Thursday, October 29, 2009

Tea-licious!



I passively purchased this tea this week and now I'm aggressively having a love affair with it. Mr. Coffee is gravely jealous. Seriously, I don't ever remember being so madly in love with a tea before. If I could I'd marry it and have lots of little tea cup babies. "Have a Cup A!"

Monday, October 26, 2009

"Let's Go To The Movies, Annie You and Me..."

In general I’m a movie lover, as I don’t have TV I watch a good many movies. I watch movies from a wide range of genres minus horror films. Those scary devils have a way of haunting my dreams. In the past few years, I’ve become a big fan of independent and foreign films. I do love a good stereotypical chick flick, but after awhile they merge and meld together into the same ole thing they just switch up the pretty people. I prefer films that I can identify with, films that resonate in my spirit. Films that are less predictable and a little more real. Howbeit, independent and foreign films still have that same penchant, that all films do, to ruin your day and leave you yelling for your life back. Last year I began keeping a list of the movies I watch throughout the year, because I’m nerdy cool like that. So from time to time I’ll share with you what I’m watching. I enjoy going to blockbuster and selecting a film that hasn’t been influenced by media publicity. It’s like discovering a well kept secret. Here are two recent finds from my blockbuster perusing.

The Grocer’s Son





Much to my disappointment my local grocery store doesn’t carry any good looking grocer’s sons, believe me I checked. You can “check out” The Grocer’s Son here.

After The Wedding


An emotionally charged scene in this film, made me check my pulse for cold-heartedness because I didn’t cry. It was a well played scene. This film also made me want to start an Indian orphanage and gave me a new crush. Go here for an overview. (Rotten Toe-Ma-Toes, please don't sue me for linking to your site, I don't know the blog linking rules)

Both films were winners in my book.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Can you hear me now?

Monday I hauled my carcass kicking and screaming into the black pit of Verizon Wireless. My cell phone, started waltzing the fritz on me and blanked out in the process.  For many months, I've been smugly holding the wire of no contract. It's nice to know I can shimmy on over to another provider anytime my tippy toes desire.

The lure of a new fancy cell phone could not bait me. Nope, just ask my father who was pulled up to the table of all things techie long before there was a PC on every plate. Unless you can pull a barbie out of that computer, I'll pass, Dad. If I had a dollar for every time I've dropped, slung, or otherwise hurt my cell phone you could change my address to the Hilton and call me Paris.

But I ain't no Paris, I'm just a rambler. Back to the point. Old faithful finally had enough and that was a woe boy to my day because he's my lone ranger. I have no phone of a different color in my house. It's just me and the cell. So I left my Jesus face at home and grumped into Verizon all prepared to just buy a phone and go.

You get your own personal trapper sales associate to walk around with you. Poor man found out none to quickly I hated picking out a cell phone. He asked why I was anti contract, I said, "Because you'll own me again."  He also asked if I didn't want a contract because I was planning on getting married. "Well, you never know", responded the cantankerous customer.  Who finally made her way to the check out counter.

It's $175 without the two year contract, or it's free after the $50 rebate. Gag, Gasp, Gulp, I'm sorry I think I just swallowed my pride. I'd like to change my order to the two year deal, with a side of my soul and a slice of my life." 'Anything else ma'am? Just some humble pie. "

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

For Beth

Listen to the MUSTN'TS child.
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child.
ANYTHING can be.

-Shel Silverstein

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.-Ephesians 3:20-21

Friday, October 16, 2009

Just Call Me Angel Of the Names..........

I’ve been thinking about baby names since I was a baby. I might go down to the local hospital and see if they have any openings for, “Here, I’ll name your offspring and give them back to you.” Wouldn’t that be fun! Mommy, meet Grape, No, that’s not a fruity name, all the cool parents are doing it. Please, someone needs to brush up on their celebrity gossip.”

My future spawn will be thankful that I’m rather fickle when it comes to names. Hopefully they won’t meet me during a weird name craze phase and get stuck with a doozie of a name. For instance if I was popping out a baby today, I’d name him a book of the Bible. Probably Colossians because that book started me on the, I’ll name my children after books of the Bible moment. But not the ho-hum drum Matthew, Mark, Luke and John…..names, I want the good ones. "Obadiah Leviticus Revelation, you get in here right now! 'Why mother, Why that name?' 'Boy, I could have named you Sue.”

editors note:this is of course hypothetical, if i was really with child i'd have a husband and i'd have him order me a girl not a boy.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Trials and Paper Trails....

Just call me Benedict or Arnold or Booth, or Burr because I’ve joined their low ranks as a traitor. And I've left a paper trail that will hang me. I pledge allegiance to Cottonelle and to her ripples for which she stands, but I sold her out for Quilted Northern. And it was wrong and bad and I don’t know if she’ll ever take me back. A penny saved is not a penny earned when treason is involved. I’ve definitely lost my citizenship and I’m probably getting deported to Scott. ………

Sunday, October 11, 2009

My Momma Always Said Life's Like A Box Of Chocolates....

Yesterday,  I was meandering through the open air market at Atlantic Station and I catch a glimpse of three benches surrounded by umbrellas and that's when I knew I was done. I didn't want to look at one more thing, no matter how pretty or wonderful it was I didn't want to look at it. I picked a bench and sat and enjoyed the fall breeze and the music and the people watching. A couple joined me on the row of benches, and they cuddled up to each other.  And I was a jealous that they had each other. Then two little girls start chasing each other with a branch from a bush. I laughed out loud, the couple laughed out loud. Life was good.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I’m Singing, I’m In A Store and I’m Singing……..

I am a frequent participant in lyrical mayhem. Meaning I hear a song over and over and it enters my subconscious memory and I sing along when I hear said song. Then one day I turn conscious attention to the lyrics of a song I’ve been singing for years and that’s when I realize I’ve committed a lyrical massacre, again. I recently realized I owed the Beatles an apology that all these years they hadn’t been cursing, whilst singing nowhere man. Isn’t he a BIT like you and me not an-itch with a B like you and me. I’m glad the Beatles didn’t really have hate and ugly words for you, nowhere man.

Tom Petty, oh how the mighty have fallen. Mr. Free Falling recently fell out of grace with me when I discovered he was a JERK! All this time meanie head has been singing about a poor girl with a broken heart. I hope Mr. Petty falls right into a broken heart and that someone writes a song about it and forms a band called heartbreak crushers. And I’ll be a back up dancer for them, since I obviously can’t tango with the lyrics. And even though I’ve more tales to tell of lyrical mishaps, this is where the song ends because my ego is whining and begging me to stop.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

What the hair?

Today, I noticed at least two men with the five o clock shadow, a day or so of man grown stubble and on them it was manly and sexy. Then driving home I noticed my hairy legs and I thought ick, gross! And any way I slice it I get the same result, it just ain't fair so I'm blaming Eve.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Kitty Cat Freak Out

My mother is a lover of all walking, living creatures. She has a house full of young-uns and a back yard full of critters. She's in line for Sainthood, I'm not. I don't speak animal. My mother worried about me as a child, I never asked for animals, I loathed the zoo expect for the big sugary suckers found in the gift shops. I'm just not an animal-pet type of girl. Lest anyone wants to offer me on a pitchfork to PETA, let me say I wish animals no harm. 

Yesterday morning as I'm getting ready for work one of my neighbors cats starts freaking out, thumping against the french doors. She obviously wanted my attention. So I stand there look at her and then try to hide from her. All the while thinking of my phobia of mice and wondering did she see a mouse run in here? Does she want to come eat it for me? And then my brain rewinds to the horror of letting a cat inside one time only to have to call for help to get the blasted cat back outside. Visions of mice running around won out and I opened the door. The cat didn't even try to come in, she just continued to meow and run in circles, weird. So I think maybe she's hungry and I lovingly get her a piece of ham which she doesn't touch. She just continues her freak out routine. At this point I'm totally confused. "Look Cat, I'm no Timmy and you're a cat, not Lassie." I thought only Dogs were suppose to be all intuitive little saviors?  "Sorry Cat, I hope nothing bad went down in the woods, I obviously don't speak cat."