Throwback Thursday: Doo. Do do do. Doo. Do do do. (Theme from Hotline).

Oh Hotline. I had such a past with you. You created my intense desire to work in the industry. You lured me in. Adult realizations in the recent years left me with a bitter taste. And you have not only rolled down hill, but completely plummeted to the bottom of the abyss. Last summer, they were still airing a few of my episodes from my senior year. In 2003. Ouch for them. Kudos to me.

Missed it by months.

Ok, so I read James Marsden’s “Tomorrow When the War Began” series when I was younger. And by that, I mean I ADORED them to pieces and read them numerous times.

I left Australia less than four months ago. And I just now find out its the #1 movie out there right now?!?!?!?!

BOOOOOOOOO.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1456941/

Throwback Thursday: Weddings Ago.

I am headed to a wedding next weekend. Shopping for shoes for said wedding this weekend. As well as going to a wedding reception Saturday night. It shall be my first wedding of 2010. Kinda crazy that I went all summer.

The wedding above happened years and years ago, although for those of you that actually know me, you would realize that, considering that I haven't seen that groom in 5 years and my brother looks like he belongs on the Disney channel....

I definitely remember it though. Lindsie sat with us. And I had on a black long sleeve shirt that had a dragon on it, along with the same Chinesey dragon gold skirt. Weird, the things we remember....

Throwback Thursday: Four Year Old Flaming Fashions.

Can we claim 2011 as the year we all bring back 80s fashion? Because if I could look this cute all year, it would be FANTASTIC. I mean really, you can't find a more chic fashionista four year old than this!

Fat and Fakin It

I don't know if I would go as far as to say that I'm a gym rat, but I feel like I am there enough to no longer be considered a poser. And now that I have the Legit Gym User status, the people that don't, drive me INSANE. I mean really, quit fooling yourself, you are just wasting your time and blocking my use of the bike with the good head phone jack.

This past week has been a great example of nearly every pet peeve I have at the gym, including:

-wearing button down collared shirts (ex. the Mayor wearing Hawaiian print)
-unlaced shoes
-shoes not meant for working out, Chucks, designer "tennis shoes"
-jeans (ESPECIALLY during yoga. Denim does not stretch people)
-being drenched in cologne (I should not choke for minutes after you walk by, breathing is rather important during cardio)
-elaborate jewelry
-long hair being worn down (if you arent sweating enough for that to be annoying, you shouldnt be there)

And this doesnt even begin to actually start my annoyances with using the equipment, like the guy that treats the rehab bike like its a normal bike despite the HUGE clacking "Im breaking" noise with each foot push......

And its another, Panther, First Down.

I survived the first football game of the year. Somehow. I learned the brand new system literally the day before, the instant replay computer totally broke down, and I had a crew of kids that had never worked with us before.

I walked in the door getting home feeling like I had lived through about three car accidents in a row, one involving a bright purple and yellow fire truck.

And then. Glory of all glories. Pizza arrived in my arms. And a carmel apple. And shortly thereafter, my pillow.

*sigh*

And yet, I am really really glad I am starting up my fourth year. I'd say Go Panthers, but I really dont care who wins as long as the game doesnt go into over time, so really, Go Team Dome Dungeon.


And it's Game Day!!!

Throwback Thursday: Mom and the Meat.

The date on the back of this picture is November 26, 1987. A Connecticut Thanksgiving. It just seems appropriate this week, since this past Monday, there was just as big of a spread as Thanksgiving on the labor day lunch table. There was so much ridiculously tasty food. Yum. Slow roasted pork (17 hrs via Tim), 3 veggie salads, homemade bread, party potatos, brownies, pumpkin pie, and lemon cake. Cue drooling.

HOWEVER, no such hairstyle was present at this holiday weekend, neither was a turtleneck...thank god.

Homeless, but not Friendless.

I decided in San Francisco that I would give $1 to every homeless person that I saw with a pet. San Francisco has more homeless than I have ever seen, and I am well traveled enough that I have seen my fair share. But its not only the mass numbers, but its the level of living they are at. It's not like the Boston homeless, where most are living in the real world, just on the streets. But in SF, they are in their own realm of reality...totally off the wall.

I digress, the ones with pets break my heart. It seems as though these pets are their whole lives, all they have to live for. Everyone in town here knows the story of the man who rode his bike around Cedar Falls, with his dog in the back of his bike. He loved that dog and was never without it. Well, the dog died, but someone was gracious enough to give the man another dog. But soon after, the man gave the new dog to someone he knew to take care of it for a bit...and no one has really seen him since. Sad.

But yes, its as if those people will feed their pets before themselves. Every time I gave the dollar and asked to pet their furry friend, they would be so happy and tell me all about their animal, its name, its story. Every time. *sigh* And I know that that pet probably leads just as happy as a life with so much love as my own kitties, but still.

Foodies in San Francisco.

I did it for Boston, and I was in San Francisco for twice as long. So be prepared to drool....

Throwback Thursday: Grandpa's Birthday!

My grandpa had his birthday on Monday. Ask me how old he is. Yup, don't remember. Im awful at ages. I know my own, my brothers, and Tim's. Thats it. Parents ages? No clue. Years of marriage? Forget about it. But still, I know it was his birthday!

I have been lucky enough to close to my grandparents ever since I can remember. With the exception of a few years that they lived about 20 minutes away, they have lived less than two miles from my house. Birthdays and holidays are always big family time! Love it. And for someone like me that loves to bake a lot, but doesn't actually want to consume it myself....fantastic! Cookie delivery to the Grandparents! Happy Birthday Grandpa!

Lady Gaga and the Nashua Police.

Ok, so I have yet to blog about San Francisco. I have yet to blog about my weekend in Adventureland. But those must wait, because frankly, this story is much better.

Monday, Tim and I headed up north 3+ hours to the land of sheer insanity. Also known as the Lady Gaga concert. Yes, laugh if you must, but we were both ridiculously pumped. And I knew coming out of it that I would either hate her completely or love her that much more. Well, the show was amazing, the production value was ridiculous, and she is just fantastic. Her fans are completely off their rockers, but this is the midwest we are talking about. Three hours of her prancing around in crazy amounts of outfits and dancers without a single intermission, she's talented....I digress.

The real story is after the concert, after the first three hours of the drive home. I had planned on driving, but Tim loaded himself up on so much Red Bull and other energy drinks (he claimed he smelled like vitamins all day yesterday) that he easily drove the whole way as I was in and out of sleepland in the passenger side.

I get woken up to Tim saying cops are behind him. I say whatever, well, no, the lights are on. Ok, we get to the side of the road, turn the dome light on and wait. Both of us looking out driver side window.

*taptaptap* on the passenger window nearly scares the crap out of me. Ok, cool, I start my heart back up. Super doofy looking dude. If you have seen Psych, this cat looks like Buzz McNabb. Super nice, but dumber than a brick. "Caught you going a bit fast under the bridge back there...."

Pause for second heart attack as magically another cop appears at Tim's window as we are both looking at the one on my side. Scaring the total bejesus out of us again. They start asking us normal questions, Why are you out at 2:30, where ya been, where ya going...ok, fine. But then it turns into questions about our house, is this where you live now, how long you been there, and so on. Like in depth questions. Strange. All the while being really nice, including asking about my air freshner in the glove compartment? Its in a sunglasses case, but the guy was like, are those sunglasses in there? ZERO reason for him to think otherwise. Just odd fellows.

In the meantime, I haven't cleaned out my registrations or insurance papers out of the glove box since at least 2003 (I know, because I found proof of insurance of Feb '03). I have insurance card in my wallet, Tim's got his license, but I cant find my registration for the life of me. The sticker on the car is right, I just cant find the paper. I search, pulling handfuls of papers onto my lap, while they go back and check things out.

They come back, tell us we are getting a warning (not even a written one, mind you, just verbal) for speeding. And that its ok I cant find my registration, but is it ok if they search the car. Good lord. Its 2:30 in the morning, I am exhausted, they clearly don't even suspect anything, and they say they are just doing random searches and we got the luck of the draw. Great. If they hadn't been the NICEST cops I have ever experienced, and letting us out of a $120 ticket...fine, search away.

It takes me awhile to get all the papers off my lap, shoes back on (cause who sleeps in a car with shoes on?!) and out onto the freezing highway. In the time that Officer Doofy is searching the car, Officer Marinewannabe decides he needs to chat. In this chat he clearly ellaborates on drug bust stories, but also asks if Lady Gaga is a "good band". Live under a rock much? It takes at least 15 minutes to search every nook and cranny of the car. Doofy can't find the trunk latch, despite it being in the exact same place as every car i have been in, labeled with a PICTURE of a trunk, and says push. So he has to be shown, searches the trunk, and then searches under the hood? Yeah, ok.....

They let us go, and about to pull away, Doofy runs up to our car, tapping all the way down, and wants to make sure he closed the hood of the car well enough.....

Oh Nashua Police. Its only because you are so nice and have literally nothing better to do that I didn't want to punch you in the nuts....