The Wisdom of the Plant Lady

The plant lady was outside our door in the lobby today in the Bank of America Building that I call home some 40-odd hours a week. She comes to water the plants ever so often. We're all very jealous that she gets to go about town and hang out with plants. I told her so. I lamented the fact that we are stuck in front of computers all day, to which she replied, "The only thing I know about computers is that you don't water them." Wisely spoken, plant lady. Wisely spoken.

Let's just give Abraham Lincoln a British accent and call it a day

Last night, Jenna and I were listening to the Police on my laptop and we decided that people with accents are far more persuasive when it comes to matters of love. Someone from Minnesota could sing a line of music and it would not be nearly as convincing as someone singing the very same line from Liverpool. Why is that? Somehow Sting makes me believe that he is the omniscient expert on all matters of the heart. During the same listening stint, we also concluded that, like it or not, some songs will be associated with Guitar Hero until the end of time. Like a mysterious force, as soon as I hear the words, "sending out an S.O.S…." I absolutely must throw my left hand up like a rock star and pelt out, like the vowel rule- red, blue, yellow, green, and sometimes orange. My pinky muscle has grown to be a formidable member of the finger team. At least on my left hand.

Speaking of the British, I watched Sense and Sensibility the other night. I am not a huge fan of Jane Austin novels; they are pretty tedious, but a two-hour, abridged movie is generally alright. Sense and Sensibility is probably my favorite. I haven't watched it since Harry Potter came out, though, and Lerah and I found that the majority of the cast of Sense and Sensibility is in the Harry Potter movies. Professor Trelawney, Professor Snape, Delores Umbridge, Madam Pomphrey, Cornelius Fudge, the Fat Lady…there's more, but I can't think of them at the moment. They're all in Sense and Sensibility. British actors must look out for each other. And then there's Hugh Laurie who comes out of nowhere as a witty, cynical, rude fellow...hmmm, I guess if you're good at something, you should stick with it.

There was a minor crisis in the office today when it was noticed that all coffee had disappeared from the break room. Fortunately I had an emergency pack of tea, courtesy of Lori. My co-workers scoffed at the idea of my bringing in a bag of Starbucks de-caf tomorrow, so we will see what their solution is. Come on in and visit and register to vote. If you're tired of the traditional two-party system, we have a variety of parties to meet your needs. The Surfers' Party, the Modern Whig Party, the Family Values Party, even the Poor People's Party. I'll even give you a sticker. :0)

Ain't Nothin' Like

I get into getting out on my mower
In the early mornin' hours 'fore the sun gets hot
And I like goin' down to the Kroger
When the carnival comes to the parkin' lot

-Brad Paisley

James, Ian and I watched the movie Pan's Labyrinth last night. Watching subtitled movies on small T.V.s is quite the task. Occasionally I got sidetracked and forgot to read and we had to rewind, but we managed okay. I have to say that before I saw the movie I kind of thought that it was some sort of fantasy kid flick, but this was not the case. It was really good, though. I highly recommend it if you are over the age of 13, not grossed out by frogs, and undisturbed by creepy, pale-faced monsters with eyeballs on their hands.



This guy will give you nightmares. I'm checking under my bed tonight.

All movie nights must be preceded by a trip to the Kroger, our affectionate name for the Chevron Station on Tharpe and Mission Road. Actually, most activities are preceded by a stop at the Kroger. I don't remember exactly how it came to be called the Kroger, Lori and James probably remember, but the Kroger has the best fountain drinks in Tallahassee. Giant cups are refilled for only 59 cents. They know us there. When I picture the Kroger in my head, I get a fuzzy, nostalgic kind of feeling, kind of like it's the Cheers atmosphere. They yell, "Calyn!" when I walk in and always smile and ask me about my day. If I don't remember my wallet, they put it on my tab... In actuality, though, the Kroger is generally crowded; a rude, overworked lady with a couple teeth missing is usually up front accusing me of getting a new cup and trying to scam her for a refill price, and half the time the Diet Pepsi isn't working anyway. Everything you'd expect from a corner gas station. I love it.