Forever 1990

Last weekend Robin and I went shopping. I took a lot of photos in Forever 21, which has some of the best and worst clothing in the mall.

We weren't sure about these little green shoes. They're almost cute, but I'm not sure how they would look with an actual outfit.

You know you owned a shirt like this in the early 90's.

Robin tends to like tops like these...all frilly and lacy. I'm not a lace person.

I hate this type of pattern. The fashion mags are calling it "Painterly", but to me it looks more like someone attacked this dress with a permanent marker.

I love the pattern on this dress. It's amazing.

This looks like the type of bag I would have been embarrassed for my mom to carry when I was a kid. Seriously, I knew people who owned this in the 90's. Why is it back - and why at Forever 21?

These shoes remind me of my first hideous pair of high heels. They belonged to my cousin in the '80s and I used to wear them around the house for dress up.

3-on-3

Our company sponsors this every year. You can click on the picture to see it bigger.

The photos are from www.makemeaprint.com.

I've been angry and sad about the things that you do

Tonight I wasted $7.50 watching Amanda Seyfried (Plastic Karen in Mean Girls) try to determine which of several men is her father in time for him to walk her down the isle.

Don't get me wrong, Seyfried is really enjoyable on screen. Mostly what the movie suffers from is an extreme excess of songs. After each song there is approximately ten seconds of dialogue which nudges the plot along, then it's time for another song.

Of course the excessive (and weird) songs are not the only issue. Meryl Streep and Co. take up much, much, much more of the movie than I would have anticipated. Mostly this flick is about their former exploits. Occasionally we flick back to Amanda (aka Sophie) and once in a while there are these three men.

In the end Sophie doesn't find out who her father is, but the men agree to share Sophie, while Pierce Brosnan takes Donna (Streep) all for himself, Stellan Skarsgard get's chased after by one of Donna's friends, and Collin Firth confesses that he is actually gay. If that isn't enough to ruin the movie for you, I don't know what is.

Save your money and call Mamma Mia! a miss.

How Can I Breath Without You?

Trigger Happy

When I'm home Holly always has new places she thinks Bethy and I ought to go. Frequently these are restaurants. This time it was Dewey's Pizza - one of many fine dining experiences only available in the greater Cincinnati area.

While we were there I commented that all the good restaurants are responsible for making Cincinnati the fattest city in the world, but evidently our title was stolen by a city in Oklahoma somewhere.

Dewey's is pretty amazing. They have a lot of options, but what we went for was pepperoni with double bacon.

Long Weekend. Long Day.

I got Monday off because of my birthday (yes, kids, my boss is still the best). I got Friday off because it was July Fourth. Three day work weeks are the best, ever. I may not go back to the regular sort.

Friday was a weird sort of day, but I spent a lot of it asleep, so I'll count it as a good one.

Today I got up super early (or 6:50 am) to buy stuff I needed & clean out my car. The latter action being completely unnecessary for today, but probably beneficial in the long term. I have to have deadlines to get anything done. If I don't have a reason to do something (aside from an arbitrary rule like "cars should be clean") it doesn't happen.

It was a perfect day for the canoeing & the river was beautiful. Jon thinks I didn't enjoy myself and Emily thinks she ran us into too many tree branches, but they're both wrong. I had a great time and the only real problem we had with trees was when I unwittingly left my oar in one.

Afterwards we had a fastfood picnic and then we all went home to sleep...except that it's my weekend to mow the lawn...so I did that instead.

All that and I still have the joy of knowing that tommorow is not Monday!

Happy Birthday

Celi turned 25 this week. Sunday we celebrated with lunch. We narrowly missed having to explain to management why Robin had killed our waitress. It's just possible that the lack of rasberry syrup in her tea might not have seemed like a good enough reason for homocide.

We kept losing party goers, so Robin and I decided to continue the birthdaying on Tuesday with some cake, awesome presents and Taco Bell.