And here's to Sister's Night Out

My sis, Am, is 3 years younger than me. She's a very busy girl between school, working full-time, her 6 year old son, and-up until earlier this week-a boyfriend...pretty much the only time I get to see her is when she's cutting my hair.

We are, to say the least, very different...always have been. I'd be the one at home (usually reading) while she was the one out with her friends. She's also very independent and has a mind of her own...which is a good thing, don't get me wrong.

Earllier this week she broke up with the guy that she's been seeing for about 3 years. It was a totally surprise to me but I guess she's been unhappy for a while now. She's been very tough about it but earlier tonight (Saturday, I mean) she called me, in tears, to see if our parents would watch M so that we could go out for a drink. (Am's kid was at his grandma's house.) I was touched that she asked me, given the fact that the only time we've spend alone in our adult lives was lunch on Valentine's Day 2 years ago...so I called my friend Cate, who agreed to come over and stay with M.

We had a great time. It was fun to see that side of my sister and I was actually surprised at how outgoing she is. It was nice to feel like we were friends instead of just siblings. The funniest part of the night was when she announced around midnight that she was ready to go NOW. (Am doesn't like to sit still...when she's ready to leave, she leaves) I was home by 12:30 am and she was even thoughtful enough to call me when she got home.
Now if I can get the smell of cigarette smoke out of my levi jacket, I'll be good to go! Hee.

Here's to Girl's Night Out

My friend Aud and I went to see a movie tonight...at the dollar theater ($1.50 these days actually but that doesn't roll of the tongue the same...tee hee) and have a great time on that buck fifty...well, $8 if you count what I spent on my soda and candy. We sat and watched 'Oceans Twelve" (ok movie) in seats that rock every time anyone on the same row so much as breaths...in a theater where I spent many awkward dates when I was growing up.

Anyway, I have to give kudos to Aud. She had a very nice invite to dinner with a very nice guy but she told him that she already had plans to go to a movie with me. I thought that was a nice thing for her to do...especially since I said we could go another night if she wanted. She even said I could invite my guy if I wanted and we could make it another double date...but we decided to go as just us. It was nice to be able to talk to one person (instead of 3), to not worry (as much) about what I was going to wear, and to not be sidetracked through the whole movie wondering if my crush was going to make a move or not.

Life is so exhausting...it's nice sometimes to just relax and forget about reality for a while.

Just Another Sunday Night

I started to watch 'Troy' tonight but I was only able to watch the beginning and the end...the middle is just too sad. Hector is my favorite character...good father, loving husband and brother, and just an honorable guy. It also helps that Eric Bana looks incredible with those dark curls and very, very sexy eyes.

Do guys like that only exist in movies and romance novels? I'm really curious.

I've listened to the soundtrack from the movie 2 or 3 times today...it's very haunting and I love it. I can't get 'Remember Me' by Josh Groban out of my head. (this might be due to the fact that I've replayed it 15 or 20 times...just maybe)

I even downloaded a few stills from the film for my screensaver. I'm not quite as obsessed with Eric Bana as Cate is with Sean Bean...but I might be able to give her a run for her money.

Hee.

Attention Jean Designers!!

So I went on a major search for the perfect pair of jeans to wear on the double date last week. I found a pair (on clearance at Target...$13.48...whoo hoo!) that were the right color, size, and seemed to fit over my stupid hips and everything. I put them on when I got home to try them out so that I wouldn't wear them bowling if they exposed that unattractive section of my back that EVERY pair of jeans I've bought for the last few years has shown.

Well.

I spent the whole night pulling up the back of my pants and I was sooo self concious, I wanted to hide. (no wonder I only bowled a 48 on the first game!) They finally turned the lights down so I felt a little better but still had to pull up the pants. I wasn't very happy.

I don't think jean makers are designing these for woman like me who a) have a little extra cushioning around the middle, b) don't want the whole world looking at my Hanes Her Way c) don't care how good my butt looks and d) are already self-consious enough, thank you. It also seems a little suspicious that shirts these days don't seem to go as far past my middle as they use too...which might be caused by the way I'm built but still doesn't seem right.

Ah well. I guess I could quit complaining and actually start working on it, huh?