My co-worker and I are convinced that Burn After Reading is one of the funniest movies of all time. I’ve been quoting Chad Feldheimer all day in my best raspy Brad Pitt voice and she’s the only who gets it. “I thought you might be worried… about the security… of your shit.”
“I don’t understand why people here don’t think that movie is hilarious. What the hell is wrong with them?”
Girl’s got a point. In the meantime, can someone come play Osbourne?
-CJ
“What’s the problem? You guys have never seen a hungover lesbian with a jackhammer before?”
Prolly my favorite line in Without a Net. (For Those Who Like to Dig by Ricky Lee.)
My tired, red eyes and nagging cough can be explained via the following timeline:
- company anniversary party, friend Oscar’s birthday party where much vomit ensued, though not on my part (or on my parts either, praise Buddha), breakfast burritos, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in 3D, Return to Ozz themed house warming party that involved much dancing, breakfast in San Fernando Valley, Dodgers vs. Giants from reserve section in the blissful, blissful shade…
No complaints.
Nottaone.
-CJ
First thing Friday morning, a strange, wild haired creature had inhabited my sleeping space and I was obligated to smother it.
Then I made it breakfast and called it my own.
My mini-fam went to see Transformers:Rise of the Fallen over the weekend. It was 2.5 hours of action-packed nothing but Megan Fox almost kind of makes up for all of the suck. Plus I had Twizzlers.
Then we went to Toys R Us and I documented their fail:
and because I’m so easily pleased, this pretty much made my whole day.
Deli sandwiches, burgundy hair dye and one horribly awkward birthday gathering rounded out the day off from work. Overall, not so shabby. I sat up late on my parents’ porch and my mom and I told each other the stuff we don’t usually tell anyone else. Even when she doesn’t agree with me, her ears are the best gift ever, because she hears me. This is how I acknowledge our likenesses. The way she nods deeply and sympathetically to say, I don’t like it, but lord god, I know it.
-CJ
Filed under: academia, daily, dodgers, kiddo, movies | Tags: beach, dodgers, father's day
Over the weekend, coffee in hand, Kiddo and I attended a graduation party for a co-worker’s kid. I took in the amount of strangers I’d face and divided it by quality time with a couple of my co-workers and decided it was a good idea to go. A nearby park (quite literally, in the backyard of this house) kept Kiddo and the only other partygoer under ten entertained for the most part. When the cake and cookies were tsunami-ing through their blood stream, we initiated the Quiet Game which they played with admirable determination.
8:45 a.m., Saturday morning: Mama, can I come cuddle with you?
Could you have send no?
We went on a two store quest to purchase Ice Age and accidentally purchased Across the Universe and Next Friday as well. It needed to happen.
That night our neighbors fed us steak because they’re awesome and we watched game two of the Angel/Dodger series. WHICH WE TOOK, BY THE WAY. Ahem. I have a few sore Angel fan friends so my gloating had to be released somewhere.
Father’s Day was for brunch, toy stores and Huntington Beach with Kiddo and her daddy:
Check out the dune buggy/wheelchair in the background!
If all the daddies and grandpas had a day half as good as mine, the world is right.
Tonight I start school. Four nights a week of Ethnic Studies for one month. Eeek.
-CJ
