Mute Monday- Addiction

Love of my life

Could she be any cuter? Nope don't think she could.

Not only is she super cute, but she is also the kindest and gentle hearted dog around. Paris goes to elementary schools, libraries, kid's homes, elderly homes, and many other places visiting people. She is a therapy dog and brings smiles and joy to young and old. How can you not feel better looking at this face?

Plus, she has a fabulous job of modeling for Paws Around Town, a dog boutique in North Park Mall. If I were a dog I would want to wear what she was wearing!

Happy Friday!

Fabulous Wednesday

Here are a few fabulous things I recommend you check out

Music:

Songs I love from this album:

Cross the Line

This Time

Green Light

Here is Rolling Stone's review of the album: (PS it got 3 1/2 out of 4 stars)

Evolver opens with chirping birds and a woman's contented sigh. It's morning in the boudoir; a young lady is in post-coital repose; soon, a manservant will bring mimosas. Lots of R&B dudes promise opulent nights of ecstasy, but Legend is so classy that these fantasies seem like real journalism. With piano-flecked soul ("This Time"), lite funk ("Green Light") and reggae ("No Other Love"), Evolver's tunes and arrangements are as impeccable as the cut of Legend's suits. (Even his taste in guest rappers — André 3000, Kanye West — is upscale.) And there are a few surprises: "I Love, You Love" (produced by Will.i.am) builds a lush ballad around a guitar lick lifted from a Dire Straits tune. Legend can be goody-goody, but aspirational babymaking music doesn't get more skillful than this.
JODY ROSEN
(Posted: Oct 30, 2008) Rollingstone.com

Movie:This movie got snubbed for awards this year. You will laugh and cry, and cry, and cry some more.

But its a good cry, not an ugly cry.

Below is the rollingstone review:( it recieved 3 1/2 stars as well. What can I say, I have great taste)

Clint Eastwood has hinted that his role as bigoted Korean War veteran Walt Kowalski — a gun-toting widower living in Detroit near the struggling Ford auto plant and even nearer to the Asian immigrants crowding him out of his run-down, racially mixed hood — may be his last role as an actor. Eastwood, 78, has two Oscars for directing Unforgiven and Million Dollar Baby, and two nominations for starring in them. But an Oscar for acting? Not yet. Get busy, Academy.
I don't think Eastwood will ever turn down a juicy role. But Gran Torino, named after the 1972 car that Walt garages and polishes like a symbol of his idealized past, is a humdinger of a valedictory. Directed by Eastwood from a script by newcomer Nick Schenk, Gran Torino is Eastwood's hell-raising salute to every hardass he's ever played. Cranky Walt often communicates in a growl that sounds like a demon in need of an exorcist (wait till you hear Eastwood rasp a few bars of the film's memorable title song). Walt squints at the Hmong family next door, especially Thao (Bee Vang), a teen with a rustler's eye on the Torino. Thao's smart-mouth sister, Sue (the wonderful Ahney Her), can defrost Walt with a beer and food that isn't his usual beef jerky, but only Walt's dog, Daisy, dares to get too close. Cocking his rifle when gangbangers intrude on his territory, Walt snarls, "Get. Off. My. Lawn." Terrific stuff. And it gets better when Walt confronts some hoods playing grabass with Sue: "Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn't have messed with? That's me."
And that "me" isn't just Walt. It's the Man With No Name taking aim in those spaghetti Westerns. It's Dirty Harry Callahan asking, "Do you feel lucky, punk?" It's William Munny, from Unforgiven, digging deep to note, "It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have." It's even Frankie Dunn, the fight manager from Million Dollar Baby, who knows "tough ain't enough."
Tough has never been enough for Eastwood. It's a credit to the film's twist ending that Walt exorcises his demons without easy violence or bogus redemption. A lifetime in movies runs through this prime vintage Eastwood performance. You can't take your eyes off him. The no-frills, no-bull Gran Torino made my day.

PETER TRAVERS rollingstone.com
(Posted: Dec 25, 2008)

Art:

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat

You can see this piece at the Chicago Art Institute. Its my favorite piece of art. Seurat used tiny dots (the technique is called pointillism) to create a fabulous picture. I wonder how many dots are on this piece and how long it took him to create this? I'm not putting a review on this one because if you can't see its fabulousity yourself...well then your at the wrong blog.

BS

Target has their bathing suits out. This is not ok. Its February. FEBRUARY

sick.

See ya'll at the gym tonight


ps. I'm pretty sure for the first 20 years of my life i spelled February wrong

Besties

"You girls are the loves of her life, a guy is lucky to come in fourth"

I want a Marlboro Man

Love, love, love this website.

http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/

From love stories, to silly updates, cooking, children, to remodeling her lodge.

Cow girl or not you will love this site.

Listen

It's nothin personal just a personal rant.

I think we've all been in situations where we are sitting in a room and someone is talking and won't let any others get a word in. The conversation switches and someone has the chance to talk and that same person shoves back in, changes the subject to revolve around them, and bam! No one can get a word in otherwise. What do you do in situations like this? Some talk over the person and butt their self in, while others sit quietly, stuck in a hell that is the other persons heaven. they are attention seekers. Has to, must be, loves to be the center of everything. You sit there and let the person have their own conversation party with themself. While you sit there pretending to be interested, laughing when cued, and nodding in appropriate spots. You try to look interested, oh wait, they are too involved with their conversation to notice.

Listen. Listen to what I have to say.

I listen to you.

So listen to me.