Still haven’t seen the movie version of Devil Wears Prada. Ehh. I’m saving my movie picking prowess for Clerks II instead. (The boy saw a preview for it in front of Superman and called it the movie where they compare Star Wars and Lord of the Rings). I really wanted to see “Devil” but, meh. The reviews weren’t super hot and I really loved the book. I’m going to hope for better things from the Nanny Diaries movie instead.
But I’ve seen a ton of movies at home. Still trying to work my way through the AFI Top 100, so I actually sat through the snooze fest that was Annie Hall (#31, supposedly better than It Happened One Night, hell no!). Sooo awful. Any movie that requires suspension of disbelief so huge that I must believe Woody Allen is sexy? Yech.
I just finished reading “But Enough About Me” by Jancee Dunn. I loved it, loved it, loved it. One chapter is titled “No, none for me thanks: What to do when your subject offers you heroin”. I read the chapter title and then had to go do something else for a few minutes, but I puzzled over it until I returned to the book to read the chapter. The answer for me was in the first few words – Scott Weiland. Har har har.
Anyway, for any music geek, it was an awesome read. I recognized the author’s name (She wrote for Rolling Stone when I was a subscriber) and really was glad that it turned out to be good.
Sadly, I cannot give the same rave to Baby Proof. This is the newest book by the writer behind one of my favorite books, Something Borrowed (which I like so well I literally will start over again when I finish it each time – thank heavens sometimes the library helps me to end the cycle). I’m not going to get into the plot much but it just didn’t do it for me. I guessed the ending, read the ending, was wrong, still didn’t care. Usually the fun for me is seeing how we get from Point A (the start) to Point Z (the end), especially when I guess right. But this one just left me cold. Oh, well. Thank you, Cheesecake City-County Library for making it possible for me to not waste money on books that end up sucking. (But yeah, you should really get Something Borrowed).
Did you know that haricots vert are GREEN BEANS??
I’m at allrecipes.com, my second favorite place to find recipes (after the Naptime Gourmet) and they are advertising a Bastille Day menu. Humm, I say. I know a couple of chuckleheads who were MARRIED on Bastille Day (that would be Gene and I). One of the recipes was for Haricots Verts Lynnoaise. I was reading a book yesterday (more on that later) and one of the people in the book mentioned these Haricots Verts things and I wondered at the time, what exotic food are haricots verts? I imagined some sort of small exotic goat dish or perhaps tiny potatoes harvested in the mountains of France.
Humm. Green beans. Dang. Actually, I adore green beans – or should I say, J’adore haricots verts! – but the recipe called for icky things such as vinegar. Yeck.
I’m still here. Nothing exciting to report. I’m not at work! Wheee! (Actually, that’s pretty exciting all by its lonesome self).
You should read this blog instead of mine: True Wife Confessions. It’s like PostSecret but more venomous, with less art. Yaknow, I think that if I ever start a blogroll, that’s what I’ll call it: “Blogs you should read instead of mine.”
I couldn’t hear out of my left ear most of Sunday and half of Monday. Then my left ear was itchy so I was scratching it (Yes, yes, you’re not supposed to put your finger in your ear) and when the finger emerged, I could hear! (Technically speaking, I feel that having JUST made a doctor’s appointment is actually what fixed it…you can save money on the co-pay by just making the appointment and scaring your body into thinking that it’s going to the doctor. You may recall that this fixed my backache earlier this year when I went back into PT).
And, my brother’s wedding pictures are available online. My SIL Michelle looked even more beautiful than I remembered. And my brother is still 12. I don’t think I can “accidentally” post a wedding picture on here (Hey, I care about copyrights!) but rest assured, they looked marvelous. And I really should have worn a dress because the pictures I’m in look like a woman waiting for the bus accidentally wandered into a few pictures. Whoops. I totally suck!