Mysterious Woman

I love having secrets. Well, not secrets. Especially from Toshia because I just talk around them until she figures it out or it kills me and I blurt. Or I just tell her from the start. I guess what I really have are suprises. Yes. That's the correct word. Christmas is after all, the season of suprises. It is the one place in which I am normally excellent about keeping Toshia in the dark. Especially this year. Unless Anna has spilled the beans, I think I have come up with the perfect Toshia Christmas gift. But Tosh's present isn't why I'm so bubbly and blogging. In January, I am about to be come an Honorary Aunt again. My Best Pal Jaime, who I used to color with, fight with, and all that other sort of stuff since I was about four, is having a baby right near my birthday. Can't you just hear my shrill shrieks of excitement? Anyhow, the baby shower is on Sunday. I just finished buying presents and they make me want to squeal. I love babies and baby stuff. It's one of the many things I want to accomplish before I die. But this is the first of the "Lisa gets to pick out everything that the present contains" baby showers, not the "Lisa gets to voice an opinion, but mom gets the final vote" like the ones for Christian, Elizabeth, and Addy Lou were. My other surprise has to do with Matt. But I don't know how often he checks this baby out. So I don't want to go on about it too much. All I will say, is it has absolutely nothing to do with steak.

Oh the Horror!!!

I have not had the best of days today. First of all, I got my parking ticket verdict back and they're making me pay it. Stupid communists. They just want my money. They have the nerve to tell me to contact public saftety if this happens again so arrangements can be made for me to have "another lot". How much crap is that? Also, I'm not big on where One Tree Hill is going with their story lines. The writers are making Dawson's Creek look like Oscar worthy drama. I also have another damned South African History test tomarrow night. I am so sick of all these stupid tests. What is the deal with that. The guy obviously can't manange to keep it together. Plus, my favorite fan site for Gilmore Girls is no longer there. Jenna chose to close down the site because of bandwith and such. None of the other fan sites update nearly often enough. Every four months is too far apart. I however, will move on. Perhaps I just haven't given them enough of my attention. I also wrote out my check for my speeding ticket today. I hate loosing money this way.

Back home and stuff.

Well, I'm back from my thanksgiving weekend extravaganza. It was pretty damn fun. I saw my cute little puppy who is now three times as big as he used to be. I also saw my kitty. He now has the fat belly of a normal cat instead of the skinny little kitten belly and constant sniffles. I drove Santa and Mrs. Claus in the Light Up the Night parade in town. I also got to make the signs, hook up the lights, and everything else. I got my picture taken with them too. I saw a couple movies while I was gone. Here's my short anwser reviews. The Bourne Identity: Good. See the sequal and maybe check out the books. Ella Enchanted: Good. Not as great as the book, but an excellent movie adaption. The Chronicles of Riddick: Way better than the trailers portrayed to a clueless viewer. I understand that it's the sequal to Pitch Black, so now I gotta go see that one. Around the World in 80 Days (w/ Jackie Chan): Not nearly as good as the original. The best part was the cameo by Luke and Owen Wilson as the Wright Brothers. And on the way home, I got a speeding ticket. Happy Holidays!!!!

The thing with bones

I'm not quite sure when this bone thing started today. It could have been when I was reading All American Girl by Meg Cabot and there was this thing mentioned about a guy cutting his nose open, removing his nasal cavity, and replacing it with a chicken bone. (Uh, that's not a direct quote, its a haphazard paraphrase, but I listed title and author so I should be covered, Right?) Or it could be when one of my "constructive criticism" comments about my presentation today. The comment was that my pants were low on my hips. This statement could in no way be correct. First off - I don't have hips. I'm built like a padded ruler. Second (and this thought was tested as I walked back from the bathroom) when I wear my pants on my hip bones, it gives me a beer gut looking figure. I do not wear my clothes like that. Period. Then bones, specifically hip bones, were mentioned when I was reading on Toshia's bed and smacked my head into her hip bone. They are very pointy. So of course I slammed my head there a couple more times to demonstrate how painful it is. Toshia laughed, because apparently, "That Tickles." We went to see The Princess Diaries 2 tonight, and on the way down the stairs I was putting in my square hoops and they weren't cooperating so I used this handy phrase I pick up from Heather: Me: Fuck Me! Tosh: I'd rather not. Me: I'd rather you not too. You have bone-y hips. If I'm going to slam my body part into something, I'd rather it be cushy. ****Hilarious laughter as we relate to becky***** Becky: You don't really notice it when you're having sex. We then went on to discuss guys we know with bone-y hips. I can imagine myself paying more attention to ripping off "Lord Nicholas's" (Chris Pine) shirt and licking his chest that what my hips are doing. He has De-Vine blue eyes and looks sexy as hell with dorky glasses on. Uh, yeah. So uh. How's the weather.

Concert Extravaganza Weekend

I'm leaving to go see KEITH!!!!! and Katrina Elam too. She's his opener. BUT, keith. oh, the Guitar solos and ahhh. Fine memories of the Guitars, Tiki Bars, and a Whole Lotta Love days....... *gazes adoringly at the wall and creates drool puddles on the keyboard* Oh, and we're seeing Rascal Flatts on Saturday.

A bad explination and an apology (to my people)

I know I've been terribly lax in writing to you, my adoring public. But alas, I've been swamped with tons of stuff. Expecially since I've been getting close towards the end of the semester, my field work, and the holidays. I promise in the coming weeks to fit a bit of time in to rant, rave, and burn bits of energy off. Until that happens, I get to be one of those posters I despise who never update their sites regularily. So, anything good happen while I've been gone? I haven't checked in on Erin or Angel's blogs lately because I've been so far behind I haven't had time. I hope they're not dead, or living in a commune with a biker named Fred Kuna, or Gotten "I rock the big game" tatooed in india ink across their foreheads. It's been so long since I visted up there. I need more hours or something. Mebbe I've just gotten too lazy and with all the extra constraints on my time I've gone bonkers. In Larry's words: "Lord, I apologize."

Did you catch my "these are my people" pun from Varsity Blues? No? That's okay. Not everyone likes teen flicks.

What's your anti-drug?

I know this article my offend some people, but I really don't care right now. It called attention to something I've been feeling lately. I'm so sick of living in the dorms. I don't know if it's because of short unseasoned freshman who don't appreciate diverse musical stylings, expecialy those of the Rolling Stones (once again, Who can hate on the Stones?) or if I'm simply sick of living in one room with my microwave and Tosh's referigerator. Beats me. I'm just sick of it. I don't want to actually grow up and get a job and be stuck doing that for the rest of my life either. Although, I will admit that I've had a blast these last couple of days while I've been doing my Field Experience. This is definately what I want to do with my life. I don't know if it's the teacher I'm paired with (Mrs. Sass rocks.) or that I've had experience doing it, or that I've visualized it so much, but it's a natural fit. Anyhow, back to this article from the University Chronicle. The guy's talking about how college is this big stress release valve. Or something like that. Read the article. It's cute and funny and just thought provoking enough for nine in the morning after being awake for exactly eight minutes.

A Joke for today

I got this in an e-mail and thought you guys might enjoy it.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto went camping in the desert.

After they got their tent all set up, they fell sound asleep. Some hours later, Tonto wakes the Lone Ranger and says, "Kemo Sabi, look towards sky, what you see?"

The Lone Ranger replies, "I see millions of stars."

"What that tell you?" asked Tonto.

The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute, then says, "Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me Saturn is in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three in the morning. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

"What does it tell you, Tonto?"

Tonto is silent for a moment, then says,"Kemo Sabi, you dumb ass. Someone has stolen tent."

Well, I guess that's some pay back for all the racially inferior sidekicks in the media.

Country's Biggest Night

Some people bet on ball games. Others bet on races. Me? I bet on award shows. In the past, me and Toshia have split it in weird ways. I win a couple, She wins a couple. At the CMA's we tied it. Not by betting on the same things, but tied we managed to be. I had problems with the televison and missed the first two hours of the show, however, I got to see exactly what I wanted. My biggest moment came when they announced Keith Urban Male Vocalist of the Year. He's such a humble guy and didn't expect to win. You could really tell. You can see a video clip of him accepting it here. Just click on you're prefered player. Another thing that makes Keith a real upstanding guy is that even though he doesn't do the whole computer letter to his fans that some artist manage, he still replied to our thread of congratulations on his fanboard. Another award I was exctied about was Kenny Chesney's Entertainer Award. He truely deserves that award. He tries to make his shows a big event to attend and the laid back party atmosphere at them gives that vibe of the hard working, hard playing guy that you come to see. I though it was really crappy of CBS to cut him off. They over run ball games, and politics, and other award shows including Miss America, why can't the CMA's and Kenny get the same respect. Besides all the local news kept saying they'd be on after the Award show, why can't CBS respect that? It's not like he was going to Janet Jackson Superbowl everybody. Men are allowed to do that, only women aren't because our boobs are bigger sometimes.

Ahoy Captain Hangover

I feel like a shipwreck victim. Or like I have a hangover. At this time of the week I'm neither. I didn't even stay up late or wake up all that early. I guess it must be something eles. My Captain Crunch last night didn't agree with me or something.

By now, everyone has heard about my Vikes loss to the Colts. I thought we did some really good things in that game. There were some REALLY bad moments too (the first snap, the last six seconds) but good things happened. My favorite reciever Nate Burleson returned a kickoff for 91 yards and looked like a stud while doing it. Kelly Campbell also got some important yardage up. And I heartily welcome back my favorite RB mister Orlando Smith.

Now we all must turn our attention to taking a bite out of the Pack. Randy isn't the be all end all to our team and we know that, the team knows that, they just have to get out there and show it. I think one of our problems is that we're so used to exoctic coverage of our recievers, that extra man out there's giving us some flack. Shake it off boys.

It's almost time for me to run to class. I really don't feel like going, but we're gonna be getting out test scores back. Maybe that's enough for me to not go. But I'm hungry and I can pick me up something to chew on. MMMMMMM pretzels. Doesn't that sound heavenly? I'm going to hunt down some socks. My Weather Bug claims it's 33 degrees out and that's a might too nippy for me to wander in my sandals still. Ya know, I woke up freezing this morning. It might have something to do with Tosh always shutting the heater vents, but I'm not sure. Does anyone else find it funny that Miss Abominable Snowwoman has all the vents closed? Well, now that I think on it, it's kinda ironic. Right. I'm going to go find me some socks.

I know myself so well.

Right. So I told you all that as soon as I started my Ed Psych paper everything would fall in place and it would write itself? Well, I was right. Except for this tiny section on negative reinforcement. After interrupting Tosh a bazillion times, I had my very own AHA moment and now I think I got it all figured out. My current hangup, is that I'm not sure if it's susposed to be stapled to our first section of the paper. To solve this I stapled that section AND the two of them together, so I can always slip it off if I need too, but I don't think that's a big deal. He needs my name on the damned thing anyway. Right now I'm gonna do some test studying and watching a rerun of Gilmore Girls on ABC Fam. Hey, I should prolly run and get me some dinner too. I 've eaten two lunchable crackers, a thing of string cheese, some oj, and a handful of cereal today. I think I'm hungry. Not sure yet.

Stupid paper!!!

I know. I said my paper would be a snap. Well it is. It's a snap paper that is driving me NUTS!!! I think it's just because I'm having a momentary problem where I don't know where to start, so I'm having a spastic attack.

My directions are "Design procedures for enhansing learning incorporating:" and then it goes on to list the different learning theories to incorporate. So I'm assuming I just explain what the theory is and then give an example in how I would use it. Makes sense to me...but my sounding board for this class doesn't seem to be in her room so I can't sound and Tosh has decided to quit Ed so she just looks at me like I've grown another head.

Why couldn't I just be a morning person and a non-procrastinator. The prof told me to outline this as I went. Well, I started, but it's not helping me. ERG.

You know, I think erg is one of Toshia's sayings. Kinda like how "seriously" is a Tyler thing and "basta ya" is an Anna thing. Great. Now I have writer's block and I'm stealing other people's phrases. I hope that's a hanging offense. If I was dead, I wouldn't have to write this paper.

Alright. I'm going to start it. Once I do that I'll fly right through it.

Tired Excitement.

I got in touch with my field experience teacher this morning. I get to start on Wednesday and I'm beyond psyched about that. I stayed up til 'bout four this morning re-reading The Return of Rafe MacKade. It's part of my new 2-1 book I bought a couple days ago. I really could have used that rest today, but I wasn't tired because I slept all weekend. I've got a test tonight and a paper due. I've got all the chapters read and a pretty good handle on where I want to go with the paper, it's the sitting down and doing it that's going to kill me. I have my position paper due tomarrow. I have it sort of mapped out, but I'm missing some pretty hefty section chunks. Expecially those on classroom management and instructional stratagies. I guess I'll have to work on that tonight still after my Ed Psych class. Speaking of tonight. Vikes are on Monday Night Football playing the Colts. All I'm going to say is that it's going to be a wild game and our loss last week means nothing. Our loss to the Eagles on MNF might hold some weight though. I guess we just see how my boys are going to rock. Send them you're wishes and some good vibes in the eight o'clock hour tonight.

My strangest habit I've noticed so far.

If I'm going to do homework in my room, my room has to be clean. See, right now it's not and I just can't concentrate. I want to go vacuum the rug, and pick up that Cool Whip lid I ate mashed potatoes off of my printer, and sort through the stack of newspapers so they can go into the recycling. The list goes on and on. I just can't concentrate in this mess. And It's all my mess. Lord knows Tosh would never voluntarily live in this pigsty. I still have papers to write and words to read. Lots and lots of them, but I keep focusing in on the dirty dishes piled up on the television. Erg. Is this really as weird as I think it is? I would go into the study lounge, but I spend most of the day since I woke up in there and the people in the picture on the wall is starting to weird me out. I think the girl in the pink dress with the bow in her hair is laughing at me and the yellow shirted boy next to her is plotting how to carve up my liver when I turn my back. That and there's this group of girls standing in the hall next to the vent and the guy with them is saying more about turkey baisters, sponges, and a woman's genitals than I've ever wanted to hear outside a doctor's office or a bedroom. And he's creepy.

The importance of being lazy.

I don't know why I'm channeling Oscar Wilde this morning. Or shall I say this afternoon? I woke up at noon. I think the last time I did that was Halloween and I couldn't even name a time prior to that. My wisdom teeth mebbe. Anyhow, I have tons of homework to do and the most unflattering urge to watch The Importance of Being Earnest. I'm not sure why. Wilde is a lunatic and brilliant and disturbed and I'm crazy about reading only 3/4ths of every novel he wrote. He tends to get long winded and boring about partway through. Oh, and if you've seen, Oh crap I just forgot the name of the damned, Ah yes, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Stuart Townsend plays Dorian Grey and does a marvelous portrayal. I think Townsend should do more period pieces like that. His body shape definitely lends itself for the fashions, or being half naked. He can work that too.... Right. Don't know where this was leading....Besides towards my homework....two papers, two tests, and eight chapters worth of reading...oh the joys of education.

Hey Baby, Wanna feel my muscles?

A COPPER Dragon Lies Beneath! My inner dragon is the mighty warrior of dragon-kind. I don't play silly head-games or use fruity magic, I stick to the basics: big muscles and lots of flame. Wipe that smirk off your face, pal. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself. I have this mighty dragon and check me out. My favorite part of the quiz was when they were asking about humans. My anwser was They look funny. They talk funny. They act funny. They taste funny. And they fight like girls. Of course, that describes me pretty good, so the fact that my inner dragon feels the same way is no wonder. So *glances laciviously at you from under veiled eyelashes* What color is your dragon?

A movie revelation...The end

I was watching Alex and Emma the other day and laughed at Kate Hudson's character Emma who read the end of books first to see if she wanted to get to the end. That's when I realized, as much as I love romantic comedy movies, I hate their endings. They all sort of end the same and they suck. The lovers somehow are separated and have to come together with a big kissing scene. Even in romance novels the endings can be less predictable than that. Two Weeks Notice I hated because of the ending. Other weak endings include Alex and Emma, How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days, Some one like you, Runaway Bride, even most of Kate and Leopold sucks, Not to mention What Women Want. This leads me to realize that while the romantic comedy is a viable vehicle for box office success, the endings blow and that screws everything up. I even LOVE some of those movies, but their endings suck. A movie cannot end with a kiss. It's too cutesy, preditable, and nauseating. Besides if it's a comedy, shouldn't they end with a laugh? Or at least with a big dance number in which Patrick Swazy looks like he's trying to either have sexual intercourse with the floor or perform the ancient mating ritual of the ring tailed lemurs.

A Viggo Review

By now, most of you should know that I'm crazy over Viggo Mortensen known to most of you as Aragorn from LOTR. I personally loved him as Strider when he was wet and slightly dirty. *shakes self out of fantasy* Anyhow, I've been a big fan of his since G.I. Jane, and was even more impressed when I found out that he's an artist and poet as well as an actor. I do like my men well rounded... *starts drifting again* Where was I? Well, I borrowed The Indian Runner from the library. I don't know exactly what I expected, but what I got was wonderful. It was written and directed by Sean Penn and was inspired by Bruce Springsteen's song Highway Patrolman (lyrics here.). I never remembered hearing the song til I read the lyrics, and That is almost the story of the movie. There's some slight twists and turns, but it's true to its source. I am happy though, because when I was watching the movie I was trying to figure out where they were and it reminded me of Canada (to which I've never been) and so I assumed it was Michigan and I was right. Joe is a sheriff in a small town trying to understand the anger that's harbored by his Vietnam Vet brother Frank. Things head in a downward spiral, then look like everything is going to work out before the last plot twist. It's deep and dark and emotional and moving in a not quite typical Lisa way. I loved it. I'd give it a 4 of 4. A word of caution though, is that it seems to start a bit slow, and you have to pay attention to pick up the nuances.

Floor Tickets

I am perhaps hours away from having floor tickets to see Keith Urban in December. And the best part? They're for Minneapolis!!! It's only 15 days till the road trip concert to Sioux Falls with Anna and Toshia, and now Me and Sandy are going to see him here. I could cry or jump up and down. Instead I'm going to watch Alex and Emma with Luke Wilson and Kate Hudson. I've heard it's really bad, but I want to suffer the agony myself before I agree. After all, Monster's Ball was susposed to be great and I hated it. Secret Window was susposed to be terrible and I loved it. And now there's Alex and Emma. I love Luke's brother Owen. He's the cute one.

What to do on a Thursday night?

I did what any girl would do....I watched Joey, because that's the only prime time sitcom worth watching except for ER which is on now. What did I do in the hour and half in between? I watched Regency House Party, which I taped off of PBS last night/this morning. I guess it's going to be on for like nine weeks. I really thought it was great to watch. A bunch of 21st century Londoners are cooped up in a Regency era mansion refurbished to the height of Regency Beauty. Each person (no professional actors) have been given the role of a person, and they are out to look for the best possible marrage match. The host of the house is cute, but knows he attractive as hell. The other guys aren't really beautiful looking to modern standards, but their accents are to die for. The Hostess is a bitch, which is great to watch. A couple of the other girls are really, uh, restricted by the strictures of polite socitey. I don't know if they have it in them to hack it. I of course do. I've read The Corset Diaries. I can do anything. And being a bored lady of leisure is a snap.

Wants needs and other things.

I dont' want to do my homework right now. Too bad for me it's due at two o'clock. Lucky for me however, Anna helped me come up with my list of words and phrases and now I just have to do the blurb and analysis about the differences between geographic regions. It'll be short and sweet and hopefully kick up the downward spiral caused by my last test. (Actually, I haven't gotten the score yet, but I have a bad feeling where it's concerned.)

MMM...my room smells good. Tosh made us garlic potatoes. She is the queen of instant cooking, just don't let her bake you peanut butter cookies. Anyhow, I'm now eating my potatoes with a fork off a Cool Whip lid and putting off typing my homework.

I'm also wearing pants I found on the floor because I was studying last night instead of doing my Laundry like I needed to do. I think they're the same ones I wore saturday. They smell faintly like the piece of Turkey I dropped on them. *reminder: I need to buy laundry detergent*

I wonder if that's why I didn't do laundry? NO I think I just forgot.

Also, I cannot record anything off of TV anymore. Everything better come on twice or I'll end up screwing it up like I did my Regency House Party. Lucky for me it came on again at two o'clock this morning. Yup. Get to watch that tonight.

Speaking of....Smoke Signals is playing at the Atwood Theater. I don't know exactly what it's about, but I might go and see it. Anna and Tosh are also talking about ordering pizza. It's a good thing I'm going to NoDak for Thanksgiving. Not too much pizza then.

I had taco's one year for thanksgiving. It was the year we had Ahrens Christmas the same weekend at our house so our turkey was eaten that day. Dad didn't want too much extra turkey. I wonder if I can talk him into Deep Frying it. It tastes soo good that way.

The girls next door are making noise. They don't appreciate my music. I mean. I can understand not liking the Cheiftains (last nights choice) but the Stones? Who really hates the Rolling Stones? (Which they did a month ago). BTW Keith Richards is rumored to be playing Captain Jack Sparrow's (MMM Johnny baby) Father in the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 movie. How fun is that.

Any other Lackwits out there?

I plunked down fifteen dollars I could use for a pre-order Keith Urban 2005 calandar. Think that's stupid? Well, your wrong. The fan club does it every year to raise money for St. Jude and they rock at it. So while I don't drop money to join the fan club, which I'd love to do, I do support all the things they do. Go buy yourself one and smile today. I have a Geography test in about ten minutes. Of course, I didn't study near as well as I should of, but I think I can land out alright. It comes from taking two classes at once. A bit boring, but the double dipping sure cuts down on study time some days. I still need to do a posting on The Indian Runner. That movie really rocked. It was weird and strange and really not my typical cup of tea which runs more towards The Patriot, The Little Mermaid, Dirty Dancing, and well, you should know my type by now. Romantic Comedy, Historically based stuff, and good old action flicks with lots of things being blown up. Or fast cars and good looking guys. I can be just as shallow or deep as the next person. It depends on my mood.

What else has been going on I haven't commented on. Oh, yes. The presidential election. I think Kerry did a smart thing in "backing down" as I've read in some places. Bush may have won last year because of all his bully tatics, but who really respected that. The point is, the election is over and we need to support the outcome in any way possible. That means getting more people signed up to vote next year, writing editorials that slam Bush policy, and doing what we do best. Complain till they hear you in the White House. Remember, the real people who make laws are in the House and Senate. The president is just a figure head. While he is able to sway policy and sign it into law, he is not the last say so. What ever happens, can be undone later (Look at what he has done to Clinton's policys) and he can't be re-elected in 08.

So chin up guys. It's not over til the Earth implodes or is kicked out of space by a weeble.

So much to do, So little I feel like doing it.

Today started with grand plans of things I'd accomplish, like job searching, homework and laundry. So very little was actuall accomplished. I feel like crap. I think I have a cold, among other things. Saturday was great, both the christmas and halloween aspects. My aunt and uncle from florida suprised everyone by driving up. My Uncle Ron told me I should play linebacker for the 49ers. Anna wants to know if that's a compliment. My cousin John is on leave and he looks fit and healthy and he now has shoulders to die for. Halloween was good to. My Medusa was very adorible. Tosh had to do my hair twice because we didn't get the snakes right the first time. So while I attempted my eye-makeup she was sticking pins and snakes in my hair and smacking my butt trying to screw up my concentration. Through all that I was fine. When I went to apply my mascara however, she burped in the hallway and I managed to stab myself in the eyeball with the mascara wand. erg. I did however, win or actually tie for first place with my cousin Laura. She was the bride of frakenstein. Her husband Joe was a pimp and I had the unfortunate priviledge of watching him pee on his neighbor's lawn. My cousin Tim wore his street clothes because he had to go to work so he was a Wigger. Sandy was a pilgrim with a cute little tigger baby. Bob came as a Denny's employee since he showed up right after work. Tabby was a prom queen and was escorted by Gandolph from lotr aka Nick. My aunt Mary wore a cute medievel type dress she made and my Uncle steve was susposed to be Legolas but he left half his costume laying around and his wig was on crooked. Other costumes included a hippy, the wicked witch of the west, Marylin Monroe, Trinity (that was Mel, Tony's fiance), a guy dressed as a nun, A really tall guy wearing red fishnets, a tank top and a black mini skirt with platnium wig, a couple of girl devils, a hobo, the scream mask, and Santa, who of course asked everybody to sit on his lap. Now i'm going to get ready for class.