Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
But every one of them was true, in regards to my happiness, either for that moment or that day or even for the foreseeable future.
For today, I'm just happy. Happy to be here. Yep. Happy to be here.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I'd like it (the Sauvignon Blanc) to be a bit crisper, but it's got a nice, buttery texture of its own I'm really digging.
Most of us there were at least a year or more out on this journey, but there were two fellows who were 5-6 months out. Both of them said they'd almost backed out, but made themselves come** and both said they enjoyed just laughing and being at ease in a group that could completely understand their situation.
How does this relate to happiness? Well, I was surely happy to get home after being in traffic with Georgia drivers (egad!) and I was happy to see friends I've made along the way on this journey and to make new ones.
*And thank you Mapquest for taking me down every country road in the vicinity of Athens, GA when I could have hit 441 and taken a straight shot as I discovered on the return trip--but it was some pretty countryside to look at.
**A feeling every one of us 'vets' confirmed to them. My first get-together was in Greenville last October & I had pretty much talked myself out of going by the time I rolled into G-town. Made myself go anyway and as Mr. Frost said, it has made all the difference.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
ETA: But then one surfs a bit further and discovers this. Don't suppose it's the same chick, do you?
Somebody please help this child.
ETA: See, one of the first things I do when trying on an outfit is to test whether any bits show when I raise my arms (and by bits on middle-aged, roundly-figured me, I mean any portion of my tummy). Even with her arms down, there's a pretty good opportunity for folks to see London and France.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Reruns of JAG on USA network every morning. Oh how I love that show. And while I dig me some David James Elliot, I wouldn't throw the Admiral out of bed for eating crackers, either.
ETA: Let's not forget the Gunny.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
'The Devil Wears Prada', about life as an assistant to the icy, flinty, impossible editor of the fashion magazine, 'Runway', Miranda Priestley.
Now Meryl Streep? She is delicious* in this movie, from the way she quietly bites off "That's all." when she's done stripping the flesh from some poor underling to the sheer magnitude of her annoyance that is revealed when she purrs out "Why is no one ready?" drawling out ready until it becomes almost an epithet during a session to determine a magazine cover. She never raises her voice, yet she scares the poo right out of everyone. Including me.
Having said that, the protagonist, Andy, played with wide-eyed, dewy innocence by Anne Hathaway, needs to be slapped. She is the epitome of today's over-indulged, everybody gets a trophy 20-something who thinks they're supposed to be petted and their self-esteem bolstered every time they...do their job.
Don't get me started about her friends. Frankly, the best thing she could do is leave that bunch in the dust. Early on in the movie, she meets them for dinner, bringing a crapload of free bling she's scored from her job. Her girlfriend immediately knows the handbag is a Marc Jacobs and how much it costs, yet continually sneers at Andy's job and her increasing interest and fascination with the fashion industry. Two-faced, hypocritical snot.
And how does Andy leave this soul-sucking job that has robbed her of all of her integrity (petit larceny, to be sure)? By walking off from her boss during a work event and tossing her one assumes work-provided Blackberry into a fountain. After which, she scores a great job with a newspaper, because Miranda has sent the perfect reference for her. Gaa!
*I want Meryl's shoulders. And the perfect gray hair she sports in this flick.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
The word of the day? Still. As in: "I'm sittin' still. It's too hot to live."
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Of course, she's also loudly declaiming for me to get it in gear and give her her afternoon share of Fancy Feast. But I like to think the first words out of her mouth are: "Hi mommy, I missed you." Followed immediately of course by "Now get me my treat, bitch."
Monday, August 6, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Even though Tommy's not in a Braves uniform anymore, I still love him & I want to see him get to 300 and beyond (partly because he may well be the last major league pitcher to get to that achievement, with injuries and the way they constrict guys on pitch counts these days. But not on a night when my Bravos could move up a game, with a three-game series against the Mets coming up on Tuesday.
Baseball was designed to break my heart.
8/6/07: ETA Tommy won! Which means the Mets won, which means the Braves didn't move an inch. But, Yay for Tommy!
While at The Gap trying 18 blue million pairs of jeans (and as annoying, perspiration-producing & nose-running inducing as this task is, you realla gotta try on that many pair to get to the right ones), I demurred over a particular pair of jeans because I didn't think they were 'age-appropriate'. The sales gal who was helping me said, "Why would you think that? They're perfectly appropriate for a lady your age. You can't be more than 35*, right?"
When I told her I was 45, she appeared genuinely floored. And yes, I bought the rockin' jeans that probably are somewhat age-inappropriate. I think I look damn good in them.
*Maybe that's why I can't get a date with a guy I think is in my age range. They think I'm too young for them. Yea, that's the story I'll stick with for the next couple of weeks.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
I was figuring it was a can't miss: Glenn Close as a flinty, take-no-prisoners lawyer, Ted Danson playing the CEO of a firm that financially imploded, leaving former employees broke a la Ken Lay/Enron, and Zeljko Ivanek as his lawyer (sort of John Malkovich-lite. Loved him ever since he played DA Danvers on Homicide).
Except, not so much. Spoiler Alert! if you've TiVoed/DVR'd it-stop reading now: There's a character who is key to Glenn Close's lawsuit against Ted Danson, but she won't roll over. Until she finds her puppy dead in her kitchen. Turns out Glenn's character had it done.
First of all, I don't do dead or mistreated pets (turned off Will Farrell's 'Anchorman after the totally not funny scene where Jack Black kicks the dog off the bridge-seriously, wtf? I'd have been kicking Jack Black's ass off that bridge) and second of all, way to ruin Glenn's character right off the bat. She can't win unless she's all underhanded and cold, evil bitch and crap like that? Lazy, lazy, lazy writing & plotting.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Gonna indulge my 'office supplies' addiction. Been jonesin' for some new Sharpies.
And I'll probably buy some shoes. 'Cause you know, girls and shoes.
ETA: Saving this spree for Sunday: OfficeMax will be having a 15% 'fill-up-the-bag' deal. No Sales Tax and a sale at the office supply store? Makes my ole heart go pitter-patter.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
My late husband had a 1-carat diamond ring in a yellow gold setting. It was too obviously a man's ring for me to get away with wearing it as it was. Besides, it was a little big on me and I'm not really a fan of yellow gold.
It's been in my jewelry box since he passed away & I got to thinking about here in the past few weeks. I had three choices: leave it hidden away in the jewelry box or sell it (because even if I ever do meet someone else, I wouldn't give it to that person to wear) or have it remade into something pretty for me to wear.
Which is what I did. I had the stone put into a white gold, filigree setting--I wanted something antique/estate ring looking and that's what I found. My jeweler did a beautiful job resetting the stone; he's really an artisan in his work. They called me Tuesday to tell me it was ready. I picked the ring up yesterday and have been wearing it ever since.
And how does this relate to a daily 'happiness' post? Because I've come to the realization in the past little while that I've been 'happier' since I've had the ring on. I moved my wedding band to my right hand May of last year and stopped wearing it altogether back in January*. There's something about this ring--I feel connected to my late, beloved husband without feeling as if I'm trying to unrealistically cling to something that no longer exists. Plus it's pretty.
*The only thing I can say about taking it off is...it was the right time for me. I've not given it a second thought since I took it off.
Of course, I'm already behind, but better late than never, so here's my first 'August Happiness Challenge' post...on August 2nd:
The Braves made some brilliant moves on trade deadline day, picking up Mark Teixeira and deepening the bullpen*. Mets & Phillies, here we come!
*I will save the comcomitant sadness in Julio Franco being designated for assignment & placed on waivers due to the trade for September.