"i'll get a subway club and she'll get a knuckle sandwich."

Yesterday on my drive home from work, I decided I didn't really want any of the food I had in my house for dinner.  Not a thing.  And I didn't feel like going to the grocery store to get milk for my cereal or crackers for my cheese.  So, trying to stay in line with my pathetic attempt at a diet, I chose to go to Subway.  

It wasn't too crowded, but to my dismay it ended up being one of the longest trips to Subway I have ever had.  First off, two of the three guys working were trainees.  Therefore, had no earthly idea what they were doing.  The one that made my sandwich asked his trainee - "which bread is the parmesan oregano?"  "what goes on a subway club?" "which cheese is the american?"...you get the idea.  I always feel bad for the newbies, because I know it's difficult learning through doing.  But when you are really hungry, you can't help getting slight irritated because it takes 3 times as long to get your food.  On top of this, there was a lady that stormed in declaring that every sandwich in her to-go call-in order was wrong.  AND, there was a lady and her little girl in front of me that ordered like, 10 salads, and those take a while to make at Subway (plus, the other newbie was making them).  She wanted bacon bits on one...which they didn't have, so the poor guy was forced to hand-tear bacon slices into pieces.   UGH.  So, they seemed a bit relieved with my simple meat-cheese-lettuce-tomato order, and put my sandwich at the counter in front of the lady and her little girl.  So I go ahead of them to pay.  The little girl then proceeds to sing at the top of her lungs "YOU GOTTA WAIT YOUR TURN, YOU GOTTA WAIT YOUR TURN," all while staring at me and swinging her arms back and forth.  Holy.  Crap.  It took every ounce of strength I had not to give her a look that would make her soil her Pull-Ups.  And her mother just gave her that adoring look like "GOSH isn't my baby the cutest?!"  Just as I was finishing paying, the girl finally digressed into some song about the Cheetah Girls, still loud as ever.  Thank goodness.  Needless to say I was ready to be out of there.

Perhaps I overreacted, but it was one of those days already, so the situation in the restaurant did not help.  Do ya'll ever have days like that where something just irritates the living hell out of you and you just wanna hit someone...even a kid?  

Side Note:  The Oscar nominations came out yesterday, and I think it's a cryin shame that Clint Eastwood and Gran Torino got totally snubbed.  That was honestly one of the best movies I have ever seen, and everyone I've talked to about it feels the same way.  (Please, please go see it if you  haven't yet).  I just don't see how they could overlook that great of a movie.  Crappy.  However, woot on Heath Ledger being nominated for Best Supporting Actor!  Gosh I hope he wins!  And I really really really need to see Slumdog Millionaire.

Also, please go here to see some deliciously gorgeous pictures of the Twilight boys.  How much do you hate Kristen Stewart?  Scroll through the pics, but I particularly like the one that this link is to because it makes me laugh.  (is Edward giving Jacob a purple nurple?!?)

http://robertpattinson.org/gallery/displayimage.php?album=205&pos=15

make a girl say SHOOP

(the title is an ode to a post Paige made a while back...still makes me laugh out loud thinking about you singing that whole song by heart!)

Holy Moses.  I just read Paige's blog where she mentioned that Vanessa Hudgens might be in New Moon.  So...immediately I google this to get the scoop.  Apparently, it has been rumored that she auditioned for the part of Leah Clearwater.  I kinda hope she doesn't get it.  I can't really see her as anyone but Gabriella Montez...and I like the fact that it is mostly unknown/lesser known actors in the movie.  Makes them more believable as their characters.

On that note, I saw a link to an Access Hollywood video interviewing Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black) about returning to play Jacob in New Moon.  For a while, they were thinking about recasting the part because Taylor looked too young and Jacob goes through a massive growth spurt in New Moon.  He's supposed to get more muscular and look 26, so they were gonna try going with a new, older actor.  But, yay!  They decided to stick with Taylor apparently because he was willing to work on his look in order to keep his part.  And oh my stars....he is doing a good job.  (I don't know what he is saying because I'm at work so I had to have the sound muted.  But honestly...I don't think I'd be paying attention to what he says anyway...)

SHEW.  Those abs are DANGEROUS.  I will always love Edward and think he's perfect...so I could never understand why people were team Jacob.  But now I think I'm starting to understand.

ta.da.

In the words of bella swan...holy crow! (does that bother anyone else?!) There is no excuse for the amount of time I have let lapse since my last post. For some reason, the blog has, of late, been crammed into the back of my mind. I don't know why...maybe subconsciously I had run out of things to say. Not sure. But alas, my absence on blogger has come to an end. To catch up...


...has anyone else seen this commercial? It makes my heart happy.




So I was on the radio this morning. I know, random, right? It was just on our local talk radio, which sadly doesn't have a ton of listeners. I had to talk about an upcoming community art project we are putting together. I was really nervous. Like...really really nervous. But once I did it, it was soo easy! I don't know if it was the interviewer just being good at what he does, or that I was just being heard and not seen (no worries about needing lip gloss or that my hair is lookin flat). But it was cool. And so the morning show guy asked if I would be interested in making a monthly appearance on the morning show to give updates on what's happening in the arts. Pretty cool! Maybe I've missed my calling in life. (When I took that dumb ASVAB test in high school, it did tell me that I should become a DJ). Oh well, for now, I will settle for just being in marketing, and maybe one day I'll have my big break in radio. Haha!

I watched part of the Golden Globes last night. For the most part, it was sorta eh this year. The one really great thing was that they gave the Best Supporting Actor in a Drama to Heath Ledger. Honestly, even if he was still alive, they'd be crazy not to give him that award. That is one of the best performances I have ever seen. I have never witnessed an actor transform himself into a character the way he did. He was definitely going to have an incredible career after that movie. I'm glad that they are giving him the honor he rightfully deserves. (On a lighter note, don't you know it would suck to be one of the guys nominated in the same category. I mean, I know they probably feel honored to be recognized alongside such a great actor as Heath, but you know that part of them is like "damn, i don't have a shot in hell of winning this. oh well, there's always next year.")

So I was checking Yahoo News! today like I always do...and I notice that one of the top, featured stories is about how Barack Obama's epic hunt for a dog for his daughters has been at last narrowed down to two breeds. La.Tee.Da. My initial reaction to this being a top story is "who the hell cares? - why is THIS one of the top stories?" But after a few minutes of pondering why on earth this is considered breaking news, I realized that I should be thankful for this being at the top of the page. Nearly all of the headlines surrounding it (not counting the best/worst dressed photo galleries from the Golden Globes - which you should check out...cause wtf was Renee Zelwegger thinking!?) were horribly tragic stories: the dive-bombing economy, thousands dying in the Gaza Strip, freak shark attacks in Austrailia, the Panthers' embarassing playoff loss, etc. At least the media is trying to keep some small ray of sunshine in the black sky that is world news. So with that, I am happy to report that the new first puppy will be either a labradoodle or a portuguese water hound.

seacrest out.