Re: Mary Kate and Ashley on your Culture is Good page;
If I wanted to look at a shameless ad shilling cheap Olsen twin crap, undoubtedly manufactured in China under substandard conditions to keep the profit margins as high as possible, ensuring that the scrawny, vapid twosome can afford more therapy/rehab/ yoga retreats/Christian Louboutins, and designed with no other purpose than to prompt millions of little girls all over North America to pester their parents for aforementioned cheap crap by the fistful, thereby promoting utterly superficial and disposable desires (not to mention tacky taste) while guaranteeing the social ostracization of any child too poor to afford the junk (or too discriminating to want it), I would read Cosmo Girl magazine.
Oh, and by the way: [this is not even the slightest little bit good].
OMG...somebody went and staged a Project Runway episode entirely with Peeps!
Have you ever broken a bone? If not, what's the worst injury you've sustained?
No broken bones but plenty of stitches. That said, I'm trying to think of the worst injury I've had. Hmm...
I was thrown off my horse when I was in Jr. High. Knocked unconscience and had a wicked headache for a few days. Most likely had a concussion but apparently my family was too busy to take me in and have it checked. I think I've recovered, regardless.
In high school, I was kicked square on the kneecap by an angry cow. Dropped me on my back in a flash, screaming and writhing in the middle of the barn aisle. An aisle filled with cows trying to get to their food, only I was in their way. My brain kept screaming "Get up! You are going to get stepped on the head!" but my body was screaming "OWOWOWOWOWOW!"
DadH grabbed my by the shoulders and dragged me to safety. Whew! He helped me hobble to the house and MomH decided to take me to the hospital for X-Rays. I was shocked. Really? "You don't mess around with your knees." Oh. Okay. Nothing more than a hyper-extended joint. I had an immobilizer splint thingie and was on crutches for a few weeks.
After that, some big spills running hurdles in HS track and a major spill on my roller blades. Those were mostly loss-of-flesh injuries.
I don't think scorpion stings count as injuries, per se, but they do hurt like effing hell.
I just got the final official approval to take my course! I'm a student again! A student who just happens to also have a full-time job! Hey, wait, that last part wasn't so exciting...
I'm a happy girl.
Do you live in or around Cincinnati, Ohio? If so, you're in luck because Scott and the Queen City Voxers Group have organized a Vox user meetup!
WHERE: Ault Park Playground. 3600 Observatory Avenue, Cincinnati, Ohio 45208. "We'll look for each other at the playground marked by the red X below. If it's raining, head for the shelter to the north of the [red] X."
To RSVP (which is not essential, but is appreciated), reply to Scott's announcement or send him a private message. All Voxers, as well as their friends and family, are welcome to attend.
If you do attend the meetup, have a great time and please take lots of pictures and send them to me so I can post them in Team Vox for everyone to see!
Thank you so much to Scott for organizing this meetup. Wish I could be there!
You know what a "B movie" is, right? Well, this is a D movie. Go if it's really really late, you want to laugh at a film studio's utter disconnect from both reality and audience, and then only if you won't miss the $10 and two hours it demands. I guess I'm not worried about Angelina or Morgan Freeman, but I do hope Terence Stamp is doing OK. Oh, and there's some kid too, who isn't that Indiana Jones kid.
You will never again look at a hankie with a straight face.
Doolittle's Woodfire Grill in Eagan, MN (formerly Doolittle's Air Cafe)
Best chicken sandwich I have ever eaten.
Their menu says: "Rotisserie Chicken Sandwich -- A rotisserie chicken breast topped with melted fontina cheese, served on a grilled ciabatta roll with shredded lettuce and chipotle mayo." This is as understated as the sandwich is presented. Doolittle's wood-fire rotisserie is the main reason you need to go there, for starters; they also added a very nice wine selection when they upgraded to a well-designed sit-down restaurant. The bar and signature Mud Pie remain from their former air-cafe format, though.
The chicken was perfect, the fontina was perfect, the roll was perfect. It was served with slices of roma tomato and marinated cucumber (not pickles) on a bamboo skewer. It's summer; order a glass of chardonnay too.
Okay so I stole this from Peg of Tilling's vox, but hey, at least I warned her I was going to do it. She linked to her new favourite baking blog (P of T makes some awesome cakes and shtuff, plus she has cute kitties), Cakewrecks. Oh man, you just have to go visit the site. So far I've made it through (barely, since my eyes are clouded in laughter tears now) one page and can't wait to look at the rest. And don't forget to follow the link from this post to Great White Snark, and then follow some of their links, too. Cakewrecks appears to be a new site, but damn, I hope it gets updated and kept around for a good long while.
I need to add two more items to my to-do list for the week:
6. Practice Spanish - we learned numbers last night! I need to work up a cheat sheet to help me out.
7. Practice sax - I have my annual summer solo coming up at church in a few weeks. At least I think it's in a few weeks. It could be this Sunday. I had better check. O_O
I have the music and doesn't look to have too many thick concentrations of little black dots. That's how I can tell at quick glance how challenging a piece of music will be.
I rode the Bike of Death this morning to get used to it again. Good Buddy Dave gave it a tune-up and said while it was 'old school', it was high-end in its day. I told him it won a lot of races, then I bought it and now it's a washed-up has been.
He also said one of the shifter thingies was bent and asked if I had ever fallen over while on it. "Yes. Multiple times."
Anyway, it's a blast to ride. Light and fast. (Unlike me - har!) Getting on and off is always a challenge. So I went across the street to the high school and rode around in the empty parking for half an hour to get reaquainted with it. Good times!
Alas, my people, it doesn't look as though I'll be joining you on your Boston trip.
Mr BA's contract is only until the end of August, and he's working to a precise deadline (product launch), so he can't take the time off. And if I go by myself it starts getting really expensive (we're still going to be in tighter financial circumstances for a bit, at least until he gets something more permanent).
Bummer.
And while we're on the subject, Natalie Dee has finally come up with a superhero I can relate to:
