Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Famous British crushes

To hell with the notion that once you get married, you stop looking at other people. John and I each have a famous British crush, and we don't hide it from each other, either. There's no reason to. I have had a crush on this British actor named Andrew Knott since I was like 14. The wierd thing is, is that half the time, Andrew is really gorgeous, and the other half the time, he's ugly as a mother fucker. There's no in-between with him.
He looks ugly as hell here, here (on the left), and here. I saw that movie, History Boys, and it had to be the worst movie ever. It had no point. Pictures where Andrew Knott is good looking-
here, here (on the right), here, and here (fourth from right).


John likes this British singer named Lilly Allen.
Some of her music videos crack me up, especially the one I linked to above. She does really subtle humor in her videos. If you blink, you miss it.

I forgot about July 4th

Really, I am not too gung ho with patriotic holidays ever since I saw 500 Nations with Kevin Costner. In fact, I am not too keen on any kind of holiday, because in the last few years they have been all about shopping, but that's a whole nother thing.

But, it's nice to have John home in the middle of the week. It makes up for the fact that things aren't open, and not getting mail. I am taking advantage of the fact that he's home to cook a lot of meals, and if I make extra, to freeze it with the food saver. I feel a lot more organized now that I have real meals in the fridge instead of just a bunch of ingredients.

I have made beef stew, seafood fettucini, sloppy Joes.

Tomorrow is a difficult day, because it's the birthday of a dear friend who passed away. He would have turned 28 tomorrow. I would write his story on this blog, but over the years, I feel like I have told it to people so much, that I am sick of hearing myself say it...

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Am I bad for thinking this????

On the website for Hann Funeral Home, where my aunt's funeral will be this week, they have all the people for whom there will be (or recently have been )funerals listed on the side bar. Is it just me, or does that kind of look like a notice for a comedy club, listing what comedians will be appearing? (Except for the whole d. in parentheses).
I don't know why I had that thought. And I sure as hell ain't going to tell my mom, or anyone else in my family that I had that thought, either... Greeks have a "set way" to grieve. Certain things are acceptable to say and do, and certain things aren't. Ever since right after my grandma died when I was nearly 14, I have kind of been the advocate for "let people grieve how they want to" whenever someone dies in the family...
But I am still not going to say out loud that that website reminded me of a comedy club...

Tubesday

So, today I took Annalise to my job so that I could show her off to everyone. I felt a little down, because it made me miss work.

The place looks empty. I think it's because they are in between hallway decor right now.

As I was leaving, a woman flagged me down and asked to use my cell phone because she locked her baby in the car. Unfortunately, I don't have a cell phone. So I flagged some other people down, and they let her use theirs. Then, I left. She was stupid. Who was she going to call? A lock smith? By the time they get there... I would have just broken the window.

Anna is sleeping now, and I can tell she will be out for a while. She was up for a long time, and was really fussy at the end of it. I should be cleaning up around here while she's out, but I really don't give a shit that this place is a shithole. We're moving out in less than a month.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Found them!



These aren't the exact pictures I was thinking of, but they're pretty close. Aunt Mary is not in the one with my mom. The one Aunt Mary is in, my mom wasn't born yet...

More old pics

I found these old pictures while searching for pics of my mom and aunts as kids. This was the summer of 1995. My mom and I spent a couple weeks in July, 1995 in Zakynthos, Greece. On my 17th birthday, we went to this fancy restaurant there in the mountains. The dancing is a nightly thing. Four professional dancers first perform Greek dances, and then people get up to dance more casually with them. The guy I am holding hands with is one of the professionals, hence the outfit. I thought he was good looking, and kind of inched my way in soon enough to get to dance next to him. Later, I got to drink, even though I was only 17, because in Greece, the drinking age is 12 as long as you are with a parent.