Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Paaaaartay I've been so weak on the upkeep here I don't even know what to talk about most days now. In my absence I've been getting inane comments on ancient posts. Completely irrelevant comments. I thought I knew who was writing them until I tracked the IP addresses down. If I've got stupid haters on here now does that mean I've made it into the big time? Doubt it. This past weekend was insanely exhausting, but oh so worth it in entertainment value. Friday night we caught Madagascar which I love. What's better than Ali G as a ring-tailed lemur singing Reel 2 Real? Nothing. I had the blessing of babysitting duty for my goddaughter Lana on Saturday morning and since Weird Kid wasn't working I felt we had enough "adult supervision" to warrant taking her to the Children's Festival downtown. She got her face-painted, built some wondrous contraptions out of straws and connectors, a paper bag mask, dressed in costume and marched in a parade

The squeaky wheel gets the grease An older coworker reminded me of this cliche not too long ago. Being in the retail world for too so long I've seen plenty of squeaky wheels, ugh. Just last week I was approached by a customer, bright orange Bianca Nygard purse in hand, asking me if the purse was 5.50 as it was ticketed. I laughed it off and checked it out for her and of course it rang up at our register as 65 dollars on sale for 55.25. For most customers this is enough and they make their decision whether or not they want it for that price or not. But not this woman...she said that due to the ticket on the bag we were "obligated" to give it to her at that price. I could appreciate that argument since we do have that policy however the pricetag in question was not a Bianca Nygard tag but rather a price sticker printed by my store. Give the customer the benefit of the doubt? I'm not that kind of sales associate, especially when you start demanding things from

Yao-za Weird Kid, Baby Sis, Spydermonkey and I caught Year of the Yao tonight...again, courtesy of Weird Kid's girlfriend. (How is she getting easier access to all these preview passes? *jealous*) Yao Ming is a pretty endearing guy. Can you imagine moving halfway around the world to play sports, not knowing the language at all ? As a sweet bonus, we won two of the 10 Yao books they gave away as door prizes. And then... at the end of the show they handed us free posters, headbands, and mini-basketballs and backboards/nets. Free stuff rocks my world, yes it does. Tomorrow night I get to check out Rex Navarrete live. Who knew he'd ever come to Calgary? I'm excited. It feels like summer vacation. Too bad I haven't earned a summer vacation. I miss being a student.

Mindhunters Weird Kid and I got to catch the preview of Mindhunters last night thanks to his girlfriend (the poor girl had to work.) I'm ashamed to say I achieved full couch-potato status during the film. At no point in the movie did I let my mind do what it should do: think. Given the title, my brain would have been no match for the hunter. It was a sitting duck. Ok, I don't even know why I went into all of that. But seriously, my mind just went all "blah" on me. "Oh, the killer is you." "Oh, I guess the killer wasn't you." Yeah, I didn't even attempt to solve the mystery. I just let the film spoon-feed me all its content. It wasn't until after the film and Weird Kid and I dissected the film that I realized there were so many loose ends. And not the kind of loose ends that are placed there to keep you thinking for days to come. As thrillers go, it was alright. I liked Sin City better, but you can't even compare the two. Bu