Rock the Vote

Some of you may not realize that I am a mom. My title is Mom #2. My sister is probably the only child I will ever have. I'm perfectly fine with that. I have changed her diapers, taught her to drive and cried at her graduation. Now, I would like to encourage you to vote for her. I'm sure this won't be the last time I post this message but this is the first. She is running for Vice President of Administration at UVA. Watch her announcement speech here.

They also have a commercial. I'm so proud!

Don't forget to vote.

My So Called Blog

Honestly, I think this needs to be the new title of my blog. Not much exciting is going on in my life and the only thing I feel the need to blog about it the DVD series I'm watching.

With the help of many people, I finally purchased my own DVD series of My So Called Life. Last night, after I finished my homework (yes, I had homework), I proceeded to watch three episodes. My life is so sad. I have noticed that they are doing a really good job of repeating the kids clothes as if they are in the real world where you have your favorite outfit and are not super rich and can wear an outfit only once. As I was examining the repetitive outfits, one caught my eye. It's black leggings with red plaid boxer shorts over top of them. All of the sudden I remember having a similar outfit. The leggings were black but the boxer shorts were purple plaid. Angela wears hers with boots and scrunchy socks. I wore mine with Keds and scrunchy socks. I remember this so vividly because it was a major outfit. Part of it's major status was the major fight my parents and I got into when I tried to leave the house is said outfit. It began with my dad letting me know that there was no way I was leaving the house with underwear on the outside of my clothes. Followed by my reply that it wasn't a big deal because they were button fly. Shouting and possibly tears ensued. If there were tears, I'd just like to let you know that I am a much prettier crier than Claire Danes. My memory is a bit fuzzy as to how I convinced them to let me wear the outfit, but eventually they conceded. Man I wish I had a picture of that.

P.S. I still heart Jordan Catalano!

My So Called Angst

Some of you reading this should just put your hands in the air now...you've heard this one. I LOVE My So Called Life. It was on during my angsty teenage years. I'm serious. I was 13. It was a rough time. I would rush home from cheerleading practice to watch Angela and her ugly crying face and to swoon over Jared Leto. I was devastated when they canceled it. The other night decided to watch some TV online and went onto ABC's site. Much to my surprise and delight, I found My So Called Life in the list of show titles. I didn't believe it at first. I clicked on the link and saw it was true. The pilot is the only episode up there but it says Fridays Online. I am keeping my fingers crossed that they add a new episode each week. One of the girls who has her hand currently raised told me that she found the DVDs (which previously were impossible to find) on Amazon. I went on the site tonight and they do have the DVDs in stock. The are double the price that the girl with her hand raised found but it may just be worth it. So now I'm signing off to watch the first of what I hope will be the full run of My So Called Life. It's a bright spot in my dark day.

Update: I just watched it and it was quite a time. The memories came back like a tidal wave. I totally heart Jordan Catalano!

Avast, Pirates!

Pirates pirates everywhere. It seems like everywhere I turn, I am encountered by pirates. No, it's not just because Halloween is a week and a half away. Whether it's people talking like pirates, people dressed up as pirates or checking out the plethora of pirate themed apparel that Bethany and I saw in Europe, pirates are everywhere. When I went to see Maroon 5, my boyfriend led us all in a pirate "yo ho" sing along. Last night I watched the West Wing episode where Zoey is inducted into the DAR and one of the women brings up Abbey being related to a pirate. I'm sure there are far more instances that I am overlooking. What it boils down to is that Johnny Depp is taking over the world as Captain Jack Sparrow and I'm ok with that.

Distracted

I don't want to provide too many details because I don't want to incriminate myself further. After leaving the school tonight, I was pulled over for speeding. The nice officer decided not to charge me with the moving violation. Instead he charged me with failure to notify the DMV of an address change. He told me that because I was polite, honest and had a good driving record he wanted to reward my good behavior. Not really sure how all of this is going to end up. I have already changed my address with the DMV online. Their may be updates later after I talk to my people.

Hello. We are the Hives from Sweeden.

Yes. Yes they are. The Hives were rockin' on Monday night. Their intense energy and pride for their homeland took over JPJ. Lead singer Pelle Almqvist strutted across the stage and into the crowd multiple times. There was a Mick Jagger-esque quality to it all. The whole band hammed it up for the crowd while being quite stylish. They were sporting matching black suits with white trim and white shoes. I didn't even stop to think that they were breaking the no white shoes after Labor Day rule. They were that rockin'. The whole band seemed to really enjoy being in Virginia and putting on a great show for us. The best part was when Pelle invited people to get out of their seats and approach the stage during Walk Idiot Walk. Sterling and I looked at each other and with that decided to take the risk to descend from row R in section 104 down to the floor. As we got to the floor the usher was not paying attention so we walked on by and up to the right of one of the stage where no one was standing. Sterling shares my love of dance and we danced our way up to the rail right in front of the stage. Jumping up and down and rocking out we caught the attention of guitarist Nicholaus Arson. That was great as it was. Just Sterling and I dancing around. Then Pelle came over, two feet away from us, and sang a whole verse just to us. Just to us people. Just to us. It was great. We felt like rock stars. It's just a shame we weren't allowed to remain there for Maroon 5.

My Boys

I know by posting this I am being completely unoriginal. I felt the need to share this with those who have yet to enjoy it. It's hilarious! The best part, both my boys are in it. What a nice treat a few days before I get to see one in person.