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.

Academy A{nnie}wards

When I mentioned to hubs on Sunday morning that the Oscars were on later that night, he started to panic, before I cut him off and reminded him that AWARDS SEASON IS MY FOOTBALL SEASON, and at least I don’t make him go to all of the games, so to speak.  So he mostly let me enjoy them in peace.  And while I am by no means a fashion guru, I do like looking at pretty clothes, and sometimes I even have opinions on them.  I love awards season because people get dressed up and there’s always so much drama about who looks good, who looks bad, who looks one too-enthusiastic-wave away from a nip slip, etc. and I can’t get enough of it.  These are my favorite looks from last night.

Cameron Diaz
I love that her hair is short and she keeps it that way.  She makes me feel better about having super thin hair that looks awkward once it hits my shoulders.  This picture is from the after party because I like this even better than her awards show look.  Not many people can pull off orange.

Shailene Woodley
I think most of my goodwill for her comes from the fact that a) I actually saw The Descendants last week, and b) she has risen above a really horrible ABC Family show to work with George Clooney and get nominated for multiple awards as a result.  This dress might not be the most conventional choice, but I think it suits her fashion sense, because this is a girl that will wear purple pants when everyone else is wearing cocktail dresses.  Also, she just seems really cool and smart and like she’s not taking any of this for granted.  Some people should take notes (*ahem* Rooney Mara).

Emma Stone
I love Emma Stone.  I’m not sure why.  But I think this dress is fun and youthful and looks so snazzy on her.  I appreciate that she didn’t go the strapless route.  And I have two shirts in my closet with similar necklines in similar colors.  Maybe that’s why I like this so much.

Michelle Williams
I never imagined that I would appreciate anything that Michelle Williams wore anytime, ever, because she tends to dress herself like a child who is very aware that she is adorable, and that kind of drives me insane.  But I like this.  Mostly because it doesn’t look like a 12 year old’s cotillion dress.

Gwyneth Paltrow
SHE IS WEARING A CAPE AND IT LOOKS AWESOME.  That’s pretty much it.

Quit Typing 2011 Already

Apologies for the December sabbatical that I took from the blog.  I think I needed a break from life over the holidays.  Any grand plans I had to be productive were abandoned for some good old fashioned me time.  Here’s what I did over the past few weeks:

Read
The Hunger Games: all 3 books in the trilogy (The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mockingjay) in about 7 days, only interrupted by Christmas day itself.  I was obsessed.  The movie looks killer and much better than Twilight, probably.

Then I started Mindy Kaling’s book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?  And Other Concerns.  My Dad gifted it to me for Christmas with a “is this book about insecurities and lack of self-confidence, or…?”

Watched
A shit ton of movies, for me: Winter’s Bone, Pretty Woman, The Kids Are All Right, Heathers
{Fun fact: I convinced hubs to watch Pretty Woman by telling him that there was a surprise twist ending.  Spoiler alert: there wasn’t.}

Rode
In the car for lots of hours between my in-law’s house and my own.  It was Buster’s first road trip, and he did pretty well, aside from the nose prints and the couple of times that he insisted on riding up front with me.

Ran
Hubs and I began a Couch-to-5k running plan that we are constantly trying to catch up with (completed workouts on the “Meh-xercise” page).  I timed it perfectly to coincide with a Valentine’s Day themed 5k in February, and then we almost immediately fell behind for various reasons.  But we’re committed to doing all of the workouts before race day.  And by race, I mean waddle.

Familied
Most importantly, I spent time with my entire family, and loved every second of it.  Especially the moment when I realized that the confetti I had intended my nephew to dig through to find his Christmas presents would become airborne as soon as he opened the box.  My bad.

I hope you also had a restful and me-time-filled holiday break of some sort.  Now back to our regularly scheduled job-hating, sleep-depriving, stress-causing lives.

Digging Out

Apologies for the radio silence over the past week.  I’m sure both of you (zing!) were wondering, why haven’t I seen a new post from Anne in a few days?

Truth be told, the last week has been nuts.

Work was busy like I’ve never experienced before, thanks to a little bit of this (we got Bobbed, a la Office Space):

And then in an epic battle of the Techs, Georgia Tech took a big hit in a loss against Virginia Tech on Thursday night, which I witnessed firsthand, in the cold, where even ski socks and parkas couldn’t keep me warm.  Stupid turkeys.

On Saturday, I had the honor of being one of my best friend’s bridesmaids in her wedding.  Hubs was a groomsman too, and we had a blast celebrating.  I don’t have pictures yet, but this is the dress that the bride wore, and it was a-MAHZ-ing.  But in white, because she’s not weird like Gwen Stefani.

To top things off, I moved into a new cube at work today.  And by new cube, I mean they relocated our whole team into an annex building, so now we feel like outcasts and we’re having a hard time finding our way around.  Also, someone in IT who is “testing the wireless signal” is actually watching American Psycho in one of our conference rooms.  I’m not even going to try to google image that movie.  This is how I choose to remember Christian Bale:

Laurie, forever.

There Is a Right Way to Eat Popcorn

When we were younger, my sisters and I were taught the elements of how to eat popcorn the correct way:

Quantity: Take a small number of pieces out of the bag/bowl/bucket.  Preferable amount is 5-7 pieces, without butter, duh: it’s messy AND fattening.  Deplorable.
Speed: Grab your pieces of popcorn as quickly as possible.
Noise: Make as little noise as possible while pecking for popcorn, so help you God.
Agility: Place all selected pieces of popcorn into your mouth and close your lips BEFORE chewing.  This element is crucial.
Minimal Disturbance: Chew slowly and quietly with your mouth closed.
Repetition: Repeat until you mess up any of the above 5 elements.  Then your popcorn will be taken away from you.

It wasn’t until I got to high school and started going to movies with my friends that I noticed,

People do not follow the popcorn rules!  How could they not know?!

It was then that I realized that the popcorn rules weren’t as widely accepted as, say, turning off your cellphone during a movie, or holding doors open for old people, or washing your hands after going to the bathroom.  Yes, people break these rules, but they all get the stink eye for them.  If you cut in line, everyone will judge you.  If you eat popcorn loudly in a movie theater, only I will judge you.  And even though I know that it’s not normal to be annoyed by people who eat popcorn the wrong way, it still bugs the hell out of me.  I know I have problems.

I also can’t help pointing out the wrong-popcorn-eaters to my husband on the rare occasion that he actually takes me out in public.  He never notices it until I point it out to him by saying, Do you hear that guy two rows back chomping on his popcorn?  It’s so loud I think my ears are bleeding!  And then we trade seats and it’s another 12 months before I get to go to the movies again.  The last one we saw together in theaters was Inception, and before that it was Slumdog Millionaire.  In my dream movie theater, everyone gets to wear noise-cancelling headphones with adjustable volume.  But then I’d be complaining about people who text during movies, and…well, what’s the point.  That’s why I have Netflix.