This is why I refuse to play Civilization; my personality would assure a complete addiction. 
Did you notice heroin is not on the list? It’s because heroin doesn’t need a video game to represent it; it already has Heroin Hero. 
(from the Guitar Queer-O episode of South Park)
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I think I’m going to make these PicDumps a regular on Fridays. Not everyone who reads this blog is a Facebook friend with whom I share photos, and I figure that this will motivate me to take more pictures of the kids. 
Last Thursday, April 25 2013, was the national Bring Your Child to Work Day. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that J’s company goes all out for this event (he only joined this company last summer) — not only do they arrange food, games, and activities, they also hire outside entertainment and provide nap rooms!
J happily brought Claire along for the ride…
She undoubtedly had a blast; she came home with a swag bag full of his company’s promotional materials (i.e., slinky, stickers, playing cards, etc) and even received her own ID badge! I was afraid that this is what she thinks her dad does at work all day and that she would want to go with him every morning.
We had believed Aerin to be too young to participate, but J told me that the office was full of kids of all ages that day. Many spouses also accompanied the young visitors, so you can be sure that the entire family will be attending next year!
The next set of pictures are from a playdate we had with cousins Rachel & Ethan. 7-year-old Rachel adores the girls and they all had fun playing dress-up, doing arts & crafts, and chasing each other around the house.
Lastly, a trip we made to the park yesterday. Our building’s elevator was out that morning, so I had quite an adventure bringing both girls, the diaper bag, my purse, and the double stroller down 4 flights of stairs by myself.
But it was sooo worth it, if for the weather alone. I’m usually not able to take pictures of the girls when it’s just me watching over them outdoors, but I was able to snap some shots when the playground was empty and I was able to better keep track of them.
Those who follow me on Instagram may have seen this picture of Claire verrrryyyy carefully pushing her little sister on the swing:
Unfortunately, Aerin was more interested in the flower I had picked
for her. (You can see a bit of the yellow on her lap.)
We were having so much fun at the park that the only way I could get Claire to agree to come back home for their naps was to promise her some ice cream. So there we were, sharing ice cream at Baskin Robbins when Aerin refused to have any more after just a few bites. Claire then said to me, “엄마, 베이비 아이스크림 안먹어. 베이비 이상해.” (“Umma, the baby’s not eating ice cream. Baby’s weird.”)
Why yes, refusing ice cream would mean you’re weird. 
Lastly, a snapshot my mom took of Claire while she was visiting her last weekend. What a little model! (You can’t tell from this picture, but that’s a Hello Kitty umbrella she picked out herself. She wants to go out whenever it rains now.)
Last week’s issue of Entertainment Weekly had a brilliant piece which hypothesizes what an episode of Game of Thrones would look like if helmed by the Parks and Recreation showrunner, and vice versa. I got quite a few laughs out of this one-page spread, so I knew I had to scan it for you guys.
And, because squinting at an image is probably not your thing…
GAME OF THRONES By Parks and Recreation co-creator/exec producer Michael Schur (and exec producer Dan Goor)
Act 1 Daenerys Stormborn rides her Khalasar and the 8,000 Unsullied out of Astapor. Looking out at the vast emptiness of the desert, she declares: “I will build a park here!” Ser Jorah: “Who the hell’s gonna come to a park in frigging Astapor?” She refuses to get discouraged.
Joffrey wants to try out his new crossbow by firing it at prostitutes. Tyrion: “Your Grace, whores are not used for target practice. They are used as distractions during plot exposition. Second, you need a government permit to use that crossbow.” As Tyrion and Varys explain the bureaucratic permit process, the prostitutes start having sex with each other.
Act 2 Daenerys holds a public forum to discuss the park. The Starks think the park should have a wolf run, the Targaryens want more fire pits, the Lannisters don’t want to pay for it. Also, Daenerys didn’t get enough snacks, and a bunch of White Walkers start eating everyone’s flesh.
Meanwhile, Joffrey goes to Hodor to apply for a crossbow license.
“Hodor,” says Hodor.
Joffrey, confused: “So I can’t get the permit?”
Hodor: “Hodor.”
Joffrey storms out. “Dammit, Hodor!”
Hodor, to the camera: “Man, that guy’s the worst.”
Act 3 Daenerys loses the vote 300–1. Things look bleak. Then her dragons fly around the room and set everyone on fire. She takes another vote and wins, 1–0.
Daenerys, to the camera: “You can accomplish anything with good ol’-fashioned hard work. And three dragons.”
Joffrey is bummed that he can’t use his crossbow. Then he remembers that he’s a sadistic sociopath, and has everyone murdered and puts Hodor’s head on a spike. But in a funny way.
PARKS AND RECREATION By Game of Thrones exec producers David Benioff and D.B. Weiss
The Pawnee Avian Society, led by Councilman Jamm, strong-arms Leslie into building a park for Pawnee’s official bird, the Grizzled-Neck Pigeon. April, the Pale Woman, presides over the dedication, complete with burning garbage pyres. Ron sees a ghost (or a Tammy?) just as his handcrafted birdcage SPLINTERS, slicing Jean-Ralphio in half, breaking Tom’s legs, and rendering Jerry mute, save for his own name… “Jerry… Jerry…” Meanwhile, in Eagleton, Ann amasses a fleet of her own Grizzled-Necks, the Pigeon from the ceremony perched on her shoulder.
Back in Pawnee: Ron sinks into a single-malt depression, questioning his craftsmanship/purpose… He retreats to Brandi Maxxxx’s newest brothel. Leslie presides over the Small City Council, where she accuses Jerry of sabotage. His punishment: He must piggyback handicapped Tom. Ben recognizes the Thrones takeover and insists Andy is the one true Hodor. Tom bribes the Sun to report that his “Jerry-Rig” is the latest “throwback slave couture.” Rent-A-Swag is immediately shut down.
The episode climaxes at Jean-Ralphio’s funeral, kicked off by Mona–Lisa’s twincest-laden eulogy. The Avian Society mercifully interrupts her with what Ron saw before: THE TAMMY WALKER, a Two-Headed Ice-Tammy riding a rotting Li’l Sebastian. Ben prays for a Thronesian miracle… and a flaming yardstick careens into Jamm’s (surprisingly flammable) afro. Cut to Donna, thumbs-up. Everything burns fast — but the Tammy rises from the ashes… right as Ann and her Pigeon Fleet emerge from the Eagleton Highlands, raining down a majestic s—storm, extinguishing her for good.
The gang buries Jean-Ralphio’s tastefully swagged halves, each in its own custom Swanson casket.
Credits: Chris admits he’s a eunuch.
(And in case you’re wondering, I didn’t type out the article — I was able to find a version online. )
I was digging through the closet the other day when I came across an item I haven’t seen in years: a royal blue box with the words STUART WEITZMAN embossed across the top, housing the shoes I wore on my wedding day 5 years ago.
At $295, the Stuart Weitzman Dubonnet is the most expensive pair of shoes I own. (I may love heels but most of my shoes were under $100.) I only wore them a handful of times: during wedding dress fittings, practices for our first dance, and — duh — on the wedding day itself.
I am so glad I decided to splurge on these shoes, because they’re probably the most comfortable pair of high heels I own. Even with a 4½” heel, I was able to start my day at 8am, stand around, make my way through Central Park, walk down the aisle and be part of a 30-minute wedding ceremony, greet guests, and dance my tooshie off until 10pm without my feet ever being in pain.
Needless to say, these shoes are no longer in pristine condition. But they are still certainly wearable and hold with them many fond memories.
See that red spot at the bottom of the sole? Since we had red flowers in my bouquet, my bridesmaids’ bouquets, and in our centerpieces, I can safely assume that it’s a remainder from our wedding day.
(I also just remembered that I had gotten them re-soled before the big day, for better traction.)
The question remains now as to what to do with them. I can have them cleaned and stored, but I generally don’t like unused items lying around the house. (My wedding dress is at my parents’ house, and although it currently sits unused, I have no problem allowing my girls to play dress-up with it when they get older.)
I asked my sister, who is getting married next month (!), if she would like to borrow them, but she says that the heels are too high. (She was blessed with the better genes by standing 4″ taller than me.)
I could sell them, but is there a market for used wedding shoes? Could they even be sold for a third of the original purchase price?
I’ve also thought about dyeing them a more practical color like black or brown so that I can wear them at future events, but the idea seems so…permanent.
What would you do? What did you do with your wedding shoes?
J calls Nic Cage “the king of B movies,” and I’m sure many would agree.
I confess I quite enjoyed some of his prior action flicks like The Rock (cue Sean Connery saying “Welcome to The Rock”), Con Air (“Put the bunny back in the box!”), and Face/Off (“I want to take his face…off.”).
I really liked both National Treasure movies too. 
And Family Man? A severely underrated film.
Then there’s Adaptation, which I consider Charlie Kaufman’s greatest (and that’s saying a lot because all his movies are effing brilliant), and Kick-Ass, which blew me away.
As such, I can’t quite agree with ALL the placements on the matrix below, but I think it did a pretty good job. What do you think?
I also feel the need to add that Ghost Rider should be off in a corner so right and to the bottom that it might as well have its own graph. Yes, it was THAT BAD and I will never forgive my husband for making me sit through it not once, not twice, but THREE times. 
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I like books, gadgets, spicy food, and art. I dislike shopping, hot weather, and the laws of entropy. Although I am a self-proclaimed computer nerd, I still have a love for handbags and makeup... and I am always teetering on high heels. To learn more about me, visit the "About" page.
