Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Does Melanie Laurent Ever Comb Her Hair?

No, she does not.





I have seen quite a few films lately starring this hot French starlet. If you've seen her at all, it was probably in her role as Shoshanna in Tarantino's Movie Inglourious Basterds.





The films I saw and loved are Et Soudain, Tout le Monde Me Manque, which I thought was a sweet story with a great deal of heart. But maybe I was just excited because, for the very first time, I understood the French! The next one was the Mike Mills film Beginners, with Mlle Laurent and Ewan MacGregor.





In one of her quotes in the film Beginners, Laurent says, "My mother told me that Jewish girls cannot be beautiful. They can be cute or interesting, but not beautiful." Clearly, this is quite ridiculous. Beauty is a relative concept, and any person of a given ethnicity can receive a particular genetic package that their inherited society deems beautiful.





I like Laurent for the complex characters that she plays. There is always an internal struggle, and a facade which she uses to hide the inner turmoil. She pulls off this interplay with grace and charm.





As an additional fun fact, her father is Pierre Laurent, the voiceover actor who dubs the character Ned Flanders in the French version of The Simpsons!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Lily & Charlie Form a Union of Hearts

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

What's Behind Dress #1?

One of my best friends is getting married in T-minus two weeks, and I'm in the wedding. And I don't have my dress plans finalized yet. Here is what happened:




In a preliminary email, she said: "I have decided that we are going to be wearing NAVY/DARK BLUE!!" We got to pick our own dresses. Awesome, right? Well, I went with royal blue. Everyone else bought navy. CoOoOol.




I got a call from my friend where she said, in essence, "I'm so sorry, but everyone bought navy. Do you think there's any way they'd let you exchange yours for navy?" Nope, not a chance. They give you 10 days to make changes, and I bought it about a month ago. So she offered, "Could we buy you a new one?"




Turns out, it's not necessary. Because my mother, my amazingly thrifty female parental unit, just bought a navy silk dress from the secondhand store for $1. It needs a little work - we'll need to take it in at the bust, take out the shoulder pads (which my mom charmingly refers to as hotpads - that's right, 'cause they make you look hott), and raise the hem a little tiny bit. But, as you can see, it's a dress with potential! Two dresses for the price of one - that right there's a good deal, if I say so myself!


Time Capsules

Just a short while back, my mother and I decided to crack open a bottle of cherry kriek to share. The beverage had been rolling around in the fridge awhile, and I thought it was time to give its poor little soul the satisfaction of being drunk. The only problem is, these things are bottled pretty absurdly.




As you can see, they have a specific method of sealing the bottles. Our brand, Lindemans, presented us with an even greater challenge. First, there was a foil wrapping. That was easy enough to remove. Next was a screw-off cap. Also, not too much of a challenge. Then came the cork. I have trouble with corks; see my earlier post. We searched the house high and low for a corkscrew, which was not to be found. You know how sometimes you bring your corkscrew with you to a party and forget to bring it back home? Yeah, that's probably what happened. Good for the hosts, bad for the corkscrew-bearing guests!




Then I remembered I had a Swiss Army knife in my French package. The package is a great big orange box I shipped to myself right at the end of my stay in France - I had way too many things to take back in my suitcase, so I went to the post office and bought a couple of 5-kilo boxes to keep the things things I wouldn't need while traveling. I didn't open the boxes up when I got home because A) I obviously didn't need to use its contents on a daily basis and B) it's already packed neatly in a box, perfect for moving!




I didn't truly want to open my Pandora's box, but we had come this far, and I wasn't about to try to dig that cork out with a knife. So I dove in. It's like a time capsule, seeing all the things that were a part of your life a few short months ago. A book I haven't finished (almost there!), letters I received, hiking boots I wore to school on rainy days, gloves, and more. Of course, the stuff won't fit neatly back into the box - I had a heck of a time getting it all in there in the first place - but if I had to open the thing, it sure is interesting to see what I don't really need, but just had to keep!

Monday, October 3, 2011

A Chihuahua?! - A Service Dog Joke

At Bristol's Rhythm and Roots Reunion on Sept. 17-19, there was a lot of complaint about the new no-dog policy. "They let dogs in last year!" was the common refrain.




In our family, we often joke about affixing a service-dog vest to our ill-behaved Chihuahua. When my dad suggested it, my mom let loose with this joke:

Two dudes are out walking their dogs one afternoon. One has a Labrador Retriever, the other a Chihuahua. They decide that they'd like some drinks and want to stop at a bar.

"Well, Jim, we can't stop for drinks because we have our dogs," says Frank.

"Follow my lead," Jim says. Jim puts on his Oakley sunglasses and walks into a restaurant with his Lab.

"Sorry, sir, but that dog can't be in here!" the bartender says.

"But I'm blind! This is my service dog and you have to let him in."




"Oh, I see. No problem, then," replies the bartender.

The second dude, Frank, puts on his sunglasses and walks in with his Chihuahua.

"Sir," says the bartender, "Dogs are not allowed in here!"

"But sir," says Frank, "This is my service dog and I am blind!"




The bartender looks Frank up and down, doubtful. "A Chihuahua?" he says.

In disbelief, Frank says, "They gave me a Chihuahua?!"