Armed and probably not at all dangerous

I have some cool ass friends who fully support my bizarre new habit of setting asinine goals for myself, publicly posting said goals, and then demanding they read the gibberish that I have posted.

On Saturday, we had lunch to celebrate my rapid decline towards AARP membership (AKA my 29th birthday) and 2 of my ladies... Melyssa (who shall be known as Weasel in all future posts) and Melissa gave me an awesome necklace AND a shooting lesson at one of the ranges in town. How bad ass is that?! Adventure #1 is damn near in the bag my friends.

Fitzgerald rather unwillingly modeled the necklace for me. Because I wasn't digging the Myspace style in the mirror shots... reluctant Pomeranian seemed to be the next best option.

Also, super exciting is that these two lovely ladies are going accompany me on Adventure #1. Which multiplies the hilarity exponentially by 78, which let me tell you... is a lot of ridiculousness.

There will be pictures, and maybe some video, and probably a lot of those paper men that you shoot holes in... they actually do that right? It's not just a movie thing? I have no idea...

Locked and loaded,
Joanna

Woody Allen is a pervo

I am 1/12th of 1/30th of the way done with THE list! I’m not even going to attempt the “math” required to actually give you a single fraction… But hell… progress is progress, is it not?

Adventure #10: Watch 12 movies (one per month) from Roger Ebert’s list of Greatest Movies.

Rules for Adventure #10 – Movies I have seen before do not count, Schindler’s List must  be one of the 12 movies.

I have discovered that many of the movies on Mr. Ebert's list are not available to stream from Hulu Plus or Netflix. I may have to get the actual DVDs. How very 2009.

So last night I ended up watching Manhattan. Directed by Woody Allen, staring Woody Allen, Mariel Hemingway (Ernest’s granddaughter), Diane Keaton, and Meryl Streep. It was nominated for 2 Academy Awards in 1980.

Best line:

“Hey, I’m honest. What do you want? I say what’s on my mind and if you can’t take it, well then fuck off.” – Mary (played by Diane Keaton) Love her!

The whole movie was full of shots of 1970s era Manhattan which made me realize how much I wanted to visit again. I went on a super awesome trip in 2007 (oddly all my photographic evidence of said trip involves a horse named George and men dressed as toy soldiers) and have wanted to go back ever since (although not specifically because of men dressed as toy soldiers and George the horse).

Me and a horse named George. Seriously I didn't make that up.

Me and some cute little guys outside of FAO Shwartz in NYC

Bottom line… I’m a little weirded out by Woody Allen’s movie about a 42 year old man dating a 17 year old girl. Probably made worse by the fact that in real life he ended up marrying his baby mama's daughter, making him his son's father AND brother-in-law. It's all a little too backwoods Arkansas for me.

Despite the icky old man/teenager sexy time, I give Manhattan 6.5/10* since I dig Diane Keaton and Meryl Streep and Manhattan. 

*Please note... I am not a film critic... I really don't know shit about cinema. So if Woody Allen films get you all excited, don't get your panties all in a knot that I didn't seriously dig this one. I'm sure there are some super important themes and blah blah blah... but I don't give a rat's ass about that stuff... if you creep me out by having sex with your kind of step daughter... I'm probably going to judge the movie you made 12 years before about screwing around with Ernest Hemingway's granddaughter. That is all. 

Huzzah, 
Joanna   

In the beginning there was a birthday and a list...

Today I turn 29... holy. shit.

Feels a little like this...

Now before you start that "Ohmygosh you're still so young!"... "Wait till you hit 50!"... "Girl you've got a whole lot of life before you!" pep talk, let me just say... I am fully aware that being less than a year away from 30 is in no way, shape, or form a tragedy nor does it make me eligible for assisted living or adult diapers. Quite the opposite. And I have, in fact, very much relished in the celebration of the anniversary of my birth or as I oddly refer to it sometimes, Uterine Emancipation Day. I look around at all the freakin' fabulous people in my life and think GODDAMN I'M LUCKY! Seriously.

In the spirit of keeping things interesting. I have concocted a list of 30 tasks adventures that I endeavor to have between now and my next birthday. Remarkably... start a blog is not on the list... but it appears that it will be a side effect of the list nonetheless.

Without further ado... Joanna's 30 before 30 list: 

1. Shoot a gun
2. Finish a quilt 
3. Have a dinner party and use my wedding china
4. Get glasses
5. Sew something I can wear, that is not a costume, start to finish
6. Finish Rosetta Stone Spanish
7. Take ballroom dance classes with Jason
8. Paint/Revamp a piece of furniture
9. Read at least two books off of the Time "10 Greatest Books of All Time" list
10. Watch 12 movies from Roger Ebert's list of Greatest Movies: The First 100
11. Learn how to use power tools
12. Volunteer for 30 hours
13. Learn to play one song on my guitar
14. Add 30 new albums to my vinyl collection
15. Ride a horse
16. Frame and hang 10 new photos
17. Go see a musical
18. Decide on a new go-to cocktail and master the making of it
19. Take the train to Hanford and get ice cream at Superior Dairy
20. Change my last name on EVERYTHING (drivers license, passport, social security card, pay check, bank accounts, etc. etc. etc.
21. Try one new recipe a month
22. Feed a giraffe
23. Donate blood
24. Mail a secret to Post Secret
25. Take a self-defense course
26. Get my wedding dress cleaned and properly stored
27. Sleep under the stars (no tent) for one night
28. Learn to BBQ
29. Buy an original piece of art and hang it in the house
30. Become a REAL baseball fan, completely understand the game and know the history.

So yes... that is my first blog post... you all have one... I read it... now you can read mine... or not... feel free to mock me endlessly in the comments... and I assure you there will be photos of me making a total ass out of myself to follow.

Cheers,
Joanna