Shawn Johnson- my Iowa girl!!!

I’m very excited to be watching Shawn Johnson compete in women’s gymnastics in Beijing- she’s an Iowa girl from West Des Moines! Having gone to school in Iowa City, I have a soft spot for anything Iowa (except Ames, Duh).

I am nearly asleep on my couch but I can’t bring myself to go to bed because the women’s gymnastic team is giving China a run for their money!

Apparently vampires wear Adidas

Nice kicks, Beckham…I mean, Edward

So unless you are living under a rock, if you read this blog, you know that I am obsessed with Twilight, the vampire series. So naturally, I purchased the Twilight 2009 calendar (stop snickering). So I flipped through the calendar casually, enjoying all of it’s splendor, when I got to this photo and paused…because I noticed Edward was wearing Adidas sneakers. WHAT?!!! Vampires do not wear Adidas…they wear mythical designer clothing from another universe or underworld…or so I thought.

Well done son

Bravo!!!

April and I have taken a small hiatus from jumping up and down on our couches and screaming- Michael Phelps has clenched yet another gold medal in the individual 200 meter Butterfly. AMAZING!!!

We have chills.

If you’ve ever seen the movie Babe, there is a beautiful moment at the end, in which the farmer looks proudly at the triumphant little pig (Babe), and simply says, “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”

Not that I want to make a comparison between human and animal (if you’ve seen the movie you know this is heartfelt), but….that’ll do, Michael. That’ll do.

Phenomenal photo above found here.

Nerdworld: Breaking Dawn Review (Time Magazine)

Nerdworld (blog via Time Magazine) has a FANTASTIC article dissecting Breaking Dawn. WARNING- SPOILERS ABOUND. Do NOT click here if you haven’t read the Twilight series. I think these bloggers make some excellent points about the book’s strengths and weaknesses, and Stephenie Meyer’s overall talent as a phenomenal story teller (I too, share a complete distaste for a certain, unique name that shows up!).

Enjoy!

Too close for comfort

Prepare yourself for the creepiness

Ugh. This morning I had a very disturbing elevator ride to my company’s office on the 35th floor. As you can imagine, it takes awhile for an elevator to escalate to such a level. I disclose this so that you get a full sense of the on-set paranoia and creepiness that I had to deal with.

So two other people enter into the elevator with me. An older woman hits the 28th floor button, and a tall, late 20’s-ish man hits the 38th floor button. I stood there, in the tiny stainless steel confines of the elevator, clutching my packed lunch, i-pod (still pulsating with some Vampire Weekend), work bag, and morning coffee, pursing my lips together with impatience as the doors close. And that’s when I noticed…there was something off about the man in the elevator with me.

I should have just slapped a tank top and marathon number on his back- he was practically running laps, pacing back and forth, at times getting so close to me that I could feel his breath on my shoulder (translation- this is WAY too close for comfort even for a liberal gal like myself). The woman passenger looked him like he was nuts, and just silently shook her head. I flat out refused to make eye contact with him, thinking if I did, he would go into a full on panic attack and strangle me as a means to deal with his nerves.

We reached the 28th floor and the older woman exited the elevator, leaving me with the loony tune for the next seven floors. She almost seemed smug, casting me a glance over the shoulder that said, “Have fun with that.” 

The loon continued to pace, walking around the elevator (and you know there’s not much room), and again, standing so freaking close to me, and STARING at me.

I kept wanting to turn and smack him, to shoot him a glance that said, “Get a grip, pal, it’s a flippin’ elevator and it will be over soon.”

However, I didn’t say anything at all, for fear that he would go ballistic and straight up murder my a$$. When the elevator hit the 35th floor, I stumbled quickly out the doors, nearly dropping everything in my arms, and trying not to spill my hot coffee.

I’m safe…for now. This whole shenanigan reminded me of that one episode of Seinfeld with the ‘close talker.’ Only in my case, dude was a close pacer. And he still lurks in the distance…(imagine scary music playing right now).

Creepy elevator courtesy of Flickr, right HERE