Okay, in my house, this is true. And I have to admit, it's the only Star Wars' movie I've sad through. And just to age me a bit, I saw it in my jammies in the drive-in with my friend. We were in the back of her mom's wood paneled station wagon.
The entire 301 top movies voted on by Empire can be seen here: The Top 10
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The Top 10
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1. “Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back”
2. “The Godfather”
3. “The Dark Knight”
4. “The Shawshank Redemption”
5. “Pulp Fiction”
6. “Star Wars: A New Hope”
7. “The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring”
Last night, I went out to drinks with the soccer moms from this year. (Really fun!) But I was asking where everyone was from. One person was from near Bristol, England. (Also learned they do not consider that England, but rather Wales, which is ENTIRELY different apparently.) Cornwall also considers themselves Cornish versus English. Who knew? Her husband is from India. One woman was from southern India, her husband from Northern India. Another from Pennsylvania, etc. You get the picture.
When they get to me, I said, "Redwood City." (Which is about 15 miles from where we are.)
Bwamp, bamp, ba!!
The disappointment on their faces! I know, right? I haven't left. I am not adventurous, and I'm a hometown girl and while you were all getting your Masters' Degrees around the world, I was listening to Adam Ant in my Mustang Convertible.
But you know, in my defense, the world came to me, so I really didn't have to go anywhere. Seriously, they came here for a reason, right? What's really sad is that as mothers, no matter what your background, we're all pretty much doing the same thing. People are essentially the same no matter where they're from -- we all want a good life and Northern California provides that. Great weather, jobs and expensive housing (Not that part.)
Cupertino IS ranked #6 in the top ten suburbs in the U.S. So why would I ever want to leave?
I had to check if I took this photo, as I know right where it is, but I did not. I once watched a hawk snatch a bird off this very tree. (Much to my daughter's horror.) Kudos to the guy who took the pic. He walked up a good hill to get there.
I just got an ad for no pedicure requiring flats. Besides being ugly, I fail to see an advantage here. I don't have a pedi to impress others, I get them because ugly feet are depressing. Looking down and seeing a pop of color brightens my world.
Did some man write that ad copy? Maybe he should sell a dress next that doesn't require you to shave your legs??
It's finally here! David Crowder has a new solo album. There's a lot of banjo strumming going on -- a little Deliverance in some places, but it's still David Crowder's voice, which is a slice of heaven. I'm so glad he shares his gift with the world.
My favorites on the album are "I Am"; "You Are" and "Here's My Heart" and "Come as you Are" because I feel they just give us that pure, crisp voice that is Crowder. Love the purity of it with just a guitar or keyboard. I realize I just named about half the songs on the album, but that's how it is for me. I just love how he uses his voice as an instrument, and "Neon Steeple" doesn't disappoint. You can listen to samplings or buy the album here:
There's a disturbing new trend happening where high quality fakes are getting so good even experts can't tell the difference. This bugs me. Why? Because some designer made a beautiful thing. They put their heart and soul, high quality hardware and the most luscious of leather into their product.
Then, some cheeseball comes along and copies it and as the fakes get "better" they are getting higher priced. I don't get this market --who would spend hundreds, or even thousands on a fake? It's stealing, plain and simple. And it's probably supporting the same kind of people who sell drugs.
If you don't want to pay for a designer bag, I get that, but don't buy one. There are lots of quality bags out there without the high price. But if you want the quality of certain bags, why not save for the real thing, rather than brag you have a "good" copy? Is having a Renoir poster the same as having an actual painting?
I love the quality of a good handbag. In fact, I haven't been buying Kate Spades lately because I thought their quality had gone down, and their colors have been garish. My friend told me Kate Spade recently got bought by Liz Claiborne. Maybe it's just a bad season for me, who knows?
But when Lilly Pulitzer got bought out the quality went way down. I haven't bought anything Lilly since. I understand, these items get popular and they need to ramp up supply. They are probably answering to stock holders, but I want a designer that answers to its customers. Louis Vuitton, Prada, Ferragamo -- they're concerned with their end product and they want to be the best they can be.
That's a lost art. And it gives me something to strive for, right?
The bags above are Birkin/copy of a Birkin -- originally made by Hermes. They're the ultimate status symbol, going for $22,000 and higher. But if you have to buy a fake, you haven't achieved anything. You're not actually carrying the status symbol. You're faking it. Maybe you fool all of your friends, but you know. You're not fooling yourself. I don't understand why people would want to carry a good fake.
We were watching the movie, "Confessions of a Shopoholic" tonight, and in the end, she walks by the Louis Vuitton store, and there is this candy-apple red handbag that is completely a work of art!
I don't believe experts can't tell the fakes from the genuine article. Look at the shape of the real Birkin. It's more structured. Its color is rich and beautiful. The fake is pale, it kind of wilts and the hardware looks cheap. Plus, unless you're Lisa Vanderpump and your Birkin is resting on the pretty white leather of your Bentley convertible, no one is going to believe the bag is real anyway. Some of us were meant to appreciate from afar, I suppose -- like in a museum.
I mean, seriously, it's nearly a year in college. You have to be uber-rich to have one, but why put on airs? Lots of great quality bags where you don't have to be involved in the black market underworld.
I love Maya Angelou. I'm not going to lie, I don't really get poetry. It's over my head. And yet, I love Maya and I love hearing her speak. She speaks such truth. Her poetry was not just random, pretty words thrown together. She could hone down a thought into a single sentence and that thought will never leave you.
That is gifted. I'm so sorry to hear of her passing.
I've decided that like Pigpen with the dirt cloud, I bring the chaos. When I was staying at a friend's house, all of a sudden, she had a million appointments, and there were millions of people in and out of the house. She apologized and said she never did that -- but I bring it. So she can't really be blamed.
Today...It's late start for the kids, and I'm trying to get ready for an appointment, it's garbage day, so I'm running that out. The kids are missing a book that has to be found. The maid is coming so I'm trying to get everything straightened for her...Elle stole my shirt that I was going to wear to the appointment. The thing is...I just AM chaos. And that does not work for me.
I want to write!!!!! But then, I have to get my laptop together (surprise, it's in Elle's room!), save the manuscript off the desktop. And add to the day of chaos. Arrgh! Okay, I feel better.
I'm sure you don't. See? I bring chaos. That can't be Biblical.
I know, I'm a total nerd when it comes to cleaning products. (Mr. Clean Sponges are my life!) But I got this new toy that I discovered on a YouTube video. I have 20-foot ceilings and there are cobwebs way up in the corners. I am dangerous on two feet, so I'm certainly not getting on a ladder to clean.
My friend Nancy just made me watch, "Enough Said" because the woman is always complaining about her maid. Apparently, I do this, but it's not because my maid is bad. Anyone who cleans for me is a saint. It's because I hate having my writing time taken away with someone in my house.
But even she can't reach this ridiculous cobwebs, so I found this product at TouchofOranges.com and it's very simple. Probably too expensive, but dang, it works fantastic, and now I don't obsess over the cobwebs in the corner, looming 20 feet over my head. That's awesome, right?
I wish I had a neighbor to share it with. But I live with the Gestapo of HOA's, so they're not getting my new toy. They can live with the cobwebs!
I love that people create answers for problems like this. What did we ever do without the Internet?
I did an entire blog on Bachelorette. I swear I did. I posted it. It said it was posted, and come to find out, it's not there. Can't find any sign of it anywhere. I'm so over this blog at the moment. Grrr.
Comcast was out today and whenever they're here, my Internet disappears. After I posted the blog, I saw the truck, so THEY may be the issue today. Not Typepad. But seriously, this is annoying when you pay $80 a month for cable, and another amount for your blog hosting, and you can't rely on either. In freaking Silicon Valley!! Get it together, Typepad and Comcast!!!
I don't know what the laws are that make Comcast and AT&T the only parties in this game, but they both suck! By the way, that $80 is only for Internet. Not actual television. For that I use Dish. Because it works, and they have the best DVR. But the price is getting awfully high. Especially when I think with all the trouble Apple is making for the city of Cupertino, Internet should be free. Like it is in Mountain View thanks to Google.