Thursday, February 28, 2008
90% Dennis Kucinich
87% Mike Gravel
86% Chris Dodd
85% John Edwards
85% Barack Obama
81% Hillary Clinton
81% Joe Biden
78% Bill Richardson
37% Rudy Giuliani
27% John McCain
20% Ron Paul
20% Mike Huckabee
20% Mitt Romney
16% Tom Tancredo
11% Fred Thompson
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I had to be totally honest with myself though...I mean, really when did I plan on listening to Roxy Music's Avalon again? It's a great CD but....I've evolved I guess. It was appropriate for a time in my life that I don't need to go back to and couldn't comfortably fit in if I tried. (Having said that, don't for one second think that I trashed my Robbie Williams cd's. He will always have a place in my collection you elitist musical snobs! Cheesy Brit-Pop rules!) I guess if I evolve further I will be moving all my music on to the computer and getting rid of the cd's altogether. I cannot bring myself to do that though. Baby steps.
(As a side note to Dawn, unless I get the courage to leave your book at the doorstep of a certain across-the-street neighbor with an insanely junk filled garage, you're gonna be getting it back because it's been cluttering my book shelf for far too long.)
In other news, we bought the boy a new bike. His was getting too small and too junky and since the bike is his main form of transportation to and from school, it was time for a new one. Despite the fact that I can ride it comfortably, I'm intimidated by his new bike. Actually maybe because I can ride it comfortably, I'm intimidated by his new bike. It is big, bright yellow, and very "big kid." My son isn't little anymore. I can almost wear his clothes, that is if I wanted to dress like a nine year old boy.
This time next week the man and I will be in Savannah. I cannot wait. We have no scheduled plans when we get there other than wandering the city and eating. It should be fun.
I suppose that's all for now. Well, I actually have a few other things floating around in my head but I'm not sure if I'm ready to unleash them on the world yet. Stay tuned I guess.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I've been reading a lot about how the cost of certain foods(wheat, dairy, coffee) is going up but I definitely saw it myself this morning.
Every Thursday, shoved inside our newspaper is the Publix flyer. I sit at the table with my coffee and thumb through it, seeing if there are any specials on foods that I know the family will eat. This week they had some good deals on a lot of kid friendly stuff: cereal, yogurt, fruit cups, mac and cheese, and couscous. So I made a special trip. I only meant to pick up the things mentioned and maybe some milk and produce. I spent $100. Now I know $100 isn't a lot but we just spent $298 last week. Plus, we made a few trips earlier in the week totaling about $90. And I haven't even been to Target yet to buy diapers, wipes, cleansers, toothpaste, etc. That's what I'm doing tomorrow and if I can get out spending less than $50 it will be a miracle. (Now keep in mind, all of this is for a family of four. Although my mom and her husband live with us, they buy their own food.)
I just went into the kitchen and did inventory and although we have a lot in there, it doesnt seem as if it's almost $500 worth of food.
Now to be fair, I buy a lot of organic produce and organic dairy. But in all honesty, lately the organic produce isn't much more than the conventional produce. Sometimes when I get it on sale, it's even less. Plus, any extra money I spend on organic food can be cancelled out by the fact that I don't buy a lot of meat, cold cuts, and cookies. Also, I have no qualms about buying "store brand" items.
I was looking through old checkbook registers and three years ago we spent about $220 every two weeks with usually a small trip or two in between totaling about $50. So, in essence if you include the Target trip I'm making tomorrow, our grocery bill has doubled in the last three years. We basically eat the same stuff and lately we waste very little---mostly everything gets eaten. It just seems to cost a whole lot more.
This is a situation I'm sure a lot of people in America are facing, but there doesn't really seem to be anything we can do about it. I can't not buy food.
So, I'm curious to know if you've noticed a rise in prices as well or is my family just filled with hogs?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Well last night, after having not seen the movie for 12 or so years, I watched it and I gotta say....this movie SUCKS! What did I ever see in this film?!?! The story is thin and the whole premise is just lame.
The thing that bothers me the most is the way Lelaina somehow feels she is forced to choose between Troy (Ethan Hawke---more later about how much I hate him) and Michael (Ben Stiller). Troy is a lazy, pretentious, idiot who thinks he is a lot smarter than he actually is. Michael doesn't think he's all that smart or clever but is still basically a dope---well, a dope with a good job. Wow---such appealing options. Why couldn't Lelaina see that both of these men are idiots who are totally wrong for her and just stay single a bit longer? I am certainly not an optimist when it comes to life but even I feel that life gives you more than two choices and you shouldn't feel you have to choose between the lesser of whatever two evils show up on your doorstep. Even though I thought this was a major flaw in the movie, I was trying to overlook it and rekindle my love with the rest of it. But I couldn't.
In places where this movie could have done some real good, it just sort of dropped the ball. For instance, Vickie (Janeane Garofalo), who is kinda slutty, has a friend who tests positive for HIV so she decides to get tested too. Long story short, she's negative but then we hear nothing more about her! We don't know if she changes her ways, she seems to just completely fall out of the movie.
The same thing basically happened to gay, celibate Sammy. He comes out to his mom and she doesn't take it well, throwing him out of the house. Other than a scene where he's sitting in a diner talking to another guy, we don't find anything else out about him.
Back to Ethan Hawke. Being of the generation that I am, I've always felt obligated to like him. It's expected of me. But as I watched this movie I realized that I've always wanted to like him much more than I actually like him. I hate him. He spends the entire movie greasy and unwashed which is somehow suppose to equate artsy rebellion. I'm not feeling it.
Maybe I hated this movie so much because I'm no longer young and I know that life sucks and it's only going to get a whole lot harder for Lelaina. In ten years, when she's had two kids, is working full time, and Troy STILL isn't working----that's when Reality really starts to Bite. This movie took two people with actual problems, Vickie and Sammy, and shoved them to the side and forced us to watch Lelaina manage her petty problem of choosing a boy.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Zune commercial that has a girl jumping through various doorways, pools of water, picture frames, etc...., all set to Rogue Wave's "Lake Michigan"---love it. I find the girl slightly irritating so I try to not look at her and just enjoy the song. I think what bothers me most about her is the outfit she sports. I owned an outfit like that back in 1996 when I was the assistant manager at Contempo Casuals. (Don't think I didn't think I was the shit.) The outfit so resembles one I had that I half expect one of the doorways she jumps through to be my closet at my parents old house. Anyways, the outfit didn't work then and it doesn't work now.
Another commercial with a great song is the new Macbook commercial with "New Soul" by Yael Naim.
Such a beautiful voice she has.
Now I know the "A Diamond is Forever" commercials are way corny but I love them and I have to admit, sometimes I might get a little teary eyed at them. This one is my favorite:
The song is "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" by Landon Pigg.
It seems that lately, I'm enjoying the songs on commercials much more than the songs on the radio, which pisses me off because I allow XM to deduct $17 from my account every month so that I don't have to hear crappy music. My husband has access to the satellite radio more than I do but yet it seems that every time I get into the car I am forced to listen to "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" by the Spin Doctors. I don't know why almost every XM station feels the need to play it and I don't know what morons are still requesting it be played. I hate this song!! I would take out a no money down, adjustable rate mortgage on my house to pay every radio station in America to NEVER play this song again. THAT'S how much I hate it. I remember a few years back the lead singer, Chris Barron, had some sort of throat problems and all the music magazines told me he would never sing again. I was freaking overjoyed!!! But they all lied because by some miracle of Satan he was back at it a few years later.Oh and just for the record, I hate the song in this commercial:
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The Good Wife's Guide
From Housekeeping Monthly, 13 May, 1955.View the original article as a graphic
*Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
*Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
*Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
*Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
*During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
*Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
*Be happy to see him.
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
*Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
*Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
*Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
*Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
*Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
*A good wife always knows her place.
I'm a terrible wife.
I had no idea that "catering to my husbands comfort" would provide me with "immense personal satisfaction". No wonder I've felt so empty all these years. Apparently all I needed to do is clean more, talk less, and put on a little extra makeup. Or "put a ribbon" in my hair.
Jay, my mom, and the boy were a big help to me yesterday. But the period of time after Jay went to work and before my mom got home was kind of strange. I think I dozed off for a while but in the background could hear the kids yelling and fighting. There is nothing worse than trying to take care of kids while you are sick. Okay, I'm sure there are much worse things, but when you're so sick that it hurts to roll over it's hard to imagine anything worse than tending to the rugrats in the other room. At one point I woke up and my mouth tasted like barf and dry toast so I grabbed some gum that was on the nightstand. Because it hurt to move, I just laid on my back perfectly still, chewing gum. The girl came in and was intrigued by the "gubble gum" I had in my mouth and insisted I blow bubbles. Over and over. For probably about 30 minutes. Each time I blew a bubble she would touch it with her hands, hands that didn't look as if they had been washed in a while. Pretty soon my gum tasted like dirt, which can be attributed to the fact that it actually had bits of dirt in it. I told her she needed to go wash her hands and face. Then I think I told the boy to go wash her for me, but because he is the human incarnation of Pig Pen from Peanuts, I don't think it got done until my mom came home.
I'm feeling better today but still kinda goofy-headed. I have a lot of housework to catch up on though. The first night of my sickness, the cat we have not-so-affectionately named "Polly Pissy Pants", pissed all over Jay. Technically, she pissed all over the sheets and duvet while he was sleeping. We are not sure why she does this or why Jay is her only target. She apparently has Daddy issues. Whatever the reason, I have a lot of bed linens to clean today. Last night Jay and I had to make do with some clean sheets and a Mr. Potato Head blanket. (Note to self: Buy more blankets for adults.)
Here is a picture of Polly, caught in a rare moment of not peeing on my husband:
She is a beautiful cat but might find herself living in the backyard if she doesn't shape up soon.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
So on to the update....
My son is taking the writing portion of the FCAT this week and is very nervous. He always does well enough on these types of things but the FCAT is pressure filled. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
As previously alluded to, Jay and I are going to Savannah for a few days at the end of the month. We've made the hotel reservations so now I officially have something to look forward to. I've never been to Savannah so I'm excited.
I didn't go to this month's book club because I wasn't able to finish Suite Francaise due to my inability to do anything that bores the living shit out of me. I will be going to next month's meeting though. I've already finished Revolutionary Road and look forward to discussing it with my old lady friends. Right now I'm reading Maus and I'm enjoying it. In case you don't know, Maus is a graphic novel about the Holocaust. Mice are the Jews and cats are the Nazis. I'm kinda a cat person and it's hard for me to imagine any of my cats being Nazis but it is a very good book.
Something to look forward to in the near future: This weeks episode of Celeb Rehab with Dr. Drew. In case you missed last week's episode (and I'm sure you did), it was revealed that one of the reasons Daniel Baldwin left was because he had been texting pictures of his schlong to ex-porn star Mary Carey. For the record, Baldwin is married and his non-druggie wife was home being pregnant with their child. So yeah, kinda scuzzy. I love the Baldwins and in some circles, mainly ones that I'm in, they are referred to as Americas royalty. But they make very bad decisions.
Well, it's almost time for the boy to be home plus I smell a dirty diaper that I can no longer ignore so I best be going.
The name. Honestly, I couldn't think of one. I tried to think about all the things I write about when I blog and I couldn't really lump them all into one group in a way that would make coming up with a catchy title easy. I write about my kids and hubby, books, celebs, TV, friends, problems with extended family, etc.....I'm extremely sensitive but also can be whiny and nasty. Who wants to read a blog titled "Sensitive, Whiny, and Nasty"?
My blogs, much like my personality, are made up of lots of different parts that don't always fit together.
You know how you go to TJ Maxx and you see a really cute shirt and it's exactly your size and your style but then you look at the tag and it has IRREGULAR slapped on it so then you have to inspect the shirt and try to find all it's flaws? Or maybe the flaws are obvious? Well anyway, that's what my blog is: Irregular. Like a three legged pair of jeans or shirt missing the head hole. Now that I'm thinking about this a bit more I'm not sure I'm sticking with that name because who would want a shirt without the head hole? Eh, screw it. That's my name and I'm sticking with it.