Let them eat cake...

I stumbled upon Marie Antoinette on one of the movies channels this evening. It was already about half-way through, and I could not stop myself from watching it for a bit. I absolutely love this movie. Seriously, I just watched it again the other day, and I enjoyed it every bit as much as the first time, and probably even a little more. The clothes, shoes, food, colors, and hair is like a giant bowl of candy. (I love candy!!) I had a hard time tearing myself away, but I needed to head for bedy-bye. I also realized I must must must go to a masked ball. Masquerade ball?? Anyway, I am on a quest now to find such an event, so if anyone out there knows of one, drop me a note. For now I will only dream up the perfect outfit for such an occasion, and dream of frills and ruffles and the perfect C-curl. Oh ya, and did I mention that Kirsten Dunst was amazing in this role, I could not picture anyone else, it was pitch-perfect!

On a side note: When I was searching for the perfect picture for this post, I came across a review of the film when the critic said "Coppola lacks the committed, demented genius Baz Luhrmann brought to Moulin Rouge, and when Marie Antoinette isn't being crazy and decadent it becomes a bit too pretty, proper and trivial for my taste."-- Andrew O'Hehir, SALON, May 24, 2006

Ummm, sorry, but Moulin Rouge sucked an egg... a big one... like an emu egg. Oh and I'm not sorry, because as much as some critics were not big fans of this movie, plenty of, you know smart and sophisticated people could appreciate it's crazy, decadent, pretty, and proper portrayal of a woman placed into privilege and power, when she may not have chose it for herself.

If you want to read another rave review on this movie, check this out: THE BACK ROW MANIFESTO: http://blogs.indiewire.com/twhalliii/archives/011359.html

I Can't Move...

I cannot believe how sore I have been since moving. I've done this a few times in the not so recent past, but I don't remember not being able to walk correctly for two days after. It's totally screwing my running schedule as well, and seeing as Pre-(10k) is next weekend, I am more than a little freaked out. On the upside, I'm pretty sure that by the time my calves actually heal, they will look like this.

Moving!!!!!!!!

So... yay! We are finally moving into a house in NE Portland. I can't wait. I'm not even that bummed about the physical labor that lies ahead, because I'm so absolutely excited about moving into a rad house. And, don't worry Lucas, I'll save a lot of big and heavy stuff for you.

I'm stalling for time, so I don't have to go for a run.

It's hot.

Got to find and actually put on running clothes.

I'm still enjoying the cuteness of my current outfit, (might have just outdone myself today).

It's hot.

ummmmm......

I busy... you know, writing. Duh.

Aaaannnndddd I'm out.

Much cooler than I, and she's not even in high school yet...

Meet Tavi. She is too freakin' fun. Check out her blog:
http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/

Rods and Coins

I rocked out a grey and white perm today. Let me tell you, I have not forgot how, and I was proud of my little silver lady, or silver fox, after I was done with her. She loved it!! Yet no tip, what gives? Hey, I know how it works, but even a handful of change is better than nada, you know? Really it's the thought that counts, like "Hey, you did a good job, here's a couple of rolled packages of nickles". Ah well, maybe next time.

Boop

I have creativity bottled up inside, I promise. Just wait one more second...

Boyah! 4 miles biotches!! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Look at me go with my bad self.

Fly like an Eagle, shyah, Fly like Michael Phelps

I have been doing a very good job so far, watching the Olympics. I even watch its days later, after I may or may not actually know the outcome. And holy crap the swimming has ruled! I want to glide through the water like Michael Phelps. He is a swimming machine. A killer, I mean a killer.
This morning I decided to test my skills, in our grimey, cloudy apartment complex pool. At first the water was cold, unyielding to my advances. Then, little by little we were working together, I was whooshing through the water with the greatest of ease, and cutting through it's currents with my razor sharp strokes, really it had no choice but to back down and allow me to grace through its curves. Then, when I was crossing the pool doing the butterfly, and envisioning myself propelling through the water just like Phelps, that's when it happened. The pool, bitch slapped me across the face for being so cocky. I propelled myself, face first, into the brick wall of the pool's edge. My teeth jammed up against my bottom lip as it was colliding with the cold hard surface. Instantly I was in shock. I couldn't believe I had reached the end of the pool already, what the heck happened? Then a puckered lip smile crept across my face, because I couldn't believe how fast I had reached the end of the pool already.

It's official: It's hotter than a crotch out here.

Fears, phobias, and uh-ohs

I'm scared of the doctor. And the dentist. And IVs. The problem is, that because of our lapse in insurance and my general laziness, I have not been to regular check-ups for a very embarrassingly long amount of time. Now that we have insurance, I know I just need to suck it up and make the needed appointments.
But, I feel alright, and if it's not broke...
Alas, I know I have to be a grown-up and just get over my fears, and that's just the problem, being a grown-up has not a lot to do with it. I have way more fears and phobias now, than I did when I was younger. That just sucks, when did I lose my cojones?
Oh, and the uh-ohs... they happen when I finally go to these appointments and find out that I have something wrong with me because I have not keep up with a good regime of check-ups.

Here comes the bride---- Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I think the term Bridezilla is overused. I've worked with my fair share of brides and bridesmaids and mother of the brides this season (the bridal season), and for the most part, they have all been pretty chill. Maybe I'm just lucky, maybe it's Portland, but I find it refreshing, and not so at the same time. Bridezilla has been overblown to give all women that are trying to create a beautiful day, that of their wedding day, a bad name. But, not all women are this way (note: some women are in fact BRIDEZILLAS, they do exist.......... not temping the universe or anything, but they are less frequent perhaps than "people" may lead you to believe. Kick back brides, low maintance, easy going brides may not have the flashy stories, or the crazy mothers, but they are far better company, and ladies, let me just say, Thanks. Thanks for letting us stylists do what we do, create without drama, judgement, or tears (unless that of speechless impressment).

SNL, You Rock My World!

I'd like to give a shout-out to the crew and writers of SNL this season. It has been one of those shows that I look forward to with rewarded anticipation. A good lot of their sketches have been exceptionally hilarious this year. It's impressive that I'm more excited to see what new comedy the cast will dole out, rather than who's guest hosting or playing the musical sets. Now, that is not to say they haven't had some genius hosts (ie cutie pututie Shia LaBeouf and classic Christopher Walken) and some kick-ass bands (My Morning Jacket and Vampire Weekend), they have been pretty spot-on in that arena as well. Some stand out cast members this year that I can't get enough of would include, Kristen Wiig, Amy Poehler, (ladies really bringing it this year), as well as Bill Hader and Jason Sudeikis. Working in a salon I hear many tidbits of conversation happening, and let me just say that I hear more quotes and impressions of Kristen Wiig sketches than anyone. Kristen Wiig, looks like your rockn' our world especially hard. The only disappointment to speak of would be that the show is not on more often. That's not a bad criticism to have, ya know?

READY? It's running time.

Eric and I have finally committed to running the Prefontaine 10k run in Coos Bay. It has only been a couple of weeks into training, but I already feel quite a difference in my overall health. The actual running has been rather strenuous, but how I'm feeling and looking now, is well worth it. It's amazing how much better I eat when I actually pay a little bit of attention. I am excited to see my progression, and a little nervous about how I will perform the day of the race... yet I am optimistic. We have quite a few friends committed to this adventure, but any others interested are encouraged to join us!

YouTube Addiction

I think I see how people get addicted to YouTube. Check out these videos:

Coast Trip

Eric and I went to Lincoln City a couple of weeks back for an impromptu mini-vacation. It was amazing, just what we needed. I relaxed, ate amazing seafood (Pier 101, get the steamer clams, best I've ever had), played in the freezing Pacific Ocean, relaxed, tortured Rosco by dragging her into the Pacific Ocean, relaxed, and dropped some dough at the old-time candy store. I can't wait to go back.

Thrift Store mania!!!!!!

Holy man, I have put some hurt on the Thrift Stores I like to frequent. I happened to stop by one of them today with my sisterlaw (that's short for sister-in-law) to check out some stuff, and realized to my horror, that I have become one of their creepy regulars. Truth be told, I'm not so horrified, I love, love, love finding a good deal. I'm pretty sure it's a sickness. But, come on people, you know I look good. And, I only spent.... well less than you I'm sure. Now, I know some of you may be haters, but I pull off some sweet 80s shit, now and again, come on, amid it. My good friend Ginger was visiting recently, and we may be the only two people alive that can do some down and dirty thrift store shopping for like 4 hours. Seriously, it was like 4 hours in one place. Then, we thought we'd have another go at it the very next day at a different place. I scored, scored, scored. Don't be jealous, maybe one day, you too may come along.

Mmmm I want some sausage, don't you?

BE KIND PLEASE REWIND

There may be something slightly more romantic about VHS tapes vs DVDs. Back in the day I had quite the collection of VHS movies I would proudly display on a shoe rack (I know what you thinking, "You had extra shoe storage?". No, not quite, more like a very messy room.) I was proud of the collection I had built up, and felt like the choices I made in movie watching said a lot about my personality. Some of you may have not known me before Eric claims to have turned me on to "good movies", but if he's honest he'll tell you I always had good taste in movies. Maybe it's just the nostagia I feel because it reminds me of a different time, the way people collect records or LPs. I also would actually watch the movies I owned, over and over, proving the quality at which I chose them. I used to get so geeked up when Blockbuster (where I worked then) would do a big PRP (prev. rented product) pull, and I could get old, campy comedies for $2.99. Since DVD, I just don't feel that same excitement about buying movies. I also don't watch my DVDs nearly as often, instead I just watch crappy TV, and what kind of replacement is that? Maybe I'm just not buying the same movies, with the same fun, campy quality as before. Maybe now I own "good movies" that I just don't enjoy as much (thanks a lot Eric);)