in the last three days, and that's saying something.  I kind of want to go see it again already, and I'll definitely be buying the blu-ray.  Jason Segel is my new hero for getting this movie together. 

I still hope to go see Like Crazy sometime soon, but I'm not sure when it will be since my week looks kind of busy.  Oh well.  Lucky for you blog followers, this will be the last review for a while; I know I was boring you all to death with the movie talk.  I promise to be funny, or at least entertaining, again soon!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

We Bought A Zoo!

Ok, well, I mean, I didn't buy a zoo...the people in the movie We Bought A Zoo did.  That's why it's called that.  They also repeat the phrase several times during the movie, just in case you'd forgotten what film you were watching.  Strangely, it's not annoying when they do it, probably because twice the line is delivered by one of the cutest little girls I've ever seen on a movie screen.  Seriously, this girl is adorable.  Look at her:
Thank you, IMDB

As you probably surmised from the title, this movie is about people who buy a zoo.  Matt Damon plays Benjamin Mee, a recent widower raising two kids on his own as a journalist in Los Angeles.  His daughter Rosie is adorable and his son Dylan is a rebellious young man with a talent for creating very disturbing art.  On the day Mr. Mee quits his job, Dylan gets expelled from school and it becomes clear that they could all use a change of scenery.  Benjamin is ecstatic when he finds the fixer-upper 9.2 miles from the nearest Target...until he finds out that the house comes with a zoo.

 Of course he buys the house anyway and decides to move his family to the zoo because animals are really cool and they could use a little adventure.  On moving day, they meet the full staff that works on the property (thank God someone knows how to take care of the tigers!), including a head zookeeper named Kelly who looks like Scarlett Johansson (played by Scarlett Johansson) and a bunch of other less attractive people who you can only really see when Scarlet Johansson isn't onscreen.  One of them was played by Patrick Fugit, though, and I think he had a monkey on his shoulder most of the time.  I do remember that.
Thanks again, IMDB

Lots of interesting things happen at the zoo as the family and staff use all their resources to get it up to code and open by July 7th.  The animals are beautiful and are worked into the film very nicely, but the best moments onscreen come in the conversations between Benjamin and his children.  Watching a family cope after losing a wife and mother is heartbreaking at times, but the way Crowe brings their memories back to life is incredibly original and touching.

Matt Damon is excellent, and the kids are some of the best young talent I've seen...ever.  The film is highly-quotable, my favorite being, "you only have to be brave for 20 seconds at a time".   Isn't that great?  It's so true.  Anyone can be brave for 20 seconds, because what do we have to lose, anyway?

I brought my 17 year-old brother with me, and he had a good time.  My 4-year old son really liked the animals and didn't fall asleep even though he was up an hour past his bedtime and there was a lot of drama.  It really is a perfect movie to go see as a family since there's no sex or violence, but mostly it's great just because it has a big heart.  What more can you ask for from a movie about a family of zoo owners?


Psst!  Don't forget to enter my giveaway by telling me about how you're giving back this holiday season!  You can enter as many times as you want before December 21st, so don't be shy--tell me all about it!  :)

It's all about the movies

I have big plans for the next three days. 

The Hubby and I used to go see pretty much every single movie in the theater.  Since The Kid was born, the number of movies I see in the theater has dwindled down to one or two a month, if I'm lucky.  It's getting to me.  Sure, I can watch movies on Netflix, cable, or rent them from Redbox, but it's just not the same.

From now to Monday, I'm going on a movie binge.  Family is still in town for Thanksgiving, and they will aid in me carrying out my master plan.  Here's the blow-by-blow:

TONIGHT:  We Bought A Zoo

It's a sneak preview, an ENTIRE MONTH in advance, guys.  And it's Cameron Crowe's first movie since Elizabethtown, if you don't count Pearl Jam 20 and The Union (which I don't, because they're both documentaries, not scripted).  This is also PG, so The Kid can come with us, which is a huuuuuge bonus.

TOMORROW NIGHT:  The Descendants.

OHMYGODIT'SKILLINGMETHATIHAVEN'TSEENTHISMOVIEYET!!!!!  Alexander Payne is my favorite director.  Throw in George Clooney, and it'll be a miracle if I don't pee in my pants before the opening credits are over.

MONDAY:  The Muppets.   

Hooray for a new Muppets movie!!!  Here's a fun fact:  my first word was "mmmmmmuppets!"  Bringing back the Muppets now that all the people who grew up with them have children of their own was a genius plan.  I've heard only good things, and I'm planning on thoroughly enjoying this one....oh yeah, and The Kid is coming along too.  I guess it would be wrong for me to see it without him.

IF I CAN FIT IT IN:  Like Crazy.  

 I saw the trailer for this one before 50/50 (which I highly recommend, by the way), and I'm dying to see this.  As many of you know, The Hubby and I were long distance for 9 months when we first met, so I have a special place in my heart for movies about long-distance relationships.  If I can't see it before Monday night, I'm hoping I can sneak off some weeknight and see it by myself.

*Fingers crossed* that nobody gets sick and screws up my plans.  I'll try and post reviews of each movie after I've seen them while they're still fresh in my mind, but only if you guys are interested in that sort of thing.  Let me know in the comments.  If you don't care about movies, then please don't tell me in the comments, just move along.  Nothing to see here.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Who needs turkey?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  And for those of you who don't live in the United States, I hope you had a wonderful Thursday! 

My Thanksgiving was fun, if non-traditional.  There was nary a turkey in sight today, as my grandmother's 90th birthday just happened to fall on Thanksgiving this year.  Since you never know at that age if they'll be celebrating another birthday, my mom organized a lunch of Chinese food in Grammy's honor at the nursing home where she lives.  Most of her descendants were there, which was a pretty big deal since we almost never get together.

I had the rare opportunity to be in the same room as my mom and both of my (original) sisters*, so we took a few pictures.  I think the last time this happened was...well, I don't remember the last time this happened.  I have a picture of us three girls together from about a year ago, but the last picture with us and our mom together is probably about 11 years old, I think?  It's been a  long time.  When you throw Grammy into the mix, that pushes the date back to the early 1990s, so of course we took full advantage of the photo-op.

Here's a sampling of shots from the day:

Waiting for my niece to figure out the camera on my phone.  I swear, it's not that hard.

Grammy asked me who I was right before this was taken.

The original three!  I'm the middle, and usually the tallest...they had on tall shoes today.

This one's for Dani.

After lunch, we came back to my mom's house and played cards while we drank hot tea and homemade wine.  For dinner, we had...spaghetti. 

So, some lucky turkey got off easy this year, and I'm kind of glad he did.  My mom still made pumpkin pie.  Factor in the pie with the family, and we had all of the most important components required for a perfect holiday.  Who needs anything else?

*I say "original" sisters, because we all came from the same two parents.  My parents got divorced when I was about 10 years old, and they both re-married, resulting in a step-sister, a step-brother, an adopted 1/2 sister, and two adopted 1/2 brothers.  It's kind of confusing.


Psst!  Don't forget to enter my giveaway by telling me about how you're giving back this holiday season!  You can enter as many times as you want before December 21st, so don't be shy--tell me all about it!  :)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Give-A-Little Giveaway

Who likes free stuff?  

Who likes helping others?

If you answered I DO! to both of those questions, then this post is for YOU!

See?  It's easy! 
Last week, I gave blood and I got to thinking about how nice it would be if I could spread the word about blood donation through my blog.  I'm a regular donor, giving about every 8 weeks when I'm eligible, and this last time I finally got to the 1 gallon mark at my local blood bank.

Did you know that the holiday season is especially hard on local blood supplies since many regular donors are too busy to donate?  In the U.S., at least, there is always a nation-wide blood-shortage  this time of year.  Did you also know that only 6% of eligible donors donate their blood on a regular basis?  That's a travesty!  It's time to step up to the plate, people!

I am so passionate about this cause that I'm willing to throw in an incentive.  I'm calling it  

Here's how it's gonna go down:

1.  Give a little something!  I know that not everyone is eligible to give blood, so you can give anything.  Buy a toy and throw it in a Toys for Tots barrel.  Volunteer at a soup kitchen.  Sponsor a hungry child.  Join the National Marrow Registry.  Heck, throw some change into the Salvation Army bucket.  Be creative--every kind gesture counts!

2.  Tell me about it!  I'll be keeping track of everyone's good deeds throughout the next month.  You can either tweet me, post it here in the comments, or post it on my Facebook fan page (don't forget to click "like"!).  If you post a picture of you doing the good deed, I'll give you an extra entry.  Pictures are fun.  A picture of an "I gave blood" sticker like this one:

will give you another extra entry (that's THREE entries!).  Each good deed is another entry and the sky's the limit on how many times you can enter!*

3.  The Giveaway ends on December 20th at Midnight CST.  On December 21st, I'll post a video of me drawing a name out of a hat (or a bucket or whatever), revealing the name of the winner.  I'll also contact you through Blogger or FB or Twitter to let you know that you've won.

4.  One winner will receive a custom-made scarf, crocheted with love by ME!  You'll choose the color, length, and thickness.  I'm nice like that.  You'll have to give me a reasonable amount of time to finish the scarf and send it off to you, but I'll be as quick as I can about it.  I promise that the winner will have the cozy scarf around his or her neck before Spring arrives.

The scarf will look something like this:

Gosh, it's cozy!
Gosh, it's long (but it doesn't have to be)!

 Is this the best giveaway EVER, or what?  I mean, just entering makes you feel good!  How many contests can you say that about?

Spread the word, and spread the love!  I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

*No cheating.  I'm taking your word on this, guys.  If you lie about doing good deeds, you'll probably get some terrible painful disease anyway.  No liars.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

About a girl, about art.

This is a story about an artist.

Once upon a time, there was this girl.  She liked to sing and she wanted to be an actress, but she was very shy and didn't want anyone to know that she had big goals.  She was afraid people would laugh at her.  So, instead of singing in front of people and those such things, she decided to find other ways to amuse herself, like studying hard in school.  She was very smart, so this worked well.

As she grew, so did her talent.  By the time she was 18, she could sing opera without any proper training.  She decided to go to college and pursue a career in musical theater.  As the program progressed, she let her inner critic tell her that she wasn't as good as the other students, and she eventually dropped out, blaming her failure on a bad case of mono. 

The girl met a boy.  He lived in California.  She moved there with him.  They moved to Los Angeles together.  She decided that she wanted to be an actress again.  She got headshots and took classes, but every time an audition came up that she was interested in, she'd get scared and talk herself out of it.  Who did she think she was?  Everyone was prettier than she was, they were all more talented.  Sometimes, she'd get to the door of the building where the audition was being held, only to turn around and get back in her car.

She blamed Los Angeles for her failure.  She'd say that it was too difficult to live in a place where she was always the ugliest person in the room.  This wasn't actually the case, but it was hard for her to see this at the age of 22.  9/11 happened and she and the boy (who was now her husband) decided to move far away from Los Angeles and start a new life together.  A normal life.  Maybe they'd have a kid or two.

As the two settled in to their new life away from Hollywood, the girl couldn't help but feel pulled towards the arts.  She answered an ad looking for a singer/songwriter, even though she'd never written a song in her life.  The producer liked her.  She began writing and singing original songs.  She wasn't interested in being a famous singer, but she very much enjoyed creating music. 

The girl worked a lot of odd jobs.  She shined shoes.  She worked in restaurants.  She was a nanny.  She interviewed prisoners.  She took photos of newborns.  She dispatched trucks.  All these jobs were fun, but she wasn't passionate about any of them.

Maybe she needed a baby?  Maybe that was her purpose?

She and the boy tried to have a baby.  And tried.  And tried.  And tried, until one day, the test was positive. They were both ecstatic.  They told everyone.  They started choosing names.  She started bleeding one day, and at the hospital, they told her that the baby didn't make it.  She cried.  The boy cried.  They were sad for a long time after that.

The months went by and they tried again.  Finally, the two lines were back on the stick, and this baby stuck.  Nine months later (four of them on bed rest), a beautiful baby boy was born.  He was lovely.

The next two years were a blur for the girl.  Raising a baby was hard.  She and the boy loved him more than anything.  He was wonderful.  She watched him grow and she saw him learn and she was fulfilled, but she no longer had the time to devote to creating music.

By her thirtieth birthday, the girl again felt as if she was being pulled in another direction.  Motherhood was wonderful, but it wasn't the only thing she wanted.  She needed a place to write, a place to record her thoughts and share her feelings.  She started a blog.

At first, she was alone.  Then, about six months down the line, a man began commenting.  Then another person began commenting.  Before she knew it, she had around 25 readers.  Then 60, then 100.  She was excited that she was being heard.

As she began to read other blogs, she got to know other bloggers.  She followed their lives and looked at their careers and considered them for herself.  Should she work for a newspaper?  Should she write a novel?  Should she write a film?  Bingo.  She was going to write a film. 

All of a sudden, her path became clear.  Her penchant for watching the same movies over and over no longer seemed pointless and silly.  The way she tried to live vicariously through films suddenly seemed like a job skill rather than a mental condition.  Her love of writing and her love of movies finally combined to make perfect sense.

In the evenings, when the boy was home to watch the smaller boy, she began to close herself in her room and write.  And write.  And write, until one day she had completed a screenplay.  After that was finished, she began another, and another, and another.  She continued to blog, but all she really wanted now was to see on the screen a movie that she'd written.

And it will happen.  One day.  She is certain.  Even if she has to move back to the land of the pretty people who make her feel bad about herself.

And she still loves to sing.

Art is not a thing; it is a way.  ~Elbert Hubbard

Monday, November 14, 2011

A Very Serious PSA

Why hello there, blog world!

I've been spending a lot of time today trying to clean up the look of this space a bit and adding badges to the side so that it will be easier for you lovely people to stalk me.  You can now do that via Twitter, Facebook, or Google+, if you are so inclined.  If you want to click, I'll wait.  Go ahead.  It won't hurt or anything.

Great!  Thanks!  You guys are the best.  :)

Now that we've got that out of the way, I'd like to get serious for a moment.  With a platform such as this blog, I think it's important that I use my influence for the greater good, which is why I'm dedicating this post to spreading awareness about a growing epidemic spreading amongst our country's youth.  That epidemic, of course, is photo abuse.

Back when I was a young'un, we did not have fancy digital cameras.  We had film.  You had to put it in a camera, use it up (after only 24 shots, I might add), and then pay good money to have it developed.  Then, when you got the prints back, you had to throw half of them away because either someone's eyes were shut or there was a finger in the shot.

These days, kids have it easy.  They take a picture with their phone or digital camera and--presto!--there's the image, waiting for them to approve or delete, right on a tiny screen.  Of course, this is great for many reasons.  However, the affordability and accessibility of home photography has led to the widespread problem of photo abuse.

This is serious, folks.  The worst part?  This problem seems to be most prevalent in teenage girls.  Take, for instance, my younger sister.  I'll call her....Dani.  Dani currently has 725 photos in her Facebook albums, which isn't a problem per se, EXCEPT that--well, here is a sampling:

Notice something strange about these photos (other than the fact that her friend has a very friendly face)?  They are all the EXACT SAME PICTURE.  Same two friends, arm's length away.  And it's not like they just take one of these for every set--there are multiple photos of the same pose, same two friends, on the same day, in the same clothes, with the same hairstyles. Why???

Don't get me wrong--not all of Dani's photos are an arm's length away.  A good third of them are taken in bathroom mirrors:

Would it kill you to clean the toothpaste splatter off the mirror first, girls?

To be honest with you, Dani's case of photo abuse is at the mild end of the spectrum for girls in her age bracket.  I've seen much worse. 

At this point you may be asking yourself, "how can I get involved?".  The answer is simple:  speak up.  If you have a friend or loved one with a demonstrated case of this addiction, you owe it to them to start commenting.  Message your friends and tell them to comment too--ganging up on someone works really well in instances like this.  In this case, there is no better medicine than good old fashioned shame.

For example, say your friend posts this picture:

With this caption:

"Smiley and me at Taco Bell :)"

Clearly, the best thing to do in this situation is to ridicule.  Like this:

Do you see how we joined forces there?  That was a mini-intervention. 

Keep up this kind of teasing and before you know it your friend will be posting photos of events and things and people who aren't looking at the camera*!

Let's all work together to make photo abuse a thing of the past.  After all, the children are our future, and the teenagers are our even-nearer future.  Thank you, and goodnight.

*I mean, that's the theory, anyway.  I can't say it's worked for Dani yet, but I have hopes and dreams for her that extend beyond the bathroom.

ETA:  I would like to thank my sister for her cooperation.  She has demonstrated a great sense of humor by allowing me to post these photos.  I love you, Dani!  You are beautiful!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

We're not psychos, we're just women.

*This is a post I wrote for a blog that I used to maintain called "Stuff Men Should Know About Women".  Because that blog has fallen to the wayside (and because I like this post so much), I decided to publish it here instead.  That is why I've written it as if I'm speaking directly to a man.

It is a universally accepted fact that men are simple creatures and women are complicated ones.  If a man thinks about what's in front of him, a woman thinks about what's in front of her, how it got there, why it's there, and if it's going to stay in that place or if she should do something to move it.  We can't help it.  It's how we're wired.

Say, for instance, you've just started seeing this really great girl and the two of you had a date last night.  The next morning, while at work, she sends you this text:

Last night was spectacular!  I hope you had as much fun as I did.  Can't wait to see you again.  xoxo

Aw, that's nice.  You had a good time too.  However, being a man and not seeing any question that needs answering, you don't respond.  After about fifteen minutes, if she knows you have your phone, here's what's going through her head:

Why did I send that text??  He must not like me at all.  Did I do something wrong?  I should never have put the xoxo at the end.  We're not there yet.  Maybe he's just too busy to respond.  Maybe I should wait it out.  He did say that he wanted to see me again...didn't he?  Maybe I imagined that.  I'm such an idiot!

Hours later, you get hungry and send her this text:

Hey, wanna meet up for a burger?

While relieved to finally hear from you, she's still unsure of herself.  She's thinking:

He wants to see me again!  So he does like me after all!  But he only wants to get a burger.  Maybe he just wants to be friends.  Doesn't he know how much I like him?  I hope he doesn't think of me as "one of the guys".  I really want him to like me.

Playing it cool, she texts back:

Sure!  What time?

Yay!  She's hungry.  That's good, because you actually like her and want to spend time with her.  She smells nice and is pretty to look at and has interesting things to say.  You're both at work, and meeting at the restaurant would be easier than picking her up, so you text back:

6:00, Burger Joint.  I'll meet you there.

It's a you think.  Meanwhile, in her brain:

Is this a date?  Why isn't he picking me up?  He doesn't sound excited.  He would use an exclamation point if he was excited.  Crap.  I hope he still likes me.  What am I going to wear?  Will a dress make me look like I'm trying too hard?  I really want to wear that dress that he said he liked.  Maybe I should just do jeans and a t-shirt and put my hair in a ponytail so that he doesn't think I'm trying too hard.  But is that a good idea?  Jeans, t-shirt, hair down.  Yes.  That will be perfect.  I'd better go home and get ready.

The two of you finally meet up for the date, have a great time, and you give her a kiss goodnight.  As you head towards your car, you think:

Gosh, this was nice.  She's so pretty.  And fun.  I can't wait to see her again.  I hope my DVR didn't mess up, because I really wanted to catch that game.

And she thinks:

Yes!  He DOES like me!  I knew it!  This was perfect.  I can't wait to see him again.  I wonder if it's too soon to text him and tell him how much fun I had...ugh, I ate too many fries.

So, yes.  Women are over-thinkers.  We can't help it.  It doesn't mean that we're psychotic or that we're obsessed or that we're ready to boil a rabbit over you.  We're just insecure creatures who need a little reassurance every once in a while to know that we're on the right track.  It's just as exhausting as it sounds, and we don't like it any more than you do, so be patient with us.  And use exclamation points in your texts.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A Week In My Brain

A week in the brain of TB

Sunday:  I feel great!  What a beautiful day, and I look so pretty today!  I'm going to conquer the world!!

Monday:  Ah, Monday.  What a morning.  Bye, Hubby!  Have a nice day at work!  What shall we do, Kid?  Oh, you want to play Chutes and Ladders?  That's so adorable.  Let's do it, bud!  I'll write later, for sure.

Tuesday:  Gosh, writing last night was wonderful.  I really banged it out--halfway through my next screenplay, with two ready to go after that.  I'm so productive!  I think I'll do some more networking online--as soon as I can get the puppy to stop biting my feet and The Kid to stop begging me to play with him.  Maybe I can get him to watch a movie that I want to see...

Wednesday:  Last night wasn't quite as productive, but it was nice to get a few pages in.  Where's my Redbull and why am I so tired?  I forgot to eat again.  Better go buy some bread...I'll need that.  How about I listen to some new music that The Hubby suggested?  These girls are so talented--inspiring!  I need a haircut.

Thursday:  I guess I should do laundry and some housecleaning at some point this week.  Perhaps today.  Also, I really should get back into music.  I wrote and sang a lot of good stuff.  But, I also want to do the screenplays...definitely going to write tonight.  For sure.

Friday:  Everyone is better than me.  I don't even live in LA. anymore, how am I supposed to succeed as a screenwriter?  This is stupid.  I'm such a failure.  I think I'll listen to 80s Rock Anthems and eat Halloween candy while I catch up on the news and blogs...and spider solitaire.  I look terrible.  

Saturday:  Why does my husband have to work for 36 hours straight???  Why do I look and feel so disgusting???  When do I get a chance to write???  And why won't this child take a nap???  And why won't the puppy stop sinking it's pointy teeth of death into my feet and hands???  WHHHYYYYYYYY?????

...and then it starts all over again.  That is, if I'm lucky and I don't get stuck in a cycle of Fridays and Saturdays, which has been known to happen.  Help me.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The internet is weird.

I've been out in Rhode Island, visiting a friend, and all weekend the same conversation keeps coming up:  How did we come to live in a society where people live such a large portion of their lives online?

I'm guilty of it myself, clearly, as the purveyor of this blog, and holder of accounts on twitter, facebook, tumblr, and Google+.  I'm an admitted (though recovering) Facebook addict.  I'd like to delete my account altogether, because the entire site seems designed around making you feel inadequate.  People put their best foot forward.  They only show the good parts of their lives.  They wouldn't create photo albums detailing their messy homes or their failing relationships, but they post 200 pictures of their recent Hawaiian vacation, hoping to get comments like, "Oh, I'm so jealous!" to feel validated. People have begun living their lives through the lens of their iPhone and stopped living in the moment.  As a result, we get a warped view of what the world is like.  We think that everyone is happy and healthy and beautifully airbrushed with a drink in their hand, but that's not life.

I'm not saying that people should stop using Facebook or stop posting photos or stop being happy.  I just think the whole thing is very strange, and unsettling.  We've somehow evolved into a worldwide society of envious peeping toms, when in reality, the very people we admire and envy have their own set of problems and aren't likely any better off than we are.

The internet is weird.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I DEFINE Versatile.

It must be awards season, because I just got two of the same blog awards in one week.  How often does that happen?  Weird!

Apparently, I'm double-y versatile!

Yes, Brooke the food photographer (how cool is her job?) over at Cupcakes & Cucumbers AND the crafty Amanda Anne at Scrap Project 365 both found my blog award-worthy.  How sweet.  Thank you, ladies!

It's been a while since I've received a blog award, and I honestly can't remember if I've gotten this one before, since I throw them in the virtual closet rather than displaying them on a sidebar mantle, but they all seem to have some variation of the same rules:

1.  Accept the award and link back

2.  Provide 7 (or 5 or 10 or whatever) interesting factoids about yourself, then

3.  Pass it on to 10 (or 15 or 5) of your favorite (or recently discovered) bloggers.

Now, since I've done this before a few times and I'm running out of things to say about myself that others may find "interesting", I'm going to bend the rules a bit.

First, if you are new to this blog and want to read facts about me, you can click here & here to find out some of my deepest, darkest secrets.  Some of them actually are pretty juicy, not gonna lie.

The last time I didn't want to follow rules, I created my own, super-awesome award and sent it out to see the world, but who has the time and energy to do that twice?  This time, I'm going to list my top ten favorite songs of all time, with videos.  Does that seem random?  Well, deal with it.  I DO WHAT I WANT!

So, without further ado, I give you:

TB's Top 10 Favorite Songs of ALL-TIME
(in no particular order)

1.  "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" by Elton John

2.  "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House

3.  "Sweet Pain" by Cree Summer

 4.  "Paper Bag" by Fiona Apple

5.  "Be Be Your Love" by Rachael Yamagata

6.  "Near You Always" by Jewel


7.  "Open Arms" by Journey

8.  "Cryin'" by Aerosmith

9.  "Southern Cross" by Crosby Stills and Nash

10.  "Let Go" by Frou Frou

As you can see, I'm a bit of a sap.  Also, that was way harder than I thought it would be.  I'm sure I left one out.  I don't keep a running list on my computer of my favorite songs of all-time, but maybe I should, because this was REALLY difficult.  

Now, I will award some of you with this versatile blogger award!  I'm choosing people whose blogs I've recently discovered and have really enjoyed reading.  You guys should read them too.  They're entertaining.

If I choose you and you decide not to follow the rules, feel free to jaunt on over here and nab yourself an OMB! instead.  The rules for accepting that award are way more adventurous.  

And the prestigious blog awards go to...

1.  K at Sleep is SO 2009
3.  Beth at Be. Here. Now 
4.  The Actress at Frustrated Unemployed Actress
5.  ejc at I Save Lives
7.  The guy who writes Pedal and Petal 
8.  Rambling Hutch at Sporadic Sporkitudes 

Eight's kind of a weird number, but it's late and, if you haven't figured it out by now, I DO WHAT I WANT!!  Actually, if you think about it, my approach works very well for this particular award.  It is, after all, the VERSATILE blogger award.  What's more versatile than changing the entire award?

I'm hoping all of you who I gave awards to will read this and pick them up, so if you see your name on this list, leave me a comment.  If you don't leave me a comment, I will hunt you down and force you to accept the award at squirt gun point.  It's important.

If your name is not on this list and you're sad about it, you should stop waiting around for someone to give you a blog award and create your own.  It's fun!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Who ya gonna call?


All in a day's work.

I hope everyone had a happy Halloween!  As you can see, we went with a Ghostbusters theme this year.  I was really not in the mood to dress up, but I'm glad I did.  The Kid had a wonderful time bustin' me and The Hubby, and of course trick-or-treating.  He (thinks he) doesn't like nuts, so I get all the Snickers bars.  Score! 

I've been given a couple of very prestigious blog awards in the last few days, so I'll be accepting those coming up soon.  Thank you to those bloggers for thinking of me!
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