Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Reason #172 why I love Castle

He's a grammar nazi. This last episode, he was correcting grammar left and right, through the whole show. Oh, be still my beating heart.

"Your should be you're as in 'you are'. Whoever killed her, also murdered the English language."

Do you see why I love him? Do. You. See? (Not to mention, he's tall, rich and ridiculously good looking.) I heart Monday night tv.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My friend Ashley is ... THE COOLEST

So, a few weeks ago I was hanging out with my friend Ashley and she told me she had decided to sell her brother her nose bleed tickets to The Killers concert, and get something closer to the stage, since they were her fav band of all time, and she felt like that merited some sweet seats. I was all "Oh, that's awesome! I'm sure you'll have so much fun!". (Look at me, being such a supportive friend.) Well, it turns out that my being a supportive friends worked out pretty well for me, because Sunday night Ash texted me and asked I wanted to go with her to the concert tonight... Uhm, YEAH! (Who's gonna say no to an offer like that? I mean, really, who?!)

Here's a fun concerty clip of my favorite songs to scream along with. (I was surprised at how many of the videos on youtube had the embedding removed. Luckily, I was able to find this pretty sweet live version of one of my fav songs.) Enjoy!

Oh my word, this concert was FABULOUS. They were AMAZING. Our seats were SO CLOSE. My ear drums may never be the same, and I'm wondering how I'll ever get the smell of smoke out of my hair... but gosh, that was so freaking much fun that I had to post about it before I went to bed tonight.

There's just something about the energy at a live show. I love the music that's so loud that you can't hear the person next to you, when they're screaming right into your ear. I love the feel of the bass reverberating in my chest. (Even now, 3 hours after the show, my chest is still tingley from all the vibrating.) Gosh, that was a good time.

I. Heart. Concerts.

The End.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Happy Anniversary, Dorothy!

Today, in celebration of The Wizard of Oz's 70th anniversary, there's a one night only showing of the movie. The only theater in the valley showing the movie, to my knowledge, is the theater around the corner from my house. (I know, I know... I lead such a charmed life.)

I've been in Utah all week with my cousins, but am flying back this afternoon to get home early enough to go see the 7:00 show with some of my favorite people. I'm so excited, I'm giddy!

(And on another interesting and somewhat related note... I found the most curious website today listing the last words of famous movies. I was intrigued that the last word of The Wizard of Oz is "home". Isn't that lovely? I'm tearing up, just knowing that. ... Gosh, I'm such a sap.)

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I can't give you anything but love, Baby...

Today, for two blessed hours, Julie and I were children free. (Whoever thought of doing pre-school for 2 yr olds is a mix of a saint and a lunatic, in my opinion. But it worked in my favor today, so I thank them.)What did we choose to do with our 2 free hours? Nap? No. Eat cake? No. Talk? No. ... We put in Bringing Up Baby and we giggled like school girls for 2 hours. Why? Because we love it so. (We can't help it, it's the Ball in us.)

If I could put up a dozen clips of this movie, I would. (I love the opening scene, when Miss Swallow is talking about how their marriage won't have any domestic trappings. Ha! If I could have found that clip, I'd have posted it. It's a classic, even if my girl Katharine isn't on the scene at that point in the story.) Seriously, this is the most hilarious screw-ball comedy of all time. (I say, until I watch Arsenic & Old Lace again. At which point, the verdict is just about guaranteed to change.)

Please don't mind the French (at least, I think it's French) subtitles here... I just love this scene so much that I had to pick this clip. Enjoy!

Monday, September 21, 2009

I'm channeling a little Carol Burnett today...

This song has been running through my head all day. (Yeah, I'm not even 24 hours into this. And I'm already singing in my head. Great, right?)

"Little girls, little girls... everywhere I turn, I can see them."

"Some women are dripping with diamonds and some women are dripping with pearls. Lucky me, lucky me... Look at what I'm dripping with - little girls."

Gosh, I do love that I had a childhood riddled with musicals. There really is a song for everything...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Do you know what we need? ... Pirate Costumes!

Happy National Talk Like a Pirate Day from Ude, Kate and me...

And here's a grumpy/more piratey version from the same photo shoot. (Yeah, I know... Who has professional pictures done in pirate costumes? The answer to that is: me, my mom and my sis. I know, we're nuts. But we're happy, so it's all good...)

Sunday, September 13, 2009

My new favorite accessory

Please allow me to introduce you to my new favorite thing: The Red Bead Necklace. (Also known as: The First Birthday Present of 2009.)

I'll tell you the story of how I got this. (I love the story as much as I love the necklace, if not more.)

When I was in San Francisco with Genevra Lynn and Beal, we were walking down the street and Genevra and I stopped to admire the wares of one of those cute little sidewalk sales people out by the pier. There were scads of beaded necklaces, bracelets and earrings. Of course, I was in love. (I do love me some beaded accessories, as anyone who knows me is well aware.) My hand reached out to touch this very necklace, and then the cute little possibly-Asian-but-maybe-not salesman asked me if I wanted to try it on. Of course I did. And try it on I did. I admired it in the mirror he gave me... but then, as it was our first day in the city and I was still living somewhat in the land of Don't Spend More Cash Than You Brought With You, I just couldn't let myself buy it. Genevra Lynn asked me two or three times if I was SURE I wasn't going to get it. I assured her that I was not, and was actually grateful when she said if I was sure I didn't want it, she did. (I mean, if I was going to lose it to someone, it may as well be a friend who I could see wear it, right?) She bought this and kelly greenish beauty and we proceeded down the hill to go to dinner. (Remind me some time to tell you about the potatoes I had with my dinner that night. Honestly - The. Best. Mashed. Potatoes. Of. All. Time.) We walked about 10 feet, and Genevra stopped, giggled and said "I just can't wait 'til October!", and she pulled the bag with the red necklace out of her purse and handed it to me. I was so giddy (and surprised) that I hugged with her joy, teared up with joy, thanked her PROFUSELY and then put it promptly on.

I pretty much wore this puppy the whole weekend, as well as the full week after I got back. After 10 consecutive days, I retired the necklace for a period of time (I didn't want to wear it out, y'know) and then today, because I wore a black and white dress and I thought it would look smashing, I pulled it out again. Oh, my good girly giddiness, I love this necklace. I may wear it every day for the next month, I love it so much.

Here's a closer look of the beads/stones (oh, and my chest, too). Aren't they fabulous? (Meaning the beads/stones... not my chest, of course.)

Thanks again, Genevra Lynn. I LOVE YOU!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Eight years gone...

It's crazy to me, how fast time can go by. Crazy. Eight years ago, as I was getting ready for work, my mom came into the living room and said "Laur, you need to come and look at the tv". She told me what had happened, and I fell against the wall. I couldn't even stand. ... That day. Oh, my goodness. I was probably the weepiest I've been in my life. I remember exactly where I was when I heard on the radio that the Pentagon had been hit, and my mind immediately queued the 4th verse of America, the Beautiful ("O' beautiful for patriot dream that sees beyond the years. Thine alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears.") and I was comforted that, although the Pentagon had been hit, it still stood. As the day went by, we sat around a radio at work - not working, but listening. Listening and waiting - for news, wondering who had done this, and why.

Eight years later, I am brought to tears by the memory of that day. Tears of sadness, fear and horror, yes. But also tears of gratitude, hope, and patriotism. Oh my word, I love my country. I ache for the people around the country (and world, really) who, today, have an anniversary of loss. Please, let us never forget all of the men and women who died that day. Let us never forget to enjoy the freedoms that are ours, I pray.

To finish the 4th verse, "America, America, God shed His grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea"

Sunday, September 6, 2009

My Sunday Visitors

My cousins Shelly and Scott were in Arizona this weekend, and I was lucky enough to get to hang out with them for a bit this morning. They were not, mind you, wearing these outfits or smiling like this the whole time (I can't believe that I didn't think to take a pic of them, or especially have Scott take a pic of my Shelly and me... ridiculous!), but I wanted to show you all how cute and happy they are - so here's a little flashback to Jan 2, 2009 for you all to enjoy.

Anyhoo... Scott has family here in Az, so they came to visit them. As I am widely known and accepted as the kind of black sheep cousin who would ditch her own church in favor of having some quality time with family, I missed out on my meetings so I could meet up with S&S at his brother's church - after which I brought them back to my house for a brunch of burned eggs and toast. Do I know how to entertain, or what? (And, btw, who knew that eggs could scorch like that? ... I'm wondering if it was all the cheese. I've never seen/smelled anything like that before in my life.) Between the burned eggs and the bacon, I set the smoke alarm off three times. (Which is a record, even for me.)

It was so flipping fun to see Shell (and Scott, of course). We laughed, we cried. We had cousin bonding. It was a good time! I love my cousins.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Perfect Day

Please allow me to tell you about my day today...

I woke up at 10:30. (Yeah, I woke up at 10:30. Mind you, I was all kinds of drugged up to be able to sleep past 7:00 - I heart Tylenol PM - but the thing is, I slept until 10:30 AM.)

I got online and checked out my online dating options - and then promptly posted a pic making fun of the 5'4" (I am not making this stuff up, it's so good that I don't have to...) beauty that was checking me out this morning whilst I was asleep in bed. (Again, I cannot say it enough - Tylenol PM. It is the best thing ever.)

I had one and a half bowls of Post brand Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds for breakfast/lunch (I threw the WalMart brand box away last week and life has been so much better since then... never again will I subject myself to store brand cereal).

I grabbed my new book - The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - and headed to the pool.

And 2.5 hours later, feeling pruny from the pool, toasty from the sun... and awash in emotion (wishing the book could go on forever) ... I finished it. Oh, this is one of the best books I've ever read. It's up there with These Are My Words, folks. I love-love-loved this book! I almost want to read it again - TOMORROW. Oh gosh, it was fab.

Once the book was finished, I had a filling (and uber nutritious, because that's how I roll) dinner of microwave popcorn - then called my friend Myra (who recommended the book, and actually let me borrow her library copy so I could get it read - and soon!) so we could dissect and discuss the book.

Gosh, this has been just about the best day ever. The only (and I do mean only) thing that could have improved this day would be a piece of chocolate cake from Safeway. (And that's saying something.)

I love my life.