don't stop, don't break.

last weekend was satisfying - musically rich and full of good company. austin city limits attracted visitors from all over to enjoy the three-day fest (rumor has it that the gyllenhaal-armstrong-mcconaughey triumvirate graced the scene on friday). i however went to see my matt and my newest musical interest: sufjan stevens. matt got third row tickets to the saturday night show at the paramount theater, and it was so incredibly breathtaking. he played a new song that i just can't (nor want to) get out of my head: majesty snowbird. watch for it, as it's yet to be released. saturday was also his
roommate christiaan's 25th birthday, and he attended the concert with us. good times were had by all.

the night before matt and i met up with an assortment of friends and acquaintances at baby a's for dinner. i had about 3 sips of my blue margarita and passed it on. i've been pretty adverse to alcohol lately, but that's not a bad thing.


my favorite quote of the day:
it was the size of a large dime. oh wait, there are no large or small dimes. well, it was the size of a regular dime. - my sis

i can see a lot of bright in you.

headed down to austin today!

matt & sufjan, here i come!

someone drank a glass of morbid juice this morning

phone convo this morning with my sister while we drove to work:

jamie: ...so i called the post office and they said to contact my mailman.
me: like you even know who that is.
jamie: yeah, i just remember tom (our childhood mailman).
me: oh yeah, i remember him.
jamie: didn't he die?
me: uhh, i don't know.
jamie: oh wait, i'm thinking of mr. rogers. he died.
me: oh funny you brought that up actually. remember mr. peppermint?
jamie: yeah, he died.
me: he did? i didn't know that. anyway, you remember his little puppet?
jamie: did he die too?

minutes later....

jamie: did michael jackson die or did i just dream that?
me: no, he did not as far as i know. you must have dreamed that.
jamie: hmm, and i was all about to google him when i got to work. some celebrity died though, right? i feel like i heard something.
me: um, ann richards, former governor?
jamie: ohhh she died?
me: yeah...
jamie: i also dreamed that i died, but it turned out a little boy did instead.
me: what is going on in your subconscious?

important note: this conversation was uncharacteristic, thus the humor. she's a pretty normal girl usually. :)

ignorant bliss

51 Days...
A bartender is sitting behind the bar on a typical day, when the door bursts open and in come four exuberant blondes. They come up to the bar, order five bottles of champagne and ten glasses, take their order over and sit down at a large table. The corks are popped, the glasses are filled and they begin toasting and chanting, "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"

Soon, three more blondes arrive, take up their drinks and the chanting grows. "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!" Two more blondes show up and soon their voices are joined in raising the roof. "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!" Finally, the tenth blonde comes in with a picture under her arm. She walks over to the table, sets the picture in the middle and the table erupts. Up jumps the others, they begin dancing around the table, exchanging high-fives, all the while chanting "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"

The bartender can't contain his curiosity any longer, so he walks over to the table. There in the center is a beautifully framed child's puzzle of the Cookie Monster. When the frenzy dies down a little bit, the bartender asks one of the blondes, "What's all the chanting and celebration about?"
The blonde who brought in the picture pipes in, "Everyone thinks that blondes are dumb and they make fun of us. So, we decided to set the record straight.

Ten of us got together, bought that puzzle and put it together. . .the side of the box said 2-4 years, but we put it together in 51 days!"

~*~

i may be a natural blonde (and an aggie - double the jokes), but i love the fun poked at our expense. i received this today via e-mail and thought i'd share a smile or even a chuckle with you.

"if something ever happens to me, people are gonna be like 'we knew a croc would get him!'"-steve irwin

sadly it was a stingray that claimed mr. irwin's life yesterday. the fearless khaki-clad, animal enthusiast with the thick australian accent (and gave new meaning to the exclamation "crikey!") will be missed around the world. he left behind a wife and two young children. rest in peace, crocodile hunter.

on a lighter note, i've decided to cut sodas out of my diet, effective today. matt volunteered to be my drill sergeant and accountibility partner. wish me luck, as i do love pepsi's sweet, sweet nectar.