All creatures bright and beautiful.All creatures great and small.All creatures wise and wonderful.The Lord God made them all.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Midge the one-eyed cat from Yorkshire has a diva attidude now that the film she calls 'her star vehicle' is making its debut at the Canne Film Festival. Midge's owner Martin Humphreys jogs around his village and one time, Midge joined him. Martin began to notice that whenever he started to speed up, so did Midge. His fat little pussycat never let him pass her! So Martin decided it was time for a grudge match. He made a documentary about their ultimate race for $2,000, and entered it into the Cannes Film Festival and it was accepted. Just like that! Midge has decided to stay home and be attended by servants while Martin attends the festival. C'est la vie!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I'm having a hard time concentrating today. When I get really upset, I get into a state of perpetual motion. Access to the Internet enables my emotion ADD. Instead of sitting down and focusing on one project until it's done, I surf the 'net -- moving from favorite website to favorite website without any purpose or specific goal. It seems like today is a good day to share with you some of the intriguing (and somewhat inspiring) articles that I've found online.
- A story about an ancient art discovery that proves that naked women have always inspired men, and skinny hasn't always been the model.
- Maya Angelou delivers a commencement address. Anything she writes is worth reading and always inspiring.
- An incredibly sad, but compelling love story about two troubled teenagers This story is incredibly long, but well worth the read. I actually emailed the LA Times writer who wrote the article after I read it to tell him that it was amazing.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
When the going gets tough, I always want to go home. I've watched this video a million times and I can tell you the exact location of the film camera in almost every single shot. A majority of the scenes are in my most favorite corner of the world. See how many you can identify...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I was in the dairy section when a yogurt display caught my eye. The area on the shelf was almost completely empty, but there were a few FAGE yogurts way up on the top shelf. If I stood on my tiptoes, I could almost reach on in the very back. I consider FAGE yogurt to be one of the greatest inventions ever. I don't mean to endorse any products here, but I feel that one of the reasons I was able to lose a substantial amount of weight a few years ago was due to my love affair with FAGE 0% yogurt. The stuff is so creamy and delicious it tastes just like sour cream. I know what you're thinking....you've been told slugs 'taste like chicken' and you're wary. I understand. I was too, but I was converted. You can cover steamed broccoli with this stuff and it tastes like you're eating veggies covered in sour cream. Load it on a baked potato -- there are so few calories, it doesn't matter if you use up the whole container -- and you'll think you're having a sour cream baked potato, but you're not. Hardly any calories at all. It's magic. It's the magic elixir. The only problem with the yogurt is that it is only available at Trader Joe's. And while I love Trader Joe's, I feel like I risk life and limb every time I enter one of their parking lots.
Regular humans turn into assassins in Trader Joe's parking lots. It's like there's something in the air around the building. They WILL kill you for a parking space, let there be NO doubt in your mind. So you can imagine my delight and surprise when I spotted FAGE yogurt on the top shelf in the back of my regular Ralph's dairy section.
I reached up and pulled one of the containers down. It wasn't the kind I used to buy. I liked it plain so I could use it in savory dishes. This one had fruit mixed in it. There were some yogurt containers way way in the back, perhaps that was the stuff I was looking for. There was a milk man behind the dairy case when I reached for the container. He said something to someone. I couldn't see his face or any part of his body. I could hear him -- just barely. The refrigeration unit was blowing, I couldn't hear what he said. I reached for another container and managed to pull that yogurt toward the front of the shelf, but I still wasn't able to get it in my hand. The guy said something to someone. Again. I wasn't listening. I was intent on my task. I shifted my hand cart to the other side and reached up for the container with my long arm. Just as I got it in my grasp, the container was snatched from fingers. This time the unseen guy shouted, "lady, I told you the dates on the FAGE have EXPIRED!" I looked to my left and right. Yes, there were people watching. I hung my head in shame and scurried away to the cracker aisle.
I think I might just attempt the Trader Joe's parking lot tonight in order to get some of that yogurt. Enduring the wrath of angry parkers at Trader Joe's might be slightly less humiliating than the shame of enraging Ralph's milk man.