A quote from Moviefone Guy on Headline News in reference to the new movie Hustle and Flow: "That movie is the shiznit and it will keep them krumping in the streets, yo." It pains me to hear (and see) people attempt to speak ill-fitting slang.
For those of you who can't translate this, he recommends the movie.
Update: 7/25/05
CK and I went to see this yesterday and Moviefone Guy was actually right on the mark (while being quite cheesy). CK posted a brief review on the fount.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Household Roles
Recently CK and I spent a night working on our hobbies. Both of us came away with residue from our hobby stuck under our fingernails. One of us had chocolate ganache remains and the other had wood stain. Stereotypes would place me slaving away in the kitchen and CK hard at work in the basement. Not so in our household.
When we got married, I secretly longed for the "Power Tool Party" that was thrown for CK. I was so excited to see what tools he reaped. He (I) got a circular saw, several ratchet sets, a power drill, a tool box, and oh, so much more! I could have done a happy dance seeing his (soon to be my) spoils! CK is the baker and chef in our house. Don't get me wrong, I cook, when I feel like it - which is rare. I do make a mean shrimp gumbo. If we decide on sandwiches, I am usually finished eating mine before he has even finished building his masterpiece.
I could spend hours browsing row by row of any hardware supercenter. CK on the other hand would much prefer the Beyond (kitchen wares) part of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I could take an hour deciding on which laser tape measure I want; he could spend hours deciding on which pepper mill is better. I have burns and scars from hot glue guns and razors; CK has scars from hot ovens and sharp knives. Household roles are interesting.
When we got married, I secretly longed for the "Power Tool Party" that was thrown for CK. I was so excited to see what tools he reaped. He (I) got a circular saw, several ratchet sets, a power drill, a tool box, and oh, so much more! I could have done a happy dance seeing his (soon to be my) spoils! CK is the baker and chef in our house. Don't get me wrong, I cook, when I feel like it - which is rare. I do make a mean shrimp gumbo. If we decide on sandwiches, I am usually finished eating mine before he has even finished building his masterpiece.
I could spend hours browsing row by row of any hardware supercenter. CK on the other hand would much prefer the Beyond (kitchen wares) part of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I could take an hour deciding on which laser tape measure I want; he could spend hours deciding on which pepper mill is better. I have burns and scars from hot glue guns and razors; CK has scars from hot ovens and sharp knives. Household roles are interesting.
Friday, July 15, 2005
I've turned into one of those people...
who order from HSN. I was trying to wake up yesterday and surfing the morning news when I passed the Home Shopping Network. On the screen was this man cutting glass, tile, marble, and much more with little or no effort.
Why sould I care? Because I spent the forth of July weekend cutting 100 tiny 1.5 inch eight sided mirrors for an order. While it wasn't too difficult, it looked much easier with his special tool. So, I ordered it yesterday. Will it exceed my expectations? Probably not. Will it meet my expectations? Probably not. Does it hurt to spend $20 to try it out? Probably not.
Why sould I care? Because I spent the forth of July weekend cutting 100 tiny 1.5 inch eight sided mirrors for an order. While it wasn't too difficult, it looked much easier with his special tool. So, I ordered it yesterday. Will it exceed my expectations? Probably not. Will it meet my expectations? Probably not. Does it hurt to spend $20 to try it out? Probably not.
I'm SO Excited!
And I just cant hide it...
But I can't blog about it yet. (No, Bamamammy, we are not yet providing you with grandchild number 7.)
But I can't blog about it yet. (No, Bamamammy, we are not yet providing you with grandchild number 7.)
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Hmmm.
I was channel surfing while I checked my email this AM and came across something interesting on QVC. I stopped because I was intrigued by the DVD camcorder. I was distracted because the guy presenting the camcorder was wearing a gold chain bracelet. Did I miss the moment where they announced it was acceptable for men to wear bracelets. Didn't they watch the Friends episode (Season 2, episode 38) where Joey gave Chandler a charm bracelet and it didn't end well.
Anyway...
Anyway...
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Get your toy, Mr. B
Whenever we move from one floor to another floor around our house, you are bound to hear the phrase, "Get your toy, Mr. B". What follows is our dog, blog name Mr. B, frantically moving from one toy to another toy trying to decide which toy he wants to move to the upstairs/downstairs. This afternoon during his selection process, he mouthed a squeek hedghog (former favorite), moved on to the "skin" of a stuffed anteater, nosed a Kong, and settled on - with great delight - a... water bottle.
He has a toy bin on each floor FULL of toys. Dog toys aren't cheap, yet once a month when we make our run to the pet store for dog food I feel compelled to pick him up another toy. He dances with joy when we walk in the door with the bag (I assume he can smell the pet store). When he gets the toy, he low-butt-runs (as we call it) around the house as if that moment is the best moment of his life.
Over the last few months, he has decided that plastic water bottles are his new favorite. He is as excited to receive one of those (maybe more) as he is when he gets a new toy. Currently he has 5 within view from my seat here in the living room. Ocassionally he will get out of the other recliner and rediscover a bottle, L-B-running around with joy.
We pick up a case full of joy at "the Wal-mart" once a week...if only life for people were as simple.
He has a toy bin on each floor FULL of toys. Dog toys aren't cheap, yet once a month when we make our run to the pet store for dog food I feel compelled to pick him up another toy. He dances with joy when we walk in the door with the bag (I assume he can smell the pet store). When he gets the toy, he low-butt-runs (as we call it) around the house as if that moment is the best moment of his life.
Over the last few months, he has decided that plastic water bottles are his new favorite. He is as excited to receive one of those (maybe more) as he is when he gets a new toy. Currently he has 5 within view from my seat here in the living room. Ocassionally he will get out of the other recliner and rediscover a bottle, L-B-running around with joy.
We pick up a case full of joy at "the Wal-mart" once a week...if only life for people were as simple.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Marathon TV
Holiday weekends are notorious for marathon runs of popular TV shows. On Saturday I spent the entire day (from 9 am to 8 pm) watching The 4400 on USA Network. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't just sitting around wasting my day watching TV. While I watched I worked on an order for 400 frames that I have pending, so essentially I was getting paid to watch TV. I also wanted to see the first season of The 4400 because the show intrigued me and contrary to this post, I don't really watch that much TV. I recommend the show, I enjoy it almost as much as Lost.
Today, I am watching the marathon of Monk, also on USA. And, yes, I am still making frames. For those of you who aren't familiar with the show Monk, I will give a brief review. Monk is a former detective who is stricken with a severe case of obsessive/compulsive disorder. (Thus the former detective). The show revolves around Adrian Monk assisting in solving cases while working around his OCD. That said, CK and I enjoy the show. We don't watch it often because, as I said, we don't watch that much TV. I hate to admit how much Monk reminds me of CK - and myself. We aren't as extreme, but our kids (yet to be conceived) will probably have no hope.
An example of our issue(s) to amuse you: We have gone a few times to a restaurant that offers peanuts to be shelled and eaten while you wait for your meal. You are supposed to throw the shells on the floor, that is apparently the "fun" of eating the peanuts. CK and I will eat the peanuts and make a tidy pile of shells on the table until they bring the bread plates, then the peanut shells are quickly moved off the table and onto the plate. Neither one of us can force ourselves to throw the shells on the floor. We tried.
Today, I am watching the marathon of Monk, also on USA. And, yes, I am still making frames. For those of you who aren't familiar with the show Monk, I will give a brief review. Monk is a former detective who is stricken with a severe case of obsessive/compulsive disorder. (Thus the former detective). The show revolves around Adrian Monk assisting in solving cases while working around his OCD. That said, CK and I enjoy the show. We don't watch it often because, as I said, we don't watch that much TV. I hate to admit how much Monk reminds me of CK - and myself. We aren't as extreme, but our kids (yet to be conceived) will probably have no hope.
An example of our issue(s) to amuse you: We have gone a few times to a restaurant that offers peanuts to be shelled and eaten while you wait for your meal. You are supposed to throw the shells on the floor, that is apparently the "fun" of eating the peanuts. CK and I will eat the peanuts and make a tidy pile of shells on the table until they bring the bread plates, then the peanut shells are quickly moved off the table and onto the plate. Neither one of us can force ourselves to throw the shells on the floor. We tried.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Meme's the Word.
For those of you who are like me and have to ask "What in the world is a Meme?" here is a definition from Wikipedia. The term meme refers to any piece of information passed from one mind to another. I have been tagged with a meme from CK at The Fount so I guess I am it. Here goes...
The Three's Meme
Three Nicknames - Melon, Lizard (not stealing this from Invisible Lizard, this was my camp name when I was a counselor), and Lissy.
Three Things I Like About Myself – I am creative, artistic, and taught myself everything I know about computers and web design.
Three Things That Scare Me - Being touched by a fish while swimming, having someone drop in to visit when I haven't cleaned the house in a few days (weeks, months), and coming home to find my house burned down with my dog, tortoise, and bird still inside.
Three Everyday Essentials - bottle of water, hooded sweatshirt, piece of fruit.
Three Things I'm Wearing Right Now – red sweatpants, gray U of I t-shirt, red hoody.
Three Fave Bands Growing Up – Skid Row,
2 Truths and a Lie - My grandfather had polio and was a quadriplegic, my dad is a rocket scientist, I was born in
Three Things I Can't Do Without – Music, my laptop, Pacific Coast feather comforter.
Three Things I Can Certainly Live Without – washing dishes, peas, and the sound of crickets.
Three Places I Want to Go On Vacation - Centre de Conservation de la Biodiversite Boreal (
Three Things I Want to Do Before I Die – finish my college degree, be the recommended weight for my height, and try blowing glass.
Ahh, July 4th. Rest, Relaxation, and Rage.
Yes, I meant to type rage. Every July 4th and the two or three days before or after (depending on where the weekend falls) we have to endure the rage of the beast. The beast being our dog. Few things enrage the beast more than the noise of fireworks going off. He isn't afraid of them (we had that issue with our previous dog), he is actually furious that they are taking place. For the last 2 hours the beast has been stomping around barking furiously at the distant pops. We have tried to console him, bribe him, beg him, drug him. Ok, not drug him, the drugs (anti-histamines) are really for his allergies - he gave himself a fat lip this week scratching his face.
And tonight is only July 3rd. Tomorrow will be worse because we have the War of the Lake Ghetto (as we like to call it). Our neighbor two houses down and a neighbor across the lake have a competition on who can let off more illegal fireworks. This is where one of us consoles the beast while the other watches to make sure the drunks next door don't send one off in the direction of our roof.
So, we have had our rest. We have had our relaxation. And now we endure the rage.
And tonight is only July 3rd. Tomorrow will be worse because we have the War of the Lake Ghetto (as we like to call it). Our neighbor two houses down and a neighbor across the lake have a competition on who can let off more illegal fireworks. This is where one of us consoles the beast while the other watches to make sure the drunks next door don't send one off in the direction of our roof.
So, we have had our rest. We have had our relaxation. And now we endure the rage.
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