Strictly Ballroom
Napoleon Dynamite
(about 20 second in ... alas, no good YouTube clips)
Romey and Michele's High School Reunion
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Blast You Pinterest, Vessel of Spoilers!
I officially cannot get on Pinterest anymore until I have finished reading the Hunger Games trilogy. I just saw a horrible, awful spoiler!!! This is very upsetting. I am going to go pout now.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Couch to 5k Self-Inflicted Torture
So yesterday I started the "couch to 5k" deal I've heard so much about. Mostly, it was horrible. I do not understand why people run for fun. It does not feel good, and any sense of accomplishment I may have felt was trumped by my little heart trying to flee my body and a stitch in my side that made it impossible to suck in as much air as I really would have benefited from.
How much work did I actually do, you ask? Five minute walk, 2 minute run, and another 5 minute walk.
Why yes, I am that out of shape, thank you for asking. Now wipe that smug look off your face! I will have you know that I am a marathon pleasure-reader! And no, that does not mean romance novels. At the moment it means cozy mysteries.
Anyway, I have a tendency to quit things pretty quickly. (For example, I am not signing up for the Dollar Shave Club -- I'm a little too hippie to need that many razors a month, even if they are cheap.) But I'm going to try really hard to stick to this, so feel free to taunt me and hold me accountable if I appear to be slacking. Stephen is crazy supportive, as always! Love that guy.
In case you are interested, here's the plan I found:
(chart from: http://runtobefit.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/couch-to-5k-training-plan.png)
p.s. I don't actually plan on running a race. All by myself is just fine, provided I make it that far.
How much work did I actually do, you ask? Five minute walk, 2 minute run, and another 5 minute walk.
Why yes, I am that out of shape, thank you for asking. Now wipe that smug look off your face! I will have you know that I am a marathon pleasure-reader! And no, that does not mean romance novels. At the moment it means cozy mysteries.
Anyway, I have a tendency to quit things pretty quickly. (For example, I am not signing up for the Dollar Shave Club -- I'm a little too hippie to need that many razors a month, even if they are cheap.) But I'm going to try really hard to stick to this, so feel free to taunt me and hold me accountable if I appear to be slacking. Stephen is crazy supportive, as always! Love that guy.
In case you are interested, here's the plan I found:
(chart from: http://runtobefit.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/couch-to-5k-training-plan.png)
p.s. I don't actually plan on running a race. All by myself is just fine, provided I make it that far.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Dollar Shave Club
I don't know exactly why, but I am in awe of this:
And it's real! And it's f*cking hilarious.
I don't really care that it's marketed for men, I'm signing up for this! I practically have a coronary every time I walk into the razor section of Wal-Mart -- $15 for 3 razor heads?? Let me count the ways $15 could be better spent:
And it's real! And it's f*cking hilarious.
I don't really care that it's marketed for men, I'm signing up for this! I practically have a coronary every time I walk into the razor section of Wal-Mart -- $15 for 3 razor heads?? Let me count the ways $15 could be better spent:
- 2 copies of Harold and Maude on DVD
- 2 pizzas from Dominos and extra garlic sauce for Stephen
- 15 movies from Redbox
- Student discount date-night at the movies with smuggled candy
- 20 treats for my sweet pup from the local dog bakery
- A shit-ton of homemade nachos
- I could upgrade my subscription to Netflix, which I am too cheap to do
- A book or two
- A couple of pool noodles
- 5 cans of tennis balls for Stephen
- I'm running out of ideas, but razors are not ever on my list of things spend $15 on
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Dog-Fighting Attire
I called my grandma, and she was telling me all about these special shoes she ordered.
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Grandma: So I ordered them online, but I couldn't see them before I got them. It said they were brown, and I was hoping to be able to wear them with my tan pantsuit to your cousin's confirmation.
Me: Oh, that would be great! Have you gotten them yet?
Grandma: Well, yes, and I tell you, I wouldn't wear those things to a dog fight!
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Poor g-ma. The good news is that she was able to locate a place to get her special shoes where she can check them out beforehand. And no, I do not believe my grandmother has ever attended a dogfight, although animals decidedly do not hold a soft place in her heart.
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Me: So we've taken our cat to the vet a few times now for his respiratory problems, and the vet says he has a chronic condition and will have to take steroids the rest of his little life.
Grandma: Oh for God's sake! Put him down, it isn't worth all that!
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I assure you I did not take her advice, even though 99% percent of the time she is 100% right. Just not this time. Here is Oliver, alive and well, all shaved up in his leg-warmers and exploring the freezer while I'm trying to clean it:
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Grandma: So I ordered them online, but I couldn't see them before I got them. It said they were brown, and I was hoping to be able to wear them with my tan pantsuit to your cousin's confirmation.
Me: Oh, that would be great! Have you gotten them yet?
Grandma: Well, yes, and I tell you, I wouldn't wear those things to a dog fight!
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Poor g-ma. The good news is that she was able to locate a place to get her special shoes where she can check them out beforehand. And no, I do not believe my grandmother has ever attended a dogfight, although animals decidedly do not hold a soft place in her heart.
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Me: So we've taken our cat to the vet a few times now for his respiratory problems, and the vet says he has a chronic condition and will have to take steroids the rest of his little life.
Grandma: Oh for God's sake! Put him down, it isn't worth all that!
.
.
.
I assure you I did not take her advice, even though 99% percent of the time she is 100% right. Just not this time. Here is Oliver, alive and well, all shaved up in his leg-warmers and exploring the freezer while I'm trying to clean it:
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