So I’m on vacation this week. Unfortunately this doesn’t mean that I’m on a vacation from work. I haven’t checked my work e-mail in a few days and found out that the same two courses that delighted the head of my department disappointed the other member of our oversight committee. I had a little temper tantrum but I’m not dealing with it all right now.
In other, happy news, my coworker had her baby! If I had checked my e-mail yesterday I would have seen the six or seven updates from my coworker’s SIL. The baby came a few weeks early but everyone is healthy and happy.
I went over to my friend Jennifer’s tonight hang out and now I’m watching the end of Dirty Dancing. Oh, how this movie made me swoon as an 8th grader. Laci promises I’ll have the time of my life next weekend on the mini-scandalous weekend LOL.
Speaking of cheesy movies, anyone remember a little late 80s gem called Sing? I had the soundtrack, I loved it. I wonder if I can find a track listing and download some of the songs …
You may have noticed my site was down earlier. I used up all my bandwidth. Sigh. Michael @ Second Rate Hosting was nice enough to hook me up with some extra. Regardless, I need to upgrade my hosting plan; my traffic has really increased.
I’ve had my windows open all weekend and now I’m paying the price — my nose is stuffed up and my face has that sinus-y, “I’ve been hit in the face with a board” feeling. I’ve had to stop myself a few times this weekend from calling Scott, reminding myself that no, he’s the one who didn’t want to do something this weekend and he needs to be the one to call me. So I’m trying to act like I wouldn’t care if this one pulls a disappearing act. Ha.
I’m watching Pretty in Pink. It’s amazing how, at age 12, I thought this movie was so damn cool and that Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy actually looked like teenagers.
This week was a blur. We all made it through the conference call/webcast without incident, although, from what I heard, the mood the day I missed was a bit testy, to say the least. We managed to finish on time, though, and didn’t have to pick up again on Friday. I was exhausted afterwards but after chatting with a colleague for a bit, my spirits were buoyed and I managed to hit the gym. I worked out again yesterday and my legs are sore like a mofo from squats with the devil exercise ball. I forgot that I set the alarm on my cell phone, and when it went off this morning, I was on the couch. It took me quite a while to hobble to the phone to turn it off lol.
I love “Dirty Work.” In fact, I just plain old love Norm MacDonald. I even saw this movie in the theater. It’s on Comedy Central right now. There’s my morning!
I decided to take a few days off next month and, weather permitting, head up to Michigan for a long weekend. I didn’t realize until afterwards that the days I picked coincided with St. Patrick’s Day so I’ll either go out with my brother and/or drag my friend Jennifer and her husband out for a few drinks. But no green beer. I still shudder at my college memories of that crap. Gah.
and not all of her, was what hurt them both.” A while ago I posted that I tend to watch movies that either make me laugh or break my heart. Sigh. The other night I watched “ShopGirl” with Steve Martin and Claire Danes. I already listened to the audio book, so I knew the story and I knew that the end made me sob. The movie was no exception. I skipped the middle, as I knew what was going to happen, and went straight to the last four scenes. Oh good gracious. It was like every line was designed to evoke tears in Miss Monique. I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say the final scene between Ray and Mirabelle led to some wipe-away-the-eye-make-up kind of crying.
There’s kind of a big deal in the news here about local churches wanting to show the Super Bowl. The NFL is well-known for its protective policies, and sent a letter to a church outlining what’s acceptable — namely no usage of “Super Bowl,” and the game can’t be shown on a TV larger than 55″. The NFL also doesn’t want the Super Bowl involved with any sort of “message” event. Yeah, it’s a bitch, but whatever. The NFL can make the rules. So today I read that a different church here is going to defy the NFL because the church is taking “a stand for what’s right.” Give me a break. Read about it here.
One of my favorite bands is Blue Rodeo, a Canadian band. Their album “5 Days in July” is one of my most favorite albums ever. And the song “5 Days in May” is one of my most favorite songs ever. In fact, I wrote one of my very first blog posts about it. Listen to it now!
When I rent movies, I have a tendency to choose either dumb movies that I know will make me laugh or movies that will break my heart. Today was a break-your-heart day. I watched “Conversations With Other Women,” with Aaron Eckhart and Helena Bonham Carter. I was on the verge of tears throughout the second half of the movie, just because I knew how it would end. And of course it ended the only way it could end. I think you have to have a certain amount of life experience to enjoy this movie, not necessarily a one-who-got-away, just someone from your past that you couldn’t make it work with, no matter how much you both wanted it to work. To counteract all that melodrama, I also rented “Anchorman” with Will Ferrell. (The yin and yang of Blockbuster.)
I am supposed to be working from home tomorrow but I don’t know that I will. I have a file to rewrite and edit and have been too scared to look at the original to see what I have to work with. I seem to work well when I have a certain amount of distraction. Last week I was very productive when I spent a few hours at Panera. So maybe tomorrow I’ll go into work early to work out, depending on how icy it is outside, and then hit Starbucks for a cinnamon dolce latte and a few hours of general eligibility requirements. Good times.
“Wayne’s World” was a hell of a lot cooler in 1992 than in 2006. My cousins and I watched it last night, it’s incredibly dated. And how could anyone buy Dana Carvey as a youngish character? Good God. He looked about 50 years old back then.
Steve Segal has made some of the worst fashion choices ever. I’m just saying. I can’t even remember which movie of his my brother and I had on today. They all run together.
I finally saw “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.” I liked it a lot.
Tonight we are watching “Talladega Nights” and some other Segal movie in which my brother said half of Segal’s lines are dubbed by another man. Awesome.
In other news, my mom made Cornish game hens for dinner. She ate hers with her hands. It was very medieval. My brother and I just watched her. Gah.
Don’t forget, I’m having a contest. E-mail me your best New Year’s resolution for me by late 12/28. Voting will be 12/29-31. Winner gets a brand-new, long-sleeved Indiana University t-shirt! (monique(at)whenwewereliars(dot)com)
I saw “The Pursuit of Happyness” tonight. Holy cow. I cried like a baby at the end of the movie and then all the way home. In fact, I probably should have pulled over to finish my crying jag, considering it was dark out and pouring rain. Yeah, I think there was more than the movie playing into that. But still, it was a good movie. Go see it — a feel-good movie that was a nice antidote to my petulance. I mean, the guy in the move made it through an unpaid internship at Dean Witter while raising his son and living in a homeless shelter. And I liked that Will Smith cried a few times in the movie. It was real and honest and I love me my sensitive men. And it totally made me forget about the Willennium.
I woke up this morning, got out of bed … and noticed my foot hurt like a mofo. That fabulous foot massage I raved about last night? HE BRUISED MY FOOT! I was totally limping around today. Oh yeah, repeating the pedicure-injury story got old eventually. But it’s really quite funny. I just hope I feel better by the time I have to gallavant around the airport Saturday morning.
Last night, I watched two episodes on “Bones” — a really good show, I hadn’t watched it before — and was in bed by 10:30. I was wide awake by 12:30. For nearly two damn hours. My mind was racing. I wrote some things out, to process my thoughts and feelings. I don’t know how much good it did, but I always find that it’s better for me to express myself than not.
I received a few e-mails from men via match.com this week. My heart’s just not in it, I can’t. I guess because the online thing always leads to disaster and/or heartbreak for me. And two of the guys were just over the top … one was e-mailing shit like, “Are you as sweet as you are beautiful? I bet you are! I can’t wait to find out!!!” Gag me. He also had a tattoo of a truck. Pass.
I hope my new webcam arrives before I go out of town. I want to get some video of my brother doing his “Waterboy” yell. That shit cracks me up.
