Archive for the year 2003
So mom, Brian and I are talking about seeing Mona Lisa Smile on Sunday.Â But dad, being the stubborn person that is, is trying to be difficult as usual.Â He makes it seem like it’s a horrible, horrible movie — which it isn’t.Â I’m like, it’s not like he has anything else better to do.Â But dad always finds excuses.
So I continue to beg and plead for him to watch MLS with us.Â Dad’s like, “Why would I want to watch movie whose title rhymes with PMS?”
Anyway, I went to their website today and found this.Â I guess creativity and great sense of humor run in the family.Â But somehow, I don’t think mom finds it as amusing as the rest of us do.Â Â
It’s all my fault.Â My shopping addiction has totally rubbed off on Brian.Â Now when he gets stressed out, frustrated or bored, he shops — just like I do.Â We really need to put a stop to this.Â I realize now that it is wrong and we’re going to try to do better in 2004.
Anyway, last month he bought himself a portable DVD player.Â I’ve never really understood the usefulness of those things but Brian is a true electronics junkie.Â He can rationalize it anyway he wants.Â All I can say is, if everyone else has one he has to have one.Â That’s the way he is with his big boy toys.
This time around he spent $200 on a freaking remote control.Â I mean, who the hell spends $200 on a freaking remote?Â It’s supposed to come free with your electronic device (unless of course it’s one of those special edition — read: stolen — ones).Â Shoot!Â You could buy a DVD player for that price.Â Hell!Â You could even buy a nice TV (small one, but a nice one nonetheless) for that price!
Here is a picture of the horrid monstrosity that is his newest acquisition:
He told me about it while I was at work yesterday.Â See, this is what happens when you leave your husband unsupervised for two seconds.Â Anyway, I can’t dog him too much for buying it because he is really super-duper excited about this thing.Â He’s like a little child, telling him there is no Santa Claus would just devastate him.Â Besides, he probably feels the same way about me and my clothes.Â Here is how part of our conversation went:
BRIAN: THIS IS SOOOOO COOL!
ME: Does it work?
B: With one button I can turn everything on or off.Â I can program macros to do anything I want!Â I LOVE THIS THING!!!
M: But can it make breakfast for you?
B: I haven’t gotten to that part of the instructions yet.
M: You’re nuts.Â I’m saving this conversation and posting it on my blog.
B: But if we have a machine that is remote controlled that makes breakfast, I can program this thing to run it!!!
B: I am sooo happy.Â I dont need any of the other remotes any more.
M: You’re such a goober.Â I want a demonstation.Â It better be good too.
B: I’m going to the dinning room to program that next.
M: I shall wait to be impressed.
True to form, when I arrived home from work he gave me a little demonstration.Â He has this one button programmed as movie night and, literally, with the push of one button it turns on our big screen TV, the surround sound system and the DVD player.Â He even programmed it to put the TV on the correct channel and to have the DVD automatically eject so all we have to do is put our DVD in and bam, we’re good to go.
I guess it is pretty cool.Â But me being me, I’d rather spend $200 on a good coat or a pair of shoes or something.
I’ve got lots of blogging to make up! Sorry about the unexpected hiatus. The end of the semester means finals and even though I’m not one to really study, I’m not exempt from the usual panic, stress and frustration associated with end-of-the-semester blues.
Anyway, here are some choice pictures from Kristy and AJ’s wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and I’m glad that we made it before the half-way mark. Dad, on the other hand, was probably relieved that we were late because an hour-long wedding is just too much for him. Half an hour is as much time his attention span can spare. It was fairly short, as Catholic weddings go. I dunno. Maybe it was average but we got there late so it seemed shorter. At any rate, here are the pictures without further ado..
I know, I know. There are only five pictures. But, you know how that goes.. I know that most of you have short attention spans. This is after all the tv/vg generation. For those folks who want more, just follow this link..
This is going to be one of the busiest weekends ever!
The festivities started yesterday, with Kevin’s wedding.Â Kevin and Chris were wed by a judge at Brian and Kevin’s parents’ home.Â It was a nice ceremony.Â Brian and I were put in charge of wedding and video.Â But I don’t think I’m going to be able to download and process the pictures that I took until next weekend or at least Friday because I actually have to go to work today (in exchange for taking the day off yesterday).
Then after work, Brian and I are going to see Gothika.Â It’s gotten really horrid reviews but oh, well.Â We’re going to see it anyway.
Tomorrow will be the day I’ll catch up on all my chores, like laundry, and studying because I have a quiz on Monday.Â Not too much of that thought because we’re going to Mom’s house tomorrow for a little birthday dinner (Jen’s) before heading of to Loony Bin (a local comedy club which, incidentally, is right by our house).
Speaking of Jen’s birthday, we were all at 54 last night to celebrate it.Â It was a bummer because when we got there, they wouldn’t take our free pass.Â They said it was only good until 8 pm.Â So we had to pay up.Â Good thing cover is only $5.Â When we got there, mom and dad were there drinking margaritas and dad had several (and I mean several) shots of slippery nipple on the table.Â I had one, but that was it for me.Â I’m not a shots kind of girl.Â So I had my usual sex on the beach, which I had three of.Â Luckily, Dad volunteered to put Brian’s sodas and my drinks on his tab so we didn’t have to spend anything more than our cover.
When it was time for mom and dad to leave, they paid their tab and it was over $65!Â Brian said that $45 of it were just shots.Â Dad must’ve had a lot of those slippery nipples!Â I was so astounded because, well I’ve never pictured my dad in a club like 54 (my mom maybe but not dad) and secondly, I’ve never known him to drink so much!
It’s a crazy, crazy world!