Have you seen...

The Fall...

It's probably my favorite movie. I actually love this movie so much that it has taken me forever to post a blog entry on it because I don't really know what to say...except..it's my fav...I looooove it...I heart it...it's lovely.

Tarsem Singh directed this movie. He's one of those amazing people that I would give a million dollars to peek into his head. Throughout the movie I found myself gasping at how stunning each scene was.

The story line is wonderful and classic. A dashing silent film cowboy movie star is in a hospital...clearly feeling sorry for himself...after what must have been a terrible accident. He meets the world's most adorable little girl (seriously...this kid is so delightful) and they form a wonderful friendship while she begs him to tell her a story, which of course he does, and we see that story unfold in the movie through this little girl's imagination. (I love that he tells her a story of Cowboys and Indians and she envisions an Indian from India...)

It's lovely...it makes me cry...it makes me laugh...and I swoon at the color and magic of this movie.

Did I say it's lovely?

Add it to the list....

So...I was thinking the other day how many things I would still have if my dog had not chewed and destroyed *fill in the blank*. Shoes...(oh the shoes)...two pairs of Reef thongs..multiple pairs of heels (including my favorite brown ones)...my favorite black flats...purple ones...pink ones (man I forgot about those). Two pairs of glasses including some VERY expensive practically brand new Calvin Klein ones...jewelry...Christmas decorations (she annihilated a Santa-horrible Santa carnage all around my apartment)...makeup...and don't get me started on the bras and underwear...my dog has a serious taste for expensive undergarments. Yes...yes...put it where she can't get it and she won't chew it up. Well...she is very tricky...veeeery tricky...case in point what happened below...

The latest thing to add to that list is a practically full pot of Tokyo-Milk lip gloss. I keep it on my bed stand and last night when I reached for it...I noticed it was gone. Poppy looked at me almost reading my mind and slipped right under the bed to hide from me-I didn't even get out a groan and she was gone. I looked for it and did not find it...until today.

My dog managed to open a screwed on pot of lip gloss...leaving hardly a trace of pup trickery.

She licked it clean. Unreal. She must have the softest dog lips in town.

The only evidence of dog break-in...

*sigh*

Dad's Oregon Strawberry Tart

Father's Day this year was really fun! Mom, Katie and I cooked up a yummy Carne Asada dinner for Dad. We also had my Aunt Barb visiting which was so fun! I love it when Barb visits. She has one of those great laughs and I love catching up with her. Of course my fantastic and adorable nephews were there and it was such a fun dinner!

It was a really nice day and all about Dad as he was surrounded by gabbing women, giggling Judah and crazy Noah. I think in reality my brother in-law had it right as he stayed home watching sports and relishing in the silence that is well...an empty house.

Oh and for dessert I made an orange custard strawberry tart with a toasted almond crust. It was pretty yummy. Julia would have been proud...although..I must admit...I did have to cook the custard filling twice. The first time I didn't cook it long enough so it didn't get thick enough and then when I was cooking the crust at some random point I turned the oven off and when the buzzer went off I had a luke-warm thawed pastry dough. BUT...the custard and the crust were both very forgiving and it turned out pretty good. I wasn't planning on a strawberry tart but Oregon strawberries did NOT disappoint this year (I thought for sure that lack of sun would screw up the berries this year) and my Dad loves berries. I pretty much had to make a strawberry tart...oh and I thought my brother in-law Ethan was going to be there and I know he still regrets sharing that tart with the whole family when we were all in Rome-so I was thinking of him too. (Hope the sports and silence were worth it dude.)

Confession Session

Oh YOU and your Fu Manchu. I love passing you in the halls at work.

Please excuse me when I stare...and in my head say...oh Fu Manchu...Fu Manchu.

Rose City Til We Die!

Saturday night I had the pleasure of going to a Timbers game for the first time. It was OUT OF CONTROL fun! I went with my two girlfriends Katie and Jordan. We sat smack dab in the middle of the outrageous Timber's Army. I have never NEVER seen anything like it. The Timber's Army is the very appropriate name for the group of fans for the Portland Timbers. They are truly the most heartfelt, crazed group of people I have ever witnessed and they completely won me over. They occupy the North End of the PGE Park stadium and bring with them drums, horns, bells and loud LOUD voices as they sing at the top of their lungs throughout the entire game. When they score, flags, confetti and streamers fly! Everyone shows their support with a sea of green and waving their scarves that have NO PITY weaved in them.

Needless to say I loved every minute of it and Katie, Jordan and I stood on our feet along with the Timbers Army singing along the entire time.

Consider me enlisted.