Monday, June 30, 2008

Wild Card Inside Wild Card Inside

So unremarkable movie of 2008 award goes to: Juno.

I had not ever really wanted to see it but we had a copy lying around the house so Hubs put it in. Blah and blah. The cutsey ooh she uses big adult curse words one liners were trite and pretty lame. There was absolutely nothing in the parents that I could believe, although I did like the dad character (as none of them were remotely real or believable but all characters, or characatures is more like it) and his quote about punching the dude "in the weiner." But I mean really. I'm really glad to see Michael Cera got an Oscar nod. I mean that's amazing for his age and what little movie work he's actually done, but for all those people to get Oscars and the script and whatever? I mean did anyone actually see this movie?

Hubs and I weren't impressed exception noted with the weiner punch line.

But then so we also watched Margot at the Wedding and even though it's not fair to compare such different movies, um hello? Why didn't it get all these Oscar nods (that is I think it came out in 2007 but maybe not). It was so well done. Brilliant. The characters were so real and I hated Margot but I felt real sympathy for her. Her life was just pathetic. And Jack Black's character. I mean I know everyone wants to move on from Nicole Kidman but if she keeps putting out such work like that then I say let her keep having it. It was just a really good movie. Noah Baumbach, kudos. No one that has good taste could handle the Squid and the Whale. I'm glad to see him use his skills at writing people to actually write some beliveable scenarios to go along with them.

Anyway that Dewey Cox movie wasn't funny either.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

(me and Husband on our honeymoon in NYC. haha just kidding. That IS John Mayer and he's one very stoned funny dude.)

It's beautiful out. Have you seen it?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

my Catherine Wheel

ugh. We were robbed Monday night. Smash and grab. Husband was still out of town until late this afternoon. I was luckily bored and over at Piper's house with the dogs. Our front door is pretty smashed up. They got our tv, PS3, cable box (??) and GTAIV but that's it luckily. I haven't slept more than an hour about every third hour since. I can't stop crying in fits either. It was just so surreal and terrifying to come home, cops there, guns out. It will get better and I already feel fine back in the house. But it's just the panic attacks that are still with me. And that I'm ready to shake. And the adrenaline that's been pumping through my veins. I've eaten more in the last 2 days than, like, ever, and actually lost weight. Crazy adrenaline.

Anyway, I will possess your heart.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Your homegirl's on the line, but you're daddy's off the hook

These are in top rotation in my life right now. I was going to "widget (whatever the hell that means)" them to Itunes but then that means I would have had to bought them from Itunes and f-that. I don't buy music anymore. I gift it.

So if you want this in burned, mixtape form, mail me like $5. It's really a deal on your end. Or don't be cheap and find these songs yourself. They are all available on said Itunes.

You have to listen to them in order though. Like a real mixtape. TAPE. CASSETTE. No cheating. There is a real story here, a swell. Order for a reason, greater purpose. Welcome in your lizard brain. Do it because you trust me and you've been wanting to add a little adventure to your life. It's a fun summer mix. A little saucy, a little nasty, nothing too sad or serious, just swaying like a summer breeze.

1. Lotus -- R.E.M.
2. Channel Z -- B52's
3. (Nothing But) Flowers --Talking Heads
4. The Pinocchio Theory -- Bootsy Collins
5. Silent Sigh -- Badly Drawn Boy
6. Long Line of Cars -- Cake
7. Heart of Gold -- Tori Amos
8. The Ocean -- Led Zeppelin
9. Sledgehammer -- Peter Gabriel
10. Wake Up Alone -- Amy Winehouse
11. Sugar Walls -- Sheena Easton
12. Supernatural Superserious -- REM
13. Express Yourself -- Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band
14. Your New Twin Sized Bed -- Death Cab for Cutie
15. Downtown Life -- Hall & Oates
16. Girl, You Need a Change of Mind -- Eddie Kendricks
17. Atomic Dog -- George Clinton
18. Brighter than Sunshine -- Aqualung

I love you! Enjoy!

Getting nothing but static on Channel Z

B-52's, let me count the ways. But according to this photo, they're getting on up there.

Okay sorry Barrett and everyone else but I just couldn't do the new Portishead. UGH! It was terrible but then I'm really digging the new Death Cab album (minus a few songs). Maybe it's my current mood? My horoscope for this month told me to stay away from the dark side for the whole month lest I really enjoy it and not want to come back. Baby, I'll be your darkness.

I had to sadly let Hubs know his favorite, George Carlin, just died yesterday. He's in "meetings" on the beach until Wednesday and doesn't have as much access to the internet. He was really bummed. I'm personally not a huge fan but I did enjoy the man after being forced to sit through multiple specials with my mate. I don't think he was all that old either. 71 seems like it should be younger.

Anyway my weekend was perfect. Alone time in the sun poolside. Worked a bunch in the yard, of course, ate yummy ice cream, worked out a lot, caught up on some medical dramas on tv. I never sleep well when Bubs isn't there but at least I had 2 stinky cheries at my side.

This week, many projects, Sex and the City (attempt numero cinco), working out, the weekend and then next weekend is the beach, BEE-ACH! woo hoo!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Pour Champagne on a Honeybee

Riding with Roxy by Justin John Greene. I am so completely in love with this painting. It really needs to hang over my bed. I need this in my life. Sadly though, I don't like a single thing else he does. Hmm.

But the backwards Wren and Stimpy shirt?! Hello!

I love this one so much bc she looks so dang ole familiar.

Spaceball by Dan Estabrook

Girl, you need a change of mind*

I have extremely cool friends. One, SamRex, well this is his website (since he's seemingly abandoned hat w/ sunglasses, boo!), and another Lovell, is working under Tom Huck (subject of said link), all apprentice like. They keep me hep.

Something like that.


Ever have your mind floored?

I had to run a quick errand at lunch and with windows rolled down, I'm singing along to the radio. (What a Fool Believes AGAIN! I'm so lucky.) All sudden-like I get this old memory of me and my dad. He was a dentist and died when I was just about to turn 6. We were extremely close and needless to say, I have only recently gotten over it, and that really because I just forget. I forget what he sounded like. What he smelled like. Sometimes I have to look at pictures to remember what he even looked like. It's sad but true. You have someone you barely knew disappear for the last 22 years. Poof. Magic.

And so, I'm driving and it's beautiful outside. Hubs and I are working on filling out our papers to get us signed up for the Arkansas Community Foundation which is like a bank account charity. You put money in, they have so much that it gets super interest, and then you tell them who you want to give the money to. It's a very important duty, I feel, and we can so why not. But that's not the point. What is is that one of the charities is the Boys and Girls Club of Arkansas. Where my dad was a huge pillar. He was on their board. He was down there all the time working or volunteering. He loved it there. And so much so that my oldest brother is or was heading it up down there doing whatever he does (we don't talk you know).

And I got this powerful memory of helping my dad hold his giant blue hard plastic tooth while he used this big red toothbrush to brush it to show the kids at the Club how to brush their teeth. He was always down there after working all day giving free teeth cleanings to these poor kids. And apparently, I had forgotten this completely, I was his assistant.

It's a very comforting memory. But, you see, the problem with having such old memories is you can't trust them. I could be making it all up for all I know. That's the hard part. I don't know. Poof. Magic.

I wonder what happened to that tooth.

*Thanks Eddie Kendricks. I needed that.

What a fool believes

Empty Threats: Lameliar, this bud's for you! Icy hot! It looks very cold there. Could you imagine just coming across this thing, floating there, at the bottom of the world?

Well I got over my hump. I have lost 16 pounds! I'm getting all these (weird) muscles everywhere but I wasn't really losing. Turns out eating more (with all the exercise I've been getting) was the key! I'm gonna be smokin hot! on the beach for 4th of July! You know, show off to my family...? haha Anyway I was getting frustrated and now I'm not. Thank you healthy living!

Work is crazy good right now. We are looking to expand (because we desperately need to) an extra 4000 sf. This warehouse we're looking at conveniently placed right behind our current warehouse is seriously the size of an airplane hangar. It's HUGE! It's always scary growing (I know that better than most. 2 retail locations has to be better than 1, right? Ah if only I knew then what I know now. Run AWAY from retail. Do not go gently into THAT sweet night, sorry Dylan) and I completely understand the hesitation felt on all parties. But it's something we have to do before it's gone. And we have to pray the gov't keeps taking care of us.

Time to switch to my new Louis purse! It's summertime baby!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

come and keep your comrade warm

Our new bedroom is beautiful. A sanctuary. Dark brown woods everywhere with our golden olive walls, camel velvet drapes with spicy paprika red silk shantung short curtains in between. We slept like the dead last night. Our beautiful Turkish silk rug on the floor and no longer sadly, devastatingly rolled into a corner. Tonight after bike riding we'll work on moving back into it. Placing my jewelry boxes around. Lamp decorating. Hanging paintings. Coming back in. I'm very pleased and excited.

And I get Friday off! Taking a bunch of stuff to Goodwill. Tanning and Christan's pool. Moving even more cannas into the sun (why would you plant SO MANY cannas in the shade? It doesn't make any sense to me. They're EVERYWHERE!) and then we have Wes and Tasha's wedding shower toga party. Yes, we have to bring gifts, dressed in togas! haha. We're really looking forward to it. And then dear Husband leaves for the week to play golf, I mean work, on the beach. He promised me it was actually required by work. Haha.
Anyway, I will miss him.

Alton Brown will keep me warm! He taught me how to make puff pastries last night as well as cook flounder and whole fishes! Used to be I couldn't stand him. Something about the way he spoke really got on my nerves. But now, I love him! I couldn't imagine Food Network without him. And then I poked around and found out he was the director of photography on REM's "Losing my Religion" and the deal was sealed. I'm an Alton Brown fan forever. Good Eats or else!

We are the busiest at work ever. Tide's changing and we are headed out to sea!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

In looking for an image of Alton Brown's tattoos:

This is what I found. Go The Lord!

I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind

Treat me like I'm a bad girl // Even when I'm being good to you

Madonna, I love you! You make my strength training fly by (no small feat indeed!).

Came to work early so I could leave early for our bedroom furniture!!! delivery which was supposed to be delivered an hour ago. Yes I'm excited. We've been waiting/not sleeping for 6 weeks. At first our smaller, full size guest bed was fun. Closer, more intimate. "Like camping in a Bed and Breakfast," Hubs said. It was quaint. It's a very cute turquoise guest room. Now I just hate it. I hate the blue. I hate the cramped. I HATE the bed. The only thing I truly still love about the room are the red coral knobs and the original Andy Warhol pen drawings (that I found in a warehouse thrift store her e in Little Rock!!!).

Le sigh. Anyway.


Friday, June 13, 2008

Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard

Got a short little span of attention.

There were incidents and accidents. There were hints and allegations. Please, take that $20 for the party tonight and donate it here!

I don't want to end up afraid of my own people; my America is as I like it. Thankyouverymuch!

Speaking of cartoons, ours is dead. Gone off seeing angels in the architecture.

Girls on Film Girls on Film

Da Da Dance to the underground.

Sometimes I really miss Fayetteville. See above. But then again, sometimes I don't.

One of these days, my dinner parties are going to look better than this (I mean what's with all the colanders?):

What's really strange about this picture though is when I went to save it off my email, yes I'm on the Pottery Barn email list, shoot me, it was titled hero.jpeg. Hmm? I really wonder why? I usually title my pics appropriately (enough). Like the ones above are Midsummer1 and Midsummer 2. Easy to find. Easy breezy! But hero? Do you think the photographer/designer was too busy? Was ready for the weekend? Was thinking too hard about how to impress his fiancee's family? And I say him bc that picture is unabashedly male. The whole set up screams Dude trying too hard. It's fine when I try too hard. Women are mostly expected to. I don't know. (Is that sexist? She's so hot she's making me sexist) It just looks too much like a scene from being wined and dined by guys I dated. Lots of effort. Not a whole lot of effort. ha! Didn't they know they had to paint me a portrait first? No, that was only that one time. Whoops! I'm glad I got out of the painters when I did.

Back to the dance my pants! It's Friday!

Bike(cycle) race tomorrow and Maddie's party- we settled on Animal Hospital, an E for everyone game where you, the vet, take sick animals and heal them, tend to them, and provide general veterinarian services. Mostly we got it bc it's compatible with her Horses game. Bonus!

And then????????

Thursday, June 12, 2008

I kicked the habit // Shed my skin

This is disgusting. Where's the respect? Last I heard they were married before she got preggers.

Well did you know that McCain left his first wife after she'd been horribly disfigured in a car accident while dutifully waiting on him to come back from Hanoi Hilton? And within the year was married to Cindy McCain, bagillionaire heiress? Where's the comments about that?

as I'm circling down through white cloud

From my 28th birthday Beltane. Who's behind the mask? Could it be me? It could have been you. I really like this picture. It makes me smile.

I'm now entering my 8th step in Chakra consciousness. It's pretty interesting. We're all little red lines shot from heaven through the center of our skulls out the base of our bowels. Anyway so my next lecture is "Seeing Auras." ha! I can't even take a drink without the ice slamming in my face and the liquid running down my front. How am I supposed to be able to read auras. Or see auras. Or whatever. There's so many doors still unopened. How am I supposed to open them? I appreciate how this has all opened up my world view.

It really could be you behind the mask. This blanket I weave is still too bare to be warm. I think we need some more art in the house. Or plants. Or new paint on the walls. It's a bit too tranquil. Think Martha's Vineyard over Miami and I'm still in a Miami state of mind.

I think we've decided to get Maddie the game Cats or Zoo for her DS. Like a Tomagotchi, you have to take care of your pet. She loves it. Goes wild. She is 7. Give her that.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Have you ever made love on a couch?

Octopus Bouquet, Brandon Reese. He gave us permission to use this on the cover of our wedding booklet thing. What's that called again? Program! It was on the cover of our wedding program and was exactly the kind of image I wanted people to leave our wedding with. Happy upside down octopuses, with flowers!


I can't get Strokin' or that other Electric Slide song from Aubrey and Foxy's wedding out of my head. Don't ask me why. I get a killer headache, blurry vision, and am only consoled by Clarence Carter.

Three hops this time!
Two hops this time!
Cha cha now!

Anyway we danced a lot at their wedding and it was a good time. Except that it was hot but the downtown library looked beautiful all candle lit. We had been laughing earlier about the song list for the reunion and I was thinking, just like at our wedding, all you really HAVE to play are Baby Got Back and Love Shack and everyone's really really happy. Haha.

I like to think our wedding mix was the bomb, lots of Sly and the Family Stone, Temptations (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch and Can't Get Next to You), OutKast (Bombs over Baghdad and Dracula's Wedding), Spoon (The Way We Get by), Christopher O'Reilly plays Radiohead (You can blame it on the Blackstar), me and my dad danced to Blur's Tender, Love Shack (see above), Strokin' (thanks mom, see above), Mo Money Mo Problems and that other Biggie Smalls song, ElO (Sweet is the Night), some Harvest Moon by Neil Young for the oldies, Duke Ellington's Auld Lang Syne rang us all in (we didn't even walk down the aisle until about 9pm New Year's Eve), Madge's Music, golly jee I can't even remember all the good tunage we had.

It kicked ass though. We worked on that song list at least a couple of weeks. I'll have to look at home. It was definitely one to be proud of. Everyone was on that dancefloor whether they planned it or not.

Now only if we could have made the ghost tour the night before more fun. ha!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Today's my early day!

I prefer this picture, although I am incredibly fond of the yellow bathrobe.

There's a whole lotta rhythm going down.

Give me everything 'Cause what you give you get So give me everything

The 2 Maddies. She'll be a pretty pretty garden, a pretty garden, yes.

Ha ha one of my first tapes (yes, a tape) was Deee-Lite's World Clique. I literally wore it out, bought it again, wore it out again and then I think by that time, cds were around. I probably bought it on cd. I can't remember. Anyway. They are all over the radio again and I love it! They were so cheesy looking but I adored them. The Motown-Disc-Funk. If I was lucky, back in the Fayetteville single lady days, someone would put them on in between !!! and Jackson 5 at a dance party. Gawd, those were the days!
I mixed bizness with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together

We just watched No Country for Old Men** and I was pleasantly surprised. I read the book right before the movie came out after The Road (which they are also making a movie of) and it was ok. Really only just ok. And I love all of McCarthy's other books. But then seeing the movie it was perfect. I completely understood. The book was as a set of directions for the film. The film was an exact play by play of the book, to the T. But it was such a visual book that it needed the film to be truly successful. I, for one, don't have any problems with this. I think in today's age it's pretty cool that we can marry such old and new technologies. How Gutenburg must be further disintegrating in his grave. A book a talkie! ha.

But it was really good. Really creepy. Sometimes it's hard to clearly see what McCarthy's trying to say (see Child of God, I had more A-Ha moments than Take On Me, ha get it du dum dum). Modern Faulkner and the like. Whatever. I don't have to lit crit anymore.

**Somehow, well through my brother, we got a copy of an Oscar preview version of the film. The world is small. I like it.

Yesterday I counted. I used the fax machine some 56 times. How is that possible when I still don't understand how a fax machine even works? They didn't teach about that in Quantum Physics and the Spiritual Self that's for sure. Ha and my prof that looked like Jiminy Crickett.

Maddie's 7th birthday is Saturday. Anybody know what to get a princess on a princess's birthday? Who is the fairest of them all?

Friday, June 6, 2008

On an evening such as this // It's hard to tell if I exist

Ok multiple notes here that actually do come together.

I've been driving Hub's truck since he has a company car and it doesn't get driven that much. And I actually like driving the truck. Somehow it makes me feel more girlie. Anyway, to the guys in the convertible today, I appreciate the compliment!

This past weekend, Casillas and us were talking about the blah-ization and urban sprawl that the LR suburbs have taken and how gross it is and I hate going out west (exception being the new big imax movie theater just in time for Batman!) and everyone hates going out there unless you live out there and it's fine for some but we are all glad we live "in town" so to speak.

So I was driving the truck to take the books to the accountant in Argenta (the revitalized downtown NLR) and I got off the freeway strolled through downtown, crossed the bridge, all at a very slow pace because I was watching the tourists on the trolley, watching the people crossing the new ped. bridge, and generally having a great time. And it hit me. I love being in LR. I really really love being here.

It's not the biggest city but we can't afford to have the nice life we have in a big city. It's personal. It's personable. There's so much more available to do and see an d be here than there was 11 years ago. I'm just really happy here. And I finally realized it driving that truck through town, a Barenaked Ladies song on the radio (I have such a soft spot for those guys), and me. Barrettes in my hair. Driving in a little white truck with manual roll down windows.


Milla Collins Andrews was born yesterday and she's adorable! Yippee!!

We finally watched Hotel Chevalier and The Darjeeling Limited last night. In how I loved about The Darjeeling Limited, I really felt detached from and almost disliked Hotel Chevalier. And not for any personal reasons but I just felt like I was supposed to identify so much and get so much out of the short that I didn't. It's like at a funeral where you're supposed to feel really sad or at a birth where you're supposed to feel really happy, and you don't. And again (sugar sugar, honey honey) it's nothing personal. It's just not that important. You try and you try and then, you feel nothing. That great disconnect we all seem to be equally striving for and against.

I don't know. The movie was wonderful. Lovely. Hilarious. I truly enjoyed it and the disconnect of the characters from one another, from their real lives. The irony was not missed on me how even though I say I felt nothing, both films rather exactly mirrored circumstances in my past life and present and I'm glad they were presented as such, a time line manner, instead of in flashbacks. The message was resonated that much more strongly in doing so.

And I want so badly to go to India.

But I think it's a good thing how I could see my life past and present in the films and feel okay about it. Not upset or saddened or joyful. Just am. I just am. It is enough. And I think that's a good way to prove (even though that's an awful use of the word here but you know what I mean) to myself, show myself, that what has passed has passed. And I long for being sentimental about it. But sentimentality is dangerous, makes you only remember the good things.

From here on out, and I think a good message the film tries to relate is, I wipe the slate clean. I forgive. I give. I move on. and I'm happy for it.

You and me, let's all start over.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

I have a feeling that I belong. wants me to belong. Dior wants me to be his.

Are you seeing these prices! At that, I really could!

and the moon is the only light that we'll see

Yoga milestone:

Last night, it started like this,

But very quickly it became more like this!

It's Marky Mark's birthday this week. Here's how you can "Feel the vibrations!" haha!

Okay quit your sighing and give this a try. You can even do it at work. Or the cozy privacy of your own home.

It's called Genga Ong. It feels really good when you've had a hard day.

Sit up straight. Spine in a lign (in align). Hands in prayer form (palms pressed together, elbows out, hands together at chest level. Slowly, deeply, in the gut, start humming Ong (a little different than Om but that's another time). Move the prayer hands to the top of the forehead, eyes closed still, and place your thumbs on your third eye (on the forehead right above where your eyebrows would meet if you had a unibrow -but you don't bc that's grode-a-rode-). Keep humming Ong as loudly or softly as you want just make sure it comes from way down low, your bile ducts in fact.

Communicate with yourself about what you want to accomplish. Appreciate yourself. You can do this a few minutes or all day if you choose. Genga Ong is a great head clearer.

It's 85 degrees at 9am here.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

My supperdish, My succotash wish

I couldn't ask for another!

Hot Child in the City

Remember when we used to pace the UA sidewalks looking for character names? We service a lot of old, 'cuse, elderly, people and the names are a goldmine.

I have an Aunt Zettie and it's apparently a popular name from the 1920's (sorry Hub I just can't figure that stupid 1 quote mark for the abbreviated year thing). We have 2 Zetties (not one which mine aunt).


Theodora (ah Queen of Byzantium, I always loved your story most)
Paxton and Pax, lots of those in variations
Phoenix (I may have to steal that)
Lots of Isaacs
Marias and Rubys for days (I always said if I had little girls the first would be Lola, the second Ruby. Dibs!)
And then we service many Hispanics so there's a plethora of Marias, but also a Ysa (who is a wonderful man), a Yazmine. It's interesting.

[Ed. note, Kansas's Dust in the Wind just came on. Thx!]

Dr. Weil, your epidermis is showing...

I think Dr. Weil is showing his age. I get his daily recipie, a word I have Never been able to spell, and they are 9/10 excellent. This on the other hand (sound of nose crinkling if nose could crinkle).

Green Cabbage and Mushrooms

6 Servings

1 small green cabbage, cored and diced, about 6 cups
1 cup vegetable stock
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 medium onion, diced
1/2 pound mushrooms (shiitake or oyster, if possible)
1 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch mixed into 1/4 cup cold water
1 tablespoon fresh dill weed, chopped, or 1 teaspoon dried
1/2 teaspoon paprika
Salt and black pepper to taste

1. In a covered pot over high heat, steam the cabbage in the stock for 5 minutes until it is just wilted and still bright green. Remove from heat and remove cover.

2. While the cabbage cooks, heat the olive oil in a large skillet or wok, and sauté the onion and mushrooms until they brown. Add the cabbage and heat through, mixing well. Stir the cornstarch mixture well and add it to skillet. Bring mixture to boil, stirring, until liquid thickens. Reduce heat and season to taste with dill, paprika, salt, and pepper.

Nutritional Information:

Per serving:
74 calories
3 g total fat (0 g sat)
0 mg cholesterol
10 g carbohydrate
2 g protein
1 g fiber
150 mg sodium

Currently reading "In Defense of Food," by Michael Pollen all thanks to lovely Brenticus over at Penguin. I would be stuck reading bad Battlestar Galactica fanfiction if it weren't for all the free books always. I need to call him...

d'yer mak'er

Scarier than The Strangers! (which had me shakin' in my seat)

Oops, I mean I'm not supposed to be scared of Google anymore. As Jake put it, "Yahoo is so 2002." As Will put it, "Evite is so 2002." Why am I still living in 2002?!?!

I still don't like an email service that handpicks ads for me right there IN MY EMAIL. I know it's an old argument. But it's kinda like why I fast forward through some commercials and not through others (ahhh tivo, I don't even watch that much tv and I couldn't live without our tivo). I want to be able to choose when put upon by advertising. I still like to think I have a choice.

Up next on the agenda, bargaining with Arkansas State Medicaid! I have a very secure job...

Monday, June 2, 2008

Blooper and the Banana Kids

What a weekend!

We started at ZaZa's, my old friend John T. Beachboard's restaurant, in the Heights with my oldest group of friends. It was good to see some people we haven't seen in a while, and who am I kidding, we haven't seen much of anyone in a while. The guitar hero station was fun. The food was excellent and well priced, if even too cheap! John shouldn't have opened up the gelato case to us. The pistachio! The chocolate! Dulche du leche! All homemade! Genius! We all left very full, laughing, and a tad bit tipsy. I might have blown Matt Beachboard a kiss. It was great times. You can read a blip about it here.

Then Saturday Bubs went to play paintball with Aub's bachelor party and I yoga'd and then the Travs game. The new stadium is so nice. I'm so glad I married into a baseball family. I could watch games there any day. I was so glad too that we finally got to hang with Casillas and his lady friend. The world famous Blooper was the best! I'm so impressed with the stadium. The food was great (DamGoode pies!) and CHEAP! Ben got us seats right by the beer garden. The weather was hot, but not too hot. All in all, the perfect weekend.

Anyway not it's back to work. It's the first of the month (wake up wake up wake up) so we're always busiest. This is hopefully a fast week because aside from the reunion meeting I have Saturday, Aubrey and Andrea are getting mawwied!!

This is going to be one of the fastest summers ever. We have just far too much to do!