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I don't watch the show. I was checking to see if Being Bobby Brown reruns were on. Anyway, they were teaching this guy to cook with the Naked Chef guy and he had the coolest tip. It sounded impossible to me so I tried it and it totally works. For all you cooks out there...
After cutting onions and/or garlic, to get rid of the smell, rinse with water and rub your finger tips against the inside of your stainless steel sink.
I use 1 onion a day minimum, and fresh garlic a few times a week, so I'm so glad I was channel surfing that night.
I just found out Heights isn't playing here yet. Bummer. Times like these I wished we lived in a cooler city like NY or LA or even DC. They get all the cool movies first. We didn't have time to see a movie yesterday with all the swimming, so I'm going to settle for Me & You & Everyone We Know this afternoon. I watched this movie called Just A Kiss this morning, which was Just A Waste Of Time. It has a pretty cool cast, so I thought it would be good, but nope. Merisa Tomei's performance was interststing and strange. I'd love to see her in more movies. I think she's great. She has good hair too. If Billy's up to it tonight, we'll go see Crash or Hustle & Flow. But something tells me we'll be home making up yesterday's neglect to the dogs. I think a nice long hike is in order.
We went with 3 other couples.
It was an all day outing.
One couple rented a huge monstrosity SUV and we all hit the road to New Braunfels.
We had breakfast at IHOP.
I had cheese blintzes. I love those things.
I only go to IHOP once a year and always have them...with coffee.
Only yesterday I had them with tea.
There was flesh. Lots of flesh.
And lines and waiting. Lots of lines and waiting.
And so many little girls in pink.
I think pink in the perfect color for little girls.
They should wear pink all the time.
The rides were exciting and fun--totally worth the hour(s) of waiting in the lines.
All the guys did boogie board shows for us.
They all did surprisingly well--nobody wiped out, it was awesome.
I was much more adventurous this time, but I did every ride in a double float with Billy.
The wave canal was fun.
We had lunch/dinner at Mamacita's Restaurant & Cantina.
The restaurant was beautiful, but the food wasn't special.
The chips were warm, but not fresh. And I've had way better sour cream chicken enchiladas.
...a huge chunk out of my evenings, man! I tried to decrease the amount of time I spend in front of the television in the evenings, but this past week reality shows got me all hemmed up.
On Wednesdays it's So You Think You Can Dance on Fox followed by Venus and Serena For Real on ABC Family. The drive back to the burbs after work gets me home just in time to change clothes, spend some time with the dogs and maybe get dinner together. Once the shows start, that's it.
On Thursdays it's all about Being Bobby Brown on Bravo and as much as I hate to admit this...Laguna Beach on MTV. Being Bobby Brown is such a great train wreck. You really can't look away. And I'm so glad that they replay the old ones leading up to the new one, 'cause I can never hear Whitney say, "Aw hell naw!" too many times. It's really obvious that those two love each other. Whitney always looks really tired too, like she just woke up. Bobby too come to think of it. Hmmm.
And Laguna Beach--I must say is really good. It's hard to believe these kids' lives aren't scripted. It's like 90210 or The O.C., but for real. The guys and girls are all "beautiful" everybody's rich.
On last night's show this one girl goes into Christian Dior and is like, "Oh my God! Doesn't Jessica Simpson have these shoes! How cute would these be with like, a denim mini skirt? I'm getting these. They're so worth the $650 I paid for them.
There's a love triangle. The parents are noticeably absent. I'm sure there are parents, but you never see them, and the kids never mention them, and you never hear them ask for permission to have a party, or go to a party, or sleep over someone's house, or to let someone (of the opposite sex) sleep over their house. There's the hot guy, the player, the bitch, the sweet-nice girl, the not-as-pretty-and-fatter-than-the-other-girls girl, the not-as-rich-as-the-other-guys-guy. It's edited really well, so hard to believe it's not scripted.
I tried to watch Surreal Life on VH1 to see Omarosa carrying on, but I'm not into it. I'm not interested in the T-Boz and Chili show, and MTV's Real World Austin is stupid. Lucky for me.
Only a few more weeks until America's Next Top Model is back on and the saga continues.
My Garden State CD has basically become white noise in my car at this point,so I don't sing along much. Mostly, I just entertain my thoughts. That CD is great white noise/contemplation background music.
On the way to work this morning I saw two people, who I would never have given a second thought to had it not been for
over-exposure to the news. Not that it's bad, I'm just making an observation...
The first was a man riding a bicycle. Living in Austin, I've seen this countless times before, but this year I followed the Tour de France for the first time and am very intrigued/impressed by Lance Armstrong and by the sport...which I never considered a sport until I watched the stages and realized how hard these guys work. So anyway, this guy on his bike was obviously hard core--all suited up and super skinny/muscular. We were at a red light and I just stared at him. I stared mostly 'cause I was trying to figure out if it was Lance Armstrong, but of course it couldn't have been him. Sorry, but all those super skinny, white biker guys with sunken-in jaws look
very similar alike to me. If it was Lance, why was he riding alone? Does Lance always ride with somebody in a van or with biker body guards? I wondered why this guy was all dressed up and riding a bike in the middle of rush hour. I wondered if he got paid to ride, and if not, why wasn't he at work. Was he on his way to work? Did he start riding after Lance Armstrong made riding "cool"? Is riding cool? Did he get a lot of leg cramps? All those skinny stringy calf muscles looked crampy. If he's not a professional rider, what's the appeal? He's so skinny. What would he look like in regular clothes? Why can't he feel me staring at him? I always feel eyes on me.Then the light turned green.
Then I saw a lady walking near a bus stop. She was dressed from head to toe (literally) in black...a black burqa. She was walking alone, in Austin, TX, in a burqa...with a backpack. I wondered if I was the only person who, just for a split second, wondered if there was a bomb in there. Then I thought about how screwed up it was that I thought that...too much news. I wondered what her bus ride was like and what thoughts went through the minds of the driver and other passengers when she got on. Did people pray and ask God for forgiveness, or call somebody to say I love you. I wondered if she went into stores and stuff, and what her conversation, if any, was like with the clerks. I wondered if she felt strange/weird/out of place. I wondered if she was really beautiful or really ugly or just normal looking under there. I thought about the Larry David episode where Larry tried to fix up a lady in a burqa with a blind man and Larry got a glimpse of her face and realized she was ugly...that was a funny episode. I wondered if she was hot. Where she lived, and what kind of man she lived with...there must be a man. Was she a student? Why was she in Austin? Was this some UT student doing an experiment to see how people would react/interact with them? She must be burning up in there.
1. Piercings. Ear piercings...or -ing. I can't decide if I want 1 or 2.
2. Naps. The only thing I can do with this long, straight hair of mine is wear it in ponytails. My hair is much more interesting in its natural state.
3. New glasses. Cool glasses.
I know it's taboo to talk about your job on blogs, but I must say that I'm pretty fond of my place of work...and the people too of course.
We're having a deck built in the backyard area. So not only do I get to come to a quaint converted ranch house everyday to work, but I'll soon have a deck out back on which to sun and catch up on my reading during breaks. When it cools off a bit here, I'll spend more time out there. There's already a deck off of the loft area upstairs, but it's so close to the tree tops; and I'm paranoid that spiders will come down and get me, so it's pretty hard to nap or get any reading done.
I have to let Okie and Stella meet our office dog Sammy. If they're compatible, dog days at work won't be too far off. Billy walked Okie off her leash the other day...he's so good. I bet if I tried it she would just run away. He's like that dog whisperer guy...compared to me anyway. And I digress.
Her brain is just so important. She's gonna make a big difference during her career. I can feel it.
And I don't think she'll ever publish anything with a title that doesn't look like a sentence...or without the words "race" and "education".
Class, Race, and Power: Interest Group Politics and Education by Adriane Williams
Wasn't even scary! I liked the social comment.
Well it's raining now and the friggin satellite is out...can't wait to switch back to Time Warner cable...so we're watching a DVD, Danny Deckchair.
The dogs are trembling like crazy from the thunderstorm so there is cuddling to do.
Happy Monday eve everyone!
I'm in the living room watching The Village right now. Now, normally I wouldn't watch scary movies, but just like when I watched The Ring (which gave me scary dreams and a permanent fear of turning off the TV at night unless another light is on), it's in the middle of the afternoon and light outside, so it takes a bit of the creepiness away. Plus I heard it wasn't that scary...about as scary as Signs was, so I'm feeling good about this one so far.
The guy just went into the woods and I need something to distract me from the scary music. Billy's sleeping. Okie and Stella are sleeping. So this will have to do.
I spent most of the afternoon reading Trace magazine. Their Black Girls Rule issue is so good. There's an amazing feature on Lauren Hill, and another on Venus Williams. Yaya from ANTM wrote a really good piece on why black girls rule. It was really inspirational. I'm really proud of Yaya. She's starring in a movie opposite Antonio Bandares next year...a dance movie...called Take The Lead. It's based on a true story about a ballet guy. I'm such a Yaya fan. She's going to be a really cool celebrity. I loved her on the ANTM and her Trace article was so good. Hopefully, she'll prove to be a great actress as well.
Ok. The ugly woods things just came out and it didn't totally freak me out, so I'll stop rambling now and brave the rest of the film.
By the way, next weekend I'm going on a movie binge. Billy and I'll finally see Crash and Hustle & Flow. Then I'll do Heights, Me & You & The People We Know solo.
We're going to Schliterban (not sure of that spelling) water park with some friends too, so it'll be pretty busy. Should be fun. I haven't been to a water park since I was like 15. I need to get some of those beach shoes...the mesh ones that don't come off...so I don't have to deal with flip-flops.
...for I have sinned. It has been many days since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sin:
Specifically, Jeans Lust. I struggle with this every year around this time. It's when JCrew starts their Fall previews. I get at least 1 pair of JCrew jeans every year. They have the perfect inseam length (the Gap has 36" which is more even more perfect, but my timing is terrible and they are always sold out of my size) and their denim has the best finishes. .
The object of my sinful desire: Ticket-pocket Trouser Jean
These jeans are lust-able. I have a gazillion pairs of jeans already (ranging from sizes 'perfect fit' to 'never again'), but I can't resist buying jeans. I LOVE trouser jeans, and these are quite possibly the most perfect pair I have seen.
They will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.
Billy and me had some laughs playing for Terri on her recent visit. I played harmonica and tried to play guitar. I was shy in front of her for some reason. We had a blst though. I don't know why, but I feel the need to stomp one foot while I play guitar. It's so silly of me, I know, but it makes it so much fun.
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I know I already said that on Mother's Day, but it's totally true. I feel really lucky to have you for a mom/friend. You really are a special lady.
You're the best. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.
We had a great time at a friend's 40th birthday party this weekend. I had no idea he was that old until we got the invitation. His birthday was actually last month, but they didn't have time to fit the party in then. The theme was Casino Night and they hired a gaming crew to set up tables and guests were playing blackjack and whatever other games you play on casino tables. I was so lost. Billy did ok at the tables, though. Too bad they weren't playing with real money.
I am NOT a card person. I can only play kid games like speed and concentration and solitaire. Needless to say I didn't do any of the casino stuff. These guys were getting a spaids game together and needed a 4th. I was hoping they wouldn't ask me, but they did. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only black person who can't play spaids. I know that sounds like a stereotype, but I'm speaking from experience here. And everytime I have to opt out and tell people why, they are so surprised...everytime. Sorry! I just never learned to play!
I was a good girl too. I resisted the margaritas, as good as they were lookin'. And they had my favorite red wine too and I did not take a sip. I did my share of drinking when Terri was here. I told myself that would be my last time partaking of wines and spirits this year...for many reasons.
They have the cutest dogs too; a toy poodle (boy, black, named Onyx) and a chihuahua (girl named Diva). Billy says they're not real dogs. I must admit, tiny pooches are not as fun to pet and cuddle with as the big monter ones are. Diva and Onyx are sweet babies though. Very spoiled indeed.
I won a door prize too! I never win door prizes! I never win anything! I was so excited. We had to draw these slips of paper from a bag . Billy made fun of how excited I was. As soon as I looked at my paper, it was like I had won the lottery..."June 27, 1965! June 27th! I won! I won!" jumping up and down in my seat waving the slip of paper high above my head. Then this girl was like, "No. That is for a different game, not this one." I was surprised at how little I was embarassed. I was too busy laughing at myself...and at Billy making fun of me. But then later they said 4 slips had his birthday on them. I had one and Billy had another, so I did win. I just celebrated a little early. Even the gag prizes were nice. I got a neat purple (my favorite color) toothbrush and soap travel case set and Billy got a jewelry box from Pier 1...both are mine of course. This one other lady got a Pier 1 pillar candle and holder. Very nice.
Great cast. Depressing movie. Stellar performances. Disturbing, depressing movie.
Does this kind of stuff really happen? Two happy on the surface couples sleeping with each other's spouses. They're not swingers either, just sneaking around at first. Then the secrets get out and nobody's really angry about the sex. Both couples have kids. One of the husbands decides he wants to leave his wife but doesn't want to put his kids through a divorce, so he took them out to the woods to push them off a cliff, then changes his mind, goes home and is like, "I don't want out. I wanna make this work."...not becasue he loves his wife so much, but because he couldn't go through with the murders...? I have to say everything about the movie (cast, acting, setting, wardrobes, photography, soundtrack, editing) is great-- except for the depressing, disturbing story.
My friend, Terri came to visit me recently. We've known each other since we were like 10, so she's more like family in many ways. Anyway, since I've been "out" for a bit I haven't had a chance to fill you in on our visit. I was a little sickish most of the time, but I think I did an ok job of masking it...although I did say, "I'm sick" fairly often. It was an eventful visit...plenty to recap. I hope I don't forget anything.
In between all the going, we had some great laughs reminiscing and just hanging out. Just like the good old days.
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