Saturday, October 31, 2009

BOO!

Decorations: a
Candy: a
Lights on: a
Trick-or-treaters: Never enough, but a
Cats scared/excited by doorbell ringing: a

Happy Halloween, everyone!


Saturday, October 24, 2009

Pier 1 is 1 short of a full deck...

What is happening to grammar and spelling these days?
(Notice the card/1 pun in the title.)
So I'm getting ready for a small fiesta we're throwing tomorrow, and I stroll on into Pier 1, looking for table runners and such. Little did I know I'd find something much better...

Can you believe it? "No peaking." Let's look up "peak," shall we?
–noun
1.the pointed top of a mountain or ridge.
2.a mountain with a pointed summit.
3.the pointed top of anything.
4.
the highest or most important point or level: the peak of her political career.
Etc., etc., etc. Clearly someone mistook peak for its homonym brother, "peek." Don't believe me? Let's take a closer look:


DON'T PEAK. You know, "peak" can also mean "to become weak, thin, and sickly." So, I guess it makes sense. Play cards, don't cheat, and don't become thin, weak, and sickly.
Sure.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Kitty Interlude

A blog without pictures is like a... metaphor without a point. And I'm kind of facing blogger's block right now. So, without further ado, adorable pictures of BB and S sleeping!

Look at that widdle pink tongue!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

At least they weren't bleeding


So I finally got around to watching last Monday's Gossip Girl today. It was good. Besides the fact that two of the main non-main characters are ugly and terrible actors (I'm talking to you, Scott and Carter), it wasn't too shabby. Lily and Rufus got married, finally. Nate and what's-her-name broke up, finally. Because no one can ever have a long-lasting relationship on this show with a non-major cast member (see: Serena and Cyrus' son what's-his-face, Vanessa and Scott, Blair and that duke guy, etc.). But I did notice something that made me chuckle at the irony of it all:

Those aren't earrings. Her ears are simply crying from the terrible dialogue on this show. Like this: "There are songs that want to make us dance, songs that want to make us sing along, but the best songs are the ones that bring you back to the first time you heard them and, once again, break your heart." Wait, what? Who are you talking about? So we heard a song once and it broke our heart, and now it's playing again. But apparently, it's the "best." I love re-living getting my heart broken, don't you?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Don't Hate Me!

I'm so embarrassed. Don't blame me, readers. It's not like I asked for this to happen. It just... happened. I have no control over it. I'm trying to fix it but it's just not working...

I have Complicated, by Avril Lavigne, stuck in my head.

I even sang it in the shower.

I'm so ashamed.

Please forgive me.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Eye Candy


Drooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
I'm watching 27 Dresses right now, and I thought my blog could use a little decoration.
Enjoy the hotness that is James Marsden!

(Bonus Question: Which was he cuter in, 27 Dresses or Enchanted? I'm undecided)

Friday, October 9, 2009

Attention Home Decor/Freebie lovers!

The ultimate prize! A FREE quart of Glidden paint!
Granted, you have to send in a competitor's paint label (so you have to have some paint already lying around). Luckily, we did, from our recent bathroom redo (which I PROMISE will be revealed as soon as possible!)
So in 8 to 10 weeks (GAH!), I will hopefully receive a quart of Rich Navy! I figured I was more likely to paint something a lovely neutral like navy than some funky magenta (though that's definitely next on my paint list!). I'm thinking of painting a small coffee table we had this is COVERED with my old collection of stickers. It'll be one heck of a DIY!

Hop to it, paint lovers!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

T-shirt blunder

I really hope someone else has noticed this. Otherwise I might be the first case of senility at age 17.
So I was browsing through the clothes at Target, checking out the new Anna Sui line (surprisingly expensive and not super cute). And I came upon this pretty ugly shirt from the collection. Then I noticed something:

Do you see it? No? Let's take a closer look, shall we?

Now, is it just me, or is this shirt noticeable grammatically incorrect? It should be "Best Friend For Life Who Has Lunch And Goes Shopping A Lot" OR "Best Friends For Life Who Have Lunch And Go Shopping A Lot." Right?
And, now that I see it, "Have" is the only word whose first letter isn't capitalized! Were they hoping by not capitalizing it we wouldn't noticed their gigundo error? Nice try, crafty designers. Nice try.
And, on top of the uglyness and the incorrectness, this is also kind of a quote from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, which makes it (and me for knowing the quote) uncool.

London: We can be BFFWLSAGSAL!
Mr. Moseby and Esteban: What?
London: "Best Friends Forever Who Love Spending and Go Shopping A Lot."

So there you have it, readers. A huge typo for sale at your nearest Target. Unless I'm totally insane and this is grammatically correct, in which case I'll crawl into a corner and slip on my Dunce hat.

Do you guys see it?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

:(

So I'm flipping through Tivo, and I have like 12 Office episodes that recorded last night. YAY.
No, wait.
BOO.
THEY LIED.
It's not Office. It's all baseball!
It says "The Office"-- it even says the episode name and description.
But alas.
No Jim.
No Pam.
Not a single Dwight.
Just sports.
Blegh.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Accomplishment of the day

AOTD:
Correctly naming two actors from a movie for a bonus question on a science quiz.
From a movie I haven't even seen.
Yea, I'm that good.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Hell on Heels

Dear Self,
Remember this story I'm about to tell you. This isn't the first time I've warned you about wearing heels. And yet you don't listen.
So last night night you had a fancy event to go to. You picked out a cute dress, and decided you wanted to wear those new heels you got. You know, those poorly made $18 heels you found at the clearance rack at DSW? The black ones with the laces and cut out in the middle (that looked kinda sorta like this) with a heel higher than you have ever worn before? You said they were so comfy sitting down. You were right. Plus they were cheap. So you ignored their flaws and impracticality and bought them. And you kind of loved them. So you decided to wear them last night.
Big mistake. You hobbled from the car to the party like a drunk Barbie doll, taking small, calculated steps and holding onto everything in sight for support. You arrive at the party, ready to sit down and nibble on whatever vegetarian options they had.
It's a mingling event.
As in, no chairs.
Hooooly crap.
So you walk carefully, knowing that at some point during the night you will do one or more of the following:
a) Trip and fall
b) Trip, grab something/one for support, and have them topple down with you
c) Trip and break your ankle
d) Trip, fall, hit your head and kill yourself.
All for a pair of really cute shoes... So you gather all the courage you have (after all, despite the problems these shoes cause, they make you look tall and pretty awesome), and suck it up. You mingle, you chat, you eat faux-fancy food, and all the while your feet hurt more and more.
So you take to the habit of teetering on the balls of your feet and rotating your feet around in place, trying to a less-tender spot to rest on.
Then something happens. One of your legs kind of bends a little, and you think you know why. Your heel broke. You investigate. It didn't break. But it did bend so that it will probably be permanently bent, at least when you put pressure on it. You're shocked. Upset. You feel betrayed by your fun, spontaneous purchase.
Luckily the party is winding down. You walk even more slowly out of the venue, grabbing at columns and walls for support. You find a table and sit on it uncouthly, tugging at your heels ferociously. They come off. You moan in delight and pain. You look at your feet. They have red imprinted markings on them where the laces were. You leave and walk outside barefoot.
Never has the grass felt so nice on your bare feet.
So, Self, I hope you've listened intently. Just remember this next time you take those heels out for a spin, or find another cheap thrill at DSW. Neither will last...
Sincerely,
Me/you

PS: You need to learn to walk in heels so you don't look like Bambi taking her first steps. Seriously.