Some of you may have seen some or all of these, but they're so fun that I HAD to post them!!! :) Enjoy
If Thomas Jefferson, et al. were rock stars:
Think Verizon's Team Edward... What does it mean that I'm continually attracted to "vampires"??
This is just funny:
...and who doesn't love Betty White??
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Best Thing about Valentine's Day???
50% off chocolate the week after! Okay...maybe that's not the best thing, but it ranks up in the top three, thankyouverymuch!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Is it wrong...
...that I've come to love this song??? Admittedly, when I first heard it, I wasn't impressed, and seriously, my appreciation for the song has nothing to do with who sings it (although I do appreciate me some R-Patz). I love the guitar intro and the lyrics are so tortured and heart-felt.
And sorry for the cheesy Twilight movie poster picture. It was either this or pictures of R-Patz,which wouldn't have been bad if they hadn't been drawn all over with PhotoShop'd hearts. Oy!
And sorry for the cheesy Twilight movie poster picture. It was either this or pictures of R-Patz,which wouldn't have been bad if they hadn't been drawn all over with PhotoShop'd hearts. Oy!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Broken Bells: The High Road & Vaporize
Ahhh!!!! New music! (Yes, I am a bit of an indie music freak. Yes, my new indulgence is SPIN Magazine. Yes, I live by iTunes. No, I'm not ashamed to admit any of this.)
Okay, now that that's been established, check out the below single from Broken Bells: The High Road. The album is due out March 9 (according to iTunes).
Loving the previews available for this album, too, by the way!
Another sampling:
Have I mentioned how much I <3 YouTube??
Okay, now that that's been established, check out the below single from Broken Bells: The High Road. The album is due out March 9 (according to iTunes).
Loving the previews available for this album, too, by the way!
Another sampling:
Have I mentioned how much I <3 YouTube??
Monday, February 8, 2010
Remember When...
...it was Valentine's Day time and you had to write out all of those awful Valentines to your classmates?
Remember when you wanted to make sure your best girlfriends got the best ones: the ones with your favorite Disney princess, favorite white kitty cat, favorite superhero? Remember when you tortured yourself over which one to write to the cute boy in class: either the card that--even as a ten-year-old you knew had sexual overtones--you really wanted to send him, or do you send THE CUTEST BOY EVER the uber-generic "Happy Valentine's Day" one, so that he didn't really know you liked him (not that it mattered either way, because, seriously...he's a boy & would never "get it" anyway)? Remember when you HAD to give one to Billy, even though he had buck-teeth and science experiment blemishes and you prayed that he wouldn't get the wrong idea by the most simple obligatory two cent V-day Valentine? You even contemplated not signing it, but your mom was sitting right there and [kindly] reminded you to sign your name.
These are the memories dredged up in the aisle of the local Target, whilst I shopped for my daughter's valentines for her party on Thursday at preschool. They all came rushing back to me today while I remembered back to my own angst over this seemingly harmless little holiday thrust upon prepubescent kids by sadistic elementary teachers...or at least that's how it felt at the time. A day of great anxiety, pretty much wasted on something so insignificant that everything was forgotten by the following morning, when you realize that you nearly pushed yourself to the point of a heart attack for nothing...except for the tiniest bit of anticipation that pounded in your chest when you opened the valentine from the "cute boy." That may have been worth it...
Remember when you wanted to make sure your best girlfriends got the best ones: the ones with your favorite Disney princess, favorite white kitty cat, favorite superhero? Remember when you tortured yourself over which one to write to the cute boy in class: either the card that--even as a ten-year-old you knew had sexual overtones--you really wanted to send him, or do you send THE CUTEST BOY EVER the uber-generic "Happy Valentine's Day" one, so that he didn't really know you liked him (not that it mattered either way, because, seriously...he's a boy & would never "get it" anyway)? Remember when you HAD to give one to Billy, even though he had buck-teeth and science experiment blemishes and you prayed that he wouldn't get the wrong idea by the most simple obligatory two cent V-day Valentine? You even contemplated not signing it, but your mom was sitting right there and [kindly] reminded you to sign your name.
These are the memories dredged up in the aisle of the local Target, whilst I shopped for my daughter's valentines for her party on Thursday at preschool. They all came rushing back to me today while I remembered back to my own angst over this seemingly harmless little holiday thrust upon prepubescent kids by sadistic elementary teachers...or at least that's how it felt at the time. A day of great anxiety, pretty much wasted on something so insignificant that everything was forgotten by the following morning, when you realize that you nearly pushed yourself to the point of a heart attack for nothing...except for the tiniest bit of anticipation that pounded in your chest when you opened the valentine from the "cute boy." That may have been worth it...
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Media Monday...on Tuesday
Yeah, so this is a little late, but I couldn't wait a week to tell everyone about this. I'd like to say thanks to my dear friend (you know who you are) for introducing me to Cake Wrecks.
You'll love it...and possibly pee your pants/gasp in horror.
Enjoy! :)
You'll love it...and possibly pee your pants/gasp in horror.
Enjoy! :)
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