Tuesday, February 22, 2011

No Ps allowed

This past weekend I went to Wichita to hang with my sister and family. Amy Wilds was nice enough to score us all tickets to the Thunder game that Saturday so to a hockey game we went.

Now, I know little to nothing about the actual sport of hockey, except that I like the fights. Not only is it comical that the refs will stand around the players as they begin to fight and allow it to happen, but I'm pretty sure this is the best possible sporting event for me to attend to be able to witness a bench clearing in person. It's also fun to yell, "TICKLE FIGHT!" when they start holding on to each other, because it generally looks like that's what they're doing.

Here's Kory being cute.

Here's Payton and Paul acting like they like each other.

As we were walking up the the arena, Kory saw a no parking sign and said, "Look, no Ps allowed." I thought her observation was hilarious, but apparently she wasn't far off. In this case, Ps stood for POINTS. Here's proof...the Thunder took 45 shots before scoring 1 goal.

Here's proof that the game didn't get any better.

And here's proof that I may be the most photogenic member of my family.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Suck it, KU

That's really all I wanted to say.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Music Monday

It's Monday and it's Valentine's Day.

Now, I could sit here and type some bah humbugy post about how this holiday smells when you're single, but the fact is, I love love. I can get behind celebrating love, I just don't like hearing certain people talk about how in love they are when I think I should be in love before them. Don't act like you've never felt the same way. I'm happy for 75% of the world when they are in love, but come on, you know there's at least 25% of the population that sucks when they have someone.

So with that. I give you "Silly Love Songs" by Paul McCartney & Wings...

or if you're so inclined, the cast of GLEE!

Just as a note of reassurance, none of you faithful 15 fall into the 25%...I'm not making any promises to those of you who secretly read my blog :)


Monday, February 7, 2011

Bless you, Peppers.

It seems like I never get to fully enjoy the Super Bowl commercials during the actual game, because there is always to much conversation and merriment going on in the background. Thankfully, Al Gore invented the world wide interweb and I can revisit those that caught my eye the next day at work...I mean...after work.

In general, I decided that I just love that eTrade baby too much to not mention his work.

Commercial #1

Commercial #2

Uncensored Babies

And my other favorite, careerbuilder.com monkeys.

That's just good stuff.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Ooh la la.....la la la la la

I'm a purist when it comes to a lot of things.

I like my margaritas lime with salt, none of this strawberry/mango with sugar mess.

I like my salads made with mostly iceberg lettuce chunks and ranch dressing, no need to make it fancy with dark green leafy junk and a vinaigrette.

I like my Justin Timberlake singing instead of acting.

And I like to buy my music albums as CDs instead of mp3s. If I had been born a few decades earlier I probably would have a sweet vinyl collection. If I had purchased any other cassette tapes as a kid besides Rock Around the Mouse and Hangin' Tough I'd brag about my cassette tape collection.


A few weeks ago I saw the video for Paris (Ooh La La) by Grace Potter and The Nocturnals.

It's got that classic rock sound that you all know I love so much. So I used the ole' world wide web to do some more investigating on her (err...their?) music and decided I would love to fork over the $8 for the full album (thanks barnesandnoble.com).

Here's where we get to the part I love about albums...

The package came in the mail today, I opened the case and look what I saw inside,

a cd disguised as a record! See if I would have bought the album as 13 mp3 files I would have missed out on all the cool packaging, pictures, lyrics and experience of it all. Don't get me wrong, mp3s are great for when you don't want a whole album or you only like the one Rick Astley song, but I like to have the tangible goods.

So, not only is the album packaging cool, but the music is awesome! If you only buy one album this year, make it Essential Eddie Money. But if you already have two copies of that like me or plan on buying more than one album this year, make the next one the self-titled nugget from Grace Potter and The Nocturnals. So good.

Here's another song off the album just for good measure.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

Don't worry this isn't another Facebook tirade, although the title is very appropriate for one of those, I'm quoting Gone With The Wind.

Over the last two months, I've developed a small love affair with old movies and the slightest of crushes on actors like Cary Grant, Clark Gable and even a young Robert Redford.

After watching It Happen One Night I convinced myself I had to watch GWTW since it was one of Gable's most famous roles. Four hours later, I'm not so convinced I needed to watch it. I mean, I'm glad I can say I've seen it now, but I did not fall in love with it like I was thinking I would. Does anybody else hate Scarlett O'Hara? I had some real urges to punch her in the face sometimes for being such a pain. But Rhett Butler, now there's a character I can get behind...to bad he loved crazy.

So while I'm on the fence about whether or not I'll watch the movie again, I can trace two quotes back to my life that I never knew came from this movie:

"Fiddle-dee-dee" - Originally quoted in the movie by Scarlett, repeated by Blanche Devereaux in an episode of the Golden Girls

"Lawzy, we got to have a doctor. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies." - Originally quoted in movie by Prissy, repeated often, throughout my entire childhood by Alison's mom, Cherie Jo. (Not the birthin' babies part, the "Lawzy!" expression. I thought that was just a word she made up herself.)

Oh and I also left the movie experience with one quote from Mammy that I can't wait to use in real life:

"You can't show your bosom 'fore 3 o'clock!"