Celebrity babies? YAWN.
Here's your million dollar pic: Miss Lizzie Alexander 
posted by Kallie at 10:37 AM
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May 30, 2006
May 29, 2006
Gramaphones, photobooths, pot, oh my!
The wedding of Whitney and Tannan (Whitnan? Tanney?) began last Wednesday and included a casino night (i'm really good at roulette), shrimp, a bouquet full of m&ms, So You Think You Can Dance, southern accents, mutants, ripped pants, a dog wearing a hat, and hippies.The play-by-play:
The bridal party sang Little Mermaid songs to keep Whit from crying (happy tears) during the photo shoot. A boy with pink hair served tiny pizzas covered in feta during the cocktail hour. Josh
was in charge of the processional and has since sworn off all gramaphones for the rest of his life. The guests rose to the challenge of lighting candles in the wind (which i hear is no way to live your life.) i was a very dutiful and attentive bridesmaid. A car alarm and competing donkey marked the kiss and pronouncement. The reception in the tent was gorgeous. We got seriously sidetracked by the guest book 
photobooth. The best man toasted with a sword. On the way to the bathroom: saw an uncle rolling a joint. On the way back: saw uncle smoking joint. Bride and Groom: amused, not surprised. Dance, dance, dance. Fun, fun, fun. Hogged the photo booth some more. Got some milk and cookies and drove home. A good time was had by all and Whitney and Tannan seemed to have the most fun,which is the point, right? i stole these pics from David, you can see many more of his shots here. You can also go to the professional photographer's site and view her stuff if you set up an account and use the key word, Whitney.
posted by Kallie at 10:04 AM
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May 21, 2006
oh happy day
Matt, Brenda and Wahoo Alexander have welcomed baby Elizabeth (aka Li'l Party) 7 lbs, 7 oz. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a dozen 'aunts' and 'uncles' ready to spoil the pants off her!
Does this make us all grownups??
Does this make us all grownups??
posted by Kallie at 10:31 PM
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May 13, 2006
Movie Review: M:I:3
Mission: Impossible III (heretofore referred to as Mission INCREDIBLE)
Starring Tom 'Way Past Crazy' Cruise, Philip Seymour Hoffman... and Felicity!
If you're like me and you prefer to save your $9.50 for films that are going to rock the big screen, this is a good one to kick off the summer with. i watched it 5 hours ago and i'm still on overload, so let's do bullet points this time:
- Tom Cruise is like 45 years old, did all his own stunts, and most of them had me either sweating, hyperventilating, shaking, or peeing my pants.
- Philip Seymour Hoffman (or PSH) will henceforth be the paradigm by which ALL future movie bad guys will be judged. He's SO, SO good here, don't think that the action-movie genre is holding him back. (Since we're on
the subject of his considerable talents, i remember doing an 'Underrated Actors' Top 5 a while back, wherein i claimed that PSH was in fact not underrated b/c his comeuppance was nigh. Who won the Oscar for best actor this year? Yes, you may bow to me.)
- Felicity ROCKS, although she was underused, and actually looked like a secret agent who knew her way around a firearm.
- i kept waiting for a lull in the plot/action when i could scurry to the bathroom... there wasn't one. Seriously. This movie goes at level 10 for the entire two hours.
- A portion takes place in Vatican City, heart of my heart (and thankfully doesn't wander into DaVinci territory).
- Jonathan Rhys Meyers with his native accent? i'll take two please.
- BOMBS IN PEOPLES' HEADS!!!
So yeah. i don't care what you think of Tom Cruise, his zombified baby-mama, or his couch-jumping: the man knows how to make a movie. If you like Lost, Alias, Felicity, and/or any of the prior M:I movies, you need to see this. It's fun. Just use the bathroom beforehand. 4.99 out of 5 improvised defibrilators (it lost .01 for the Humpty Dumpty line. You'll see).
Starring Tom 'Way Past Crazy' Cruise, Philip Seymour Hoffman... and Felicity!
If you're like me and you prefer to save your $9.50 for films that are going to rock the big screen, this is a good one to kick off the summer with. i watched it 5 hours ago and i'm still on overload, so let's do bullet points this time:
- Tom Cruise is like 45 years old, did all his own stunts, and most of them had me either sweating, hyperventilating, shaking, or peeing my pants.
- Philip Seymour Hoffman (or PSH) will henceforth be the paradigm by which ALL future movie bad guys will be judged. He's SO, SO good here, don't think that the action-movie genre is holding him back. (Since we're on
the subject of his considerable talents, i remember doing an 'Underrated Actors' Top 5 a while back, wherein i claimed that PSH was in fact not underrated b/c his comeuppance was nigh. Who won the Oscar for best actor this year? Yes, you may bow to me.)- Felicity ROCKS, although she was underused, and actually looked like a secret agent who knew her way around a firearm.
- i kept waiting for a lull in the plot/action when i could scurry to the bathroom... there wasn't one. Seriously. This movie goes at level 10 for the entire two hours.
- A portion takes place in Vatican City, heart of my heart (and thankfully doesn't wander into DaVinci territory).
- Jonathan Rhys Meyers with his native accent? i'll take two please.
- BOMBS IN PEOPLES' HEADS!!!
So yeah. i don't care what you think of Tom Cruise, his zombified baby-mama, or his couch-jumping: the man knows how to make a movie. If you like Lost, Alias, Felicity, and/or any of the prior M:I movies, you need to see this. It's fun. Just use the bathroom beforehand. 4.99 out of 5 improvised defibrilators (it lost .01 for the Humpty Dumpty line. You'll see).
posted by Kallie at 11:10 PM
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May 10, 2006
May 02, 2006
shopping can be deadly
Last weekend i went southward for what was to be the 2nd SuperFunSanDiegoWeekend in a row. i thought the first one would be hard to beat, what with the fabric store adventures, bizarro bridal showers, and playing the Movie Game with a beyond-delirious Winter and Jason......and i was right. The first one remains the better of the 2 journeys because the second one landed me in the emergency room!!! Yes folks, my 24 year hospital-free streak has ended, i am now a broken, battered shell of a person, tossed hither-thither by the giant healthcare monster.
Friday and Saturday were good, we did some eating and shopping and got to stay at Hotel Solamar with a little help from Kane. We even saw the stinky seals in La Jolla and got a little sun on our norcal noses.
Then, Sunday.
At breakfast i began to get a headache that soon decided it would be a migraine (i can't help but point out that the last thing i saw before getting my headache was Andy's purple flaming motorcycle) and the migraine soon decided it didn't WANT waffles! OR chocolate milk! Or Imitrex or pretzels or peanut butter or ANYTHING! So it made me barf it all up. Not fun, but apparently my brain fell alseep on the 'BARF' button, so i wasn't getting off that train anytime soon. The shaking and shivering/sweating in the fetal position wasn't my idea of a good time either.
Mom and Andy took me to the ER, where the lovely people at Sharp told me to 'stick it' and left me sitting in the waiting room waving bye-bye to whatever was left of my stomach lining every few minutes for the next couple hours. Eventually i got a bed and a gorgeous new paper dress that coordinated perfectly with my cup o' pee. After a few more hours of being ignored, the doctor came and peeked in my ears, wiggled my neck around and surmised that i was 'atypical.' Yay! My prize for being unique? Two needles in the bum and subsequent puking with renewed vigor. Fantastic. So mom got me to bed at the Holiday Inn and Bondy brought me tortillas, which i kind of gummed until i fell asleep.
i'm all better now; i had Costco pizza for dinner last night, which should be an indigation of good digestive fortitude (if not poor nutritional decision-making). Unfortunately now that the seal has been broken and i've had a whopper of a migraine, i'm living in fear of the next one. But you know what they say, 'Living in fear is better than puking precious fluids into a Von's bag with a hole in it.'
Friday and Saturday were good, we did some eating and shopping and got to stay at Hotel Solamar with a little help from Kane. We even saw the stinky seals in La Jolla and got a little sun on our norcal noses.
Then, Sunday.
At breakfast i began to get a headache that soon decided it would be a migraine (i can't help but point out that the last thing i saw before getting my headache was Andy's purple flaming motorcycle) and the migraine soon decided it didn't WANT waffles! OR chocolate milk! Or Imitrex or pretzels or peanut butter or ANYTHING! So it made me barf it all up. Not fun, but apparently my brain fell alseep on the 'BARF' button, so i wasn't getting off that train anytime soon. The shaking and shivering/sweating in the fetal position wasn't my idea of a good time either.
Mom and Andy took me to the ER, where the lovely people at Sharp told me to 'stick it' and left me sitting in the waiting room waving bye-bye to whatever was left of my stomach lining every few minutes for the next couple hours. Eventually i got a bed and a gorgeous new paper dress that coordinated perfectly with my cup o' pee. After a few more hours of being ignored, the doctor came and peeked in my ears, wiggled my neck around and surmised that i was 'atypical.' Yay! My prize for being unique? Two needles in the bum and subsequent puking with renewed vigor. Fantastic. So mom got me to bed at the Holiday Inn and Bondy brought me tortillas, which i kind of gummed until i fell asleep.
i'm all better now; i had Costco pizza for dinner last night, which should be an indigation of good digestive fortitude (if not poor nutritional decision-making). Unfortunately now that the seal has been broken and i've had a whopper of a migraine, i'm living in fear of the next one. But you know what they say, 'Living in fear is better than puking precious fluids into a Von's bag with a hole in it.'
posted by Kallie at 10:41 AM
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