July 5th, 2008

I always get excited for the Olympics, every few years I get to relish in all of that athletic glory.  The ironic thing is I never partook in sports growing up.  Let me clarify, my mother made me participate in organized sports and I still hold it against her.  That is one of those things, like Rule #472 when I have a kid: never force them to do something for too long that makes them feel inferior, weak, less than, inadequate/ let them do it long enough to figure out if they are going to like it.  But I love watching athletes.  I like watching them try because it’s the trying part that I have such a hard time with in my own life.  Good for them, those competitive people who might win something for their trying, or better yet just go home with a sense of accomplishment.  And I’m a sucker for those feel good stories, like the people who have come from hardship, beaten the odds, are way too old for their sport but they keep truckin’, come in last.  Love it all.  I still can’t figure out if I like the winter or summer Olympics better.  I like the running, but I like when they ski then shoot something.  I like pairs figure skating, but I like mens gymnastics.  I don’t like volleyball, but I don’t like hockey either.  So I go either way.  What I do know is I love the opening and closing ceremonies, those are always fantastic.

8/8/08 mark your calendar.

July 4th, 2008

It’s a holiday, Mike made fried food and I watched Rascal Flatts sing with the Boston Pops and I stole this from Jenn, because it’s one of the best things ever!:

DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep
up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement
was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means, and how
to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

July 3rd, 2008

Indignant, stuck up, douche bag, know-it-all upper management.

July 2nd, 2008

I had the best time last night at the American Idol concert and I had no doubt that I would. The things I expected to be great about it were great and the things that I wasn’t expecting to be great were such sweet surprises. It wasn’t as big as I thought it was going to be and that was nice, we were pretty far away but it was all relative because the place wasn’t massive, no arena or football stadium feel. It was intimate, as intimate as you can get with thousands of people. The performers were set really nicely, and I liked the way each singer got to showcase their style and their talent. All top ten performed and each of them sang 3 songs by themselves, with the exception of the top 4 singing 4 songs a piece.  For me, the highlights were Chikezie, Jason Castro, Brooke White and of course, David Cook, who looked as if he was a pro.  I think the reason why the former stood out for me was because they never sounded that good on the show.  They were phenomenal, and I would buy all of their albums right now.

Oh, and of course David Cook was singing to me at one point, not sure if anyone else knew that or not.

The best part about the night was that I got to spend it with Mike.  Any time I can spend a whole ten hours with him, holding his hand, laughing, enjoying life, being huggy and remembering that we do love spending time together is a success.  At one point in the night I leaned over and I said thank you for this and he leaned back and said that I deserved it.  That was the nicest thing next to “I do” that I have ever heard.  He’s a sweetie and those are the times I know that what we’re doing here together is the right thing to do.

Now, I just have to hold out until October, that’s only 90 days until David Cook releases his first album…

July 1st, 2008

Can’t blog for long today… I’m heading off to Phoenix real soon! I’ve got a date with David Cook, oh and Mike’s coming too. We will probably be the oldest people at the American Idol concert who didn’t bring any kids. But I’m cool with that. So enjoy my new layout because it’s the first of the month and miss me.

Something to wonder about: I had this same dream but it was better… must have been the cheese.

June 30th, 2008

Google the following and fill in the first choice

1: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search:

Tara needs to be in one place long enough to establish a trusting relationship with a good, interested, capable therapist.

That is so so so funny.

2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:

Tara looks like her hair was ripped out at the root in a horrific head-Hoovering accident.

Do I really look that bad?

3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:

Tara does amazing things in Idaho!

I’ve never even been to Idaho (!).

4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search:

Tara hates the 4th of July, too.

No, I don’t.  I hate other days, but not that one.

5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:

Tara goes to Hogwart’s.

Yay!!!

6: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search:

Tara loves cats!

Yay, again!!!

7: Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search:

Tara eats Seattle.

The whole thing?  Really?  That’s a lot of chewing.

8: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search:

Tara has a banana boat full of letters.

That’s a really weird thing to have.

9: Type in “[your name] died” in Google Search:

Tara died in 4 minutes…

Creepy.

10: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search:

The glory of Tara will never fade.

Sweet!

June 29th, 2008

More epic?  Going to Disney Land whilst the It’s a Small World ride is closed for renovations but still riding Splash Mountain and being photographed on the tea cups or attending the kick-off concert of American Idol 2008, and witnessing 1 million prepubescent girls scream and never have to say your sorry for joining in and feeling like a kid again?
(Was I biased on that one?)

I’ve never been to Disney Land, but I have been to Disney World twice.  Let me put this in perspective for you though, I haven’t been to Disney World since 1984.  Do you know what was at Disney World in 1984?  A bunch of rides, a quarter of Epcot and certainly nothing very cool when you were smashed into a car with no air conditioning and seven people and you drove all the way to Florida from New Hampshire in the summer.

I am going to relish every moment of my Idol experience this Tuesday evening in Glendale, AZ, David Cook may even be singing to me, you don’t know.  I may even buy a t-shirt, we’ll see.

(This topic was generated from a series of text messages between me and my friend; he’s enjoying the high life in California while I was here at home pondering what to blog about… he stirs up the best topics.)

Something else to ponder: why do I love unabashedly  Ace Ventura Pet Detective but still hate venomously Dumb and Dumber ?  What’s wrong with me?

June 28th, 2008

It’s hard for me to even present this little nugget to you without bursting into laughter and tears, and in all honesty Mike offered this opinion to me completely serious.

Mike: “I think Pauly Shore was a really important figure from our past*… not the actual guy Pauly Shore, but the character Pauly Shore.”

*something to that effect

You heard that right.  My highly educated, very successful, brilliant minded husband thinks that Pauly Shore, the character, defines our generation, was an important figure in history and was one of the most influential character actors of our time.

Again, I’m not kidding.

Let’s examine:

-his career started, as himself, on MTV, hosting Totally Pauly in 1988.  We were 13 so I could see how completely idiotic bathroom humor and looking at girl’s breasts were the hot ticket to a boy about to go through puberty.

-Coined “Hey, Buddy!”, the “Wiez”; and some of my favorite movie quotes of all time include and are not limited to the following:

No weezing the ju-uice.

Look, Steven Tyler peejays!

Can I call you “General Sweetpants”?

Shave the poochie poochie!

-I could watch Encino Man and Son in Law probably back to back all weekend long because they are mindless movies that remind me of when everything was neon and plastic, when the early ’90s were fun because we were all still stuck in the ’80s.

(and I love how that bad bad movie was promoted, “If you liked Wayne’s World…” not even comparable.  And people forget that Sean Astin, Lord of the Dorks, was in this movie.  On the other hand, it’s worth watching just to see Brendan Fraser’s hot body.

I’m getting off topic.

-Bio-Dome- Mike is convinced that this is one of the greatest comedies of our time, daresay greatest movies of all time.  Although I have a place in my heart for Mr Shore, I can assure you that I do not rank this movie any where near my top ten movies of all time.  He also thinks that this was Stephen Baldwin’s best work.  I have to say his best work was in this past season of The Celebrity Apprentice, where he played the sneaky villainous Jesus freak.

In conclusion, love him or hate him, as most people do, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Pauly Shore shaped the face of our generation.  I mean, we are Generation X, and really we have our own bad rap already: losers, slackers, bane… we certainly don’t need the D+ comedy of say Jury Duty or In The Army Now to bring us any further down.  But if you take those movies and the annoying yet slapstickling funny and memorable comedy of Pauly Shore with the proverbial grain of salt then it’s okay.  Because if we are the generation without a face at least one of comedy, laughter and goofiness is better than the alternative.

-See, he’s just a regular Joe now.

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June 27th, 2008

That was today. Tomorrow I have something I need to blog about because it is probably the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time, and I can’t rush through it. It’s ridiculous but the person who gave me the idea was so straight forward serious that most of the humor came in his conviction. Other than that tomorrow I’m going to sit on the couch, watch a lot of what evers on Bravo or VH1, and make a good dinner.

It’s the exciting life I lead. I am going to restrict myself to iTunes downloads, because I’m like a chubby girl in a bakery filling my iPod daily with tasty treats… so, I have to cut down because that really adds up and I need a little self-control (this analogy needs also to be applied for when I’m in an actual bakery). I did get my fix today with Keith Urban’s new greatest hits album. He’s a hot tamale, that’s for sure. I’m sure I’ve said that I’m slowly getting into country music, it really has to have a certain sound for me to take to it though. I like steel guitars and those little guitars, what are they? Anyhow, a little twang is charming but I still can’t do some country sounds and it’s hard to describe what they are but when I hear them I’m just not sure if I can process them the right way, I mean in a genuine way, the way that incessant grungy feedback is sweet sweet music to my ears. You know what I’m saying? But this guy, I like. I can only describe his voice like if Bryan Adams wasn’t Canadian or rock, he would be Keith Urban, and vice versa, if Keith Urban wasn’t Australian or country, he’d be… you get what I’m saying. Good stuff.

June 26th, 2008

Here are the rules of the game:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into flickr search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Answers in the tags…