Monday, August 31, 2009
Neosporin
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Changes Are Coming
3. 3 day weekend and vacation
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Michael Jackson is Still Alive?
Watch the video and read the story here.
C'mon folks. I know it is hard to let go of a legend like Michael Jackson, but... He is dead, accept it. He didn't fake his death for money, even though we all know that he was broke.
Plus, he would spend some serious jail time for faking his death; talk about some serious fraud cases.
I don't think he is alive. If he was there would be too many people out there (like his doctor, those who did the autopsy, etc.) coming forward to let the scandal out. Michael would have had to pay those people more money than what he would have earned for faking his death.
So, I've said it, Michael is dead, he is not coming back.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Starting a New Blog
Okay, here goes...
I realized that Lover and I go to the movies. No, I realized that Lover and I go to the movies a lot, like at least once a week, sometimes twice, and sometimes once but we watch 2 movies.
What does this mean?
It meeeeaannnss that I am starting a new blog, something meaningful and fun, something useful for other readers/followers (if I gain some).
Said blog will be titled New Release.
WAIT! Don't go there yet! I haven't posted any reviews. Although, I do have a few to catch up on:
The Hangover
The Time Traveler's Wife
G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra
The Ugly Truth
The Orphan
Drag Me to Hell
The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
District 9
Normally, I would not bother with past movies I have seen and just start fresh. But all those movies are still in theatres!!!
In addition. I think I am going to start writing reviews for movies period(.). Like if I watch a new movie that isn't in theatres.
Boy (or girl), this sure gives me something to do with all my time.
I got to get to work!
The Season
Monday, August 24, 2009
The First 2 Months Are the Hardest
A few responses we got when people found out we were moving in together.
"Be careful! The first 2 months are the hardest!" This was the most common. Followed by:
"He/she is going to get on your nerves."
"You have to adjust and remember to compromise, a lot."
"Try not to fight too much."
"It's going to be hard, trust me!"
Me: "We don't really understand what people mean by the first two months are hard. Everything is great for us!"
Friend (who just recently had her boyfriend move it): "Oh no! Trust me girl! They are hard! The first two months are the hardest!"
Well, now we have made it 2 months into living together and things are great! I couldn't love him more, we are there for each other, and we still have not had a single argument. Unless you count me yelling at him NOT to do the dishes on Sunday because I wanted him to spend the next 20 minutes before he had to go to work with me and not cleaning (something I can do while he is away at work, because I had nothing better to do).
Friday, August 21, 2009
Driving Lesson
There are two different "Thank You" waves in the driving world. One you should use frequently, the other you should avoid (at all costs).
The bad driving wave. I'm talking about the bird, being told you're #1, the long one, the F-you finger, the middle finger. Raise your hand if you have ever received this finger while driving. Now, look around at everyone who has his or her hand raised, these are your fellow pompouses.
Yup, because in order to get that finger you probably did something completely deserving of it, like cut someone off, I'm almost certain you cut someone off. If I am wrong, please tell me, in a comment cause I like those, I like to know that people are reading and I'm not just talking to myself, but the online me.
Now, raise your hand if you have ever been the one who gave someone the finger. Now, everyone, look around and those with their hand in the air, these are your fellow self absorbed ass jockeys.
Yup, because in order to give the finger you are probably completely self involved. You might also be that driver you speeds up, so that the driver (you know the one who just cut you off anyway?) couldn't merge over because you were afraid of gaining an extra 10 seconds of you life and now you can't beat your record of fast time home in rush hour traffic.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
28 Day... Cycle
So, usually before this unholy event occurs, I turn into a raging Bitch. Everything seems to bother me and everyone gets on my nerves. This week has been a tad bit different; instead of getting angry I cry. WHAT?
Prime example:
You know that movie, The Parent Trap? The one with Lindsey Lohan, but not the "cracked out, alcoholic, slut" Lindsey Lohan, the "little girl, I don't know what masturbation is" Lindsey Lohan. Well, it is a movie about twin girls, who don't know they have a twin. One lives with her Mom in London, the other lives with her Dad is Napa, CA. Now WHY the parents would even TRY to do this I have no clue? I mean WHO just abandons their child? Cause regardless of anything that is what that is, abandonment.
Anyway, these two meet at camp, figure everything out, and switch places to try and get their parents back together again to be a family.
Okay, all together now: "AAAwww....."
I've seen the movie HUNDREDS of times and could probably tell you the lines of the movie from memory. However, during this showing, every other scene was touching my heart in such a way that my eyes started leaking! I mean, I say eye leakage, because it's not really considered crying when it's against your will. At least it's not in this girls blog!
Needless to say, I am still not entirely sure which one I prefer: Eye Leakage? Or Rage Blackouts?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Who's Paying?
Lover has dated a lot in his past; so, he is pretty familiar with whole dating game, gestures, relationships, what works, what doesn't work, etc... Did I mention that he has dated a lot?
Whenever we go out we play this fun game, where we critique another couples relationship based on what we see (hand gestures, body language, nervous habits, conversation - if we're lucky to be that close to ease drop). Our favorite couples have turned into the first date couples. So, I mention that Lover has dated a lot, right? This means a lot of first dates, he thinks he is a pro about the first date.
We have become almost 100% accurate in pointing out the first date couples. If we disagree, we might find ourselves butting into their conversation to find out. However, we usually both agree. It's actually pretty easy, and fun at the same time, to distinguish the first date. First, they don't look at each other differently; you don't get that deep burning stare, as though the other is peering into their partners eyes. You see the deer in the headlights look, or more commonly, the scared/nervous look. Second, your hand gestures are different; most people are nervous on a first date and therefore find something to do with their hands, say twirling the straw in ones drink or folding, unfolding, and the refolding his or her napkin. Generally, the female will laugh at almost everything that is said, another nervous habit, but also an attempt at flirting. Let me demonstrate:
Him: "I'm really into alternative and punk music."
Her: *chuckle* "Oh that's so funny, me too!"
Was it really that funny?
We really like it when one of them is not interested in the other. For example, we saw this young boy (I say boy because he most likely had barely turned 18) with the young girl (she probably just got her license 6 months ago) together. The boy was completely messing up this date by standing and walking next to her with his arms crossed. Crossed arms are a very uninviting gesture.
If, we can conclude that it is not the couples first date, we then like to guess who is going to pay. This only works if you are somewhere where something has to be bought, like the movies or dinner.
Recently, while enjoying a scrumptious breakfast at The Good Egg, we saw this young couple (maybe in their early to mid twenties). At first, they appeared to be just friends. However, upon further investigation we were able to deduce that they had indeed had sex. The male, clearly was not committed to this young woman. The female, wanted more out of the relationship than he was wanting to give.
After a little bit longer of observing their behavior, I looked at The Man and said:
"I bet she is going to pay!"
I just knew it, it struck me like a lightening bolt.
Afraid that our inner curiosity would not be fulfilled unless we knew who paid, I motioned our waitress over to us. Our waitress is blonde, she lost tip points just for that AND when she brought us our drinks she threw the straws at us, again lost more tip points. However, managed to redeem herself.
Upon my motioning, The Man tried to steer me away but I was resilient.
Me: “I was hoping you could help us out. See, we play this silly little game where we critiques peoples relationships…”
Lover: “No, Christie, stop.” Dismissing the waitress, “you don’t have to listen to her.”
Me: “Babe, I want to know.” To the waitress, “You see that couple over there, the guy with the red hat.”
Lover: “BABE, she doesn’t want to do this…”
Waitress: “No, I want to get in on this.” She moves behind us to get a better view of the couple.
Lover: “Oh my god!”
Me: “See, Babe?” back to the waitress, “We were wondering if you could tell us who pays for the meal, see we are almost positive she is going to pay.”
Waitress: “That is so weird, my friends and I do the same thing, only we try to figure out what they do for a living.” She walks off in promise to report back what she finds.
The waitress gave us a BRILLIANT new game to play! She is in retail of some sort; he on the other hand, unemployed.
Turns out, we didn’t even need our waitress as a spy. As soon as they stood up to walk to the register to pay, the males hands went straight in his pockets, and hers went to her wallet. I laughed! Hysterically!
The waitress did report back and informed us that she was a nurse.
Lover and I looked at each other, laughed and said in unison: “She ain’t no nurse.” The girl might where scrubs and shuffle paperwork, but she certainly is not a nurse.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
20 For a Month
I wish I were talking about money. Although if that were the case, I would much rather have $20 a week for a month. Maybe some day I will find my internet stalker who wants nothing more than to please me from a distance (a far, far distance) and send me money.
Today, I have offically been 20 years old for 1 month. I think I can now start referring to myself as a 20 year old, instead of saying, "I just turned 20." The reaction on faces of strangers upon hearing this is rather amusing. The shocked, "no-way," "ut uh," and "you're WAY older," are rather flattering; until I am 28 and people think I am 35; that'd be gross!
So, even though it has only been one month, it feels like 11. Only, in one more month I still will not be able to purchase alcohol... legally.
***Editors note: Umm, I don't know where my mind was at during this because, uhh... My birthday is June 11, which would have made me 20 for 2 months. I have no clue! Hence, the new tag, FAIL!***
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Driving Lesson
Now, these three lanes of traffic are coming from frontage road. Can anyone possibly imagine how difficult this merge is? Well, actually it is fairly easy, or should be, because the frontage road has a yield sign. Meaning, those drivers have to yield to traffic exiting the freeway. However, do you really think any driver is going to take 10 seconds out of their day and yield, as the sign says they are to, as the law says they are to do, so that I can make the turn I need in order to get home? Nope. They do not. Consequently, I have to turn into a huge Bee.I.Tea.Cee.H, force myself between vehicles, cross my fingers that oncoming cars in the other lanes can slow down in time of my cutting them off, and *sigh* make that well deserved right hand turn on my final stretch of road before pulling into my parking lot, and stopping in the parking space.
So, word of advice YIELD, when you have a “Yield” sign! It is only the right thing to do, the courteous thing to do, and the law. Plus, 10 seconds is not taking that much time from your life.
Friday, August 7, 2009
I Have A Dream...
Okay, not really. I had a dream and it came true, well, sort of.
The Dream:
Lover and I were sitting on our bed discussing finances. I wanted to know where he was spending all of his money. After a few moments of haggling he finally confessed that he was paying off a coworker. He owed someone he worked with $3,000 and was trying to pay it off in 5 months. He explained that he lost it while playing poker, gambling! Then he leaned in to give me a kiss. I was mad and angry, he lied to me, I had every right to be mad and angry. So, instead of embracing the kiss, I slapped him. The dream ended.
Flash forward a few hours to this morning…
I vaguely remembered the dream and probably would have forgot about it if it were not for Lover.
After I got ready for work, I went back into the bedroom to give Lover a kiss good-bye, he has Fridays off of work. This is when he asked me why I slapped him last night. With a confused look I asked, “I slapped you?” Apparently, last night I slapped him while I was sleeping. But that is not the even crazier part.
I fall asleep early and he stays up late. He is use to it. He works the Swing shift. When he went to bed last night, he went to give me a kiss good-night (again, I was sleeping), and I slapped him. I slapped him for kissing me, just like I did in my dream.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Couple Friends
Text Conversation:
US – “Hey Bro [clearly not me texting here] do you and Jane* want to get together and do something tonight?”
THEM – “Sure what do you have in mind?”
US – “Dinner and a movie? OR we could just hang out by the pool, catch up, and relax.”
[Jeopardy music playing in the background]
30 minutes later…
THEM – “Hey Bro [clearly directed towards Lover], Jane just passed out on the couch, I don’t think tonight is a good night.”
So, this was at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Yea, Lover and I need new friends. I mean, seriously? If you didn’t want to hang out, why wouldn’t someone just say he or she wasn’t in the mood? OR if you didn’t like ideas, why wouldn’t you suggest something else?
On another night, Lover and I were going to gather a bunch of our friends together and have a big dinner. There were 20 people (including us). Within 24 hours of the dinner, 16 people backed out! The only people who went to the dinner was me, Lover, my Mom, and Step-Dad.
I really don’t think that something is wrong with us, because we are good people. Wait, did I mention that these were all HIS friends that were backing out?
Don’t be mistaken, my friends back out too. Only, my friends consist of my Dad’s ex girlfriend (ya, I know) and her boyfriend (who I can’t stand). She sort of tells me the truth though. She is a 33 year-old-woman, with 2 divorces, and 3 kids, who is not “allowed” to hang out with me. Her boyfriend thinks that I, a 20 year-old young woman with 3 degrees, no kids, and a loving boyfriend, is a bad influence. Who are we kidding here? The saddest part of it all, is that she listens. Yup.She.Listens.
So… I will say it again. Lover and I need new friends, non flaky ones, who enjoy going out. You can be single or a couple. Although, we do ask that if you are a couple, you cannot be consumed in your relationship, because if you are consumed in your relationship you will only want to hang out with the other partner, and THAT would make you like our current friends.
Anyone else in the market? We will send you our resume!
*name changed to protect identity :P
Big Deal, So What, Who Cares?
I was driving to work this morning when this song, Leann Rimes - Big Deal, managed to make it's way from my I-pod, to my car speakers and into my ears.
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