tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64484861675083326982024-03-05T03:55:16.187-08:00Welcome To Forks, Y'all!Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-64625344899289500802011-11-14T16:10:00.001-08:002011-11-14T16:35:45.675-08:00So let's just pick up right where we left off, shall we?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">According to the info at the top of my Blogger page, it's been 9 months since our last post. Some of you may have weeped when you read that. I apologize. Stop weeping.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Life's just been...real, man. I got married and got a new house, Andee had a baby (5 months old now!), and we had to wait a really long time before the next Twilight movie. So we just sort of...let it go. I'm still on Twitter, desperately trying to get @jasonsegel to notice me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But I inadvertently created some Welcome to Forks, Y'all material when e-mailing Andee my opinion of the BD soundtrack. So I thought I'd share what I thought with you guys, too. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A couple things you need to know--first off, the very first thing I told Andee was that the whole soundtrack was slow, sappy love songs. To be fair, I was listening to it while sorting through my filing cabinet, so I was obviously not paying close attention. Secondly, this is meticulously copied and pasted straight from my e-mail's "sent" folder, so just roll with it.</span><br />
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So without further ado, here are Grey's Vitally Un-Important Thoughts of the Music of Breaking Dawn Part 1:<br />
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">1. <b>End Tapes--</b>even though I said they were all sappy love songs, the 1st song actually has a upbeat tempo. I can't tell what they're saying though. It's probably because I'm typity-typing and can't hear over the keys. Nope, I just can't tell what they're saying. Vote: I like it, but WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, SONG??<br /><br />2. <b>Love Will Take You</b>--the horn is a little weird. Again, this one actually has a little beat to it in the back ground. Nice vocals. A dude and a little voice girl always sounds good. Vote: Good, but I'll probably need to see it in the movie to be like, SOO GOOD. (Note: A few more listens and this song is now dangerously close to SOO GOOD already.)<br /><br />3. <b>It Will Rain</b>--this is the Bruno Mars song that has already been released. It's good, but since it seems like the first singles from the Twilight soundtracks never make it in the actual movie, I bet it will be in the credits. But I like it. I already bebop around singing it. That and A Thousand Years, but we'll get to that one later... Vote: Like it mucho mucho.<br /><br />4. <b>Turning Page</b>--Ok, this is the one someone said could be when she dies. I guess it's the lyrics "If I only felt the warmth that's in your touch, if i had only seen how you smile when you blush...I would've know what i was living for..." It's almost like looking back at something he had. Sweet, sweet. Maybe my favorite so far. I love the voice. It's a weird dude voice, but it's super cool. More listening and now my vote is : I LOVE IT. (Side thought: Oh geez, what if it's a JACOB AND NESSIE song?????? NOOOOO.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Note: This song. THIS SONG. I changed my mind very quickly after sending Andee this e-mail. I decided this was a "first time" song. But then I kept singing it in my head and picturing poor Edward standing there, looking down over Bella's lifeless body, and I almost lose it every time. Inconveniently, this always happens in the car. THIS SONG. This is the very, very best song.<br /><br />5. <b>From Now On</b>--Ok, I eat my words. This is an upbeat song too. I don't know what I was thinking. So far, typical indie rock-ish song. Feels like stuff that's been on New Moon and Eclipse. A little part of it actually sounds childish, like music from a children's song. Vote: Like it, won't skip it.<br /><br />6. <b>A Thousand Years</b>--This is the other song that's already been released. I walk around singing it too, but there's something about it...I like it and it's good, and it's very clearly an Edward song, but maybe it's a little...uncreative? I don't know exactly how to explain it. Like it's too obvious? Obviously wedding-y? I like the music to be a little weird. But it's good, and like I said, I sing it a lot. In fact, I'm singing along right now. The video for it is already out if you want to watch it. This is that Jar of Hearts girl, btw. Now THAT was a good song. Vote: Like it, won't skip it.<br /><br />7. <b>Neighbors</b>--Ok, never listen to me again. This is like a soft core rap song. Obviously, it's not just a slow soundtrack. I was REALLY not paying attention. I haven't even listened to the whole thing again, and I like it b/c you know how much I love a soft core rap song. Dude's name is Theophilus London. That alone makes this a good song. Vote: rock it, Theophilus.<br /><br />8. <b>I Didn't Mean It</b>--This is YET ANOTHER NOT SLOW SONG. I love the beat and the melody and the "whoo-hoo-oo". Lot's of "I said I didn't mean it" being thrown at you. But definitely good to stomp around the house while sweeping. Vote: If I said I didn't like it, then I didn't mean it. :)<br /><br />9. <b>Sister Rosetta</b>--This is actually not an original song. And since they've shown clips of the honeymoon (Bella getting her "human minute") we know where this song plays. It's cute and it goes well with Bella freaking out about losing it to a really hot vampire. P.S. Again, not a slow song. Vote: Cute, cute, cute. (See, it really helps knowing where it goes. It can influence your opinion.)<br /><br />10. <b>Northern Lights</b>--Oooh, bells. I love bells. Little bit of a techno beat back there, too. Actually reminds me of a Britney song. Vote: Like it.<br /><br />11. <b>Flightless Bird, American Mouth Wedding Version</b>--OMG if you get chills when Bella and Edward dance at prom, you will SOB at this one. SO HAPPY they tied the first movie to the ending ones. Oh, it's good and it will be so, so sweet in the movie. If I was a cryer, I'd be doing it now. EDWARD AND BELLA 4EVER. Vote: Love.<br /><br />12. <b>Requiem on Water</b>--The title is more like a funeral song, but the song itself is not sad enough. (Note: Listening to it now, is it about a dead body in the water? B/c that *would* be sad enough, I would think.) It's just pretty and makes you feel like you were in the middle of a pretty lake on a gently rocking boat on a pleasant day. Does that make sense? It's also really short. Vote: like it.<br /><br />13. <b>Cold</b>--Now this song has a creepy sadness to it. It's got to be a song during a "bad" part of the movie. I love the chick's voice. Ok, this song is very haunting, really goosebumpy. Vote: Love.<br /><br />14. <b>Llovera</b>--This is actually sung by the girl that plays the nomad vampire Carmen in the movie. She's an opera singer. Vote: It's ok.<br /><br />15. <b>Love, Death, Birth</b>--it's just instrumental music. I usually skip those except for the stuff on the New Moon soundtrack. I'm sure it will be good in the movie, but I like singing along! Vote: There are no words.<br /><br />16. <b>Like a Drug (bonus)</b>--Upbeat jammy song. But part of the chorus is horrible. Vote: It's k. (Note: I think this was the last time I listened to it, actually.)<br /><br />17. <b>Turning Page instrumental (bonus)</b>--The music only version of the song above. Without the dude singing, it actually sounds like it could be a "first-time" song. It's obviously important if they include it twice on the soundtrack.<br /><br />18. <b>Eclipse (All Yours) (bonus)</b>--A total wedding reception version of Eclipse (All Yours) from the last movie. Cute. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And there you have it! Andee and I are going to see BD Part 1 on Saturday which is, once again, MY BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday to me--going to see some vampires get it on and have babies and fight wolves and get married and destroy pillows!!! Best birthday ever!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Grey</span>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-25327611172757124542011-02-10T12:45:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:51:40.615-08:00I go back to embarrassed all the time...I love Taylor Swift's song, Back to December. Love it...<br />
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...and also feel like a total creepster listening to it. Because it's supposed to be about her relationship with Taylor Lautner, and boy, does Swifty leave her diary in that totally obvious "under the mattress" place and then leaves you alone in her room with plenty of time to read the whole entry about the failed romance that was T Squared. <br />
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I realize that sounds oddly specific, but I swear I've never peeked in anyone's diary. I am not a creeper.<br />
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<em>This</em> is a creeper:<br />
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Anyway, I guess the song makes me feel creepy because I feel like I "know" both parties. When I listened to Teardrops on My Guitar, I had no idea who Drew was, so it was more like just a song about a dude than an autobiography set to the stirring strums of a tear-stained guitar.<br />
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But I've spent the past few years addicted to Twilight, and you can't be addicted to Twilight without knowing a little bit about Taylor Lautner. I think he's adorable. I kid about Jacob and the imprinting thing, or how Jacob will never be as awesome as Rob, I mean, Edward, but I really do like him. And I LOVED it when Tay and Tay got together--we share one certain something in common, and because of that, I guess I was rooting for them. And when they broke up, I was sad in that "aww, that's too bad" kind of way, not the devastating, gut wrenching, may not come to work for a week if Robsten breaks up kind of way.<br />
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So listening to TSwizzle sing in the beginning about Taylor makes me feel like I'm there, watching her leave those roses he sent her. Sitting there on Taylor Lautner's birthday, watching his face as he realizes she's not going to call, seeing that big bright (really, really bright--seriously, I think he <em>owns</em> one of those bleaching chairs they set up in the mall. It's the equivilant of a tanning bed for your teeth) smile turn into a frown. Right about now, I start getting pissed off at Swifty.<br />
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But then when she talks about wishing she could do it all over again, that if they ever had the chance to be in love again, she would make everything all right. And I want to yell, just like someone on my Twitter feed did, "TAKE THE CHAIN OFF THE DOOR, TAYLOR!! LET HER IN!"<br />
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After all, she is swallowing her pride standing in front of him saying she's sorry for that night. Because after all, freedom ain't nothing but missing him, wishing she'd realized what she had when he was hers. She wants to turn around and change her own mind. She goes back to December all the time. And apparently, she wants all of us to go along with her.<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-57023651000120845262011-01-20T07:45:00.000-08:002011-01-20T07:45:55.786-08:00Just a word of warning, Bella and Edward...I know that sex is awesome and fun and feels good and leads to really hot pictures like this...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>(which, by the way, you should be more careful about who you let on your computer. I mean, if MY sex pics ended up plastered all over the internet, i'd be SO EMBARRASSED. Well, maybe not if i looked like you two...)</em></div><br />
....but sex--no matter how fun and good feeling and really hot--can cause THIS:<br />
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...and all the fun things that go along with it, that I won't even mention in a blog post, because it would TOTALLY gross Grey out! However, I am pregnant with a regular baby, not a half vampire/half human hybrid with razor sharp teeth that it's going to use to tear it's way out of my uterus...THANK GOD!!!Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-89253606622641750122011-01-06T08:43:00.001-08:002011-01-06T13:42:53.948-08:00ROBSTEN4LYFE: Observations from the People's Choice Awards<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, last night was the PCA's, otherwise known as the People's Choice Awards. Now, I'm going to stop you right there and make an executive decision--last night's PCA's now offically stands for the Pretty Crappy Awards. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7LlZuBpxS7_l3gYqAhkO6XSr2n_vmN0Ghp9tGT2vAyQRqhyphenhyphenTOqyHN0QnHl2c6rjP7EIbXVjA5psGQVhnkC7HyMQRRm1OmHIvR8KcGMEP8SS4Dsafhrjg0A34lFDevMU2S-NU_pQoTEdU/s1600/bestpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7LlZuBpxS7_l3gYqAhkO6XSr2n_vmN0Ghp9tGT2vAyQRqhyphenhyphenTOqyHN0QnHl2c6rjP7EIbXVjA5psGQVhnkC7HyMQRRm1OmHIvR8KcGMEP8SS4Dsafhrjg0A34lFDevMU2S-NU_pQoTEdU/s320/bestpic.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Best thing that happened all night? This picture was taken. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">First of all, Queen Latifah? No. Just...no. Seriously, everything I want to type, I just can't. Because eventually I would be typing the entire show's transcript. It was that bad. The only thing I enjoyed other than the Twilight parts (and no, I DID NOT enjoy watching Queen L interview R, K and T. It was the most horrific thing I've watched on television since Bama Belles.) was when it was over.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Watch all the awesome Twilight parts</span><a href="http://www.twilightbritneyfan.com/kristen-stewart/pcas-videos-of-rob-kristen-taylor-winning-hq/"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> here</span></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> at TwilightBritneyFan.com, which I love because it combines my two favorite entertainment things! </span></div><br />
Secondly, who are these "People" who do the choosing??? The "People" chose Zac Efron over Rob and that means that the "People" have officially lost their minds and ergo, their ability to vote in the future. So next year, we're going to have the FYRCA's (Forks Y'all's RIGHT Choice Awards) instead, where every category goes to Rob. My predictions for the 2012 FYRCA's?<br />
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<strong>Best Movie</strong>: Breaking Dawn Part 1<br />
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<strong>Best Actor of All Time:</strong> Robert Pattinson<br />
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<strong>Best Musical Performer</strong>: Robert Pattinson, for his new song on the Breaking Dawn Part 1 soundtrack (you know your fingers are crossed for that one!) PERFORMED LIVE BY PATTINSON AT THE FYRCA'S !!!!!!<br />
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<strong>Best TV Actor</strong>: Robert Pattinson, for his second appearance on Jimmy Kimmel's "Bothered" sketches<br />
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<strong>Best Actress</strong>: Kristen Stewart (but just by a nose...Robert Pattinson was in a close second place. He only lost because of his lack of vagina. So actually, I guess you would say Kristen won by a vagina.*)<br />
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At first, I was a little disappointed in the slight lack of Robsten interaction. I probably was expecting too much. I had in mind lots of eye f*cking and hand brushing thigh action. What we got was an almost handhold, lots of longing looks from Rob, and Kristen holding on to Taylor for dear life.<br />
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I was a little upset.<br />
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But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. They are obviously incredibly private people with their relationship and lives in general, and there they were, sitting in the FRONT ROW, nothing to hide behind, only the stage in front of them and cameras in their faces. Even their body postures tried to create a barrier from the horrible openness, to protect themselves. Plus, there's the fact that they were at arguably the world's more horrific awards show. So no, Kristen is not going to be at her most comfortable and they're not going to make out for my benefit. However, the looks that Rob gave Kristen all night made my little heart feel so great. Oh, to be looked at by <i>someone</i> the way Rob looks at Kristen. Oh, to be looked at by <i>Rob </i>the way he does to Kristen. Oh, to be looked at by Rob <i>at all.</i><br />
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Another disaster averted? Not seeing Stew's "stewie", which is now my extremely affection nickname for her vagina. (No wonder she's creeped out by some of her fans. We go around making up nicknames for her private parts. That's like the people at the mall where I walk every day making up names for my hoo-hah. I bet if they did, they'd call it "Speedy".) Seriously, her dress was <i>short.</i> She has the best legs I've ever seen, and so naturally, I enjoyed getting to see <i>almost all of them</i>, but there were a few times when I seriously thought she was about to flash us all (and actually make the PCA's interesting). Thank goodness she knows how to get around in skirts (and that Taylor was there to help put her clothes back on. <i>Sigh.</i> Probably the story of Taylor's life. Always back on, never off...)<br />
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And then there's Rob. Oh, Rob. You were so cute. And thank goodness, you didn't make any jokes about pooping yourself. It was so funny when you were leaning over to hear what they were saying. That and the horrible jacket you were wearing made you look like a 65 year old man. It was adorable, as was your quip that you had already broken the PCA phone. You probably did, actually. <br />
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So there's my little recap of the what was formerly known as the PCA's. Get ready for next year's FYRCA's. It's going to be <s>awesome</s> Robsome.<br />
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P.S. Love this.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">*I'm just being funny. Stew's probably a better actor than Rob is.</div></div>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-8451418313030304222011-01-05T14:49:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:49:57.319-08:00Baton Rouge Part 2 (I KNOW, RIGHT?!? FINALLY.)*<em>Note: The first draft of this post was written before Christmas. That's how late it is. I didn't want to change the opening because the thought of you guys crying to "Christmas Shoes" with Andee is too special to delete.*</em><br />
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This post probably won't do anything to help catapult you into the Christmas spirit. It's actually kind of depressing. Maybe you shouldn't read it if you are feeling especially holly or jolly. Or maybe you should go listen to that "Christmas Shoes" song that always makes Andee cry first--that way, reading about how we DID NOT meet any Twilight stars while in Baton Rouge won't seem as sad.<br />
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After arriving in Baton Rouge, we dropped a carload of suitcases at the hotel and went exploring. Our first stop was Perkins Rowe, where some of the Twilight cast are rumored to be staying. We saw nada. Almost ate at the <i>Kona Grill</i>, peeked into the window of the <i>Wine Loft</i>, peed in the <i>Barnes and Noble</i>. I bought a shirt from J.Crew. <br />
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Like I said, nada.<br />
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Then we did some maternity shopping for Andee--she put on the bump and everything. It was awesomely creepy, in that weird, "an alien is living inside your belly" kind of way. This was after I made Andee drive up and down, up and down Bluebonnet Blvd looking for a restaurant that turned out to the be Cajun equivalent of a Cracker Barrel. So much for fine Louisiana dining. (We more than made up for it the next day--I still haven't lost one of the pounds I gained.)<br />
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We headed over to the movie studio where they are filming BD. They were not filming at the time--you can imagine our absolute sadness at discovering they were shooting in New Orleans that weekend. But that meant that we could get really close to all the action. Still no Twilight stars...<br />
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We bought our Eclipse DVDs the morning they came out from <i>Best Buy</i>, then had a nice time at the <i>Mall of Louisiana</i> and then we headed to downtown BR to look at some historic buildings and the Mississppi. <br />
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We also spent about 30 minutes wandering aimlessly up and down Third Street, looking for somewhere, ANYWHERE, to eat lunch. (We spent alot of time on this trip looking for food. It was like we were cavewomen or something.) People kept suggesting a sushi place called <i>Tsunami</i>, but we weren't feeling sushi. When we finally found a good place, the shrimp poboy and fried catfish covered in crawfish ettoufee made our aching shins worth it.<br />
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Then we visited the old captiol building, where a very friendly security guard made me say a naughty word in front of the musuem docent that was taking us to see the capitol's "dungeon." The docent was a nice middle-aged lady who probably was used to wholesome families with little kids, not scared sh*tless (which, coincidentally, is a form of the word I used) potty mouths from Alabama.<br />
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We headed back to the mall area and drove aimlessly around looking for somewhere to go. We <i>vetoed seeing a movie</i> and instead headed into a wonderful place called DSW Shoes...where they had shoes, SHOES, as far as the eye can see!! Seriously, the building was as big as a PetSmart, except instead of squeaky toys, there were SHOES (which, to a dog, is probably the same thing). It was great, but all that shopping made us really tired, so we headed back to the hotel before dinner to watch some Eclipse DVD footage. Then we headed to a wonderful restaurant called the Cheesecake Bistro and stuffed ourselves with more crawfish. And cheesecake. <br />
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It was after the trip was over that the words in italics above started to become significant. Because after checking out our very favorite Twilight Baton Rouge website, the Facebook page Twilight Takes Over Baton Rouge, that we discovered that:<br />
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a) <i>The Best Buy</i> where we got our Eclipse DVDs? Turns out Rob, Kris and Taylor came in there and bought TVs before filming started. Our cashier told us after we turned down a discounted Bella bracelet at the checkout. Also, a couple of weeks later, some of the cast signed autographs there.<br />
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b) While we were in our hotel resting after a day of shopping, Liz Reaser and Nikki Reed were <i>directly across the street </i>from us at the <i>Mall of Louisiana</i>.<br />
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c) We <i>vetoed seeing a movie </i>at around 4pm. Which was coincidentally the same time Kellen Lutz was spotted at said movie theater. Oh yeah, and he took pictures with fans.<br />
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d) <i>Kona Grill, Wine Loft, Barnes and Noble</i> and <i>Tsunami</i> were all places where the cast has been spotted since our trip. (Hey, we peed in the Barnes and Noble. Maybe we peed in the same place as a Twilight star! I feel more specialer now.)<br />
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At least we can say, "<em>Hey! We were there!"</em> Maybe even<em> "Hey! We peed where a Twilight star peed!"</em><br />
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Grey<br />
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It's also true that while there, I met Robert Pattinson and he fell madly in love with me and we ran away together to the South of France. As I type, I am staring out the window of our palatial love nest at the beautiful...umm.... <em>southness </em>of....well, France.<br />
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Ok, that's not true. I would totally not be on the computer if I was sharing a palatial love pad with Robert Pattinson. Not unless we were, you know, <em>on</em> the computer. <br />
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But we did go to the Red Stick. And it was the farthest west I've ever gone. Seriously, y'all, I had never even been into Mississippi, although I did have to spend a whole week learning to spell it in 3rd grade. The trip started out with me and Andee talking non-stop over some rockin' Christmas tunes, which normally makes our trips just fly by. Not this time. After 40 bazillion hours on the road, we stopped for lunch. Another 5000 googillion hours later, we were in Mississippi, where we waited, at a complete standstill, for what later looked like <em>absolutely nothing at all</em>.<br />
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Finally, FINALLY, we rolled into Louisiana. And we got off that miserable little stretch of road called I-10, only to be told by that little punk Garmin that we still had 85 more miles to go to Baton Rouge. We went ballistic and literally had to pull over and check another map. That pit stop went a lil' something like this: <br />
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<em>There was no effing way it was another 85 miles!!!! 30 miles, tops. It was only like *holds fingers close together* this far away on the map! For real, I cannot ride in this car for another 85 miles. I will scream and tear off your rearview mirror. There's got to be somethign wrong with your Garmin. It's defective. Or deluded. Whatever, it's just wrong. Seriously, it cannot possib---holy shit, it IS another 85 miles.</em><br />
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What choice did we have but to drive on? It helped to see that Robert was only just a little bit further down the road--<br />
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To be continued...Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-4730649276869188522010-12-01T08:43:00.000-08:002010-12-01T08:43:34.504-08:00Packing for Baton Rouge: Underwear? Check. Socks? Check. Milk? Check.Some of our Twitter followers may remember certain tweets made by Grey in September of this year that went a little something like this (read from bottom): <br />
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The fiance and I were spending the weekend at Andee and her husband's house to watch football games and drink beer and suck at ladderball and then do old cheerleader dances in the driveway. Everything had been going so well, untill Andee in her bid for domestic goddess-ity roped me into making cream cheese-stuffed jalepenos wrapped in bacon. They sounded delicious, actually, but I like to go places--I think they call them "restaurants"--and have food brought to me, magically hot and ready to eat. But I'm a good friend, and so I said I'd help. Big mistake. HUGE mistake.<br />
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Big, huge, BURNING mistake.<br />
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I cut the jalapenos in half and scooped out their little insides. After I put the last hollowed-out little jalepeno corpse into the bowl, I KNEW that I needed to wash my hands. I don't know how I knew to wash my hands--I've never handled any peppers other than bell peppers and so I can only say that God led me to wash my hands because even though what happened next was awful, what could have happened had I <em>not </em>washed my hands would have been so much worse.<br />
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Because after I washed my hands, I scratched my nose. And caught my nose on fire.<br />
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I mean, ON FIRE. It was BURNING. I started panicking. As I panicked, my nose got hotter. I went to the bathroom to rinse my nose off. <br />
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The burning only intensified. <br />
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I ran to Andee's computer and Googled "jalepeno nose burn" and found out why--apparently water reactivates the chemical in peppers that makes them burn. Fan-f*cking-tastic. The only solution was milk. Did Andee have any milk in the fridge? Sure she did.<br />
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But it was sour. <br />
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Sour milk. Up my nose. I would have thrown up in my mouth at just the thought of it if my nose hadn't been as red as Rudolph's and did I mention ON FIRE?<br />
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So Andee ran to her neighbor's house and returned with a red Dixie cup of milk. Which my face did not fit into. I almost started crying, I was so frustrated and oh yeah, MY NOSE WAS ON FIRE. So we poured the milk in a bowl and just slammed my entire face in there. Sweet, sweet relief.<br />
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</div>Which is why I'm packing milk when we go to Baton Rouge this weekend. Because Robert Pattinson is definitely hotter than a jalepeno. And I'm not going to be caught unprepared ever again.<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-15977133762200965152010-11-03T09:35:00.000-07:002010-11-03T09:35:40.881-07:00More Do's and Don'ts for Meeting Twilight Stars<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Today we have another help tip on How to Successfully Engage Robert Pattinson. (We think about him alot, so he gets the most tips.) Today's tip focuses on Rob's love of overpriced vintage (ie, used) band t-shirts.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Step One: Approach Rob. Slowly. Don't scare him off.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Step Two: Tell Rob how awesome his band shirt is. Bonus points for knowing some of the band's songs. EXTRA SPECIAL SUPER bonus points for actually going to the concert where the shirts were sold orginally AND owning the same t-shirt and wearing it until there were giant holes in both the armpits and was so thin that you could count all your back moles but you didn't care because you thought it was the most awesome shirt on the face of the planet but one day signifcant other threw it out even though she says she never touched it and you must have lost it somewhere but you totally know it was her. Bitch.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You can probably leave most of that out, actually. Just tell him you had the same shirt.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLE_SPWF2K-bwGkdjHs2lOCpmuKB6ArQPb66uVx_tx1NKOusaCmTZU0qkzBx7gYorrFJk4a-k33Kg8OWUbhdWR9CbCP0vTWNYPnujIgz7X0Q3NCTAmKlRw1KrjEKti0QOftZm7dGtN_G3/s1600/Montreal06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLE_SPWF2K-bwGkdjHs2lOCpmuKB6ArQPb66uVx_tx1NKOusaCmTZU0qkzBx7gYorrFJk4a-k33Kg8OWUbhdWR9CbCP0vTWNYPnujIgz7X0Q3NCTAmKlRw1KrjEKti0QOftZm7dGtN_G3/s320/Montreal06.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>If you're band t-shirt is as cool as Rob's, congratulations! You have successfully engaged Robert Pattinson. He may ask to touch you, because you are so awesome. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you're "band" t-shirt is actually from that Britney Spears concert you went to (twice!), that's probably not as cool to Rob as it is to you, even if you do know all the lyrics to "If U Seek Amy" which is a really awesome song that basically lets you walk around singing "F*ck me, f*ck me" and get away with it. Rob will probably not want to touch you.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then you're good. Let the touching begin.</div>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-21192996455228355392010-10-20T12:39:00.000-07:002010-10-20T20:33:23.240-07:00Do's and Don'ts of Meeting Twilight Stars Part 2The second edtion of How to Successfully Engage (and Not Set On Fire) Twilight Stars focuses on Dr. Carlisle Cullen himself, Peter Facinelli. Now, Peter is well known for being very open and easy to approach by fans--I think he actually <em>likes </em>us or something. So getting a wave out of Peter really isn't too difficult.<br />
<strong>Step One--Approach Peter.</strong> If you see that Peter isn't on the phone, eating with friends, actually filming or fighting off a newborn vampire attack (that last one is super important, folks), walk up to him calmly and politely tell him how <em>awesome</em> he is. He will more than likely be friendly, unless you have <strong>a)</strong> disturbed him in some unforgivable manner (like interrupt his grudging participation in the aforementioned vampire war) or <strong>b)</strong> have some kind of crazy stalker/potential homicidal maniac look in your eyes (we are not held responsible for your crazy eyes, you have to learn to control them yourself). Barring these things, you can continue telling him how awesome he is, and maybe you will get a picture. Weep with joy and you'll probably get a hug. Based on personal experience, Peter hugs are awesome.<br />
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<strong>Some other useful information:</strong><br />
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<strong>DO NOT APPROACH PETER WHILE SCREAMING THE FIRST THING ANDEE SAYS ANYTIME SOMEONE MENTIONS PETER---"<em>I LOVE ME SOME PETER</em>!"</strong> He will think you are a perv. Or a huge weirdo. Probably both, actually. Yelling at the top of your voice a phrase that is equivilant to "I love me some penis!" will probably guarantee Peter's fleeing the scene. However, if you must use this phrase, make sure you attach his last name, Facinelli. I predict I will have to work hard to help Andee control her love of Peter.<br />
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Another potential embarrassment? <strong>Misprouncing Mr. Facinelli's name.</strong> After countless minutes of internet research, I can now share with you the correct way to say his name. Maybe. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, so that's TWO ways to say his name. Oh, well. Maybe if you say it really fast--"<em>Hey, PeterFacinelliIthinkyou'rereallyawesome!</em>"--he won't notice that you mispronounced it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But that's probably when he'll notice your crazy eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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UPDATED: Audio added. Beware--this is my "I know I'm being recorded" voice. Also fuzzy at the beginning. Steven Spielburg I am not.<br />
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No seriously, it's coming back. <a href="http://eater.com/archives/2010/10/11/the-mcrib-returns-nationwide-november-2nd.php">November 2nd</a>. Watch for it.<br />
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But the other day we were waiting for was the day the Twilight cast arrived in Baton Rouge. They did, last Friday. <em>They are there.</em> And some day soon, we will be, too. Not because we're crazy stalkers who really need to ruin Robsten's day. We just want to be there, to be a part of the magic that is Twilight. Hell, we <s>infrequently update</s> write a blog about it--we'd be crazy not to take the opportunity to head over to Baton Rouge for a nice weekend and share our zany experiences with you guys.<br />
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But just in case we--or anyone else visiting Baton Rouge--happen to actually *<em>gasp</em>* meet any of the Twilight stars, this week we'd like to offer some helpful little hints on the proper behavior when engaging the elusive <em>Twilightis Amazingus.</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Robert Pattinson--The Smokin' Hot Approach</strong></div>The best way to meet Robert Pattinson is to engage him while he is smoking, probably outside a club or bar. Are you a smoker? Excellent! (Bet you haven't heard <em>that</em> since 1960.) Not a smoker? Well, you are now. The crux of this plan depends on Robert Pattinson being lighterless, so...<br />
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<strong>Step One: Steal Robert Pattinson's lighter</strong>. You will require a friend to help out with this one, because the friend will actually need to flash Rob her boobs so that while he's distracted, you can sneak over to the table/ledge/curb where his lighter rests and take it. <br />
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</div><strong>Step Two: Offer to light Rob's cigarette</strong>. This is enable you to engage him in conversation and also obtain close physical proximity to The Precious. Walk up to him, light the lighter and hold it up to his cigarette. Try not to use the lighter you just stole from him. If you are a smoker, this step should be simple, and conversation will likely begin. Congratulations! If you are not a smoker, please pay careful attention to the next step.<br />
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<strong>Step Three: DO NOT SET ROBERT PATTINSON ON FIRE.</strong><br />
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</div><strong>Step Four: If you do set Robert Pattinson on fire, put him out.</strong> However, DO NOT PUT ROBERT PATTINSON OUT WITH THE GLASS OF GIN YOU WERE DRINKING TO MAKE YOURSELF LESS NERVOUS ABOUT <em>NOT</em> SETTING ROBERT PATTINSON ON FIRE.<br />
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</div><strong>Step Five: If you set Robert Pattinson on fire, tried to put him out with gin and made it worse, GET WATER.</strong> Douse Robert Pattinson with water. Then run, because Kristen Stewart is totally going to beat you up.<br />
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The ideal scenario only uses Steps One and Two. Obviously.<br />
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Andee and Grey<br />
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<strong>Next up: Peter Facinelli--The Don't Forget To Say His Last Name Approach!!</strong>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-84043904554623391492010-10-07T14:07:00.000-07:002010-10-07T14:07:04.583-07:00Some Important News About the Breaking Dawn Roadtrip--we will NOT be ordering the "I Banged A Vampire Down in Baton Rouge" tshirts after all.Twitter told us today that Nikki Reed has announced that she will be down in Louisiana in a little over a week. <em>A week</em>!! That's like...in no time! We are in super-fast-needed-it-finalized-yesterday planning mode, getting ready for our trip to Baton Rouge, where we swear we won't stalk these people like hungry lionesses, on the prowl for some fresh meat. Instead, we only hope to catch a glimpse of the magicness that is movie-making. But since most of the actual movie-making is probably going to be done on a soundstage, the magicness we're referring to is the magicness of Robsten walking around Baton Rouge like they are just plain ol' regular folks. And maybe seeing Peter <em>*Andee: OOOOhhhhh I love me some Peter! P.S. Grey LOVES when I say that!*</em> and Kellen and Ashley and Nikki and Taylor and everyone else involved. But mostly Robsten. <br />
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But even with all the preparation and the checking and double-checking of the lists, we've had a little change of plans. See, usually Andee and I are a two person tag team of epic awesomeness when it comes to our little "Girl Power" trips--especially the Twilight related ones. We have more fun together than any two people in the history of forever. We're like Thelma and Lousie, except without driving off a cliff. But if I had a nickel for every time we did the T & L hand-hold while heading into downtown Atlanta...well, I'd have 6 nickels. Sweet, that's almost a Coca-Cola at my office...what were we talking about? Oh yeah, me and Andee.<br />
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We renewed our sacred vows this morning over GTalk to never, ever, <em>for any reason</em> make a Twilight trip without both of us together. Like sisters, because that's what we really are, even if we don't technically have the same mother or aren't even slightly related. We're sisters in that "<em>this is ME in another person's body</em>" kind of way. Which actually sounds kind of weird. It's not weird though, I promise. It's just us, and I can't explain it, but it's totally there.<br />
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So the change of plans is this: It's not just the two of us roadtripping this time--it's three.<br />
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Yep, Andee's going to be bringing along a baby. Thankfully, it's the type of baby that is actually still inside her stomach. *<em>Andee: It is currently the size of a seasme seed if you didn't know that, Grey, I have just informed you :) ...Which Grey thinks pregnancy is totally gross if you haven't figured that out by her blog posts from the past</em>* I would be so embarrassed if one of the outside ones threw up all over Robert Pattinson. <br />
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At least the inside baby won't have to stop every ten minutes for a potty break or demand to be taken to every Krystal we pass...oh wait, that will be <em>Andee</em>. Crap.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Aunt Grey<br />
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<em>That's right boys and girls I am "with Child" haha! I'm pretty positive it is not a half human/half vampire baby named Renesmee so no worries on that front but if you've noticed they officially announced that little Makenzie as Nessie and now that I'm pregnant and will have the baby before we go see Breaking Dawn Part 1, I'll probably be able to coach Bella through some of her insane labor for instance, "Yes, Yes, that's the placenta, you need to get the baby out of the placenta, that's right, Edward, use your teeth, my doctors had actual surgical tools, but hey, you go with what you got"! This sure will be an exciting movie experience with me this time Grey I'm gonna gross you out big time!**Andee</em>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-21047299942568024342010-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:002010-10-06T14:25:44.675-07:00Thank you, Twilight Quiz. Best. Day. EVER.Remember that Twilight quiz I posted about earlier? The one for the magazine I write for? The one that validated my Twilight obsession by being accepted by a legitmate media source while simultaneously scaring the crap out of me because I don't want my grandmother to see this blog?<br />
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Well, I wrote it and turned it in today. I hope that it is go...HOLY BALLS I FORGOT TO TELL HIM NOT TO PUT THE BLOG IN THERE.<br />
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I'll be right back.<br />
<div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="center"></div>Ok, I'm back. Crisis averted. I am patiently/not so patiently awaiting confirmation, i.e. his word as a gentleman and a scholar that he will not put the blog address in the magazine. <br />
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The quiz will be a part of a feature in the magazine called the "Iron Bowlympics". See, here in Alabama, most people are fans of either the University of Alabama or Auburn University, and each year when Alabama and Auburn play each other in football, it's called the Iron Bowl. The magazine wanted a fun way to predict the winner of this year's Iron Bowl, so they are challenging an Auburn fan and an Alabama fan to a series of fantastical contests, one of which is....<br />
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....Yes, it's the Twilight quiz. How did you know?<br />
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</div>The quiz had to be simple enough for men to do it.<em> *snicker*</em> I really tried to make the questions pretty easy, because most guys--if they have wives or girlfriends or daughters--are going to be exposed to Twilight in some degree, so they should at least get one question right. Still, it's Twilight and they're men, manly men about town who wouldn't be caught dead reading the books or watching the movies. Men who like football, not emo vampires who sparkle. Men who like strippers, not teenage girls who trip all the time. Men who like meat, DAMMIT, not whiny vegetarian vampires.<br />
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I needed a man to test the quiz on. I thought about my boss but I really didn't think it was smart to go up to him and say, "<em>Hi, Boss! Can you take this absolutely irrelevant Twilight quiz that I just spent valuable work time creating</em>?"<br />
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So I let the The Fiance' take it.<br />
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He got all the answers right. Even the ones that weren't multiple choice.<br />
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I cannot stop laughing.<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-87277771775006606822010-10-04T14:13:00.000-07:002010-10-04T14:13:37.648-07:00This is why you will never see me naked. You're welcome, Mom.<strong>Two Things that Happened Today:</strong><br />
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<strong>Thing Number One</strong>: I got asked to create a very simple 10-question Twilight quiz for the local magazine I freelance for. <br />
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<strong>Thing Number Two</strong>: I got asked to create a very simple 10-question Twilight quiz for the local magazine I freelance for because the editor apparently FOUND THE ADDRESS OF THIS BLOG and KNOWS I WRITE IT and wanted to know if he could <s>expose me to the entire city of Dothan by making this blog and my connection to it public knowledge</s> link to it in the magazine and then I had a little freakout at my desk because if the little old ladies at church who come up to me on Sundays and tell me that they read my articles while sitting in the waiting room at the doctor's office found out that I have a blog where I frequently curse just for the hell of it, reference sex acts that I may or may not want to perform with certain celebrities and photoshop pictures of Robert Pattinson and Kirsten Stewart onto the murals that surround our town, <em>I would die.</em> There's also the potential of certain people finding out that while I'm supposed to be doing a certain thing (working), I could possibly be blogging instead. Maybe. Definitely not. But it's likely.<br />
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Obviously, the consequences of this revelation would be dire. I am certainly not ashamed of Twilight, or of this blog, nor of you fine people, but it's like this: If I were a world-famous movie star, would I do a movie with nudity or heavy swearing? No, and do you know why? <em>Because my mommy would see it</em>. And that's something my mommy doesn't need to see. Just like this blog is something that Dothan, Alabama doesn't need to see. Well, actually I would love for them to see it, but they don't need to know it's XXXXoX XXaXXX who writes it. Andee feels the same way.<br />
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So Editor of the Magazine I Freelance For, please, for the love of all things good and pure and righteous in this crazy world, do not link this blog to the magazine that my Grandmother reads. She knows how to use the internet and she would come looking for me. I really don't want her to stop giving me those extremely useful savings bonds I always get for my birthday. <em>Always</em>.<br />
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<strong>BONUS THING NUMBER THREE</strong>: You like the new website? Me too.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Grey<br />
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P.S. Oh geez, Editor of the Magazine I Freelance For knows I have a fake name, too. Like a porn star.<br />
<em>Fantastic.</em>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-85463664476647900232010-09-29T12:22:00.000-07:002010-09-29T12:22:24.491-07:00See if you can find the part of this post where I admit that I don't actually work while at work.You know how smells can bring back memories...like fresh baked cookies with a hint of pee makes me think of Kindergarten? <em>Note from Grey: Oh, not vomit? I always thought I smelled vomit. And cabbage. Our kindergarten sucked.</em><br />
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</div>Well I had a moment today coming back to a work site I haven't been to in a while... if you didn't know this I travel a BIT for work and when I walked into my musty old dirty office this morning all I could think of was TWILIGHT **sigh**...I fondly remember being here and reading ALL DAY everyday for a WHOLE ENTIRE week the WHOLE TWILIGHT SERIES for the first time <em>*Congrats! You found it!*</em> (I also remember not being able to find Eclipse at Walmart to buy so I had to actually go to the Library in this random town I'm at and get a LIBRARY CARD...I was desperate!)! And I will NEVER forget it! <br />
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But that makes me think how important Twilight is, it always makes me SMILE even when I have to sit in a musty old office 40 hours a week!<br />
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<em>Special Post Scrip from that girl...umm, what's her name? The one that makes all the inappropriate comments and is afraid of ceiling fans? Beige? Something like that. Anyway, this is from her, to Andee: </em><br />
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<em>When the smells of freshbaked cookies and pee remind you of kindergarten, where exactly are you? Because I don't think you need to eat the cookies from there...</em><br />
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<em>Kisses (but seriously, don't eat the cookies),</em><br />
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<em>Beige </em>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-42748951546304536912010-09-10T11:57:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:57:55.611-07:00I'll go ahead and answer your question now--No, I don't drink before bed.With all the Breaking Dawn news rolling out and time spent planning our epic trip to Baton Rouge this fall/winter, it was only a matter of time before I had the sequel to my Kristen dream, only this time, starring Rob.<br />
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It was weird. And not in that ironically comical, "<em>At least I didn't embarrass myself, oh wait, I DID</em>" kind of way. It was weird in a "<em>Burger King doesn't serve popcorn and what the hell is Jughead from Archie Comics doing with Robert Pattinson in Panama City, Florida?"</em> way. Just read.<br />
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My Roberto dream began in Panama City, Florida, my parent's hometown and where my dad's family still lives. Maybe I was there visiting my Grandma, maybe I knew Rob was there and was <s>stalking him</s> hoping for the chance to meet him.<br />
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I didn't know I would find him so easily. This certainly wasn't like my other dream, where I could sense that KStew was near, but never saw her. No, in this dream, I had no idea that when I got hungry and pulled into a Burger King, waiting for me in the bathroom was a chance to wash my hands with Robert Pattinson.<br />
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It totally wasn't like a "<em>Well, helloooooo there</em>" sexy-time public bathroom dream. Rob was just washing his hands. He didn't turn around as the door opened, but I knew the back of him, like, well...come on, who doesn't have his backside completely and totally memorized?<br />
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"<em>Would you like me to get your lunch for you, Rob</em>?" I asked. He said sure, that he wanted a burger and chips. I guess maybe Dream Rob meant "chips" the way that British people mean chips--as in, fries. But I thought he meant chips, like Lay's or Fritos or something. I hurried to get his food, but I guess I got a little nervous because as soon as it was ready, I set the tray down at his table and left for my own. <br />
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At this point, I have a friend with me--not Andee, sadly, but she fits into this tale towards the end--and we giggle and whisper as Rob eats his burger alone at his booth. Suddenly, it hits me--like when you're at work and you're looking through old emails and you see this email that you had totally forgotten about and they needed something from you, like, a week ago and you know that you're totally screwed--<em>where are Rob's chips</em>? Oh my gah. <em><strong>Did I forget Rob's chips????</strong></em> <br />
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I had. And my error had disappointed Robert Pattinson. He looked sad, and still kind of hungry. <br />
I was heartbroken that I had disappointed Rob. "<em>I'll get your chips right now</em>!" I said, and then I snuck behind the counter to steal a huge ass bag of white cheddar popcorn. Popcorn, not chips. I know.<br />
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After I got the popcorn, Rob was happier. I can't remember if he even ate it, but the next thing I know, me, my friend, Rob, and his friend who just magically appeared and looked just like Jughead from Archie Comics--hat and all, I swear, I think he was supposed to be TomStu--were headed out the door together, laughing. I knew it was time to ask for a picture, and he agreed. We took some giggling pictures and I thanked him and told him what a pleasure it was to meet him. Then he was gone.<br />
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I was INSANE with happiness. I had to tell Andee. Oh, why couldn't Andee have been with me?? Even though she would be so crushed that she wasn't there, I had to tell her. So I called her and began telling her about the whole story. <br />
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I had probably gotten to the part where I realized I forgot Rob's chips when it started to dawn on me--wait, this doesn't sound real. Rob in a Burger King? Us sharing a bathroom? Offering to get Rob's food? POPCORN at Burger King? That can't be right...<br />
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.....and then I realized, it wasn't--I was dreaming. So while dreaming, I realized I was dreaming. It was so Inception. It was so Leo Dicaprio.<br />
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It was so disappointing. I'm never washing my hands at Burger King again.<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-81034342734681727552010-09-04T19:48:00.000-07:002010-09-04T19:48:58.471-07:00Happy Birthday!A special birthday treat for Fang!! (that I had to put on here because Twitpic is being s-t-u-p-i-d.)<br />
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Hope you're having a great birthday!!<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-21629077755752870162010-09-03T14:03:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:03:20.699-07:00Wait, how many Renesmes will you need? You do realize this is Twilight: Breaking Dawn and not Star Wars: Clone Wars, right?<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The past few days, this little munchkin's picture has been floating around the webs as a potential Renesme:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>I'm totally going to skip over her brother (What? Of <em>course</em> that's her <em>brother</em>). I won't even tell you guys what I said about him to Andee when I first saw this picture, because he's just a little kid and big people shouldn't make fun of little kids because we're...well, bigger and we should know better. He's a very pretty boy. Who looks exactly like his sister. But they're NOT twins...apparently, he's 3 years older than her.<br />
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Since Summit is going to need, like, <em>a billion</em> Renesmes (please use real children, please use real children...), I would like to offer up to the Summit Powers That Be my brand new cousin for the role of 15th Renesme. What do you guys think?<br />
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Yes, that's a mohawk. Little cuz is hardcore. Maybe they could even work the mohawk into the story, like Alice gets hold of her and makes her all punky like Auntie Alice and Edward's all like "<em>Alice, what did you do to my daughter</em>?" and Alice is all like "<em>Only made her awesome</em>," and Carlisle and Esme join in, saying "<em>We think she was already awesome</em>," and so Alice says "<em>Ok, fine--I made her aweseomer</em>," and Edward just sighs and wishes that he could lick his hand and smooth out the mohawk but he can't because he doesn't have real spit. <br />
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</div>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-61015292567676066312010-08-31T13:18:00.000-07:002010-08-31T13:18:35.492-07:00Breaking Dawn is just getting started and I'm already embarrassing myself.Breaking Dawn is getting started!!! *<em>excited ants-in-my-pants dance commencing in my cubicle</em>* Bill Condon is already in Baton Rouge, sets are being built, preliminary set stalking has begun (see full info on the BD preparations at <a href="http://www.mandysmind.com/">Mandy's Mind),</a> and this afternoon, it was announced that Benjamin, the witness Egyptian vampire who can control the elements, was cast!<br />
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It. Has. BEGUN, Y'ALL.<br />
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In retrospect, that dream I had about Kristen Stewart last week makes total sense--like it was a premonition of the future Breaking Dawn excitement that is starting right as I type. However, with my luck, it's probably more of a premonition of future embarrassment. You decide.<br />
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The dream began with me traveling out of town to where KStew was filming. I had done my research and was fairly confident that my hotel was Kristen's as well. But I had to know for sure, so for some reason that made perfect sense in the dream but is lost on me now, I went for an early morning jog in the field behind the hotel. *Kids, don't go for lonely jobs in fields behind hotels. That's what the complimentary gym on the ground floor is for* There was a mysterious dirt road running through the field, and I was freakishly positive would lead me straight to The Stew. Sure enough, out of the foggy forest, two huge tour buses came barreling down the dirt road. "<em>I've found her!" </em>I thought as I kept jogging down the dirt road while the buses passed me. I even waved, certain that KStew, while staring whistfully out the window, saw me. "<em>Maybe she even waved back,"</em> I thought. Then I hugged myself, because the thought made me <em>that </em>happy.<br />
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I jogged back to the hotel, where college football fans were just leaving for a big game in town. I guess being back in the presence of people and away from the magical field of dreams where Kristen Stewart waves to me made me start thinking about what had just happened. Why a tour bus? "<em>Kristen wouldn't be on a tour bus,"</em> I reasoned. "<em>She wouldn't need a whole bus--she's just one tiny girl!"</em> I had been wrong. I felt a little silly, but oh well, no harm done. "<em>Nobody thought I was weird or anything,"</em> I thought, "<em>just another vacationing exercise enthusiast who waves to strangers in tour buses."</em><br />
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Until I saw what I was wearing:<br />
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Right. Nothing weird there <em>at all.</em> <br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-35676371665347938552010-08-26T14:02:00.000-07:002010-08-26T14:02:13.021-07:00Because I Feel Horribly, HORRIBLE Guilty About Not Posting This Week...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30iCzAl-2XBzAHaRvqZLUIrZNe_iWjIDRDc5vh3wiQ4rjGL0HKOjbAV4i22-QZrodHFxG7Gw2m1gBVNkauJeatCaI1tG01gFjwZI9xuDdvMPBGn5Gq1SSoXITKeCrwpaPRZnsyK6MovM3/s1600/joe+cool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30iCzAl-2XBzAHaRvqZLUIrZNe_iWjIDRDc5vh3wiQ4rjGL0HKOjbAV4i22-QZrodHFxG7Gw2m1gBVNkauJeatCaI1tG01gFjwZI9xuDdvMPBGn5Gq1SSoXITKeCrwpaPRZnsyK6MovM3/s320/joe+cool.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Here's Joe Twilight, hanging outside the biology lab during blood typing. </span></div><br />
At last--solid, verifiable proof that I am the worst employee on the face of the planet. It took, like, AN HOUR to modify this picture. WHY IS IT NOT TIME TO GO HOME YET???<br />
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Wants to go home,<br />
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GreyAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-41739453003139692982010-08-20T13:57:00.000-07:002010-08-21T19:35:18.057-07:00Things I Have In Common With Edward CullenHello, and welcome to the very first editon of <strong>Things I Have In Common With Edward Cullen</strong>. This may very well be the only edition of Things I Have In Common With Edward Cullen, unless I can come up with some more things later. Moving along, I present to you--<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Things I Have In Common With Edward Cullen</span></div><br />
<strong>Me</strong>: I like to listen to music in my car.<br />
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<strong>Edward</strong>: He likes to listen to music in his car.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><strong>Reason Why I Listen To Music In My Car</strong>: I am so terrified of the engine noise that I must have another louder, more booty-shaking noise to block the sound of the car racing down the highway. Not that's there's anything <em>wrong</em> with the engine--it runs and probably sounds fine. Except that to me, the sound of moving machinery sends the same chills down my back that fingernails on a chalkboard do to most normal people. (My apologies, b/c I realize that I just made you think about fingernails on a chalkboard. Oh crap, I did it again. My bad.) I live in mortal fear of my car's engine, with its pistons pumping up and down, up and down, UP AND DOWN with such rapidty that the thought of what lies under my hood makes me want to curl up in my bed (with my new t-shirt sheets--those mother f*ckers are soft) and cry a little. I am also equally horrifed of ceiling fans on high speed and <em>especially</em> the ones that wobble. <em>I look at ceiling fans and wonder why someone would use Satan to try and cool me down.</em> In fact, there is a fan in my grandmother's house that spins SO EFFING FAST that if it wasn't bolted into the ceiling, it could fly itself around the room, probably hacking off body parts or at least someone's hair along the way. I do not enter that room when I visit. And while not <em>terrifying</em>, both windshield whipers and clothes dryers make me extermely anxious. If I had a Zoloft prescription, driving in the rain or doing my laundry would be so much easier.<br />
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<strong>Reason Edward Listens to Music in His Car</strong>: Probably because he just likes music.<br />
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For the love of cheese stop moving,<br />
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Grey<br />
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P.S. Honestly, does anyone else have any of these fears? I would like to know I'm not alone.<br />
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P.P.S. If you haven't read LTT yet (but <em>of course</em> you have), their latest recap on meeting Stephenie Meyer is <a href="http://letterstotwilight.com/2010/08/20/ltt-interviews-stephenie-meyer-the-never-ending-story/">here</a>!<br />
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UPDATE: Not 24 hours after I posted the very intimate details of my severe ceiling fan phobia, I was sitting at a pub table in a restaurant out of town when I happened to look up and see this shit:<br />
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That's right. A big ass fan. A BIG ASS FAN. Thankfully, it wasn't directly overhead, or I would've had to politely ask the waitress if we could move out from underneath the giant spinning blades of doom. And then to add irony to the already ironic situation, Fiance' tells me that the company that makes that big ass fan is actually called Big Ass Fans. <a href="http://www.bigassfans.com/">For real, y'all</a>. Seriously, this sucker's blades were about 12 F*CKING FEET LONG. It's like my ceiling fan phobia had sex with @antisocialangel's helicopter dream and this is their love child of death. Needless to say, I did not enjoy my steak as much as I could have.<br />
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Things like this always happen to me.<br />
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GAndee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-40339011330897093962010-08-17T14:53:00.000-07:002010-08-17T14:53:49.763-07:00Grey's Post o' ShameYes, this is a genuine Post o' Shame, very similar to Pearls Before Swine's Box o' Stupid People seen below:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ten Things I Did Today That I'm Ashamed Of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Called some old dude in an RV an "asshole" for not getting into his turn lane quickly enough.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Spent the first 4 hours of work <em>not working, </em>because work yesterday made me miss this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. (Refer back to #1) Possibly influenced Andee to also not work by engaging her in a lenghty G-Talk conversation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. (Refer back to #2 and #1) Researched Baton Rouge hotels and hotspots with Andee where we would--God willing--be likely to run into Rob, Kristen or any of the Twilight gang.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. (Refer back to #3, #2, and #1) Realized that what we were doing could possibly be classified as pre-meditated preparations for future stalking. Or at least that's what Rob's lawyers will probably try to claim.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Stepped in huge wad of baby blue bubble gum in the TJ Maxx parking lot and instead of using a napkin to get it off, I scraped it off on a random curb. Ok, the curb right in front of their entrance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Ate an entire basket of O'Charley's rolls at lunch. <em>By myself</em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. Made fun of Taylor Lautner's height. And laughed at his resemblance to an alpaca. Or llama. <em>Whatever</em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. Tricked our adminstrative assistant into picking up the dead bug on the bathroom floor by asking her to help me find so many dead-bug-pick-up tools that she finally did it herself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Realized that I didn't have a 10th thing to be ashamed of so instead posted my favorite LOLcat picture of the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-53733597484605941482010-08-13T12:39:00.000-07:002010-08-13T12:39:49.129-07:00WorkThings have slowed down here at Welcome to Forks, Y'all, your southern source for all things hilariously related to Twilight, because things down here in the actual south are getting crazy. Work in the fall is more time-consuming, so we apologize for the slowness of posts. We also apologize for the terrible irony of telling you that we usually post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays one week, and only posting on Tuesday the next. We love irony unless it can be used as a weapon against us. Damn you, Work, with your ironic weapons.<br />
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Once we get through August and September, things should cool off real life-wise and we can sink our teethies into regular blog posts once more. As Breaking Dawn filming gets closer, we will be sharing our Baton Rouge plans (well, not where we're sleeping or eating or what Target we will be using. Sorry, creepers. P.S. Don't think we didn't miss the irony of US not telling online where WE'RE staying on a trip that is, at its most basic core, all about US stalking SOMEONE ELSE), our thoughts about the filming itself, and what we plan to say to Rob and Kristen if we meet them. We really want to work the phrase "douche canoe" in there somewhere, and we may need your help in finding the most tactful way of doing that. (Not because we think either of them are douchey or canoe-like, we just think it would make Rob giggle like a little girl, and who doesn't want that?)<br />
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So as soon as Work does this....<br />
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See, the stupid crocodile Larry always wants to eat his "Zeeba neighba". Zebra and Larry the Croc live in the same neighborhood as Rat and Pig, the stars of the strip, although Guard Duck holds my heart. If any of that made sense to you, then give yourself a big hug--you're a Pearls fan. If not, I suggest you go to comics.com and start reading Pearls right away. You will not be able to live without them. This is my kind of humor, people.<br />
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Anyway, the Da Google strips go perfectly with looking at what search engine keywords led people to our site. Some of them are wonderfully straightforward Twilight searches like "twilight welcome to forks sign" or "new moon deleted scene bella's birthday cake". But some of them? Some of them are...well....you tell me.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Searches from Da Google (or Da Bing, Da Yahoo--whatever)</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>andee milf</strong>" Well, no, Andee's not exactly a Mother I'd Like to F*ck yet. She's more of a Someone Else's Wife I'd Like to F*ck. (SEWILF? That doesn't sound appealing at all.) Some day, though, she'll be a milf. But she's flattered all the same.</div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>baby oil sliding down the hallway</strong>" Sounds fun. But my hallways are carpeted, so this wouldn't really work. Actually, it probably wouldn't work for anyone, regardless of hallway status, would it? Hey, if you are the person who googled this and found us, do you mind letting me know how that worked out for you? Thanks.</div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>fake southern hospitality paula deen</strong>" HOW DARE YOU??!? And I bet you think that too much butter is bad for you too, huh? Leave. Now.</div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>gil birmingham sweater</strong>" I guess this is because he wore his own jacket in Twilight. I really don't get it, though. I mean, "bill cosby sweater" I would totally understand...</div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>how to keep a bonfire going all night</strong>" Fire. You're welcome. </div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>kiowa gordon got me pregnant</strong>" Oh, girl, me too. That Kiowa really gets around, apparently. But the child support comes in on time now that he's got that Twilight gig.</div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>spider killer game</strong>" Hey. Killing spiders is not a game. It's serious business. But you should always say you're sorry after you do it. </div></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<strong>pap smear Robert Pattinson paparazzi</strong>" There's really nothing funny about this one. It could actually mean that someone was intentionally trying to reach our site, and that makes me feel special. That someone wanted to find our site, I mean. Not pap smears. They don't make me feel special at all, just icky.<br />
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Needs to Google "how to sign your name to your post,"<br />
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Grey</div></li>
</ul>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-5157171319079872502010-08-04T14:23:00.000-07:002010-08-04T14:39:54.976-07:00All I Ever Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten. Or From Twilight. Whichever.My job takes me to lots of different places during the fall. Today, I visited two elementary schools. As I waited in the hallways, I let myself drift back in time....back to 1990, when a much shorter version of me was in kindergarten.<br />
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I let the smells of the school--mostly disinfectant, with just a <em>hint</em> of vomit (thank gah the kids weren't back, because then I would smell cabbage. School cafeteria food always smells like cabbage in the south)--lull me back to the days of learning to tie my shoelaces so that I could finally get a pair of white leather Keds to wear mult-colored socks with. Back to the days of trying really, REALLY hard to color inside the lines so that I could win at least one--<em>just one</em>--coloring contest. Back to the days of freaking out my teachers because I talked like I was 30 years old because I was an only child and didn't know how to speak "kid". <br />
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Or specifically, back to the day when I pissed my pants doing nap mat duty because there was no teacher around to ask permission to use the restroom because they drilled it in us that we couldn't go to the bathroom unless we asked, so I held it and held it, hoping that my teacher would come back but she never did so I peed in my grey cordoroy overalls and had to wear a pair of grungy purple sweatpants from the lost and found box for the rest of the day.<br />
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Yay, me.<br />
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But the thing I remember the most were the bulletin boards. I was a sucker for a nicely decorated bulletin board. Those little round-faced kids with their beedy little eyes and single-lined smiles, doing all kinds of awesome things--fishing for good behavior, taking conduct out of this world--those kids were awesome.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It made me wish I was a little kid again. Especially if there were Twilight-themed bulletin boards, like this one: </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So kids, enjoy your Twilight-filled school days. But always remember to run to the effing bathroom if you are about to piss yourself. To hell with permission.<br />
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Need to go back to school to learn how to sign my name at the end of each post,<br />
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Grey</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Andee and Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387640350636628141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448486167508332698.post-64913362491661919012010-07-30T16:29:00.000-07:002010-07-30T16:29:51.939-07:00Rob's Down South. You Can Make That Dirty If You Want.Three very extraordinary things are happening today. Would you like to know what they are?<br />
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<b>The Three Extraordinary Things That Are Happening Today</b><br />
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1. Robert Pattinson is now officially in the South.<br />
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2. Robert Pattinson will honest-to-gah set foot in a city that I too have stepped foot in. Well, both feet, actually.<br />
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3. Tonight, I get to eat fried catfish at my Grandmother's.<br />
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Now, these things happening on the <i>exact same day</i>? "Impossible," I would have said before breakfast this morning. What are the odds that on the very day I will partake of that oh-so-Southern dish prepared by my oh-so-Southern grandmother, Rob would be physically located in the South, a region of the country that I can actually claim as my own? "Not good," I would have said before breakfast this morning.<br />
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Apparently I need to learn to believe three impossible things before breakfast.<br />
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Still, even if I did believe in three (or six) impossible things before breakfast, these three occurrences are--without a doubt--very rare. The South is nothing like Hollywood--what are the chances that Rob would visit for any reason? And my Grandmother usually sleeps until noon or is <a href="http://welcometoforksyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/grannies-gone-twilight-or-why-do-i.html">at the mall with her friends discussing old people stuff</a>--so there's rarely a family dinner to be had at her house.<br />
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It makes me wonder....what if these three occurrences are actually a <i>sign</i>? And what if that sign isn't necessarily a good one? What if.....these three extraordinary things are actually the herald of the <i>apocalypse</i>?<br />
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Nah, if it was the apocalypse, there would be death and destruction and fire....like hell on eart-***********<i>We interrupt this pointless post for the weather report--in the south, temperatures reaching 100 degrees, with the heat index reaching 115 degrees this weekend. I REPEAT, IT FEELS LIKE IT'S 115 FUCKING DEGREES. We now continue with your irregularly scheduled post.</i>***********<br />
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Oh shit.<br />
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Stay cool,<br />
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