Sunday, August 07, 2005

evening

Contest Winner!

And we have a winner!  For my very first contest, the computer picked Lulu.  After I have some coffee and a bite to eat (yeah, yeah, I slept in, but you’ll have to keep in mind that I was on the phone with my mom for 45 minutes too), I’ll send Lulu an email.  The rest of youse, I’ll have the new contest for September 7th up later on today.  Wait for the announcement.  Or, maybe, wait to find out what Lulu gets.  Heh.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

late evening

It’s My Birthday, It’s My Birthday, It’s My Birthday For At Least A Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

Tomorrow, Leigh-Ann and I will go get sushi.  I have a birthday craving for tobiko and I don’t think anything else will do.  Then, on Monday, we’ll go out to lunch with my parents to Claim Jumper.  I thought about The Melting Pot for fondue, then I looked at the prices.  Yeah, so, uh, no.  They’re already getting me the Landshut Cannibals jersey, so I think a $60 meal is kind of excessive.  But, isn’t the jersey really cool?  It’ll stand out amongst all of the Las Vegas Wranglers jerseys when we go to games.  I have absolutely no idea who this team is other than the fact that they have a great name and a neat jersey.  And, of course, right now I’m still in my Leafs Ambivalence phase.  Back to the subject at hand, my birthday - next Sunday will be the family birthday dinner for me and my sister-in-law, Ilona, whose birthday is on the 15th.  She’s just darned lucky she wasn’t around when I was a kid because I probably wouldn’t have been so happy sharing my birthday parties.  But now, it’s cool.  I like her and at 41, I now play well with others.

For my first birthday picture, here’s Phoenix looking all cute ‘n’ stuff.  She would’ve looked cuter, but she has some red-eye issues.  She’s blind in the eye that’s showing and it normally photographs as green, but this time an icky red.  I tried to do a little retouching, but I didn’t want to make it look weird.  I’d just washed all of the dogs’ beds and blankets.  I was giving her the blanket back, but she seemed to want to be under it, versus on top of it.  Who am I to argue?  Plus, with her head resting on the leg of a computer chair, she looked so cute.

In honor of my birthday, I think I broke my big toe. You know how normally when you kick something, you always think you broke your toe, but in a little while it starts to feel better and you know it was, again, one of those times that you really DIDN’T break your toe? Well, mine doesn’t feel any better and is now throbbing. I was going to write that I kicked the dog ramp by our bed, then I looked over at it. Uh, it’s on my right side as I’m walking in the “kicked the whatever” direction. It’s the big toe on my left foot. Now, either kicking something that hard made me lose my mind, so I had no idea what I kicked, or I was walking like I was drunk (I was not) or I kicked the computer stand that actually *is* on the left side.  Yow, welcome to 41.

evening

Cool, Weed For My Birthday

Whoops, my bad, that’s Weeds, the tv show.  Its first episode is on my birthday.  Check.  The lead character has my name.  Check.  She lives in the suburbs.  Check.  She’s a widow and becomes a pot dealer.  Okay, no check there.  You know, I’ve always hated Mary-Louise Parker in everything except Saved! where she totally redeemed herself from a lifetime of being on my most hated (yet talented, I do not deny) actresses list.  So now, I will watch her tv show and eat cookies and pretzels and then cookies again.  I don’t even care that my beloved Doug Elfman didn’t especially care for the show.  I’m capable of suspending my disbelief that this pot dealer can sell her wares without looking over her shoulder or worrying about her children.  It’s tv.  It’s fiction.  It’s not like Desperate Housewives depicts anything that would ever happen in any normal person’s life.

early evening

Please Give Me Those 122 Minutes Of My Life Back

We just finished watching Napoleon Dynamite and except for the election dance scene, I wanted to scoop my eyeballs out and place them somewhere where they could watch something better than a first grade play.  In fact, a first grade play would’ve been better than this movie.  Can someone please tell me why they liked it?  Thankfully, we recorded it off one of the movie channels, so we didn’t actually go to a theater and pay for it.  I honestly would’ve asked for my money back...and I have NEVER asked for my money back at the theater.  Oh my god, it was so horrible.  If we’d actually saved it to watch on my birthday tomorrow, I might have cried.  Copious tears.  If someone made money writing and filming this, I’m ready for my career in the movies.  I’ll write the screenplay and act.  You won’t get a dance scene, but other than that, I could give you the same crappy dialogue.

Friday, August 05, 2005

evening

I Am Currently Leafs Ambivalent™ (™Leigh-Ann)

I do so love to want to love the Leafs again.  But I’m bitter about how Tie Domi (or Voldemort) was treated.  He seems happy, but I’m thinking this is really all about me.  Little does he know, the Las Vegas Lesbians want him to be a contendah...and happy.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s HIS career, but I thought it would be fun to play for the Pens.  I’m having trouble readjusting to Tie (or Voldemort) being a Leaf.  I’m hating the Leafs management for toying with him, instead of just signing him right off the bat, so both Tie Domi (or Voldemort) and I could rest well and happy.  But I got so used to the thought of Tie (or Voldemort) protecting cute Sidney Crosby (he’s a very poised 17 year old - we saw him on Leno) on the Penguins, who seem to really be trying to be a Stanley Cup contender that I wanted to see Tie (or Voldemort) be a part of that.  Yeah, yeah, I realize I’m a stranger and it should have no effect on me, but Tie (or Voldemort) is the person who got me interested in hockey and I’m loyal.  I just really enjoy watching someone playing who gives 100%, even when his body is broken to bits.  I mean, seriously, did you people see that last Leafs playoffs?  He couldn’t even snap the strap back on his helmet with one of his hands, but he was glad to go out on the ice and put his body on the the line for the team.

This may be my last Tie (or Voldemort) post for a while, while I try to remember the happy Leafs times.  I’m sure if Tie Domi (or Voldemort) can get over it, I can.  Good thing there is some time for me to mull it over and become okay with it.  What I’m not okay with, the unwarranted attacks on Tie on the hockey forums.  They’re people who have NO idea what he’s given back to the community.  They base their decisions on the fact that some days he doesn’t want to be bugged by every single person on the street.  He does plenty of public appearances, approach him there.  Don’t interrupt his dinner or his time with his family or when he’s in a hurry to go somewhere.  He owes his time to the Leafs...and to the charities he’s chosen to support.  So, get off his case, man.