Wonderful article

If you haven't, you really should read this Esquire article about Roger Ebert.

I know I tend towards the sarcasm, but in all seriousness this is a really inspiring article. The author really does Roger Ebert's story justice - and it is quite a story.

It's nice to see that there is still a place for eloquence in the midst of the quasi-illiteracy that is the Internet era.

This is how I think on a Monday...

So I'm in the law library - more commonly referred to as my fifth circle of hell.*

I've been at school for 11 hours, and the end is not in sight. (So instead of hurrying to get out of here, I took a leisurely timeout to write this...wise decision?)

Yes, I'm in school on a day that should rightfully be (a) a national holiday and (b) a snow day. But the administration is apparently from one of those Canuck First Nation tribes to which we were introduced at the Opening Ceremonies. This is clearly evidenced by their opinion that going to class in a foot of snow is a reasonable standard AND by their deeply anti-American refusal to acknowledge the dead white guys who once stole Alaska from them.  See? It makes perfect sense.

So this basically means that today has been (c) a rather sucky Monday.

Which is why I decided to peruse my iTunes music for something new and different that I haven't listened to 101 times (Lady Gaga, that means you.)

And this is how it happened that I am rocking out to the Coyote Ugly soundtrack. The pure 90s awesomeness has definitely given my day a boost...you just can't argue with a song called "Can't Fight the Moonlight."

And it was totally a great film! Tyra? John Goodman? Maria Bello? And don't forget the girl from Sweet Home Alabama who has a baby -  in a bar! Poor Piper Perabo. She really disappeared after that movie, huh? Her hair deserves a better career than that. Her acting, maybe not so much.

So now I'm happy and not feeling eternally damned to the library.

Until I have to hike home via sidewalks that the First Nation of Administration decided to leave unsalted. I think they're hoping that we are all so festively Olympic that we will consider Ugg-shoeing/slush-jumping/black-ice-gliding to be a brand new, previously unrecognized winter sport.

I'm onto you, guys. Either give me a gold medal now or let's use Purdue's patented sidewalk ice-polishers and skip to the curling!

*Wrath and sullenness...check and check. 

How I Spent My Superbowl Sunday

Please note that I have a cocktail in one hand and a baby in the other. 

Pretty sure that's what they call "multi-tasking." 

And also, "good practice."

Go Colts!

Umm, hi? You've met me, right? So you pretty much aren't surprised to hear that I used the SuperBowl as an excuse to give myself a Colts-themed manicure? Ok, just checking...

PS - Go Peyton!

Happy Groundhog Day!

Ugh, I don’t want six more weeks of this crappy weather. Stupid groundhog.. Take it back! And why his name Phil?* Why not Paul? Punxsutawney Paul has a much better ring to it. Or Pete? Percy? Phineas? Anyway, not the point. Point is: stupid groundhog. 

So yeah, worst fake-holiday ever, and I refuse to watch the movie Groundhog Day because Bill Murray creeps me out a bit too.  Instead I’m finally going to get around to a very belated Happy New Year post.

So a year ago, I rang in 2009 in Florida with M&J. There were bikers and cougars (oh my!), not to mention beer pong, cigars, feathered tiaras and - I think I'm recalling this correctly, but I tried my best to block it out - chocolate flavored tequila.   
It  looked a little something like this:

Much happened last year.  M&J got married and moved to cold New England (ha, but they hate Phil too!); I swore off bikers, and am not quite old enough to be a cougar (but really, for Taylor Lautner - I would.) Somehow I still haven't found another appropriate occasion for feathered tiaras (Believe me, I'm looking.) And chocolate tequila, for the love of God, never again.


So while 2010 found me back in Florida, that was about the only similarity to 2009.


Instead, this new year looked a little something like this: 


Morning reading on the porch, waiting for the temperature to reach 50. 

After it "warmed up," went for a walk on the beach with Mom and Sister, then had to organize shells.

Adventure of the day: paddleboarding in 60 degree water. Too windy to stand up, but it was surprisingly fun, and not nearly as freezing as I had feared. 

Cocktails at sunset, of course.

Fireworks started at 10PM, this was taken at approximately 10:12PM. By 11:15PM, no one in this picture was awake. 

So there you have it - not nearly as exciting as 2009, but I have high hopes for 2011! And now somehow it's February and we are stuck in the midst of dreary, gray winer. And this, friends, is why I hate Phil.

*Don’t tell me to Wikipedia it. Already did. It’s like Scientology-level stupid. They say Phil is essentially immortal, thanks to a special thing called “Groundhog Punch” that he drinks every summer. Oh, and he Twitters. Yeah.

So okay...upon further review, I have to admit that he’s kind of a sassy little groundhog. In appreciation, I have moved his holiday up my list. It now comes after Flag Day, but before Columbus Day. Chris wasn’t snarky, he doesn’t get me a day off, and someone else would’ve gotten around to discovering America. Sorry Chris.