Just Another Day

As one of the many, many people who did not see the movie "Martian Child," I was unaware of this song, which was on the soundtrack. Which is weird, because I just so happen to lurve John Cusack. And not just because of the whole iconic "Say Anything," he's just got a certain something that I find very attractive. Too bad he can't be in a good movie to save his life. Therefore, the last movie I saw him in was "Hi Fidelity." Yes, which was a long-ass time ago. But, this song from Guster is mellow, sweet, and the video is guaranteed to make you dizzy.

Which actor, if any, will you go and see their movie, even if it sucks?

The other day, Hubba-hubba went to Costco. Now, lest you think it some onerous chore I saddled him with, he actually enjoys going to Costco. And really, he is worse than any woman, because he always comes home with something extra that was not on the list. You know, because it was cool or it looked good or whatever. Impluse control, he needs some. Now I know that you know that Costco has oversized portions of pretty much everything. Because he has a sweet tooth, Hubba-hubba was drawn to a big old vat of refrigerated cookie dough. He pulled it off the shelf, only to be greeted with a stern, "You shouldn't be buying that!" But wait, Gina, you say. I thought you told us you sent Hubba-hubba to Costco, so that means you weren't there! Yes, the rule-enforcer, my right-hand man Mr. P was there to make sure that no large tubs of cookie dough made their way into our house. With the snickering of other customers in the background who heard the admonition, Hubba-hubba put i...

Well, apparently I am famous now. For being hostile. No surprise, really. I wrote a post on one of my other blogs that was a bit critical, shall we say, of our local newspaper. They seem to be really jumping on the "blogging" bandwagon, and I put blogging in quotes because it seems that they are calling everything that isn't hard news a blog. Which annoys me. As I stated in the post, I look to my newspaper for news, not blogging. There are tons of fabulous writers and bloggers out there, I don't need the newspaper to find them for me. In fact, there are so many that I seem to have lately thrown up my hands in surrender, because I simply cannot keep reading and commenting and actually have a life. Ahem, I digress. Anyhoo, I stated what I felt was a very valid opinion on what the paper was doing. I linked to a specific blog that the paper had just launched about cosmetic surgery. I stated I didn't like it, didn't feel it was right for a newspaper. Apparent...

Mr. P spent part of the weekend at his grandparent's house, and it was two days of freedom for Hubba-hubba and me. Hubba-hubba and I were on our way to a scrumptious Japanese meal, sunroof open, music blasting. Just like old times, in our younger and childless days. And as in said old times, Hubba-hubba revved the engine of our Honda Accord and sped up the freeway offramp. "For God's sakes, Hubba-hubba, think of all the gas you are wasting!" Incontrovertible proof that I have become an old fart. *Shout-out to chichimama , who had some similar gasoline related thoughts this weekend. That is not to say she is an old fogie, though. That honor belongs to me.

I don't usually curse a whole lot on this blog, so ready yourself. IT IS NOT ABOUT WHO YOU WANT TO GO ON A FUCKING PICNIC WITH! Take that any way you wish.

Today we had an earthquake, hail, and a tornado. Well, the tornado wasn't exactly where I live, but it was close enough. Do you think the weather is weird lately? Or is it just me?