Disco Pigs

In theory I should have loved this movie.
In reality I will have to say I didn't dislike this movie.

The creepy/perfect connection between Runt and Pig: I don't know what to say. I didn't get enough fairytale feeling. I felt that the flashbacks should have come BEFORE the super creepy subtitles needed monologue Pig gives about "opening up Runt". Might have helped. Seriously it takes alot of creepy to cancel out the hawtness that is Cillian Murphy but that speech managed to dampen the fires.

Runt: The actress should NEVER have bangs. I couldn't take her seriously when she had bangs. EPIC FAIL.

The guy in the red tank: Tank? I loved him, I knew the moment he entered the screen that he was meant to be my new love. alas it was not to be.

What color is love?: HA! I was right.

Needless to say this was the one movie (of my choosing) dh decides to watch with me. and according to dh this is was the LAST movie of my choosing that he will be watching.

OMG!

So Saved by the Bell is on Noggin. at night. AND I LOVE IT. I have spent far too much of my life watching this series. But all I can wonder is do they have a box set and can I have it delivered in time for my birthday?
seriously Mark-Paul was my dream-boy for soo long.

I stayed up way too late watching this show last night. Today I am in a great mood.
It happened to be the episode that features Kelly in a pizza hat. I never liked Kelly, or Jessie for that matter.

oh youth it only takes a sitcom to bring you back.

growth?

I saw a baby today.
Cooed and ahhhed it.
And I didn't cry. I didn't have to suppress an urge to grab the baby and run for the door.
I didn't have the urge to grab the baby at all.

I was wondering is this growth? Have all my "lost my baby" wounds healed? or has that part of me finally withered and died? Given up the fight to love something that is part me and mine.

I don't know if I'm rooting for growth

Breakfast on Pluto

WATCH IT!

LOVE IT!

CALL ME!

WE WILL TALK ABOUT IT!

Are you my friend? Do you need help?

Daily Extended for July 30, 2008 (Today)
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Virgo
8/23 – 9/22
Overview
One of your friends needs your help -- but they're too shy to ask you for it. So if you notice one of your friends acting oddly or stuck in a blue funk, reach out to them. Let them know that they can rely on you for support. And if they don't immediately take you up on your offer to talk, don't take it personally. Maybe you're just not the right person for the job, maybe they're not ready to talk about it with anyone. What matters most is that you offered to help them.

So if you are reading this and you need help . . .I AM HERE TO HELP YOU. I mean you no harm.
If you are reading this and you do not need help please disregard this post.

Who you gonna call?

I spend alot of time alone. Most times this doesn't really bother me. I get to be as messy, lazy, ungroomed as I want or as OCD, overdressed and overgroomed as I choose to be.

I mean it is perfectly ok for me to prance around my house in my jammies and gold strappy high heels with one perfectly plucked eyebrow and four different shades of red lipstick decorating my mouth. After all nobody home but Maggie-Pie, Murdy, Bruiser and Me. And the four leggers couldn't care less what I decorate myself with but then . . .the doorbell rings!

!BING BONG! buzz Utter silence befalls my home. What was that noise? Perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise. Murdy and Bruiser on point. STRANGER DANGER! OH NOES!!
I frantically think what is more important to regular people, clothes or make-up? THINK WOMAN THINK!!!
!BING BONG! BING BONG! forget it, no time to think just grab a throw and throw it around yourself, kick off the heels and assume an "I just rolled out of bed" expression.
ANSWER the door. I should have drills for this.
What do I say? "Hello" "what the hell do you want" "I have a gun and large dogs"
I open the door.

I spy with my astigmatic eye, is it the neighbor boy? Could be, once he starts spouting gibberish about striped basketballs, I realize it has to be. Insert useless conversation here.

So I find some suitable outside clothes and venture with the boys as guards to the backyard to find the SUPERIMPORTANTENOUGHTOBOTHERABOUTSTRIPEDBASKETBALL and return it the the slow neighbor boy.
Neighbor boy proceeds to antagonize the boys not heeding my curt warning, "They BITE." Instead he tries to pet them, ughhhhhh and as I turn to walk away he asks "Is that house haunted?" (he asks me this every time he talks to me).
My reply "Not to my knowledge."
"cuz, I been seeing this white woman looking at me."
Me: "I have a lot of white friends."
"the ghost woman is fat (insert sweeping arm gesture) with like wavy brown hair (insert hand movements to reflect wavy long hair) I seen her looking at me."
Me: "Sorry."
and I walk off into the house to call dh and tell him that I should call an exterminator, for the fat white ghost that may or may not be a peeping tomasina.

I think more frightening than a ghost (which would be the AWESOME) is that the neighbor boy with no job and three kids must stand around looking into MY windows.

All alone

There are times that I wish I had friends. A for instance-> I want to go see a show in Austin and as I call around to find someone to share my excitement (looks and looks and looks) I find no one .
~sigh~