It seems most people favor Volkswagen’s “The Force” ad, as it has received the most views on YouTube (16.4 million to be exact). BUT, that was definitely not my favorite. My favorite ad was Audi’s “Escape the confines of old luxury.” I mean, how can you not love the knock on Kenny G!
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My 2011 New Year’s Resolution
8 JanSo after reviewing last year’s resolutions, I realized that I pretty much didn’t keep any of them. How sad. I still drink Coke. Well, I’m still trying to quit. It’s been two days. I still have my college loans. BUT, I’m very close to making my final payment. And, even though it is already 2011, it will still be paid off early. I didn’t do much reading in 2010. But, I’m now in school, which is forcing me to read a lot. However, I can’t really claim that…since I’m obligated. I didn’t improve the landscape. The dogs removed some bushes for me. But, nothing was replaced.
I guess most of my year was preoccupied doing other things, like getting married. In fact, I think I’ll blame my husband for not following through with any of my resolutions. Clearly it’s his fault. Maybe he’ll do better in 2011…
In 2011, I would like to actually improve my landscape. That resolution is a top priority. I would also like to send out the rest of my thank you notes. I know, I’m behind. But, I have a whole year, right?
I also plan to work on being a better wife to my husband; a better daughter; a better sister; a better aunt; a better friend. This should occupy most of my time.
Scary Driving in Tianjin
8 DecTianjin is where my brother lives. I visited him and his family a little over a year ago. When I returned to the States, I tried to explain how crazy the driving is over there and I don’t know that I really convinced anyone (even when I told people I witnessed a lady on a bike get struck by a car…pretty sure the driver kept going).
Well, even if I didn’t convince anyone, I think this video will do the trick. Welcome to Tianjin…
Separation Anxiety
27 OctSo, my husband has been in Costa Rica for the last several days. He flew home last Friday with his Grandma. Which meant, I have been home alone (with the dogs and cat) fending for myself. It’s fine. I have lived by myself before. Granted, it’s been several years…but I’ve done it. I’m an adult. I can handle it.
Well…
On Sunday, our yellow lab brought a little friend into the house…by friend I mean a dead rat.
He was so proud of his toy. He trotted into the kitchen with it in his mouth, dropped it onto his big pillow bed and plopped down next to it. I almost vomited. I screamed, “NO!” And, then I made him go outside. That was when I realized it was just me and the rat body. I suddenly missed my husband more than anything. I had to talk myself through it, “don’t get scared, now” (bonus points for whoever can name that movie).
I got a million paper towels and plastic bag. I threw the wad of towels on the rat and then grabbed it with the plastic bag, which I turned inside out. EEEeeeeewwww!! I immediately threw it away in the outside trash can, screaming all the while. It was disgusting.
Why do these things have to happen while my husband is gone? I mean seriously. I can handle laundry. I can handle cooking. I can even handle the dishes. But, I don’t need rotting carcasses to be brought into the house.
I’m Getting Old
26 OctSo a few weekends ago I went to Indianapolis for a bachelorette party. We started our evening at the Old Spaghetti Factory and later moved over to Howl at the Moon.
Going into the evening I was already feeling my age. The thought of going to dinner was fun, but the “clubbing” that would follow…that meant a late night was coming. I like to be in bed by 10 PM. Sure, I might not fall asleep right away. But, I would be warm and cozy under my covers with the TV turned on. Besides, I hadn’t been clubbing in years…and that was only once…
Anyway, we arrived at Howl at the Moon and I paid my $10 cover charge (cause the price of alcohol clearly isn’t high enough). The room was absolutely packed. To our immediate left were two grand pianos facing each other. This was the front of the room. The ground level was filled with people standing shoulder to shoulder. There were a few tall tables and chairs sprinkled throughout. The raised perimeter also had tables and chairs that faced the stage. The bars were along the outer walls.
Thankfully, our rather large group was able to find three tables side by side on the lower level. It was unexpected and appreciated. Our backs were against the partial divide that separated the lower level and the upper level. The crowd was young and energetic…at first.
As the night wore on, the age of the crowd seemed to advance. As I sat in my seat, sipping on a Pink Paradise, I couldn’t help but notice the table to my left.
Why is it that some 45 (plus) year-old women feel the need to dress and/or dance in a way that demands sympathy? It makes me want to say things like…
Lady, red is a nice color on you, but you should really button your shirt. Your black, lacy bra isn’t as cute. Or, ladies, please stop dancing like that. That is neither cute or impressive. Or, lady, nice black thong with your extra small jeans. May, I suggest you not borrow your 16-year-old daughter’s clothes?
And then, I just feel mean.
Then there are the dirty old men. I understand that alcohol can act as some sort of courage for people. But, seriously. Are you so inebriated that you think at age 67 you actually have a chance leaving a bar with a married, twenty-something woman? I mean, does that happen?
Anyway, thankfully, soon after these special moments, the rest of the girls were tired, so it was time to go home. Ultimately, I left there feeling really thankful. I was thankful to still be in my twenties. I was thankful to be fully clothed. I was thankful to be with a group of quality girls. And, I was thankful for a night fun that only happens once every five to seven years.
Oh, and I was thankful it was time for bed…
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