Rushmore. Awesome. And A Very Long Engagement. Sad and beautiful. For as much as she made me feel good in Amelie, she makes me sad in A Very Long Engagement.
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After yoga I always feel my body rebeling against the relax. It is like this constant relax and pull where my muscles think, “It feels good to be relaxed, but shit, it is so unnatural.”
I always hope that the next time I go to yoga class that my muscles will completely give into the relax. I have yet for that to happen.
Share on FacebookWho leaves one freaking tissue in the box and doesn’t replace them?!?!?!?! My allergies are on high alert today and now all I have is my hand, sleeve, or other article of clothing to rid myself of the trickle.
Yes. I admit. Someone must have pissed in my wheaties this morning. I hate when people go through my stuff, or take something and not leave things as they found them. It is like the one day I came into my office to see that my desk had been moved and all of my stuff was in disarray. And I never say anything. Because I am just that kind of person.
I think I need to get out for a walk.
Share on FacebookThis weekend was draining. I drove home from Santa Rosa, which is a 2 hour drive, on Monday morning. I pulled over somewhere in Fairfield to sleep because I was too tired to continue on the freeway. Short of being abducted by truckers, I can get a pretty peaceful sleep… but… anyway… my sister called about 30 minutes after I stopped, waking me up. I had been sound asleep. I decided to stop at Starbucks (which is my new freaking addiction) and then head on home.
When I got home, I hit the bed, and essentially became comatose. I dreamt that the Big A came into the house, walked back to my room, kneeled next to my bed and told me that he hit a bunny rabbit on his way to my house. I was unable to respond, even after he shook me. So he picked me up to take me to the hospital. About 3 hours after I laid down, I woke up. And you know how when you wake up from a deep sleep and your body is super heavy? Well I couldn’t really et out of bed. It took me like 30 minutes to get up. And then I napped deeply about an hour after I got up. And I went to bed at 10 and slept straight through to my alarm this morning.
I hope that I am just catching up on some much needed sleep and that this isn’t more serious.
Share on FacebookYou know, even after the martini tasting on Wednesday (see post below), I still manage to be the responsible one. Apparently for EVERY OTHER event than when I go out with the Big A for a martini tasting.
This weekend was the second of a double-header of weddings. If I were a gambling woman, I would put all my money on this last marriage not lasting. Isn’t that terrible to say? But standing in the back row while they were reciting their vows, I was moved to tears. Not by what they were saying, but by the fact that this time next year there was probably going to be the preverbial blood and guts.
Dude. And if one more person asked me when Winemonkey and I are getting married. There were punches to throw. After the last two weddings and the horror stories that surface from recent brides during the $25,000 buffet dinner, who the hell wants to get married? I say, “courthouse, here we come.”
Share on FacebookThis post can also be named, “Why Michelle should never drink a bazillion martinis in one night.”
I think at some point someone wanted me to do a martini tasting review last night. I am lucky I didn’t get carried into the house. There was no way I was going to post. I did however burn my hair on a candle in the bathroom at the restaraunt. I don’t know how, but all I can smell is burnt hair. I should be thankful that it wasn’t bad and that I can’t tell where it happened, save for the stink. I also pulled out one GIANT matte of hair. I think I am lucky that I have any hair left at all!
Since it will be a while before the Big A gets me the pictures and supplimentary information, I just want to say that I had a good time and that the people working at Ink are awesome. They make a damn fine martini. And to all of the boys who let me buy them drinks – if I run into you again, you OWE me (Leroy, E-squared – I am talking to you)!
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