Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I'm Not Green

I must admit. I'm not a tree hugger. I don't save wales. Or kittens. And the real horror, I do not recycle. Does that mean I'm a horrible selfish person?

I don't think so.

I just didn't get into that facet of society.

I don't litter. I've volunteered at an animal rescue shelter for a summer. I taught people to read who didn't know how. The thing is everybody has a passion about something.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

The Long Hot Summer

I'm talking about the movie that sparked the love affair between Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. I watched it last night, thanks to my friends at Netflix.

The movie itself was pretty good, but had elements of overly dramatic cheese affect, but I did enjoy the chemistry between Newman and Woodward. And I gotta say that Paul Newman was quite the sex symbol. All tan and he had a six pack, and was full of charm and flirtation for Joanne Woodward's character.

My friends all tease me, because I've had a long standing crush on Paul Newman and Robert Redford. But them back in the heyday. It's not as if I look at Paul now, in his 80's, and want to jump him.

No. But his appeal from way back. But even now, I think he's an amazing actor, and will watch pretty much anything that he is in. He's one of those actors that women want, and men want to be friends with.

My dad is the one that introduced me to Paul. When my parents divorced, we'd rent videos, a couple of Newmans' at a time, and hunker down with our cheesy popcorn.

My favorites are probably Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Cool Hand Luke, and Hud.

I could go on, but I won't.

During this long hot summer, it never hurts to watch a smoldering man.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Pizza on the Patio

Last night, I abandoned a plan to stay in my hot little apartment, and instead opted to go visit Becky. We ended up hanging out in Rochester at the Rochester Brewery, and people watched on the patio.

A good time. And much better than staying home alone, wishing I had some friends to hang out with.

I'm hoping to get the chance to hang with some friends that I haven't seen in a while this weekend.

This is the lamest blog in the history of blogs. I will do my best to redeem myself at a later date.

But thanks for hanging out Becky. I always have fun, no matter what we do.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Watch This

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.

Good movie. Funny and original which is hard to do these days. Robert Downey Jr. and Val Kilmer. Those two played well off each other, and they're not your typical buddy movie kind of guys.

Check it out if you get the chance. My friends at Netflix should be getting it back tomorrow, and then I think my next movie is All the President's Men. Have never seen it, but it is one of those movies that seems important to see. If nothing else, I'll get to watch Robert Redford act, and honestly, I could do that all day long.

In other news, work has been busy but productive. Got some new girly stuff at Target yesterday. Pretty new night gown, nail polish, work out pants. Sometimes you just need to do that stuff.

It seems especially important after my rude punk kids on Saturday morning. Read Phat Pants if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Tonight, I'll make glop. My grandma Gotshall's recipe. Lots of veggies and stuffing on top. And a glass of wine. Yummy.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Phat Pants

I'll admit it. I haven't been officially thin, since high school. Minus a brief stint in my late 20's where I managed to shed 30 pounds, but still being in my 20's, I couldn't comphrehend, I was no longer fat.

It didn't matter I'd got my pants down to a single digit. Nope. I still thought I was fat.

And now, I've got the wisdom to understand, should I ever lose another 30 pounds, I shall celebrate this fact, and accept the fact that I may never be a size 5 in my lifetime again. Instead, I will do my best to appreciate myself even if I'm a size 8.

That's what size I was after the 30 pound shed.

Right now, I'm not even close to that, but I'm working on getting there. I'm overweight yes, that's true. But I can still fit into normal sizes, and I can ride anything I want to at Cedar Point.

But yesterday, on the street, as I was walking home from the farmers market with fresh vegatables to make glop, some teenage punks, called me fat, and made fun of me out the window.

Well, fuck them. I know I need to lose weight, but I'm not Carnie Wilson large. (No offense Carnie)

In my time, I'll get there. I've stopped beleiving that will make me more lovable. It will only make getting dressed and undressed, more enjoyable to me. Me alone.

Because even thinner, I didn't have men falling over me. I was fixated on being thinner still. With age, there is wisdom. I'm 33. If I get down to a single digit pant size, I'll be happy for myself and no one else.

I don't beleive, I'll be alone always, but I'm not doing this to meet somebody.

The person I'm looking for is me. The girl in the mirror doesn't know she's pretty, or smart.

I'm looking for the side of myself that likes to shop and put together fun outfits, but who will probably always go to the grocery store in sweat pants and no make up, because that's how it's done. Knowing I can look nice dressed up, or hanging out in a baseball cap and a t-shirt.

She's been hidden, but I have a feeling she's about to make a come-back.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Nature Vs. Neon

The weekend of June 24th, I was in Las Vegas, the neon light capital of the world. It was huge, over the top and so much fun. I felt like Alice In Wonderland. Vegas is a place where time has no meaning.

Gambling, and I don't normally gamble, but Black-Jack was so much fun. Drinking and eating at all hours of the night. It was awesome.

I was home for 2 days, and was offered a last minute trip to Tennessee, near the Smokey Mountains. And it was awesome in a completely different way. Nature and quiet and woods. A cabin outfitted with a stereo, a full kitchen, and a hot tub.

In Tennessee, I went on a sky-lift ride in scenic Gatlinburg, and a helicopter ride. A thrilling two mintues to be sure. Well worth the $10.

I think Las Vegas was artifically more exciting, but the nature of Tennessee was much more relaxing.

It's a good feeling to get a few trips in this summer. I'm afraid this weekend, I'll be in Royal Oak, catching up on things like hair-cuts, eyebrow waxing, and if I'm real lucky an eye doctor appointment.