Whoa! Okay! After the depression that was that last blog post...let me blog about something happy.
Something like...
Potato Chips.
Seriously, due to the fact that they are the best invention in the whole wide world ever, potato chips are bound to make people happy. The mere phrase puts a smile on the lips of...well...everyone.
I have a problem with potato chips. That problem being I love them WAY too much. Seriously...if I could eat them at every meal...and then again for dessert...and a midnight snack...I would be the happiest woman alive. Most women are chocoholics. I'm a chipoholic. I can't get enough of them. My mom finally stopped having them around the house because A) they're not good, in fact, very bad for you and B) I can't keep my hands on them even when I try. So to spare me from an early potato chip induced death, she's begun buying Pringles.
(Actually, I'm not sure which is sadder. My obsession with these chips or the fact that I still live with my mother.)
But I digress...
My point is...
Potato Chips are really good. And I can't find a healthier substitute that will keep me as happy.
Pretzels? Please.
Popcorn? Meh.
Salt water? No thanks.
See? There's absolutely no replacement for this magnificent invention. NONE!
*sigh* But if I hope to keep my girlish figure and not...you know...rot out my insides...I best lay off of them until a special occasion, like...my birthday...that I'm not celebrating...
Ooh. Chips and Pop. Best day ever.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
If you want a happy blog post, this one is not for you
I have a birthday next month.
I'm not disclosing the date because I've decided to forego the activities.
Birthdays are highly overrated. They're merely inconsequential days where you get to contemplate the fact that you are another year older (but not really wiser because if you were any wiser you would have kept your mouth shut about your birth date approaching.) The most depressing thing is that you get to do it again next year, only you'll be even OLDER than the year before and no matter how much you want to stop it, you can't. So, you just get older and older and older...until...you know....you don't get older anymore.
Wow. I had no idea I had such depressing ideas about the whole thing. But every birthday just reminds me that I'm no longer a "kid", I have to get on with "real life" and despite my protesting, things are in a constant state of change no matter how much I may want them to stay the same. Apparently, I've become hugely fatalistic over the past few months. But seriously...the whole cycle strikes me as a little morbid.
I'm not disclosing the date because I've decided to forego the activities.
Birthdays are highly overrated. They're merely inconsequential days where you get to contemplate the fact that you are another year older (but not really wiser because if you were any wiser you would have kept your mouth shut about your birth date approaching.) The most depressing thing is that you get to do it again next year, only you'll be even OLDER than the year before and no matter how much you want to stop it, you can't. So, you just get older and older and older...until...you know....you don't get older anymore.
Wow. I had no idea I had such depressing ideas about the whole thing. But every birthday just reminds me that I'm no longer a "kid", I have to get on with "real life" and despite my protesting, things are in a constant state of change no matter how much I may want them to stay the same. Apparently, I've become hugely fatalistic over the past few months. But seriously...the whole cycle strikes me as a little morbid.
Friday, March 23, 2007
This one's for Loni
I am now allowing my blog to accept annonymous comments.
So, all you creepy lurkers out there who can't bring themselves to reveal their true identity may lurk no more. Your anonymity is important to me. Comment away... Loni.
So, all you creepy lurkers out there who can't bring themselves to reveal their true identity may lurk no more. Your anonymity is important to me. Comment away... Loni.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Parade of Homes
I found my dream home this past weekend while in the Twin Cities.
My boy and I drove past it and before we even realized it was a Parade of Homes home, I was pointing out the window, poking him in the arm, and obstructing his vision while gasping, "Oh my gosh! Look at that! It's my dream home!"
So, imagine my surprise when we discovered it was on our list of must-see homes.
I walked in and honestly...I got a little week in the knees.
Floor to ceiling windows overlooking Lake Minnetonka, vaulted ceilings, dark-dark-DARK stained hardwood floors and walls painted in a warm white...
It was glorious.
It was my New England style home with a wide-open airy feeling, stark contrasts and windows upon windows upon windows. It had a four seasons porch (yesssss), a room that would make the PERFECT library, a glorious kitchen with black granite counter tops, a massive garage (which my boy apparently thinks he would need) and...get this...a flippin' basketball court. A BASKETBALL COURT! I don't need a basketball court, but it could easily be turned into a massive home theater. And we'd need to re-do the basement because it wasn't utilized quite as efficiently as it could have been. But other than that? It was GLORIOUS. Seriously. I haven't stopped talking about it since I got home.
But the very best part that made me majorly fall in love with this place?
NO WOOD. Okay, it had wood, but the wood didn't look like wood because of the dark stain. And this is a very good thing indeed because I HATE wood. I hate it. I don't know why, I just do. I think it's the ugliest, most horrid looking thing anyone can put in a house ever. EVER. But you can't really get by without having wood in a home so...you just disguise the wood to not look so woodish....It's BRILLIANT.
*sigh*
I even mentioned to my boy that if homes were things you could make out with, I'd be sucking face with this one.
Ahem.
If I had 2.6 Million Dollars, I'd be moving in tomorrow.
My boy and I drove past it and before we even realized it was a Parade of Homes home, I was pointing out the window, poking him in the arm, and obstructing his vision while gasping, "Oh my gosh! Look at that! It's my dream home!"
So, imagine my surprise when we discovered it was on our list of must-see homes.
I walked in and honestly...I got a little week in the knees.
Floor to ceiling windows overlooking Lake Minnetonka, vaulted ceilings, dark-dark-DARK stained hardwood floors and walls painted in a warm white...
It was glorious.
It was my New England style home with a wide-open airy feeling, stark contrasts and windows upon windows upon windows. It had a four seasons porch (yesssss), a room that would make the PERFECT library, a glorious kitchen with black granite counter tops, a massive garage (which my boy apparently thinks he would need) and...get this...a flippin' basketball court. A BASKETBALL COURT! I don't need a basketball court, but it could easily be turned into a massive home theater. And we'd need to re-do the basement because it wasn't utilized quite as efficiently as it could have been. But other than that? It was GLORIOUS. Seriously. I haven't stopped talking about it since I got home.
But the very best part that made me majorly fall in love with this place?
NO WOOD. Okay, it had wood, but the wood didn't look like wood because of the dark stain. And this is a very good thing indeed because I HATE wood. I hate it. I don't know why, I just do. I think it's the ugliest, most horrid looking thing anyone can put in a house ever. EVER. But you can't really get by without having wood in a home so...you just disguise the wood to not look so woodish....It's BRILLIANT.
*sigh*
I even mentioned to my boy that if homes were things you could make out with, I'd be sucking face with this one.
Ahem.
If I had 2.6 Million Dollars, I'd be moving in tomorrow.
Oh....my....gosh
It's the first day of Spring.
And it's like forty degrees here.
Which makes it pretty much the best day ever.
Despite the gray, rainy, muddy mess.
It's still Spring.
SPRING, BABY.
The best season ever.
I'm so excited I could just about piddle.
In other news, I should take this opportunity to apologize for my slacker ways and never posting, never, ever, ever.
I suck.
And I'm sorry for that.
More later.
And it's like forty degrees here.
Which makes it pretty much the best day ever.
Despite the gray, rainy, muddy mess.
It's still Spring.
SPRING, BABY.
The best season ever.
I'm so excited I could just about piddle.
In other news, I should take this opportunity to apologize for my slacker ways and never posting, never, ever, ever.
I suck.
And I'm sorry for that.
More later.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
The Bestest Movie In the Whole Wide World Forever and Ever 'Til Death Do Us Part, Amen.
I used to have two favorite movies.
#1: "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?"
#2: "About a Boy"
They are no longer my two favorite movies.
They are now my second favorite movies.
Only because they have been replaced by...
THE BESTEST MOVIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FOREVER AND EVER 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AMEN.
If people could marry movies, I'd be hightailing it down the altar as we speak.
If people could wear movies, I'd never change my clothes ever, ever.
If people could eat movies, I'd become a professional glutton.
IT IS THAT GOOD.
I get a wonderful feeling of euphoria just thinking about it. I walk around telling myself "Life is good" now that I've seen it. My life has become a wonderful world full of happy rainbows and smiling butterflies and playful kittens and laughing, magical fairies that sprinkle their happy, smiling, playful, laughing, magical fairy dust on everyone wherever they go.
ALWAYS.
If this movie were a stuffed animal in a Hallmark store, I'd pick it up and say things like, "You're just the BESTEST wittul movie in the whole wide world, yes you are. Yes, you are!"
Um...
Yeah.
Ahem.
Now I'm just getting carried away.
It's not THAT good.
Wait, what am I saying?
It IS that good...it's just not good enough to respond to in such a flagrantly irrational and retarded way.
I suppose you wanna know what movie it is, huh?
"Stranger than Fiction."
It's glorious, I say.
GLORIOUS!
I'm sorry. I'm getting carried away again. It's just really good.
So...go watch it. Enjoy it. Revel in the movie making magic and make it your favorite forever and ever, amen.
Do it.
Or I will hurt you.
#1: "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?"
#2: "About a Boy"
They are no longer my two favorite movies.
They are now my second favorite movies.
Only because they have been replaced by...
THE BESTEST MOVIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FOREVER AND EVER 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AMEN.
If people could marry movies, I'd be hightailing it down the altar as we speak.
If people could wear movies, I'd never change my clothes ever, ever.
If people could eat movies, I'd become a professional glutton.
IT IS THAT GOOD.
I get a wonderful feeling of euphoria just thinking about it. I walk around telling myself "Life is good" now that I've seen it. My life has become a wonderful world full of happy rainbows and smiling butterflies and playful kittens and laughing, magical fairies that sprinkle their happy, smiling, playful, laughing, magical fairy dust on everyone wherever they go.
ALWAYS.
If this movie were a stuffed animal in a Hallmark store, I'd pick it up and say things like, "You're just the BESTEST wittul movie in the whole wide world, yes you are. Yes, you are!"
Um...
Yeah.
Ahem.
Now I'm just getting carried away.
It's not THAT good.
Wait, what am I saying?
It IS that good...it's just not good enough to respond to in such a flagrantly irrational and retarded way.
I suppose you wanna know what movie it is, huh?
"Stranger than Fiction."
It's glorious, I say.
GLORIOUS!
I'm sorry. I'm getting carried away again. It's just really good.
So...go watch it. Enjoy it. Revel in the movie making magic and make it your favorite forever and ever, amen.
Do it.
Or I will hurt you.
Note to Self...
After having suffered through girl problems the entire day and being unable to fall asleep due to afore mentioned girl problems...
I discovered that sprawling out on one's stomach and contorting one's head at an unusually un-human angle...
Not only makes you fall asleep...
But it also makes you forget the pain that is being a female.
Awesome.
I discovered that sprawling out on one's stomach and contorting one's head at an unusually un-human angle...
Not only makes you fall asleep...
But it also makes you forget the pain that is being a female.
Awesome.
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