Club Fritch

Like Steph, I’d never heard of this guy before.  His most recent video is amazing.  The music helps.  I nearly teared up watching it.  But my favourite little detail is on his FAQ on his website.  Check it out:

This other video about how he got people to dance with him is also really neat.

A district judge in Tulsa came close to dismissing Huddleston’s lawsuit accusing former Oral Roberts University officials of financial wrongdoing, but instead gave Huddleston two weeks to present or acquire more facts to support his case, according to NewsOK.com and the TulsaWorld.

And here’s a little financial update on ORU from kjrh.com.

Just for reference, I thought I’d post the WW points value for the McD’s McGriddles.  My daily points value is 20.  Just one of these is more than half of my daily needs!

FROST/NIXON – Whoa.

ELITE SQUAD – Double whoa.

I was at the Galleria recently and popped into Forever 21 for a fashion fix (what kind of specific fix, I’m not sure), and I was shocked (but eventually happy) to see these boots (pictured left) sitting proudly on the display shelf!

No; they’re not Dr. Martens; but they sure look similar!  Now I’m glad that I never threw mine out.  I’ve still got my classic 8-eye, leather upper, chucky-soled AirWairs!  Isn’t there just something tremendously wonderful about this classic boot?!

Ryan still has his “pair-o-docs-ical” footwear as well.  We’ll be clever-cool when we go to the Knitting Factory to hear sole-ful folk rock in our retro boots from the ’90s!

For those of you who exclaim, “What’s the big deal, Gillian?  I’ve been wearing my Docs for years even when they weren’t in style!”  I retort, “Good for you.  I’m glad that you have devotion to the little things.  After you’re done reengaging with culture, let’s go have some Pinkberry.  Or maybe a double-nonfat-moccachino.  If you’re into that sort of thing…”

Just when I got my new contacts!  Glasses are in!

…is in honour of the anniversary of our first kiss – September 17th, 2005.  We made spaghetti.  We ate chocolate cake…  blah blah blah.

Hope you like!

…if you ever see me wearing this:

DOUBT – It looks like a bouquet of stellar performances.  I only hope I can get past the bonnets!

NIGHTS IN RODANTHE – They should have come up with a title that people can pronounce.  Only for the romantics!  Made me cry.

THE SOLOIST – It seems more than one trailer made me cry today.  More fabulous acting promised.

THE LUCKY ONES – Could this be the first war movie that people actually watch?  It seems genuine, funny and sincere.  Poor song choice, but good cast.

Oops!
… I did it again.
I ran at mid-day.
Got lost in the heat.
Oh, Nike; Nike.
Oops!
… You think I’m a schmuck.
That I get dehydrated…
I’m not that disciplined.

This is my ode to running at 11:30 AM in August / September in Southern California.  Every time I get out there and I tell myself, “next time get out here earlier.”  And every time, it’s nearly 11:30 AM by the time I make it outdoors.  Frankly, it’s the time of day that my body prefers to run, but it’s certainly not the ideal temperature.  It’s TOO HOT!  It was 83′F when I left home this morning and 86′F when I returned.  I should learn from my mistakes.

For the record, I’m currently running in Mizunos.  I love them.

I just broke a white wine glass.  It was from our honeymoon – one of those complimentary wine glasses from ‘the room.’  We have a huge set of red wine glasses from our wedding gift registry.  In fact, we’d received two sets of twelve and had to return one set.  So yes, we have twelve red wine glasses.  We only have four white wine glasses.  All four were from our honeymoon – two were from Grgich Hills and two were from the place we stayed.  Now we have three because of the one I broke.  And in its place, I have a sense of loss.

I know it’s silly.  I know it doesn’t matter.  It’s just a wine glass.  But I place sentimental value on such things.  I’m a recovering pack rat.  And I cried.  Then I stepped in the broken glass while trying to clean it up and, as is my habit when I step on dirt in the kitchen, I subconsciously tried to wipe the dirt off using the top of my other foot.  And now the top of my other foot is bleeding.

The thing is, I broke the glass because it was sitting with the dirty dishes that we didn’t finish cleaning last night and I knocked it with my elbow opening a door I didn’t need to open to get the pepper I didn’t need to get to fill the pepper mill that I discovered upon opening didn’t need filling.  So this was not a wound sustained in the battle of dishwashing or revelry.  This was needless.  Unnecessary.  Proof of silliness and clutz.

The other thing that is bothering me is: now my organized glass cupboard will be ‘off.’  I should be grateful for such trivial woes!