Tales of Wit and Charm…

i saw brokeback mountain this afternoon, thanks to mark for being a good sport and an excellent chauffeur. also thanks to the dealership who sold him a new suv, this means he likes to cart cute blondes around. a brilliant choice on his part, i might add.

the movie was fantastic, though a little long for my self diagnosed (or easily bored) a.d.d., i did sit mostly still for the entire 2+hours. clapping and tears filled the theater. well that, and every god damn seat. i haven’t seen a show sold out at the broadway since 1996 or whatever year gross point blank came out.

the man sitting next to me cried in his popcorn. i wanted to hug him. actually, i wanted mark to but i knew i had already pushed my limits for the day!

where has the year gone? i can not believe 2005 ends tomorrow night. i wasn’t done with it yet. granted, certain things i am SO finished with. others, notsomuch.

2006, just maybe i will finally:
start returning phone calls
give daisy the attention she deserves
realize perhaps patience IS a virtue
finish that book
compile my writing
become a brunette
let ben live his own life
get my internship done
stop obsessing (sure)
visit jen more
have a “healthy” relationship
stop being a flake
accept my age

until then, i will drink, and drink some more. krissy to entertain me, the boys to protect me. party, we shall!

hmmm….conveniently VS has the semi-annual sale going on now. i remain contemplative.

i was fortunate enough to spend the evening with twins. no boys, not the supahot doublemint kind of twins, the niece and nephew kind.

let me just say toddlers are exhausting, double that and oi! my newfound heroes? not war veterans, but rather parents of twins.

important things to remember while babysitting gigs occur, according to carter and hannah:

1. always wear high heeled gold sequin covered shoes while playing kitchen.

2. never repeat what auntie sarah mutters when stepping in a puddle of spilled juice.

3. eating christmas candy makes for excellent handprints on above mentioned auntie’s clothing.

4. the best way to be rescued from your crib is to scream at the top of your lungs, “WUVSAWWWAAHH”. please note, cuddling her on the love sac also a brilliant scheme to avoid bedtime.

i would like to thank matt and holli at this time for reminding me i am nowhere near ready for parenthood!

the bag twins and jessica simpson. some of my favorite “love to hate” hollywood girls! here, is just another reason why…..

they have ungodly amounts of money to spend on clothing. yet, they still manage to look like complete and utter trash!

that’s right, you heard me. no politically correct greeting bullshit found here.

i hope your holiday was filled with family, good food, and of course presents. lots and lots!