Musical Blunders and Other Things, Too

I need to stop buying Groupons.

A few weeks ago, I bought 2 tickets to a local movie theater where you can eat dinner AND watch movies at the same time, for $5 each.  They expire this Thursday.  I had accepted the fact that the tickets would go to waste because we never go see movies and why would I think this month would be any different?  Until I saw this pop up on my twitter feed on Tuesday morning:

I texted hubs with our new Tuesday night plans, and he was game.  So we got home from work, walked Buster, apologized to him for leaving again so soon, and headed to the theater.

When we got to the counter and handed the Groupon to the girl at the register, she radio’d to her manager to ask if Groupons could be used for the Coldplay movie since it is a special event.

Fffffffffffffffudge.

The answer was no.  Last time I checked, I had movie tickets for a movie theater and the Coldplay special event was a MOVIE.  Why is life so hard?  We left and went to Taco Mac to drown our sorrows in queso and beer, and returned home to this smug little face:

It’s like he is saying “I told you so”.  With his eyes.

I love Thanksgiving, or whatever (mostly just the stuffing), but the cream of my holiday crop is Christmas.   I don’t bother buying pumpkins or orange-colored decorations for October/November, 50% because I hate Halloween/the color orange, and 50% because they just get in the way of Christmas.  That being said, I do try to have some restraint when it comes to celebrating too early.  Commercialization of Christ’s birth, yadda yadda yadda, I LOVE JINGLE BELLS and you can’t take that away from me.

So maybe I’ve been listening to Christmas music on Spotify and in the privacy of my cubicle at work and in my car during my commute.  Don’t judge me.  Now if this swamp cough I’ve been fighting for the better part of 2 weeks would just go away already, I could sing along.

Touché.

Speaking of Spotify, I was surprised when it started up yesterday and I saw an ad for Christina Aguilera’s new album, which was already available for streaming.  Come again?  I am a CA fan (though I wish she would wear pants more often) and expected it to be more of an event when her new album came out.  No idea it was already here.

So far…it’s all right.  If you’re going to sample it, I suggest the tracks Lotus Intro (it’s synthy-soothing), Blank Page (old school Christina ballad), and Cease Fire.  Just a Fool ft. Blake Shelton is not bad either.  I could see ellipticizing to this.

I’ve been casually watching the new show Nashville on ABC (coveting Connie Britton’s hair throughout), and noticed the daughters on the show are also real-life sisters from the video below, who are crazy talented.  My sister sent me the link to their cover of Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend” a few weeks ago, and we both wondered, what were we doing throughout our childhood?  Playing outside?  We wasted so much precious time.

Also, their first names are Lennon and Maisy, which are almost as cool and unique as Anne and Sara.

WIth that totally organic segway into social networking…

Did anybody else see the new feature on Facebook, couples pages?  You don’t even get a chance to opt out – it’s automatically there!  Hubs and I are horrified.  Luckily our couples page is pretty sparsely populated, because we tend to interact in person rather than on Facebook.  Still…I’m creeped out.  To see yours, go to facebook.com/us.  I apologize in advance.

Funny Valentine's Day Ecard: I'm ready to change my Facebook relationship status if you are.
And speaking of being creeped out, Instagram now has webpages for all of its users, too.  And they didn’t even ask me first!  I like Instragram in the privacy of my iPhone.  A few weeks ago my dad quit facebook because “Mark Zuckerberg is a bad guy.”  (I guess he didn’t see The Social Network in 2010?)  Maybe my dad was right.
One last gripe and then I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled wondering-what-to-eat-for-lunch-today schedule.
LEAVES.  Oh God, the leaves.  They are everywhere.  The thought of raking right now makes me want to weep.  We’re too cheap to pay someone to clear our leaves for us.  So the next time there is an unseasonably warm Sunday in Atlanta, you can find me in the front yard with a boombox, a bottle of wine, and tears.  So many tears.
Annnnnnnnnnnnd how do I always manage to mess up the spacing on my posts?  Always.  I give up.  Sorry this post is so meaty.  Or am I?!?  At least I posted.
I hate everything.

Peeta Memes

Fun fact: for the first half of the Hunger Games movie, my older sister, who had not yet read the books, couldn’t figure out Peeta’s real name.  She thought they were saying “Peter” with a British accent.  Makes me giggle.  That was last Friday, after which she borrowed book 1 from my mom, so I can only assume that she’s finished Mockingjay by now.

These Peeta memes, courtesy of crushable.com, made my Friday morning 1000% brighter, so I hope you enjoy them, too.  Here is a taste:

Whoopsie Daisy

*ahem* I apologize for the delay in, well, posting anything for the last couple of weeks.  I’ve been tired.  My brain, specifically.  And sometimes I get lazy and just don’t feel like posting, well, anything.  But!  Here is a rundown of where I’ve been and what you’ve missed (if you’ve missed it).

Hubs and I ran a 5k so we could hopefully get a better seed in a big 10k that we run every summer.  But it turns out that our 10k time from 2 years ago got us a better slot than our 5k time from a few weeks ago, so it was pointless.  At least I got a not-horrible race photo out of it:

This is the last 0.1 miles, right when I realized that my shoelace, which was holding my car key in place, was coming untied, which was inconvenient to say the least.

We also made the annual trek to Savannah, Georgia to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with hubs’s parents and all of his best friends from high school.  It was SO much fun.  I especially love the sweet hats that my mother-in-law bought for us to wear.

St. Paddy’s is like Christmas in Savannah.  Everything is closed, everybody watches a ginormous parade, and my father-in-law picks us up when we’re drunk and ready to come home…so it’s more like a prom that everyone goes to, really.

Buster was especially exhausted from all of the excitement.  We also found out on this car ride that he hates motorcycles.

My mom’s birthday was on Saturday, so, being the young adults that we are, my 3 sisters and I took her to see The Hunger Games on Friday night.  I was so excited to see the movie, but it was hard not to notice all of the differences from the book that I don’t think I enjoyed it as much as I will the 2nd time around (when I force hubs to take me again (later this week)).  My oldest sister hadn’t read the book, so seeing her reaction to things like the part where they revoke the 2-winners-from-1-district rule were priceless (“Seriously?!?  Are you kidding me!?!”).  We also sat in front of a row of 11 year olds, who screamed “My life is oooooover!” everytime Katniss and Peeta kissed.  I assumed they were not on Team Gale.

I will admit that every time Katniss and Peeta had an emotional moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about this:

Damn you, interwebz.

That is pretty much all that you missed while I was being lazy and not blogging.  The end.