I’m not going to get into why this Jezebel piece so personally hits my sweet spot right now, but let’s just leave it at “it does”.
Also, a picture of Ryan Gosling that we’ll leave at “just cause”.
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I don’t usually watch The Real Housewives, which is to say I don’t set my TIVO to record it, but I somehow always manage to see it. I guess it’s on in repeats enough damn times (Law & Order style) that I always manage to catch it. The Real Housewives is the definition of reality television to me – just riveting and dramatic and horror inducing enough that I can’t help but look, but tacky and terrible and a horrible enough statement about our world that I generally don’t want to admit I watch it.
Last night’s part two of The Real Housewives of New York City was actually crazy enough to illicit a post…and not just a post but a little photo-shoppy fun to create the ultimate crib sheet. First, meet the players in case you’re not already intimately familiar with them…
And, here is the ultimate REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NYC RELATIONSHIP CRIB SHEET…and you all better read this, it took like half a day to build in photoshop!
Yes, apparently I am in the minority to have been paying my fair share (or more) over the years. And in Adam’s defense it has always been that way with me. I don’t know why. I could certainly probably get used to someone paying my way…actually that might make me totally uncomfortable. Nevermind.
Yeah. Disappointing. And now he’ll probably never let me do it again (of course I’ll forget it wasn’t very fun and totally become obsessed with the idea again). I think it’s more about being extravagant and waited on and pampered than anything else – there’s something about being able to see movies still in theaters while in a giant king-sized bed hotel room and having someone bring me a sandwich and a milkshake that just really makes me feel happy inside. But it was a let down, I’ll try to hold on to that part of the equation so that it doesn’t happen again…
Yeah. I really don’t know what to say. I don’t know what freakish universe she’s living in, but in this one, you pretty much don’t do favors for people you hate, people who have treated people you love like crap, uneccessarily. Rigodamndiculous.
Yeah, this one seemed like it was going to be an epic battle, but it blew over pretty quickly. Maybe both of our memories are getting so bad that it’s harder to hang onto that internal rage. Adam says I like being mad. I say, nobody likes being mad, but it does take me longer to cool off than the average bear.
Guess what I’m unable to cool off about this morning? The fact that I went to a late showing of Vicky Cristina Barcelona last night with Adam and three bitches (THREE!) were texting at various times throughout the movie (which was a good movie – more on that later). And since it was a late show on a Tuesday night there were only like 30 people even in the huge theater. What the F!?! If your life is so exciting that you cannot put down the blackberry or phone for 96 minutes then don’t buy an f’ing ticket. I am so sick of this. Does anyone live somewhere where this kind of thing doesn’t happen? If so, please let me know and I’ll pack my bags now. I’m so fed up with disrespectful people. I just don’t get it.
That’s right, and not only did I get an awesome “Tuesday present for no reason whatsover” but Adam remains the Michael Jordan of gift buying (are we still using Michael Jordan as an example of awesome things? I so need to catch up on my pop culture – sigh) – as he got me a book by an author I love that I didn’t even know was out. Yay! The book, for the record, is The Girl On The Fridge by Etgar Keret. It’s a collection of short fiction and if it’s half as awesome as the first collection of his short fiction that I read (The Nimrod Flipout) then it will blow my mind (again).
Here’s a picture – since the cover is also awesome.
It’s true. I’m totally not badass enough for this gift. But it’s one of the best gifts I have ever received in my life. There’s something so encouraging and supportive about this gift (while still being badass) – like Adam just wants me to go running after my dreams even if they’re ridiculous and likely unachievable.
It’s also a nice reminder that the people who love us see us very differently than we see ourselves. To Adam it makes sense that I could end up a bass player in a badass little band (even though I’m 32 and not really musically gifted). I have to say, like all couples, Adam and I have our problems, but when it comes to being supportive and believing in me, I don’t think there’s anyone in the world better at that than Adam.
Also of note is the fact it’s possible the universe really does want me to be a musician.
Despite the fact that I was a terrible coronet (similar to the trumpet) player in elementary/middle school (perhaps because I really wanted to play the drums and the band teacher and my parents talked me out of it – and forced the coronet – which I never even liked or showed interest in – onto me – thanks guys – could’ve been a rockstar by now!); in the last five or six years, two wonderful supportive people have bought me musical instruments that I love and have fantasized about knowing how to play. A wonderful friend of mine from Los Angeles knew I desperately wanted to learn how to play the violin, and one day when she was purchasing a cello for herself (a dream of hers) she just bought me one. How amazing is that?!
I’m ashamed to say that I was a very busy girl then, as I am now, and I was also a bit afraid of it, and I never signed up for lessons, and so it instead remains a beautiful piece of art in my house, rather than an “instrument” but this bass gift from Adam has reminded me how much I want those other things in life that seem so out of reach, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them keep getting away from me. So, lack of musical talent be damned, badass bass/violinst here I come…
Ugh. Sometimes I hate drawing…last night was one of those nights. I have a sneaking suspicion it will be this way all week. Sigh. Poor me. Anyway, the mystery continues tomorrow…hopefully with better art 😉
Okay, so here’s how this happened. Saturday Adam asked if he could draw something on one of the stories I was reading for my writing group. He then said he wanted to draw a man with a little penis. Of course I said no, he then asked if he could draw a big penis with a little man. He meant a little guy but with a giant penis, but this is what I saw in my head…and it was just too hilarious an idea not to share with all of you, so all this week (or maybe just a couple days until I run out of ideas) The Tragic Penis-Man will be guest starring in Rabid Lamb. Enjoy! Or not.
Saw Iron Man on Sunday. Thought it was great. Definitely in the upper echelon of comic book films. And my man Favreau is looking good (as Stark’s security guard/driver).
Am home sick this morning with what seems to be minor food poisoning. Hoping to go into work soon…but every time I make a move to do something productive (like get dressed) I get sick again. Yay!