Category: Misc

We had a really nice weekend. We got to see a couple of movies (Cheaper by the Dozen, as mentioned, and a sneak preview of The Prince and Me, which was a really cute movie). And we spent lots of time in bed, reading The Boy Next Door and listening to the rain. We even got a bunch of work done. Excellent first weekend back.

Matt is forcing me to watch the Vandy-Stamford game on ESPN2. The Vanderbilt Women are apparently doing pretty well for themselves in this March Madness thingy. Good for them. The men got knocked out.

Anyhow, I only went to one Vandy B-ball (mens, sadly) game while I was in school. And I only averaged slightly better for football. See here's the problem. I'm five foot tall. Five foot nothin'. And everyone in the student section stands … for the *whole* game. And pretty much everyone is taller than me. Which means I couldn't ever see anything that's happening. And if you think a game is boring when you can see something, try not being able to see it at all. Yeesh. Poor Matt.

Oh and for those of you not in the know, Vandy's mascot is the Commodore. Yes, that's right. The commodore. I think it's a rank in the Navy that they don't have anymore. Someone (prolly my dad or Matt) told me that. Also that Cornelius Vanderbilt wasn't actually a commodore. “They” called him that because he was in shipping.

I swear. I had the lamest mascots. In high school, I was a Farmer and in college, I was a Commodore. Yeesh.

Done blathering now. Bye.

Procrastination! Lack of motivation!
Procrastination … a game I like to play.
First you take a book or two open them and read for a few.
Book or two, read for few… oh!

Procrastination! Lack of motivation.
Procrastionation … a game I like to play.
Then you file your DVDs … Ds and Cs 'fore Fs and Es.
Ds and Cs, Fs and Es ..oh!

Procrastination! Lack of motivation.
Procrastionation … a game I like to play.
Next you check your email box and read the one 'bout new Botox!
Email box, new Botox … oh!

Procrastination! Lack of motivation.
Procrastionation … a game I like to play.
Soon you're sitting on the sofa, watching junk like this week's Oprah.
Sitting sofa, watching Oprah … oh!

Procrastination! Lack of motivation.
Procrastionation … a game I like to play.
It's a slipperly sliding thing … 'fore you know it, it's next spring.
Sliding thing, soon it's Spring … oh!

Procrastination! Lack of motivation.
Procrastionation … a game I like to play.
Get up off your lazy butt. Work's rewarding … well somewhat.

Well we're home. Yeesh. We left Nice (Villefranche) yesterday at like 6 AM France time and we have barely stopped since then. We took a 5.5 hour train to Paris, stayed overnight, and then took the train to the airport, plane to Chicago, bus to Janesville, and the car home. Woo! We'll pick the puppy up tomorrow. Little sis, whose flight was cancelled, should get home tomorrow too.

It was a great trip. Pictures and commentary will be coming soon …

So we're going on vacation soon and May is going to stay with a co-worker of Matt's. So yesterday we took her out to their house to meet them and their dog and check out her home-away-from-home. She met the dog … they sniffed each other and we started talking to May's host parents about our upcoming trip. All of a sudden, we look over and there's May having a squat in the corner of their dining room. That's right! Our classy classy dog was doing her business right on their dining room carpet. Way to make an impression, May!

I still don't know why she did it. Nervousness? Wanting to mark her territory? She'd had ample opportunity just minutes before … but oh no. Yeesh. Luckily it was err … umm.. solid. And no stains.
Ick.

I didn't know what to post this morning, so I thougt I'd give The Friday Five a try.

What was
1. …your first grade teacher's name?
Mrs. Sanchez, but she left half way through our year to have twins, so we had a “permanent” substitute called Mrs. Robinson.

2. …your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
I don't know … Smurfs probably.

3. …the name of your very first best friend?
Lukie, probably. We let the rabbits out of their cages at nursery school (or so I'm told … I don't have any personal recollection of this event)

4. …your favorite breakfast cereal?
Corn Pops!

5. …your favorite thing to do after school?
Probably drawing …

My computer has been sick. It's been going on for quite a while and now htey really think they've got it figured out. They think it was just a bum memory chip. The nice fellow from Dell came over and replaced it this morning along with the power cable that was fraying and the clip that keeps the battery in which had disappeared. So now it's running with full memory again … thank goodness.

Matt got me up daaaaamn early this morning so I could have breakfast with him.

Here's what I don't like:
Getting up daaaamn early.

Here's what I like:
Having brekkie with Matt

I am now annoyed with myself because I forgot to take a picture of Matt in his new glasses and now he's off at work and I only get that small window of time when he's actually home to remember to take a picture.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy. Feet cold. I have come to the following conclusion. Miranda is not the Sex and the City girl who I would want around in a crisis. I think I'd take Charlotte. Carrie's too self-absorbed.

I dunno why, but I just feel like crawling back in bed. I'm not tired still, really, but bed just kinda sounds like a nice place to be. I woke up with pain in my neck and shoulders – I must have slept on it wrong – and I'm kind of cold and bed just seems real nice. Drag the laptop … put it on the TV tray … hmmm… I just don't know. Probably better stay away from bed. That just screams “day of sloth!”

I'm watching Get Packing while I work. Two guys (or girls) snoop through a girl's (or guy's) apartment and pack a suitcase for her (or him) to take on a trip. Best suitcas gets girl (or guy) and trip. It's a sort of good show. But they have “coaches” that help the contestants pack. And there's this one called Janet. She's “fashion consultant” who usually shows up lookign like a hooker and is so freaking opinionated and rude and overbearing I want to reach into the TV screen and ring her fake-baked neck. The other thing about the show is in that the 20 or so I've watched, I think I've only seen one episode where the pair have any interest in hearing from each other after they go on the little trip. That's pretty sad.

If you have a British accent, you can be sophisticated bad ass like Bond or Sark (from Alias). If you have a Italian accent, you can have whole mafia thing going. You have the stereotypical bad ass Brooklyn cabbie. You can even sound like a bad ass Red Neck if you’re from the south. But, I’m sorry to say, you just can’t sound like a bad ass when you speak like you’re from Wisconsin.

We were in Denny’s tonight (one of the only 24 hour restaurants around here), waiting to pay, and there were a couple of kids just hanging out. They weren’t doing anything special, just hanging out, but you could tell by the way they dressed they though they were the shit. I didn’t really think anything of it until I heard on them talk. When they did, it was all I could do to keep from laughing. I don’t remember what they said and it really wasn’t important, but what I do remember was this thick Wisconsin accent. I was like getting in a cab in Manhattan, noticing that he hasn’t shaved in shave or changed his beater in three days, then hearing, “where you going to, eh?” It just didn’t sound right at all. Completely ruined the entire image.