Sunday, April 26, 2009

97. Vacation

Greetings from Missouri.

It's hot, holy cow. Which is saying a lot, because I am nearly almost always cold. I'm hoping for thunderstormage soon, because it's sweltering in here.

Last night we caught a completely amazing burlesque show for J's bachelorette party. I've never seen a group pay such perfect homage to the form, and my friend Laura was by far the best of them all. We had a fabulous time, indeed.

Today my dad took us to a gun range. I have only gone shooting once before, but both times I favored the revolver. I tried some rifles and a .45 as well, but they were a bit much for me. Not that I'd own a gun, because I sincerely don't see much purpose in it...but for grins, the revolver is my choice. I am like Miss Peacock, in the lounge. Drinking martinis and shooting people for undisclosed reasons.

I found out Obama is going to be in town on Wednesday for a town hall meeting. I requested tickets, but I doubt I'll get a pair. They're free, but there was only a limited number. I won't know for a couple of days if I got them.

It's still hot.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

96. Easter, Mexi-style

This year we celebrated Easter Sunday (and also Matt and I's 6th wedding anniversary) with chicken, white bean and spinach enchiladas.
Because they're tasty.
Of course, if you're going to have a Mexican Easter celebration, you have to have the Mexican Catholic devotional candle of Jesus. Luckily for us, I found this one for $2 in the same aisle as the enchilada sauce.

Now, if only we had some margaritas.
Happy Easter!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

95. My brain could use a break

I've been hacking away at my English essay all morning, and after a week of struggling over the subject matter, I think it's finally starting to evolve into something that at least has a point. So I'm feeling good about that.

It's been kind of tough to teach myself good school habits. I have to learn to manage my time better and not put things off. I've always been comfortable with writing, but not writing for an assignment in such a structured sense. I have to just make myself sit and write, rather than writing when I feel compelled to do so, and it's hard.

I suppose this is what college is like though. I should just get used to it.

Onto happier things. Here's a band I find myself obsessed with these days. They're pretty much fantastic. Just maybe minimize the video itself if you find that you're easily disturbed by gold women. Because it's filled with lots of them.

Portugal the Man: