Saturday, October 30, 2010

A Modern Dog

Virginia Woolf said that you should write everyday, no matter how uneventful it seems; because something significant always happens.

I'm pretty sure she was right.

I got up today hoping to do homework and maybe watch I Know What You Did Last Summer because hello, JLH is in it and it's the only Halloween movie I hadn't seen yet.

But instead, as soon as I crack open my book, the heater guy comes. We haven't been able to turn the heat on in our house lately, which has sucked because it's been literally freezing out, and when I come home in the morning after working outside all night, the last thing I want is to sleep in an icebox.

My dog, Jet, started twirling to go outside and I usually just escort him out the door but I decided to pick him up this time. Under his left leg, by his shoulder where his harness lies, I felt a sticky brown goo. I looked down and realized his harness had sliced a one-inch thick gash into his little puppy skin and it was badly infected. My dad and I put him in the tub, tried to wash him and disinfect the area. But we knew we were going to have to take him to the Puppy ER.

So we wait for the heater to get fixed (yes, warmth!) and load up in the car to the 24-hour animal hospital. We found out Jet is a little overweight, thanks to my mother's feeding him scraps from the table, he has an ear infection, and of course, an infected wound. He got some pain meds, medicine to treat the wound, and he got stapled up. The vet said if he became more infected, we have to take him back for $600 surgery that cuts out the infected skin and utilizes actual stitches. We're hoping that doesn't happen...

So now we're home and nursing our wounded puppy back to health. The nurse called him "stoic" because he didn't cry when he got stapled back up. I'm pretty proud of the little slug.

Friday, October 29, 2010


What a whirlwind of a week! There were haunted houses, margaritas, and tornadoes! Oh my! A twister, a twister! Okay, yeah, I'm finished.

On Saturday I met up with my old crew for some authentic Mexican fare. It was delicious and deep-fried and all of those things that indicate that it's in all actuality, American Mexican food. Chimichangas? Only in America can we take thick meaty shells and deep fry them with loads of cheese on top.

 Clare and Wibs!
 Jae and I... it's better to be around him now that he's not my supervisor any more.
 Please just accept this for Jae's creeper face.
I heart Clare!

Afterwards I met up with my buddy, Joey. We waited in line for two and a half hours for a haunted house in the bottom floor in allegedly one of America's most haunted places. Over 63,000 people were reported to have died there so, knowing me, I was more than excited to see it. I couldn't believe I was actually standing in such a historical place. I didn't see anything creepy besides people waiting in line. But I plan to go back for a longer tour through the whole edifice. We of course, ended up going to IHOP because Joey hadn't eaten all night and because I hadn't had the pumpkin pancakes yet. So basically I am fat.
Look at all the orbs! I'm not entirely convinced of the theory that orbs in pictures represent human souls (thanks to many debunking sessions during Ghost Hunters) but some of them appear to be generating their own light which is slightly creepy. The rest of it's just dust.
 While we were waiting in line, these "zombies" performed Thriller. Joey was really freaked out by one of the large female zombies.
Blueberry pancakes! He barely made a dent in his.
I however, owned this entire meal.

Monday, October 25, 2010 marked the release of Taylor Swift's third album, Speak Now. 
Can I just say, thank you Taylor Swift.

This album is so much more maturely written than her previous albums. You can really see the development. I also think her songs are so much cheekier now and it makes me chuckle. Songs like "Speak Now" and "Better Than Revenge" have me thinking about people in my own life who exemplify the characters in these songs. 

"Dear John" and "Innocent" are especially hard-hitting for me. I know that Swifty wrote them with her own personal subjects in mind but they hold a personal meaning for me as well. It's special that she can do that with her words. 

"Mean" and "Enchanted" have me singing at the top of my lungs in my car... "This night is sparkling, don't you let it go!" 

I feel privileged (lame, yes) to be Taylor's age because her albums are chronicles of her life, growing up. I got to live in the same kind of world she sang about in her first album, about first loves and coming-of-age. Fearless recounted those awkward times in high school that you can't wait to be over, but once it's gone, you kind of, just a little bit, wish you had it back. And now, I feel like she's entering into her very first adult situations and learning from them, just like me. 

But anyway!

This Tuesday I was totally loving:

The "Touch-a-toucha-touch-a-touch me" scene with Emma and Will well... it was pretty sexy. I do not object to Matthew Morrison's abs.

Also, on Tuesday we had tornado warnings in the area so I didn't go to class.

Spending a day on the couch eating and drinking hot apple cider, watching Hocus Pocus, The Others, and Halloweentown 2: Kalabar's Revenge was kind of awesome.

On Thursday, our Spanish class created a Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) altar to be judged in a contest this Monday. For throwing it together in a couple hours with only a few people, it looks really good. I even think we could win. Keeping my fingers crossed!

I'm seriously cheerful for how cold it is. Wonder how long that will last. :)

Friday, October 22, 2010


Though it's been a fairly good week, I'm glad its end is here. My mom and I went shopping yesterday and I found the perfect leather motorcycle jacket and floral dress.

 Yes, from the Lauren Conrad collection. I am a LAME-O.

I ended up getting an A on that Spanish midterm of doom... much to my surprise and dismay, others in class, who are more intelligent-sounding when they speak than I, did not do well at all.

Today Julie and I went to California Pizza Kitchen, perused the mall, tried on Victoria's Secret makeup, ended up finding "the perfect red" lipstick (for the first time ever in our lives), and got cookie cake.

It's not hard to feel good about yourself around Julie. "We love all the same things and hate the same people. That's when you know you're friends," she said.

Check out that sexy vest. Oh and my face. 
I don't know if you can see in the picture, but my nails are dark blue. I painted them from a sample bottle of nail polish at Victoria's Secret. "I can't believe I'm polishing my nails for free!" I said, and the wand dipped heavily to coat my right ring finger with navy polish. "This is God's way of saying I have to pay somehow."

I am optimistic for this weekend.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

A Myriad (Harbour) of Thoughts

These past couple of weeks have been so stress-filled. The looming nature of papers. The tendency mid-terms have to sneak up on those who have not studied vigorously enough throughout the semester. Needless to say, it's all kind of over with now. The looming has subsided but not particularly gone away. Finals will be just around the bend.

I spent my entire weekend writing and studying. But I did enjoy Sunday. I always love Sundays. When my dad's home anyway. We always go to church together and it always seems to punctuate my week perfectly. It seems like I can feel anything I want to feel and no one can take it from me. Not on Sunday.

 Last Thursday our creative writing class took a field trip to a landmark cemetery. It's miles long and full of history. One of my favorite movies had a scene filmed there, so it made me smile to know I was in a place where Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst had stood. Especially since Kirsten Dunst is one of my two favorite actresses (the other being Nicole Kidman). My friend Julie and I bummed a ride from this girl in our class. She strikes me as one of those carefree, hippie-type girls who is beautiful without really trying and cool by just standing there. She's also one of those girls who can drive with all of her windows down and it doesn't mess her hair up. I will never be one of those girls. She played The Breeders and Jimi Hendrix. I remember thinking how wonderful it would be to be her friend but also how incredibly complicated. She's readily able to criticize the world and I am not. I tend to praise things without question just because of tradition. I'm safe. I drive with my windows up. I don't paint in my living room or walk around barefoot at concerts. I don't carry a yoga mat in my backseat. In essence, I'm just not that carefree.

I'm not really sure if that's a fault or not.

 Last night at work, we noticed that in one of the see-through cans that someone was shipping the baskets that attach to hot air balloons. A girl on my crew asked, "Who wants to go for ride?" All I could think was, "I do!" I've created a stupid little Bucket List for myself and one of the things I want to do before I die is ride in a hot air balloon. "Maybe someday..." I thought to myself. Then I returned to my thought. "What am I waiting for?" It always seems like I wait around for things to happen instead of just doing them. Granted a hot air balloon ride costs like $250 but still. What's keeping me from making it happen now? I'd hate to return to my list 20 years from now and say, "I haven't done half of these things." Because surely, I will have a mental breakdown and possibly fill my coat with rocks and drown myself in the Ouse River. Just kidding, but seriously.

(I prefer this allusion to a famous author's death instead of the ever-typical "stick my head in the oven," almost a cliche now amongst the "intellectually elite").

And another thing, I've been thinking about Virginia Woolf a lot lately. And how she didn't publish her first novel until she was 33. And how it took her all into her 20's to prepare it. And how she was on Hitler's "Hit List" for publishing an anti-Fascist manifesto. And how her death wasn't really illogical at all. She wasn't all that crazy. She was just taking preventative action against being physically and mentally enslaved. Death was her relief, just like her character Septimus Smith, in Mrs. Dalloway.

 So, Sunday night, aka Monday morning I turned on my TV to find nothing other than, THE WONDER YEARS! When I was a kid, I always loved that show but my parents didn't like it so they'd always change the channel. It was a real treat when I actually got to watch it. So, there was an episode with Kevin's older sister, Karen, dating this vegetarian hippie guy. And he had long hair, John Lennon-esque glasses and all I could think was, "That kinda looks like John Corbett. Nah, couldn't be. It would be awesome if it were John Corbett though." Well, IT WAS. And I had a dream that night that hippie John Corbett from The Wonder Years and I were a thing. And it got me to thinking about just how attractive he was in Sex and the City. Long hair or short. He's just the archetypically perfect instance of the rugged American boy. He looks good in crisp white shirts and jeans. Even though I do believe Carrie and Big belong together, Aidan definitely does a little bit more for me.

It's kind of weird though, because he's older than my dad.

And to wrap up this little love fest, I think it appropriate to praise the book I've been devouring lately, The Hours. It's easily a new favorite. I watched the movie last night as well and loved it. Of course, it is sort of Virginia Woolf-centered so how could I not? There were just so many poignant scenes and lines. Laura Brown, the sullen housewife from 1951 (1949 in the book) tries to make a birthday cake for her husband and says to her son, "We're baking the cake to show him how much we love him." The boy responds, "Otherwise he won't know we love him?" After a pause Laura says, "That's right." Things like that just pull at your heart. 

Outstanding performances by Julianne Moore, Meryl Streep (even though I dislike her), and of course, Nicole Kidman.

I can't wait for Friday. I need a weekend. One that actually involves going outside once in awhile.
Till then...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Weekly Obsessions

For the sake of happiness and pictures:

It's a total cheese-ball movie but I love it. It's been on my mind a lot. The characters are transported through Prague, Venice, Berlin, mainly by train. It has inspired me and I hope to do the same one day! Plus, cute British boys in movies lighten any bad mood for me. I love the soundtrack, lots of foreign pop.

My friend Sarah introduced me to some new music that I very much love. The Swell Season + Brooks Ritter. I can't stop listening to "Low Rising" by the Swell Season and Brooks Ritter's "Horse Fell Lame." It's all good but these are the songs that get stuck in my head most. 
Also, "Oscar Wilde" by Company of Thieves. It sounds like such a throwback. It's so refreshing.

"The Seed" by The Roots has such a good sound but I think the lyrics actually mean explicitly what they say. Which is gross. But I like the song anyway.

And for the bored:
"Stop the Rock" -Apollo 440
"Vivi Daverro" -Giorgia
"You're Free" -Yomanda
"Wide Open Space" -Mansun
"Who Needs Shelter" -Jason Mraz
all from the Chasing Liberty soundtrack

Ashamed to admit it, but I have already finished reading this book. There's something about Lauren Conrad that is so simple but always so put-together. I know she's completely been followed by drama, much of which, I'm sure she created herself, but man, she always looks good. 

Those are the obsessions this week!


Hey. It's been awhile.

I've been going through one of those horrible, awful, no good, very bad predicaments in which I am overcome with failure and in turn, begin questioning who I am. I am an English major. But upon submitting a poem to my university's literary magazine I receive an email informing me that I was not included because they had chosen 130 other better pieces. It's not like I wrote the poem with publication in mind, it was for class, but I just thought it was supposed to be effortless, you know? If I'm so inclined to English, why can't I compete with only 130 other submissions. In the real world, it would be 130,000 submissions. How can I even compete?

I try not to be too hard on myself. Sylvia Plath sent hundreds of submissions to Seventeen magazine before she was finally published. Her poetry took years of careful work and refinement to be noticed. But I'm no Sylvia Plath.

My other classes have been equally frustrating. In my Latin American Cultures class I studied for three days and nights, pulling an all-nighter the last day, for a mid-term on Thursday. Even though I was very thoughtful with my studying, re-reading and taking notes, consolidating information and comparing and contrasting points of interest for the essay portion. But come the day of the test, I knew I had faltered. All that studying. And I can say in all honesty that it was the best effort I could have put forth and it seemed to have fell way below par. I was always so good with Spanish. I've been learning it since I was 13. If I can't even succeed at the things I've always been good at, then who am I?

English is my life. I can't see myself doing anything different. But when my opinion clashes with that of world-renowned professor, how can I bring myself to write a 6-8 page paper about something I know she will hate and tear to pieces because she's published 5 zillion books on the subject already and has a predisposed bias.

Maybe I need to get past my own laziness. I want to write one paper. I don't want to revise. I don't want to be critiqued. I want it to be right the first time. This isn't real life though. It's another one of my movies.

Life always proceeds in a cycle. Eventually something great will happen that will make all of this insignificant. But as for now, I am in a time of reflection facing an impending change.

See you then.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Not the Only One

 What a week it has been leading up to fall break... except for me it's not quite fall break until tomorrow at 1:50 when my French class is over. A recap you ask? 

Monday was so cold but the hot soup at McAlister's helped.

Tuesday we worked on a collaborative class project called "Lyrical Big Mac" in which we separately wrote a poem about one of the juicy burger's ingredients. Then we came together to share and create anew.

Wednesday... who cares?

Today it was finally warm again! Thank you schizophrenic weather of the south! I drove to class with my windows rolled down, I didn't have to wear socks, and life is just better when you're not obligated to wear socks. I decided that red is not the best color to wear to my Latin American Cultures class because I was like a flaming target to be called on today. No me gusta eso. But there were some churros left over from the Spanish Club celebration in the building beforehand so noshing occurred.

For once this whole week I haven't had to come home and rush to get homework done before taking off to work. What an excellent segue...

My new start time at work has been wonderful to me. I get 6 hours of sleep now which is exactly what I need to function, no less. It's hilarious to see the difference between Lauren on 5 and half hours of sleep and 6. Huge deal. I feel like I do a lot less work, especially the menial stuff, and my crew doesn't seem to contain any murderers. I feel so much more attentive and alive in class and I don't have to nap before going to work. It's been so nice.

I got a call from my ex-summer fling, but he didn't leave a message. Curious? Whatever.

What have I been obsessed with lately besides feeling awesome and rested?

I don't care what anyone says, I cannot wait for October 26 for the whole album to be released. But in the meantime I have the singles...

I ordered this makeup palette from Sephora and got it in the mail yesterday... so excited.

I have been using Bath & Body Work's Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin body splash, lotion, and soap. Mmm, fall.

I'm hopefully going to my local orchard/winery/restaurant/corn maze this Tuesday to top off fall break. I can't wait for deliciously bad-for-me food, getting lost in the maze, and enjoying the 85 degree weather that is indeed, uncharacteristic of fall.

And also I have to prepare a 6-8 page case study and study for a test in a class that I can hardly follow while I'm sitting in it. Shall be delightful. But in the meantime...

Love should be...
" memory of barbaric customs."

And everyone's life soundtrack should include John Lennon's "Imagine." The end.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

My Past Year and a Half of Employment OR A List Characters Comparable to those in a Tolstoy novel

Last night was my last night as a "late crew" member. For a year and a half, I was a low seniority crew member, thinking that I would never be promoted to an "early crew." I've seen dozens of people come and go, some I still think about, others it takes awhile to remember.

In April 2009, I was a "new hire." I didn't know how to do much so I just stood back and observed with my mouth shut. Yellow Tony, as we call him, asked me a little about myself. Alex welcomed me to the crew. Kevin and Black Tony (again, affectionately named) wanted to know more about me and offered advice. Chris, Michael, and Anthony were quiet at first but Anthony warmed up pretty quickly and we realized we shared a similar sense of humor, and he always left me with a belly ache by imitating people or exaggerating his work frustrations.

Chris would always be on these weird diets, like only bananas and tuna, that lead mysterious smells to appear in the airplanes and shouts of "OH MY GOD CHRIS" as he started laughing. Black Tony always packed a lunch box full of stereotypical food of the African-American persuasion. He couldn't ever wait to go on break so he could get him some greens and chicken with hot sauce. Alex always talked about the places he and his girlfriend went and asked what I would being doing with my significant other on the weekend (who is no longer significant, haha).  Yellow Tony would always chew on his bottle caps and Alex would yell something like, "You have the biggest f***ing mouth of any person I have ever seen." Kevin and I would often talk with one another and he would always greet me with a "What's up Lauren?" and try to bum cigarettes off of Anthony. Chris was obsessed with working out and eating. Michael was our resident trouble maker. He would always fight with our supervisor about being late and loved to quote Tyrone Biggums and had so many signature phrases it was hard to keep up: "Aaaaayyy liiiilll boday," "we got planes comin' in from Japan," "Gary mama pac-10" were just a few that to explain, would take days.

Our supervisor Gary's mother was apparently a part of the athletic division PAC-10 so one day some guy from a different crew said, "GARY MAMA PAC-10!" And it just sort of stuck and the crew adopted it as an insult and fodder to scribble on the fogged up cans that came from the planes.

There were days we were all interrogated by the full time supervisor. Anthony threw a few Skittles up in the air and freakishly, one stuck into the blade of the plane's engine, which sent the maintenance crew into a fit. Food was later banned on the ramp because of this instance.

Michael was the first to go. He hated the job so much that it was only natural that he would quit. Then Chris got frustrated with Gary one day and just left. He eventually came back but it was decided that he would be fired due to "crew abandonment." Thanks to the union, Chris got his job back on a different crew. Then Alex got promoted to an earlier crew. For the longest time it was Black Tony, Yellow Tony, Anthony, Kevin and I. Then came a new hire, Aaric, who I met after I came back from getting my wisdom teeth removed. At first we all hated him because he was lazy but one day he brought in Krispy Kreme doughnuts for everyone and things got better. Aaric and I got really close during that time and we would both talk about our boyfriend/girlfriend issues. Around this same time, a girl named Estelle got hired but she didn't last very long before she quit. At this point, we obtained a very annoying character named Brad. I was later informed by Alex that Brad told him that he was going to "try to get with me" when he first started on the crew. I'm fairly certain my belligerence and name-calling deterred him. This May Aaric moved back home and quit. I didn't think I would ever have a friend like him again. A few days before Aaric quit, Kevin also quit because he found a better job. Our crew was getting smaller and smaller.

Earlier this year, Gary moved to an earlier time so we got a new supervisor named Tony. Yes, another Tony. We called him Sup Tony. Everyone was a lot happier with Tony as a sup because he actually used his head and didn't bark orders at his crew members. At the end of every night he would thank us and tell us what a good job we had done. I always appreciated that. And plus, he was just way nicer.

After Aaric left we got two new hires, one named Josh and one named Lorenzo. Josh was always willing to work his butt off and Lorenzo refused to get in the plane, claiming that he was too big or sick. I had just went through my breakup when they got hired so I didn't really talk to them at first. Josh and I really hit it off when I drove him around in a tug on cleanup one night. Lorenzo and I didn't always see eye to eye because he was so lazy.

Maybe not even a month or so later, we got two more new hires, EJ and Clare. EJ was this old guy with a weird shoulder slouch, molester drawstring pants, and gardening gloves. He would always say bizarre things so oftentimes he would end up as the butt of our jokes. Clare and I started talking about where we were from one night and pretty much couldn't stop. We became inseparable and I still consider us to be so. We had many of the same interests in music, movies, and a similar sense of humor.

At this point in time, we had another sup change. Tony moved up to an earlier crew and we ended up with Jae. Luckily annoying Brad got moved to an earlier start time as well.

With EJ and Clare as additions to our crew, Yellow Tony and Black Tony moved up to earlier crews. We had an older guy, named Chris work on our crew for awhile, but he ended up getting transferred too.

Lorenzo quit very soon because he was working two jobs and the other one paid more. EJ quit as well, claiming the job didn't "fulfill his mental capabilities." The only person still on the crew that I got hired on with was Anthony. Then we had a new hire named Devin, who didn't last long because his attendance was terrible.

Not too long ago, we had yet another transfer named Chris come to our crew from an earlier start time. He was very proud of his seniority and willing to tell anyone about that was around him for a couple of minutes. This is hardly worth mentioning but we just got a new hire that worked on the crew for about three days before she was fired for poor attendance. Her name was D'Erica. Clare and I went on all night about how she was "d'fired" and "d'out of here," etc.

Working with Jae was really frustrating most of the time because he acted a lot like the first supervisor I had, Gary. He was all right to talk to as a person but not always the best boss.

Clare, Josh, and I were pretty much inseparable all summer long, especially Josh and I. He really made going to work worth it and I had a lot of fun talking to him every night and making faces. We had another new hire, named Brad, whom we affectionately refer to as "Wibs." Wibs and I have a love-hate relationship which is mainly more hate. Nearly everything we say to one another is an insult. Then one day there was a falling out between Josh and I and a very awkward period when we didn't talk. Then we patched things up and work was a lot better again. The crew now consisted of Anthony, Josh, Clare, Wibs, Chris, and I.

This Tuesday Jae said, "We're getting some new hires today so that means we need people to move up. Anyone interested?" I raised my hand, immediately. It was a decision I had made long before. I was ready. This was something I needed to do for myself. Everything on the crew was back to being fun again but I knew I couldn't let that hold me back.

The next day I had my new assignment: my old supervisor Tony! Of all the sups on the ramp, I wanted him the most. I never thought it would actually happen though. Yellow Tony is on his crew so going into it, I'll at least know someone. I now get to start at 11:45 instead of 1:45, don't have to do cleanup at the end of the night, etc. I was excited about it all last week and didn't really have a chance to sit down and think about it because I was so tired and busy with school. But last night was my final night as a "late crew" member. After a year and half, I'm the one making my exodus. All last night we spent laughing and talking, anticipating breakfast at Shoney's after work, and Jae was being cool because he knew it was my last night (and Anthony's too).

Clare, Wibs, Chris that loves his seniority, Chris that loves to work out and eat, Anthony, Josh, Jae, and I all went out to breakfast and spent the majority of the time making fun of Wibs. I was on fire with my jokes for some reason today. Why couldn't I be more funny when these people were around me perpetually? It was like now that I was leaving, I was allowed to be a different, more confident person. Albeit sad, I did feel confident and ready. Josh had been giving me looks all night and it really just summed up our whole relationship. We are defined by our looks. Clare was visibly sad all night and Wibs kept on insulting me.

It didn't really hit me until people started leaving that it would be the last time that things would ever be like this again. It reminded me of Drew Baylor in Elizabethtown who said, "I've become a secret connoisseur of last looks, you know, the way people look at you when they believe it will be for the last time."

The two Chris(es) got up to leave and Anthony. I realized that Anthony was the only one I hadn't been separated from the entire time I have been employed. "This is the first time we're going to be split up! I'm never going to see you again!"
"We'll see each other again," he said, his kind smile assuring me that he was right.

Josh again, kept staring at me all through breakfast and we all kept joking around. He had this fleece hat on that he had sticking up really high. "You look like a Russian," I said. He moved the hat down and rolled it up. "Now you look like you should be loitering outside of an Aldi." Everyone laughed and agreed he looked like a bum. It got real quiet when Josh just yells, "F*** ya'll! I'm homeless!" More bursts of laughter. When Josh got up to leave he came over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Can I have a hug? I'm like never going to see you again..." We hugged, "Hit me up sometime." Deep down in my belly I felt a happy warmth, and I'm fairly certain it wasn't the scrambled eggs (though delicious).

Then the four of us were left: Clare, Wibs, Jae, and I. We eventually made our way to the parking lot and exchanged hugs. Clare was giving me the puppy dog face and we decided that my leaving the crew just meant that we would have to hang out in the real world more. I feel like I haven't seen the last of these people.

It's been a crazy ride and I feel all mixed up with different feelings. I miss the comfort of my old crew and the memories associated with it but know in my heart that this promotion is exactly what I needed. Some of these people I've only know a few months and already I feel a stronger sense of loss than when I got broken up with by someone I'd know for over a year and a half. We have all diverged into our respective new places and it will only be a matter of time before we're shaken up again. But isn't that what life's really about? Collecting stories, collecting friendships, and best of all, actually feeling something once it's all gone.

Friday, October 1, 2010

I can't have you, but I have Dreams

I really just felt an urgency to post a video for this song because I am loving it right now. I really enjoy the images in the video as well, especially her laying upon the tree, like it's the entrance to the rabbit's hole in Alice in Wonderland. Juxtaposed with the carnival images, it's modern whimsy!

It's so sad that every time The First Wive's Club comes on TV I have to watch it. Good thing I have to go pick my mom up soon to break the cycle!

I found it humorous this morning the first thing my mother said to me was:
"Who did Mr. Big marry?"
"Sarah Jessica Parker (as Carrie Bradshaw)."
"Where did they get married?"
"City Hall. They were going to get married in the New York Public Library but Carrie thought Big stood her up and... why'd you ask me that?"
"They were quizzing people about weddings on the Today Show. You got them right!"

I love it.

Things I Love Today

I eat McAlister's three times a week. I'm beginning to think it's an obsession. Oh, roast beef melt + chicken tortilla soup.

These are almost impossible to find! But alas, my efforts at pacing through Kroger yielded discovery.

This stuff is idiot proof! I love it! I decided to try "Frenzy" and am pretty sure I have found perfection! Plus, the adds with Jessica Biel were so allusive I had to see what the hype was all about.

I love Samantha Brown! All of her travels inspire me so much. I know I will probably never make it to 57 countries in my lifetime, but I hope to travel like she does one day; with a free spirit, sense of humor, and a connection to local people and culture. 

I may have spent it alone, but I think today was a good day. Sometimes you just need to catch up with yourself.