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Best gift ever

Get this for everyone on your list. And me. I'm not kidding. I really do want this.

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We all love I can has cheezburger and I can has hot dog and such, I mean cute animals make everyone happy.

This blog takes it a step further...

lazy-ass

This is hilarious:


This is my lazy pile of fur:


I know I could never handle energy like that crazy snow-dog, but come on - mine is sleeping with 2 blankets and a pillow. Seriously.

McCreeping

McDonald's new ad campaign for McNuggets is cracking me up.

Cheating

My husband's family must be terrified of buying each other something the other doesn't like. Either they're all terrible at pretending they love it or they don't know enough about each other to make educated guesses on gifts. I won't say which option I believe is to be true**, but the list-making was a new concept for me when I joined this family. Everyone makes lists of things they want and nothing is bought that's not on the list. I've even transferred the lists into my side of the family. I've got my mom buying me gifts off of both my and my husband's list.

On one hand, I love it - it's like having my own personal wedding registry every year. On the other hand, I'm doing exactly what I did with my wedding registry - cheating. I already know today (12/7) what I'm getting for my holiday gifts. I asked for a camera and I know I'm getting it, so I'm reading the manual online now. This way, when I open it on Christmas, I can work it right away :).

I am a bad person.


**sidenote - my father-in-law never makes a list. One year my sister-in-law bought him Arthur 2: On the Rocks (the Dudley Moore movie). Another year, my husband bought him a cake from the grocery store. This may help explain the need for lists in this family...

I just want her to succeed

I have insomnia and when I wake up in the night, this is in my head. I think somehow, she has put subliminal messages in there so that I can't get it out of my head. I don't even like it. I mean, she looks great - but she also looked incredibly sad in that MTV "documentary".

I do love me some Britney though and let's hope that whatever cocktail of meds they have her on and whatever lockdown they keep her on works out.

stressed

I am very stressed these days and I can't seem to find a healthy/ productive/ sensible way to deal with my stress. So far, I have tried crying, yelling, fighting with my husband, not getting out of bed, slamming my office door in people's faces and eating copious amounts of salami.

Here's what I should be doing: exercising and not procrastinating. Today on WikiHow, there was a highlighted article on how to not procrastinate, so here is my tip o' the day:

"Focus on starting, instead of on finishing"**














**look people, I'll try anything.

Remissness

Not a word used often, perhaps the awkward way it falls out of your mouth when you speak is the cause of that.

However, I have been largely remiss in my blogging. I've hit that 2 month mark where I decide if I actually want to continue, or if I pack up and forget it.

I'm going to forge ahead and hope that I have something I want to write about (let alone something people may want to read about).

Soundtrack of my life

A. Who doesn't love Death Cab?
2. Big Sur was, to me, one of Kerouac's most readable "stories".
III. The decision to open Narrow Stairs with this song was perfect. It made me listen, in one sitting, to the entire album. And, although this is not my favorite DCFC album, this is my favorite song on it.
In conclusion, I haven't seen them support this album live, but this song makes me want to b/c I've seen these mofos live and they probably kill this song, as they do below.

Poppy is my homegirl

Go see this movie:


So flipping cute. The main character is excruciatingly happy, which is usually a turnoff for me, but I loved Poppy. Her banter with virtually every character was so unforced and flowed so nicely.

Also - Scott, the driving instructor is as creepy here as he was in 21 Grams.

Yes, it's awesome...

...but not completely awesome. For lack of words that describe the situation correctly, please refer here.

Change is still needed and we should continue to work toward rights for all.

vote.vote.vote.

Whatever you do tomorrow...

...MAKE SURE YOU VOTE

Junior Senator John F. Kennedy was nominated to be the presidential candidate by the Democratic party on July 15, 1960.

In his acceptance speech, entitled "The New Frontier", Kennedy challenged the nation to "be not afraid, neither be dismayed" in the face of adversity.

John F.Kennedy was criticized
for being catholic
for his lack of experience
for his age
for his political ideology
for being idealistic

Kennedy narrowly defeated Richard Milhous Nixon (49.7% to 49.5%) and became the 35th President of the United States.

The eyes of the world are upon us. Please vote in the upcoming election.

ebay is evil

Ebay makes me want things.things.things.
like this:

and this:

and this:

and this:

Alas, I cannot afford these elaborate purchases right now.
sadface.
If you can, I hate you, but bid away.
(can be found here, here, here)

Soundtrack of my life

Here's one I just randomly hear in my head...

Aqualung - Brighter than Sunshine

I have loved this dude forever and this song is both scary and uplifting.

Red Ombre jacket, I love you

I'm broke. The hubs and I are saving up for something huge, so I'm trying to be good. This means internet window shopping only.

One site = One outfit:

All can be found at Urban Outfitters: here, here and here.
I am drooling over the jacket and want it now. It's under $100 - does that count as saving?

Less than a week away

I am a political animal. I feel incredibly strongly about my candidate this year, but I feel even stronger about exercising my right to have a say in history. When all is said and done, 537 people decided an election that devastated me 8 years ago. We all know 537 people. Think about it; your family, your social circle, all the co-workers you've ever had. Your facebook, myspace, twitter, linkedin contacts. Surely, that adds up to 537.

So, if you do nothing else next week: vote. Just vote. call in sick the whole week if you need to and revel in the fact that people die to get the right you are born with. Think about the fact that you may be a tiny part of an incredible history-making moment. Think about the fact that you do have a voice and even if your candidate doesn't win, you can legitimately say "Don't blame me, I didn't vote for him". Think about whatever the hell will make you get off your ass and stand in line and fill out your ballot.



And if none of this makes you want to vote - see me, I'll buy you a case of beer or a bottle of wine or something, if you can prove to me that you did it.

Go get it!

For those of you not smug enough to drive a hybrid (like me and my white self) - go get gas!

I love this

via a cup of jo

Brilliant!

Just click here.

Soundtrack of my life

Ugh, I didn't want to give in to my wannabe local hipster yearnings, but Band of Horses finally sucked me in. I can't shake this song and it sticks every time I hear it.

It's weird - I do not feel this way about anybody. ANYBODY. I genuinely feel like someone will love every single person I've ever loved better than I did. I'm a jerk and I'm selfish and I'm needy. But...this song kills me.

foreign doggers

FYI: I hate war; it's awful and bad and completely unnecessary. However: this is a good cause.

family roles

When someone grows up as an only child with half a family (a pretty small one, I must say) - that someone becomes increasingly interested in family roles and relationships and how they affect us as we get older.

I know I'm not alone, and I think the documentary on Mark Oliver Everett's "quest" to find his father will be. Why can't BBC4 be one of my channels?

I adore The Eels, and Mark Oliver Everett is one of my favorite people I don't know.

Soundtrack of my life

1. Just because I absolutely love this song
2. Just because I had the best moment today when I called someone out that makes me crazy
3. Just because I love Bright Eyes, but not Connor Oberst by himself
4. Just because this song reminds me of my wedding day and then makes me feel cheesy
5. Just because in a fit of rage, I can listen to this 3x and then feel better...

First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes from I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning is the next addition to the soundtrack that I call my life.

sometimes I love where I live

I was blithely walking my dog on Friday and happened upon this:

By Saturday morning, it had been written all over - some nice things, some not so nice things, but I'm pleased I captured it in pristine condition. It made me swell with pride that I live in a weird little hipster/white trash enclave.

I was so hipster in 7th grade

In 7th grade, I had this shirt:

I bought it at merry-go-round and I wore it with white shorts or jeans. I LOVED it. It was up there with my guess and bongo jeans.

So, lo and behold, I'm perusing the American Apparel website today and see this:

I quote: "made with a temperature sensitive pigment that changes between two colors - one when cold, one when warm."

I looked it up on wikipedia, which is ALWAYS accurate and have concluded that these 2 shirts are one and the same.

Hypercolor vs. Thermochromatic, nineties vs. noughties, gen x or y or millenials, take your pick. EVERYBODY loves a shirt that changes with heat.

e.coli!

My dog has e coli. poor thing.

Soundtrack of my life

1. This song is lame.
2. I LOVE this song.
3. It's a great gym song.
4. It's part of today's soundtrack.

Black Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach - Anxiety
(and yes, Fergie Ferg is rocking a side pony with a visor)

Wish I was...

Growing up, I loved the Huxtables. They are the only family that has ever made me want kids. And you better believe if I have them, they will sing and dance at my will as this teevee family does.

Embedding is disable on this one, but just as good:
Season 3 - Golden Anniversary

drool...

$398 at shopbop

I ha-want this for fall.
and this one:

$340

canada anyone?

how did you do?
I nailed it in 4 minutes.

dang it, bless your heart, etc, etc.

best.public.service.announcement.ever

check this out:

5-4-3-2-1

Q: What do:

• 5 guys hitting on me (really, 4: one of the guys tried twice)
  
• 4 times a 66-year-old told me she was retired "summathatime" (she had a helluva mustache)
  
• 3 peanut butter tasty-kakes consumed (one of them had randomly flipped over in the package)
  
• 2 movies watched (meet the parents and last holiday)
• 1 fight/negotiation with a parking garage attendant ($30 doesn't always mean $30...)
  

have in common?

A: Jury duty

Soundtrack of my life

Last night, I had a terrible dream about dying in a plane crash. It was real and vivid and for about 45.7 seconds after it shook me out of slumber, I wanted to shake my atheist ways and believe in an afterlife.

Anywho...it made me think of this Eels song-p.s. you rock my world from electro-shock blues


ps. i looked up die at http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary-the positive explanation is way better. I pick that one:

To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such dreams may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something.

On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent involvement in deeply painful relationships or unhealthy, destructive behaviors. You may feeling depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone who is terminally ill or dying. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation.

Terror-loving terrorist

Best part of election '08?

Hands down!

Wish I was...

How great was Freaks and Geeks? Everyone always identified with Lindsey Weir, but I was feeling Kim Kelly all the way. Think about high school:
1. crappy car - check
2. fondness of the herbal refreshment - check
3. relationship based on physical, but that once in awhile verges on sweet - check
4. don't care about school - check
5. tight-ass jeans - check

I like to imagine that Kim Kelly waited tables for 2 years, went to community college and then went on to university to get a business degree and become a successful real estate agent. I think she got married young to a rich guy, got divorced about 2 years later with some re-dick alimony and was rich after that forever more.

She went on to marry at 32 to a 25-year-old artist (that wasn't successful). They live in a loft in Buffalo or something. Somewhere not-so-cool, that has a few cool neighborhoods.

Maths

5 weddings + 1 bachelorette weekend away + 2 bridal showers
________________________________
7 weeks
=
KILLING ME.

I'm broke, I'm tired, I'm sick of champagne (GASP!) and I'm too old for this sh*t.

I can't wait until November. seriously.can.not.wait. I will go to the movies, I will go to the farmer's market, I will hike with dogger and I will sleep. It will be loverly.

Superpowers?

This is why Republicans can still win elections. Unfortunately, fear propels choices.

Soundtrack of my life

Remember that terrible show Ally McBeal? (Confession: I loved it at the time.) She had a soundtrack. I think it was one song that always played when she felt hot, or maybe another song that played when she made a mistake.

I, like many other laydees that grew up in the age of cds and mp3s, have a version of a soundtrack. Certain songs speak to me, and depending on what kind of week/night/day/weekend I have, my soundtrack changes.

This past weekend I attended a wedding of a college friend. I saw people I hadn't seen in 10 years, and thought about things I rarely think of anymore. In honor of that, my songs of the week need to convey 20-year-old angst and ridiculousness and everything in between:

1. Jem - Come On Closer (from Finally Woken)

2. Damien Rice - Elephant (from 9)

doggers are the best

check this out

ummm, what?

Is this laydee for serious?