Quote of the Day
"I do not shop at Wal-Mart. I may never, ever shop at Wal-Mart, given their notoriously horrible labor practices and their brutal business tactics and their effortless murder of all love and hope and joy from the retail experience. They are the George Bushes of the retail world--drunk with power, cheaply made and full of crap. Not to mention that vaguely nauseating feeling, when you walk through their (or almost any) big-box store, that your soul is being slowly coated in rat saliva."
(Quote via Mark Morford)
Aphorism Cookies
Know what I'm tired of? Cliche desserts. One of the things I think we all look most forward to when having Chinese food is the fortune cookie. Am I right??
Note that they are called Fortune Cookies, as in they give you a fortune, a sort of prediction for your future. Not Stupid Aphorism Cookies that are meant to be used as a teaching device.
I can't remember the last time I got a real fortune from my cookie. Last night The Boy and I ate at PF Chang's. Know what my "fortune" cookie said?
A friend is a present you give yourself.
WTF?That is not a fortune. That is a trite little phrase that gets trotted out for motivational seminars.
The Boy's said:
You'll accomplish more later if you take some time for yourself.
Why, thank you Mr. Cliche of the Day!What happened to the fortunes? I shake my fist at the heavens pronouncing that the fortune cookie moratorium end NOW! End the dumbassery and bring back my fortunes!
Ahem.
Other nibbly little things that I am enjoying(heh, that first adjective will be pretty funny to you in a second here)
"...former teen idol from Wham!/current gay fat drunk terror - behind - the - wheel man George Michael" (via
Bean's Blog)
And last night, driving back from PF Chang's, The Boy and I were listening to the BBC World Service on the radio, and a correspondent was reporting on something. I didn't catch what because his name? His name is
Sir Robin Nibletts. Hee hee
Happy long weekend everybody!
So, There's This Song
And it plays constantly on the radio. And I frequently get the chorus stuck in my head. Except the one word of the chorus that I can't figure out. So this leaves me singing,
I Can't Live
I Can't Breathe
Unless [mumble] Is With MeMy best guess is one of the following:
a) The singer is a huge
The Big Lebowski fan and is singing "Unless DUDE is with me," which is, admittedly, a little odd but generally understandable.
Or, stranger still
b) The guy has an unhealthy obsession with Jude Law. "Unless JUDE is with me." Which is pretty sad. I mean, Jude Law is hardly worth dying for.
So which is it?
Holy Cow, People!
I'm getting married in less than a month!!!
Can you believe it?
Conversation With a Co-Worker
CW: So, when did you find out that so-and-so was gay?
Me: When he told me. You?
CW: The Versace jean jacket with the gold embroidered panel was my first big tip off.
May Showers Bring Loads of Loot
Dude! If you ever want to get lots of stuff, get married! My bridal shower was this last Saturday (sorry I didn't post about it sooner; Mondays at work are crushing). And man did we clean up.
Okay, while I'm kind of joking above, I was seriously spoiled rotten. I cannot believe how generous everyone was. Our kitchen is pretty much stocked now with lots of glorious and glossy RED items. I won't go into exactly what, because I don't want to seem tacky, but we are so set if I want to make bread, or blend things or have coffee or tell time...well, you get the picture.
There were also lots of other wonderful items for the house, and honeymoon, and a few fun things just for me. There is no way to fully express my gratitude to the bridesmaids who really knocked themselves out to make my day so special.
From the amazing handmade invitations, to my absolute favorite tea cakes, to all the wonderful women who turned out to celebrate the day with me, it was everything I could have hoped for in a shower. I started crying as soon as I walked in and saw friends that I haven't seen in over a year and dear family members who took the time and made the trek (some at considerable distance) to shower me with love and gifts.
This is such a lovely tradition, and I'm so glad I got to be a part of that tradition. If you were involved in the planning of my shower, or attended my shower, and you read this blog, I send you a big, resounding THANKS, and giant hugs (XXXX), and a big ol' kiss (MWAH!)!
