Mr. Pitt

I used to carpool with this chickadoodle from work. Nicest lady you'll ever meet, bar none. I honestly sometimes would find myself wishing that everyone I worked with was her. Just 8 other her's sitting around me, typing their little hearts out....while I nod off to sleep or check my blog (gasp! don't tell!).


One fine morning, we were driving in her little Saturn when the topic of acting came up. The next thing I knew (it all happened so fast), she was just absolutely going on a rampage about Brad Pitt. She just went off telling me how she hated that "just because he was good looking, didn't mean he could act" and that how he "was such a terrible actor" and she "hated all his movies" (I have to put this in quotes so you for sure know these are not my thoughts).


I almost choked on my own vomit. I didn't though, I just swallowed it and tried to act like nothing was wrong. If it would have been anyone else, ANYONE.....I would have let them see the smoke coming out my ears and the vein popping out of my forehead as I yelled at them in fury telling them that they needed to be institutionalized......the next thing they'd know, I'd have curled up into a ball and slid out the door and all they would see is just a tiny me in their rearview mirror, rolling in the ditch.


But this lady is just too much of a sweet cake...so I didn't say anything. Just waited until she had stopped being outrageous and kindly changed the subject.


It nearly killed me.


How could such an absurd thought even begin to bubble in one's brain, I wonder? Brad Pitt is a downright stinkin genious! That's why everyone loves him. His looks (yum yummers) are just the cherry on top of the deeeelicious pie.



Here's him in the movie I think he looks his very best. Legends of the Fall.

Anyways, so I was just thinking about that today and then got thinking about how much I would rather look like Kate Winslet than me and how I love all her movies, so I thought I'd share a few of my favorite actors/actresses with y'all. Here they are in their (in my opinion) their shinest moments.

Kate Winslet - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I mean, name another someone you know that can pull off blue hair. Come on, do it.

Oh, Christian Bale. You were my first love, you had me star struck, but I wasn't 13...I was 20. (This is from a very nice scene in Equilibrium)

Maggie! Don't feel like trying to spell that darn'd last name of yours. Here you are in Crazy Heart! Good job on that nomination!

Mark Wahlberg in I Heart Huckabees.

Natalie Portman, Garden State. I just remembered that this is pretty much my favorite movie of all time, and I'm going to go watch it.

You'll notice that all of these people are gorgeous. Well, I'll have you know and am not ashamed to say that if I'm going to spend 2 hours of my life looking at you, you better look nice. That's right, I don't want to see that mess inside your mouth that you call teeth, MILEY.

Hair Voltaire, I Personally Would Rather Learn About Voltaire

Sooo, I'm awesome.

Not to toot my own horn or anything. Actually, yes, to toot my own horn. Consider this as me, being a brag-whore.

I cut Alan's hair the other day. My first time ever as hairdresser! Unless you are counting Barbies which you're not because what kind of grown up woman even remembers playing with Barbies?!? Not me, I assure you. Psh...nooohot me.....

Ok...so the big reveal here.

DUN DUN DUN

It's half decent eh? I mean, it's no Angela Bridge hair cut, but what is? I was so nervous when I just started randomly snipping away not having a freaking clue where to start or where to finish or how to not cut my fingers every five seconds. I kind of figured it out though and seriously, I impressed myself...if you haven't already figured that one out.

You're probably thinking I am a huge knob job for bragging about something that, like I said, looks only half decent, but the thing is...I always screw things up. That's my nature. Screw up 10 times, then it will possibly maybe turn out good. I never plan things, never ever. I just GO. And it always makes a huge mess that I end up having to turn around and do all over again. For example, when I sew. I just slap a few pieces of material together and put my foot on that peddle and push as hard as I can cause I have to get this done!

In the long run, I always discover that planning would have been better. But I never learn from my mistakes...cause that would be too easy.

Anyways, sucess at it's finest for this young chap (me).

I always worked a full 8 hours today, went for a run, cleaned the house, baked cookies, made supper, AND I'm blogging. And yesterday, I worked, cleaned the car (seriously, worse than laundry), went running in the 30+ degree weather, paid some bills, cleaned the house (this apparently has to be done every day), and made Al's favorite dinner.

Is anyone else impressed with this new house wife? Caaaause ya should be!

Cuppy Cake Gum Drop

So, this is a bit of a continuation from my last post about the peanut butter heaven that we whipped up the other day. Jen sent me the pictures we took, and I couldn't be selfish and not share them. Here they are in all their glory. I bet you are wishing this wasn't just a picture.


If I could virtually send them to you, I would....and once the smarty pants of the world invent a way to do that, I will send cupcakes to all my blog fans!

Here's me and Sam and Ash who was clearly wishing she was allowed off of her breast milk diet that day. Did I ever mention how much I love my new sister-in-law? Honestly, I'm not just saying this because Sam asked me for an "ode to Sam" post, I really mean it. She is so so much fun and always come and plays with the fam....absolutely the easiest person to get along with. She fits right in! We love her to bits and pieces.

And gueeess who passed school and is home for the month of August??? BRANNY PANTIES!!!!!!!

This here picture contains the genuinely nicest most loving girls in girl history....minus me. Really, minus me...I'm not trying to include myself in this....at all.

I'm just at work right now on my break actually. I figured I'd continue to hide out in the basement instead of going out on my attempt-t0-get-some-sun walk because the sun is most definately not shining. I am really and truly racking my brain right now trying to find something to blab about but all I can think of is "I want to go home". Being at work really bums me out.

Well, my 15 minutes of freedom are over.

I hope everyone is having a hippity hoppity jolly Friday! I promise I am despite my prior whining. I love Friday's. :)

How Much Happiness

How about instead of before we take that big tasty bite of food and ask the dooming question of "how many calories are in this?", we instead ask ourselves "how much happiness is in this?" Cause that's what I do, and I'm really happy.

Me and Al down'd two jumbo bags of extra buttered popcorn at the Movie Mill tonight. Sure, we both feel like hurling, but we are oh so happy.

And yesterday me, Bran, Jen, and Samiclablami made peanut butter cupcakes with peanut butter icing and chocolate ganache on top. Tell em ladies, tell em how happy we were!

So drop your flash diets and eat, it's what god intended.


I loooove me some food.

Bamff

I spell Banff like I do up there ^ because that is exactly what everyone says it like, so why in heaven's name is it spelt with an "n"?

I do not lie when I say this bothered me our whole trip there. Every time we said Banff...or rather BaMff, I would take extra precaution and try and pronounce the "n". Hard.

And dumb.

Anyways, this brings me to the beginning of a wonderful story in which me and my handsome prince took a weekend trip to Banff (I'll keep spelling it like this to avoid grammatical errors, cause you know how I hate those). We made the mistake of choosing a long weekend to go, but....like we had any other choice. Lets just say I was one among many, many Asians.

It was our little celebratory Alan-has-a-week-off-of-studying trip! I'd never been to Banff before, and we were already in Calgary, so voila! We paid next near a billion dollars to get in and another few million for a camp site that was right by the road with deee-sgusting bathrroms, and we had ourselves a grand old time! Really, we did!!!

Our only source of income right now would be yours truly, so we tried to avoid spending any more money than we already had to just go GO INTO THE CITY. I don't know why this bothered me so much, but it did. Anyways...we just kind of walked around looking at the places we'd never seen. We did splurge and went to the hot springs and ate out once...at Tony Roma's. Laugh it up!

We toured the big castle thinger-madoo there, whatever it may be called. The Prince of Whales of Banff, if you will. (I compared Banff with Waterton the entire time I was there, sue me).

I really really really liked walking around this hotel. I don't know why. We just kept acting like the snooty rich folk we truly are at heart and pretended like we were riding the elevator to get to our suite on the top floor.

We fooled no one.

Here is us at Lake Louise. That lake's color melts my heart, it really does. We happened upon a nice German friend on the trail and she took some pictures for us. I don't know what's going on over there in Germany, but she took some reeeeally crooked pictures. I loved her anyway. Up to heaven I go!

A dead stuffed wolf and I. This was at an information centre or something. They also had in their possession and on display a stuffed goat and a stuffed BABY GOAT. Yes, a teeny tiny baby goat. Sick, sick people.

Lake Minnewanka or something of the sort. The best thing about this lake was that it was filled with Powerade!

LIES! The best part was this little guy.

He was a begger and a half.

Another lie would NOT be that we spent over two hours playing with and feeding him. So in other words, we suuuure did!

Alan...caught in the act.

Alan makin us a fire. It actually rained a lot so we only had a fire once, but boy did I make s'mores! I actually like to call them "shmores" with a taaad bit of a German accent. It's more authentic since shmores orriginated from Germany.

(quite possibly another lie).

We found this lake on a map, got everything ready for a picnic, drove all the way up here, walked around for a good 10 minutes trying to find a place to spread out our blanket, found a place, spread out our blanket, got out our books and our lunch, and then it rained. Thank heavens we found time to squeeze a picture in there before it was too late!

Two pictures!

I was truly shocked by the mass of people and stores in this little city in the mountains. It was fun to go shopping downtown though. Alan got new sunglasses and was overly excited. He hasn't had new sunglasses since...ever. This is in no way a lie.

All in all, great relaxing fun trip. It was great to escape all of the madness....which includes my dumb job and the dumb laundry.

I HATE LAUNDRY.

But I love Bamff. No worries though, I still love Waterton much more.

MCAT Day

Hello fellow bored's. Thank heavens for blogging to keep us occupied and our spirits high as we read about what everyone else has been ambitious enough to do, eh?

Today is weird. I am sitting in a hotel waiting for my darling cutest while he takes a test for five hours. Yup, MCAT day is finally here. I wasn't really expecting ME to be the one with the butterflies and the sweaty hands, but here I am....freaking out. It's been a while since I've had to deal with the pressures of testing. What am I saying...I don't have to deal with them now! But Alan does, and we are just so intuned that I feel it for him...(cute).

Yeeeee, hope he survives!

So anyway...I've been thinking about my blog. I actually think about my blog a lot so technically it should be a whole lot better than it is but nothing in my brain really ever gets put into action, so I'm not surprised. You shouldn't be either. I was reading a newborn blogger's blog and she was explaining the reason for her title. Then I remembered the first time Al looked at my blog and the expression on his face when he said "why Tina Butter?". So, I'm assuming everyone thinks this is just a stupid name I made up in a failed attempt to be clever.

Nope. I don't even make attempts, sorry.

The history is lame, but as per the afore-mentioned, I'm bored. And I'm too chicken to brave the city roads by myself and take me to a mall. I have this inkling I will get lost. It's actually less of an inkling and more of an...I know I will.

When I was in high school and Jen lived at home, we were bossom buddies. We were a tad bit out of control. What I mostly remember is singing into our thumb microphones and running along the tops of the couches and jumping all over the cuddle sacks singing as loud as humanly possible to the Wicked and Enchanted soundtracks....and Hillary Duff and Mary Kate and Ashley....only the good stuff. I miss those days.

When Jen met and married Reg, he used to say that when she was grumpy he would need to bring her to me for a "dose of Tina" and then it would be aaaall better. He called us Tina, Tina Butter....and JENNIE - like the commercial...peanut, peanut butter...and JELLY! You know the one?

And then Tanner and Regan forever called me Tina Butter. That is honestly and truly the only thing I've ever had that is close to being designated as a nick name. And the only people that ever called me that were Regan and Tanner. It made me feel super rad, since my lack of a nickname all throughout my life gave me a complex. Miss T never even gave me a nickname, and trust me, that is pathetic. Denise did used to call me "Teener" but I have always opted to not count that....for reasons your gag reflex is explaining to you right now.

I've been feeling guilty and thinking I need to change it to something like...Tina Butter and ALAN or Da Wiiiiildz....but really....despite the fact that the entire blog is about Al, it's still my blog. I'm actually 65% sure that he doesn't even read it on a regular basis, so until he can shape up, it's mine baby, aaaaalll miiiine!!

Just don't go thinking that I don't love him or my new last name and that's why I haven't changed it, cause I doooo (and that phrase should be said like Nacho Libre please).

Nap time? Ok.

Love ya J, I've been reminiscing prior to this blog post, and it's been pleasant.

Al Capone

Al is just so cute.

I can't seem to stop taking pictures of him.

I just wuuuuv my hubbie bubbie!