by tonight's Sopranos.
Anyone else feel this way?
Apparently it only takes 50 minutes to down two men and a Ukranian. WTF?
As for Anthony Jr., get a grip you fuckin' pussy.
And was that the last hurrah for Dr. Melfi? Kind of anticlimatic, don't you think? Though I did love the part where she was reading about sociopathic behaviour... it reminded me again that Tony is NOT a guy I want to know - even though the entire show makes him seem like someone I do want to know...
After the past few incredible episodes, this is what they leave us with on the second to last one?
Thoughts?
Update 1: I have no life. And neither do these folks.
Update 2: Lys, if you are reading this and watch the Sopranos, I'd like to know if Tony reminds you of anyone we mutually knew (think sociopath, evil, charming...)
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Sunday, June 03, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Not like Monica...
I'm kicked back reading the latest issue of my Cigar Aficionado magazine puffing on a mellow Romeo Y Julieta Reserva Real and drinking an olive-sullied Ketel One up when it occurs to me that Easter Sunday is only 11 full days away.
The day of His triumphant return, the day His Resurrection will occur. And then, in a few short months, Tony will be out of my life.
You didn't seriously think I was talking about Jesus, did you? Vaffanculo, I don't think so.
And, ok, I don't smoke cigars. But I did buy this months Aficionado - have you seen the cover? Madon'! Delicious.
There are way too many endings this year. Tony. Harry. Johnny. I may have to kill myself.
Then again, I'd miss the only ending I'm looking forward to - the one that occurs in 2009.
The day of His triumphant return, the day His Resurrection will occur. And then, in a few short months, Tony will be out of my life.
You didn't seriously think I was talking about Jesus, did you? Vaffanculo, I don't think so.
And, ok, I don't smoke cigars. But I did buy this months Aficionado - have you seen the cover? Madon'! Delicious.
There are way too many endings this year. Tony. Harry. Johnny. I may have to kill myself.
Then again, I'd miss the only ending I'm looking forward to - the one that occurs in 2009.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Snow day, a memory, a birth and New Orleans
Today is a SNOW DAY! No work. Why I'm up doing email at 6:00AM I just don't know.
Today is Valentine's Day. Three years ago, I received a Valentine from my husband and first new that he "liked" me. Aww, how 6th grade. But, here we are married and happy - and about to leave for New Orleans to escape the frigid East.
This morning, I thought of last Valentine's Day. We were in a hospital saying goodbye to an extraordinary woman. We had spent the night before in the critical care unit, just below the maternity ward. Throughout the 18+ hours, we paced hallways, brought food, talked with friends and family, and crossed fingers and toes to cling to hope. That time was punctuated with strains of "Lullaby" from the hospital loudspeaker announcing to the world every new birth on the floor above us. I remember thinking of new life even when one was so close to leaving.
This Valentine's day began when I opened the email annoucing the birth of little Ethan. I cried for joy for Shalen and Pat. And then I shed tears of sadness for Remi who lost her mom last year on this day.
Later today, Oliver will arrive into this world for Amy and Travis.
The cycle continues.
Death, birth, renewal, and hope - what miserable and wonderful things. Life is too short, too serious most of the time. The only thing left to do is celebrate it all. Starting tonight, I plan to drink and flash with my husband, best friend, and Aunt in New Orleans. We will be celebrating those we lost last year (in order) - Sally, Claudia's dad, my great-gram and co-conspirator Ruth, Bettina's dad, Uncle Dave, Uncle Larry, and Gene.
In the crowd, we'll see their faces and our memories.
And I'll have some King Cake for you, because all the drinking I do is going to be for me.
Today is Valentine's Day. Three years ago, I received a Valentine from my husband and first new that he "liked" me. Aww, how 6th grade. But, here we are married and happy - and about to leave for New Orleans to escape the frigid East.
This morning, I thought of last Valentine's Day. We were in a hospital saying goodbye to an extraordinary woman. We had spent the night before in the critical care unit, just below the maternity ward. Throughout the 18+ hours, we paced hallways, brought food, talked with friends and family, and crossed fingers and toes to cling to hope. That time was punctuated with strains of "Lullaby" from the hospital loudspeaker announcing to the world every new birth on the floor above us. I remember thinking of new life even when one was so close to leaving.
This Valentine's day began when I opened the email annoucing the birth of little Ethan. I cried for joy for Shalen and Pat. And then I shed tears of sadness for Remi who lost her mom last year on this day.
Later today, Oliver will arrive into this world for Amy and Travis.
The cycle continues.
Death, birth, renewal, and hope - what miserable and wonderful things. Life is too short, too serious most of the time. The only thing left to do is celebrate it all. Starting tonight, I plan to drink and flash with my husband, best friend, and Aunt in New Orleans. We will be celebrating those we lost last year (in order) - Sally, Claudia's dad, my great-gram and co-conspirator Ruth, Bettina's dad, Uncle Dave, Uncle Larry, and Gene.
In the crowd, we'll see their faces and our memories.
And I'll have some King Cake for you, because all the drinking I do is going to be for me.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Scottish Italian
Alasdair, my dear college friend, is here for a visit from Scotland for an entire week. He will get to participate in my stupid American Sopranos Party and see the glory that is Arizona.
In other news, we had torrential rain yesterday. The grocery stores were packed and the shelves were empty. I just went to get some chicken parm fixings and felt like I was attending an End of the World party. I know it's Arizona people but jeebus, it's just some rain. No ark required.
Tonight's menu for the Soprano's party:
Antipast platter including roasted red peppers, caprese salad, breadsticks, prosciutto & melon, homemade cheddar biscotti.
Chicken Parmagianna
Strawberries & chocolate fondue
"Mangia!"
In other news, we had torrential rain yesterday. The grocery stores were packed and the shelves were empty. I just went to get some chicken parm fixings and felt like I was attending an End of the World party. I know it's Arizona people but jeebus, it's just some rain. No ark required.
Tonight's menu for the Soprano's party:
Antipast platter including roasted red peppers, caprese salad, breadsticks, prosciutto & melon, homemade cheddar biscotti.
Chicken Parmagianna
Strawberries & chocolate fondue
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