Friday, April 29, 2011

The Royal Wedding and Space Shuttles

 I said I wouldn't, but I did.

As Maggie screamed for Dora, I turned the Royal Wedding on just in time to see the kiss.

 Maggie was so pissed, she eventually bit me.

But I couldn't help it; my curiosity could not be quelled.

And since I'm watching the Tudors ~ a stunningly accurate portrayal of weddings and English royalty (cough) ~ I found the titles interesting as I watched the replay of the arrivals.     I teared up as the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge were announced.

As if that has ANY bearing or impact on my life, WHAT-SO-EVER.

As my life carries on today, my house will need to be cleaned because it smells like a gerbil cage again.  My parents are coming up from Orlando to celebrate Maggie's birthday.

Her birthday was actually on Tuesday and  we have been celebrating all week.  This  is becoming astoundingly confusing to my now THREE year old.  Her birth-DAY has turned into a birth-WEEK.   The gifts keep coming.

I will wear the new Mossimo top I found on clearance yesterday.    There is no hint of antique lace, and unfortunately there is no tiara.  We will go see the shuttle launch from the Intracoastal bridge.

Maggie, on the other hand, received a tiara for her birthday.

 Perhaps I will borrow it later, pop a bottle of champagne later...and pretend that I'm a Duchess, too.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Football is Stupid. Especially on Thursdays.

I had 3/4's of a good day.

Maggie went to school this morning.  I came home and worked in my garden.

I planted my antique roses I received from Rose Petals Nursery ~ a place I dream about in my pleasantest of dreams.
Souvenir de la Malmaison

I planted a Maggie rose, a Souvenir De La Malmaison, two Clotilde Soupert, Cl. roses, and a Peggy Martin.  I still have a Maman Cochet to plant.

I moved a jasmine plant to make room for the Souvenier de la Malmaison, and dug out some other plants...moved things around.

And let me tell you~ summer has come to Florida.  Wow.  I was sweating like a stuck pig.  Not pretty.

I laid down and read a bit of this awesome book that I have been working on:

 Every book of Sarah Waters that I have read so far has been extraordinary, in a quiet sort of way.

So, I was reading, then I dozed off a bit.

And... after a shower, Wes and I went to Goodwill and some various fun stores (fun for me; not so much fun for him).  

It was "Take Your Child to Work" day and Chris took him for part of the day.  Then he brought him home to me.    I took him shopping and "browsing" with me, because that is what I do.  And you would have thought someone was killing him.   

I was looking forward to getting the kids to bed, and relaxing with a nice glass of Pinot Grigio and enjoying some Thursday night programming .

I didn't expect that the NFL Draft would be on tonight.

These little sports specials always sneak in at moments that kill my joy.    And this particular NFL draft is  an anathema to me anyway:  how can an association that may not even be FUNCTIONING this fall, have a celebratory and drunken fan draft?

At one point at the beginning, enraged fans began chanting and booing when  the NFL commissioner came onstage.

Now, **I** thought it would have been an entertaining draft to have all of them continue with their heckling and insults, only to have the police called and have them all arrested.  Now THAT would be something worth watching.

The commissioner kept saying "I hear you, I hear you,"  like a dumbass. Of course he could hear them.  The three hundred pound Packer fan with a hunk of cheese on his head in the front row is a tad hard to NOT hear.

It was shortly after this that I poured myself the rest of the Pinot and resigned myself to my room.

(Actually, I squeezed what was left out of the bladder.  We is BOXED wine folk round heah, y'all.)  

I'm going to find an scary movie on my Netflix instant queue and watch it, because I can.  

I hate football.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Monkeys Are From Hell

I came across this video on Stumble Upon.

So Many Monkeys

I know people are all, like, "ohhhh, monkeys are so cuuuuute," but this is so very, very disturbing.

I think about what I would have done in a situation like this.   I would definitely not have been sporting a smile.

Perhaps this dude was crying inside;  I would have been.

Firstly, to have that many live beings jump on me would have been the  tactile equivalent of an unequivocally caustic panic attack.  I mean, I don't even like Chris touching me that much, let alone crawling all over me.

That many monkeys jumping at me at one time would have put me in the funny farm with an I.V. drip of Xanax for at LEAST a month.

Secondly, who knows where those monkey feet have been?  Or mouths.  Or fingers.  They stick those things in unseemly places.

My dad's M.A.S.H. unit in Vietnam had its own monkey as a "pet."  It used to routinely drink beer and hop on the shoulders of people in the camp to pick for lice.

I don't have to say any more to get the point across that this video freaked me the hell out.

So Many Monkeys

Unintentionally Timely

Why, when I posted about the Tudors a few weeks ago and the easy-on-the-eyes cast, including the British actor Henry Cavill, I didn't realize how timely my post was.

Although I was, again, completely in the dark about his new role as "Superman" in the new flick coming out in 2012 until about two seconds ago, I'm UBER giddy.

Because, please admit it,  he just LOOKS like Superman.  And I can't WAIT to see him in a suit and dork glasses as Clark Kent.

As my friend Heather would say: "Meow."

Monday, April 4, 2011

What We're Watching....

This is what we're watching, only about three years behind.  

And I just love this picture.  For some reason.  

Jonathan Rhys Meyers is yummy....normally.

But he is totally a grease-ball this season.  And he has a gaping wound that festers maggots.  Yet he scored a Heidi Klum Look-alike.   I thought for SURE she was Heidi Klum.

But.... I IMDB'd her, and Her name is Charlotte Salt.

This is a really great show, though.... I recommend that you start at season 1 on Netflix or Blockbuster.    I learned a little bit about history, mixed in with a lot of rated "R" scenes.     In my opinion~ the best way to learn about history.  

I'm sure they weren't all this pretty....