Is It My Birfday?
I stepped out of the shower this morning to a fresh cup of coffee.
Please, let me just bask in that feeling for a moment...
Then, as I was combing my hair, Hoop opened the bathroom door to ask, "Do you wear these panties to work?" "Not usually. Why?" "No reason." Then he was gone again. "Are they too risque?!" I yelled through the wall. He didn't reply, leaving me to wonder over the state of my underwear if Hoop felt the need to step in and intervene. When I came out, there was a complete wardrobe laid out for me. Socks. Pants. Shirt. Panties. Bra.
It looked like a person had melted and left behind their clothes.
"You're so sweet!" I said to Hoop, covering his shoulders in kisses. "What?" He asked innocently. As if to say, "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary." "Now go get dressed before you're late again!" I have a problem with mornings. I don't like them. Even when I'm getting ready for something fun, and not work, I'm going to be late. It's just how I am. And when someone gives me a hard time about it, like my boss, it puts me in a really foul mood.
As I strolled into the office, I noticed a strange lump on my desk. A strange lump that smelled like a ham and egg croissant with a side of iced cinnamon rolls! "I thought you might need a pick-me-up after the meeting last night," the receptionist said. I ran over to hug her and profess my love for all things ham and egg. "You are a saint!" The meeting last night went on until 7. Two hours of my boss droning on and on about shit NO ONE cares about. Especially me, the chick who had to look at said shit for two days while putting it into slide format.
The real kicker of the night wasn't my raging cigarette craving or the hour commute back home, but rather when my boss congratulated the graphics girl for a job well done. We're talking about a person who strolls into work at 10 wearing a skimpy beach dress and flip flops, only to stay two hours before proclaiming, "I'm tired!" and going home. Me, bitter? No way. OK, maybe a little. But I refuse to stoop to her level. Telling the boss "I love you" every day is fucking weird.
Back to today. I hope this good luck and charity thing continues. I could use the break. I'm meeting my Mom for dinner tonight in what could very well be the guilt trip session of the century. I have no idea what I did. But I'm assuming the worst since she picked a crowded location where I can't make a scene. She hasn't answered my calls for three days and well, it feels like that time of year again. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, you'll know my luck didn't continue. In which case Jay and Newt get joint custody of the blog...
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: I'm going to take a power nap so I can study later.
Hoop: Wake me up at 9:30.
(An hour later)
Tink: You told me to wake you up at 9:30.
Hoop: *Mumbles* OK.
(30 minutes later as I'm changing for bed)
Tink: It's 10 o'clock. I tried to wake you up at 9:30.
Hoop: And you did.
Tink: Then why are you still sleeping?
Hoop: Because every time I wake up you have less clothes on.
This BBC film stars Viggo Mortensen (Hidalgo/The Lord Of The Rings), who plays a Russian gangster tied to one of London's most notorious crime families. The plot of the movie revolves around a midwife who stumbles across one of the family's dirtiest secrets when a mysterious girl delivers a baby and then dies. We didn't realize until the movie started that this isn't an American film. I'm so glad that it wasn't! America would have completely ruined this sensational story with special effects and romantic twists. There are a lot of realistic scenes involving murder and dead bodies, so it's not for the faint of heart. One of the most remarkable parts of the movie involved Viggo/Nikolai fighting completely nude. America rarely shows nudity, and when they do it's usually for erotic reasons. I can assure you, there was nothing sexual about this. Overall, Hoop and I thought this movie was extremely well done and realistic feeling. We gave it five out of five sporks.
The Secret Of Roan Inish-
Another non-American film. This one is an Irish Fairy Tale. In order to truly enjoy this movie you must suspend belief for awhile. The actors in this are AMAZING. Especially Jeni Courtney, the little girl who plays Fiona. The story takes place in Ireland (obviously), after a group of people have moved off a secluded island in pursuit of an easier life inland. During the move, a small baby is lost at sea. Fiona, the baby's sister, takes it upon herself to find him, four years later. Although not something I would buy, it was a perfect low-key movie for the night. Even Hoop enjoyed himself. We gave it three out of five sporks.
P.S. To answer everyone's question yesterday, I did not carve the pumpkins. But I wish I had. Because they're too cool to have been done by rednecks. Also, I didn't get another dog. Zoe is one of my Mom's pups, and Jazzi's daughter. She is cute though, huh?