And we're back....

You know, that last post was a bit strained. My peeps (ahem) have been bugging me to start blogging again, but I just didn't know what to say. Three seconds after I uploaded the last post I stumbled onto this:


And now I'm speechless not because I don't have anything to say, but because I have too much. And none of it is very nice. Excuse me while I stop my brain from exploding.

Money money money money.

I've been spending money like a redneck who just won the lottery. Well, not really, but I could certainly do better - pay off some credit cards etc. But since this is the first time in my life that I have a job that pays relatively well, and a new apartment to make "homey," it's been a bit tough holding back. Plus, it's my first holiday season as a "married person" and I want the house to look DONE when J gets back from his field exercise next week. Here's hoping.

Why oh why is every print on Etsy so effing infantile? What is this cultural obsession with 40 year old men acting like frat boys (Forgetting Sara Marshall, Knocked Up, etc.) and grown women buying into all the kitsch??? If I have to see another kewpie - looking portrait, or another drawing with some sort of heart motif. or another fantasy/vampire/wanna be pin up girl print, or another screen print of a g-damn bunny I will vomit all over the keyboard. What the hell are those of us who want non-bare walls to do? Sigh.

P.S. I wanted to post examples of what I'm talking about, but decided against it. Because "artists" who have zero taste may still have feelings. Also, I really don't want to get sued.

Good girl

How cute is Posh's new haircut? I wish I could pull this off...

Bueno!

There is a little auto mechanic shop in Fontana (yes I was in Fontana) named "Si Se Puede Smog Check." I laughed out loud, but then realized that at least they were using the phrase in its natural way. For those of you who don't know, Wikipedia says this:

Sí, se puede (Spanish for "Yes, It can be done!" or "Yes, you (formal) can do it!") is the motto of the United Farm Workers. In 1972, during Cesar Chavez's 25 day fastPhoenix, Arizona, he and UFW's co-founder, Dolores Huerta came up with the slogan.^[1] in

The phrase has been widely adopted by other labor unions and civil rights organizations and drew widespread political and media attention as a rallying cry during the 2006 U.S. immigration reform protests

I, for one, would love to take my car to "Yes, it can be done!" smog check. Yes, please. I would not, however, love to go to a United Farmworkers rally.

Wedding teaser

We did it! The wedding has finally come and gone (pictures will be posted soon), and it was a success (with all the little dramas of the day, at the end of it all we are married, after all). At this point, it is still all a giant blur. I don't remember much of the ceremony, except it being very funny at moments, like when I almost fell walking down the slippery aisle, or when I couldn't get J's ring onto his finger, or when we both started repeating after the Rabbi when we were not supposed to. No wedding is perfect, but it's the little things that make it "yours."

We had very little time for pictures, b/c the hair and makeup took soooo long. The groomsmen were rowdy, and very hard to get them to stand still. J's family is huge, and to get them all into a picture was an adventure, so by the time all that was done we had almost no time for portraits. The photographer was amazing, and she snapped some photos of just the two of us later in the night, outside by a fountain and a fireplace, so hopefully those will turn out well.

My dad's toast was hilarious. I don't know if he got the "toast, not roast" concept, but it worked. Everyone was cracking up and tearing up at the same time. My beautiful bridesmaids all spoke, and each one made me cry. J's boys also did well - he has amazing friends who really love him a lot, and it showed.

The hora was out of control. I never thought that many people would participate, but I swear the entire wedding was out on the dance floor, surrounding us in circles. Once the chairs were up in the air, it was absolutely insane. The sheer terror of falling, combined with watching everyone dance around us was totally surreal and wonderful.

At the end of it all, what we really wanted was a good party. Lots of yummy food, great music (the DJ was a superstar!) and an open bar didn't hurt, either. The last few hours of the reception were my absolute favorite. All our friends and immediate family stuck around til the very end, drinking, dancing, goofing off. There was an impromptu rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody by all the guys, a chorus of "I got friends in low places" and a hilarious serenade of "You've lost that loving feeling." Faith and Ryan performed their gift to us, an interpretive dance set to "Power of love" by Huey Lewis. We laughed so hard we almost cried. I was dancing around with bottles of beer in my well-manicured hands.

I wish it lasted longer. I wish we could repeat it over and over, so that I wouldn't miss a single moment. I wish there were 500 cameras following us around all day. But at the end of the day, I have a husband who loves me in a way I've always wanted to be loved, and whom I adore to the moon and the stars. I couldn't have asked for more.

It's hot in hell...and lonely!

Sometimes I feel like my life will never be "normal," whatever that may mean. I want calmness, stability, and predictability, with a good dose of fun thrown in. Instead, I have constant upheavals - the Bar, planning a wedding, moving, etc.

J and I have moved into our new apartment in Corona, CA. It was affordable, it's closer to the base where J is stationed, and not too far from OC where all my friends are. The move has been relatively easy - everything works, and I now have cable and internet. The new couch arrives today! But I still feel uneasy. Planning a wedding to an active duty military guy is not something I would recommend, especially with the current status of world affairs. I keep worrying about him not being able to make the wedding constantly. Needless to say, this has not made for an enjoyable pre-wedding period. More than anything, I'm pissed off that I don't even get to enjoy THIS. But that's the price we pay. I keep telling myself that I knew what I was getting into, I "let" him enlist, and I'm so proud of him. But no amount of foresight can ever prepare you for what actually happens. The constant worry, not knowing if your future husband will even make his own wedding because of something stupid, missing him like crazy, not being able to be in the same household even after we are married, all of that is inhumanely difficult. Thank G*d for my girls - you all are awesome, even if it wouldn't hurt you to drive out here to the boonies and visit :-)

On a brighter note, tomorrow is my bachelorette fiasco. We're going out to dinner and then to a "wine lounge." And Steph has just asked me whether me wearing "anything with male genitalia" on it is out of the question. Stay tuned for more, including photos!

Wedding update

The Bar is over. The wedding crunch is here. Here is what has happened in the last couple of weeks:
1. My wedding planner (whom I adored) at the hotel had to go into emergency surgery and is not back at work. Another planner is supposed to take over for her.
2. My Rabbi canceled due to a "family event" he could not get out of...2 days before the bar. I've found a replacement Rabbi, hope she works out.
3. My florist has been "promoted" at the florist company and is no longer my florist. The owner does not have a clue who will take over for him, but I'm assured it will be fine. I may have believed her, but she had no idea what kind of flowers they were supposed to be using, nor anything else that I've discussed with my original florist.

If any of my other vendors decide to get promoted, get sick, or have a family event to got to...please tell me BEFORE THE EFFING WEDDING!!!!

P.S. I (think) I have stayed as calm as possible considering everything. But I now see why some brides may get ridiculously overstressed. Here's a suggestion: the only person who is allowed to call a bride "bridezilla" is the bride herself. Unless she is being a monumental bitch, cut the girl some slack. Because while wedding planning is fun and exciting, it is also incredibly stressful. And this comment in no way suggests that I have been called "bridezilla" by my near and dear. Just a general comment on the status of affairs.

Oh what the !*#*!

Shiz. I haven't posted since April. Well. I guess I have some catching up to do. I've been MIA mainly b/c so much crap is going on that I feel like I can never post enough to cover it all, and I become paralyzed at the prospect. Let me catch you up. I passed my last set of finals, graduated law school, planned a wedding (mostly) and am now 2 days away from taking the California Bar. Just typing that made me exhausted, I may require a nap now. More details to follow after the test to end all tests.

This is why it is worth it

I'm in full-on finals mode. J is in the kitchen doing nasty, crusty dishes. He's also doing laundry at the same time. This morning he brought me IHOP breakfast take-out. Then he brought me Jamba Juice and went grocery shopping. Yesterday he picked up chinese. On Friday night I was craving frozen yogurt when all the yogurt shops were already closed. So he went to the store and got me ice cream and raspberries. Weekends like this make me wonder how I manage to tie my own shoes when he's not around. Sure, I'm capable of taking care of myself - I do it 95% of the time. The other 5% is priceless.

It's too late for Earth Day

I love the Earth as much as the next human being living on it (DUH). I venture into Whole Foods, I don't litter etc. etc. When these sorta cute "I'm not a Plastic Bag" bags came out a while ago I briefly thought about getting one (very very briefly). But then I saw the second version online somewhere. Much more my style. The girl who thought this up can be my friend any time.

I couldn't help myself

I highly dislike Mariah Carey. That's to put it lightly. So when I saw this picture, after vomiting in my mouth a little, I had to post it. What the eff is going on in this photo?
1. She knows how big the pic will be and is thus trying to fit her whole body into it. [hahaha when I first typed this I typed "hole"]
2. She is bending over so the photographer has a good shot of her enormous cleavage.
3. Her "skirt" is so short, she didn't wear underpants and is trying to avoid flashing her "South Florida." This is the least likely option as I'm pretty sure no one wears "skirts" this short unless they WANT everyone to see their "South Florida."

SKANK.

Photo by Humberto Carreno/Startraks from People.com

Oh no she di'int!

I got tagged. I got tagged good by Faithsalutes. As I'm in the midst of finals panic, I can't promise this will be very entertaining. So here's the story. To make it a bit more interesting, I will come up with some half-assed crazy things about myself, then I will ask J to come up with his best "top crazy things about Helen." I'm sure he can come up with many, many more than 6. I will post them all in a future post to make up for my lame ones. So here it goes.

The rules:

* link to the person that tagged you
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

Here it goes.

1. I procrastinate by telling myself that I cannot concentrate on work until the house (or at least my room) is clean. Whatever. At least the cleaning gets done.

2. Up until my late teens I used to eat apples and pears whole. I'd munch on the core and swallow the seeds. People made fun of me. I had no idea why - why waste deliciousness?

3. I have never cheated on a test. I think the guilt would kill me.

4. I judge people by whether they put their bare feet up on my coffee table. Only the select few can get away with it, and even then it totally grosses me out.

5. I don't think bathroom humor is at all funny. I also judge people by whether they find it funny.

6. I print out or bookmark numerous recipes that I swear I'm going to cook. I have only made one dish from all of those. I keep telling myself (and J) that it is because I don't have the appropriate kitchen gadgets or the correct size of pot/dish/skillet. I feel smug when he seemingly buys it.

I'm tagging (I have 4 friends with blogs. So sue me):
Steph
Jen
Kristina
Alethea

Martha Martha Martha

I need to make these. I don't bake - major dilemma! Maybe starting with a souffle is not the best idea? How cute are these, though? Get the recipe here. And if you make it I want a taste!

Photo courtesy of MarthaStewart.com

Uh...hello? Anyone there?

Will blog soon. Promise. A month of craziness = no motivation to blog. I will be back (with a vengeance)!

What I will not be watching on friday night

Um. Netflix has gone insane. Something called "Breastford Wives" is in its new comedy releases. For your reading pleasure, here is the description of the "comedy":

"Taylor Wane and Glori-Anne Gilbert star in this erotic Stepford Wives takeoff. After moving to quiet Breastford, Rob and Laura are visited by the town's luscious and insatiable Women's Association. The Breastford wives' libidos are in overdrive, and Rob and Laura set out to uncover the truth … no matter what it takes. Only the town's controlling mayor knows the secret behind the ladies' wanton behavior."

I think I figured out what I want to do after law school. I want to be the person who writes captions for "comedies."

Now's she really done it

As if we all need more reasons to hate Rachel Ray. Today, I stumbled onto her website b/c of a pic of Ray with Sarah Michelle Gellar that freaked me out. My girl crush on SMG has been documented before, but as of now she's skating on very thin ice. And this is a direct result of glancing at the Ray's page. Here is why. Check it out. Witness the tabs at the top: "Rach home," "the Rach blog (!!!)," "Rach's charity," as well as a tab for "Yum-O." I do not have the energy to actually click on the "Yum-O" tab, and perhaps that is for the best. I am a bit surprised that underneath all the "Rach" tabs it does not say "Rach is short for Rachel Ray." After all, she has to explain that "EVOO" stands for "extra virgin olive oil" every effing time she uses the acronym. There may be some of us who need to know what "Rach" stands for. Right?

Photo courtesy of Gellarfan.org
(I'm wary of getting sued by "Rach" in case I'm not allowed to be negative)

Food Porn

I stumbled on the Sunday Nite Dinner blog this morning. Holy guacamole! Browse around, the pics and the recipes are insane. Yum yum yum. Plus, they have step-by-step instructions and photos of each step!

How many lawyers does it take to get off an island?

You know those nights where just about everything is funny? Last night was one of those. A bunch of us went to a house party thrown by our friend Joel. Joel's house is in Newport Beach/Costa Mesa area, right past Triangle Square. So we caravan over there, a bunch of ppl piled into 2 cars. We pull over to park, and there is the largest sobriety check point known to man across the street from Joel's. No worries, as we are a pretty responsible bunch, but we do think it's pretty funny. And the check point was HUGE. The street was blocked off, there was about 50+ cops out there, those ginormous stadium lights, and a drunk tank. Not only that, but the Newport Beach Police Department sent out a press release regarding this very checkpoint earlier in the week! So this is literally the MOTHER of all checkpoints. Anyways. We go to Joel's, fun is had by all. I have my 2.5 beers, we laugh, we make fun of ppl, the usual. When it is time to leave, we are very much aware that the checkpoint is still there. Now our driver, Nicole, is totally sober. The rest of us are very close to sober. Responsible law students! The car is parked literally on the other side of the street from the checkpoint. We get in the car, aware that we are being watched by the entire Newport Beach police force, and drive forward. We need to turn around to get back home, but none of us want to deal with the checkpoint. So we decide to take side streets. And this is where it gets good. The Newport-Costa Mesa border is literally a bunch of twisty-turney little streets, a maze of beach apartment complexes. And we get lost. We drive around narrow alleys for a good 20 minutes. There are dead ends. All the alleys look alike. We have no idea how to get out. It's like Bourne Identity, minus Matt Damon, but with a car full of shrieking idiots. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a very long time. And then one of us brilliantly remembers that we went over a tiny bridge at one point! Apparently we were stuck on some sort of island, driving around in circles, trying to avoid a checkpoint. Yes. An island. Somehow, we got back over the bridge, and eventually found our way out of the maze. Good times were had by all. And hats off to Nicole! Thanks for driving!

Oh my God...Becky look at her butt!

This is awesomeness. They just don't make music like that anymore. And it's such a shame! Thanks to Jen from the Jennsylvania blog for alerting the world to this wonder. And kids, hurry, because this "Platinum Badonkadonk Edition" is not available in stores. (is that how you spell "badonkadonk"?)

I saw it on Oprah

Run out right now and buy this stuff. Yum. Tastes like real ice cream - and it's 14o calories! I'm hooked.

YES

For all you Project Runway fans out there - Victoria Beckham is going to be the guest judge for the finals!!! Love her. She's proof incarnate that sometimes, even if very seldom, money CAN buy style. And I have to respect that she is literally a caricature of herself. If that's not brilliant, I don't know what is.

Photos courtesy of Star Tracks

I miss her!

Yes. I am well aware that it is trendy to hate Gwyneth Paltrow. There are numerous things about her that annoy me too. But she has that "something" that very few actresses possess. Love her or hate her, the girl can dress! And it is refreshing to see someone so "Hollywood" refuse to feed into the starlet machine. And seeing photos of her at the Gucci event this past week only reminded why she was, at one point, my absolute favorite.

Photos courtesy of www.justjared.com

Details, details

The only thing I've figured out about my wedding is what "look" I'm going for. The dress has been ordered, and now it is time for the "little things." Which we all know are never really "little" - as the saying goes, "the devil is in the details." Here is some stuff that I really like. I guess I have a vintage-y theme emerging. And oh how I love those blue shoes!!! The Fantana hairpin is stunning, but it is $250! I do have a budget...

7 weeks to go!!!!

I got the best news ever. He's coming back and very soon! Can't post the exact date, but think mid-March. I hope they don't change it now!!!

Netflix is taking over my brain

I have a confession to make. I have a HUGE girl crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar. There, I said it. I also hate horror movies, so I have not seen her on the big screen in ages, since she's been doing those stupid scary Grudge movies. So I was really excited to order Suburban Girl on Netflix. Granted, it went straight to DVD, and granted Alec Baldwin is in it, I thought I'd take a chance. I don't really know whether I liked or hated it. I waver. I'm very disappointed in the fact that it could've been really good - the screen play was decent, I can see what they were trying to do, but it just did not work on screen. I have never seen 2 people have less chemistry than Sarah Michelle and the Baldwin. She was probably completely disgusted at having to make out with a bloated oaf. Hence the lack of screen chemistry. But isn't this something the movie people should've screen-tested before production? Lame. And oh, Hollywood? Just for future reference, Alec Baldwin is great in 30 Rock - precisely b/c he plays a bloated oaf, and he's got great comedic chops. But the time of casting him as a leading man is OVER (if there ever was such a time at all). So just stop.

I want...

My obsession with cupcakes has no bounds. I'm seriously considering wedding cupcakes in addition to a smallish wedding cake. When all the fancy cupcake bakeries started popping up everywhere my obsession was finally validated. Imagine my glee when I saw the following items on Crate and Barrel's website:

It better be a nice handbasket

Anti-smoking commercials make me want to light up. Thinking about exercise makes me want to sleep. Reading about how bad preservatives/hormones/pesticides/meat products are for my health makes me go and microwave a Pepperoni and Sausage Lean Pocket. I'm a rebel, I tell you. Without a cause. Or shame.

Riiiiiight

I love beauty products. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a total product junkie. But this is ridiculous. It's $200!!!! For hair treatment oil! I think the marketers thought using verbiage like "affects change at the surface cuticle, the inner cortex, and the core medulla levels of the hair shaft" will make women forget the price tag. Personally, I did not know that my core medulla levels were inadequate. So sue me. If anyone has tried this and can explain to me why it's so freaking expensive I will retract my indignation.

Ted Gibson "Goodnite Hair Repair Serum" photo courtesy of Sephora.com. And I cannot get this f-ing post to look normal. The font situation is not good. Blogger is being "mentally challenged." I give up.

Best thing since sliced bread

I signed up for Netflix. Finally. And I don't know why I hadn't done it before. I love love love movies, I hate hate hate paying $11+ to see one in a crowded theater. Exhibit one: when we saw 27 Dresses last week, it was $10.50 for a "student" ticket - more than that for a normal one. We sat in good seats, but were promptly joined by 2 hobos who proceeded to mumble through the entire thing. The man hobo got up 100 times, brought back food for the female hobo, who was wearing a night shirt and smelled like a sewer. I'd rather watch movies in my own living room, hence the decision to sign up for Netflix. Plus, there are hundreds of movies that are not in the theaters anymore that I'd love to see, and hundreds that I don't want to see enough to pay ticket prices for, but still want to watch. Because my life is so boring right now, I will play movie reviewer, in case my 2 readers care.

(1) Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightly. Blah. It was OK enough, I guess. The guy playing Mr. Darcy was completely miscast. Colin Firth he was not. Not good looking enough, and this guy only had one facial expression = constipated. Like a blank wall. Keira was decent, but not great - it's like she and the other actors didn't know what to do with the bland Darcy, and thus everyone else in the movie was overacting. Final grade = 3 out of 5.

(2) Marie Antoinette with Kirsten Dunst. Let me preface this by saying i HATE Kirsten Dunst. But the movie I did not hate. It was gorgeously filmed, well-directed. The clothes and colors were gorgeous. Sort of a weird combo of period drama and a modern indie flick. I liked the idea, although I don't necessarily think it worked out all that well. And Molly freakin Shannon was in it as one of the courtiers. Good to know that Molly Shannon only has one character she can play. Herself. Final grade = 3.5

Next up, Waitress. This one better be good!

P.S. I'd like to give a quick shout out to Steph, who provided the Sprinkles cupcakes for the movie extravaganza. Sprinkles never fails in putting me in a sugar coma. What the hell do they put in that frosting, crack?

Update: Waitress was awesome! Love love love. My girl crush on Keri Russell is fully rekindled.

My bridesmaids better be nice to me

On Monday, the girlies and I went to see 27 Dresses. With my current mood, I haven't felt like seeing anything other than chick flicks in a while. So this one came at a perfect time! And as far as chick flicks go, it was good. Frothy, cute boys, relatively cute clothing. I've had a girl crush on Katherine Heigl for a while now (a crush not shared by Jonathan, who's just plain weird). But I gotta tell you, they really succeeded in making her look like the dowdy sister. That brown hair was atrocious. And the makeup was not good. Matted and muddy is not a good look on anyone. And half of the wardrobe...gross! Laura Ashley prints??? Katherine!!!! I'm so glad you're back to your normal blonde and glowy self. And if I were you, I'd kick the make up artist on that movie in the groin.

Painter of kitch

I saw an ad for this thing in some magazine a while ago, and almost threw up.

Can someone explain the Thomas Kinkade obsession to me? WTF? He sells his shit at "galleries" at the mall!!! Painter of light? I'm all about American culture. I love it. I do. But this crap is literally what is wrong with America. How anyone can consider this "art" is beyond me. Just as I cannot forgive certain rappers for infecting their own "culture" by glorifying violence, drug use, and hatred of women, I cannot forgive this so-called "painter" for infecting the mall-going middle America with this absolutely ludicrous excuse for "art." Thoughts?

"Have a happy period."

I've been meaning to blog about this for a looooong time, but kept forgetting. This commercial drives me INSANE. I want to laugh, cry, and call my Congressman (woman? Who is my Congressman/woman?). African girls are missing school because they don't have American tampons??? Who is dumb enough to fall for this? The rest of the world gets by. For thousands of years women got by. Surely there are other ways to deal with that one week out of the month? This has to be the most flagrant, self aggrandizing piece of propaganda couched in "save the world" sentimentality. I guess all it takes to send African girls to school is tampons. I don't know why we haven't figured that one out before! If you don't donate/send tampons/whatever you are depriving these girls of an education! Stingy stingy stingy. For some reason, I think stopping the ongoing waives of genocide happening all over the continent is going to do much more for these girls' education than tampons. Call me crazy. Or call your Congressman (or woman. If it's a woman, ask her to send over some feminine hygiene products).

Project Awesome

I, like millions of other people, religiously watch Project Runway. Always. Every week. I DVR it, I watch it without commercial interruptions, sometimes I even watch it again. And I gotta tell you, this season has been less than impressive. I relatively like almost all of the designers, obviously some more than others. But there was no one I had super strong feelings about all season. And the clothes up until now have been sort of blah and disappointing. I think that is partly due to the fact that the challenges have been lame. Menswear? Who cares. Remaking fat-girl clothes? Stupid. The prom dress challenge could've been good, but the results (the clothes) were atrocious. Except for Sweet P's champagne silk gown (not shown).


(Photos courtesy of Bravotv.com)

And then they came up with THIS. When I heard that it was going to be an avant garde challenge, I knew it was sink or swim. If you can't pull this off, then you have no business calling yourself a designer. But holy shit! How freaking amazing was Chris and Christian's design? I literally gasped. So did Nina. I've never seen her gasp. And the girlies, Jillian and Victoria (who bugs the living crap out of me) did very well also. The coat is amazing! Finally, Project Runway is living up to its reputation. Here's hoping next week's challenge brings us something good!

Update: Forgot to mention that my usual M.O., when watching Project Runway is to sit on the couch, making snarky comments about what I'm seeing to my roommate, and if I'm really lucky, I bring in my laptop and shoot comments back and forth with Faithsalutes. Perfect way to spend the evening.

Here we go again

...and I'm back. Sorry for the lack of posting lately, but I've been in the black hole of laziness that is my parents' house in the Bay Area. Let me sum up my vacation. Sleep - eat - read - eat - sleep - eat - read etc. I didn't even watch TV! Oh how I needed that. School starts on Tuesday, and I'm ready to get my last semester over with...and I'm mentally preparing for the Bar. Blah.
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There was ONE thing that happened over the last two weeks - I got a wedding dress! It was by sheer dumb luck. It was not what I was looking for, but apparently what I was originally looking for was a horrible idea. Which just goes to show you - gotta try shiz on. I would've never picked this dress based on what it looked like on the hanger. But now I can't imagine wearing anything else.

Ladies, I gotta tell you. This wedding dress search/try on extravaganza is crazy. Some salespeople take themselves VERY seriously. God bless the poor lady who almost wept as she forced a TIARA (!) on my head, and then a long veil. Y'all know me - do I look like I wear tiaras or veils???? I literally had to pry her hands off my head. When I tell you I don't want a tiara I mean it.

And one other thing I've learned from the experience - apparently when the salesperson asks you "what do you want to look like" the correct answer is "like a princess." That is the only acceptable answer. I guess everyone (except for me and at least one other very stylin' lady that I know, you know who you are) wants to be a freaking princess. Why, I have no idea. Can someone explain this to me? Is it Disney's fault? Daddy issues?
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Oh yeah. I can cross some stuff off my "to do/to see/to read" lists. Juno = awesomeness. Loved it. L-O-V-E-D. I finally read "Love in the Time of Cholera" and I don't see what the big deal is. I am a big fan of classic epic love stories, but this one just did not do anything for me. Sorry to Mr. Marquez, I hope he and his Nobel Prize for literature are very happy together.