Just got back from seeing Superman. Let me preface by saying that I had really high hopes for this movie; maybe TOO high. I won't reveal too much about it. All I gotta say is: "meh." Not as fantastic as I'd hoped for. Final grade= B-.
I survived camping. I'll post the ghastly photos shortly. Maybe. Unless I change my mind about letting you see me without make-up. But first, I need to post the-weekend-before-last's shenanigans, now that I've gotten the pics from Brad.
So the-Friday-before-last, a bunch of us went over to Brad's for Pokerstar Galactica night. The night was a combination of watching the first episode of the Battlestar Galactica TV series (which was actually better than I thought. SLURP.), followed by a game of poker.
The buy-in was $10 a piece, and there were 11 of us there total. At first, I didn't want to play. I will be the first to admit that I am terrible at poker and I'm not all that fond of giving away money. Plus, I'm totally intimidated by Vanessa, who is a vicious poker player. So I didn't want to play, but then I found out it was either that or babysit the kids, so I chose to play.
At first, I hung back. I bet low and folded early and often. Eventually, all the big, bold players were out ('cept for Vanessa) and it was just the ladies - Vanessa, Sondra, and me.
Vanessa tried to bully me out of the game with her bluffing. I held firm though and, despite my meager pot, I went all in. Just like a scene from a movie, I came back with, like, a really good hand. If I knew anything about poker, I'd know what it was called, but I don't, so I don't. All I know is that the cards were 10,10,J,Q,K,A and that that was good enough to take her out of the game. I had come back from nothing.
Here is me realizing that all of the money on the table was now mine: And here is a bird's-eye-view of my cash-money: I guess losing makes other people angry, because from that point forward, all I got was a bunch of crap from Shannon and Vanessa about how I was lying about not knowing how to play. Jealousy can be such an ugly thing. Here's me ignoring the haters and putting down some of their hard-lost money on my next hand: Not knowing what I was doing, combined with wanting to end the game fast, I ended up betting all my money on some really crappy hands. Here is me a few minutes later losing: I ended up coming in second place and winning $30. Not too shabby for it being only my second time playing, and playing against some pretty aggressive opponents. All in all, it was a successful and entertaining night.
After my two-day work week last week, I just couldn't go back to the old four-day grind, so I'm taking off after work on Thursday to go camping! Yay!
I still have to pick up a few things before we leave... apparently I need a pair of shorts (which I don't own) and a pair of sunglasses (which I also don't own) and maybe even a hat, and maybe some hiking shoes? I don't know... wish me luck out there. This'll only be the 2nd time in my life I've been camping. My husband's an Eagle Scout though, so it shouldn't be too scary, right????
I saw this Holy Toast Maker at the store today. For some reason, I thought Shannon might like it. I was going to get it for her, but then I figured I'd just save my $6 and blog the sentiment instead. Enjoy, Shannon!
I'm happy to report that I've recovered nearly 100% from my battle with SARS. And I didn't end up going to the doctor. (Woo hoo, saved $35 plus prescriptions!) Thanks for all the kind words and advice everyone. (And no, you can't have my friggin' Barbie collection.)
I think I have the bird flu. Or tuberculosis. I'm now on day 7 of being super-sick. My nose is all chapped from blowing it so much. I'm still all filled up with flem and coughing up green egg yolks. It pains me to speak or cough. One side of my lymph nodes is swollen more than the other. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm generally against antibiotics, but I'm starting to consider it. At what point should someone go to a doctor for a cold?
Wow, what an emotional day. Today we had a sentencing hearing for this lady who was driving on a suspended license and with no insurance, and 9 miles over the speed limit. A 12-year-old boy didn't look both ways and stepped out in front of her car. He was in a coma for 2 months before he finally died. So today we had to decide what to do with the lady that hit him.
I had already made the gut-wrenching decision two months ago not to charge her with vehicular manslaughter. Yes, she broke the law by driving, and yes, it was _a_ cause of the boy's death, but, in my opinion, the boy stepping out in front of the car was the supervening cause of his death. In other words, if it wasn't her car, it might have been someone else's that he stepped out in front of.
The speed wasn't a deciding factor either. They say she would have hit him, even if she had been going the speed limit. The impact on him would not have been as severe, but no one can know whether he would have survived.
So the family made their victim impact statements today. I bawled my eyes out. Even the judge bawled. He was sobbing as he rendered her sentence. The lady ended up with $1300 in fines, $4000 in restitution for burial expenses, 2 years probation, and one year of suspended jail.
I'm kinda light-headed, so this is going to be a stream-of-consciosness-type post. I've been sick as a dawg for about 4 days now. The only time I've left the house this entire weekend (including Monday) was to meet Ashlee Simpson & rent movies on the way back home from that.
I watched Derailed and Wedding Crashers. Both were pretty good. I wondered where the hell Derailed was going after like the first 15 minutes, but then it picked up really quickly and had lots of twists and turns. My advice is to push through; keep watching, even if you hate extra-marital affairs and rape scenes.
Wedding Crashers was cute. I think I'm officially over Owen Wilson now though. And officially madly, deeply in love with Clive Owen. Mmmm.... Anyway, back to Wedding Crashers. I got to see Brian's sister's boyfriend in it, so that was kinda cool. He was the cousin who says "Crabcakes and football - that's what Maryland DOES!" Apparenlty that's an often-quoted part of the movie. ((Shrug)) It's a ringtone available here if you want it.
Anyway... this weekend I also started watching a show I thought was really cool. It's called Little People, Big World. It's about this family where the mom and dad are dwarves, and they have twin boys, one of which is a dwarf and the other of which is not. They also have two other children who are both average height. I found the show extraordinarily compelling.
So now I know what to do about an issue I was having with my myspace. Coincidentally, a lot of "little people" have been sending me friend requests lately. Now, as a general rule, I don't approve people I don't know, mostly because I don't want to get their random bulletins. But I do make an exception for other tall people. Now I think I'm going to make an exception for little people. Watching the show, I totally understand why they would want to friend-request me, even if they don't know me. We're two sides of the same coin.
So Saturday I was super-sick and hanging out at home in my pajamas all day. At about 4:45 pm, Brian calls and asks if I want to meet Ashlee Simpson. Apparently, he knows someone who knows someone. The catch is that the Meet & Greet is from 5-6pm, and I was at least a 30 minute drive from the venue, and still in my pajamas.
So I figure, why the hell not? Yes, I could be made fun of for it perpetually, but, then again, who really cares? At the very least, it'd be an interesting tidbit for the hungry bloggees. And as long as she doesn't sing or do a ho-down-dance, it ain't gonna hurt.
So I scramble to get ready, jump in the car and head for the House of Blues. We pretty much made it just in time. Ashlee was walking out as we were walking in. She stopped to say hello to us (thinking we were radio contest winners) and then her people snapped some photos of us and dragged her away.
I wanted to ask about her new nose (which I must say was quite impressive in-person), but all we really had time to do was make a quick height-quip & get a picture.
She was really, really tiny. I know everyone says that when they meet celebrities, but, really, it was shocking. Like 5'1", 90 lbs. We surrounded her and asked if she felt like she was trapped at the bottom of a well. She smiled and didn't really say anything else, other than, "It was nice meeting you.. yada yada yada."
So yeah, that was my random Saturday celebrity-encounter.
So the guy in the pics below is none other than Mr. Britney Spears himself, Kevin Federline. Apparently, he got all shaved and combed and de-wormed for this magazine cover shoot. Here's the full story.
So good job to everyone who participated in the poll. Allison & Housekeeper seem to have been the only ones who figured out who it really was, so super-special kudos to you. Everyone else, good job in knowing a douchebag when you see it. You all proved the can't-polish-a-turd theory. Ooh.. except Rebecca. It was a mean trick. I'm sorry, sweets.