Wednesday, October 28, 2009

TMNT the movie? Awesome. Reality? Not Awesome.

As my dear bestie, Kelly, has reminded me many a time this week, it is time to update my blog. Only a few weeks in and I am already slacking. Apologies to the fans. I do hope this entry lives up to the wild anticipation.

As a child, I was a huge fan of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And by huge, I mean, I had the most totally tubular collection of TMNT figurines this side of the elementary school yard and out of all the boys in the neighborhood. Bet. I had Turtle Power coming out the ying yang my friends. If it had anything relating to greenish, shells or ninjas I was all about it. For those of you who may dismember, the turtles were rescued and raised by Splinter. A rat. Now, back in the day, Splinter was the man. He might have been old, but he was wise and he could kick some major Shredder butt. Well, in the cartoon and the movie a giant, mutant ninja rat seems pretty radical; however, this does not hold fast in reality. A giant mutant ninja rat? Not bodacious. This is my very own Splinter found in my pantry last weekend.



Oh. My. God. Dead? Yes. Disgusting? YES. Patrick and Daniel were kind enough to end my panic attack by disposing of the wise master ninja promptly and with great respect I would assume. Thankfully, super landlord swept in and poisoned the whole house and patched the hole the little fatty came through. I thought about escaping right then from the infested house altogether, but alas, I still love my 1912 traditional. “Character” and all. Oh and…the addition of the new tenant doesn’t hurt either. Especially when he brings home presents which turn out to be Mario kart for the Wii! Best. Boyfriend. Ever. Despite the chatter about TMNT and video games I swear I am a 100% an adult…most of the time ;)

Doesn't hurt that the new roomie also happens to be the most amazing guy ever and the love of my life :)

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I'll eat you up I love you so.

Where the Wild Things Are. Awesome. I.Love.This.Film. I had heard mixed reviews, but had high hopes for the adaptation of the book. After seeing this wonderful film last night I certainly hope that I never become someone who doesn’t appreciate a clear reminder of the simple joys of childhood. The film really hit home and reminded me of what it was like to be a kid. When you could scream and run and just be wild; using your pure creativity to escape reality for hours upon hours. It prompted me to reminisce on some of my favorite memories from my childhood especially the hours I spent entertaining myself in a way only a child’s imagination can. Here is a list of things I miss:

1. Running so fast you feel like your heart is going to pop out of your little chest.
2. Collecting billions of acorns and painting them before giving them back to the forest because I thought the squirrels would like prettier things to eat in the winter.
3. Pretending to be a wolf and leader of my own wolf pack.
4. Building tree houses and tee pees.
5. Having a pet rock that I took everywhere.
6. Pretending magnolia leaves where actual money.
7. Dressing up in my dad’s army clothes.
8. Climbing trees to the very tippy top.
9. Collecting salamanders.
10. Stealing neighborhood stray cats and hiding them in my bedroom even though my dad was allergic.
11. Talking to myself for hours when there was no one to play with and having just the best time.
12. Singing my own made up songs in the bathtub for what seemed like hours.
13. The excitement of Christmas morning.
14. Picking out my outfit for the first day of school.
15. The feeling the first time I went passed the mailbox and discovered a whole new side of the neighborhood.
16. Playing in the creek.
17. Climbing through rock tunnels.
18. Playing in sewers.
19. Eating all the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms box and leaving the rest.
20. Most of all, I miss feeling invincible. There was a time when I wasn’t scared of anything. No stress, no worry, no bills etc. My biggest worry was did I leave my bike outside or is the neighborhood association going to tear down my tree house? I credit my mom 100% for that feeling and feel extremely lucky to have had such a carefree and fun childhood. I would love to go back and play in the creek today with my wolf pack and begin harvesting the acorns for the squirrels, alas; I am off to a meeting.

Monday, October 19, 2009

All Is Love.

Tonight is THE night I have been waiting for since I was a wee child. I get to finally see the on screen version of Where the Wild Things Are. The only way I could be more excited was if they finally made the great film version of The Pokey Little Puppy. Anyone? No? Your loss. I have been listening to the amazeballs sound track for a few weeks now which I have posted a link below for your hearing pleasure. I suggest everyone run out and see it despite what any critics say...I mean, if this book wasn’t a part of your childhood then you missed out and should take advantage now.

Last week some of the girls got together for our annual carving and cocktails night at Sunnies. A few bottles of vino later made for some seriously good looking pumpkins. I think the best of the night was Lil Mar Mar’s which had not only a unibrow, but a mustache as well. Anything with a mustache is hilarious in my book.
On Friday, I was able to spend the night with my BFF from high school. We cozied up on the chilly night with some vino (sensing a trend…), Chinese and a DVD. We watched the Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. Honestly, the best part of the whole 2 hours was seeing my future ex bf in the buff. HOT. Ryan, call me.

Saturday rolled around (along with winter) and after some laundry and chores I headed over to the Five Points Halloween Festival and Parade with Deanna and Kelly where we saw the WORST band in history, several zombies, a red neck band singing on a dragon and 3 of Kelly ex bfs. All of this was accompanied by the 40s we bought across the street at the gas station so we didn’t have to wait in the beer tent lines. Classy? No. Efficient? Yes. Don’t say I didn’t learn anything useful in college. After the festival of freaks and learning that black boys are indeed delicious, Kelly, Kay and I headed over to Park Tavern to watch some football, nosh and drink entirely too much. Hot totty? Yes please. Times two. After watching the demise of USC, we headed home for an intermission which involved more vino and a lovely gab fest. Daniel came home to two drunkie mcdrunksters and promptly scooped us up and took us out to the bars in East Atlanta. The night is rather fuzzy, but the highlights include an impromptu dance session to Lady Gaga with an old man at a lesbian bar, Daniel being sooo confusing and Kelly and I doing a weird hip thrusting dance all night. Oh alcohol.

Sunday was officially Daniel and I’s 6 month anniversary (we are precious). After suffering through my massive hangover we grabbed some food at Mellow Mushroom and then he returned to work. Kelly headed back over and we made chocolate covered strawberries and apples which were delic! The trick is to use milk when melting the chocolate. Afterwards, we took a nice stroll through the park and frolicked with the drum circle for a bit. It was freezing, but nice to get out of the house after recovering all day. I am enjoying the cooler weather, but I need a longer transition between seasons. Isn’t that what Mother Nature invented fall for? Hold up to your end of the bargain lady. Give me my fall.

Monday, October 12, 2009


rev⋅el⋅ry –noun, plural -ries.
reveling; boisterous festivity: Their revelry could be heard across the river.

My weekend did indeed begin with a boisterous festivity. My girls and I headed out to the Kings of Leon show right after work on Friday and got to experience an afreakinmazeballs show. Kel and I were lucky enough to hop right up front and thought we were set to go until gigantor the happy giant took root directly in front of us. Luckily, everyone at the show was uber nice and kept letting us stand in front of them. “Oh, you can’t see? Please, get in front of me.” “Oh, you want me to take a picture for you? I am taller and can get a better shot.” Seriously, when is the last time you went to a show where you get moved up to the front inch by inch and it isn’t because you are squeezing between people whilst receiving the stink eye? Plus, several on hand photographers and the offer of a sip or 9 of beer. A smattering of the night…

Saturday I indulged in an afternoon of football and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies all while get some essential snuggle time in with the muffin. Then, it was off to babysit and make my grocery money for the week. Getting paid to hang with two ridiculously well mannered children and watch Troop Beverly Hills? Yes, please. Then out to the bar with my love where we stayed until last call so he could hear his juke box selections which were mighty fine. I would claim to be a rock star, but alas, I have been beaten out for that title this weekend. My dear friend, who shall be dubbed Cougey McCougarston, had the most rock star weekend by far. Highlights include: running into the youngin who bootied called her 7 days ago at the bar WITH his gf, being abandoned at said bar with only $5 to get home, saved by cute boys and invited to a dance party, dance party featured hanson, vanilla ice, miley cyrus, sunglasses, rock band guitars & a fog machine, yes.... they have a fog machine in their apartment, waking up to find a newbie who was MIA the night before, realize said MIAer and her have mutual friends and chat it up, home Sunday afternoon to find a friend request, poke and RELATIONSHIP request from said MIAer. The. End. Rock star. I suggested she accept the relationship…it is clearly meant to be.

Sunday was lovely and despite the 19 hour wait to be seated and 23 hour wait to actually be served, brunch at the Highland Bakery was, in our servers words, preeeeeeeeety delicious. Then, it was onto packing with the boy. 15 boxes of books later I might be rethinking him being well read as one of the reasons I love him.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Let It Be

Hello blogosphere! Instead of introducing myself and explaining my reasons for starting this blog, let’s just all accept the fact I have arrived and you are dying to know every thrilling morsel of my little life. Besides, the two people actually reading this know me and Dakota just likes to look at the pictures.
This week as been rather eventful and left me longing for day of nothing but relaxing and frolicking at the park. Last night was the highlight of the week thus far. After Daniel and I picked up our new TV stand (which I found after scouring Craigslist through 19 million posts), I surprised him with tickets to see RAIN at the Fox. Before the show, we grabbed a bite at Enoteca Carbonari were we noshed on yummy cheeses and partook of some delicious Italian vino. We then sauntered over to the Fox, promptly purchased our scotches and headed for our seats. I knew Daniel would love the show since he is such a Beatles enthusiast, but I wasn’t expecting to love it as much as I did. Really, if you have the chance to see RAIN you must. The show starts with their early years on the Ed Sullivan Show and takes you along to their Abbey Road years. The reviews say RAIN captures it all flawlessly, but I wouldn’t know the difference. I can tell you that the music was awesome, the guys sounded fantastic and it was overall a surprisingly fun and entertaining show. I had some pretty good company too. Although we had to be one of only 10 couples under the age of 50, it was fun to sing along with the rest of the audience. I have a feeling I will be one of those oldies at the *Nsync tribute tour in say 30 or so years. Don’t judge me.
This week had been emotionally exhausting, but has reminded me once again of the wonderful friends I have. I read that Paul McCartney was inspired to write, “Let it be,” after having a dream of his mother who told him "It will be all right, just let it be.” So as I finish up this week and head into the weekend, I am going to do just that…let it be.

Our faboosh new TV stand...yay!

View from outside the Fox!