Becky's Greatest Hits Vol. II

Ghosts of Bannockburn at RiRa Irish Pub   The Business People at Visulite Theatre   And as luck would have it, the friggin circus is in town at Time Warner Cable Arena!  If time and traffic are on my side, I'm gonna try to make both.  We'll see what happens.....   P.S. Who says Charlotte has no scene????? 

Meet your new Music Reviewer for My City Magazine .   I would be lying if I said I wasn't psyched. I feel all Cameron Crowe or something.

  Check out Cam's new Beats by Dre commercial .

This is for all those Northern transplants that complain about how we don't know how to drive in the snow down here. That's right.  We don't.  We're smart enough to keep our asses at home on snow days and do as nature intended: be lazy, play with our kids and indulge in copious amounts of food and drink.  Get it together, Yankees.  As if "ice driving" is something you can put on your resume.  Jesus H.  Besides, we've mastered something you probably never will.  How too look good in 100% humidity.  Suck on that, city girls!

Poor lady.  Must've forgotten the Cheetos. So, ahead of the snowmageddon we're supposed to have this weekend, last night the hubs and I started discussing the need for snow snacks.  We also started thinking about how different our snow lists were back when were in our early 20's.  Mine was probably mainly junk food, bridal magazines (woops), and Twizzlers.  His was cigarettes, beer and take-out Chinese.  But who really remembers? I wasn't there.  I'm just guessing this was E-Roc's house. These days it's a lot more sedate and more kid-friendly: bananas, Little Debbie snack cakes (The Droid's fave), unsalted nuts (really), and the obvious bread and milk.  Whew.  The Droid is okay now. I wonder about more famous people who walk a little closer to the wild side.  What do they have when the blizzard keeps them out of the clubs?  And what about political people?  And funny people?  And even imaginary p...

Even with the title of this movie telling you everything you need to know, I still managed to be shocked by the ending of this movie.  And even given that, it's still a cute indie movie.  It manages to be sad without getting morose, cute without being pretentious and philosophical without going too deep.  I loved a few things about this film. First, the friendship between the two guys including the ridiculous parody movies they make together.  Second, the quirky parents and teachers all of the kids share including the tattooed but deep history teacher and weird bathrobe-wearing sociology professor dad.  And third, the idea that sometimes we never really learn all we should know about someone until, sadly, they are gone from us.  Us older coots talk all the time about how self-centered and helicoptered kids are today.  I wonder if, maybe just maybe, films like this might be a step in the right direction to all of them figuring that out.  

I'm so in love with this daggum dog that I saved several of his pics to my desktop, so I can admire them anytime I like!  Go check out this story on Bored Panda about his interesting life and then head on over to his dad's Instagram .  Super cute and beautiful photos!

Why do you people have to hate on Cam? Is his smile too bright? Does he celebrate moments meant to be celebrated with too much exuberance? Is he too stunning in his perfect male form? Does he play the game too brilliantly? Is he too much of a champion? Does he support his fellow teammates too much? Does he just seem to really love the game?  That's okay, haters.  We'll keep him.