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Just look at the sass… I’m so proud!

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I don’t always listen to the suggestions of others, at least not immediately.  As my Mom says, I always do things on my own time table.  For the last year, my friend, Debbie, has been telling me over and over again how awesome a series Breaking Bad is and how I need to watch it.  I kept this trinket in my back pocket, but it wasn’t until about a month ago that I started to watch it from the beginning on Netflix.

Girl was not playing.  That show is ridiculously good.  In the last month I’ve watched all 4 seasons, which is about 35 hours of watching, which is slightly pathetic, but not in this case.  For anyone with a Netflix subscription, I highly recommend it.  Season 5, which is the final season (tear) starts mid July.  Plenty of time for anyone to catch up… especially if you were to get hooked like myself.  It’s really all I could think about for a couple of weeks.  The only other show I’ve allowed in my schedule is New Girl (totes recommend that one, too), so now I have to go back and catch up on everything that’s been building up on my DVR.  Which is a depressing thought  because I know nothing will compare to Breaking Bad.

This show is no joke…

I snapped this pre-bedtime pic of Gamma’s nightstand the last time I visited.  I guess visits to grandmother’s house aren’t as innocent as they used to be…

A couple months ago (seriously behind on the blog), I attended an arts fundraiser with the folks where the main entertainment was a Beatles cover band.  They were legit.  I tried to withstand the peer pressure of getting up and dancing with my parents and their friends, but there’s only so long you can hold out when it’s the Beatles.  I was easily the youngest there (on the dance floor), but I for sure held my own. 

The following quote from the movie “Sliding Doors” easily rings true for me… I’m one of these babies:

James: Everybody’s born knowing all the Beatles lyrics instinctively. They’re passed into the fetus subconsciously along with all the amniotic stuff. Fact, they should be called “The Fetals”.

For reals. 

I’m in the process of writing a new list of my favorite songs (you’re welcome) and decided to skim through the Beatles catalog on my iPod.  I think it’s virtually impossible to pick out one Beatles song as being a favorite.  I know all the words to basically all of them and they each elicit a different emotional response… I love them all. 

[Lightbulb] I need to create a favorite Beatles playlist. 

Have I ever said how much I love making lists?  Lists make me happy and that’s probably why I get/love the movie High Fidelity so much.  No one may give a rats a__ about my lists, but it brings me joy to make them, so that’s that.

Oh, I just realized the night of the Beatles concert was the night Whitney Houston died.  Let’s take a moment and remember her…

Or not.