so little time

I am been neglecting the blog and the twitter and the im and everything else computer related - sadly that includes the future hubby face. But it is all for good and bad reason.

Work I hate, not just because of what I do but the sheer fact of getting up at 7am and having to leave my puppies all day. They look at me from their crate all snuggles up as if to say "we would rather snuggle with you". But lately work has intensified. Our HR person was out on disability due to being on a city bus that was hit by an oncoming car. Crazy major pileup. She wasn’t taken to the hospital but she had previous back issues so the accident just made it worse. So she has been out since September. About 3 weeks ago I was approached to take over payroll. Not a major deal, think about it. I get to learn yet another mundane office skill that can be performed at any office location around the world. I am definitely okay with that. But the previous person doing HR was not being helpful. She was actually kinda hindering my process. And now she is back. She did a speedy recovery when they told her I was taking over her duties. But the hard thing is today she finds out they are still going to let me take over the payroll. It makes sense. I am half trained and she will only be working part time. There is no way she will be able to do all of her work.

But that isn’t the only reason I have been super busy. We bought a house and we close today. Moving day starts tonight. We have been packing for weeks and we sign paperwork today. Two crazy kids from Jersey buying property like real adults. I am a little freaked out. I have always thought of myself as a nomadic person, hence the office skills that can go anywhere. Now I might be rooted to Philly for a little while. With the wedding coming up it seems everyone in our families keeps telling us to think of creating a baby room. A baby room!!!?? I am thinking more along the lines of an awesome command center for computers and gaming. I have two dogs and another coming after the wedding, why would I want a baby. I mean I want a baby don’t get me wrong. I am just not ready. We are practically in the poor house. Don’t tell my mom but I used all the wedding money she gave me for the house. Shhh - But I promise to put it back. So our entire weekend will consist of a vary of friends and family helping us move our lives into this new house. I feel so adult it is creepy. I almost want to do something stupid to prove I am still not old enough.

So that is my crazy life – next wedding!

So we got our HOUSE!! Yayayay

We found out yesterday, NOV 13th you gotta love our luck. Plus it was an anniversary of sorts as well. So it was a good day all around. We close on Dec 12th and the moving in starts Dec 13th. So the face is thinking of having a small party to celebrate. I wanna wait till after the wedding. So we are planning a huge party in May – like everyone we know. I figure a lot of people are not invited to the wedding so this is a way to celebrate that with them as well. Plus I don’t want the party before the wedding because I feel as though there is enough going on that I may kill someone.

Plus just think moving in is 3 months till the wedding. THREE months, I think I may have a panic attack at my desk. I don’t get to even talk to the caterers till February. I can’t tell if I am excited or really freaked out by all this. But all I know is I love my baby face and I can’t wait for this to all be over.

OMG – and yes I just typed OMG

Today is 4 months till my wedding day! I seriously can’t believe it is almost here. I mean I might have a panic attack thinking about this. I am trying on my dress in 12 days to see if it needs to be altered. We have ordered the flowers booked the officiant. Once the new year hits I think I will freak out every day.


The house buying process is horrible. I swear the powers that be do not want us to have this house. But the face promised me a teacup Chihuahua if we get the house. I have her all picked out. I am so excited a little girl puppy that stays small. She will get lot of little outfits and pink. I did just say pink! But mind you the stipulations of getting my new little baby involve us getting out house. Which I am actually opposed to. We are being dicked around and it is pissing me off. If anyone has ever met me they know a pissed of me is a bad bad thing.



So to sum things up from the last time. It is very cold here, the pups are naughty, wedding is drawing near, I hate my job and want to go back to school, and I wish I was in bed still. TTFN

rantings of a not quite teen

I’ve been going crazy on twitter lately that I haven’t even thought about blogging, but my total lack of desire to do work today is compelling me. As most people who have ever met me or probably read any rant I have ever written knows I hate my job. Not that I don’t like what I do simply I feel that it is a waste of my awesome potential – yes I am awesome! With all this house hunting the face thinks I should go into real estate. I needed to remind him that doing real estate involves dealing with people on a regular day to day face to face basis. He then responded I see your point – mind you I never made “a point” he just realized I don’t do well in person. The only real way to describe my personality would be a bipolar undedicated patient. But I can’t officially be diagnosed as bipolar because your swings have to take longer than 5 mins to switch – so I guess I will just stick with the fact that I am a GIRL and I simply don’t like to interact with people. Works for me and I will never be forced by any family member to go to a mall.







But our true plan is to wait until our wedding and then I quit my job!!! I can then proceed to get a job that actually deserves me. Actually my real plan is to go back to school, but since we are buying a house I have no clue if that may be an option. I can’t leave him to pay all the bills and the mortgage. That wouldn’t be a very good wifey thing to do. But our new house will have an awesome basement with tons of room. I am thinking of having two separate art works stations. One for him and one for me. That way we won’t contaminate each others mediums. I am kinda excited about this. Currently our house is no way large enough for any kind of artistic spreading out.






----****oh my god I just realized in a week my freaking wedding is 4 months away****----

my dogs eat farts

OK so last night we had a pre screening of our movie..OF CAMPUS, a movie.  I can't tell face or the boys but it is no where near done.  If I tell them it needs more TLC I will never see the face and I will never have my wedding.  Oh god, and on a side note... they said I was getting edited out.  I was not edited out!!! my fat face is in like 5 scenes!!!  It would be one thing if I felt pretty or skinny, but NO - I was on the rag and they put waaaayy to much makeup on me.  I look like a rotund overly rouched blonde slut.  the slut part technically wasn't an insult since all women are portrayed as sluts except for the Crystal character.  The little sister of a main character adn a love interest.  But I can tell you right now some stuff is hilarious.  I mean I was there when they filmed, I watched the dailies, I dumped the film, listened for breaks in audio and I still think certain scenes are hilarious.  Maybe I think they are hilarious because I know the people but I dont laugh out loud very often.  I hope things work out.  I really dont want to giv eup my lovey face for another month or two.  after wedding YES OKAY I UNDERSTAND (all will flow from my lips - AFTER WEDDING)...right now NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

twitter

I have seriously become obsessed with twitter.  I spend most of my days now checking twitter and favrd.  I am afraid I will get blocked because I add like 5 awesome more people a day.  But of course no one follows me because I am LAME.  I wish face would do it also - then we could send love messages all day and people would know I was loved....booo

chuck norris's tears cure cancer

so today i had a mini melt down.  matty face and i spent our weekend running around.  family fun on saturday but sunday was work.  work in the sense that we had to house hunt.  back tracking a bit to explain why we are house hunting.  we decided we should buy a house since the market is the way that it is.  a house that is all ours, a place that i can paint the walls the way i want to.  then we were planning to rent this house out and move to a nicer bigger place.  so i found us a house.  let me elaborate -  i randomnly found one.  we went to visit it and fell in love.  i loved the kitchen and the back yard.  matty face started dreaming up little renovations - a roof top patio!! then we got the home inspection, the place was falling apart.  i mean falling apart - at the seams.  so we bailed.  now we feel like we need to find a place - like we feel obligated.  i told matty face if we don't find a place by jan 1 i am taking the money and putting it towards the wedding fund.  so now we have a realtor who is taking us to houses that we can't afford or houses we would never in a million years want to rent out.  so i am a little frustrated. 

but then i pause and think, are we doing the right thing.  buying a house.  i never thought i would buy a house.  i almost did 3 years ago.  and i freaked at the last minute.  i can't move around like a nomad like i want.  my plan before me and the face got back together was to pay off my bills and then travel.  join a band as a photographer and just roam the world.  matty face doesnt really like that idea and i think he thinks i'll grow out of it.  maybe i will, but right now i hate being stuck in one place for too long. 

should we buy a house.  should we move back home.  if we do either will i be giving up my freedom.  so many questions and no one to really give me the right answers. 

eeew gross

so i feel as though i tried to eat a wall.  they are doing contruction in my office and i seriously feel like i may have tried to eat the dry wall.  yesterday was horrible.  there was dust everywhere, it looked as though we were on fire and the smoke was coming up the stairs.  but in reality.  it was clouds of dust that made its way past the tarp.  i sneezed at one point yesterday and hacked up this huge lugie.  it was gross, so nasty.  now everytime i swallow i feel as though my head will cave in and my throat gives a little nnnnooooo.  i went to bed last night and woke suddenly like i need WATER.  i drank a glass greedily and fell back asleep only to wake as though someone slipped me a roofie.  i want to go back to bed...but i can't.

thursdays at work are fun.  everyone else is so busy i can pretend to do work.  sometimes i feel like peter from office space.  I do about an hour of real work a day.  well that is not entirely true.  i really only do work from about 10  to 12.  ok so two hours of work.  but thrusdays are great because wednesdays are so busy.  wednesdays are check day - i love wednesdays.  i love the rush of being busy and having something to do.

it is not that i hate my job or even what i my job entails.  i think i enjoy certain aspects of my job.  i love numbers and learnign the solution to a problem.  what i hate is having to deal with everyone else.  no one every wants to admit they are wrong.  no one wants that extra surcharge on their order because it cuts into their commision.  i want to shake these people and be like - i dont make commision, and i do all your grunt work.  so i basically have devised a new plan, you dont help me i dont help you.  i can barely pay my bills.  poor matty face last night had to borrow my credit card just to buy gas and ciggies.  now i fear i wont have enough room on my charge card to pay for my LONG ado hair appointment.  so why should i give a fuck and fret about people who have a ton of money.  i say FIRE ME if you think i am nto doign a good job, FIRE ME if i defy your rules.  i am pretty sure i can easily get another job in less than a month or go on unemployment with the chance to look for the perfect grad program.

i gotta go everyone is in my cube and talking about the Phillies....

OCTOBER 13th, 13 years* anniversary matty face!!

* thirteen is a realtive term referring to the time it has been since we origionally started dating not the number of years we have actually been together

so that is how matty face and i started our day out today.  shouting out to the world it is 13 whole freaking years since he asked me to be his little lady - we were only 15.  who knew 13 years later i would be come his wifey.  well matty face says he knew since day one, but i sure as hell had no idea.  we had our stops and starts.  9 years of being broken up just to find each other again.

so tonight we go to a flyers game and sit suuupppeer close.  i won tickets at work.  when they sent over the email asking if we wanted to put our names in - i was like yes!!!  then i couldn't believe it when someone else won!  i was like huh, i thought fate was on my side.  but then the person who won actually handed them over to me and said have a great anniversary.  i mean how much better is that a way to win, than to actually win.  i mean of course i feel guilty for taking the tickets, but there is no way matty face and i would have been able to afford something to do tonight.

also just think in 5 months i will be mrs matty face.  ahhhhh!!!  i mean most people already call me mrs matty face, but it will be official.  sometimes it is hard for me to be someone's girl.  to lose myself in the ownership of it all.  i like being little lonely star.  but hey soon enough 2 will make 3, or rather 4 will make 5 (can't forget my puppy babies).

everything will work out perfect. 

boo boos and band aids

Friday, yay! Busy weekend ahead for me. TWL is coming for a visit and the matty face is excited. Unfortunately I think it is a bad weekend. Matty face and I celebrating our 13 years since he asked me out anniversary on Monday and I wanted a nice weekend to be all silly. He has been working the past 4 weekends and overtime at work so I feel as though I never see him. So I guess am a little frumpy. But a happy frump cause I love when TWL comes for a visit. TWL is one of matty faces oldest friends. And sometimes I think he is more excited about our impending nuptials than we are. The kid even has pics of our dogs on his myspace page. But then who I am I to say anything I have a pic of my friend’s kid on mine. Matty face and I got her a little onesie with an angry bunny and she rocked it like a superstar.

Anyway, so we are going to the “Terror Behind the Walls” http://www.easternstate.org/halloween/ and I am super excited. I wanted to go last year but we never got around to it. Another fun Halloween thing I want to do some day is go to a corn maze. It is a maze built from corn. I mean awesomeness. But back to the haunted penitentiary. One thing you need to know about me is I love scary movies and I have a great imagination. But I am scared to death of the dark. I freak out if matty face turns the lights out on me. I’m okay in the bedroom when it is time for bed simply because there is a street lamp right near our window, but the hallway/stairwell – heeeeelllllllll no.

Oh my, I just remember. You will never believe what happened to my little angel face last night. We had taken the pups to the groomer to get a bath and toenail clipping so that when TWL came they wouldn’t be all smelly and have Freddy Krueger toes. This was like days ago, but they refused to cut Toulouse’s nails. He apparently took off his muzzle and tried to bite the girl. Poor baby doesn’t like to be manhandled. There is a protocol with him that most people don’t realize. Let him sniff your hand, give him a treat, then rub his ears. Sometimes I even have to do it and he LOVES me. They told us to take him to the vet! I hate cutting his nails; he gets all squirmy and scratches me. So matty face likes to try to and do it when they aren’t paying attention. This normally works really well, but it takes forever. So last night he clipped one nail and got a little ambitious and went for another one, but he clipped it too close and he cut into marrow. Poor baby starts bleeding everywhere. He runs off and starts licking his toes. I think he is okay but then I see a pool of blood forming near where he is standing. So I go crazy looking for the liquid band aid stuff and can’t find it. Mind you matty face is sitting there watching tv nonplussed. So I get a bowl of water and try to soak the little paw. I get it damp and than is it. He runs from me. I then scream at matty face to go to the store and get me liquid band aid. He grudgingly gets off the couch and heads to the store. He comes back with a spray which is ten times easier than the other kind. We spray the little paw and he runs off again. Five minutes later he is sitting next to me all exhausted. Now matty face looks at him and says why won’t he love me. I say take him and poor matty face is like he doesn’t want me around him now. He tries to pet the little angel but he runs back to me. I feel so helpless and just reassure matty face that he is okay he is just a little sore and where I was sitting was more comfy. But baby face is still hurting you could tell this morning he didn’t want to eat breakfast or go anywhere other than my lap. I am sure he will be fine by dinner tonight, he loves TWL. Hopefully that will cheer the little monster up.

work v play

do you ever feel like work gets in the way of your fun? all my life i wanted to be an artist. at first i had no idea what kind of artist, i didn't know what i was good at. years later i attend college planning to become a painter. reality sets in, i suck at painting. i then proceed to take a photography class - it was like someone hit me over the head and was saying shoot! photo became my world. my closest friend at school had been taking photography since high school and we shot different things, but i always felt a sense of competition with her. she was super good in her own right, but she rarely ventured outside of her comfort zone. me i couldn't get enough of new exciting things. when our teacher brought around vintage cameras and medium formats i swear i had my first orgasm right there in class. i spent four years of college experimenting in the dark room and became known as the weird artsy photography girl. in a relatively large art school that is seriously an honor.

but then life came on fast. i got a job in a bookstore thinking i still had time to try and find a photography assistant job. then life came on even faster and i realized i had to pay bills. student loan payments started up, car insurance and my god i wanted to move out my parents house after 3 weeks of being back home! so i went the way of any common slave to bills i got an office job. five years later i still work in an office - i do accounts payable. for those of you who have no idea what accounts payable is - i pay bills. any corporation or company has a person who receives invoices for payment and quite simply, pays them.

i wish i had more time to be that artsy kid again. photography has moved to a digital age and i missed out. i went to college before they were even thinking about offering those kinds of classes. i remember senior year being so upset because i had to take certain requirement classes and not having room in my schedule for a digital photo class. it was the first ever one they had offered. now i try to teach myself things here and there and stay updated. but i still have to work a full time slave driver job. i dream about the day when i get to shoot all day and edit all night. hmm, one can dream i guess.

GOOGLE PHONE!!!!!!!

ok so being a t-mobile member is not fun, especially when you are a hard core lover of anything apple. yes, I am one of those uber nerds who when they get a mass email from apple they immediately call their favourite loved one, aka matty face, and rant/discuss for about an hour. when my computer from college finally died matty face took me to buy a powerbook. he taught me how to ichat so that if i was every in another room from him we could still see each other. i know, i know - but hey it is sweet in a geeky kinda way. (seriously tho, if you looked at us you would have no idea uber nerds lives inside our little blonde heads.)

anyway, but today i love t-mobile. t-mobile is getting the new g1 google phone. AHHHHHH!!!! i love google, love google, probably as much as i love apple. if apple and google merged my life would be complete.

matty face comes home yesterday and starts bitching about his phone. then he nonchalantly says he is getting a new phone. my eyes immediately dart to his face and i pull a face. he knows better than to tell me he is spending money on anything other than wedding supplies. then in a feeble attempt to save his ass he blurts you are getting one too. me really why and that is gonna be our christmas gifts - no christmas for you. he then proceeds to tell me all about the google phone. and then i look it up online and i get to see it in all its glory. seriously go to youtube and there are a ton of videos.

hmmm, i still really want an iphone. but i think the google phone will soooo make up for that at half the price and plan availability. yayayayay

hey did i spell that right

Ok - so i usually despise mondays, but my monday has flowed into my tuesday. I woke up for work at 8 am had to feed the dogs and be dressed and out of the house by 8.20. Thank god i live 7 mins from work. But then of course i see my horrible neighbor whose kids kicks my car and is an all around delinquent. So i try and be polite and smile while i am rushing to my car that is parked right in from of her house. I am so exhausted yet refreshed. Coffeeeeeeee

mothballs and martinis

Did you ever find an old notebook from years ago and decide to flip through. It is liek openign a time capsule. I found this notebook I used to carry in college. It has the phone numbers of guys who asked me out years ago that I never went out with. I mean how hilarious is that. My god it even has lists of dvds and books I know I watched and read. Quotes and comments about people I recently met. It is like a flash back into my existence before a real job.

I miss being that idealistic and having that much free time. I have zero free time now. Being a puppy momma to one good puppy and one bad is so tiring. Most people think when I say one good one bad I mean Toulouse bad Rackham good. NOPE!!! I mean frumpy face Rackham is naughty and Toulouse is my angel. Yet Toulouse hates everyone and tries to attack people for no good reason. I guess that is why people think he is the bad one. He is just a little lover face once you get to know him. Mmmm my babies I wish I was home with them.

bus passes

Have you ever thought you were in love just to get bored 3 weeks later. I have sooooo many times. I was the classic three week relationship. I have mostly guy friends - actually I have ALL guy friends and the only girls I hang with are their girlfriends. So I used to joke that I had a three week buzz pass for relationships. I was a get on get out kinda girl. I mean I would once in awhile date a guy for a few months maybe even be lured into saying the dreaded three words that is every guys worst nightmare. Basically, I was always the GUY in the relationship. One night stands were preferable had at his place - made it easier to slip out at 3 am. But all of the flings ended pretty much the same way. I was either bored, not attracted to them anymore, wanted someone else, or simply I got to know them and realized they were pretty much lame. None of these relationships ever made it to one year - ever.

I have only had two boyfriends for more than a year. The first was my high school sweetie kins, Matty face. We dated sporadically all through high school. Only to end up back together 9 years later - now we are getting MARRIED!!! The other was my college boyfriend, we started to date the beginning of summer before my junior year and broke up soon after my senior year started. That was a train wreck.

But I just find it crazy that I have met, befriended and dated a numerous amount of men. Yet, the only man I can say after a year and 4 months of re-dating (4 months of engagement) I still get upset when I don't spend time with him. I am the kind of person who needs a lot of space, tons of me time. Oh, and forget it if I am in a bad mood you need to stay far far away. But I still love Matty the same as when we first got back together. It kinda scares me. I can't wait to go hoem adn squeeze him, he so hates that.

morning breath is yummy

Good morning - Happy Monday!!!!

- - - yeah right....



So as per usual overly tired this fine Monday morning. Simply due to the fact that I love Matty face way too much. I had all these things I needed to go before bedtime, eg. fold laundry, take a shower, put his clothes out for him. But Matty needs/wants me to rub his back. In his defense he does have the back of a 82 year old man. The poor man will probably never be able to pick up our children. But it was 11.30 and I was tired. But as the dutiful bride that I am I grabbed some lotion and found the ouchy spot and rubbed and punched his pain. Not away mind you because my little hands cramped up after like 15 minutes. So at midnight I am like I can't anymore sorry baby. I then fall immediately asleep and have horrific nightmares. Just when the nightmare can't get any worse his alarm starts blaring. At this point I am aware I am awake and can't stop thinking about this horrible nightmare. I want to sleep another five minutes hoping the dream will begin again because maybe it would have gotten better and I wouldn't feel so frazzled.



But does anyone want to know the update of the save the dates? Because I can't wait to tell you - they are DONE!! so Matt still has to print them out for me, but the layout is awesomeness. The envelopes are hilarious. Matt downloaded a new font called "Another Typewriter" I love typewriter fonts. So I did the envelopes in this font so they look like the uni bomber is sending them. It is hilariously awesome, but I did make puppy postage so it isn't too uni bomber. The postage is super glossy it is kinda odd. But hey my family knows I am crazy about the dogs and Matt's family has been subjected to random Toulouse events. He is such a good baby he just can't help himself. He wants momma all to himself. For example. I was laying on the floor with frumpy face Rackham. We were chilling nose to nose and Toulouse walks over and lays right on Rackham's left arm. He proceeds to lick my nose. I am like are you serious you just want to that much closer than Rackham.

But I am way off topic and I realize the mail will be here soon so I must jet....

batman smells like beef and cheese

Okay so my day started out all “Yay, rainy day!” But it has slowly turned on me. I am bored out of my skull. This is not an abnormal thing. But I have started doing stream of conscience writing to make myself look busy. This tends to get me in trouble with my own brain. So I am writing away and I starting thinking about how much more awesome life would have been if I had just played by the rules. Ya know, took an internship with a photographer like I was supposed to instead of working 2 jobs to pay for my so-called friends alcohol consumption. Then I was like maybe I need to get farther away than just Philly. Maybe we should move to London. It looks like the housing prices our similar and the job market might actually be a better one! Then I think that god is punishing me because my contact falls out and I am stuck sitting here with one contact in and a splitting headache. Ugh, I had to call matty face and tell him to bring me my glasses so that I can drive home safely. I can’t get the stinking contact back in.

Let’s just say thank goodness it is Friday. I have seriously nothing planned, but I think I might have to our save the dates since Matt cannot be trusted with a single wedding task. What part of our deadline is Sept 13 for save the dates does he not understand. And when I ask why he hasn’t done them he simply says he doesn’t have the time. He doesn’t have the time he is sitting on the couch zooming out while petting Toulouse. That looks like at least 10 min of free time to me.

I understand he doesn’t spend time with the pups as much as I do, but he doesn’t seem to want to spend the kind of time they want. They want to play and give kisses. Matt wants them to sit there and be petted. He wants a breathing pillow to lie next to him. I see them as babies. Babies who need me to feed them and love them. I would never let anyone hurt them. Not that I think Matt would ever let anyone hurt them either, but I think that Matt is so used to having dogs that are seen as pets only he doesn’t feel the same maternal instinct I do. I realize I constantly put myself in crazy dog lady category, but hey I’m a crazy punk rock dog momma now give me a few years and I will be crazy punk rock mom.

Now don’t get me started on mommy-dom. I can’t wait to be a mommy. I think about it all the time, but I feel as though I missed so much of my life already rushing through the boring bits that I don’t want to rush into that as well. My entire life has been spent waiting for the next phase. For the first time in my life I am trying to actually enjoy a stage. The newly wedded bliss people talk about. I can’t wait. We will “have a house” and can enjoy each other!!! Hah, I seriously fool myself when I say that we will have any free time to enjoy each other. We have zero free time now. There is always somewhere we need to be or something that needs to be done. There are never enough days in the week.

I just made the mistake of looking at the clock. 3 o’clock and still nothing to do. I think pretending to write emails is starting to glean a small amount of suspicion from the peanut gallery. Going to hide in plain sight.

nothing to see here

So today is basically a usual Thursday. I am sitting at work pretending to do work, but am in actuality doing wedding stuff!! So I am compiling a master list of people we know. I don't even care if they are going to be invited. I want every stinking person I knows actual address, email, and phone number. It is annoying tedious but hey it keeps me busy at work and it actually looks like I may be doing something. My plan is so that I never have to run around looking for this stuff ever again.



****This is prolly the most boring topic ever - not like anyone is reading my blog. This is obviously my way of venting so that Matt's doesn't have to deal with it.****



Okay so I haven't decided if we are inviting my work people. I mean I see them every day, I spend more time with them than Matt. But if I invite just a couple the list gets out of hand because I don't want to offend anyone. Then I am way over our number, ugh. And you can't forget about how much it will cost. I still have no idea how we are going to pay for it all. Matt was supposed to do graphics jobs and I was going to get a part time gig. He put the kabosh on me working part time like immediately. But he said he would do freelance and I have yet to see him work. Ugh, I just want all this over. Is that so wrong?

the morning after

Okay so I am seriously tired from last night. I will tell you all about the movie, but first let me tell you why I am tired. So Matt parks in like a whole different zip code. By the time we get home the dogs are so hyper it takes them till close to 11:00 before they even remotely settle down. And in all actuality, I had to put them to bed because I couldn't stay awake any longer. I hate putting them to bed when they aren't tired because that endless whining cuts me to the core. The vet said they would stop whining as they got older, she lied. Toulouse is older than Rackham by 3 months and he is a much bigger baby about bedtime. Rackham just frumps and lets out a big sigh. Toulouse opens those giant eyes and makes gasping sounds like he is about to die. Ok - enough about my pups and my endless love of them.

The movie was no Fight Club, that I will tell you right now. But Angelica Huston and Sam Rockwell were amazing. I'm not quite sure if I liked the fact that it seemed to be an all star cast pulling indie cred. The movie had a very indie feel to it, but it was littered with stars like Bijou Phillips and Kelly Macdonald of Nanny McPhee and No Country for Old Men fame. While watching I couldn't help to think to myself if everyone in the theater had read the book prior to seeing the film. The script seemed very close to the book, but I have not read the book in entirety since college. When I learned that the book was being turned into a movie more than a year ago I began reading it again only to be distracted by a fresh pile of books to consume where I didn't already remember the ending. But as I watched the movie unfold last night I found myself actually excited to see what would happen next. Only once did I all of a sudden have a flash of "I know what is going to happen next."

So all in all I am glad to say I was one of the first to see this up and coming cult classic. I can't wait to see which one of Palahniuk's books get rewritten for the screen next!

mondays and movies

So exhausted I hate Mondays, but tonight is a special Monday. Tonight there is a free preview of Choke. I love movies, but I hate movie theaters. Something about breathing someone else's air for 90 mins makes me hyperventilate. But I plan to suck it up and put my cell phone on silent so that I can enjoy one of my favorite books on the big screen. I usually hate "book turned movie" films. But if the adaptation of Fight Club was any near indication about how both book and movie could be spectacular in their own right I will be head over heels. I mean look at the movie poster below- how can you not get excited!

Another movie I just found out that is going to be released and was based on what I refer to as "junk food for my brain" is Confessions of a Shopaholic. This is also a fav book of mine and the only reason I am excited to see it, but in the comfort of my own home, is that Isla Fisher is playing the lead character Rebecca Bloomwood. I pretty much love anything Isla Fisher does. I mean the movie could be horrible but she is amazing. She is also engaged to Borat and she just produced a little girl Borat a year ago. That little girl is either going to be a super comedienne or a dramatic actress.

Ugh, I must get back to my work day...I would so much rather be blogging about movies and books than dealing with pushing paper.

first time ever

Ok so I have always thought blogging was slightly neurotic, but then again I love to read other people's blogs. So I decided what the heck.

Let's see as anyone who has ever met me knows I am a little nutty, but in a cute kinda way. I am obsessed with my two dogs - Toulouse and Rackham - and I am going to marry my first love Matthew in just a few short months.

Sometimes I think part of the reason I am so restless is that I can't wait to find out what happens next. I want the wedding to have already passed so I can stop worrying about paying for everything. I want our house purchased and moved into so that I can stop looking. I feel as though I am missing out on my life by not doing what I know I should be doing.

Half of my friends are young professionals who are busy being married and having kids. The other half of my friends are still acting like we did in college. They go out and drink on weekdays, go to shows, meet crazy new people. I dream about doing all of these things. But I dream about doing them differently. I want to combine the years of my crazy youth with my future years of being a wife and mom. Is that possible? Can you be a good mom and still rock out?