Shake That Tambourine For All Eternity

You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed,
Now you know how happy I can be.

Many of my happiest childhood memories revolve around the Monkees, their music, and their wonderfully campy tv show, so I was deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Davy Jones earlier today. I'll admit that he wasn't my favorite Monkee ( I was more of a Peter/Mike girl), but I couldn't help but adore him for his musical talent, his adorable British accent, and that impish gleam in his eyes.

Rest in peace, you beautiful Daydream Believer.

Why I Should Never Have Long Fingernails

This happened Friday morning while I was getting dressed for work. As I was pulling off my pajama top, the nail on my right thumb brushed against my chin and somehow took out chunks of skin in two separate spots. Lovely, isn't it? Trying to cover it with makeup just makes it look worse, like I have some kind of scabby skin disease.

Reason #1, 349 Why Music Should Never Be Cut From Education

Seriously?!?!?

Tengo Cuarenta Y Tres Años

Today is my birthday. I'm officially old.

I didn't have to work because of the Abraham Lincoln birthday holiday (happy 203rd, Mr. President!), so my best friend and her husband treated me to a matinee of The Woman In Black. Is it pathetic that the ancient toys in the film scared me more than The Woman herself? It's embarrassing to admit, but toy monkeys playing maracas and cymbals are a thousand times creepier than any ghost. Daniel Radcliffe did an excellent job as the young lawyer Arthur Kipps, but I have to admit there were times when all I could picture was him as Harry Potter. I heard an older woman in our row say to her friend, "I just can't get used to seeing Harry Potter drink alcohol!", so at least I'm not the only one.

Other than the movie, I have no additional plans for the day. It's cold and snowing right now, so perhaps I'll have a little nap. Naps are good.

Optical Obnoxiousness

I pass Stanton Optical every day on my way to/from work and truly believe this commercial is responsible for its' empty parking lot. The ad is especially annoying first thing in the morning. The channel that broadcasts my favorite local morning show plays it at least 4 times in a half hour.

At The Movies: One For The Money

This past Friday evening, I went to see One For The Money with my friends/ co-workers Kelly, Marie, Nancy, and Jen. We're all huge fans of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels, so we were anxiously anticipating the big screen adaptation of the first book in the series.

Some random observations:

1. When this movie was first cast, I had a hard time picturing the blonde, elegant Katherine Heigl as the accident prone, half-Italian/half-Hungarian Stephanie Plum, but the New Jersey accent and the brown hair dye helped make her transformation into the novice bounty hunter more believable.
2. Sherri Shepard was okay as the larger than life ex-ho Lula, but I still think comedienne Loni Love would have been a better choice.
   
3. Why was an Irish actor cast as Italian cop Joe Morelli? Don't get me wrong, Jason O'Mara is a nice enough looking man, but he looks about as Italian as I do.
4. Ranger is supposed to be the strong, silent type, so why does he have so much dialogue?
   

Our mutual casting complaints aside, my friends and I enjoyed the movie, which pretty much followed the book. We hope Two For The Dough is in the works!

Puppy Bowl VIII

Don't forget- the canine cuteness begins at 2 P.M. CST today!

All of the puppies are too precious for words (check out the line up here), but I have a soft spot in my heart for York, the eleven week old Bassett Hound mix, and Delilah, the thirteen week old terrier.

Just look at those faces! I am dying from the adorableness.

Shaken, Not Stirred

You Are a Purple Martini

You are thought to be a perfectionist. You have a pretty clear vision of how you want things to go. You can be a wallflower at times. You find it peaceful to sit back and observe. You value solitude. Some of your best ideas and creations come out of alone time. You do not like crowds. You find them to be both overwhelming and draining.

What Color Martini Are You?

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