Interesting things I have seen over the past month while driving my car in the ATX (that's what all the cool kids call Austin):
1. An 80 year old Chinese man doing high kicks while simultaneously walking.
2. A middle aged man running down the highway carrying a lit torch a la the Olympics.
3. A man riding his bike dressed as Jesus while his bits hung out.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I'm so lame
The only good thing I have noticed about Jeremy moving 1500 miles away is that I can watch whatever I please on TV. Take Saturday for instance-- I was excited to find the women's Olympic trials were on NBC. This for me can make any weekend night at home worth not being out, but add Bela Karolyi as a sports analyst to the equation and forget about it! His thick Romano-English (yes I made that up) left co-analyst Bob Costas and the entire viewing community wondering what the hell he was saying. It was quite amusing to watch Costas squirm, thinking of how he was going to respond to such jibber-jabber. Bob's response? "Hmmm. That's an interesting perspective." If only there were live subtitles. That made me giggle.
After my amusement of gymnastics had waned, I started flipping the channels and lucky for me, I found a show about my all-time favorite psychopath, Laura Hall. For those of you not familiar with Ms. Hall, she is the girl who helped Colton Pitonyack dispose of a UT college girl's body and flee to Mexico. When expedited back to the US and asked why she helped a man suspected of murder, she replied, "that's how I roll." It seems the only people who don't believe she looks guilty are Laura Hall and her lawyer, who allowed this interview. It was less an interview than the ramblings of a crazy girl. Her story has changed no less than five times and she had to tap dance around her alibi all the while exhaling like a lunatic.
***Note: I understand it is sad that a girl was murdered, but what amuses me about the situation are the circumstances around the cover-up. Colton and Laura are getting exactly what they deserve and that is why I am amused.
Anyways, I am glad that Jeremy is coming back home for good...I can expect to watch the Astros and shows about WWII and rid myself of trash TV forever!
After my amusement of gymnastics had waned, I started flipping the channels and lucky for me, I found a show about my all-time favorite psychopath, Laura Hall. For those of you not familiar with Ms. Hall, she is the girl who helped Colton Pitonyack dispose of a UT college girl's body and flee to Mexico. When expedited back to the US and asked why she helped a man suspected of murder, she replied, "that's how I roll." It seems the only people who don't believe she looks guilty are Laura Hall and her lawyer, who allowed this interview. It was less an interview than the ramblings of a crazy girl. Her story has changed no less than five times and she had to tap dance around her alibi all the while exhaling like a lunatic.
***Note: I understand it is sad that a girl was murdered, but what amuses me about the situation are the circumstances around the cover-up. Colton and Laura are getting exactly what they deserve and that is why I am amused.
Anyways, I am glad that Jeremy is coming back home for good...I can expect to watch the Astros and shows about WWII and rid myself of trash TV forever!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
"oh my gato!"
It's a sad state of affairs when your parents post 4 blog entries to your one. Trust me on this one.
Speaking of gatos...my cat is the fattest you could imagine. I think she is twenty pounds now. This is a very boring and stupid thing to blog about, so I will not anymore. I do have to mention that I felt obligated to bring up my cat after the title so I did. Get over it!
Speaking of gatos...my cat is the fattest you could imagine. I think she is twenty pounds now. This is a very boring and stupid thing to blog about, so I will not anymore. I do have to mention that I felt obligated to bring up my cat after the title so I did. Get over it!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's been too long
Much to the dismay of my family, I do not blog very often. I blame it on the heat in my computer room. It is so hot in here that I am using it to justify getting a laptop. I feel if I can type while sitting in relative coolness I will blog much more often. I do need to keep the three people that read my blog happy.
So here is my blog-worthy story:
A couple of weeks ago I found a red-eared turtle in my driveway. We live next to a creek and he had apparently gotten lost. I don't know, maybe his parents made him mad so he ran away from home. I took a minute and said "hello" and went on my merry way. Later that day I told Jeremy about my encounter and he made me feel like by not putting him back in the creek, I was sending him to his impending fate--death by car. I thought if I had the chance to do it again I would surely save the rare turtle.
Lo and behold, the next day there he was in my driveway again! I knew my fate was to save him and the only thing standing in my way was my fear of picking him up. I decided to grow a pair and just do it. I crouched down and moved my hand to pick him up but he sensed me and started running...pretty fast for a turtle. I guess he felt playful because we played a game of cat and mouse (or rather chicken and turtle) for a good five minutes. Every time I had my hand in place to pick him up, he would run away. It was all amusing until he turned the tables and started chasing me. It was at that point I decided I am a city girl and have no business around wild organisms. If this turtle didn't want my help, I didn't want to ruin my manicure to try. If this story seems pathetic to you, it will seem so much more when you see the turtle I was against:
It's true that he was no bigger than a half dollar in diameter. I am a wimp!
So here is my blog-worthy story:
A couple of weeks ago I found a red-eared turtle in my driveway. We live next to a creek and he had apparently gotten lost. I don't know, maybe his parents made him mad so he ran away from home. I took a minute and said "hello" and went on my merry way. Later that day I told Jeremy about my encounter and he made me feel like by not putting him back in the creek, I was sending him to his impending fate--death by car. I thought if I had the chance to do it again I would surely save the rare turtle.
Lo and behold, the next day there he was in my driveway again! I knew my fate was to save him and the only thing standing in my way was my fear of picking him up. I decided to grow a pair and just do it. I crouched down and moved my hand to pick him up but he sensed me and started running...pretty fast for a turtle. I guess he felt playful because we played a game of cat and mouse (or rather chicken and turtle) for a good five minutes. Every time I had my hand in place to pick him up, he would run away. It was all amusing until he turned the tables and started chasing me. It was at that point I decided I am a city girl and have no business around wild organisms. If this turtle didn't want my help, I didn't want to ruin my manicure to try. If this story seems pathetic to you, it will seem so much more when you see the turtle I was against:
It's true that he was no bigger than a half dollar in diameter. I am a wimp!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
DC stories
Alrighty.... As we all know, Jerome is not big on blogging. I love to read them, mind you, its just that I'm not one to babble on about the mindless happenings of my boring days (unless Ive had a few, and that doesn't count). However, I promised my beloved Jillbert I would blog now and then, since she took the effort to create this lovely site. So here goes...
Since Im in DC, I try to take advantage of the unique opportunities living in this city provides. A few months ago, I saw the Pope and the Prez. You are all blessed (your welcome). I just recently visited Gettysburg, and yesterday I decided to go to book signing at Politics and Prose (famous DC bookstore) for everyone's favorite snitch Scott McClellan. Now, keep in mind Im not a huge fan of his or anything, but I am curious to read his book so I figured why not. Unfortunately, like every book signing, there was a question and answer session before we got to meet him. Cue the crazy woman with an attitude and towel-looking thing wrapped around her head.
Said crazy woman proceeded on a long-winded, unintelligible diatribe basically describing how Bush is the devil, and how she is an expert b/c she served as a clinician (whatever the term implies) for the Army. This starts the predictable minor applause simply by its anti-Bush flavor, to which McClellan replies "Im sorry...is there a question?" Reply - "Yes...how do you feel about that?" "Im not even sure what it is that I'm supposed to respond to, so Im not going to respond." The next question, from a self-professed conspiracy theorist who looked all of 12 years old, asked McClellan if he thought the Bush administration would pull some shenanigans in the upcoming election in order to elect McCain, who would be sort of the puppet of the Bush family. "Uhhh...No. Next question." Last question was also brilliant - "Do you feel guilty for forming the policies that helped to ruin our nation?" Thus endeth the questioning.
Again, its not that I like McClellan or Bush, but this man is here to talk about his book and all people can think to do is treat him like he is still working in the administration. Further, I don't think they realize what his job was - he didn't create any policy, he was just a glorified mouthpiece. So I would like to thank the brain trust that represented the great city of DC last night for their wonderfully not-so-well-thought-out questions. I feel enlightened. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to change the bandages on my head so I can pound it against the wall some more.
Since Im in DC, I try to take advantage of the unique opportunities living in this city provides. A few months ago, I saw the Pope and the Prez. You are all blessed (your welcome). I just recently visited Gettysburg, and yesterday I decided to go to book signing at Politics and Prose (famous DC bookstore) for everyone's favorite snitch Scott McClellan. Now, keep in mind Im not a huge fan of his or anything, but I am curious to read his book so I figured why not. Unfortunately, like every book signing, there was a question and answer session before we got to meet him. Cue the crazy woman with an attitude and towel-looking thing wrapped around her head.
Said crazy woman proceeded on a long-winded, unintelligible diatribe basically describing how Bush is the devil, and how she is an expert b/c she served as a clinician (whatever the term implies) for the Army. This starts the predictable minor applause simply by its anti-Bush flavor, to which McClellan replies "Im sorry...is there a question?" Reply - "Yes...how do you feel about that?" "Im not even sure what it is that I'm supposed to respond to, so Im not going to respond." The next question, from a self-professed conspiracy theorist who looked all of 12 years old, asked McClellan if he thought the Bush administration would pull some shenanigans in the upcoming election in order to elect McCain, who would be sort of the puppet of the Bush family. "Uhhh...No. Next question." Last question was also brilliant - "Do you feel guilty for forming the policies that helped to ruin our nation?" Thus endeth the questioning.
Again, its not that I like McClellan or Bush, but this man is here to talk about his book and all people can think to do is treat him like he is still working in the administration. Further, I don't think they realize what his job was - he didn't create any policy, he was just a glorified mouthpiece. So I would like to thank the brain trust that represented the great city of DC last night for their wonderfully not-so-well-thought-out questions. I feel enlightened. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to change the bandages on my head so I can pound it against the wall some more.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Joolie named her cat
She asked me not to announce the name on her blog, but please check hers for the grand announcement. PS have a nice day.
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