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After cleaning our fridge today, I've decided it's time to replace this old 2004 souvenir calendar. I've left it up since that vacation because I like how it looks in the kitchen. I like the tropical 70's kitch vibe it has going on. I'll get an equally kitchy 2007 calendar during our vacation next month.
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It's Black Friday. Our local news radio station gave mall parking lot reports, rather than traffic reports this morning: "Highland Mall parking lot 35% full, Barton Creek Mall parking lot 65% full..."I'm so glad I'm not hype about going out into that craziness. I flipped through the sale circulars and didn't see much that was worth getting up at 4 AM to stand in line for. One of my coworkers told me it's more about being part of all the excitement.
It's Detox Friday. My body's like, what? Mashed potatoes and sweet potato pie and macaroni pie--and macaroni pie--and macaroni pie were good as hell, but had nothing to do with my weight loss plan. I got a call from my weight loss counselor this morning. She didn't directly ask me how I did yesterday, and I didn't directly mention my 3 servings of baked macaroni & cheese.
It's Reflection Friday. I'm thankful for family. We spent the holiday with a beautiful family in San Antonio. The family my husband grew up with in St. Vincent just moved there. Small world. They're extended family (who mostly live in Houston now) was there and it felt good to be surrounded by a large, loving family. It was weird/nice to hear Billy call somebody other than my Aunt Margie, 'Aunt Margie'. There were kids ranging in age from teethers to tweeners and grandparents and aunts and uncles. It's what I'm use to--you know--but since moving away from home, such moments are rare. I know this is a family that my children will grow up around too. Even though they're not here yet, knowing that they'll grow up with play-cousins (y'all know what I'm talkin' about) nearby is a good feeling.
It's Football Friday. Texas just lost to A&M. I think this is an annual game these rival school's play every Thanksgiving Friday. I still can't get over how much of a big deal Football is in Texas.
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Beyonce tore it up on Oprah this week. In my opinion, her best performance ever.
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Tip your glass. Drip a sip for the Native Americans who didn't make it.
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First of all, the poster for this movie is disturbing and difficult to look at for too long, but impossible to not want to look at again just to make sure you really saw what you thought you did. Very much like the memoirs that inspired the film. The book was difficult to read because this person's childhood was so strange and painful. I cried while reading parts of the book and I cried while watching parts of the film which, unlike the movie poster, was very easy to watch and definitely possible to look at again.
I mentioned before that Running With Scissors could easily turn out to be a "dark, depressing drama or dark, disturbing comedy". After having watched the film, I think both are pretty accurate descriptions. What I can't figure out is why this film got so many bad reviews. Every actor did an outstanding job. Each person owned every single frame they were in.
Since there was no mention of Gabrielle Union in the hype for this film (much like Nia Long and Omar Epps were left out of the hype for Alfie even though they were SO THE MAJOR PLOT IN THE MOVIE!), I'd like to say, she delivered...as in, the mean/crazy she brought to Deliver Us From Eva, was alive and well in Scissors. Gabby fans would be pleased. And I digress.
For me, it was like, I didn't even want to blink because I didn't want to miss anything. I laughed out loud at times and cried at times. The wardrobe and sets and photography were beautiful. The soundtrack was like another character. The fact that these events actually happened to one person in real life will always be a little hard to believe. If it weren't for the memoirs, I think the movie would be so far fetched that it couldn't even be taken seriously. Maybe that's why there were so many bad reviews? I don't get it.
Actually knowing that Augustine turned out OK is what makes Running With Scissors in any format, shocking and amazingly entertaining. Otherwise, his story would leave you a little hopeful for him, but mostly just sad.
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I like Da Ali G show. I like the Borat character. I get why the movie did so well last weekend. He's a great character. Borat in a 4-5 minute skit on Da Ali G show? Great. Borat for an hour and twenty-five minutes? Total waste of an hour and twenty-five minutes. Too much Borat.
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I've gone down 4 sizes in about 3 months...with the help of a weight loss counselor and LOTS of fresh fruits and vegetables. I've chosen to consume all my carbs mostly at breakfast too, which I think has made a big difference...especially since I use to eat them at 10 PM most nights.
Anyway, I'm officially out of plus-sizes and back into misses. I went shopping for pants ast night in a non-plus size store, didn't buy the largest size in the store, didn't buy pants with lycra, didn't flinch at the $54 price tag. Stylish plus-size clothes for tall women like myself cost an arm and a leg, so $54...I could do that.
We're going to St. Lucia for my sister-in-law's wedding in a few weeks. We were in St. Vincent a couple of months ago and I had lost some weight before that trip. Still, when we got back and I saw the pictures, I had. to. get. professional. help. So far, so good.
I'll post the St. Lucia pics and my official "before and after" pics in about 8 weeks.
**Warning: TMI will start now. If you don't want to know, stop reading now.** Also, my conception prospects have improved from losing just 10% of my body weight.For the past two months I've had two periods like clockwork. For my uterus to start working again? To have proof that my life-giving parts actually have a greater chance at giving life? Pret.ty awesome.**Warning: TMI over.**
The TMI bit will obviously be counterproductive for my weight loss endeavors. To baby fat, I say, "Bring it." The thought/reality of having a baby both terrifies and excites me for many reasons, but that's another post for another day.
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Why I be 'bout to break my neck singin' Beyonce's new single "Irreplaceable"?
Im.possible for me to sing along with that song and not point "to the left" and in general (when necessary) for emphasis and roll my neck (y'all know how we do) as if I'm telling some freeload'n cheater to get up out the crib I paid for and relinquish the keys to my Jag.
Beyonce be talkin' MUCH mess in that song:
"To the left, to the left
everything you own in the box to the left..."
"and keep talkin' that mess, that's fine
but could you walk and talk at the same time?
and it's my name that's on that Jag
so remove you're bags, let me call you a cab..."
"you got me twisted
you must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me
i could have another you in a minute
matter fact, he'll be here in a minute--baby"
I'm not the type to put any man out like that (I'm more likely to just go away quietly if I'm hurt like that), but if I was the type, I bet it would feel so good to put him out like, "You must not know 'bout me..."
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The House Girl: A Novel
Reading an advance copy from the publisher. So look forward to writing my first review in ages. Read synopsis and buy it HERE.
Zen & the Art of Making a Living
I considered blogging my way through this book, but decided that would be too personal. Read synopsis and buy it HERE
