Friday, December 30, 2011
This is a photo of the Boyfriend and his sister Sarah as she holds Kathryn:
The poor thing is terrifed.
She did similar faces of fright when I tried to carry her.
Kathryn did enjoy her party, though. She was smiling and bouncing around with so much happiness. It's hard not to smile and be happy when you see a child smile.
I swear she was smiling right before I took this photo. I even took my non-threatening Point-and-Shoot camera thinking it would change her fear, but nope. I scarred her.
Her Minnie Mouse pinata is HUGE. That thing was nearly bigger than me!
So happy first birthday, Kathryn!
One of the cool things about attending a birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza is all the free Pizza.
Pizza is, of course, another reason I will never be skinny. Yep.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Anyone who knows me for more than 5 minutes will know that I love Harry Potter.
I have the tiny Potter stars from the American Edition Book tattooed on my shoulder blades and am planning on another, bigger, Potter related tattoo soon. If you don't know which stars I'm referring to, pick up any of the 7 books, look on the top of each page. Those stars...but of course blown up to a good size.
I'm a Beta user over at Pottermore and was officially sorted into Gryffindor back in August!
Here's a cell phone photo of my sorting results:
If you are on Pottermore, by the way, feel free to friend me. Screen name is ScarletMist170. Boyfriend is HawthornePotion170.
I fell in love with Harry Potter 10 years ago at the tender age of 15 after seeing The Sorcerer's Stone.
At the time, I wasn't interested in the series at all, but it was the only movie on Thanksgiving day in 2001 that had tickets at the specific time my parents and I walked up to the ticket booth. It looked interesting, so we got tickets and went in.
I walked out after the movie with stars in my eyes.
The next day, we all went shopping for groceries at our local Walmart. I begged my mom for a a copy of the Sorcerer's Stone book, and I got it.
I read through it rather quickly, and whenever my parents could, they got me the books that were out at the time, which was up to the Goblet of Fire.
I attended every midnight release from then on out for the next movies and for books 5-7. My friends and I made this a point and would go as group to get our book or to watch them come to life on screen.
I collected shirts, sweaters, bags, and even a light up Hermione wand.
This last summer was the release of the last movie, The Deathly Hallows. I think I'm still in denial that the whole thing is over. Sure, the books were over in 2007, but the movies gave us rabid fans something to look forward to.
It will never be over for me. This, I know is true. I make sure to read the entire series once a year since I started reading them. It's almost as if my brain plays a stint of selective amnesia when I read them over, because I conveniently forget the plots of the books and get excited all over again. I'm so excited that 2012 is coming up in a few days because that means I can read them over again once I finish my current list of books! I'm a huge reader, if you didn't already know that. :)
I will leave you with this dorktastic photo of me fake reading my book. :)
“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
― J.K. Rowling
Monday, December 26, 2011
My whole life, I was always a little bigger than most girls. I noticed this in elementary during the annual physical check-ups in PE when the other girls would get weighed before me and I weighed 10 or 15 pounds more than them.
Keep in mind that as a child, I looked like everyone else. I wasn't this pudgy kid. I was slightly taller than most girls (that changed in high school) and had a little more meat on my ass than the other girls.
It's no secret that I have an affinity for cake and chicken. Get a plate of chicken in front of me and follow it up by a little cake and I'll be a happy girl!
This was pointed out by the Boyfriend, who upon looking at old family photos in my mom's picture box, noticed there are way too many photos featuring me with chicken or cake.
Here are a few examples of this:
Sunday, December 25, 2011
I believed in you for many years. Possibly beyond the appropriate age of believing, which you would think would add some street cred up the North Pole about my childhood love for you. That street cred should've given me a "No-Allergies-During-Christmas" pass to last ages. But nope. Here I sit, tissues in hand, wondering whre it was I failed you.
I'm already allergic to real Christmas trees. That's no big deal, though. I love my fake tree. I love not having to clean up dead needles and worry about the creepy bugs that real trees house. Did I walk by a real tree and take a huge deep breathe not knowing it was there?
Regardless, I'm not feeling well, and I blame you. I have no real reason to...but damnit, I was FINE all day. Somehow, this is your fault.
I'm am not a thespian, by any means. In fact, I have huge stage fright and would probably need to be really drunk in order to perform in front of people. The last time I sang in front of a group of people, I had a couple martinis in my system, so I know it's a fact.
Anyway, in this fantasy, life is normal, except for the random musical numbers that make everything exciting. I would burst into song in the middle of conversation, much like Giselle in Enchanted does. Then the random city dwelling creatures would sing with me, random people around me would dance in sync flash-mod style, and I would get carried around by a bunch of guys while I sing about silly things like how my jeans fit perfectly this morning or how great my bowl of cereal is.
Every important moment in life would be sung about.
Made breakfast? SING!
Got all green lights while driving? SING!
Getting married? SING!
Jeans fit perfectly after eating en entire pizza? SING, SING, SING!
Life would just be so cheerful.
Friday, December 23, 2011
This year as a Facebook Christmas post on our business profile, we decided to feature Lola, the wonderful puppy that brings my boyfriend and I together.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I just remembered a cute little story.
When I was 8, I was amazed by outerspace. I wanted to grow up and be an astronaut and be the first person to explore the planet Venus.
This is before I knew Venus would kill me with heat and gas.
So, when I was 8, what I wanted the most in life was a telescope. A real telescope. My big brother, Carlos, had taken me to a store that stocked toy telescopes and I asked for one from him. And he told me "I'll get you one in 100 years."
Not knowing about life spans, I got excited.
I have 83 years left of waiting. Telescope, here I come!
Aww, look at my mom and dad. Adorable, aren't they? it took 4 tries to get this photo because they have the habit of saying "hurry up, hurry, i can't smile!" while I try to take their photo.
So we had plenty of waiting time, and luckily for us a local elementary school had their choir group come and sing Christmas songs to the waiting travelers. It was so cute!
This is them singing Jingle Bell Rock. Naturally, I associate this song with the version from Mean Girls. So right after I took this photo, I danced the Mean Girls version subtly next to the boyfriend. He was ashamed, i'm sure.
You know the dance I speak of:
Anyway, after making a mockery of dance, we went and chilled with my mom and dad a little more while they drank their coffee. My mom snapped a photo of what we do when sitting across the table from each other 60% of the time:
We were probably on facebook, not gonna lie.
So, with 1.5 hours left to spare, we went to the little shop located near the front of the airport and found many awesome things. But none as awesome as Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.
Anyone who knows me for more than 5 minutes knows my obsession with Harry Potter and all things associated with Potter. But I draw the line at eating things that taste like things I would rather not taste. Behold the list of flavors available in these tiny boxes of culinary demise:
The boyfriend was intrigued. Being a boy, he couldn't help it. He bought a box, and I filmed the tasting of such flavors like Earwax, earthworm and Black Pepper. My mom even tasted the Grass flavored one! I will post these videos in the next post.
I was too afraid to try any of them. What if i mistaken Banana for Vomit? BLEH!
So finally, their plane arrived. The boyfriend and my dad bonded for a while before they left. aww.
See how my dad refuses to look at the camera? This is on purpose.
My mom and dad went on their merry way to New Mexico, and most of the travelers were gone by this point. The airport waiting area had this nice, serene feel to it before we left.
And I finally saw what Hugh Grant talks about in the beginning of Love Actually:
Seeing arrivals and departures was bittersweet. I wanted to cry with the family who said bye to their son going to basic training. I wanted to laugh with the family I saw greeting a loved one.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The boyfriend took these of me today so the purposes of posting them to a Tumblr blogsite called fuckyeahchubbyfashion.
Learning to embrace my curves and body one day at a time.
I like these. :)
The boyfriend and I had the wonderful opportunity to see this film today. We both walked out of Theater #1 feel awed, inspired, and in love.
The movie is set in modern day Paris, as well as 1920s Paris.
Gil (Owen Wilson), a writer, finds him self enamored with Paris and is nostalgic for what he believes to be The Golden Era - the 20s. When he finds himself traveling back in time, he finds himself with the likes of Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Salvador Dali, Picaso, and the beautiful Adriana.
My rating? 5 out of 5 stars.
Gil's adventures in the 20s left me wanting more. Not in a bad way, but in a similar nostalgia felt by Gil in the film. I came home and immediately downloaded free Kindle editions of Fitzgerald's novels. I found myself listening to 20s jazz era music through various YouTube videos. I wanted to feel, hear, taste, and see what he saw.
Rachel McAdams stars as Gil's fiance, Inez. Personally, I found it really hard to like her character. She strikes me as an older 30 year old Regina George - a most unpleasant, spoiled adult. If she was pleasant, however, the story would not have gone as well as it did. Inez has nothing in common with Gil, and finds it annoying and complicated that Gil wants to write and wants to live in Paris one day.
My celebrity girl crush, Marion Cotillard, stole the show as Adriana. Yes, I might be a bit biased on this opinion since I love Marion to pieces...but she honestly was amazing. As the muse of Pablo Picaso - as well as many other artists and writers - Marion plays the sultry part well. As the girl who falls in love with the most interesting person she's ever met - she plays vulnerable well. She can do no wrong.
Did mention she is my girl crush? Well she is. Keep that in mind.
Acting aside, it's difficult to put in text what I loved about this movie. Woody Allen masterfully wove this movie from beginning to end. I'm impressed, and totally in love.