One more reason to love Ireland/Scotland.....

So, yesterday Mom and I decide to go see a movie, "P.S. I love you." Now in the previews I have no idea that the lead actor is foreign, let alone SCOTTISH, that there will be several scenes set in IRELAND, and that I would walk out of the theater thinking that is one of the best movies I've seen in a while. You can thank this man (my future husband) for the eye candy of the movie:

His name is Gerard Butler. He hails from Glasgow, Scotland. He was born November 13, 1969. A fellow scorpio thankyouverymuch. And he's SINGLE. And I must say quite yummy...especially in the movie. One of my favorite lines from the movie goes something like this:
Hillary Swank: "I think I'm lost. Can you please tell me where (a certain) state park is?"
Gerard Butler: "Well how long have you been walking?"
Hillary Swank: "A few hours."
Gerard Butler: "Well you've been in (a certain) state park for a few hours then."
Hillary Swank: "Really? but it's so cold! My map says this park would be warm."
Gerard Butler: "Well you do know you're in Ireland right?"
This is a great movie. You will laugh. You will cry. You will have both of these emotions several times. You will see Ireland countryside and your stomach will have butterflies because it is so amazing and to just think that we were there not 3 months ago. I've already decided I'm ready to go back. And can I please find myself a Gerard Butler while I'm over there. He's even in a rock band people. sigh.
Also, if I could meet a man that does half the things and says half the things that this character says and does in the movie, life would cease as I know it. (ok, well I would at least live happily ever after!)

While I'm on the subject of boys, a certain boy I talked about a few blogs ago called me...finally. What I don't understand is if you choose to call the person yourself do not act like you don't want to talk to them and you are just counting the milliseconds until you hang up the phone with them. Newsflash you called me buddy, I didn't call you. Second, don't make fun of me either. Ok, so it's been a few years and we have different tastes and lifstyles than we did when we were 21. Get over it. I have. Last, do not call me a liar. When I apologize for not calling you back from a message 3 days earlier don't tell me that you know I didn't call because I just forgot. I didn't forget, life just got in the way. And trust me it'll get in the way next time you try to call and then I REALLY won't call you back. I felt like I was in High School. No thanks, I'm 32, I don't need that. Needless to say I surely won't be calling him ever again, so I hope he isn't holding his breath while he waits.

Good Grief

TV has to be the most boring thing on the planet right now. If the best show one can find on Monday night is "Clash of the Choirs" then something is wrong. Thank goodness for SoapNet. haha

This past weekend was fun. I had 2 Christmas parties I went to...one for my work and one for the dance studio. At my work Christmas party we played this game where you have five $1 bills and you roll the dice according to how many dollars you have and if you roll a 1-3 then you keep your money...roll a 4 it goes to the person to your left and a 5 goes to the person on your right and well, a 6 sends a dollar to the table. Well after a lot of money swapping and losing, etc it was my mother who ended up with the $70 winnings! I said, lets go to Vegas NOW. haha Anyway, it was something new we played and it was fun. Anything would have been better than Tabu! haha Which, by the way, I rock at. One year my bosses wife (who also happens to be named Dawn) was giving the clues and she said, "Cher" to which I reply, "Mask" and it was the right word. They had to stop the timer because they couldn't believe that I would guess that and they just knew we cheated. I said, "It just so happens that movie, "Mask" was on TV earlier and I was watching it so it was fresh on my brain. The other Dawn laughed and said, "I was watching the same movie!" See, great minds think alike! ha! For the studio party we went to some Tapas Bar. It was ok, but seriously why do people want to spend some exuberant amount of money for the smallest amount of food in the world? I'm not saying it wasn't good, but it's definitely some place I wouldn't go again. And I went home hungry. So I had some veggies and ranch dip when I got home! I did learn one thing though, if your baby is crying because of an upset stomach, rub peppermint extract on its tummy and apparently it soothes them and they stop crying within like 20-30 minutes. I'll file that up in my brain and if I ever have a child I'll be sure to use that!

Well, that's all I got today!

We Drank A toast to Innocence

Dan Fogelberg

1951-2007

The following is one of my favorite songs. R.I.P. Dan Fogelberg and thank you for your contribution to music.

Same Old Lang Syne

Met my old lover in the grocery store,

The snow was falling Christmas Eve.

I stole behind her in the frozen foods,

And I touched her on the sleeve.

She didn't recognize the face at first,

But then her eyes flew open wide.

She went to hug me and she spilled her purse,

And we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand,

The food was totalled up and bagged.

We stood there lost in our embarrassment,

As the conversation dragged.

We went to have ourselves a drink or two,

But couldn't find an open bar.

We bought a six-pack at the liquor store,

And we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to now.

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,

But neither one knew how.

She said she'd married her an architect,

Who kept her warm and safe and dry,

She would have liked to say she loved the man,

But she didn't like to lie.

I said the years had been a friend to her,

And that her eyes were still as blue.

But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw,

Doubt or gratitude.

She said she saw me in the record stores,

And that I must be doing well.

I said the audience was heavenly,

But the traveling was hell.

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to now.

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,

But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to time.

Reliving in our eloquence,

Another 'auld lang syne'......

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,

And running out of things to say.

She gave a kiss to me as I got out,

And I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school,

And felt that old familiar pain .........

And as I turned to make my way back home,

The snow turned into rain ..............

Whatever you do DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT

Last night Deidre and I went to the Stars game compliments of my "brother." Now, I know it's an ice rink, but it was so cold in there. I'm glad I was wearing a sweatshirt, even if I was still freezing. Props to the older guy sitting next to Deidre that lent her his jacket so she would be warmer and for offering us his rolaids in case our cardiac nachos started talking to us! The game was fun, though it was so quiet in there at times I wondered if we were the only ones there! It was a win for the Stars! The funniest thing that happened during the game was some random guy right by the glass dressed up in some red super hero costume banging on the glass everytime an opponent skated by. It was very bizarre. And I couldn't stop watching him to see what he would do next. Weird.

Talking about weird...the DART rail ride home was interesting. After we are all packed in there like sardines, these 2 drunken idiots get on the train and start yelling to everyone about singing Christmas Carols together and they decide they want to sing Jingle Bell Rock....their version was something like...."Jingle Bell Rock and Jingle Bell Roll." I looked at Deidre and I was like, WTF?!?!? The entire ride they are talking really loudly about their "sticks" and what girls they've had. Now we are sitting behind 3 younger boys and a Dad who has just about had enough. I hate people like this who try to talk like they're all that, but really they're just losers on a train talking crap no one cares about. So everyone just about exits the rail car at the George Bush Station and these guys sit down right by us (this is where I say, don't make eye contact) and proceed to ask us if they can ask us some stupid question about a girl one of these boys is interested in. Deidre and I are just sitting there like this cannot be happening. We don't have an answer for him. I just tell him to be honest to her because girls don't like liars. haha They decide to tell us their names and we introduce ourselves with fake names. You can now know us as Lisa and Catherine. haha Apparently "Ash" has seen Deidre at some place that she's only ever been to once. Deidre assures him he doesn't know her. We exit the rail car and hurridly walk to our cars and leave.

It takes all kinds of people to make the world go round. You learn this in a rail car packed like sardines.

Seriously....

I know the legal system is set up to have everyone's best interests in mind, but my friend is being screwed by it and I just can't take it anymore. Someone please explain to me how a judge can tell a mother that he doesn't care about her and that he only cares about her daughter and give over unsupervised visiting rights to a man who grabs his daughter from her mother's arms then shoves her from the top steps of the house landing the mother in the hospital with a concusion, then proceed to tell my friend the fathers never done anything to the child, he needs his chance to be a parent. A parent? Are you freakin' kidding me? Let me tell you about his parenting skills. Never has he changed a diaper. Never has come to see his daughter during the supervised visitation at his own mother's house. Never have I seen him even care that he fathered a child EXCEPT to get back at my friend because that little girl is the one thing she cares about in the whole world. What kind of man walks into a restaurant, grabs the child, forces the mother to come with him, throws her off the steps THEN kidnaps the little girl and takes her only GOD knows where and leaves her for 3 days and says you can have her back when you move back into my house. 5 days ago he wanted to give up rights to her. For 3 weeks now he hasn't paid child support. Today the judge tells my friend he will do nothing about the child support but will give visiting rights to a father who is abusive and explosive. Then tells him, the hardest ages of raising a kid is between birth and 3 years of age, now it'll be easy for you to care for her. So, I guess when the kid or it's mother is killed by this lunatic, that judge can sleep well at night knowing he "did the right thing."

The world sucks people. I can only pray that GOD watches over them and protects them because apparently the judicial system isn't.

Dear Will Smith...

I absolutely freakin' love you and I have loved you ever since I was a teeneager listening to my cassette tape of "He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper" Take it from me, parents just don't understand was a motto for me. I mean, I was a teeneager after all and you were the coolest "rapper" I knew. Not to mention you had the coolest new TV show ever with that boy from Silver Spoons, who every chance he got did his little dance. I freakin' loved Alfonso, err Carlton depending on which show you're thinking about.

Ok, so why you ask am I writing to Will Smith. I recently saw an interview with him on some news show and fell in love with him again. He might be one of the coolest guys ever. I mean you have a guy who started off as a rapper who promised (I think his Mom) that he would never curse in his lyrics. And to this day he hasn't and has the awards to prove that his rapping style is liked. He had a hit TV show. He banks at the box office. And he's LIKEABLE. In my opinion Will Smith is someone I could be friends with. And his wife, Jada, seemed just as cool in the interview. And their kids, well I mean 2 beautiful people produced 2 beautiful and talented children. The daughter is apparenty in some upcoming film and the son was in his last movie. I think it might be against the law to have that perfect of a family. The reporter asked how is it that they maintain the ideal marriage in Hollywood. Jada says because when Will wants something he always gets it. Will Smith makes me happy. I think I might need to dust off my cassette tape and listen to it again....you know for old time sakes :)

Anyway, I promise I'm not writing a documentary and I'm actually surprised that I even remember that stuff about him, but I love him and that's that.

On to different stuff....this past weekend was fun. My friend Amy Jo had her baby and she might be one of the cutest babies ever. AND she looks exactly like her pretty Mom, so welcome to the world Brooklynn Rene! Friday Deidre and I went to see McClure. We picked Jake up on the way. It was great to see him, it had been too long! McClure was great as usual. Sick as a dog he still put on a good show and immediately exited the building to go lay down after the show. Poor guy. Saturday we went to see Reckless Kelly. My favorite part was getting to see Heather and V, whom I never got to say good bye to or hug again, but I'm over it now! And what can be said about RK other than WILLY BRAUN WAS FREAKIN' HOT and of course I wanted to lick him. However, they've gone all EYB on us and gotten a table and chairs to just sign autographs, so poo on them. I loved hearing "Lonely All The Time," "Wicked Twisted Road," and "7 nights in Eire." :)