tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84670666896969697682024-03-13T20:34:04.375-07:00The fascinating account of an amazing person.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-32494179868902558552010-01-01T19:53:00.000-08:002010-01-01T20:39:17.727-08:00Bear with me people...Is there anything more boring than talking about switching blog platforms??? Probably not, so I'll keep it short. I'm finally switching to tumblr to make <a href="http://sussybuckets.tumblr.com/">Sussy</a> happy. Not really, but she, for reasons I am still not sure of, tried to get me to switch to tumblr months ago, going so far as to get my page up for me herself. I left it there to DIE people. But no longer! She will live again!! (My blog, not Sussy. She remains alive. I'm assuming. I haven't talked to her in a couple weeks.) Why? Well let me bore you. At this point so many people are on tumblr it's easier to reblog other tumblrs which I want to do often. Also I intend to get a smartphone at some point in my life and it will be easier to post pix from there. And the biggest reason of all, I can post music! I'm sure there is some way to do that here but it convoluted and confusing. I didn't think I'd write this much about it! <br /><br />REgardless, go on <a href="http://natashalevinger.tumblr.com/">over there!</a> Have a good time!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-7118861930002380352009-12-30T22:34:00.000-08:002009-12-30T22:37:27.398-08:00I shouldn't be reading things like this!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy_ZH0DTRx37ltRd7LTC8ZPIRaqm-fWPXqS9_kHuwpKSpCK2W9m4eBhov0nJ6NYe6bsBY1JQE3l3aXU_T0L7cmUV-5qWJjRmi9ouSbtNVVcpRpo3UVfWdjnsRx7HJyrQT-oSFcirgJQU/s1600-h/sad+craigslist+post.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy_ZH0DTRx37ltRd7LTC8ZPIRaqm-fWPXqS9_kHuwpKSpCK2W9m4eBhov0nJ6NYe6bsBY1JQE3l3aXU_T0L7cmUV-5qWJjRmi9ouSbtNVVcpRpo3UVfWdjnsRx7HJyrQT-oSFcirgJQU/s320/sad+craigslist+post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421285261915008114" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://suitep.tumblr.com/post/308568657/emmas-bobbymiller-beautiful-even-though">via</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-53954319240295956682009-12-29T19:50:00.000-08:002009-12-30T07:56:29.993-08:00Those ambivalent to cats divert your eyes!My beloved 18.5 year old cat Oakley passed away four weeks ago. I haven't written about it because I feel like whatever I say won't do him justice. But I feel like I need to say something. So at the risk of minimizing him, I'm not only going to blog about him, but I'm going to bullet point at least some of why he was so awesome. I realize that no one will probably find this interesting enough to read all of, but I'm going to indulge myself with this post! So here we go, guys!<br /><br />1. He was the most polite cat I've ever met. He literally would wait his turn to eat. If another one of our cats was eating he would back up a few feet, sit down on his haunches and look around a bit, passing time while the other cat ate. When they were finished he would take his turn. It was kind of heartbreaking, but adorable. If he went outside and we didn't let him in right away he would just sit at the door and wait patiently, occasionally give a meow, but nothing to disturb anyone too much. Everyone else came first for Oakley.<br /><br />2. In spite of his polite demeanor, he didn't take crap from no one; yet he still did it politely. He was the only cat I've ever known to slap on the hand---no claws. It really felt like a human was slapping me. He rarely did it, but if he was afraid (he was abused prior to my having him so he didn't like it when I raised my hand over his head which I never did intentionally!) I would get two quick slaps on the hand. Our house is a veritable way station for homeless cats, so there have been many a cat that has gone through here before finding their permanent home. Oakley welcomed them all, but if they ever got aggressive he let them know who was boss. Not by fighting, just his little quick slaps and they got the message.<br /><br />3. He was also the only cat I've known who grew emotionally. Yes, that's ridiculous! But also true! Because of his early abuse he was borderline feral when I got him at 7 months. The last few years he really came into his own and became much less skittish. The last year or so he was like a regular cat. Brett had said when he met him that he wished for Oakley that he could feel safe (and have opposable thumbs. Why opposable thumbs? I think so he could play the piano, I'm not sure.). And he truly did seem like he felt safe and happy this last year. Opposable thumbs not withstanding.<br /><br />I'm lucky to have known him all those years and I'm going to miss him for the rest of mine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-32532645550732041412009-12-22T21:33:00.000-08:002009-12-22T21:46:36.990-08:00One thing about 2009.I know a lot of people had a terrible year, or at least I keep hearing that everyone is eager for 2009 to be over. Maybe they say it every year and I just don't notice it as much. But 2009 was a pretty amazing year for me. It was the year I met Clyde. I know that is super sappy, but sometimes the truth is really sappy, people. That kid rejuvenated me and kind of brought me to life in a way I didn't even know I needed to be brought to life. And it makes me a little sad that the year he was born will be remembered as a bad year, but maybe it won't. Maybe time will go on and people will forget and it won't be part of the consciousness that 2009 sucked. I wish for everyone that 2009 made them feel how Clyde makes me feel, and how Curious George makes Clyde feel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3HknhnzpECjEWYY-WxyF-tzHswazeDWTlKuTj8z_DQOG0ZcXkW9nKsbSuNwIRM1g67PJCxfNxh5vLV9n-ZsXBRwssuZm7698jM1_ra5idoo6UR407AU2C7LMEQvrQJfS_ufBOWWaNBc/s1600-h/Clyde+and+George.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3HknhnzpECjEWYY-WxyF-tzHswazeDWTlKuTj8z_DQOG0ZcXkW9nKsbSuNwIRM1g67PJCxfNxh5vLV9n-ZsXBRwssuZm7698jM1_ra5idoo6UR407AU2C7LMEQvrQJfS_ufBOWWaNBc/s320/Clyde+and+George.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418302748001182866" /></a><br /><br />(And P.S. of course I love Harper just as much but I met her in 2006!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-59693974536388154882009-12-19T22:03:00.000-08:002009-12-19T22:15:28.001-08:00Spectacle!This is from the latest episode. I LOVE IT. It's Ron Sexsmith and Elvis doing a version of Everyday I Write the Book. Actually doing Ron Sexsmith's version of it. It's awwwwwwesome y'all. If you like that sort of thing. (Awesomeness.) But what has happened to my Elvis? Is he sick?? He's lost so much weight and it looks sickly, not healthy! I'm worried. Now go enjoy this.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgYO3Se-VHk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgYO3Se-VHk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I love this show. Elvis made me even like Bono. This sounds pretentious when I repeat it, but Bono was talking about seeing a band that had a very intimate show even in a large arena and he said, "Intimacy is the new punk rock. It's the thing that makes me stop in my tracks now." I love that! Intimacy is bold and scary whether it's in music or the rest of life. I like the idea of it being bad ass like punk rock. I still don't like U2 though! I'll hold on to that, don't worry!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-55034334789365523282009-12-14T08:09:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:12:05.798-08:00I love that The Format is on here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKA8ZKzR9uNo8mU-nwwbg59jc3n2lpEvIGTAx0jyej75PWWDJVvYW2msrC25ha6TqYnE1HHDnfz7Eh79tEdy72cyPWoCNZ32kT65I8_ViMrbi9OSDHDAbgGeIwo0AwidhcmG1oZBYbzrQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kuet9xWd561qzh82eo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKA8ZKzR9uNo8mU-nwwbg59jc3n2lpEvIGTAx0jyej75PWWDJVvYW2msrC25ha6TqYnE1HHDnfz7Eh79tEdy72cyPWoCNZ32kT65I8_ViMrbi9OSDHDAbgGeIwo0AwidhcmG1oZBYbzrQ/s320/tumblr_kuet9xWd561qzh82eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415125073899474834" /></a><br /><br />via <a href="http://sarahel.tumblr.com/post/276722206/thedecemberists-from-rolling-stone">A Collection of Thoughts</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-41797250982681813052009-12-12T19:21:00.001-08:002009-12-12T20:33:42.186-08:00I'LL say!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEc8NQrZ7Vlg8taf8vrKQe3vuLQXuov24eQX4lxoRuCuIkctAj2H9QUA4c4rjeGvtk3MX_SSGTm19DT9Y1R8U5ktnC77tGKWZHDn63xAASJUyd_25YV51C9eI544tjHvN-hNovDpWFjU/s1600-h/it's+complicated.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEc8NQrZ7Vlg8taf8vrKQe3vuLQXuov24eQX4lxoRuCuIkctAj2H9QUA4c4rjeGvtk3MX_SSGTm19DT9Y1R8U5ktnC77tGKWZHDn63xAASJUyd_25YV51C9eI544tjHvN-hNovDpWFjU/s320/it's+complicated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555754542662370" /></a><br /><br />I saw this movie a couple nights ago. Brett and I had a good laugh about how awful it would be, but how I was going to watch it anyway. Hahaha! Get outta here you, I said to Brett, I'm going to watch this bad movie, you! Well, joke's on me, kids! Not only did I like a lot of it, I LOVED parts of it. I would even watch those parts again? Yes, I would. They were funny parts! Who doesn't want to watch funny parts twice?? Fine. I know everyone thinks they have a good sense of humor but I can't argue with the facts. Turns out Housesitter wasn't an anomaly. I just can't be trusted in the humor department. Goodbye, I'm going to watch Seems Like Old Times for the 128th time!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-54873911579082736412009-12-10T21:12:00.000-08:002009-12-10T21:33:26.868-08:00Candy girl...you are my world.I really want to make delicious treats for people for the holidays. So far I made peanut butter cookies with chocolate m-n-ms that I deemed not good enough to give out so I ate them all myself. Well, that's not fair. Harper and Brett had three. But I fancy myself a baker who rarely bakes so I decided I'm really going to do it! I'm going to make chocolate mint divinity! Let's do this, holidays! So I scanned through the recipe and then I read this (bolding my emphasis):<br /><br />Cook over medium heat, without stirring, to 260 degree F, <span style="font-weight:bold;">hard-ball stage</span>. Mixture should boil at moderate, steady rate over entire surface. Reaching <span style="font-weight:bold;">hard-ball stage</span> should take about 15 minutes. <br /><br />What the hell is hard ball stage?? Sorry hard-ball stage?? I'm out of my element(Donny)!!Is this some inside joke with bakers? They never expect us sugar fans to ever read the recipe and find them out?? But find out WHAT? How will I know if I've reached hard-ball stage if I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS??? <br /><br />Guys, we can all calm down. There was a small time lapse wherein I googled it. But here's the bad news. I'm only SLIGHTLY less confused! Apparently there's also soft-ball and firm-ball that goes along with hard-ball! But the difference between firm-ball and hard-ball is not as obvious as it seems! Candy making is a science, guys! I found that out on a website about the science of candy! Does this make it more fun or less? I DON'T KNOW!!<br /><br />I may or may not be making candy treats for the holidays. Stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-82221389820780536102009-12-09T22:28:00.000-08:002009-12-09T22:30:27.705-08:00She doth protest too much?I know, I know, but I couldn't not post <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2009/12/john_mayer_kumail_nanjiani.html#ixzz0ZEZ6hYpd">this</a>. Proof of John Mayer not only being an enormous d-bag and bad comic, but also a racist! Who knew?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-5590735732100287792009-12-09T22:15:00.000-08:002009-12-09T22:18:09.209-08:00From the desk of Harper Levinger"Daddy!! Come here and look at your son!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-8959666366495299532009-12-07T18:09:00.000-08:002009-12-07T21:16:05.313-08:00Important things on my mindWhy is this Tiger Woods thing SUCH a big deal? I understand that people love to hear about affairs and it's all a big, fancy, impossible to look away from train wreck, and who doesn't love a bright shiny train wreck that involves a celebrity? My father. But aside from him, no one. That said, I don't understand why the mistresses are getting lawyers and why it seems like he's in legal trouble over all of this. And why it seems like they're treating this like he is the president. I mean yay, you found out Tiger Woods is a terrible womanizer! Let's talk about it for a week! And then it keeps going and my brain gets confused. <br /><br />It turns out Eddie Vedder, Lisa Marie Presley, Dave Grohl, David Spade and one of the Dixie Chicks have daughters named Harper. When we picked the name we did it for a variety of reasons, one of which was that it be somewhat different without being pretentiously different. But when five celebrities name their kid that same sort of unusual name in the last year it makes me feel like it's both too pretentious and too normal! HOW DO I GO ON???? My resolve is heroic!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-30000486669362238042009-12-06T20:57:00.000-08:002009-12-06T20:58:35.082-08:00Merry Christmas?Give her the gift even Santa can't give her? Ew.<br /><br /><embed src='http://www.cbs.com/thunder/swf30can10/rcpHolderCbs-3-4x3.swf' FlashVars='link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ecbs%2Ecom%2Fcbs%5Fcares%2Fpap%5Fsmear%2Findex%2Ephp%3Fcid%3D1337443319%26pid%3Drpg0bK%5FFapIGJ2nsRzARsI1FISBu1YuE%26play%3Dtrue&partner=userembed&vert=Entertainment&autoPlayVid=false&releaseURL=http://release.theplatform.com/content.select?pid=rpg0bK_FapIGJ2nsRzARsI1FISBu1YuE&name=cbsPlayer&allowScriptAccess=always&wmode=transparent&embedded=y&scale=default&salign=tl' allowFullScreen='true' width='425' height='324' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'></embed><br/><a href='http://www.cbs.com'>Watch CBS Videos Online</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-49686993186108348522009-12-04T22:24:00.001-08:002009-12-04T22:26:05.896-08:00So as it turns out...James Franco is a <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704107104574570313372878136.html">dick.</a> He did General Hospital as an exercise in "performance art." Barf. Arrogance. Disappointment. Etc.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-50301435352505397502009-12-01T07:54:00.001-08:002009-12-01T07:58:02.267-08:00At some point soon this is not going to be cute. Maybe now?Me: Wait, what is a platypus?<br /><br />Brett: You know what a platypus is.<br /><br />Me: No I don't, that's why I'm asking.<br /><br />Brett: It's a furry looking animal with a bill like a duck. Harper, do platypuses lay eggs or have babies?<br /><br />Harper: Lay eggs.<br /><br />Brett: That's right. Even though they are what?<br /><br />Harper: Mammals.<br /><br />Brett: That's right!<br /><br />Me: Now you're just trying to make me look stupid.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-6072687296523038442009-11-30T14:47:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:49:28.783-08:00Hide and SeekThis is what happens when you play hide and seek with a three year old. Other things that happen: they insist on telling you where they are hiding before you look for them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8U_S7dyDMTq8UUlqO1V3DjsSMoLCGJyhUSJVGyBZLQKX_E_wzl9h6bEUk-P19bU6z8t3LeMZlzNcFfM22kT4sJEJ0HsUYwRX57OriyhWkT2N2TWyMA1LMvifImLSTSb73knWCIdIT5U/s1600/harper+hide+and+seek.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8U_S7dyDMTq8UUlqO1V3DjsSMoLCGJyhUSJVGyBZLQKX_E_wzl9h6bEUk-P19bU6z8t3LeMZlzNcFfM22kT4sJEJ0HsUYwRX57OriyhWkT2N2TWyMA1LMvifImLSTSb73knWCIdIT5U/s320/harper+hide+and+seek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410032480259543698" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-41832613439048280762009-11-30T09:47:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:45:46.187-08:00Harper was playing with a toy game where you put food into the mouths of animals based on what they usually eat. She couldn't find the worm for the bird so she held up a peanut.<br />Harper: I'll give him this!<br /><br />Me: A peanut! You'll hurt him!<br /><br />Harper: (like I'm insane) He's not REAL!<br /><br />Me: Oh, you're right.<br /><br />Harper: I can feed them things they don't eat if they're not real! <br /><br />She then repeated that over and over until I was convinced I've messed her up for life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-90710085098002659152009-11-24T21:28:00.000-08:002009-11-24T21:33:53.675-08:00Oh, Christmas Tree!I just googled to find out if anyone had tips on how to keep cats off of a Christmas tree and it came up with a variety of "lock them in a room" answers, or buy a device that "mildly" sends an electric shock through them, so I guess the answer is, "no". Although I came across one site where everyone was resigned to the fact that they just couldn't have a tree and even though it sucked it was worth it for them and their (insert number of cats). I thought it was surprisingly sweet and tolerant until I got to "me and my 13 cats" and I was like, wait, what website am I ON? And I looked at the top and saw: HSN (Home Shopping Network). Sigh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-4980188490756106752009-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:002009-11-24T21:15:48.007-08:00I don't know why this is in Russian...But if we can get past that, I still don't think we can get past how John Travolta and Robin Williams let themselves be in this poster (I'm not surprised by Seth Green). Adios Pulp Fiction and Good Will Hunting! We no longer care. It's like something out of a movie about a couple of older actors trying to break back into movies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7n4nqIBWmJmDqgfoI9Y-Z8ZiGoZGMK6wFLQ3xkYKR1P9lrxafuC2FzwvjhbNlQ_Nu9npiAdyuPcR5EIxUm2BKKac1sWY_W7iBQ5MWfTHnt_7dHhKqcB4WWmnqcLDWciqiBiZegawC3U/s1600/old-dogs-poster-russian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7n4nqIBWmJmDqgfoI9Y-Z8ZiGoZGMK6wFLQ3xkYKR1P9lrxafuC2FzwvjhbNlQ_Nu9npiAdyuPcR5EIxUm2BKKac1sWY_W7iBQ5MWfTHnt_7dHhKqcB4WWmnqcLDWciqiBiZegawC3U/s320/old-dogs-poster-russian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407904654955255138" /></a><br /><br />(This poster is on the bus stop near our house, and for reasons I don't understand I can't find in English!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-25201932657543797882009-11-24T13:53:00.001-08:002009-11-24T13:57:31.600-08:00Direct from my inbox:I received an email from Oprah.com with the subject: BREAKING NEWS: What's Next for Oprah and You?<br /><br />I was getting more than a little bit nervous because Oprah was going on her television program making grand announcements about her show ending, but absolutely NO MENTION of what was next for Oprah and ME. Well, FINALLY I have some answers about what to do next! Those were a terrifying couple of days, guys!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-91018959694062880812009-11-19T14:00:00.001-08:002009-11-19T14:02:01.550-08:00Good afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qqqy6O9hdFx_8etpBZBLayFAyLL-RRw_XBn2_6OmQ2RLQbTYASUN43UVT4iHwQBMCUlIcjF3ffNLjVEFDtR4Jy9a2zH0UgoaJXsBJts-GBaGkGxy_NIP743HA_Q_cWItKA-P8ciJmgo/s1600/tumblr_ktd0lg8trG1qzm2r3o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qqqy6O9hdFx_8etpBZBLayFAyLL-RRw_XBn2_6OmQ2RLQbTYASUN43UVT4iHwQBMCUlIcjF3ffNLjVEFDtR4Jy9a2zH0UgoaJXsBJts-GBaGkGxy_NIP743HA_Q_cWItKA-P8ciJmgo/s320/tumblr_ktd0lg8trG1qzm2r3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405938045410781906" /></a><br /><br />via<a href="http://allthelatestmoves.tumblr.com/post/249814878/via-thehighandlow-moonbrains"> all the latest moves</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-65839418896699401672009-11-18T21:34:00.000-08:002009-11-18T21:37:09.939-08:00I should also say...That in my six minutes of free time I also co-wrote a musical that I am in and is going on again tomorrow night, so come see it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJinj0I085AzZ6UWje3vQ7A-VltSsQgCEAgfsRZRh2glPPaA2zIiPiSx-BNW2gSVN-NymDD8sK3zIqHau8wlG6lAiEZQ03smb45naotVahIda5Anhwo9OjyiTVcG27lHlXT1ew8i37qYM/s1600/tsm_postcard_front_comp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJinj0I085AzZ6UWje3vQ7A-VltSsQgCEAgfsRZRh2glPPaA2zIiPiSx-BNW2gSVN-NymDD8sK3zIqHau8wlG6lAiEZQ03smb45naotVahIda5Anhwo9OjyiTVcG27lHlXT1ew8i37qYM/s320/tsm_postcard_front_comp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405684353974439554" /></a><br /><br />Make reservations here: http://losangeles.ucbtheatre.com/shows/2208Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-57232617952303804332009-11-18T21:00:00.000-08:002009-11-18T21:09:58.290-08:00Throughout the day I am often exhausted and dream about 6:00, the time when we put the childs to bed and I can lay on the couch comatose and behave like a dad from a sitcom circa any decade. But after about twenty minutes of recuperation I start thinking about how adorable they are and Brett and I will start talking about them, and I have the insane thought of wishing they were awake so I could grab their cheeks (don't worry, Harper would never let me). At times like that I look at pictures of them like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjZAvaAD4PPGdlGffOPFlF_PgUD07yPU71DHUhXymAvMfLo1URJCwhz95ecxd0-upTDGvWNddj7L8Uyav3k_MKSJgm7gR0QpqtmiNQtxr7IFMABdD5XPSK69JmTyYMBe7Mk_VYo8Mvt8/s1600/Harper,+the+Clyde+idol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjZAvaAD4PPGdlGffOPFlF_PgUD07yPU71DHUhXymAvMfLo1URJCwhz95ecxd0-upTDGvWNddj7L8Uyav3k_MKSJgm7gR0QpqtmiNQtxr7IFMABdD5XPSK69JmTyYMBe7Mk_VYo8Mvt8/s320/Harper,+the+Clyde+idol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676283218579266" /></a><br /><br />and I die a hundred deaths about how cute they are and how lucky we are that they are so great and so good to each other. And then maybe Clyde will make some noise in his sleep and I will pray to God he stays asleep and wonder what the hell I've been doing with the six minutes I actually get to myself every day. Isn't my life great?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-18224277415196452562009-11-16T19:49:00.000-08:002009-11-16T20:05:08.422-08:00Oh, Ellen.Ellen Degeneres got a face lift apparently. I haven't seen her in awhile, but I just saw her on Oprah and there she was, her face resisting all the expressions it wanted to make. Why, Ellen, why? I don't know why but I feel like it makes her look unhappy. Maybe I'm the one who's depressed. ABOUT ELLEN'S FACE LIFT! Why do I care? It's her life?! Leave her alone! If you don't want a face lift, don't get one! Good point, self! Still, I am schizophrenic and one of my personalities wants to pull Ellen aside and tell her we like her because she's funny, not because she has a weird, stretched out creepy face. Maybe she doesn't know that!<br /><br />Also, I really do like Ellen, but I feel like some celebs who go on Oprah feel like they have to espouse Oprahisms and she was no different. "I work hard to see the bigger picture and not be caught in my ego." I mean, I appreciate that as much as the next lady, but it feels like she's <span style="font-style:italic;">trying</span> when she says it on Oprah. Like everyone has to go toe to toe with our Queen. Queen Oprah. Stop trying so hard Ellen! Leave your face alone and just be yourself! Ironically the interview was all about how comfortable she is with herself.<br /><br />Jeez, what's my problem with Ellen?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-74358202406205271662009-11-16T18:39:00.001-08:002009-11-16T18:41:57.642-08:00I love this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWYe14vsIzv37GkGp7dm-zRvaBryUvd40G_PeyM8ARrLtKwYNDr0YKrNBEAPVzTblj_dHUlvVylik6EZqUHdoPRaC7fuvKLgfkbGtLeSooZxUFKqs6I7Y-9MFm807L5H5tT8L9BgaqiI/s1600/1150.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWYe14vsIzv37GkGp7dm-zRvaBryUvd40G_PeyM8ARrLtKwYNDr0YKrNBEAPVzTblj_dHUlvVylik6EZqUHdoPRaC7fuvKLgfkbGtLeSooZxUFKqs6I7Y-9MFm807L5H5tT8L9BgaqiI/s320/1150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404896749392084866" /></a><br /><br />via <a href="http://www.houseind.com/showandtell/2009/11/16/Sogood">House</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8467066689696969768.post-14991964905656930162009-11-06T20:58:00.000-08:002009-11-06T21:01:44.122-08:00Brett: I hate myself for saying this, but I want you to wait to watch Real World/Road Rules Challenge until I get back.<br /><br />Me: I love you for saying that.<br /><br />Brett: I blame you for this.<br /><br />Me: It's not my fault!<br /><br />Brett: Who's fault is it?<br /><br />Me: Hey, I've watched lots of terrible TV for a long time.<br /><br />Brett: Touche. Who would have thought that would come back and win you an argument.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0