GO TWINS!
The only sports I get excited about are baseball and tennis, and we're coming up on the season for both. (Topic: Andre Agassi is totally fucking hot and will take both Wimbledon and the U.S. Open this year. And 'Andre' is a really good name for a first-born son. Discuss.) The Twins home opener is tonight! No offense to anyone in Toronto, but tonight, we shall deliver upon your asses a marvelous beatdown.
Holy Crack, go check out nerodi's international adventures. That girl gets around.
I love happyminion's Movie Meme. The top 5 movies I cannot pass up if I run across them on cable (and thank Christ for TCM):
1. Harvey. James Stewart's most endearing role ever. Oh, how I love him.
2. West Side Story. I'm a slut for tight asses and anyone who appeared on Twin Peaks. And 'Maria'.
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's. I've actually never seen it on TV, but if I did, I'd stay through til the end. Did I mention I'm having a Breakfast-inspired wedding?
4. North by Northwest. The crop-duster. Enough said. Oh, wait - and the auction scene is one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life.
5. Office Space. What's not to love?
I've had a little international adventure of my own. It was brief, it was miserable, but it makes for a pretty good story. Warning - if you're uncomfortable with talk of vomit, maybe don't
A few years ago Mr. lextini-to-be and I went to Kenya on this safari tour group thing. Me, being a moron, brushed my teeth with Nairobi tap water the first night we were there. So the entire next day I was projectile vomiting all over the place on our trip to this treehouse resort place. They dropped us off at the outpost, where I puked some more and Mr. lextini got sympathetically ill, I guess. So we missed that adventure.
The next day, the rest of the group moved on to William Holden's hunting resort at Mt. Kenya and we were well enough to move with them. When we got to the hotel, I drank the complimentary mango-guava-whatever juice, which promptly gave me an allergic reaction the likes of which I've never experienced. My tongue swelled up. I freaked out, as did my jaw, which clenched up completely. I was unable to open my mouth. I was this close to jamming Mr. lex's epi-pen (he gets weird allergic reactions sometimes too) in my leg when the resident doctor took us to a military hospital nearby. They gave me a Clariton and a Valium. I woke up later that night with a normal-sized tongue, but still unable to unclench my jaw.
By this time, my man was freaking out just as much as I was. We're talking serious paranoia here, people. We left the next day, jumping flights from Nairobi to England to New York to Minneapolis, in a heightened state of freak-out the whole damn time. I remember I was reading the first Dune book at the time and kept repeating the Bene Gessurit (sp?) fear mantra: "I shall not fear; fear is the mind-killer..." I've never been more elated to see smooth, paved roads in my life when we finally landed at Mpls-St. Paul. After we got back we figured out our malaria pills were to blame for the psychotic episodes.
Despite the fact that we had a completely horrendous time there, Kenya was really quite beautiful and I wish so badly I could have gone on the safari. Maybe we'll try it again sometime. Without the crazy pills.
Holy Crack, go check out nerodi's international adventures. That girl gets around.
I love happyminion's Movie Meme. The top 5 movies I cannot pass up if I run across them on cable (and thank Christ for TCM):
1. Harvey. James Stewart's most endearing role ever. Oh, how I love him.
2. West Side Story. I'm a slut for tight asses and anyone who appeared on Twin Peaks. And 'Maria'.
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's. I've actually never seen it on TV, but if I did, I'd stay through til the end. Did I mention I'm having a Breakfast-inspired wedding?
4. North by Northwest. The crop-duster. Enough said. Oh, wait - and the auction scene is one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life.
5. Office Space. What's not to love?
I've had a little international adventure of my own. It was brief, it was miserable, but it makes for a pretty good story. Warning - if you're uncomfortable with talk of vomit, maybe don't
A few years ago Mr. lextini-to-be and I went to Kenya on this safari tour group thing. Me, being a moron, brushed my teeth with Nairobi tap water the first night we were there. So the entire next day I was projectile vomiting all over the place on our trip to this treehouse resort place. They dropped us off at the outpost, where I puked some more and Mr. lextini got sympathetically ill, I guess. So we missed that adventure.
The next day, the rest of the group moved on to William Holden's hunting resort at Mt. Kenya and we were well enough to move with them. When we got to the hotel, I drank the complimentary mango-guava-whatever juice, which promptly gave me an allergic reaction the likes of which I've never experienced. My tongue swelled up. I freaked out, as did my jaw, which clenched up completely. I was unable to open my mouth. I was this close to jamming Mr. lex's epi-pen (he gets weird allergic reactions sometimes too) in my leg when the resident doctor took us to a military hospital nearby. They gave me a Clariton and a Valium. I woke up later that night with a normal-sized tongue, but still unable to unclench my jaw.
By this time, my man was freaking out just as much as I was. We're talking serious paranoia here, people. We left the next day, jumping flights from Nairobi to England to New York to Minneapolis, in a heightened state of freak-out the whole damn time. I remember I was reading the first Dune book at the time and kept repeating the Bene Gessurit (sp?) fear mantra: "I shall not fear; fear is the mind-killer..." I've never been more elated to see smooth, paved roads in my life when we finally landed at Mpls-St. Paul. After we got back we figured out our malaria pills were to blame for the psychotic episodes.
Despite the fact that we had a completely horrendous time there, Kenya was really quite beautiful and I wish so badly I could have gone on the safari. Maybe we'll try it again sometime. Without the crazy pills.