........don't forget yours
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
MOVIN' ON UP
So, I have a signed contract, I've had the inspection and so far everything is going great. I think I finally have a house. I feel a bit like Diane Lane in "Under the Tuscan Sun", entering into this strange new world of home ownership. There are no hot Italian men or vinyards that come with this place, but thanks to the previous owners I will be inhereting a smoke house. I have no idea how one uses a smoke house, but it sounds cool. I look forward to fall nights spent in my back yard having a few drinks with friends, to not living close enough to hear the neighbors having sex, to being able to do laundry in the same building I live in and not having to pick up my dogs poop. I can't wait to move in! Look for the smoked meat/housewarming party coming soon...
Thursday, September 4, 2008
HOMEWARD BOUND
So after a tremendous amout of searching, I think I finally found a house to call home. I just signed a contract tonight, so barring any major complications at inspection.....it's mine....all mine. Nuf said.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
BAD HOUSE KARMA
So, for the last 3 years I've been trying to buy a house. I've put offers on several places only for it to fall through... due to termites, pricing negotiations, Crap.. etc. I took a much needed break so I wouldn't loose my mind and here i am again. I finally decided to pull the trigger on this house I've been looking at for a few weeks and I made an appointment for tomorrow to put an offer on it. Well, guess what....someone beat me to it. Seriously??? Are you $^&%* kidding me! I think the houses in South City have it out for me. Maybe I need some sort of exorcism to rid me of my bad house karma. Garlic? no...... Crusifix? no........ Mass quantities of alchohol......YES! But that still doesn't solve my house issue. Maybe I'll just move in and claim there was some sort of mix up. Yes, yes....that's it. It will be mine......all mine.....
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
NIEL DIAMOND BROKE OUR DATE

I have been looking forward to seeing you at the Scottrade Center on Friday for al these months. It's bad enough that I would have had to share you with thousands of other screaming women, but I don't know if I can forgive you for breaking my heart again.
Dear Bonnie,
Please give me a few days to figure out a way to make it up to you. I haven’t let you down before and I won't let you down now. Until you hear from me again remember, You are the sun. I am the moon. You are the words. I am the tune. Forgive me. I love you. Neil.
Well, when you put it that way.....I guess I can wait for you. I'll be lookiing forward to September 10th when we can be together.
Forever yours
Bonnie
www.neildiamond.com
Monday, August 25, 2008
Jack's Art Show and Halloween Party
Jack's Art Show
Saturday, October 18th, 2008, 7pm-1am
$2 Cover. Refreshments and Cash Bar.
Live music by Gentleman Auction House and a DJ to keep things rockin'.
Costumes not required, but highly recommended.
Jack the Ripper is celebrating his 120th Anniversary (1888-2008) by throwing St. Louis's biggest and best Halloween Art Show and Party. Dozens of our areas most talented artist will be showing their most unusual and bizarre work. All media and styles will be represented. If you love Halloween and Art, then this is the show for you. Kick off your Halloween festivities by coming to this one night only show.
The audience will be apart of the art as well. While costumes are not required, they are highly recommended. This is a party after all, so get some extra use out of that costume and wear it to Jack's show. This is guaranteed to be a night of crazy culture and freakish fun!
To find out more about this show, click here for the website or here for MySpace page.
http://jacksartshow.moonfruit.com
Saturday, October 18th, 2008, 7pm-1am
$2 Cover. Refreshments and Cash Bar.
Live music by Gentleman Auction House and a DJ to keep things rockin'.
Costumes not required, but highly recommended.
Jack the Ripper is celebrating his 120th Anniversary (1888-2008) by throwing St. Louis's biggest and best Halloween Art Show and Party. Dozens of our areas most talented artist will be showing their most unusual and bizarre work. All media and styles will be represented. If you love Halloween and Art, then this is the show for you. Kick off your Halloween festivities by coming to this one night only show.
The audience will be apart of the art as well. While costumes are not required, they are highly recommended. This is a party after all, so get some extra use out of that costume and wear it to Jack's show. This is guaranteed to be a night of crazy culture and freakish fun!
To find out more about this show, click here for the website or here for MySpace page.
http://jacksartshow.moonfruit.com
TRASH TO ART SHOW AT KOKEN ART FACTORY
Trash to Art Show
Saturday, September 20, 2008, 7pm-11:30pm
No cover charge. Refreshments and Cash Bar.
Live classic rock performed by The Furious between 8:30 and 10:30.
A prize for whoever wears the best "Trash to Art" outfit will be awarded at 10:30.
Trash to Art explores the nature of taking items that are cast-aways made into actual artwork. Not trash to trash, this is sophisticated art work that challenges the viewer to observe and the artist to create and explore the depth of creative process. Categories include sculpture, collage, assemblages, furniture and more. To find out more about this show, click here.
September 20, 7:00- 11:30 pm
Additional public viewing on Sunday, September 21 1-4 pm
Koken Art Factory
2500 Ohio
(Corner of Ohio and Sidney Streets)
St. Louis MO 63104 or Map
Saturday, September 20, 2008, 7pm-11:30pm
No cover charge. Refreshments and Cash Bar.
Live classic rock performed by The Furious between 8:30 and 10:30.
A prize for whoever wears the best "Trash to Art" outfit will be awarded at 10:30.
Trash to Art explores the nature of taking items that are cast-aways made into actual artwork. Not trash to trash, this is sophisticated art work that challenges the viewer to observe and the artist to create and explore the depth of creative process. Categories include sculpture, collage, assemblages, furniture and more. To find out more about this show, click here.
September 20, 7:00- 11:30 pm
Additional public viewing on Sunday, September 21 1-4 pm
Koken Art Factory
2500 Ohio
(Corner of Ohio and Sidney Streets)
St. Louis MO 63104 or Map
DARK NIGHT
I know I'm a little behind on this topic, but I just went to see Dark Night last night and it was definately up to the hype. I don't even normally care for these type of movies that much, but I love Christian Bale (for obvious reasons) and I've always enjoyed watching Heath Leger. I've never seen him in a role that I didn't like. And I know I'm quoting what's already been said a million times in the last few months, but he really was brilliant in this role. He had such a nack for really making you think twice that it really was just a role he was playing and that person on the screen doesn't really exist. He was just so effortlessly crazy. I have to say that Christian seemed a little lacking opposite such a strong seemless character. Not that he wasn't good, but he just melted into the background with Heath on the screen. Not only is it a tragic loss for his family and friends that he left this world too soon, but it's such a loss for generations that missed out on seeing such a brillian actor. Such a shame. Hopefully he is happier, wherever he is.....
Friday, August 15, 2008
CLEANING UP WITH JESUS

So, last night I participated in and attended the Drive DIY "Found Art" art show. It was my first attempt to submit a piece in a show. The challenge was to take a piece of trash, fished out of the Mississippi, and make it into art. I started with a broom head and ended up with a bejeweled Jesus broom....appropriately titled "Cleaning up with Jesus". Some just stared at it, trying to figure it out. Others just giggled.......Jake. But the piece was well recieved and sparked many a religious discussion throughout the night, which made the evening that much more interesting. Beer, art, Jesus.....what more do you want on a Thursday night.
Monday, July 21, 2008
I had heard of Facebook a while before I joined and always thought it was for high school students. But at the request of some friends I decided to join the revolution. I was surprised to see so many people I knew on it. And every time I checked my page there were requests from friends from past lives who were looking to reconnect. It's facinating to me to have my own little portal to the world. People I probably would never have seen again, are now once again a part of my life. Old high school friends, old bosses, old boyfriends and just those people you just somehow lost track of. It's quite addictive just waiting for that next unexpected note or request from someone you haven't seen in years. I could do without some of the crazy applications and requests to do stuff....take this test, poke this person, send this person some fliar...let's not get carried away. My inbox much becomes like the trunk of my car......I just ignore all the stuff that has somehow piled up until I can no longer close the door. I should probably read some of that stuff, but that would take effort. I could also do without the "you've been tagged in a photo" thing. People, Don't tag photos of a person when it's a horrible photo and should be burned. For example: when your friend is obviously waisted and sticking her tounge out at one person while simutaneously trying to talk to another person...don't tag the photo! Unless you hate that person...in which case....tag away! How about some more useful applications. Like "this guy is single and wants to date you" tags or maybe "your girlfriend is cheating on you" tags. But all in all the facebook thing is pretty fun. Off to feed my addiction now....
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
GOOD MORNING
So, I participated in a photoshoot today. I always enjoy the opportunity to do something new and different, especially when I'm getting paid for it. I played a couple of different roles and it was fun to get out of the office. But I had to get up at 5 AM in order to be there by 7. Anyone that knows me, knows I am NOT a morning person. I rarely speak before 9 AM......and that is with coffee. I just don't function well in the AM. I am definately a night owl. I can stay up all night and not think twice about it, but try and get me out of bed before 8 and I will not be a happy person. I have just always been more productive at night. I don't really understand those people who rise at 6AM because they just magically woke up refreshed and ready to start the day. These people facinate me. I'm surrounded at work by "Morning People" and I find it very stressful to arrive at work to see their bright, happy faces staring back at me and to hear the unison "good morning" greeting from them as if they were so excited to start the day that they were waiting in eager anticipation for anyone to arrive that would give them an excuse to say just these words. It takes every ounce of effort for me to utter the words back to them as if I really mean them, but really I'm thinking...."why did I get out of bed and how can I avoid speaking to these people until I've had at least 2 cups of coffee". But eventually my morning fog dissapears and I am functional once again. Thank god for coffee.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
REGRETS?
I have one......
I once saw my favorite actor of all time in a little tiny theater in London, just by chance, because he was in town with his family and his son was performing down the street. No one seemed to recognize him at first. He was just another patron, there with his family to take in a show and maybe do some Christmas shopping. (It was over Thanksgiving weekend)But being my favorite actor, I noticed him right away. He was with his wife and 2 boys, just quietly meandering through the lobby of the theater waiting for the doors to open. We all stood and chatted amoung our groups and I contemplated what to say to him. I didn't want to be that annoying fan that ruined his night with his family. So, I was running through all the different things I could say to him without sounding like a completely idiotic crazy fan. But I just could not bring myself to turn around and face him to say hello. Instead, once everyone was seated I stalked him and watched his every move and even then, i was swimming in regret for missing my one chance in life to talk to Tom Hanks. How, in all the places, in all of time and all of the famous people out there......... did I come to be in same place with Tom Hanks in a situation where I could have simply said hello and shook the mans hand. The Gods were giving me a present that night and I just turned away. But I did learn one thing......take every opportunity you get, cause it may be your last one.
I once saw my favorite actor of all time in a little tiny theater in London, just by chance, because he was in town with his family and his son was performing down the street. No one seemed to recognize him at first. He was just another patron, there with his family to take in a show and maybe do some Christmas shopping. (It was over Thanksgiving weekend)But being my favorite actor, I noticed him right away. He was with his wife and 2 boys, just quietly meandering through the lobby of the theater waiting for the doors to open. We all stood and chatted amoung our groups and I contemplated what to say to him. I didn't want to be that annoying fan that ruined his night with his family. So, I was running through all the different things I could say to him without sounding like a completely idiotic crazy fan. But I just could not bring myself to turn around and face him to say hello. Instead, once everyone was seated I stalked him and watched his every move and even then, i was swimming in regret for missing my one chance in life to talk to Tom Hanks. How, in all the places, in all of time and all of the famous people out there......... did I come to be in same place with Tom Hanks in a situation where I could have simply said hello and shook the mans hand. The Gods were giving me a present that night and I just turned away. But I did learn one thing......take every opportunity you get, cause it may be your last one.
DON'T LOOK AT ME!
I have recently started taking the metrolink into work every morning...
1) because it's the responsible thing to do for the enviroment
2) because if I don't, I inevitably arrive to find there is a Cards game which means I have to pay $20 for parking or park 12 blocks away
3) because I rather enjoy taking public transportation
This is not a new experience for me, as I lived in Chicago for years and did not own a car. I very much liked taking public transport and having me time on the train to read, listen to music, whatever. Taking the train here is a bit different and some of the people seem to not have gotten the memo about social rules on the train. There are unwritten rules for taking a train or bus that everyone knows, but it seems that many folks in St. Louis have somehow not picked up on these cues.
1) Do not look directly at anyone. Even if the train is body to body and your face is planted up against someones forehead, look away. Even if you can't see them, staring at your shoes is always a safe option.
2) Wear deodorant. This should be a life rule, but in a situation that warrants you to thrust your armpit up against someones face because you are holding onto a rail to keep your balance , you may want to wear a little deodorant.
Just a thought.
3)No singing on the train. No you are not a thug or the next Eminem, so put some pants on that fit and stop singing in my ear. I'm trying to listen to the Indigo Girls on my MP3 player.
4)Do not talk to your neighbor. You are old, I am not. No I am not in college and I don't want to talk about my day or your health issues. Here is a hint....if I'm wearing headphones...I DON'T WANT TO TALK.
If everyone follows these simple rules, we'll all have a happy commute.
Good Day fellow commuters. I'll see you soon.
1) because it's the responsible thing to do for the enviroment
2) because if I don't, I inevitably arrive to find there is a Cards game which means I have to pay $20 for parking or park 12 blocks away
3) because I rather enjoy taking public transportation
This is not a new experience for me, as I lived in Chicago for years and did not own a car. I very much liked taking public transport and having me time on the train to read, listen to music, whatever. Taking the train here is a bit different and some of the people seem to not have gotten the memo about social rules on the train. There are unwritten rules for taking a train or bus that everyone knows, but it seems that many folks in St. Louis have somehow not picked up on these cues.
1) Do not look directly at anyone. Even if the train is body to body and your face is planted up against someones forehead, look away. Even if you can't see them, staring at your shoes is always a safe option.
2) Wear deodorant. This should be a life rule, but in a situation that warrants you to thrust your armpit up against someones face because you are holding onto a rail to keep your balance , you may want to wear a little deodorant.
Just a thought.
3)No singing on the train. No you are not a thug or the next Eminem, so put some pants on that fit and stop singing in my ear. I'm trying to listen to the Indigo Girls on my MP3 player.
4)Do not talk to your neighbor. You are old, I am not. No I am not in college and I don't want to talk about my day or your health issues. Here is a hint....if I'm wearing headphones...I DON'T WANT TO TALK.
If everyone follows these simple rules, we'll all have a happy commute.
Good Day fellow commuters. I'll see you soon.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
FEELS LIKE HOME
Every time I come back to Chicago, I feel like I'm coming home. It's an amazing, beautiful city. It's got some amazing architechture, entertainment, culture and it's quite a diverse city........all the things I love about city living. But I'm quickly reminded of why I moved, when I come to visit over the winter. The winters are brutle here, but the summers make up for it. There are an endless aray of outdoor festivals and concerts, etc. throughout the summers and just to wake up to the view of the lake is amazing.
We took an architechture cruise today and it was great. After living here for almost 5 years, I had never gone on one, but it was a great way to see the city from a different perspective and gain a little knowledge about the city I once called home. It also really made me want a boat.
I am very much looking forward to enjoying my weekend in Chicago.....a little shopping, a little Second City, a little bar hoping to my favorite spots and of course seeing old friends. And somehow we got lucky enough to have some unbelievable weather for our visit. Thank you, to the powers that be..
Now off to have some wine.
We took an architechture cruise today and it was great. After living here for almost 5 years, I had never gone on one, but it was a great way to see the city from a different perspective and gain a little knowledge about the city I once called home. It also really made me want a boat.
I am very much looking forward to enjoying my weekend in Chicago.....a little shopping, a little Second City, a little bar hoping to my favorite spots and of course seeing old friends. And somehow we got lucky enough to have some unbelievable weather for our visit. Thank you, to the powers that be..
Now off to have some wine.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
IHOLE
iHole
Definition: A person with the annoying habit of always showing off how easy, fast, or better their iPhone, iPod, or iMac is for everything.
Definition: A person with the annoying habit of always showing off how easy, fast, or better their iPhone, iPod, or iMac is for everything.
Monday, June 16, 2008
NKOTB IS BACK

Yes, that loveable boy band that I adored as a kid, is now back out there for a whole new generation to enjoy...or make fun of.......we'll see. The New Kids On The Block have released a new album and are once again on tour with all the original members. Now, they are all in their late 30's and early 40's and it's been 15 years since they have performed. They have all had various jobs and some have been much more successful than others, but they are back for an encore performance and much to everyones surprise, they are being welcomed once again by their adoring fans. There are sold out concerts in many cities and they are adding shows due to the response and demand. I don't think anyone thought their resurection would be this well recieved, including the band themselves. I, for one, fully intend to see the boys who once graced the walls of my bedroom from floor to ceiling. I was never allowed to go to concerts when I was a kid, so this is my chance to fulfill one of my childhood wishes. I'll be seeing you soon boys.....
Sunday, June 8, 2008
HURRICANE SEASON, ROCKS!
How do I find these people? Or more importantly, how do these people find me.......
So, we stopped into Walgreens to grab a contact case (which first of all is funny, because i brought enough stuff to live here for 6 months and the one thing I forgot is a contact case...anyway...) and our check out girl was chatting us up about Hurricane season. She first lectured us on the do's and dont's of preparring for a hurricane...."Make sure you have lots of cash on you at all times, you never know when one will hit and the ATM's go out and you're screwed" Then she went on to let us know how thougourghly excited she was about the approaching hurricane season. "June 1st is the beginning of hurricane season and we're gonna have a rockin' one this year. It's been 2 years since one has hit and this year is gonna be great!" Yes, she said the exact words..."we're gonna have a rockin hurricane season this year" Wow. Really? I mean.....really?
I met someone today who seemed pretty normal who told me this attitude is actually not that uncommon around here. However that would be the equivalent of me getting excited about the tornado season in St. Louis....."Tornado season is gonna be awesome this year. I can't wait to see my car being tossed into the stadium by a rockin' funnel"...................
So, we stopped into Walgreens to grab a contact case (which first of all is funny, because i brought enough stuff to live here for 6 months and the one thing I forgot is a contact case...anyway...) and our check out girl was chatting us up about Hurricane season. She first lectured us on the do's and dont's of preparring for a hurricane...."Make sure you have lots of cash on you at all times, you never know when one will hit and the ATM's go out and you're screwed" Then she went on to let us know how thougourghly excited she was about the approaching hurricane season. "June 1st is the beginning of hurricane season and we're gonna have a rockin' one this year. It's been 2 years since one has hit and this year is gonna be great!" Yes, she said the exact words..."we're gonna have a rockin hurricane season this year" Wow. Really? I mean.....really?
I met someone today who seemed pretty normal who told me this attitude is actually not that uncommon around here. However that would be the equivalent of me getting excited about the tornado season in St. Louis....."Tornado season is gonna be awesome this year. I can't wait to see my car being tossed into the stadium by a rockin' funnel"...................
BEACH FRONT RETIREMENT CENTER

Ashley and I got into Ft. Lauderdale Thursday night around 7. Just enough time to introduce her to the ocean, jump in for a bit and then go to dinner before crashing after our marathon 19 hour drive. I've been to Florida, but never to Ft. Lauderdale. Not really what I expected. It's kind of all over the place. Very wide variety of people and very different experiences in various areas. Our hotel is apparently in the old part of town. It's right on the beach, but there are some scary old people here. I saw a woman who must have been close to 90 and it looked like you could have just peeled her face off because she was way too tan and she had soooo much make up on .......and obviously the 80 plus years she spent in the sun prior to that had not helped her to age well. And her lips were popping off of her face, due to the bright fushia lipstick she had on. Wow.
And there is some sort of interesting lounge act going on in the bar area. An old man in white pants keeps singing renditions of newer songs in a Sinatra kind of way. We almost stopped for a bite in there, but after entering and stopping abruptly in our tracks when the music hit us, we promptly high tailed it out of there in search of a place that doesn't cater to the early bird crowd.
Everything is kind of spread out here and we had a hard time just finding a restaurant that was open at 10 PM. Weird. But the view from our room is fabulous and we're so close to the beach that you can feel the spray from the ocean from our balcony.
All in all not bad so far. I'll just steer clear of the lounge and everything should be ok.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
So, I'm on my way to Florida. My niece and I left yesterday and we made it all the way to Canton, Georgia, ....at least that's where i think I am. In my delerious state at 3:30 in the morning, I just pulled over at the closest place and asked for a room. In any case there is an overabundance of Pecans here so I'll be all set should there be a nut shortage in the near future. Who new that Georgia was all about the pecans.
Anyway sleep was good. Much needed after a day of chaos and driving. But the first leg of the trip was pretty uneventful. Just a lot of driving and a lot of listening to music. We made it about 12 hours, without getting arrested for speeding, which I think is pretty good. So, now we are off to finish the last part of the trip. Ft. Lauderdale, here I come! I can't wait to see the ocean. We have been apart for far too long.......
Anyway sleep was good. Much needed after a day of chaos and driving. But the first leg of the trip was pretty uneventful. Just a lot of driving and a lot of listening to music. We made it about 12 hours, without getting arrested for speeding, which I think is pretty good. So, now we are off to finish the last part of the trip. Ft. Lauderdale, here I come! I can't wait to see the ocean. We have been apart for far too long.......
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
GOOD HAIRCUT, SAD LIFE
Quote of the day. Such a good line I had to catalog it. While having a casual conversation with my bosses about our favorite lunchtime sub fare, I mentioned that I have recently become addicted to Jimmy Johns. I only really like the tuna sub there, but it's really good. ANd then we were discussing Quiznos and I said I liked the turkey/quac sandwich, to wich my boss said I was exotic. I don't know what planet he comes from, but I'm pretty sure it has to be the same one Jarod, of Subway, is from. Since apparently he only likes bland, tasteless sandwiches on stale bread. But my response was that I like to live it up with flavorful, interesting sandwiches and my other boss thought that was quite sad.....that my idea of living was eating sandwiches smeared with quacamole from Quiznos. Hence the quote...."Good haircut, Sad life"
At least he liked my haircut............
At least he liked my haircut............
Monday, June 2, 2008
THE COUNTRY IS SCARY
So, I went to my sisters house Friday night to dogsit while they were out of town and I confirmed what I have always known......i could never live in the country. As soon as I got there it started storming like crazy. Tons of lightening and wind and the rain was just pouring off the roof. The Satellite went out, the electricity went out and i was sitting in the middle of knowwhere............. in the dark with nothing to do. One of the dogs was totally freaked out and wouldn't get off of me and all I kept thinking was that the house was going to be picked up in a tornado like in the Wizard of Oz. ANd there are no warning sirens out in the country, so it's not like I would have known if something was about to happen. So, I camped out in the basement and drank by myself until about 3 in the morning when the storm subsided. Now that's some Friday night fun.
But then I went to the wineries the next day and all was right with the world once again.
But then I went to the wineries the next day and all was right with the world once again.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
NOTHING
So, you know what I did yesterday........nothing. And it was everything I dreamed it would be. Happy weekend to me................
Spring Fling
So our Spring Company party was this past Thursday. Yeah, I know it's been a few days, oh well. For the past 10 years the company has been taking over the golf course at Forest Park for part of the day and then partying in the park for the Spring party, but because of the rapid growth of the company we decided to try something new this year. This year we did a scavenger hunt. There was a lot of hesitation and a lot of people thought it was a stupid idea, but everyone that participated, had a blast. And most even thought it was better than the golf thing. We had about 20 or so people to a team and we went all over town to find our items and locations. It was a ton of fun. I'm just glad the bus driver didn't quit on us in the middle of it. I think i would have dropped our obnoxious asses off at the nearest location if it had been me. But luckily he was pretty tolerant. Some of the highlights were getting the owner of Talanyas to open the place for us so we could get our picture taken inside, getting a pic with one of the guys from the channel 2 news team and two of our team members getting a pic with a nun (funny part was that they both had obnoxious sexual comments on their t-shirts). And of course a guy and girl swapping clothes on the bus. Nice! All in all, it was a blast. ANd then we spent the rest of the night partying at a bar we rented out. lots of bad kareoke, bad dancing, wierd people crashing our party and lots of great pictures. Good times.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Hard Candy
I had never heard of Ellen Page until Juno came out. I have yet to see it, but i plan to very soon. I came across a movie the other night, when I was spending some quality time with my couch, featuring Ellen Page. After hearing all the hype about her and Juno, I had to take a look. It seems simple enough in the beginning. A young girl interested in an older guy, but it quickly takes a sinister turn. She, a 14 year old girl, arranges a meeting with this 30 something photographer she met on the internet. As if that isn't screwed up enough you quickly realize that she hunted this guy down after he raped and killed her best friend. She plays mind games with him to tear him down far enough that she convinces that his only option is to kill himself. Which he does after she finally gets him to admit what he'd done. It is probably the most bizarre movie I've ever seen, but Ellen Page is Brilliant. I think she is my new favorite actress. I don't think I've ever seen a young, inexperienced actress play such a complicated, delicate roll and pull it off so seemlessly. I think I was more facinated with her acting that I actually was with the movie. Although, the movie was quite good. Well done. Simple. Pretty much all takes place in a house, but really well done. Really screwed up, but much like a train wreck.....you just can't look away. Cudos to you Ellen Page. You are Awesome.
Flying Cupcakes
After attending the Radiohead concert we piled in the car and were making our way through the long line of cars. Luckily we had leftover cupcakes from our tailgating party before the concert to munch on. So after the sugar rush hit us, another car butted in front of us and being that Suzanne was still weilding a cupcake....she lobbed it at the car and in perfect fashion it landed directly under the window on the passenger door. THe dark chocolate cupcake protruding from the bright silver car. And the best part was.....they had no idea. The glory only lasted a moment as we watched in awe as the cupcake slid down the door and disappeared into the night. The only evidence left was the faint trail of chocolate smeared down the door, which passersby mistook for something slightly less desirable. The moral of the story here is if you mess with the bull you get the cupcake..........
Friday, April 18, 2008
SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL
So, I was awakened this morning at about 4:30 to the sound of my water heater banging against my closet door. Being that I was sound asleep, it took me a few seconds after jolting out of bed and running around my apartment in my underwear a few times before I realized what was happening. It's not like an earthquake in St. Louis is a regular occurance, so needless to say, it took me a minute to figure out what was going on. My first thought was to get under my table, which is all I remember from my grade school earthquake drils, but I don't think my $50 Ikea table would have protected me all that much. I was told this morning by my boss who lived in California that the recomended practice is to stand in a doorway. So, there you go. That's my bit of advice for the next one.
The earthquake wasn't just localized to us either. Apparently, the epicenter was in southern Illinois and people as far as 900 miles away felt the effects. It was a 5.4earthquake, which is the strongest earthquake we've had in ST. Louis since 1968, from what I've read. Pretty crazy. But I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.
The earthquake wasn't just localized to us either. Apparently, the epicenter was in southern Illinois and people as far as 900 miles away felt the effects. It was a 5.4earthquake, which is the strongest earthquake we've had in ST. Louis since 1968, from what I've read. Pretty crazy. But I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
WHERE AM I??
The evening started out innocently enough, with the girls coming over for drinks but we soon stepped into the twilight zone.....
So the girls arrived at my place ready for an evening of music and drinks, we popped opened a bottle of wine, started chatting and the girls decided to step out onto the porch for a smoke where they were unexpectedly greeted by Satin's Squirrel. He was not very happy about us disturbing his space, but soon ran off to the roof somewhere. Back to wine and chatting, we finished our glasses and walked down the street for some Pizza before the concert. Upon enterinig this fine eating establishment, we were greeted by what seemed to be a mix of recently released convicts and homeless people, who were soon to be our waiters and waitresses. After some confusion with our waiter as to whether or not we would like plates to eat our pizza off of or if we would rather just eat it straight off of the table, we managed to have a pretty good meal. Then we decided that the rest of the clientel was so delightful that we should check out the bar area to mingle with the locals. It was everything I'd hoped it would be.....drunks with missing teeth, Gangsters wearing gold medalions, but our grand time in the bar was stopped short by some bad Chianti. So, off we went, back down the street to get our cars. A few steps out of the pizza place, we were greeted by the whistler. Well, not so much greeted, as stalked. We walked clutching our purses as images of horror flicks flashed in our minds and hoping the crazy whisling guy, walking not a foot behind us, was just a figment of our imagination. He was not, but luckily he went around us, continuing to whistle and we went on to get our cars. Convinced now, that we had entered an alternate universe somewhere along the evening, we pressed on to the Pageant. Parking was a nightmare, but we managed to find a parking lot semi near by, which we lovingly refer to as "The Pit". After dodging many pits and holes in the parking lot and avoiding a broken ankle, we made it to the corner were we saw the opening show......which consisted of a younger, seemingly autistic, male in some sort of convlusion..although he may have just been dancing. Finally making it to our destination, we entered relieved....until we were frisked for any inappropriate items. luckily we had left our gats at home that night. So, we entered without incident. Making our way upstairs, we found our seats. I was the last to sit. I was lucky enough to be seated next to the HULK. I think his knee was bigger than my waist, so needless to say....the gentleman needed some extra room. So, as I sat on my one ass cheek trying to give him the additional room he needed, we waited for the show to begin. I've never seen Feist live, but it was a fabulous show, despite my numb ass. And had it not been for the Zen like, performace shadow people who were making art projections on the back wall of the stage, I probably would have been a litte stressed at this point. But it was very relaxing and borderline meditative. The concert finished and we headed home, exhuasted from our evening in the twilight zone. But all in all, it was pretty good. Just another evening in the LOU.
So the girls arrived at my place ready for an evening of music and drinks, we popped opened a bottle of wine, started chatting and the girls decided to step out onto the porch for a smoke where they were unexpectedly greeted by Satin's Squirrel. He was not very happy about us disturbing his space, but soon ran off to the roof somewhere. Back to wine and chatting, we finished our glasses and walked down the street for some Pizza before the concert. Upon enterinig this fine eating establishment, we were greeted by what seemed to be a mix of recently released convicts and homeless people, who were soon to be our waiters and waitresses. After some confusion with our waiter as to whether or not we would like plates to eat our pizza off of or if we would rather just eat it straight off of the table, we managed to have a pretty good meal. Then we decided that the rest of the clientel was so delightful that we should check out the bar area to mingle with the locals. It was everything I'd hoped it would be.....drunks with missing teeth, Gangsters wearing gold medalions, but our grand time in the bar was stopped short by some bad Chianti. So, off we went, back down the street to get our cars. A few steps out of the pizza place, we were greeted by the whistler. Well, not so much greeted, as stalked. We walked clutching our purses as images of horror flicks flashed in our minds and hoping the crazy whisling guy, walking not a foot behind us, was just a figment of our imagination. He was not, but luckily he went around us, continuing to whistle and we went on to get our cars. Convinced now, that we had entered an alternate universe somewhere along the evening, we pressed on to the Pageant. Parking was a nightmare, but we managed to find a parking lot semi near by, which we lovingly refer to as "The Pit". After dodging many pits and holes in the parking lot and avoiding a broken ankle, we made it to the corner were we saw the opening show......which consisted of a younger, seemingly autistic, male in some sort of convlusion..although he may have just been dancing. Finally making it to our destination, we entered relieved....until we were frisked for any inappropriate items. luckily we had left our gats at home that night. So, we entered without incident. Making our way upstairs, we found our seats. I was the last to sit. I was lucky enough to be seated next to the HULK. I think his knee was bigger than my waist, so needless to say....the gentleman needed some extra room. So, as I sat on my one ass cheek trying to give him the additional room he needed, we waited for the show to begin. I've never seen Feist live, but it was a fabulous show, despite my numb ass. And had it not been for the Zen like, performace shadow people who were making art projections on the back wall of the stage, I probably would have been a litte stressed at this point. But it was very relaxing and borderline meditative. The concert finished and we headed home, exhuasted from our evening in the twilight zone. But all in all, it was pretty good. Just another evening in the LOU.
Monday, March 31, 2008
IT'S JUST A GAME, PEOPLE
So, I arrived early to work this morning, which is a feat in itself for me, only to be greeted by crazy baseball fans who took all the parking spots. I had the choice of paying $20 to park by my building or park 6 blocks away. I chose the later. Fun for me.
Apparently it's opening day. oh joy. Seriously people, it's just a game. There is no need to line up in front of the stadium at the crack of dawn or set up tents. The game is going to happen at the same time either way. And if you weren't so crazy, I wouldn't have to park 6 blocks away. Now go drink some beer and stay out of the street when I'm driving home.
Not a fan
Apparently it's opening day. oh joy. Seriously people, it's just a game. There is no need to line up in front of the stadium at the crack of dawn or set up tents. The game is going to happen at the same time either way. And if you weren't so crazy, I wouldn't have to park 6 blocks away. Now go drink some beer and stay out of the street when I'm driving home.
Not a fan
Friday, March 21, 2008
ADSTOCK
So, the Agency battle of the bands thing (Adstock) was last night at Blueberry Hill. We rocked as usual. A good time was had by all. I enjoyed it with the exception of my screw up on the first song we did. But we had a good crowd and a good time. So, all in all it was a pretty good night. The Merge Rocks
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
END OF THE WORLD OR JUST ST. LOUIS
So, let's recap the last few days.....
Saturday: 60 degrees, sunny, beautiful, birds chirping, walk in the park, etc.
Sunday: 75 degrees, sunny, beautiful, shorts, bike rides, picnics
Monday: 60 degrees, dropping to 28, sleet, freezing rain, jacket-no, rain coat-no, ski jacket, umbrella, de-icer, 12 car pile ups, faling down stairs, etc. etc.
Tuesday: 28 degrees, snow, snow, more snow and a little more snow
Either my grandmother is right and the end of the world really is coming or St. Louis has the strangest weather ever.
Why didn't I move to California.........
Saturday: 60 degrees, sunny, beautiful, birds chirping, walk in the park, etc.
Sunday: 75 degrees, sunny, beautiful, shorts, bike rides, picnics
Monday: 60 degrees, dropping to 28, sleet, freezing rain, jacket-no, rain coat-no, ski jacket, umbrella, de-icer, 12 car pile ups, faling down stairs, etc. etc.
Tuesday: 28 degrees, snow, snow, more snow and a little more snow
Either my grandmother is right and the end of the world really is coming or St. Louis has the strangest weather ever.
Why didn't I move to California.........
Thursday, February 28, 2008
IT'S OFFICIAL
He actually made it into the FBI. Seems so weird to say that. Ever since I met him, that's all he wanted. I thought it was such a far fetched career plan. It seems like such an illusive, mysterious job. A TV show, not something people actually do for a living. The guy who lived in my kitchen for 6 months in Chicago is now going to be weilding a gun and a badge wherever he goes. So Bizarre. But I couldn't be prouder. Almost 10 years in the making, but he did it. It became pretty real when I was interviewed by a guy in a trenchcoat at work about my relationship with him and asking questions about his character. Try to explain to your boss why the FBI is interviewing you in the lobby of your workplace..... My Vegas buddy, my Chicago pal, my best friend......is actually an FBI agent. Congrats Bry
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
What Was I Thinking
Do you ever wonder what the hell you were thinking when you chose your career path? Advertising.....it sounded so interesting and fun when I was in college, like something you only see people in movies doing. Well it's not like a movie and it's not that interesting. I don't even do anything cool like write copy or create elaborate illustrations. I spend my days taking orders for imagery as if I were running the McDonald's drive through (would you like fries with that image of a cheesburger) and chasing people down to get updates on the status of jobs. I hate it when I catch myself using those, all too familiar, buzz words like "touch base" and "circle back". But sometimes, like that little ball of spit that comes flying out of your mouth when you are talking to someone, it just comes out before I can stop myself. Sometimes during long drawn out meetings I find myself thinking about people like that guy from "Escape from Chimp Eden". I may watch too much Animal Planet, but I think to myself.....this guy is out risking his life and rescuing chimps and teaching them how to live in the wild and I'm sitting here trying to figure out what team to give the next print ad assignment too. Don't get me wrong......I actually really like my job most of the time. Most of the people I work with are great and it actually can be pretty fun. But sometimes I just think..........................there's got to be more to life.
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