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For Mother's Day last Sunday, I requested a few things:
- Breakfast in Bed - Lunch at a Greek Restaurant - Flowers - Tirimisu from California Pizza Kitchen - To watch No Country For Old Men before bedtime.
I got all of the above although, we didn't get a chance to watch No Country until last night and it was just as amazing as the first time we watched it. I love the Coen Brothers so much. While I love all of their films (with the exception of a few), I love this film the most!
Food Lion
I was at a local grocery store called "Food Lion" when the following conversation happened.
Cashier: Hi, howyou doin' today?
Me: I'm fine, thanks...how are you?
Cashier: I am tryin'a get out of here...now that summer's finally here.
Me: *thinking how it's still spring and it's only really been warm for about one week* Oh yeah?
Cashier: One customer tried to tell me that it's technically still spring and I wasn't tryin'a be smart, but I'm tryin'a have summer you know? Tryin'a get to the beach.
At this point in the conversation, a man gets in line behind me and I couldn't help but notice that he is wearing cut-off jean shorts and a cut off t shirt to match...then he had on scrunch socks and sneakers. He took the basket I was using and started hitting the cashier with it. Playfully, nothing serious. He kept messing with her, turning her light on and off, throwing pieces of paper at her, etc. So I figured they knew each other. He stopped long enough to start talking to me...
Tank Top Guy: Are you having a cook out?? With hot dogs and bread and ketchup? (what was being rung up at that very second)
Me: Yeah...just forgot a few last minute things.
Cashier: Why you tryin'a mess around so much? You know that's her basket.
Tank Top Guy: Oh...sorry.
Me: It's okay, I don't need it.
By this time, my transaction was done, I gave one last look at Tank Top Guy and one last look at my cashier and noticed that her name was TRYINA! No joke! Then, as I walked away, I heard the two talking to each other.
Cashier: And how are you doing today, sir? Did you find everything you need?"
Tank Top Guy...apparently, they aren't friends: Yeah, thanks.
silence....
What?!
dallasclayton:
A SMALL MOMENT IN MY DAY
At the counter inside the gas station sits a bowl of apples with a hand-written sign which reads: APPLES. Beside the apples: a bunch of bananas. They have no sign. “Did people have trouble identifying the apples by sight?” I ask as the woman counts my change. She stops then looks over the fruit perplexed as if I have just asked the most important question she has heard in six months time. She stares blankly for a long moment then says “I don’t know I usually work on the weekends.”
I'm a big fan of Dallas Clayton, he has written two children's books that are amazing. His blog is also full of every day happenings to which he adds illustrations. This is one of my favorites.
You may or may not know that I am a pretty big fan of Conan O'Brien. He rarely does interviews, but when his friend Marc Maron came on the show, he promised on air to do an episode of the podcast, "WTF with Marc Maron" which is recorded in Maron's garage. I found it really interesting.
Careful, explicit language...don't listen to this at full blast with your kids around.
If you had to choose between having no thumbs or smelling nothing but peanut butter for the rest of your life, which would you choose and why?
Hahahahahaha!!
Oh my gosh, we actually have a board game called, "Would You Rather" that asks all sorts of questions like this. Like, "Would you rather have a glass bottle permanently stuck on all 5 fingers of your left hand or a bucket permanently stuck on your right foot." It's really fun.
My answer is smelling peanut butter, of course. I feel like after a while, I wouldn't mind the smell but would hate if I were indistinguishable from a cat and every other non-primate animal. Also, I play the piano and guitar and am starting the cello soon. I need thumbs. As long as I don't smell LIKE peanut butter for the rest of my life, I think I can deal with it myself.
You're nuts!
sleep.
Every night around 7:30pm, I get really, really tired. I make it a point to tell everyone around me, aying things like, "Oooohhh my gaaawwwshh! I am SOOO TIIIRED!!!" letting the yawp gush forth from my wide-open, yawning mouth. I jam my index fingers into my eyes, sometimes letting my glasses bounce on my knuckles as I rub my eyes rhythmically in-out-in-out-in-out, forming a huge smudge of black around each eye where mascara and eyeliner used to be. This goes on for a few hours in which I let garbled ideas play themselves out in the form of ramblings and hasty google searches on the internet. Then with much effort, I put both of my feet flat on the floor, place the palms of my hands onto my knees and push myself up, feeling and hearing each of my muscles tell me, "You done good today...you done real good." and I toddle off with my cell phone in one hand and the bra I managed to take off with my shirt still on by some trick I learned in middle school in the other hand. I toss a half conscious "Goodnight, Babe...love you" over my shoulder and make for the bathroom. In an unceremonious ritual, I have my "last pee" while taking out my contacts or brushing my teeth, eyes squinted and watery from the bright lights and aching desire to rest. Finally, I make it to our bedroom where the shuffle of dresser, cabinet, hamper, dresser, cabinet, hamper begins-like a confused dance, which only ends once I have take off my clothes, diamonds, pearls, find my tank top and shorts, dress again and then semi collapse into bed next to Indy who has been sleeping for a good four hours by this time. I spoon his tiny body with mine and smell his sweet hair and squeeze his thick thighs and put my index finger between his first two toes. Then I unwind the blankets which he has twisted himself up in- like a tiny tornado and push back the mountain of stuffed animals to allow him more "breathing room." I lay my head tenderly upon my pillow, let out a slow, long, silent sigh and those muscles which were just singing go silent too, I roll over with a pillow to my chest and between my knees and I drift away to sleep.
I usually have pretty interesting answers!
I got this for my husband who is a HUGE fan of Wes Anderson. I was too excited to wait until Valentine's day to give them to him because I always struggle with giving him good gifts and I knew this was perfect. I was right. He opened the tiny box, threw his head back and said, "OH. MY. GOSH, THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER!"
I was right. If you're a fan of Wes Anderson, check out this etsy site. And if you don't know what etsy is, shame on you.
KEITH AND I HAVE GOT IT IN THE BAG!
HAHAHAHAHA! My husband's analogies are fantastic and hilarious.
millionmiles:
-A possum’s confused daylight pilgrimage to his grave.
-The sharp left turn at the bottom of a wooden rollercoaster’s tallest plummet.
-The feeling you have after you eat your favorite snack after it’s expiration date. And where the snack’s expiration date actually means something.
-The finale...
"You work your side of the street, I'll work mine."
Because I'm sure Oprah owns the internet, I wasn't able to find the video of this interview anywhere else but on her website.
I think Keith and I have a love affair with Cormac McCarthy, the American novelist and playwright. After seeing this portion of his interview with Oprah, I think I'm in love with him in real life.
I've decided to restart the second installment in his Border Trilogy called "The Crossing." The first book in this series, "All the Pretty Horses" was made into a movie in 2000. Two of his other novels, "Blood Meridian" and "Cities of the Plain" have been adapted into screen plays and will be released or the big screen in the upcoming year.
My husband is hilarious. I can totally imagine him as he was wrestling with this question in his fevered mind.
millionmiles:
So (without jinxing it) I think I have finally turned a corner in my battle against this virus that has been ravaging my system for the last five days. One of the weirdest aspects of a fever are the dreams you have and the thoughts that repeat endlessly in your mind as you are trying to fall...
This thing sucks.
I got suckered into purchasing a Bobble the other day on one of my 15 trips to Target to purchase prescription medications for either me, my husband or my son (as we have all be sick for the past 2 weeks with a mystery flu-like virus). I say suckered because I saw a Bobble once at a different store and was intreagued by the idea of the thing. You're supposed to be able to fill it with regular tap water and the carbon filter inside it will filter the water as you drink it. You'd be doing your part in helping preserve our environment by eliminating disposable water bottles from your monthly purchases, not to mention the cash I'm supposed to save by using ANY source of water as drinking water.
I was so excited to have a new water bottle that would provide purified water any time a faucet was within reach. Not to mention, the thing was on sale for $9.00 at Target instead of the normal price of $10.00.
I took it home and filled it to the brim with cold water from the tap in my kitchen. As per the directions, the first time you fill the Bobble, you are supposed to squeeze all of the water out to help 'prep' the filter. As I was squeezing the water out, I noticed my hand starting to cramp. It was tough! The water didn't come out in a stream, but a trickle, no matter how hard I squeezed. So I filled it again, and took a drink from it for the first time. I got more air than water. For the amount of time that it took me to finish that bottle, excuse me, BOBBLE of water, I kept saying, "Geez, this thing sucks..." Also, I kept burping.
One of the absolute best scenes from The Office, Season Six.
Larabar
Oh. My. Gosh.
On my quest to become Gluten free and my loose quest to do the Paleo diet, I have been scouring the earth for ways to satisfy my sweet tooth. I have at last found it in the form of a chewy, delicious, perfectly portioned nutrition bar. The Larabar saved my life today while I was shopping through target and my ever increasing metabolism decided it was done digesting the 3 egg omelette (with cucumber & tomato salsa, spinach and bacon) which I had a few hours earlier. I was starving. So I headed over to the "power bar" aisle and stumbled upon the Larabar which was on sale. The main ingredient in these bars are Dates. Which does not go against my Paleo rule because it's naturally sweet, no sugar added. In fact, there were only 3 ingredients in the bar I sampled called "Peanut Butter Cookie": Dates, Peanuts, Salt. I'm about to sink my teeth into their Apple Pie flavor which I'm expecting to be equally delicious and contains zero traces of wheat, gluten or added sugars. This is quite a find for me! I'm so excited! You can find Larabars at Target (currently on sale!), Walmart and online! Check out the new flavors! I mean...CARROT CAKE?!?
This is my baby brother's band Fort deClare. He's 15 and is already standing out as a promising musician in a family of musicians. He has been featured on this website covermesongs.com before as well as another cover website called Coverlaydown.com twice. The second installment features myself on vocals!
This blog asked Sam if he could submit a song to be their Covermesong premier feature. He decided to cover America's Ventura Highway.
Almost a year ago, I started my own interpretation of Eric Chase Anderson's "The Royal Tenenbaums" Cover for the Criterion collection. Its one of our favorite films and I love painting so I thought I'd give it a try. I was doing pretty well, as far as my own standards went but for some reason lost my gumption to finish it. Then today I saw this website! I don't know if this should serve as inspiration to finish or confirmation that mine really sucks.
