Way to go Mavs...

Way. To. Go.

Don't you realize what the past two weeks have been like for me? Not just in basketball watching, but in other areas of life as well? Don't you know that a win was all I needed to bring things back up again?

I expect Jason Kidd at my office by 3pm to mop up my tears. It's the least you can do.

**Update**

Really? Avery? Really? That's the solution? No. How about trying something else. Damn Mavericks.

Wait, it's not the Players...It's the franchise and the people who run it.

Okay...Their time is almost through. Give us ten years and we will be awesome again....promise.

Hors de prix...

As I mentioned before, I saw two good movies this past weekend. Both were almost worth the price of admission. They would be worth the price of admission if the price of admission weren't $11-$13.00. Let's talk about why people engage in a thing called "piracy." Most of the movies those movie moguls make aren't worth over $5. Come oooooon people...

Now, for the good stuff.

Yes I saw Baby Momma.

I'm going to say it right now, I didn't have high expectations. Sorry guys. Yes, I am a female who participates in the world of comedy, and yes I do love Tina Fey, BUT I pretty much thought this movie was going to suck. I was pleasantly surprised because the movie, in fact, did not suck. I laughed a lot. I still don't buy Amy Poehler as a twenty-something, but that's cool. Greg Kinnear was also a nice touch.

The second movie (actually, I saw this movie first) was Priceless...



I loved this movie. A lot. Yes, Audrey Tautou needs to eat a sandwich. But once you get beyond her bones, this movie was really delightful! I laughed a lot! Like, a lot a lot. It was sweet and romantic and times, but really funny! Go see it. It's French and it translates quite nicely.

Allergy update: Still there. Still sucking. Still red-eyed and sleepy all of the time. Someday I will be cured when we kill off all of our plants and have to rely on artificial plants to keep us alive. I bet those artificial plants will be allergen free...

The Cure To Seasonal Allergies...

I am from North Texas. Most everyone in North Texas carries the lovely burden of having loads of allergies. People who are from North Texas who say they don't have allergies, have allergies. That "cold" they get twice a year, is allergies.

Well, it's that time of year again...and my allergies are killer. It started Friday when I got home from work. I ended up asleep a little after 8pm, which is odd because I remember texting some peeps and even talking to my friend Katie on the phone, but it must have been between allergy comas because I only have vague recollections of all of it. Friday night was followed my a morning of moving my dear friend Dave into his new apartment. By Saturday afternoon, I was out for the count.

And then I went to dinner and a movie with Curt Foxworth.

By the time I arrived home, I didn't have an allergy care in the world. Nope. Not kidding.

Sunday morning I awoke and the allergies were back. I went to Tucker Max rehearsal and by the end was out...again...for the count. I napped briefly and then called Curt.

I went to another dinner and another movie with Curt Foxworth.

By the time I arrived home, I didn't (again) have an allergy care in the world. Still not kidding.

This morning they are awful once again and I know, for a fact, that dinner and movie with Curt Foxworth is out of the question. So I will have to suffer through the day with itchy eyes and Zicam*. I do want to comment on the movies I saw this weekend, but I shall save that for tomorrow. I have a new task at work: payroll. And it's time to learn it...

Hold on. I'm jumping for joy.


Okay.


I'm through.


Enjoy your day.




* Side note to Dave Johnson: Really? You had to miss work today? Really? Do you know what the day will be like without you? Do you? Expect a phone call from me Mister. Just expect it.

Dear Molly,

Friday is not the day to give up coffee and drink a smoothie for breakfast because it's "healthier."

Please advise.

Sincerly,
Yourself

Cute Panda Wednesday!

Sport Stacking

There's a new competitive sport sweeping the nations elementary schools y'all. Sport Stacking.

I spent last Saturday watching kids Sport Stack. Don't you dare call it Cup Stacking, because it's not. It's Sport Stacking.

I freelance for the wonderful peeps of TP&R Casting. On Saturday, I spent the day streetcasting at the WSSA Southwest Illinois Sport Stacking Championships for an unnamed businesses new commercial ad campaign.

Here is a video to give you some visual:



I watched kids do that all day. They set up the competition in a high school gym. There was even sport stacking gear for sale. My favorite was a pair of sweatpants that read "Sport Stackers Kick Butt" on the butt of course.

At first I thought this was a pretty odd sport. And really, when I give it some thought, I can't help but think this game was invented by some drunk frat boyz sitting around one night, bored and drunk. They grew up, became elementary school gym teachers, and voila: one gym unit down, thirty to go.

I watched the opening processional and realized one thing. Sport Stacking is a sport that anybody can do. All these kids seemed to be on the nerdier, less athletic side of things, much like I was. Even physically disabled children have a chance to be part of a team and compete. What a neat little sport!

Sport Stacking even airs on ESPN. There are solo stackers, doubles, and relay teams.

The parents were soccer moms...but for Sport Stacking.

It was a true learning experience.

That being said, I still think drunk frat boyz invented the sport. I also really want to try it...

A Little Out Of My Routine

I don't normally like to discuss things like religious beliefs or politics on my blog, because I have mine. You have yours. Whatever...

But I read something this morning that I need to applaud and say, "Way to go you."

This was on one of the websites I read every morning:

"Azariah Southworth, host of the popular Christian youth show The Remix has done something radical (at least in the Christian world).

The host of over a year and a half has come OUT of the closet! As a homo! A gay!

Congrats on coming out!!!!!

Amen, we say. aMEN.

Southworth says, “This has been a long time coming. I’m in a place where I’m at peace with my faith, friends, family and more importantly myself. I know this will end my career in Christian television, but I must now live my life openly and honestly with everyone. This is my reason for doing this.”

The Remix is seen in more than 128 million homes worldwide. The show is in syndication and averages more than 200,000 viewers weekly.

Southworth has risen to fame in the Christian world and has been featured in different national publications, such as Charisma Magazine and many other religious media outlets.

Southworth adds, “I know I will be cut off from many within the Christian community, and if so, then they didn’t get the point of the life of Christ. I believe by me living my life honestly and authentically now, I am able to be a better person and a better Christian. We all know there are so many other gay people in the Christian industry; they’re just all scared. I was scared, but now I’m no longer afraid."

He probably just ruined his career in the Christian biz, but better free and happy than closed and oppressed."

That takes courage y'all. In perfect world (in my eyes) it wouldn't have to take courage, because it wouldn't matter who you loved, man, woman...whatever. But in this world it does.

Video Numero Tres!

See more funny videos at CollegeHumor

This is the third post in a row with a video. I just keep coming across videos on the internet that I really enjoy. What can I say?

I resisted the urge to post several videos on here today.

This is a music video for some French Pop Star directed by Michel Gondry. Michel Gondry would direct my life if my life were to be captured on film.

Happy Tuesday.

Friday Funday

It's Friday. Treat yourself to a short film at work.


Deleted Scenes (a short film) from Ryan Gielen on Vimeo.

In Hindsight...

I should have known today was going to be rough.

When my alarm went off this morning, I honestly thought is was Saturday. I turned off my alarm and thought, "Oh, what a relief that I can roll over and go back to sleep right now."

I then thought, "Oh wait...it's Friday. Well, at least it's Friday."

I rolled over and turned on the T.V. only to discover it is, in fact, Thursday.

I made it to work alright. No problems there.

Once at work, I sat down at my desk and went through the notes people had left me. I glanced at my page-a-day calendar and saw that it was already on Thursday, which is strange because I am very anal about changing the day, on the day. Except for of course on Mondays because I have to read through Saturdays and Sundays to get to Monday. I looked down at the note I was reading and realized someone had ripped off Wednesday and written their note on the back.

This is the third or fourth time that's happened.

Do people have no respect for others belongings? Oh, no. They don't.

I wrote a note and taped it to my calendar that reads:

This is not your scrap paper. Don't use it as such!

In order to lift myself up I decided, after lunch, to buy a cookie from the adorable little bakery by my office. They have really tasty cookies and cupcakes.

I got my umbrella and walked through the pouring rain, and it was pouring. Like crazy. My pants were soaked through when I stepped inside the bakery.

"At least I'll get a cookie." I thought.

Nope. They didn't have cookies today. Only muffins. So I got a chocolate chip muffin. So not the same as a cookie.

I want to go home. It's not even one o'clock yet. Come on...

Bonnie and Clyde

Here is a story that involves my grandmother, who is my hero.

My great-grandmother and great-grandfather (Mama Dick and Daddy Dick, called that because their last name was Dickens) owned a barber shop in rural East Texas. One day my grandmother, BillE (yes it's spelled just like that) and one of her sisters Virginia, my grandmother is one of five girls, were hanging out with mom in the shop.

Out of nowhere a car pulled up and a couple of people got out with what looked like violin cases. If you're smart and keep in mind this was the 1930's, you'll figure out they weren't violins. The men cased the street and then out of the car stepped Bonnie, of Bonnie and Clyde.

She walked into my great-grandmother's shop and asked for a haircut. Of course, Mama Dick obliged. Now this was not long after their infamous massacre, so Ms. Bonnie had many scars on her head. Virginia was young and kept asking questions about the scars. Mama Dick became a little frightened that Virginia was asking too many questions so she sent my grandmother to see Virginia back to the house. My great grandmother cut Bonnie's hair. If my timeline is right, this happened just before Bonnie and Clyde were picked up for their indiscretions.



Bonnie and Clyde are so fierce, yet completely not frightening at the same time. They were small town Texas folk who killed people, and now I, like a lot of people, find them fascinating and want to watch movies about them and am entertained by their story. Isn't that a little odd? To be so fascinated by murder and the people who commit them? This coming from someone who adores the show Dexter. I just love that show.