tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88528412024-03-12T17:04:36.269-07:00sometimes I just talkCindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.comBlogger873125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-82357865451580985472011-02-28T11:00:00.000-08:002011-02-28T11:03:37.947-08:00In Cars.I saw a girl driving a car with the license plate D FYANT a few days ago. I thought I should try to get her in touch with the dude in the G ELOUS car that I saw a couple weeks ago. I bet they would get along smashingly.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-12224027186017276522011-01-21T22:00:00.000-08:002011-01-21T22:14:57.360-08:00My son is playing indoor soccer this season for the first time. It's been an adjustment because it's very different from the soccer he's used to playing. And a very different experience as goalie for him. Indoor is much faster and there are way more shots on goal than outdoor soccer. But he's getting used to it.<br /><br /><br />Last weekend they were just creamed by the other team. His coach kept him in the goal for the whole game which was really hard on him. He takes it very personally when a ball gets past him. So losing 10 to 1 last weekend was rough on the kid. After the game I had to console him because he really feels that they lost because of him. It doesn't matter that the other 40 shots on goal didn't get past him and it doesn't matter that his team wasn't scoring at all. He thinks that if he had just done a better job they would have won and it's impossible to change his mind. I like that he takes responsibility for his performance and I feel that losing helps a person become a better player but he needs to remember that he's not the whole team. It doesn't help that his team won every game last season and almost every game the season before that. He's just not used to losing.<br /><br />Anyway, the point here was that I was telling him that the team they played was really good and there was no way he could have blocked every shot. I said that sometimes they're going to play teams that are better than they are and that's just part of life. He was quiet for a minute and then said "this isn't a very good pep talk, Mom."<br /><br />As a mom I always have the urge to baby him. But as a parent I need to make sure he knows how to lose gracefully. (or at least look like it) So how do I balance it when half of me wants to hug him and tell him everything will be ok and the other half wants to tell him he better practice a lot more and play harder next time?Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-85084286040610923572011-01-06T08:30:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:36:57.691-08:00Dream blog?I had a dream that I was trying to kill a vampire with a pencil. I'm not sure if the pencil was maybe too short to reach the vampire's heart or what but she did not turn to dust like Buffy would lead me to believe. I stabbed that thing like 5 times and then ended up choking her with a scarf. (Which makes me wonder if maybe she wasn't a vampire after all and I'm just a homicidal maniac...)<br />No, it was a vampire for sure. I think it was the Asian chick from Glee, too.<br /><br />Anyway, the stabbing part was really gross. I could feel it. Imagine shoving a pencil into a slab of beef. With fat and tendons. And a face.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure the other vampires would have eaten me for slowly killing their friend but luckily I woke up before they noticed.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-42196773124083835282010-05-24T20:30:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:56:55.840-07:00It's easy to sing along.I feel like a douche when I listen to Belle & Sebastian. I don't know why that is, but I had to turn down the volume today when <em>The Boy With The Arab Strap</em> came on my iPod so that nobody would hear. (I do the same thing with Eminem, but I don't think anyone would question that one) I still listen to it though, because I like it. So maybe that does make me a douche, I don't know. But I can accept that.<br /><br />But not <em>For The Price Of A Cup Of Tea</em>. That one's cool.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-41188529398851383152010-05-22T19:00:00.000-07:002010-05-22T19:27:05.019-07:00I love to hate you.I'm glad that I'm a much better parent than I am a pet owner. I always like my kid, but with my cat...not so consistent. One day I love her enough to buy a set of pet stairs so she can get up on the bed easier and the next day I'm telling her "I hope you choke on this" when I feed her. Granted, my son has only puked on the carpet once and my cat does it a few times a week, but still.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-28963140574959883972010-05-06T10:00:00.000-07:002010-05-06T10:21:18.914-07:00Prolong the stereotype.I just had to laugh when I heard that some Berkeley students are staging a hunger strike to protest Arizona's new immigration law. That is so typical Berkeley. It's no wonder people call it Bezerkeley. Well, maybe it's only my dad that calls it that, but still. It fits.<br /><br />Do you think Arizona cares if you eat, Berkeley? They don't! Nobody cares if you eat. Nobody cares if you sit in a tree for a week. Nobody cares.<br /><br />Stupid Berkeley.<br /><br />P.S.<br />Your Greek Theater is a horribly uncomfortable place to see a show.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-56147133843236916122010-04-27T17:00:00.000-07:002010-04-27T17:07:48.298-07:00of course, of course<div>Horse's mouths freak me out. People always say horses are so majestic and beautiful and yeah, they are, until they open their damn mouths. The way they can move their lips all freakishly up and to the side, what's up with that? It's too weird. I don't like it. Keep your mouth shut, horse.</div><div></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S9d7x4Q4TaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tsnoOKfiBzc/s1600/horse-teeth3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464972769684376994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S9d7x4Q4TaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tsnoOKfiBzc/s200/horse-teeth3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-17880538730157813442010-03-30T13:30:00.000-07:002010-03-30T13:53:50.800-07:00as long as we screw them up less than our parents did to us, right?I had that moment of regret last night that most parents have at some point (I think), the one where you realize you screwed up by doing something a certain way. I'm going to come clean now. Even though I hate to admit I'm not perfect.<br /><br />I should never have let my son have so much control over what he eats.<br /><br />Because now the damn kid won't eat anything.<br /><br />Any of you who have kids knows exactly how I got into this position though. You know how frustrating it is when your kid won't eat. Have you ever listened to Louis CK? His bit about the kid not eating is right on. "Eat! You'll die if you don't eat!" And I realize that not many kids in San Jose, CA, are dying of starvation, but still. It's annoying.<br /><br />Plus, I'm a very picky eater myself. So I not only understand it, I kind of deserve it. I hope he'll start eating eventually. When he hits puberty, at least. Or maybe he won't, hell, I never did. I still judge food by the way it looks. Yet I get annoyed when he does it. Go figure.<br /><br />Anyway, if I had to choose a way I screwed up, I'd rather it be this than something bad. I get enough into the kid to keep him alive. And he's funny and caring and sensitive and listens to me almost all the time. So, all in all, I think we did ok.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-12425612141430558682010-03-18T19:30:00.000-07:002010-03-18T19:45:54.260-07:00The extent of my laziness.Caden said he wanted me to put <span style="font-style: italic;">You Can't Always Get What You Want</span> by the Rolling Stones on his iPod. I have that song on my hard drive...but my hard drive is upstairs.<br /><br />So I bought it from iTunes.<br /><br />Apparently, not walking up the stairs is worth $1.29 to me.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-16998646395935939312010-03-10T13:30:00.000-08:002010-03-10T13:51:36.637-08:00Best-blog-ever font.I was talking to Latigo Flint yesterday (over a campfire as we passed a bottle of whiskey back and forth, because what other way is there to talk to Latigo Flint, right? this certainly wasn't via text. I'm sure Latigo Flint does not text.) and he brought up how Mitch Hedberg's voice doesn't come through in writing. (like...on parchment paper or something.) I suggested we need a Mitch font so that when you read "but I wanted a regular banana later so...yeah" you won't be confused about why your friend is telling you they want a banana.<br />This naturally led me to "bitch font" because Mitch rhymes with bitch and I thought it was funny. (because I'm totally not a bitch.) Which of course led us into a discussion about all the fonts we need in order to communicate with feeling.<br /><br />The sarcasm font.<br />The aroused font.<br />The my-feelings-are-hurt font.<br /><br />This could change the way we understand each other forever. Can you imagine how easy your life would be if you had an I-have-a-headache font? If you could know by the font that yes, he was in fact joking? I know that the one I would use most of all would be the I'm-making-fun-of-you-but-in-a-cute-way-because-I-really-like-you-so-you-shouldn't-be-offended font. That would really save me a lot of time in my life.<br /><br />But after thinking about it, I realized this wouldn't work with most people. There wouldn't be any way of knowing if the other person was sincere in using the sincerity font. You couldn't enforce it. So, people would end up using the sympathy font or the needy font or the love font in order to manipulate people. We would still be second guessing everyone.<br /><br />I suppose in the end it's easier to just stick with our current method of staring at the text, shaking our head, and ignoring it.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-25627517297399864272010-03-07T14:00:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:53:12.064-08:00Double posted.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S5QuGZBpu7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/l1AHimZqMy8/s1600-h/G+Love2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S5QuGZBpu7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/l1AHimZqMy8/s320/G+Love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446028536729680818" border="0" /></a>I'm going to put these pictures up here even though I put them up on the Elvis Glasses blog. I haven't been taking the glasses out with me lately, but I decided to try to get that going again. So to get things started I took them with me to the G Love show at the Catalyst in Santa Cruz and hit the ground running. Thanks to my sister I even got them back after the show. So the project continues...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S5QuDAzTy2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/GrrcUY-49LA/s1600-h/G+Love+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/S5QuDAzTy2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/GrrcUY-49LA/s320/G+Love+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446028478687464290" border="0" /></a>Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-28801155667742262422010-02-22T20:00:00.000-08:002010-02-22T20:09:52.391-08:00oh wow.I fucked up. I changed my template because of the whole haloscan thing going on and I lost all my links. Dude.<br />Not like I've been posting or anything but I thought maybe someday I would have something to say again. Maybe.<br />How the hell am I supposed to get those links back? That was the only thing I used this damn blog for.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-12518908733941875852009-11-16T19:00:00.000-08:002009-11-16T19:14:19.809-08:00Taken out of context.I just finished reading the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I picked it up at the used bookstore in Campbell. The person who had it before me underlined one sentence in the book: I collected men with interesting names. I wonder what it was about that sentence that made her pick up a pen and underline it in blue. Maybe she aspired to collect men with interesting names. Maybe she thought that was an important theme for the book. It was only on page 51, so maybe she thought she was going to find other gems in the following 193 pages. But that was the only thing that was underlined in the whole book, so she either didn't finish it or she didn't find anything else that resonated with her. I assume it was a she, though I suppose it could have been a he. A he with a burning desire to collect men with interesting names.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-18924979422165217522009-11-13T10:30:00.000-08:002009-11-13T11:06:24.783-08:00So no one told you life was gonna be this way *clapclapclapclap*I wish I had known how fucking hard it is to be happy as an adult. When you're a kid you think life is all sunshine and rainbows, and you think it's going to stay that way. Nobody prepares you for the later years when your life falls apart. Completely.<br />Maybe while we're teaching our kids not to chew with their mouths open we should also give them a heads up that no, life is not what they're expecting. You think you're going to get out of school, get a great job that you love, meet someone, get married, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, and live happily ever after? Keep in mind, kiddo, that over the course of the following 6 to 10 years you and your wife might grow so far apart that you have nothing in common and can't stand to be in the same room. That house that you <em>just</em> finished working on might go to some other couple who are at the beginning of the lie. And those friends you think you can lean on? They're all going through their own shit. Marriages dissolving, diseases claiming one limb after another, special needs children. Nobody has time anymore. Nobody has the energy. They might care, but it won't matter. You're on your own. So get used to taking care of yourself. Because life is really fucking hard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>"is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find?"</em>Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-41292198648454049892009-11-03T12:00:00.000-08:002009-11-03T12:03:01.688-08:00My fan lied to me!And speaking of inanimate objects pulling pranks on you, my TV Guide totally Rick Rolled me last week. There was an article on Rick Springfield's appearance on the show Californication and the title of the article was Rick Role.<br />Which of course made <em>that song</em> get stuck in my head.<br /><br />They also had an interview with the chick who plays Dexter's sister/wife, Deb. They asked her if it was annoying when people wrote all over the internet that Dexter married his sister. She replied that yes it was annoying, and they don't even have it right because Deb and Dexter aren't related by blood, Dexter is adopted.<br /><br />That's an interesting argument, Deb. But personally, I would have gone with the trusty: It's a show, and those are characters we play. It's not real.<br /><br />Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down...Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-65883157849974642052009-10-24T09:30:00.000-07:002009-10-24T09:50:35.362-07:00One blog for sale! One blog for sale! One crying and spying young blog for sale!Wow, remember when I used to write on this thing? Remember when I used to be funny?<br />(remember when Jeremy answered no to those questions in my comments?)<br /><br />I was at a light the other day and the woman behind me was eating what I think was toast in the car behind me. She chewed with her mouth open. I don't understand how someone gets to adulthood thinking that it's ok to chew with their mouth open. Didn't she have parents? Or do you think her parents chew with their mouths open, too? Maybe her parents didn't want to damage her fragile self esteem by telling her she's doing something wrong. But that's just gross. And about a week ago I saw an older couple, probably in their sixties, both of them chewing their gum like cows. Cows, I tell you. So listen. If you have kids, please teach them to chew with their mouths closed. Nobody wants to see that shit.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-28478976114797170442009-09-10T11:00:00.000-07:002009-09-10T11:00:35.451-07:00Missed Connections.You: Smelled very strongly of onions at ten in the morning.<br />Me: Completely grossed out and thinking you are a disgusting pig and how about you move your fat pig face to North Dakota where they tolerate freak pigs like you because frankly, they'll take what they can get.<br /><br />Now that I think about it, that's not much of a missed connection. That totally belongs in Rants and Raves.<br /><br />Nobody ever Raves in Rants and Raves.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-12231300762316975202009-07-30T19:30:00.000-07:002009-07-30T19:40:39.592-07:00I saw dolphins at the beach today.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/SnJWuqnpbmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mCgFR5KPtDM/s1600-h/dolphins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCpiqhV1wq0/SnJWuqnpbmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mCgFR5KPtDM/s320/dolphins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445465866235490" border="0" /></a><br />I also saw another one of those stupid Nissan Cubes on my way over the hill. This is the second one I've seen; I saw one a few weeks ago on 280. I suppose I could choose to believe it was the same one, and there aren't two people in the bay area who think this car is a good idea. Don't we have enough ugly cars on the road, what with the rising popularity of the Smart Car plus every 5th car being a damn Prius? Come on, guys. You can get good gas mileage in a nice looking car, you don't need to resort to this. I'd even accept the Mini, even though I don't think you'd survive a wreck with a Big Wheel. Let's just think about our car purchases a little before going out and getting the next "hot" car, ok? I'm depending on you.<br /><br />But really, just if you live in California. The rest of the country can drive whatever they want as long as they stay <span style="font-style: italic;">over there</span>.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-66543304915504591612009-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:002009-07-15T17:27:11.115-07:00iPod on shuffle.I heard a Curtis Peoples song followed by a Toad the Wet Sprocket song.<br /><br />Which is funny because Curtis Peoples opened for Toad last weekend.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-86658174656359727042009-07-02T12:30:00.000-07:002009-07-02T12:46:07.932-07:00Self proclaimed dork.You know what's worse than having <span style="font-style: italic;">Hit Me Up</span> by Gia Farrell on my iPod?<br /><br />The fact that it's there because it was on the Happy Feet soundtrack.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-92228926610219231522009-06-29T18:00:00.000-07:002009-06-29T18:03:48.959-07:00I wasn't sure which blog this belonged on...The company <a href="http://www.nothingbundtcakes.com/index.php">NothingBundtCakes</a> uses the catch phrase:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So yummy you'll wish it didn't have a hole!</span><br /><br />and they all thought that was a good idea?Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-5643865904804158902009-06-25T07:30:00.000-07:002009-06-25T07:30:00.402-07:00you with me again?Quick, what do you think of when you hear the name Mojo Nixon?Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-90594321317803581192009-06-19T09:00:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:03:59.318-07:00Are you guys with me?Her license plate said HI PRICE.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-45394365732819386662009-06-11T07:30:00.000-07:002009-06-11T07:39:20.369-07:00I may be addicted to satellite radio.I was racing a Corvette on my way to work this morning.<br />He didn't know we were racing.<br />I still lost.<br /><br />I didn't know that the Camper Van Beethoven song <em>Pictures of Matchstick Men</em> was a cover. Did you know that? It was originally done by Status Quo in 1968. (thanks, 60's on 6!) They didn't even change it, either. It's just the same song with a slightly heavier Brittish accent. I feel cheated. And it makes me wonder what other cover songs I'm unaware of.<br /><br />Hey, have you guys been over to the <a href="http://dailyinnuendos.blogspot.com/">Daily Innuendos</a> blog?Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852841.post-33787713810103353222009-06-08T10:30:00.000-07:002009-06-08T10:57:11.899-07:00Competitive spirits.My son's team played their end of season tournament this past Saturday. The first game ended 0-0, but the other team had to forfeit because one of the parents from our team noticed that they had a player on their team who wasn't actually on their team. They played some other kid so they could win. What the hell is that all about? They're going to cheat by putting in a ringer (who didn't even get the job done, by the way) for a soccer game between a bunch of eight year old kids? Can't they just give their kids steroids like the rest of us? Jeez. Grow up.Cindy-Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09030676197812440693noreply@blogger.com0