Tildaisms

1) Tilda likes feet. A lot.
2) Tilda does not have a Daddy. She has a "Dadu". Why? We don't know.
3) Rory is the coolest thing in the world.
4) Shoes are a close second.
5) Eyeglasses are "mama eyes" and "dadu eyes," respectively.
6) 'Nanas are the best food.
7) So is everything else for that matter.
8) Play-Doh is more interesting for the container it is in than the ability to actually play with it.
9) Tilda wiggles quite joyfully and equally to the sounds of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" and "Baby Got Back."
10) "The Alphabet Song" is MUCH easier to sing if you replace all of the letters with just one. It goes like this:

"KKKKKKK
KKKKKKK
KKKKKKK
KKKKKKK
KKKKKKK
KKKKKKK"

Of course, maybe it is "Ode to the KKK" and not "The Alphabet Song."

Movie Review: Wild Hogs

The only way you could get me to watch "Wild Hogs" starring Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, John Travolta and William H. Macy (wha-wha-wha-what?!?!) is to confine me to a small space for three hours, strap me in, induce airsickness (preventing me from reading) and plant a small child in front of me who, for whatever reason on God's green earth, feels the need to recline his seat back the entire way, despite the fact that he must only be 3 ft 8, causing me to require distraction from my evergrowing urge to kill.

Unfortunately, all of these criteria were met on my trip back from Denver.

So my review? It sucked. And slightly increased my urge to kill. Formulaic crap for the masses. I don't know why William H. Macy decided to whore himself out for this one. The only highlight for me was an appearance by John C. McGinley who stars as a gay highway patrolman whose main mission is apparently trying to get Allen, Lawrence, Travolta, and Macy naked. Proving, once again, that Hollywood still continues to think gay people and homophobia are friggin' hilarious.

Ok, now I'm bored even talking about it, so I will stop.

Recipe for Disaster

Courtesy of my sister-in-law-thanks, Emily!

So Denver recap. I am sitting in the airport now, 3 hours before my flight, hoping to catch a slightly earlier flight out. Thoughts about Denver-I only saw the downtown area-I would have liked to go see the Rockies and some more scenery. The downtown area was kinda nondescript-as I mentioned before, it is safe and clean and...so-so.

I think the thing that struck me most about Denver are the plains-I have never seen land stretch out that far before. It's awesome! Kinda unnerving too, although I couldn't explain why. I was just struck by seeing flatland stretch out uninterrupted as far as the eye can see. That is, of course, only to the east of Denver (at least, that's what I think-my geography is terrible). To the west of Denver are the Rockies. It is neat to be out in the sun, 70 degrees, sipping a beer, and seeing snowcapped mountains in the background. In fact, it is supposed to snow tonight. Hence, I am leaving today.

Would I come back to Denver? If I had to, I wouldn't complain. But I wouldn't freely come back here. I would explore Colorado more tho.

Next time, though, I would try to bring my little family. Been having terrible nightmares...

Checklist

This Postsecret entry made me consider-what would I bring to my zombie shelter? What are the essential items needed to bide away time during the Zombie Apocalypse? Guns, ammo, water, and food are no-brainers (heh heh). But what else? Any suggestions?

Goin down to South Park...

Blogging from Denver...

Denver is...OK. It doesn't quite stand out to me as being anything other than a typical American city. Sure, there are mountains in the background-gorgeous ones at that. But that is truly the only indication I have gotten that I am in Colorado and not Maryland. It's not like Vegas where you know you are in Vegas. Or Seattle. Or Honolulu. It's just a city.

Part of it is commercialization. It sucks to go to a new city and to have that city touting businesses like The Cheesecake Factory, Victoria's Secret, and ESPN Zone. I try to make it a point to avoid these places at all costs (with the exception of a daily Starbucks run). I prefer unique restaurants.

The Stand is playing on SciFi channel. Gary Sinese is hot. Molly Ringwald sucks. Stephen King can't act. The music is great though.

People watching in Denver is exceptional. I have seen farmers in overalls with cowboy hats that look like they are still dirty from working in the fields. There are Goths, hip-hop types, people in tuxes and slackers like me. I am impressed.

The highlight of my trip so far has been Wynkoop Brewing Company. I had read about this place on beertravelers.com and other such sites. Of notable mention is the Patty's Chile Beer, in which 3.5 lbs lbs of chiles are added to each barrel of beer. It is the one of the best beers I have ever had. The Churchyard Ale made for a nice dessert beer. A scotch ale that is sweet and alcohol-y at the same time. 'Twas lovely.

I miss my husband and baby.

I am at The Curtis Hotel in Denver. They bill themselves as a funky, boutique hotel. They forget to mention that the hot & cold water lines are reversed and the walls pretty thin. But still, you can't complain too much about a hotel that actually acknowledges its 13th floor. Not only does The Curtis acknowledge it, but they relish in it-each floor of the hotel is themed after a different genre of film and the 13th floor is horror. Posters for various horror films fill the walls-in fact, when you step out of the elevator, a voice calls out "Here's Johnny-13th floor" and the elevator doors open to reveal a poster for The Shining. There is also a cut out of either Nosferatu or Freddy Kreuger-interesting that you can't really tell them apart in profile, something I have never noticed before. There is also a Comedy Floor, Chick Flick Floor, and Sci Fi Floor among others. But you know which one I picked.

Also, the hotel staff does not put mints on your pillow for their turndown service-instead you get candy like lemon drops or Smarties. Yum.

Needless to say, I can forgive the hot & cold water.

This week, Mom and Dad are moving to Maryland. I picked up real estate guides for Colorado just in case.

So, in a nutshell: M-O-O-N. That spells Denver.