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Saturday, September 4, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
SURPRISE!!
I actually have a .com!! I'll no longer be posting here on blogger (although it has treated me very well), and can now be found at http://doodlesonanotebook.com/
How exciting!!
How exciting!!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Two Haiku for You
Daffodils, daisies
Ice cream, melted; smiling lips
Refrigerator ;)
Dancing and twirling
Dandelions in their flight,
Make a wish, my dear.
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Monday, May 3, 2010
The Big Bang Theory
Words cannot describe how much I love this show. Yes, I'm a total geek. No, I'm not ashamed. Here's an example:
In this clip, Penny falls in the shower, dislocating her shoulder. Sheldon is the only one who can help get her to the hospital.
And this one is from an episode in which Sheldon can't solve a huge algorithm of something. He's used Lima beans and peas, then marbles, and then finally ball pit balls for 3D models of carbon atoms. "Bazinga" is Sheldon's catch word. He says it when he's caught someone in a burn/joke. (Sorry for the ad at the beginning of this clip.)
Hahaha!
In this clip, Penny falls in the shower, dislocating her shoulder. Sheldon is the only one who can help get her to the hospital.
And this one is from an episode in which Sheldon can't solve a huge algorithm of something. He's used Lima beans and peas, then marbles, and then finally ball pit balls for 3D models of carbon atoms. "Bazinga" is Sheldon's catch word. He says it when he's caught someone in a burn/joke. (Sorry for the ad at the beginning of this clip.)
Hahaha!
Urban Dictionary Yourself
Ever Google yourself? Try Urban Dictionary-ing yourself! A friend did the same thing on her blog and so I decided to look my name up for fun. Here's what I found (minus the "megan" = opposite of vegan entries):
The most incredible friend anyone could ever have. She is incredibly beautiful both inside and out, even if she can't see it. She is absolutely hilarious, and extremely intelligent. She will be there for you no matter what, and gives you more than you deserve. She makes you realize all the good in life. She is your Sunshine.
I looked at my hubby and said, "I'm your Sunshine, dammit!" He laughed, but then said I should post the above entry so I could see it everyday. He's the greatest, huh?
Megans have many secrets to hide that are hard to tell. They try to find a way to let their friends know what is going on.
Megans usually have amazingly beautiful eyes (blue or green). One could get lost in her eyes forever, and never want to escape.
Even if they are going through a hard time, Megans will always lend a helping hand and will listen to your troubles and/or problems.
They despise drama, but sometimes find a way of getting sucked into it.
Well, I DO have green eyes (more like hazel) and I often find myself sucked into drama somewhere, somehow. Haha!
I hope you Urban Dictionary yourself and find plenty to smile about! Happy Monday! :)
The most incredible friend anyone could ever have. She is incredibly beautiful both inside and out, even if she can't see it. She is absolutely hilarious, and extremely intelligent. She will be there for you no matter what, and gives you more than you deserve. She makes you realize all the good in life. She is your Sunshine.
I looked at my hubby and said, "I'm your Sunshine, dammit!" He laughed, but then said I should post the above entry so I could see it everyday. He's the greatest, huh?
Megans have many secrets to hide that are hard to tell. They try to find a way to let their friends know what is going on.
Megans usually have amazingly beautiful eyes (blue or green). One could get lost in her eyes forever, and never want to escape.
Even if they are going through a hard time, Megans will always lend a helping hand and will listen to your troubles and/or problems.
They despise drama, but sometimes find a way of getting sucked into it.
Well, I DO have green eyes (more like hazel) and I often find myself sucked into drama somewhere, somehow. Haha!
I hope you Urban Dictionary yourself and find plenty to smile about! Happy Monday! :)
Sunday, May 2, 2010
WHY do Bad Actors Still get Cast???
Hizzah! Can you tell I'm recovered (mostly) from the previous, hectic week? That's right: two posts in one day, baby. Hey, I have to make up for my dip in blogging last week.
So, it occurred to me again as my hubby and daughter watched the second episode of Star Wars: Attack of the Clones--on one of the "dude channels," because it's Sunday and that's what those channels do on Sundays--that this episode could have been SOOOOO much better (and the first episode, too, while we're talking about it) without the lackluster performances by Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen. HELLO!!! We have heavy hitters in this movie, people!! Ewan McGregor (LOVE!!), Samuel L. Jackson, (Liam Neeson was in the first one), Christopher Lee.
...And Natalie and Hayden. Blech. Next to the awesomeness of the aforementioned hitters, N & H are blah and unconvincing.
It kills me. In these movies, they are only slightly less annoying that Jar-Jar Binks. Barely. Hayden's delivery of emotionless, monotone, droning lines leaves one wondering if HE's the clone they talk about in the title. And, I'm not thoroughly convinced that Anakin really loved Padme, the way he plays the role.
And Natalie! I swear, that girl is the same freakin' character in every movie, just with a horribly fake Southern accent in some. She's like the female version of Keanu Reeves. Yep. I said it. Nope. I'm not takin' it back. But, the truth of the matter is that she'll keep getting cast in movies, and if I like the premise and/or the other actors, I'll still keep seeing them. Just like Keaun movies (except he's hot to boot). And so will millions of other people, and you know you will, too. So, ultimately, they win. C'est la vie!
P.S. I think part of my Portman distaste in the movie is associated with the lame character of Padme. She dies because her man ends up being a creepy Dark Side follower?? She just pumped out, not one, but two precious babies for crying out loud! What about suckin' it up and living for your kids?? Lame, but I guess all part of the Emperor's plan. Anakin wouldn't have become the big, bad dude if his lover-girl had lived, I guess. It's still lame, though.
P.S.S. I realize this movie's been out since like 2002 or something, but it doesn't mean that it's not forever in our face thanks to Sunday afternoon Star Wars marathons. Thank goodness #3 lived up to #4, 5, and 6 standards!
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So, it occurred to me again as my hubby and daughter watched the second episode of Star Wars: Attack of the Clones--on one of the "dude channels," because it's Sunday and that's what those channels do on Sundays--that this episode could have been SOOOOO much better (and the first episode, too, while we're talking about it) without the lackluster performances by Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen. HELLO!!! We have heavy hitters in this movie, people!! Ewan McGregor (LOVE!!), Samuel L. Jackson, (Liam Neeson was in the first one), Christopher Lee.
...And Natalie and Hayden. Blech. Next to the awesomeness of the aforementioned hitters, N & H are blah and unconvincing.
It kills me. In these movies, they are only slightly less annoying that Jar-Jar Binks. Barely. Hayden's delivery of emotionless, monotone, droning lines leaves one wondering if HE's the clone they talk about in the title. And, I'm not thoroughly convinced that Anakin really loved Padme, the way he plays the role. And Natalie! I swear, that girl is the same freakin' character in every movie, just with a horribly fake Southern accent in some. She's like the female version of Keanu Reeves. Yep. I said it. Nope. I'm not takin' it back. But, the truth of the matter is that she'll keep getting cast in movies, and if I like the premise and/or the other actors, I'll still keep seeing them. Just like Keaun movies (except he's hot to boot). And so will millions of other people, and you know you will, too. So, ultimately, they win. C'est la vie!
P.S. I think part of my Portman distaste in the movie is associated with the lame character of Padme. She dies because her man ends up being a creepy Dark Side follower?? She just pumped out, not one, but two precious babies for crying out loud! What about suckin' it up and living for your kids?? Lame, but I guess all part of the Emperor's plan. Anakin wouldn't have become the big, bad dude if his lover-girl had lived, I guess. It's still lame, though.
P.S.S. I realize this movie's been out since like 2002 or something, but it doesn't mean that it's not forever in our face thanks to Sunday afternoon Star Wars marathons. Thank goodness #3 lived up to #4, 5, and 6 standards!
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THAT Girl Makes a Cake
So, this past week has been crazy-busy. No, scratch that. It was perhaps the most insane week...well, maybe not EVER, but definitely of the year. Why, you ask? Well, my little bro was married yesterday. And, can I just say that I totally love my new S.I.L.? She's wonderful.
Well, several months ago, they asked my mother to be their wedding planner. Of course she said yes, and because I am continually her partner in various crimes, I came along as part of a Wedding Planner Extraordinaire Package. Which would have been fine and dandy--and in fact was for several weeks--if everything else hadn't been happening all at once last week.
Because the week before my brother's wedding was the week I had extra church activities to attend (and speak at, btw), a paper for Professor Picky McPickerson (you know the type..."Excellent work! Here's a B."), and late nights for my hubby at work.
Needless to say, I was stressed. I ran the kid to school, went to school myself to get some work done, had the dry cleaning to drop off and pick up, a tie to purchase, hair cuts, dance class, the ever-present need for grocery shopping, and oh yeah, I'd decided several months ago to get a cake for the rehearsal dinner and then decided about a month ago to just go ahead and make said cake rather than purchasing a pre-made number. What was I thinking? I felt like I was running up a down escalator, like I was getting nowhere. Fast.
So, here comes Thursday. I've got a ton to do and on top of it all, I also have to pack because we had to be at my folks' house late Friday night and early Saturday morning, so really, camping at their place made the most sense, and I still have this cake to conquer.
The last cake I made was my daughter's first birthday. She's five now. Ha! Murphy's Law is a big, fat, ho. For a while, it looked like the green beast was going to win (the wedding colors were various shades of green and purple, and my confection came out looking a bit like the Joker's cake, but it still worked). The layers wouldn't lay flat and once I'd spackled enough icing in the middle to level it out, I was lucky to have enough to actually ice the cake. I was near panic-mode, thinking I'd have to whip up a batch of butter cream to go with the 3 lbs I already had. The crumb coat was acting up and as I drew my icing knife across the delicate surface of the dessert, I whispered, "You will not win. You will not win."
Yes, I was talking to the cake, all while envisioning a Julie Powell-esque Cake Wreck as the end result. (Sorry, Julie, but you know) It did end up quite cute after all the freaking out, thankfully.
But, needless to say, after a day of running around like a chicken with its head cut off, finishing a cake, and getting school assignments submitted, I was exhausted and maybe a bit stressed.
Well, my darling husband was under lots of stress himself and a stressed out hubby in my home usually leads to a State of the Union-type couples pow-wow for some reason. Although I don't think it was a decision consciously made, it was a mistake. A BIG mistake. Because, I suddenly became THAT girl.
You know the one: she's stressed out and hormotional (word stolen from a friend, thank you! [i.e. hormomes + emotional = hormotional]). Yes, Aunt Flo decided to come for a visit with a vengeance this week (Of course. Murphy, I hate you.), so that didn't help, but I digress.
So, THAT girl--in this situation--gets stressed, hormotional, and one very small, unintentional, trivial thing sets her off. She then starts into a self-deprecating tailspin that eventually ends up in tears and about something completely unrelated to what the original (read: minor) discussion was about. Yep. That was me. Hot mess on Midol.
What did my wonderful hubby do? He held me, reassured me life was not spinning out of control, literally listed off all of my "amazing" [he's biased] qualities, and told me to stop apologizing when I'd said "Sorry" for the umpteenth time for transforming into THAT girl (and I'm hardly ever THAT girl). He said I should do that more often, although he knows I won't because I'm not that emotional on a regular basis, so I'm sure he felt safe in making such a ludicrous suggestion. But, I think this proves yet again how fantastic he really is.
Busy Friday dawned bright and things were better. Busy Friday was followed by Insanely Hectic Saturday, and after the bride and groom made their escape, I'd really felt like I'd been through the trenches, and the amazing people who helped me and Mom pull off this crazy feat now felt like comrades-in-arms after all the purple die-covered fingers from making flower arrangements to Super Glue adventures, and various other snafus. And as a strange sense of accomplishment fell over me, I realized I was a different sort of THAT girl: one who can wrangle Pugs and kids and bridesmaids and still come out standing (sort of) on her uber-sore, platform high heel wearing feet.
It was a feeling of, in a word: SUCCESS!!
Oh, and here's my cake:
What do you think? ...anyone? ...Bueller?
Well, several months ago, they asked my mother to be their wedding planner. Of course she said yes, and because I am continually her partner in various crimes, I came along as part of a Wedding Planner Extraordinaire Package. Which would have been fine and dandy--and in fact was for several weeks--if everything else hadn't been happening all at once last week.
Because the week before my brother's wedding was the week I had extra church activities to attend (and speak at, btw), a paper for Professor Picky McPickerson (you know the type..."Excellent work! Here's a B."), and late nights for my hubby at work.
Needless to say, I was stressed. I ran the kid to school, went to school myself to get some work done, had the dry cleaning to drop off and pick up, a tie to purchase, hair cuts, dance class, the ever-present need for grocery shopping, and oh yeah, I'd decided several months ago to get a cake for the rehearsal dinner and then decided about a month ago to just go ahead and make said cake rather than purchasing a pre-made number. What was I thinking? I felt like I was running up a down escalator, like I was getting nowhere. Fast.
So, here comes Thursday. I've got a ton to do and on top of it all, I also have to pack because we had to be at my folks' house late Friday night and early Saturday morning, so really, camping at their place made the most sense, and I still have this cake to conquer.
The last cake I made was my daughter's first birthday. She's five now. Ha! Murphy's Law is a big, fat, ho. For a while, it looked like the green beast was going to win (the wedding colors were various shades of green and purple, and my confection came out looking a bit like the Joker's cake, but it still worked). The layers wouldn't lay flat and once I'd spackled enough icing in the middle to level it out, I was lucky to have enough to actually ice the cake. I was near panic-mode, thinking I'd have to whip up a batch of butter cream to go with the 3 lbs I already had. The crumb coat was acting up and as I drew my icing knife across the delicate surface of the dessert, I whispered, "You will not win. You will not win."
Yes, I was talking to the cake, all while envisioning a Julie Powell-esque Cake Wreck as the end result. (Sorry, Julie, but you know) It did end up quite cute after all the freaking out, thankfully.
But, needless to say, after a day of running around like a chicken with its head cut off, finishing a cake, and getting school assignments submitted, I was exhausted and maybe a bit stressed.
Well, my darling husband was under lots of stress himself and a stressed out hubby in my home usually leads to a State of the Union-type couples pow-wow for some reason. Although I don't think it was a decision consciously made, it was a mistake. A BIG mistake. Because, I suddenly became THAT girl.
You know the one: she's stressed out and hormotional (word stolen from a friend, thank you! [i.e. hormomes + emotional = hormotional]). Yes, Aunt Flo decided to come for a visit with a vengeance this week (Of course. Murphy, I hate you.), so that didn't help, but I digress.
So, THAT girl--in this situation--gets stressed, hormotional, and one very small, unintentional, trivial thing sets her off. She then starts into a self-deprecating tailspin that eventually ends up in tears and about something completely unrelated to what the original (read: minor) discussion was about. Yep. That was me. Hot mess on Midol.
What did my wonderful hubby do? He held me, reassured me life was not spinning out of control, literally listed off all of my "amazing" [he's biased] qualities, and told me to stop apologizing when I'd said "Sorry" for the umpteenth time for transforming into THAT girl (and I'm hardly ever THAT girl). He said I should do that more often, although he knows I won't because I'm not that emotional on a regular basis, so I'm sure he felt safe in making such a ludicrous suggestion. But, I think this proves yet again how fantastic he really is.
Busy Friday dawned bright and things were better. Busy Friday was followed by Insanely Hectic Saturday, and after the bride and groom made their escape, I'd really felt like I'd been through the trenches, and the amazing people who helped me and Mom pull off this crazy feat now felt like comrades-in-arms after all the purple die-covered fingers from making flower arrangements to Super Glue adventures, and various other snafus. And as a strange sense of accomplishment fell over me, I realized I was a different sort of THAT girl: one who can wrangle Pugs and kids and bridesmaids and still come out standing (sort of) on her uber-sore, platform high heel wearing feet.
It was a feeling of, in a word: SUCCESS!!
Oh, and here's my cake:
What do you think? ...anyone? ...Bueller?
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