1.  I saw a homeless man on roller skates pushing his grocery cart in Daisy Duke denim shorts.  The tiny shorts go with roller skates but skates don’t really seem to go with homelessness. 

2.  I think The Steve Miller Band made up the word pompitous.  As in “Some people call me Maurice, cause I speak of the pompitious of love.”

3.  The Science of Sleep.

4.  Full frontal nudity in the aforementioned movie.  Why?  There was no need, I got the idea, I knew he was naked, I didn’t need to see the whole package.

5.  A chain of restaurants called The Pink Taco…again, I ask why?

6.  My husband feels that members of the so called “Club Brown” are intrinsically more high-maintenance than other women, however, women from my family could potentially be the highest maintenance of all.

7.  As we drove to San Antonio this weekend, my husband and I had a conversation with my friend and her fiance about the morality of Meredith and Derek and the raw talent of Michael and Kayne.  I have officially crossed over into the sad sad realm of people who talk about TV show characters as if they are people I actually know and interact with enough to call them by only their first names.

There are only a few instance in my life when I’ve actually thought to myself, “This is perfect.”

I remember being an undergrad and it was December in New Mexico. I worked on campus, so I took a break and walked over to the book store. It was a nice 7 minute walk and I bought a Mulled Spiced Cider in honor of the weather and the season, and because I had a minor crush on the barista who was also in my Honors class. We innocently flirted for a few minutes and I left with a smile on my face. As I walked back I was enjoying the cold weather and the anticipation of snow. I had plans for the evening and I was looking forward to spending some time with my friends. Outside of the music building, there was a tuba quartet playing Christmas carols outside, which struck me as bizarre, but made me happy since I love Christmas music.

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So it’s my birthday. A day I usually make so much commotion about, that I exhaust people before it even begins. I love to tell people that when I was born even Mother Nature herself knew the world would never be the same again, so she changed the season from Summer to Fall. Since I was born on the Autumnal Equinox, I find this statement hilarious purely because it’s absolutely ludicrous. What’s even funnier are the people who think I’m serious. They stick their noses in the air and huff, “Oh she’s so full of herself. The season does not change just because of her.”

Right, like I’m actually trying to convince them. Oh darn, they’re too smart for my tricks. Guess I didn’t fool these geniuses.

Anyway, a year older but the question is…am I a year wiser? Let’s examine the evidence. (more…)

So my husband and I have a different perspective on music. Ok, music and humor. Well, music and humor and family. Fine. We differ or just about everything but my point here is music since it is a particular passion of both of ours.

I love music, but I mostly love music as a catalyst for something else. Emotion. I don’t particularly care what type of music it is as long as I can somehow get behind it. Zach on the other hand is looking for something very different. He wants originality, creativity, complexity of lyrics, intricacy of music, and overall talent. I couldn’t care less about these things. (more…)

1. Jenny

My mother, whose name is Rita.  My mom gets weird about things she doesn’t like.  Some things really upset her., take for instance people dealing with some sort of mental complication.  There are two stories that really got to her.  The first is Of Mice and Men, wonderful story but there’s this part at the end where George has to kill his feeble minded friend Lenny.  As Lenny sits down, he asks his friend to talk about the rabbits, which always made him happy. It’s a really moving part of the movie that sends my mom into wretched crying jags.  The second story is Forrest Gump where Forrest is enamored with Jenny.  So I called my mom Jenny, or rather Jen-ay which sort of got under her skin, but when I felt particularly wrong by parental figures I would mix the two saddest stories and come up with something like this, “Hey Jen-ay, what about dem rabbits, tell me ‘bout dem rabbits Jen-ay.â€?  Cruel, I know, but funny. (more…)