Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Years ago I was at Barnes and Noble and they were playing absolutely gorgeous, sexy music over their sound system. I went to the music department and asked who that was playing right then and they said Carla Bruni. It was love at first....er...hear. She was singing something in French, which might have been the nutritional label off the back of a box of cereal for all I know, but the way she sang it...oh la la! I've since bought every one of her CD's that I could find, and love them all. It almost makes me want to learn French, right after I finish learning English.
What reminded me of my past lust was the movie trailer that mentioned she would have a bit part in the new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris, which opens next week. You can check it out here. Conveniently, it will be playing at our neighborhood movie theatre, the Angelika. It's fate, I tell 'ya! I'm hoping hers is a bit singing part. The fact that she's beautiful is just a bonus. *wink*
PS...remember, our little secret, OK?
EDIT: Listen for yourself here.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Recently she testified before a congressional committee and had the nerve to stand up to one of the congressmen interrogating her, a big Washington no-no. The Republicans on the committee have already said there is no way they are going to confirm her nomination, so she really didn't lose much by standing up to him. Still, I found it refreshing.
What I can't figure out is why the Republicans are willing to vote down a consumer advocate and stand beside the banks and credit card companies in light of all the sleazy things they've done and continue to do, and the near-collapse of the world economy they almost caused. And got caught doing. What are the Republicans thinking?? That would be like volunteering to be a character witness for Adolf Hitler. (Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Yesterday I wanted to know what my checking account balance was, so I went online. Of course I had to enter my account number and my password, but I had a brain fart and couldn't remember WHICH password was the current one. Seems a few months ago I entered the wrong password several times in a row and as a security measure it locked down my bank account all together. I called them, waited forever for a real live human being (I think his name was "Peggy"), and he instructed me on how to set up a new password.
Now I'm experiencing "deja vu all over again". Which one among my dozen or so passwords is the current one for this bank account? Not the one for my online newspaper subscription, not the one for my Amazon account, not the one for my gmail account, not the one for my Yahoo account, not the one for my USAA bank account, not the one for my LL Bean account, not the one for.....
I have always been told to NOT use the same easy-to-remember password for ALL my accounts as one hack could literally open up EVERY account to a hack. But damn, I'm sometimes challenged just trying to find my keys in the morning, much less trying to keep a dozen passwords pared up with their respective accounts.
Oh, and the outcome of yesterday's goof? I asked for an email reminder of my password, and the email they sent me said to call one of two phone numbers for assistance. They both had recorded messages saying they were closed.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Huh? That's it? Did they blow up all their fireworks last week and those were the only things left at the bottom of the box?
Oh well, at least I slept like a baby last night. Which made getting up early this morning even more difficult. At 0700 the dog finally said, "Look people, I gotta go. NOW!" (Yes, she can talk.) So much for sleeping in. Now we're hustling to make it to my grand-kiddlet's birthday party. Who schedules a birthday party on Saturday MORNING?
Ugh. I need caffeine.
Friday, May 27, 2011
The ballpark is only about 1 1/2 miles from our home, and their hot dogs and nachos and adult brews are plentiful and cheap. The RR's are a Texas Ranger farm team, but since I don't really follow baseball and wouldn't know Josh Hamilton if he sat down next to me, I really don't care about the game. Nope, I'm all about the fresh air, the highly interesting "people watching" opportunities *wink*, the junk food, and the fireworks. BOOM!!
Saturday morning, assuming I don't get torched Friday night, we're going to daughter Erica's house to celebrate grandson Parker's second birthday. We have for him a double-wide Slip-'n-Slide and a water wiggle thingy. 'Course, at 2 years old we could give him a used toner cartridge and a cardboard box full of dirt and he'd be just as happy. Still, with all of my daughters and their boys in attendance it should be fun. And exhausting.
Hope y'all have a fun weekend planned, too. :)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
It looks like the highlight of my day will be taking my car for a bath. The weatherguessers are saying no rain for the next 5 days, maybe longer, so I'm goin' for it. Saturday is my youngest grandson's birthday party (2 yrs old), and I'm taking Monday off for the holiday, and that's pretty much it. Unless some excitement presents itself soon I just might slip into a coma myself.
Impress me with your whirlwind life, somebody. :)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Actually it would be an "I-love-the-previous-owner" room. That would be Dallas Cowboy QB (RET) Troy Aikman. (I'm afraid my chintzy little "Top Gun" trophy I won from the Citizens Police Academy back in '01 might be juuuuust a bit lost in there.)
It seems Troy and his Mrs. are splittin' the sheets after 10 years of until-now blissful matrimony. I'm guessing Troy won't need that much space and will probably just move back in with his folks until he decides what he's going to do with the rest of his life. Trade school, perhaps?
Think he'd throw in an autographed NFL football to keep my Top Gun trophy company? It IS a buyers market, you know.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
They are having nationwide elections today, and there have been huge protest rallies all across the land. They carry signs that say, among others, "Let those responsible pay for the crisis". Visiting a protest site in Madrid the BBC reported this:
"This is an historic moment. Thousands of people have been camping in Sol since last Sunday with no flags or affiliation to any party."
They go on to quote one of the protesters, Milena Almagro Garcia: "Young people, old people, families, it does not matter. We are not just asking for jobs. We are asking for a change in the political system."
"We have no option but to vote for the two biggest parties in Spain, who are more or less the same. They are unable to solve any problem. It is just a nest of corruption. We are tired. In short, we want a working democracy. We want a change."
We need to get more people here fired up like Milena. I'm pulling for the Spanish to start something big, something that will inspire us here.
This might be a bit of a heavy read for a Sunday morning, but this story from across the pond really grabbed me. I'll be watching with interest.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
I've always heard it said that ideally you will spend your last dollar at the exact moment you take your last breath. So should I just buy lots of little things, or blow it all on one biggie....like a new Maserati?
There are just so many last minute details to tend to. I wish I was more organized.
EDIT: Getting ourselves into the right mood, we ate brunch here:
Friday, May 20, 2011
They live in a suburb of Foat Wuth, and we go to visit them half a dozen or so times a year. (K calls them every day.) We usually make the journey on a Saturday or Sunday, so I'll just wear my normal weekend attire: shorts or jeans depending on the season and a t-shirt or polo shirt. Coincidentally I wore the same shirt/pant combination 3 or 4 trips in a row, which prompted my MIL to ask K if we were poor, as I had only one set of clothes. Haha!
Now with 5G's burning a hole in her housecoat maybe she'll remember that and buy me a couple of new t-shirts. :)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sort of reminds me of that line from one of the Dirty Harry movies...."You feelin' lucky, punk?" This is Texas, remember, so it's definitely NOT out of the realm of possibility.
(You can click the image to enlarge if you want.)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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Monday, May 9, 2011
I’ve been reading a lot recently about Usama bin Laden, and strange as it sounds to say, I feel a bit of pity for him.
No really, think about it: The guy was 54 years old, had 3 wives at the same time and 23 kids. At that age it would be difficult for him to change careers. He was pretty much stuck in his current line of work. He lived in a million dollar house, but I think he got ripped off by a really sleazy Realtor. I mean, a million bucks for that dump?? That right there would send me over the edge.
And his home life must have been hell, too. I can hear it now.....
Wife #1: “Usama, honey.....does this burkha make my butt look big?”
Wife #2: “Sweetie...how come you bought #3 a new goat last week, but you didn’t get me one? Don’t you still love me? I mean, we never go out anymore....we need to talk.”
Wife #3: “Listen here, buster. I pick up after you, I cook all day, I try and keep our 23 kids in line....DO YOU HEAR ME...23 FOR ALLAH’S SAKE! And what do you do all day, Mr. Big Shot? You just sit there in the floor, wrapped up nice and cozy in your old army blanket, cleaning your gun, watching yourself on TV. Must be nice!” *snarl*
Wife #1: So have you decided which of us you’ll be taking to the Terrorist Ball next month?”
I can see why he might want to vent every once in a while. You know, pop off a few AK-47 rounds, maybe blow up a continent or something. Oh well, at least he now has his 72 Virginians.