Finally, someone put this oh-so-valuable information into a fun and easy to follow. Fat doesn’t make you fat. Carbs do. Found on facebook. Click on the image for enlargement goodness. If only it were that easy in real life, huh? 😉
This is a bit of an old story, but I’ve had a busy weekend so this is all you get. 😉
Monique wanted to know about my bus ride home from my recent trip to NYC (read journal entries 1, 2 & 3) when I proclaimed that it wasn’t that great on July 7. So I’m dedicating this post to her…
I should’ve seen it as an omen that the bus ride home wasn’t going to be as smooth as the ride over to New York. And I was expecting that I wouldn’t get much sleep on the bus after I discovered that both my Bubble and I had misread the information on where the bus would be leaving from. Granted my worst fear of being packed in like sardines wasn’t realised but having to be semi-aware the whole overnight ride wasn’t that much better.
The bus driver was a really nice guy, but he drove like a maniac. The bus wasn’t that packed so I was able to get two seats all to myself, which meant that I could fold up my legs, lean them up against the window and lay my back flat on the two seats. This was great during the ride over because there was quite a bit of traffic so he couldn’t drive that fast on the curvy highway. But because it was an overnight bus, there wasn’t that much traffic so he was zipping by at a kazillion miles an hour around all the bends. This meant that every now and the bus would jerk and the image of my ass firmly hitting the ground and the entire bus laughing at me would periodically invade my dream of the private concert John Mayer was holding for me.
It wasn’t the worst that could’ve happened, but it did mean that when I got home all I could do was sleep some more and I’m pretty sure that messed up my chances of getting the interview with the new lead the placement agency has been trying to get for me – because I couldn’t call her to tell her when I was available when I was asleep, now could I? Of course, I probably could’ve called when I woke up at noon, but I forgot.
Of course, this happened a while ago… so forgetting to call the agency isn’t that big of a deal anymore. ;P
It’s an old movie, but it deserves a revisit. I recently saw it on Bravo! with my Mum and remembered what a cute movie it was. Starring Mel Gibson as Nick Marshall, it’s about a ladies man who only saw women as objects and how he learns the hard lesson that they’re so much more. I love this movie because it’s cute, and it makes you feel good about being a woman.
I’m sure there are a lot of bad things some people could say about the movie, because it’s just not realistic. But it makes me feel good, and that’s what I look for in a movie. Now I realise that my male readers may not relate – but I promise you, if you watch this with your other half or any female you care about you’ll make her pretty darn happy.
Anyway, not only does it have a great cast but it has great character development and a disney movie ending – what more could you ask for? That’s why I give this old timer 5 stars.
Nick, a somewhat chauvanistic advertising exec hot shot, has his life turned haywire when a fluke accident enables him to hear what women think. At first all he wants to do is rid himself of this curse, until a wacky psycologist (played to perfection by Bette Midler) shows him that this could be used to his advantage! His first target is Darcy McGuire, the very woman that got the promotion he wanted. But just as his plan is beginning to work, love gets in the way…