Happy Go Lucky

Saw Happy Go Lucky this weekend, basically I wanted to know why Sally Hawkins won an award for the role.

And I now know why! Pretty amazing performance. The story was simple, a story of a young woman just plain happy with her life.  Even when life hands gives her some hard times, like a mean driving teacher, a student dealing with problems at home, or even a pulled muscle in her back, she goes through it with an optimistic attitude to get through to the other side. Her laugh was infectious, her funny sayings hilarious.

One of my favorite parts was her younger, pregnant, married sister told her that she has to be secretly unhappy with her life and that it’s all a front. Poppy explained that she had great friends, a job she loves, and that it’s OK that she’s not married, she’s just happy where she is, and you believe her, because she is happy.

All throughout the movie, you are waiting for the ball to drop. For something to crack this girl. You sit on pins and needles, and when it finally happens, again her sense of self shines through. When she finds love, it’s magical on the screen, and you wonder why girls like her would ever not be lucky in love.

Glad I got to see it. Oh and the flamenco teacher’s performance was priceless.

If I ever get rich, I am hiring a driver.

So I am driving home from work, minding my own bidness. And then I hear this flapping sound, like maybe a bird flew too close to my window and flapped it’s little birdie wings out of the way to not to, I don’t know, die.  So I go to the next stop light, and look down. And, HELLO MR. BUMBLEBEE, CRAWLING ON MY LEG! I immediately swat him so he’s now riding shotgun, and then Mr. Bee FREAKS THE EFF OUT. More so than me, panicked driver, who is operating a moving vehicle with something that could potentially get stuck in my hair and sting me! How dare he!

So down the windows go, all the way, hoping the bee found it’s way out. I have no idea if he made it to the outside. He’s probably dead in my trunk. At least now I have a hatchback and don’t collect dead bugs like they are those felt bobble head animals on that trunk cover thing that cars have.

I am kinda proud of myself for not crashing into a tree or rear ending another driver all because this bee (who is definitely not a friendly Jerry Seinfeld bee!) decided to spaz out in my car.

Then I am continuing on my bee drive, and a too-nice-for-a-teenager-to-be-driving it-Nissan pulls out in front of me, swerving all over the road. Either a teenager or a grown ass man who still likes to wear baseball hats tipped to the side. (Think Jamie Kennedy in Malibu’s Most Wanted). Seems as if the blunt they just rolled might have dropped in the car, or something to that end. They then throw trash out of the windows.

Seriously, who litters anymore??? I littered once in my entire life and to this day I will never do it again. My stepbrothers were fighting in the car over an empty slurpee cup (they were hitting eachother with it or something) and I got fed up and threw it out the window. The look of shock on my parents faces made me never want to litter again.

Anyway, they continue to drive insanely slow. And me, still trying to be a calm driver to as not to upset the bee that might or might not be in my car, took it all in stride. Although I have a feeling they were driving that slow because they were too high to be operating the vehichle and 35 mph must have felt like a roller coaster. Then we happen upon a bike rider and boy did I fear for that man’s life.  Then they just so happen to be turning where I am turning, the joy.

We get to a red light. We stop. It turns green. We are still stopped. For awhile. I don’t blow my horn, because I don’t want to freak out the bee if it’s still there, or get shot because some people can’t control their road rage (search it on msnbc and you will find way too many stories!). The guy behind me decides to take it upon himself to do the beeping.

Then I get treated to the finger waved at me outside the sunroof. Three times.  Because once was not enough. Like I was the asshat who was STOPPED AT A GREEN LIGHT. WTF??? It wasn’t even me! And if it was, did the sound inconvenience him so much, like delaying me from getting to my destination by not going through the intersection in a timely manner?

Where’s a traffic cop when you need them? Pulling over people with a broken tail light or something I bet.

Dog movies.

Rented Bolt this weekend. It was cute, the animation of the dog was very realistic. When he got down in his little play stance, I squeeled.  Good thing I was watching it by myself.

Also saw Marley & Me. Overall, it was an OK movie. Focused a little too much on the guy trying to find his writing job, and Jennifer Anniston getting preggo, but the dog scenes were great. Bindi especially liked the part where Marley cries during a thunderstorm. Her head went all “exorcist” hearing that.

Oh the end. Here I am, bawling my eyes out (goodbyes are so hard!!!), and Bindi comes and props herself on my lap and literally tries to lick my tears away. Then she pulls a Marley and when I reach for a tissue to blow my nose, she tries to grab the tissue and almost gives me a Michael Jackson nose job for free.

Dogs and babies.

Honestly, I am very much looking forward to having a kid one day. Don’t get me wrong. But is it weird that I am totally worried about how my dog will adjust??? As if having the kid and getting all prepared and having to worry about being the person wholly responsible for SUSTAINING ANOTHER HUMAN BEINGS LIFE- one of my biggest worries is how my dog  will be when the time comes.

Will she be ok? Will she decide to gnaw off one of the kid’s tootsies? Will she see it as competition for our love? Will she resent us? This brings up another topic- should we get another dog to keep her company? (That probably has nothing to do with this, but I just want a fur brother or sister for her)

In the end, I already know that I will be like, hey there hubby, take the kid, I need Bindi and me snuggle time.

NuBra

So to make a long story short, I needed a bra to wear under my wedding dress. I found the NuBra online and decided to give it a go. I am honestly actually pleased. I figured it would have just been another waste of $ like almost everything else I get, but it’s gonna be what I wear under my dress. It’s basically these 2 cups with adhesive on it. The adhesive is pretty strong but gentle. It’s not like that double sided tape that hurts like hell to get off. It took me a couple of tries to get it on where I wanted it. The further out you place the cups=more cleavage. And who doesn’t want more cleavage?!? So basically they worked great under my dress. And the back of the dress is pretty low and now I don’t have to worry about a corset or other type of bra peeking out.  Feels good to have one thing down!

NuBra

I wish Jennifer Aniston knew of the NuBra when she was on friends. Or actually just knew about it at all really. That woman needs a bra.

To all the drivers…

calm the f down.

Who think that honking their horn will get me to turn right on red, you suck. It is not up to you as to when it is safe for me to go on a red light. When it’s not my turn. And there are cars coming, because their light is GREEN. I am not gonna be that guy, who pulls out on the red light thinking I had time to pull out and gets in a fender bender. Which will undoubtedly delay your commute even more than the 15 extra seconds you will have to wait for our light to turn green. So seriously, to all of those guys who think they can honk at another driver and it will make them go, SUCK IT.

Oh and to all of the drivers who take the same roads to work every day, and they KNOW that the left lane ends and figure they can just cut over at the last second- don’t get pissy at me when I won’t let you in the right lane.  WAIT YOUR TURN. Or get in the correct lane back when I did and you wouldn’t have that problem. Considering you probably drive that way every day like I do, you should know by now that the left lane ends. Also keep in mind- if you hit me because you think you can just squeez in there, it’s your fault for not yeilding to me. If I could type the equivalent of an evil laugh, I would.

My dog is afraid of pooping.

add some bugged out eyes and you've got Bindi!

I am not kidding. She really is. She must forget that she does it at least two times a day, and each time it is terrifying. Her eyes bug out of her head like, “Why is this happening to me?!?” Then she looks to me for reassurance, like she needs me to say that yes, Bindi, it’s OK, and it will be over soon. I wish they had the book Everyone Poops  for dogs.

Hurricane.

OK so Hurrican Hannah is here. Let me just say I am very proud of my dog Bindi (who’s up there in the header) for going poop in a hurricane. If I could figure out how to properly recognize that moment, like hanging something like a picture of her dropping it on the fridge I would. She squatted out there in however many miles per hour winds and sideways rain. Go her.

I am also proud of my fiance for remembering our anniversary and also for getting me beautiful flowers AND for getting ICE CREAM CAKE. Who else but the best fiance in the world gets ice cream cake for our anniversary. Sorry girls he’s taken. I picked a good one.

Today I had another eye dr. appointment. My eyes are defying contacts. And I want to look pretty on my wedding day w/o my glasses. I have yet to find a super cute pair of glasses that makes me look like a cool, smart, chick.  I had to get my eyes dilated and thank goodness for the hurricane or I would have been incapacitated for the whole afteroon. I get blinded by the sun. That’s what I get for having blue eyes I guess.

So anyways I got my eyes dilated and then we went to the mall for me to get a free Victoria’s Secret panty. So I waltz in there and find one that I like, go to check out and was told by the cashier that the only ones that are free come in black, white, nude, or “whisper pink”. Oh, gee sorry. I cannot read the extremly small font on the back of the tiny card that told me that due to my eyes. So I broke down and got “whisper pink”. Why don’t they just call it pink?!?