Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
And it was. We laughed and laughed at each "beat up the Jewish kid" joke or "trailer trash name" for the girl Ted screwed on top of the produce (I now only refer to my friend with the suffix "Lynn" following his name). I'm not going to say it was a timeless classic, but I'd definitely watch it again (and probably again after that, too).
But wouldn't you know it, you put an adorable stuffed animal/best friend in a movie, build up the plot line/relationship/friendship, and have something bad happen to the little guy… let's just say I had to wipe my face a couple times with my sleeve so my friend wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. Did I mention the movie was "Ted"? I know, fucking pussy.
I was an only child for 13 years of my life. I'm not going to say I was a loser or anything, but I tended to enjoy playing by myself rather than attend birthday parties or play with other kids. I had every Transformer, every G.I. Joe, all the He-Man characters, and an abundance of stuffed animals to play with. My very favorite was always T-Bear. I would dress him up in clothes (baby clothes were the only thing that fit him) kind of like how you would imagine a little girl would play with her dolls. After writing/re-reading that sentence, I'm starting to figure out why I turned out the way I did.
I slept with T-Bear every night. T-Bear went on every vacation with me. T-Bear was loved so much that he had patches where his fur had worn off. And now that I've grown up, just like the sad Pooh story, T-Bear resides in my closet, along with the Velveteen Rabbit and Henry, the big yellow dog. But this holiday weekend I'll make sure he gets to come out and play for a bit, just like old times.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Friday, December 07, 2012
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
My favorite shoes are my Eastland boat shoes that I've become quite fond of. I know, they're not that stylish and might be border line workplace-casual, but for the most part they are comfortable and haven't given me any problems. Until about three months ago, that is.
For some reason they started giving me the heel pain. I recently bought some insoles to put in them but those didn't help. The "squeak, squeak" sound they made as I walked down the hall wasn't too pleasing, either. I switched to a pair of brown Sketchers that had been sitting in my closet for years and those seemed to help a little. The only bad thing about those is they had the little tongue thing in the back and it would catch my pant cuffs and started to rip them to shreds.
My Eastlands were over a year and a half old. Mind you, this whole time I had a brand new pair sitting in my closet that I bought when I got a 30% off coupon in the mail. Well, this week I got tired of my pant cuffs wearing out so I brought out the new shoes.
My God what a difference. I should I started wearing the new ones months ago. The next time I get a coupon in the mail I'm buying another pair, just to have in the closet for when my current ones start wearing out in a year or so.