Blushing

I hate blushing. I think I blush more now than I used to. The slightest hint of something that makes me feel embarassed or uncomfortable and the blood rushes to my face. I guess I lived under the delusion that no one could tell when I was feeling embarassed, but apparently it is broadcast all over my face. And the fact that I can feel myself blushing makes me blush all the more. I dread the scorching heat which seems to radiate from my cheeks. I think I can generally control my reactions to things and hide what I am feeling, it's something I pride myself on, but my blood vessels are giving me away and I don't know how to keep them under control. Damn you, vasodilation!

Thank You

Emma Thompson

When, Emma, do I get to play your daughter in something?
I've received the comment that I look like you on several occasions, and I'm ready to embrace that. Just name it, I'm there.
Thank you Ms. Thompson.

It is the east. . .

My hero, Juliet Stevenson.

Photos - duh

I wanted to transfer some pictures that I had on my space over to my blog, as my blog is where my heart is.

I realize my blog is turning into "My Tribute to Steve Nash", but there are just so many rad pictures of him.

At the arena formerly known as the Delta Center:

Definition of Point Guard:Jason Kidd and Steve Nash:

Just coolness:


Strawberry and I:

I had this "I've just seen a ghost" expression for a large majority of my childhood and possibly adulthood:

Halloween '06, Circus Folk:

Halloween '07, Han and Leia:

You're Drunk

"We see the three stages of aklyhood: the woman in the upper right hand corner still has it together, even if she’s a little preoccupied trying to figure out if she should look cruel or distant. The woman in the middle is just starting to hit the skids, and she knows it. In the lower right hand corner we see the final results of too much hooch: miniaturization. The bad news: the other women in the bar are too smashed to see you, and apt to knock you over as they stumble past. On the other hand, a thimblefull can get you plastered. If only those tiny cigarettes weren't so scarce." (from Institute of Cheer)

uber alles

Yes, yes they are.

Are the kids growing Hitler mustaches? She is not going to get herself a gute junge mann with that thing.

Telenovela

umm, so on my lunchbreak I have been watching La Mujer en el Espejo on Telemundo. I actually watch my soap opera All My Children, generally, while I eat my lunch, but on the commercials I started watching Mujer and now it's sort of got me hooked. I mean, sure I can't actually understand a word they are saying, but maybe that's what makes it fun to watch, it's like a puzzle I'm trying to figure out based on how high an eyebrow is raised or how curled a lip is, or how fast the camera zooms into a close-up. Once in a while they show East Enders on pbs during my lunch hour which is a soap from England and I'll check it out, mainly I like listening to the dialects in it. I'm really not some huge soap opera fan, but I guess basic cable and a lunch break at work equals crappy t.v. or I could say that I'm elevating my cultural awareness by getting to know the soaps of the world!

A little Steven

So cool . . .

Funny . . .


I hope the Suns MURDER the Lakers tommorrow!

Not too shabby

18

What size are you?

Oh, boy. I don't even know why this ad makes me laugh so much, but it does. (caption from The Institute of Cheer)


1939. You just don't see this anymore: blunt talk about your body size. These men don't mind, though. They're farmers. Salt of the earth. Honest as sod. Hi there! I'm short and fat! Really? Well, I'm tall and fat. How about that.

Graffiti

In a much earlier post I had linked a great site called, Pictures of Walls, which has pictures of, well, yes, walls, but of what remnants people have left behind on said walls. I thought I'd share some of my favorite pictures:

Convenient Art

On a recent road trip I found these gems in a convenient store. Who wouldn't want a statue of a punk rocker on their laptop?

Pictures

I've realized I should make my blog more personal, so I'm going to try to add more pictures from my life. I'm going to put some pictures from Christmas up and a couple pictures from Thanksgiving of the fam.

My Mom with her Mother, Grandma Trinny and her sister, Aunt Elaine, at Thanksgiving:

A nice picture of my sister Alexandra with her husband Jerad and their son, Dylan.

I love this picture of Whit and my Dad, trying Guitar Hero for the first time:

Me with my favorite little guy (besides Whit), my Nephew, Dylan, age 6.

Dylan at the mercy of Whit's new Light Saber:



Is this totally lame to just post a bunch of pictures? Oh, well.

Three Sisters:

My Christmas Tat:

Whit made this shirt for me for Christmas, with Nash right above my heart:

This was our little ATP friends get together at where else? The Other Place.