Stranger Than Fictions and Cats

Ben and I went to see Stranger Than Fiction last night. It was good. It worked. The ending was appropriate to the movie, and it all worked together.

There was a very different audience than at the Borat movie. There were a lot of old people at the theater last night. They laughed at stupid things like the Coca-Cola let's-pretend-that-we-support-education-and-trick-some-film-student-into-making-us-a-free-commercial commercial about the nature photographer who tries to film monkeys and gets tricked by a monkey offering him Coke and then gets filmed by the monkey who is wearing his hat. I hate that commercial, but not as much as the lonley man movie ticket commercial. That makes me want to choke people.

On a more exciting note, here are some pictures of my cats chasing a laser pointer.

Borat

I saw the Borat movie for the second time today. Hillarious! If you haven't seen it yet, you should go.

People I will leave Ben for:
1. Kevin Smith because he is so hillarious.
2. Sacha Baron Cohen because he is also hillarious and quiet attractive in a yellow banana hammock.

There was totally a third man I'd leave Ben for, but I can't figure out who it was. I know I thought of someone when I went to visit Kayla, but I know that it's not him. I should really figure out who it is.

Also, I want to leave Virginia because it is being intolerant.

Anna in VT - Part 3 - take 2

I totally already wrote this, so this will be even briefer.
Saturday: made french toast, ate Mexican food again, went to Dartmouth art museum, saw exhibit on Aboriginal women's art (basically mythology drawing with lots of dots and lines), and ate again at Kayla's house with some of her VT peoples.



The book someone left at a parking meter on the Dartmouth campus. It says something like Men: Do We Really Need Them? I think it's funny because we weren't on a women's college campus.
Sunday: More eating, shopping in New Hampshire (yay no sales tax), and Kayla taking me to the airport. This picture is of Kayla whacking her camera on her leg. She had to do this to make it work. It makes me giggle because the camera doesn't work because it's experience so much trauma. Irony.

This is what I think Ben did when I was gone. This is an old picture of him (his hair is shorter now). He also apparently threw his stuff willy-nilly around the living room. But, he was a good boy and put his pants in the washing machine instead of leaving them on the living room floor.

My trip to Vermont was awesome and it was really great to spend some time with Kayla. However, it was butt cold and snowed a bit. But, I guess it was worth it. 

Anna in VT - Part 2

Kayla is at the entrance of the grave yard. The flavor grave yard, that is.

If anyone wants to take both of these pictures and merge them into one, Kayla and I would be really appreciative. I guess that's one problem you can have when going on an ice cream factory tour when it's cold and snowing outside . . . there really aren't any people hanging outside volunteering to take your pictures.
After the ice cream tour on Friday, Kayla and I went to go see the Borat movie. Hillarious. I think we also had a good audience for the film. The theater was packed and there was no one there over the age of 25. Also, there were maybe ten girls in the whole theater. We were sitting in the hottest row because we had at least five girls (it was really the highest concentration of estrogen in the theater). After the movie we went to a tex-mex place nearby. It was weak. I told Kayla to go and get salsa for us. She came back with a green and a red salsa. I tried the green, it was good and cilantro-y. The second was red and had a delicious chipotle smoked flavor. Kayla mentioned to me that the red salsa was labeled as triple hot. I could have drank it like a milk shake and not have my mouth heat up. 

Anna in Vermont - part 1

Monday: Training on the InterWrite School Pad at Sandburg. I dislike the middle school Lang. Arts specialists. I made four batches of pumpkin cranberry bread for school
Tuesday: Got to school early to help set up for the kick ass English breakfast. Taught some school, went home, and went out with Ben for his birthday dinner. Mmmm... Cheesecake Factory.
Wednesday: Taught some more. Went out with my team for dinner. Didn't get home until around 8:00 pm and had to do laundry and pack for my trip to Vermont.
Thursday: I left from work at 4:00 pm on Thursday and Peggy, the awesome science teacher, took me to the airport. I arrived in Manchester without incident. Although, when I was packing the night before and freaking out about which bags to bring on the plane with me, Ben suggested that I just bring it in a trash bag. I laughed at him. While eating my burrito and drinking my margarhita (airport food courts have lots of alcohol choices), I see this guy walking in front of me. He's carrying a roll of construction plans and a trash bag full of something. Apparently Ben wasn't totally joking when he suggested trash bags.

Friday: While I almost got to go visit a nuclear power plant with one of Kayla's classes, I was unfortunately forced to go to a seminar on physcians adminitions of sorrow and explainations of why something bad happened to patients. While the nuclear power plant would have been really cool, I enjoyed the lecture.
After the lecture and a delicious free lunch of couscous and vegetables, Kayla and I headed to the Ben and Jerry's factory. We went on the factory tour (interesting), ate a free sample of apple pie ice cream (mmm...), shopped in the gift shop (they have a lock you can put on your pints and pint koozies), and got some more ice cream. I enjoyed pumpkin pie cheesecake ice cream and coconut, almond, chocolate ice cream. Kayla got one of my favorites, oatmeal cookie. She liked it a lot. I had ice cream envy. I still have ice cream envy.

I am sobbing ove the death of ice cream. Okay, I don't really like Ben and Jerry's more than other ice cream, but I thought this would be a good picture.
Kayla is pounding the ground over the loss of chocolate peanut butter cookie dough ice cream. If it had cinnamon in it, she'd pee her pants.
My attempt to take a self portrait of Kayla and I in the B&J lid.
Kayla uses her money arms and gets a slightly more focused shot. 

Things to Know

My camera apparently has a self portrait function. After trying to take bad self portraits with Kayla all weekend, this interesting setting would have been useful. What's up with figuring that out now?

Here's a self portrait I took after learning of this feature.