Black paint and red shoes

Ch-Ch-Changes...

2008-02-18T19:40:00.000-08:00

I'm moving my blog over to Wordpress due to Blogger's ineptitude. I don't settle for mediocrity. Click here to be instantly transported. Thanks, Shanna!

Still in Recovery Mode...

2008-02-17T17:42:00.001-08:00

I've slept over 24 hours this weekend..possibly more than I have all week long. Hopefully, I'll be 100% better tomorrow....ecspecially, because I'm guaranteed at least 2 hours of un-paid overtime tomorrow. Oh, the joys of legitamized writing.

In other news, I'm loving both the spring collection for Old Navy (hello, gladiator sandals and tribal prints) and Gap (candy-colored pants and cropped trench coats? Yes, please). I wish my bank account and the weather would catch up with my spring fever.

Cough, Cough...

2008-02-16T10:10:00.000-08:00

I slept over 12 hours, and I still feel groggy/stuffy. Owen woke up this morning without the use of his alarm which is huge for him. He usually pushes "snooze" at least 5 times before getting out of bed which is fine during the week. But, on Saturday, when he has to be at class by 9 AM...well, I become evil girlfriend about the 3rd "snooze." Today, though, he was very thoughtful. Now if I had someone to bring me chocolate chip Poptarts, I would be set.

I was suppose to attend my brother's basketball game, have lunch with my mommy and put in a few hours at work (because I don't do enough unpaid overtime)...but instead I'm cuddling with the creature in bed. Minus beng sick, I would say this was an awesome way to start my day.

To all Blogger users:

2008-02-16T10:08:00.001-08:00

I keep getting ridiculous spam in my comment section. How do I get the pornographic/viral comments to stop? Please help.

Sorry...

2008-02-15T19:43:00.001-08:00

I've been MIA lately, because I'm sick. However, I had a swell Valentine's filled with chocolate, flowers and a candle-lit dinner. The O does not disappoint.

I'm extremely loopy on cough syrup and sleeping meds right now, so I'm going to stream an episode of "The Hills" and then crash out. I promise I will do better tomorrow. Hope you have a better evening.

Happy Valentines Day!

2008-02-14T05:41:00.001-08:00

This is one of the cards that my Mommy sent me for V-Day. Yes, I said one. The lady loves greeting cards. I love, love, LOVE the cute little Bostie on this card. Anyway, have a fantastic day.

Yuck!

2008-02-13T19:44:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling crappy today, and I worked way too many hours. Sorry for the lack of posts today. At the rate I'm going, I will probably be at home sick all day on Friday. No, really.

In other news, I will try to have a super special Valentine's story for you all tomorrow.

15 Goals to Accomplish in the Next 10 Years

2008-02-12T20:12:00.000-08:00

I operate best with deadlines, so I'm going to verbalize the things I would like to accomplish in the next 10 years. By putting it out there, I'm hoping that I'll put enough subconcious stress on my over-achiever side to force myself to accomplish these goals..all of them...

At least that's the rational...

1.) Write a novel (possibly a memoir about my upbringing in rural South Texas. I provide an interesting perspective on the topic, because I'm one of the very few that escaped this self-sustaining culture).
2.) Own a home.
3.) Have a signature scent.
4.) Make a habit of annual health screens, 2-year rabies vaccinations (for the Brie) and 5000-mile oil changes.
5.) Seriously consider birthing children with the option of deferring the issue for a few more years.
6.) Visit France, New York City, Italy and Boston.
7.) Adopt another Boston Terrier. Name him Walter.
8.) See Zeppelin, Regina Spektor, Dylan, Neko Case, Radiohead, Amy Winehouse and Tegan & Sara in concert.
9.) Find a pair of jeans that fit my butt without cutting off the circulation to my hips.
10.) Freelance/work for a major magazine.
11.) Have a conversation with my parents that goes beyond "How was your week?"
12.) Ride a roller-coaster (due to a paralyzing fear of heights, I never have).
13.) Own a walk-in closet worth of clothing that is neither too trendy or classic.
14.) Overcome the glass ceiling, big boobs/small brain stereotype and "fat day" complex.
15.) Emit more or as much love as I am so blessed to receive.

Thought for Food

2008-02-12T19:56:00.000-08:00

Owen finally perfected his pineapple/rum chicken. And let me say, it was delicish. He cooks dinner almost every evening. I am very spoiled.

I'm really feeling the newest Samuel Adam's seasonal brew, White Ale. It has a complex, rich flavor with a nice mellow end. Also, in the vein of beer news, I have a new favorite beet at Andy's, Haymaker. Very similar to Leininkugel minus the fruity tones, I'm struck by the hearty tones in this beer. So much nicer than my standard Bud Light bottle.

Me on Tuesday

2008-02-12T05:56:00.000-08:00

Happy Tuesday morning. I'm hoping to leave work on time today. I don't know if that has happened in the past month.

Side note

2008-02-11T20:53:00.000-08:00

Amy Winehouse was brilliant at the Grammy's last night. I know that her stage presence was a tad more animated than usual (hello, she's sober), but her voice was incredible. I'm so happy that she, a non-commercial artist, won over a more MTV-friendly pop act.

So...

2008-02-11T20:33:00.001-08:00

I was prepared to write a very thoughtful/intelligent post about relationships this evening. But then I saw that Feist was coming to Dallas in April and....BAM my concentration was blown. Yum, Feist.

Sunday, February 10th

2008-02-11T20:15:00.000-08:00

In no particular order....

A sleeping creature....

Hot/awesome drummer from The Underwater. The only show pic I got before my camera died.

Behind this pretty gate, a wrinkled monster lies waiting to eat Brie and I piece by piece.

I watch you while you sleep.

Chair.

Curbside mosaic.

Brie's favorite park.

Chair: The Sequel.

My feet mid-swing.

So, I went

2008-02-10T23:08:00.000-08:00

to the show...pics to follow. But not many because my camera died. Sorry....

And now I hate life. I'm exhausted and probably have to work overtime this evening Blah!

Possibly The Feds/Underwater Night...

2008-02-10T15:10:00.000-08:00

I'm trying to decide if I want to go to The Feds show at Andy's (for the third time this week, sigh) tonight. One one hand, I haven't seen them play in awhile, they're playing with The Underwater, I haven't seen a few on my friends in months and I'm well-rested after sleeping over 12 hours. On the other hand, it's Sunday night, work is bound to be a bitch this week and my liver is in need of a break. How do you balance work and play?

My weekend in pictures

2008-02-10T13:06:00.000-08:00

A shot of the sunset through my dirty windshield.

We are a mac family, but Whit has a desktop surrounded by bible verse, and I have a macbook with penis pictures as my background.

Whitney Diane, future RN and all-around sweet girl.

Seriously, 5 minutes out side of Stephenville.

Me in my car with purse. Disclaimer: I know that taking pics while driving is dangerous...but there was NO ONE on that road..

O and I went to Andy's to catch coworker Corey's bluegrass band (The AM Ramblers). We were both very impressed. This is Jordan, a friend of mine by way of Andy's. He plays banjo in the band and wears cute Armani glasses. Note the extreme cigarette smoke wafting through the air.

The band resembles a small army with non-electric instruments instead of guns.

Coworker Corey in action. He plays a mean mandolin.

Owen Quotes Song Lyrics

2008-02-09T22:25:00.001-08:00

So, I just had a very long conversation with my boyfriend about why he loves me. "You give me a quiet mind." -Blue October. His quote about us...Amazing...

Greatness I Stole

2008-02-09T14:11:00.000-08:00

“ I’ve always thought that the real catches out there are guys who don’t make you feel like you’re lucky to be with them (even if you are). ” - An amazing quote that I stole from Julia Allison. She's uber-great, and I read her blog almost daily.

I'm home in bed, and I'm about to take the creature for a walk. No, not Owen.

Roadtrip...

2008-02-08T20:00:00.000-08:00

I'm visiting my little sister in Stephenville, Texas; the smallest/most secluded college town I've ever seen. But she made me lasagna AND brownies, so totally worth the trip.

(whit's mac won't let me upload pics, but I'll be sure to post one of her later this week...we don't really look alike at all)

Happy Birthday, Chloe-pants

2008-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:00

Getting ready in my tiny bathroom...

Final outfit for the evening...and O is being abrasive

Hi.

O.

Birthday girl with her crown.

Because it wouldn't be Chloe's birthday if we weren't forced to play games...

"Remember when we used to be cool band guys?"

My favorite part of the evening. Streamers!!!

Guitar hero on the big screen...Yawn! Time to go home...

Marchesca

2008-02-07T19:44:00.000-08:00

A few of my faves. If only I had a reason to own a ridiculousy expenzive but terribly fabulous evening gown

Chloe's Birthday...

2008-02-07T05:38:00.002-08:00

Chloe is 23. I bought a camera last night, so I'll put a few pics up tonight. Have a great day; as I struggle to stay awake.

Fall '08 Preview....

2008-02-05T20:57:00.000-08:00

Carolina Herrera

Halston

Proenza Schouler

Jill Staurt

Tracey Reese

Rules of 'Ships...

2008-02-04T21:04:00.000-08:00

"Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast; yeah, you make me merry, make me very very happy. But you obviously didn't want to stick around. So, I learned from you." -"Merry Happy" by Kate Nash (my obsession-o'-the-moment)

I strive to feel this way about all realtionships, both friendly and romantic, that come to a close. Reguardless of whatever drama ensued due to/because of the break-up, I want only to learn, so I never have to expierence it again. No unkind words or ridiculous pride...just peace of mind and intelligence.

In kindred spirit, I've learned,

Don't kiss two different boys in a single day. They'll both find out and be equally as pissed.
Be wary of "love." It is a cliche at this point.
When you are the happiest, be cautious. The bottom will soon fall out of your joy.
Choose the person who would never make you choose.
Good girlfriends are twice as rare as good boyfriends.
Never underestimate the power of a shared memory.
Your stomach knows the truth, even when your heart is uncertain.
Alcohol is always a good excuse for being bold but never for being trashy or hurtful.

To be continued...

My Partially-Retarded Boyfriend

2008-02-03T20:53:00.000-08:00

Owen is incapable of taking a normal picture, yet somehow he is still adorable.

I didn't get dressed until after 6 pm, and that was only to go for a jog. Hopefully, I will continue to be well-rested for the entirety of my work week...despite the fact that Wednesday is going to be a rather long evening. Chloe is turning 23, and we are celebrating Andy's-style. I feel a sick day coming on.

Fall 2008: Erin Fetherstone

2008-02-03T12:58:00.000-08:00

She is usually too cute-sy for me, but I really liked the following:

It's a Saturday!

2008-02-02T23:27:00.000-08:00

If you were listening in on my optometrist appointment this morning (but you weren't, because you weren't awake that early), you might have mistakenly thought we were discussing a great piece of artwork.

"Better 1 or 2?" "I believe that the first was better." "But this one does nothing?" "Correct." "Is this better yet?" "Yes, I think that the lines are a bit more defined, edges less blurred."

Not to mention, that I caught a glimpse of myself sitting in front of this contraption that resembled Peggy Guggenheim's famous glasses in cartoon form. In my half-drunk/half-hungover state, I found this quite amusing.

The aforementioned glasses.

Also, I had my pupils dilated. At first, it was a bit like being drunk (which was not all that fun seeing as how I was still a little drunk already), but then even inside light hurt my eyes. At Target, I bumped into a few people and what I thought might have been people but were actually shelves. I know that I looked a mess (and strung out) so I hid in the cosmetic isle so as not to scare the kiddies.

Still no new glasses, because I can't find a retailer that will take my insurance. Hopefully, I can resolve this on Monday. Perhaps, Peggy glasses are in my future.

In other news, I had way too much fun last night with Erica. I usually do when she's involved. If you add Andy's (with it's mountains of free shots) to the mix, BAM! Ridicu-osity abounds.

I'm off to bed to catch up on the hours of sleep I missed last night while damaging my liver....

At Andy's....

2008-02-02T00:35:00.000-08:00

This is why girls like band boys. In one word, hot.

Corey called in sick to work, yet he was at Andy's drinking it up, weird I know...

An image of the O, via Shanna before he lost his cool. Reguardless, I love him.

Friday Night-Going Out...

2008-02-01T19:00:00.000-08:00

Going out with the Erica tonight. Extremely happy about this...I miss hanging out with ladies and I had a LONG day at work!
I'll try to take awesome (or not awesome) drunk pictures...

My Fave Look from Catherine Holstien

2008-02-01T05:36:00.000-08:00

Catherine Holstien

I really dig the look on the left. A short, full skirt in a fun pattern with opaque tights, but I think I would pair it with a fitted V-neck tee possibly in a more basic tone like white or black. I'm a fan of the glasses, though. I might end up with something similar to those (except smaller, and more everyday friendly).

If you're wondering where I get all my info and pics from fashion shows, try here and here.

A silver lining, because there always is one...

2008-01-31T21:11:00.000-08:00

Hopefully, I will be going out with Jess-i-ma-ca Friday/Saturday night. I need some lady love and many, MANY beers. In fact, why don't we make it a Ladies-Only night? Who's available?

Also, I'm getting new glasses on Saturday! FYI, I haven't seen an optometrist since sophomore year of high school. It's been many moons since then.

PS. I'm very in to my new Kate Nash CD, Made of Bricks, (very Lily Allen-ish but with a much better voice). Highlights: "Merry Happy," MTV-hit "Foundations," "We Get On" and "Birds." This week, I've totally lip-synched to these tunes more than a few times behind my cozy little cubicle walls.

Rant(s) of the day

2008-01-31T20:54:00.000-08:00

Brie keeps throwing up on the bed while we're at work. I'm not that worried about her well-being, because she's probably just licking garbage sludge when I let her out to potty in the morning; plus she always eats her dog-food ration for the day. No, I'm mostly pissed that we have to change the bedding EVERY night. That and her farts smell terrible...

NY fashion week starts very soon. In fact, I've already seen some pics from a few parties. In moments like this, I hate that I live in Texas. Well, most moments I hate that I live in Texas...but I can't move to New York with no travel companion, very little job expierence, and no trust-fund coushin. I'm stuck here in the fashion-retarded South while I try to collect enough expierence and reference to make it in the big city.

The wind is so cold that it take my breath away...

Owen is driving me f-ing crazy with his obsession-o'-the-week: loading dvds onto his iPod via a pirated converter program. It does provide an extremely clear high-resolution conversions, but he's been at it all week. Besides, TV-sized Jimmy Paige is way hotter than the iPod-sized version.

I can't get a "woman wellness exam," because the gyno is only available during the week that I'm on my period for the next 3 months. WTF!

Kroger's sushi bar was out of chopsticks this evening. I ate my sushi with a fork. It was shockingly difficult.

Gabe, my infamous ex, contacted me today via myspace. It always throws me for a loop when he's involved...for obvious reasons...

Ok, I'm through bitching. Sometimes you just have to let all your toxic energy out. Thanks for listening.

Not running makes me fat and sad...

2008-01-30T20:57:00.001-08:00

Slacking off on my workouts has caused a serious dip in self esteem levels. I hadn't quite prepared for this. I feel terrible about being such a lazy bum. It's just so eff-ing cold out. Oh well, I guess I'll start running on the weekends. I hate myself for hating myself.

Can you be too comfortable?

2008-01-30T20:29:00.001-08:00

When do you reach the point of too comfortable in your relationship? Is it when you allow your man to see you when your sick and gross? Is it when you can take a shower together without having sex? Or is comfort just a sign of true commitment and a deeper connection?

This subject has been on my mind a lot lately. I live with my boyfriend whom I've been dating for over a year and a half (my longest relationship), and we are completely comfortable.

But are we too comfortable? We can go through entire evenings without having an interaction that rise above "Did you take the trash out?" We can spend an hour arguing over sentence structure. We've been known to split a bottle of wine and the cost of a Blockbuster rental in lieu of date night.

However...as a rule, if I can pee in front of a guy, then we are as good as done. I can't/won't at gun point pee in front of Owen. I think on some level I'm trying to mantain a female mystique and thus keep him interested. I'm sure that he doesn't care, and probably thinks I'm ridiculous. Also, I wake up every morning with new things to tell him. Sometimes, when I glance at him across the couch, I get a rush of unfamiliarity...like there are parts of him that I haven't touched, secrets left uncovered.

Is there a good balance? Or is any sense of routine a bad thing? Does true love improve with age or lose its spark as we hold fast to the embers?

Update on the Victim

2008-01-30T19:38:00.000-08:00

The newest LoofaDog is on its last leg. Brie 5 LoofaDog 0

Arts & Crafts for Adults

2008-01-30T05:44:00.000-08:00

I plan on trying this one this weekend.

Thoughts About Running

2008-01-29T20:18:00.000-08:00

I've developed a few patterns over my decade of running (gee, I feel old). If I'm wearing long sleeves, I always bury my hands inside my cuffs regardless of the temperature. I tuck the back of my long T-shirts into my shorts (a strange side effect of running in spandex for 4 years). I like wearing knee-length socks, but my shorts can't extend past my mid-thigh region (and I will roll them). I prefer to run at a nice steady pace throughout my course, however I always sprint the last 50 yards (thank you, Frannie). I will never buy running shoes that have any white on them. I sometimes try to barter my way over the harder spots in my course (like "Push through this, and you can have an extra Butterfinger tonight"), which is pointless because I'm always going to eat the extra Butterfinger plus one. I like to come up with new writing prompts and color schemes for my apartment while running. My little brother taught me how to "clear the nostrils a la football" when I was in college, and I still wait until I don't think any cars can see me to perform this un-ladylike task. I prefer to run alone, because I hate the sound of deep, labored breathing. I own a 160 gb iPod, but I continue to use my old-school Nano from 2004 out of habit and comfort. On that note,

My Soundtrack for that Last Mile (somehow my inner music critic is silenced, and I just need music with a good beat):
"99 Problems" -Jay Z
"Kiss Kiss" -Yeah Yeah Yeahs
"Burning Up" -Ashlee Simpson
"Goodnight Goodnight" -Hot Hot Heat
"Hollaback Girl" -Gwen Stefani
"Say This Sooner" -The Almost
"Umbrella" -Rhianna
"Babysitter" -Morningwood
"Flathead" -Fratellies
"Friday Night" -Lily Allen

Who needs Victoria Secret?

2008-01-29T20:08:00.000-08:00

When I got to sleep, I wear a headband to keep the hair out of my face, a bite guard to keep from grinding my teeth in sleep and sometimes tape on my forehead to prevent those deep wrinkles that stay around all day. I have no idea why Owen still wants to have sex with me.

A few more goodies from the AMAs.

2008-01-28T20:27:00.000-08:00

Vanessa Williams

Marion Cotillard

Marcia Cross

Making a move...

2008-01-28T20:11:00.000-08:00

I'll be moving this blog over to tumblr this weekend. I've been having issues posting on blogger, so I'm changing platforms. Out with the old, in with new. However, I promise to provide a link on this site. Just a little announcement.

On the verge of sicky...

2008-01-28T20:03:00.000-08:00

I'm not feeling well this evening. My head is stuffy, and my throat is scratchy. Yuck!

I hope it's just allergies...

SAG-Fashion Review (My Faves)

2008-01-28T05:37:00.000-08:00

America Ferrera

A Very-Pregnant Cate Blanchett

Ellen Pompeo

Close but no cigar:

Kate Beckinsale-Michelle Williams wore that exact color a few award seasons ago...it's been done

Ellen Page-Simple, chic dress, but funk it up with interesting shoes

Bathing Brie

2008-01-27T20:18:00.001-08:00

Pathetic creature who loathes baths...

Bath in action...

You have no idea how much she hates this...

Examples...

2008-01-27T16:53:00.000-08:00

"ur such a tough guy badass"
-An ex just told me this via aim. I really liked it.

"You're stange."
-Owen. In response to me trying to describe The Pipettes with extreme seat-dancing.

This is how you compliment a woman.

Guide to Getting Laid

2008-01-27T15:53:00.000-08:00

I hate when boys tell me I'm pretty. I prefer smart, witty, capable, strong, honest, stubborn, stylish, etc... Give me a compliment I can take credit for. I'm not responsible for my appearance. That was all my parent's doing. Besides, it requires a lot more thought and creativity to come up with something that is actually applicable to my personality, not just a blanket response about my physical appearance. So, be smart, gents. Intelligence (not pretty words) is the key to getting in a girl's pants.

Owen is making me chocolate gravy for breakfast!

2008-01-27T09:28:00.000-08:00

I should be terribly obese. My family has this recipe that's 3-generations old--chocolate gravy, heavy emphasis on chocolate. This recipe is not for the light-of-heart or appetite. The ingredients include sugar, butter, cocoa and evaporated milk which, when combined with heat, form a basic chocolate sauce. This sauce is then poured over biscuits with a tad more butter for added flavor.

I ate chocolate gravy for breakfast practically every morning when I lived at home, and I occasionally had seconds. However, I weigh under 115 pounds. I feel guilty admitting this.

PS...My whole family is small. We are bad PR for healthy family living. Eat chocolate for breakfast and you can be fit just like us!

I had to walk out of a movie tonight.

2008-01-26T22:27:00.001-08:00

45 minutes into "Cloverfield," I was running for the door. I get nautious pretty easily, and the un-steady cam work made me extremely sick! It's a shame, because the movie actuallty wasn't that bad. I'm hoping that I'll be able to watch in on a smaller screen without the vertigo. Just a few words of wisdom...

I'm bored...

2008-01-26T18:38:00.000-08:00

of work, of Denton, of life...

Since birth, every 6 years I've moved to a completely different place. At 6, we moved from Hobbs, New Mexico to Coahoma, Texas. At 12, we moved from Coahoma to Freer, Texas. At 18, I moved from Freer to Denton, Texas. It's time for something new, something bigger.

I'm the most restless person you will ever meet. Since moving out of my parent's house. I haven't lived in one place for more than a year. The longest period I've ever held the same job is one year (this was while I was in college and I only worked 2 or 3 days a week, so I'm not sure it counts).

Stability scares me. I like when things are messy and difficult; it makes me feel alive to struggle.

I loathe complacency. I hate existance without a purpose, without a greater goal. "Settle" is a the worst word ever invented.

It's time for a big move, a big decision. I want more...

Good morning...

2008-01-26T09:59:00.000-08:00

After a morning spent sleeping in and streaming Cashmere Mafia, I'm finally getting out of bed. I need to clean my filthy apartment and body. I plan on finishing Chuck Palahniuk's "Haunted" via my iPod while cleaning. Also, I might try to catch up on my neglected cardio routine, especiallly after the beer tasting last night. I would like to hit up a few stores for some work-clothes scavaging. There is also a library trip in my near future. Busy, busy me!

I told Owen we should do something fun this afternoon, and he said "Like what? Take a nap?" What a wild man!

Owen spent his lunch break with us.

While I was at work today,

2008-01-25T22:22:00.000-08:00

Brie pulled my comforter off the bed and...PEED on it! I think she's going through her rebellious teen years, except that she's a dog so she'll be an adult in another month. They grow up so quickly...

Friday Night in Pictures

2008-01-25T20:40:00.000-08:00

Brie sat on Owen's lap as he studied for his Pysc class.

I made Bucatini all'Amatriciana (mostly) all by myself. It had a little too much garlic and onion, but it was eatable.

I had my own beer tasting with the Sam Adams mix collection. Yum!

Cliffsnotes: January 24, 2008

2008-01-24T21:09:00.000-08:00

I worked 10 hours today. I had to cancel a doctor's appointment, because work is so crazy. I may get my car fixed very soon. I also had dinner with my lady friend (Erica), her man and the O. Perezhilton.com is down. I still can't run because it is so cold out.

It may ice over tomorrow. It probably won't. Goodnight!

PS I'm very in to the new White Stripe's album, "Icky Thump." It has some Zep influences ("300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues"), ZZ Top tones ("Rag and Bone"), Dylan touches ("LIttle Cream Soda") plus some amazing classic-rock inspired breakdowns ("Catch Hell Blues").

"Hey, You've Got to Hide Your Love Away..."

2008-01-23T21:34:00.001-08:00

O and I watched the Beatles' movie, "Help," tonight. During "You've Got to Hide You Love Away," I half-heartedly suggested that O learn how to play this song since I really like it. All of the sudden, O disappeared only to reappear from the bedroom guitar in hand. He paused the movie and started playing the song. Reason #234890184047 why I love this boy.

Alien Sightings

2008-01-23T21:03:00.000-08:00

Children are my greatest fear realized; young motherhood a fate worse than death. I don't have a maternal fiber in my entire multi-cellular body. My internal clock is out of commission. I'm fucking 23 years old and have zero desire to have a child (this is not a sign of immaturity as much as it is a sign of sanity).

Chick Fila is my version of a haunted house. I go there at least twice a week (4-piece chicken strip combo with a fruit cup instead of fries and a Coke, please), because I love the food, the well-lit interior and the clean tables free of migrant workers and creepy construction men. However, I'm not a fan of the loud shrieks, the crying babies or the bad mommy-appropriate haircuts. Also, I do not find pleasure in being closely watched by those aliens we call children as I attempt to enjoy my lunch hour. I do not enjoy the frazzled mother's vain attempt to communicate with her foreign life form about "staring-waring." Don't get me wrong I pity the mothers (barely older than me) as they shovel slop into one drooling face after another unable to chat about Brit Brit, the latest Vogue...It's those creatures for which I have no sympathy. Don't underestimate them. They are just bodysnatchers in disguise waiting to take over your life the moment you let him cum inside of you even though you know you forgot to take the pill that morning.

Adopt a puppy. They lack motor skills plus they aren't birthed out of your vagina.

Heath Ledger is dead.

2008-01-22T21:02:00.000-08:00

He was my first movie-star crush in 10 Things I Hate About You. He played guitar and had long-ish curly hair. Swoon.

It is all very sad, and only makes my 23 years of life seem very short.

His poor child...

This morning...

2008-01-22T05:53:00.000-08:00

I'm effing over being cold. Can I go on strike due to poor living conditions? Off to work I go... I hate Texas today.

Art and Relationships

2008-01-22T05:27:00.000-08:00

Writing about relationships is like expierencing art. I find it hard to judge artwork while viewing it. I find it kills the vibe of the piece and ruins the expierence if I try to rationalize and categorize right away. No, I find that it's best to wait until the drive home, maybe even over dinner to pick it apart, find the faults, the themes. At this point, I can honestly say that I gave the piece a fair chance. The same is true with relationships. I can't judge a relationship that I'm currently in becaue it will be filtered by the drama of the here and now. Perspective is the key to true enlightment and truth.

I say this and I formulate the story that is Dan...

My New Coat Rack

2008-01-21T20:52:00.000-08:00

Along with my daily cardio routine, my bike riding has fell by the wayside due to the frigid weather. Now, my lovely 60's-era bike has to be dusted like a piece of furniture. I've also taken to draping my coats and scarves on its handle bars. Sigh. I'm over this weather.

My Faves for Spring 2008

2008-01-21T20:12:00.000-08:00

Alexander McQueen

Bill Blass

Carolina Herrera

Karl Lagerfeld

Marc Jacobs

Badgley Mischka

Christian Dior

Elie Saab

Zac Posen

Food allergies are lame

2008-01-21T18:52:00.000-08:00

Taking the avacado out of every piece of sushi if infurating, but it sure beats breaking out in hives and having mind-numbing stomach cramps.

Weekend report

2008-01-20T21:33:00.000-08:00

Yesterday's shopping venture was a complete success. Everywhere I went I was meant with sales. In result, I spent too much money but ended up with tons of stuff. I finally bought a purse big enough for my laptop but without that suitcase look. I also acquired a few new sweaters, tank tops, panties and a scarf. All in all, it was fun. I was actually glad I shopped alone. Then I could stay pricecly as long as I wanted at every store.

Last night, O and I met up with Estus, a brilliant journalist who resides in OKC, and Sid, lead singer of Upside fame. We had first drinks at Loophole (where the Jameson girls gave us free shots and nifty light-up shot glasses. Then it was Haley's where we watched Glister, OKC band, who had the hottest lead singer I have ever seen. I'm not even a fan of lead singers, but he was yummy. Our group gained a few odd Dallas folk as we made the journey to Sid's bar (Eight Ball?). It was then I realized the O was way in over his head and should have put the flask down hours ago. I talked him into calling it a night early, and we were in bed before 12.

Aforementioned lead singer in action.

Today was filled with sleeping, reading and avoiding the dreaded clean-day-sunday. Brie is finally better, so we played a rousing game of tug, watched her jump around and just thanked our lucky stars that she pulled through again. I also found the time to cook a pizza. I'm not good in the kitchen, so this is a big deal for me. Also, Whit and I chatted on iChat for awhile. Unfortunately she had to go to church, so I started shouting every curse word I could just so she would fill extra superior (my fave curse word is cunt...that or fuck) and holy in comparison.

Homemade pizza crafted by me.

Tomorrow is Monday, yuck! Light at the end of the tunnel-GG is moving to tomorrow night!

This is how you put off cleaning until 10 o'clock at night.

New hair

2008-01-20T16:17:00.000-08:00

Last night before we went out....

Indestructible yet able to fit in your pocket...

2008-01-20T12:19:00.000-08:00

That totally should be the next slogan for the iPod. Owen ran over his 160g classic iPod today...AND it sufurred no damage. It bounced back like a champ.

I spent my morning

2008-01-19T08:18:00.000-08:00

streaming the latest Ugly Betty, dancing around my bedroom to my myspace song, cuddling the pitiful injured creature. Now, I'm going to the taco shop for breakfast.

Then it's off to Dallas to visit the Hair God, Urban, Gap, American App...just a few of my besties.

This evening is Ladies Night/Estus is in town. I love weekends!

The New & Improved O

2008-01-17T19:49:00.000-08:00

My lovely boyfriend cut his own hair this evening. He refuses to pay professionals to cut his hair (not even SuperCuts). He claims it's an issue of frugality. I think it has more to do with his pride. Regardless, he's a cutie...

I'm boring tonight.

2008-01-17T19:19:00.001-08:00

I'm not feeling well this evening. Work kicked my ass today. I think we put out half the spring fashions today. SO, I skipped my daily cardio, ate grilled cheese-n-soup, curled up w/my little red laptop in bed and streamed Cashmere Mafia from abctv.com.

I'm still not sure how I feel about CM. It isn't SATC. It's not half that clever, and I really can't relate to the mommy angle. I do love the clothes, though. Lucy Lui has the best wardrobe. I'm hoping the new Ugly Betty will post tonight.

Coming attractions: the story of daniel brent, yummy spring trends from the runways, a review of Kate Nash's "Made of Bricks" that B&N is special ordering for me, shopping day Saturday/hair cut, maybe a few Andy's pics...hopefully the return of my health/energy

More Important Than the Presidential Race

2008-01-16T21:05:00.000-08:00

Help me pick a hairstyle. I have an appointment with Hair God, ie Stephen, on Saturday...and I think my hair may be long enough for a style now. I know all these below are a little longer than my current length, but I need a goal.

messy allover layering..

polished and understated with a little bang-age...

allover body-building layers yet sleek...

long bangs and heavy layers...

long face-framing layers with single-length body...

wispy long layers with heavy face framing...

I'm leaning toward Kate, but I think that's because I kind of want to throw down with her. What do you think?

Yuck...

2008-01-16T19:47:00.001-08:00

Gossip Girl was a re-run. AND it was the second time they showed the first episode...blah!

At least GG will be on Monday night. Is it a new episode?

XOXO,
Jennifer

Doing taxes...

2008-01-15T20:36:00.000-08:00

the day they are due drives me to drink. At least that's my excuse for today.

Cheers!

Guest Blogger: The Rock and Roll Mythos is a LIE (How I Became My Father)

2008-01-14T20:09:00.000-08:00

by Owen Setter

There are few certainties that a man can count on in his life. Few things that, when asked about, he can stand firmly, feet anchored to the ground steadfast as an oak, shoulders back, head tilted slightly toward the heavens as if he is daring God himself to challenge his convictions and say, “Yes. This is true.” The fact that I am currently enrolled in an online Psychology class is most certainly one of them. What is less certain, however, is how I came to be in this position, and subsequently how I will fare now that I am here. Since the latter can only be revealed in time, and I am the only one here that can offer any information on the former, I will fulfill my duty, and give the version of my story that makes me look the best.

I was Sooner born and Sooner bred in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Son of a Pediatrician and an aspiring teacher, I was no stranger to intellectual pursuits. I gravitated quickly to the subjects of science, and found great satisfaction in learning and understanding how and why things work the way they do. Aside from helping me to understand general relativity, my father also introduced me to The Beatles when I was 11. This led to a love of music, an interest in playing drums, and set into motion events that would eventually turn me into an expatriate living in Texas, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

At the dawn of the new century, I packed my bags and headed out on a 4 year pilgrimage straight to the heart of the promised land, the Mecca of all Sooner country, that golden garden of Eden – Norman, Oklahoma. While a student at the University of Oklahoma, I began to pursue a degree in chemistry, and I believe I managed to pick up a minor in football as well, with weekly lab sessions at Owen Field led by our fearless sergeant at arms, Bob Stoops. Yes, life was simple then, and full of simple truths. The speed of light was constant. I was a chemistry student. The Sooners were the best in the country. This was when I joined a band because of Burger King.

After dining at one of their fine establishments one night located in the bottom floor of Adams tower, a yellow flyer caught my eye. “Drummer Wanted” is what it said, so I pulled of a tab from the bottom of the flyer that had a phone number, and that yellow tab would proceed to dictate the course of my life for the next 7 years. I called the number, joined the band, and we quickly began weekend travels all around the area, spreading our rock and roll ideology to anyone who would lend an ear, and many that wouldn’t.

It wasn’t always easy pursuing a degree in chemistry while playing and traveling in a rock band, but it wasn’t always hard either. When stress from school would start to weigh on me, I could always rely on sweating out my problems for an hour in some strange, foreign bar somewhere in the Midwest to realign my Chi in a kind of intellectual-primal symbiosis. Oklahoma City, Norman, Shreveport, Little Rock, Monroe, Kansas City, Austin, St. Louis, these were all my weekend spas, bathing in sweat and stale cigarette smoke, and somehow coming out cleaner and revitalized.

I never worried that the music would interfere with my education. Keep in mind, this was a different time. This was the early oughts – a time of unparalleled pride and patriotism, where freedom flowed like fine wine from the mouths of every GOP with visions of sugarplums and WMDs dancing in their heads. Long before every gadget and piece of technology worth owning was prefaced with a lowercase i. A time when what mattered to us was iDentity, and it didn’t come plastered with that insidious pome, the symbol of worship to our great new Orwellian overlord. If ever there were a time where a chemist could be a rock drummer, this was it, and I plunged in head first.

The summer of ’04 was a time of change. At that point, I had completed my degree, and the band had built up a strong following in the area, playing shows in Dallas, Texas, and showcasing at the Viper Room in Los Angeles. There was no question that the band was what I would pursue at that point. We were on the slow track to success, and I had all my life to be a chemist, but rock and roll has a considerably shorter shelf life. Denton was the right place to be for us at that time, with its proximity to Dallas, and we continued to expand our realm, spending more time on the road than ever. I supplemented my income when I was in town by being a babysitter(substitute teacher) for high school kids, and eventually got a job working as a chemist.

The next 3 years were a classic story. We traveled to all 4 corners of this grand country, showcased for countless major labels, made a lot of people happy, made no money, got trampled by the industry machine, signed to a independent label, exhausted all our resources, and resigned to being regular people. After 7 long years of repeatedly doing back flips and crashing to the ground as the Record Industry Lucy whisked the Fame Football out from in front of us, we finally went home, and took our ball with us.

At this point, after successfully avoiding the issue for 7 years, I was finally exposed to the bitter, biting wind of the “real world,” and had to make the age old decision: What am I going to do with my life? I decided, after much contemplation, suggestions form friends and family, and feedback from the same, to attend Optometry school, and this very class is one of the prerequisites that I managed to not take during my tenure at OU. So basically, here I am…going back to school…in order to go back to school.

It is a strange and sordid tale, indeed, our love affair with Jim Beam and the American Dream, but it all makes sense if you look at it. After following my father’s love of The Beatles, I will now follow him into the medical field. I have no doubt that by the end of this semester, this decision will make even more sense than it already does.

Note: Owen wrote the above blog for extra credit in PSYSC 2010, his internet Pyschology class. He is attending a local community college, so that he can enter optometry school in the near future.

Owen is wearing my glasses. I'm wearing his. Yet you can barely tell.

At home on a Monday..

2008-01-14T11:05:00.000-08:00

After an evening spent counting china and panties (auditing inventory sucks...fyi), I am off today! So, I've spent this morning doing things I can't normally do on Monday like sleeping in, skipping breakfast, watching Paris Hilton fall out of a car...

I also went running. Normally I do this in the evening when I get home from work which means it's dark out and there's hardly anyone on the streets. My mother does not approve of this activity. She thinks I may get kidnapped or raped. Fear not, Mother. After running at high noon today, I know that I am safer under the cloack of darkness. I had 2 people honk at me and one even pointed (like he was making a shoutout at a concert). Also, I received double-looks from about 20 construction workers. I was forced to run half of my route in the road because part of it goes through TWU (home of lesbians and virgins) and those TWU-ians like to walk 15 abreast. Not to mention, the brightness of the sun is super distracting. In short, I will continue doing all my exercising after daylight hours, Mom. Oh, and I sometimes eat chocolate in bed, sorry.

Just Another Sunday

2008-01-13T15:23:00.000-08:00

Owen is spending this afternoon watching the Cowboys game. In order to do so, he had to use our old TV (it gets better reception) with rabbit ears. He then had to put the entire set up on our coffee table, because the new TV is on the credenza. He also likes to stay up-to-date on the scores of other games, so he uses my old laptop with its' gigantic wireless adapter. To make this scene even more ridiculous, he's ignoring all his media outlets to catch up on the latest issue of Discover magazine.

This is the boy of my dreams. I think he's fabulous.

PS. I'll be posting a blog about Owen authored by Owen very soon. Stay tuned...

Random Photography...

2008-01-13T11:24:00.001-08:00

Here lately, I've been killing time by surfing other people's blogs. I've found a lot of very interesting things. So, I decided to share with you two photographs that I found very moving for different reasons.

by annie leibovitz.

This I found while purusing Julia Allison's blog I think Leibovitz really captured the essence of Disney, magical and ethereal. This is what fills every little girl's head as she plays dress up in her Mother's gowns and builds castles out of pillows and blankets.

by nobuyoshi araki.

From debauchette's blog, a great porn-as-art site, I love this! I'm struck by the shading, the contrasting texture. I think it's beutiful. Owen thinks it's weird and kind of gross. Maybe I'm just a perv.

Ladies Night and Brie's Vet Visit

2008-01-12T11:18:00.000-08:00

Erica gives ladies night two thumbs up.

The swanky upstairs bar at Andy's...pictured: tip jar, my beer, a drunk lesbian's water, Kim's arm, random guy smoking and Andy's T-shirt-clad back. I was obviously a few beers in to the evening when I took this gem of a photo.

I woke up this morning still completely wasted from last night. This is why I don't go out in Denton anymore. Because here, it's go big or don't bother showing up. Denton, I want my liver back. Thanks.

Anyway, Brie had her yearly vaccination/checkup today...and let me just say, that I think it was more painful for me than her. She's been under the weather here lately, as you know. So, I was already a little apprehensive about this visit. We arrived at PetsMart (I've yet to find a vet in Denton that I like...let me know if you have a good one), checked her in, weighed her (and I won't tell you how much she gained since I adopted her) and followed the nurse to our room. Brie started shaking as soon as her paws hit the metal table, because my little girl is smart and she knows pain follows that cold metal feeling. Then my poor baby endured a battery of pokes and prods (including a thermometer up the butt and liquid squirted down her nose). I don't know that Brie will ever be excited to go to PetsMart again. I feel terrible for subjecting her to this, but I know it's for her own good. Oh the joys of being a parent.

I had to reschedule my hair appointment, because I'm pretty sure I was still too drunk to drive at 1130 this morning. Awesome!

I have to do inventory for my job tonight. It's bound to be a blast!

Girl Date

2008-01-11T20:24:00.001-08:00

Me in the evening, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

I'm having a ladies night with Erica, a very special girl, I haven't hung out with in a while. It's time for some quality girl talk...

Note: I'll be posting another blog about an ex in the upcoming days. Stay tuned.

Brie on Drugs

2008-01-10T19:46:00.001-08:00

Brie on Drugs, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

After a pretty taxing day, O and I arrived home to find our baby had slipped a disk in her back again.

The first time was almost a year ago. We were playing at the park, and she ran over a hill wrong. The vet gave us pain meds which I had to force feed to her.

The second time was a few months later. I was in the middle of a move, so I had to lock her in her cage while I journeyed back and forth between houses. O and I decided to forgo the doctor this time and just let her recoop in her cage minus the meds.

Now, about 6 months later, she's done it again. So, we gave her a pain pill (cleverly hid in some cheese) and watched her trip out. Send your healing vibes Brie's way....

My stapler is a pushy asshole

2008-01-10T18:37:00.001-08:00

Stapler, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

My work stapler has a face. This is why it now is banished to the back of my desk. I can't have it staring at me all day full of expectations that I can't possibly meet. The pressure....

Good Morning

2008-01-10T04:32:00.000-08:00

I didn't post last night, because I was exhausted and wanted to catch up on my sleep. I guess my body wasn't interested in extra sleep. I woke up an hour before my alarm goes off with no chance of going back. Oh well, have a great day.

Side Note: I pick Owen up from the airport today...Yeah!!

Crisis of the Week

2008-01-08T21:14:00.000-08:00

So, I was in a minor wreck over a month ago. Some girl hit another, who in turn hit me. It was a mess, but I sustained only cosmetic damage to my back bumper. I was able to return to work...shaky, but I completed my entire work day nevertheless.

Now, over a month later, I can't get the girl's insurance to even accept responsibility for the crash despite the fact I wasn't ticketed for the accident and she was. I've left nice voicemail, threatening voicemail, mad voicemail, optimistic voicemail...all to no avail.

At this point, I'm beyond annoyed. I know that I sound very young and feminine over the phone, but I deserve and demand better service than this!

On a side note, my father is going to make call on my behalf. I bet my car is in the shop this time next week. Grrrr!!!

Clouds O'The Day

2008-01-08T20:18:00.000-08:00

I took these on the way home from work today with my Razr (thus the crappy quality), Despite the cold weather, the sunsets have been glorious here lately.

Brie's Latest Victim

2008-01-07T20:57:00.001-08:00

Brie's Latest Victim, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

We made a PetsMart run this past weekend, and Brie selected a new Loofa Dog (she's partial to the red ones...she has her Momma's good taste). This one has an attached stuffed heart that reads "I Wuff You." Aww! I give it 3 weeks before she bites its' head off and rips out all the stuffing.

Brie update: I'm trying to get her in good enough shape to run my daily 3 miles with me. She doesn't seem that motivated since she's usually allowed to sniff every incident of cat piss during our weekend meandering. I, however, will not give up that easily.

I have a red Mac...

2008-01-07T20:48:00.001-08:00

I finally got a cover for my Mac today.

PS You can see the reflection of my awesome running socks. I'm a huge fan of American Apparel knee-high stripey socks.

Clouds on my Lunch Break

2008-01-07T20:36:00.000-08:00

I'm sure you're all very tired of my cloud pics, but here's one more!

I'm neurotic and like to drive around with my sunroof down during my lunch break. I just think it feeds me more than food or human interaction (just kidding, I usually stop by Taco Bell before I hit the road). The weather today alternated between sunny and rainstorm cloudy...and I was inside a warehouse for all of it.

I Took a Walk....

2008-01-06T15:46:00.000-08:00

I took a walk this afternoon in order to suck up as much sunlight as I possibly can to sustain me for the work week...

The sky at sunset.

This is what I look like on a walk.

The sun sets the trees aflame.

Red Shoes in the Morning...

2008-01-05T22:48:00.001-08:00

Red Shoes, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

Today was absolutely beautiful. If everyday was like this, I might consider staying in Texas.

My feet on my porch this morning while reading the latest Glamour with the pup. Possibly my favorite way to start the day...

A few words on marriage vs. career...

2008-01-05T15:36:00.001-08:00

My grandma has this knickknack, a small gold tree with sparkly leaves, that taunted me incessantly whenever I was a child. It sat in the middle of her coffee table and begged me to touch it, which of course I wasn't allowed to do. I would sit for hours staring at this tree scheming about how I could touch it without anyone seeing me.

I read an article yesterday about 20-something women choosing careers over marriage. The author of the article seemed surprised by these findings. I, however, am not.

I grew up during "Girl Power," the anti-princess grunge movement, WNBA and Lilith Fair. We kicked ass in the classroom (half the top ten in my class were female) and on the sports field, thanks to Title 9. According to a recent statistic women make up 58% of college students. The same article states that "girls care more about their G.P.A. and the way they look on paper" than their male counterparts.

I guess that society expects me to drop all of this to get married? Like I told my grandma, if all I wanted was a husband, I would have used my college fund to join a country club and get a boob job.

I want my own dreams to come true not just support someone else's. But society wants me to watch that sparkly tree, wants me to plan on how I might touch that tree...but whenever my planning finally starts to pay off, society wants me to walk away? I couldn't do this when I was 6, and I definitely can't now.

Wild & Crazy Friday Night

2008-01-04T21:18:00.000-08:00

O & I decided to go to dinner tonight in a vain attempt to drain our Chili's gift cards (we somehow managed to acquire 3 of them). We decided that On the Border would be our best bet due to the large portion size and the amazing bowl margaritas.

We arrived home to this...

I just hope it wasn't that cute old man. He makes me smile.

Happy Friday....

2008-01-04T05:56:00.001-08:00

Me on Friday, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

Hey, hey...it's Friday! So, you get this awesome pic of me playing with photo booth before I left. You're so lucky....

Have a great day!

Our Civil War

2008-01-03T20:48:00.001-08:00

Owen's closet , originally uploaded by jrh0119.

I have only one complaint about living w/my lovely boyfriend: he doesn't pick up after himself. His mother did this for him when he was a child. In college, I'm guessing his roommates did. The band house...well, no one cleaned up there, aside from the occasional girlfriend who couldn't handle the filth. What's worse is he doesn't even realize that he's doing it. Earlier this evening, I handed him something assuming that he would put it away in its' proper location. Instead, he made a half-hearted attempt to chunk it on the nightstand and, when it failed to go the distance, left it where it landed. Immediatly I pounced. Judging by the alternating looks of shock and embarrasement, I decided he probably tossed it without even looking at or thinking about what was in his hand.

Yeah, he's a genius. Now if I could only get him to put his socks away....

I cheated on my Taco Bell bean burrito

2008-01-02T21:02:00.000-08:00

No onions, no red sauce....

I have found a new lunch basic. Taco Bell's Fresco Bean Burrito. Kind of like my old standard, but this version has no calorie-heavy cheese and is sprinkled with fresh pico de gallo. PLUS it's the same price! I have found a new love...

The Brie Attacks!!!

2008-01-02T20:48:00.000-08:00

The Brie is spotted with a suspicious fluff at her jaw.

Keep your hands away from the cage!

Leaving only rubble in her path, to where has the Brie gone?

Alas, we have found her hiding with evidence still clinging to her...

This is why I have to purchase a new Loofadog once a month.

Maybe it's all that sunscreen....

2008-01-02T05:47:00.000-08:00

Last night I recieved a Myspace message from a 14 year old boy who wanted to chat with me. Granted, my profile is private, but I can't believe that a 14 year old would think I was in his age group based on my photo. I'm almost 10 years older than him! As long as I have this problem at 40...

How I spent New Year's Day...

2008-01-01T18:08:00.000-08:00

I had the required black eyed peas for lunch today...and then my brother and Owen nerded out with Guitar Hero 3. I'm convinced that no one looks cool while playing that game.

Owen is the Guitar Hero master. Along with being a great drummer and a super smart chemist. I'm really a lucky girl...

This is my little brother, Derek. He's 6 feet tall. I feel like a midget when he hugs me.

Me in the new year

2008-01-01T11:00:00.001-08:00

Me in the new year, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

The O and I are going to my parent's for brunch. I spent New Year's eve eating delicious Bucanti de Owen, watching the Bourne Identity, drinking champagne...then passing out at 1145. Our first New Year's Eve together, and we didn't even kiss at midnight. This weekend was rough, and I needed to sleep more than I needed to party...and so I did.

Hope your New Year's Eve was more eventful.

Our apartment

2007-12-31T17:31:00.000-08:00

This is the first place I've lived that I've designed from scratch. The following are a few of my favorite bits...

The Zep.

Who really needs 2 bookshelves? And we are still missing one poster right above the smaller bookshelf.

Brie's leashes, Owen's Frisbee and my Audrey print...

The Wall O'Ladies in the bedroom...

Me

2007-12-31T05:54:00.001-08:00

Me, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

...at 8 AM. Owen, Brie and the rest of the world are still in bed. I'm going to work. I think my company hates me....

Brie has returned...

2007-12-30T21:00:00.001-08:00

Brie has returned..., originally uploaded by jrh0119.

...now I am going to sleep. I have work tomorrow. I hate life.

Souvenir from Austin

2007-12-30T20:22:00.001-08:00

New Key Ring, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

I found this awesome key ring at a vintage shop while wandering the streets of Austin.

Austin Wedding....

2007-12-30T19:16:00.001-08:00

12-30-07_1337, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

Jordo and I taking a break from frisbee in the hotel parking lot

Table 10

2007-12-30T10:17:00.000-08:00

The wedding was awesome! Our table lives in infamy. After a round of tequila shots in the van, we ruled the reception. Random people took our pictures and asked us to entertain at their weddings. Highlights of the evening: Brent and Evan taking their shirts off on stage while dancing to YMCA, the wheelchair lady's "dance moves," Owen spinning me through a whole song just so he could drink beer with his free hand, the priest's blessing of Owen's beard, 2-stepping w/Jordo (neither us really knew what we were doing). An amazing night...a pretty rough morning. I declare this weekend a success!