Oops. . .

When I make a mistake. . . I'll admit it. . . but it's really only my fault partially. . .

So. . . it's true the movie "Peacock" is filming in Iowa. . . however that was not the movie being filmed by my office or in my parking lot. That movie is "South Dakota." I apologize. I was trying to stalk two movie stars that weren't actually there. I now have egg on my face.

Things I ate today that I forgot were delicious: Dilly Bars. Go have one!!!

Get OUT!!!

http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=309984&GT1=7703

I think this could possibly be one of the happiest moments in my life. And yes, I will go and see this movie when it comes out. I don't care that I am 28 years old. I will go and see it.

Teen Witch was my movie. All my girlfriends growing up labeled this and Pet Cemetery as my sleepover movies.

Anytime Teen Witch is on TV I stop and watch it. My friend Kaci has tried (and failed) to find it on VHS and DVD. Why?!? I don't know. It's just a classic.

Okay a classically bad movie, but in fourth grade. . . you wanted to be her. And who doesn't want magical powers?!? I still want them. I admit it. The movie hit every single stereotype as well. The minute you become popular you're automatically a cheerleader, the most popular guy (who also happens to be the captain of the football team) automatically wants to date you*, and just because you're popular everyone copies your looks and wants to be you.

I cannot wait. At all.

*To quote the movie which is really sad that I can after all this time:
Brad: Louise, it's only natural that the most popular guy dates the most popular girl.

Can I also sing for a minute: It's gonna be my finest hour. . . I'm gonna take my chance tooooniiight. . . Don't stop me now 'cause I got the poooower. . . Come be with me in my finest hour tonight. . .

So you want to be in the movies??

They are filming a movie "Peacock" here. It stars Ellen Page and Cillian Murphy*

I want to be an extra. I have always wanted to be in the movies and my mother always said I was a good drama queen. . .



*I'm not sure of his last name. . . he's the Scarecrow in Batman Begins and the creepy guy in Red Eye with Rachel McAdams.

So. . . You're at work???

Yep. . . . and guess what?? I decided to not do work at this current moment and write something.

I'm training a guy from Miami this week and to be honest I should be getting work done while he isn't training with me. Oh well!! Wouldn't be the first time I've avoided work and probably won't be the last. :)

Things that aren't a good idea:

Me supposedly starting softball tomorrow night. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here or not but I sprained my ankle. BAD. Oh I've mentioned it?!? That's right. . . I seem to remember a little something. . . I'm also supposed to have a game on Sunday. Do you think my team will understand if I don't bat? Or run? Stairs are still painful and walking is still somewhat difficult. I'm screwed but not in the good way.

I do have some stories from this last weekend. . . I'll try and get them typed up just so you can wait with anticipation on the following topics: Josie and Lisa's Bachelorette Party.

Now BACK TO WORK!!!!

-A

Reasons I could very easily shoot myself today. . .

I listen to the more indie radio station during work. And by "indie" I mean it plays new stuff as well as old stuff and usually doesn't play mainstream pop which I enjoy. I first heard Sarah Barellies' "Love Song" and Colbie Caillet's "Bubbly" like 3 months before it hit actual air waves. And because of them, I got to see A Fine Frenzy for free. (She rocks by the way.)

However, the pop station is having a contest to win prizes out of their prize vault. So, since I'm a member of the club, they randomly call people's names at 9am, 2pm, and 5pm and the person has 10 minutes to call in and win. I want to win. I love winning prizes. So. . . I am making myself listen to pop songs over and over and over because I want to win.

I have now though after 4 days of this feel like I can't listen to Madonna's new song anymore. I hate it. And I'm a JT and Timbaland fan. I can't listen to Nickelback because quite frankly, they suck. All their songs sound the same. They do play some good 80s during the lunch hour, but it's not enough to help them the rest of the day.

I will admit that I do listen to the morning show on this station every morning while getting ready because I love the morning show. I just don't know if I can go a month listening to it the rest of the time! I MIGHT GO INSANE!!!!

Thank you.

This public service announcement has been brought to you by yours truly.

Universal Question:

Why is it when you're in a sad mood, they seem to only play sad love songs on the radio??

I would like to say I finished the two-parter. But I did not. And now I am not sure if I will. I mean I should because it's really not nice to only give HALF the story.

This is Paul Harvey and now for half the story.

You deserve the rest of the story.

***UPDATE: I published it. It's published. Go back to March. . .it's there.

Is it April??

I'm not really sure at this moment in time. I just looked out the window and it's snowing.

Perhaps I'm wrong, but I thought Global Warming caused warmer temperatures and ice caps melting???

Reasons why it's great to be me. . .

My friend is a wine rep. Last night I met him out for drinks.

I came home with 12 bottles of wine. As he was filling up my box with wine he even kept saying "Well this is a $30 bottle of wine. This is $25." I told him next time I'd bring him rice krispie treats.

He bought me drinks at the bar AND didn't let me leave empty handed. :)

That's why it's great to be me.

However, now I need another wine rack. . .Oh and for some reason I'm really tired today. . .

Stepping up on the box. . .

http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/7978376?MSNHPHMA

This article is in regards to someone who used to my favorite recruited college quarterback, even if he did play for USC. Then he dated Paris Hilton and I no longer liked him.
(If I had previously liked Good Charlotte or Benji Madden, then I would no longer like them either because of Paris Hilton. Have I mentioned I loathe Paris Hilton??)

However, why I bring this up is that while I appreciate the NFL becoming concerned about this because NFL football players are role models, need I also remind the NFL that he is indeed in his 20s? And what person in their 20s hasn't done a beer bong? It's not like he was actually doing it. He was just holding it. And the other picture just looks like a group picture and it's not like the girls are naked in it. I don't see what's wrong with hot tub pictures. It could have been a guy taking the pic, you know?!?

In a way, I actually feel sorry for him. It's not his fault that he's young and is going to do what most guys his age would. He does need to learn that with fame, comes higher expectations, and the need to become more cautious. I don't think these girls were long time friends. Heck, they were probably so excited, they probably posted them right away on a facebook or myspace page and that's how they became public.

I guess all I'm saying that if I had the opportunity to be in a hot tub with Matt Leinhart, I would. And I would take pictures. I would just make sure if there was a way they could damage him, I would only put the 8X10s in my living room and bedroom. I wouldn't post them anywhere. So, Matt if you're reading, you are more than welcome to come into my hot tub anytime.

And you think YOU have problems???

I sometimes wonder if there is a clumsy gene. If there is, I have it and will more than likely pass it on to my children and my children's children.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty athletic. (I mean, well, for being as clumsy as I am! I'm kidding!) I do have great coordination if you exclude recent events. I can walk and chew gum at the same time. Pat my head and rub my stomach. Dance while I'm driving. Talk on my phone and walk around my house and do chores. Whistle while I work. The list is endless people. ENDLESS.

However, clumsy or klutzy moments, or dare I say, complete moments of stupidity strike me all the time. (Recent examples with say Dean perhaps. . .) After this happened, I had to call H right away at work and tell her about it.

Let me set the scene: I'm walking out of the building where I was meeting with our client. In order to leave the building you must walk through a set of double doors and then two automatic folding doors.

Pretty simple right??

So, this nice gentleman is holding the one door of the double doors for me and well since I'm obviously not walking as fast a normal person should, he is standing there for quite sometime. So then he decides to hit the handicap button instead so the door will stay open for me. When I get to the door, I turn and say "Thank you!" To which he nods his head and says "you're welcome" and as he says this I run into the other door that's not open with my shoulder. HARD. I might not walk fast people but I walk with force.

I think he had to be laughing ALL the way up the stairs to his office. He had to of. The force of the hit almost knocked me off balance.

And then I can only do what I do best. I laugh at myself. Because seriously, if you were me, you really have to. My life is a running joke. And sometimes. . . it's sprinting!

--A