When I was little, I thought Laura Branigan was singing about "all the poison in your hair" when she said "all the voices in your head" in her song "Gloria." This was probably my first misheard lyric, but definitely not my last! Throughout the years, I've misheard many lyrics. When "'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy" ("'Scuse me while I kiss the sky" from "Purple Haze") came out, I knew I had to get it. The misheard lyrics in there were hilarious! The author later put out other books called "When a Man Loves a Walnut" and "He's Got the Whole World in His Pants." He did a Christmas version, as well.
Some of the misheard lyrics in these books are classic, such as "The cross-eyed bear that you gave to me" instead of "The cross I bear that you gave to me." ("You Oughta Know," Alanis Morissette)
Aside from the lyrics in "Gloria," I wanted to share some other personally misheard lyrics.
"I say with the sound of matzah": "Mama se mama sa mama coo sah" from "Wanna be Startin' Something" by Michael Jackson
"Say goodbye to my heart tonight": "Take a bite of my heart tonight" from "Animal" by Neon Trees
"Don't look back at this crumb burning fool": "Don't look back at this crumbling fool" from "Take it All" by Adele ("21")
I've misheard lyrics from Broadway shows and Disney movies too. When I had a website about "Rent," I even posted a page of misheard lyrics from the show. (Such as "Happy Europe withdrawal" instead of "half a year of withdrawal" which is from the intro song.) It turned out that I wasn't the only one who misheard lyrics from "Rent."
Here's a website with lots of misheard lyrics.
I'd love to hear your favorite misheard lyrics. Please comment with them. :)
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
She really is a funny girl
Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!
This week, I picked the topic: Which Disney character can you relate to the most? (Or which Disney character is most similar to you?)
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
I kept this topic open to all Disney characters because I didn’t want to limit it to just the “princesses.” However, there is no one I can relate to more than Belle from “Beauty and the Beast.”
The first reason is really obvious. She loves books!!! That was the first thing that I loved about her, aside from her beautiful singing voice. Her passion for books is so strong that she’ll read the same book twice and she’ll walk through the streets while focused intently on the story in her hand. One of my favorite parts of the movie is when the Beast gives her his library. Such a romantic gesture! It reminds me of how my husband supports my love for books and built bigger shelves so I could display more of them. (And I still keep running out of room!) He is also supportive of my blog and everything surrounding it, such as going to meet authors. The gesture also reminds me of the first time I went to the used book store at the library. There must be millions of books there! I felt like the Beast had given me his library by showing me this store.
Another reason I’m like Belle is that I look for inner beauty. Sure, I can recognize if someone is physically attractive. However, if they are ugly on the inside, I want nothing to do with them. (It’s the same way that Belle felt about Gaston.) A person’s true beauty reflects through when they are kind and loving. Looks will fade over time but treating others as you would want to be treated is an eternal value.
Everyone in the town thought Belle was a bit peculiar and that she didn’t fit in with the people in the town, despite her inner and outer beauty. (It seems like they had a problem with her desire to read all the time. If that makes her odd, then that makes a lot of people in this world odd!) I believe that I don’t completely fit in to any one group in particular. I have friends and I get along well with people individually. When it comes to social situations, I tend to stand on the sidelines or on the outskirts of a group. Either I have nothing to say about the topic or I just look like I’m trying to blend in. I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. I didn’t cave into peer pressure when I was younger and wasn’t much of a wild party girl in college. (I even waited till I was 21 to drink alcohol.) I still do other odd things like reading during social situations (such as at baseball games, during my lunch break at work or even when people come over to visit and play games), singing out loud at random times, spacing out (going off into my own little world), etc.
Belle seems to talk about wanting more than a provincial life. She lives in a small town where the routines are the same every day. I live in a suburban area, but in a small town within that area. I love where I live, but I also feel like there's a sense of routine in my life. I try to rise above just going through the motions. While I'm extremely happy with my husband and kids, I also seek out things that make me an individual, as I don't like to lose myself by just being a wife and mother. (I am not one of those moms from 1950's television shows!) Recently, I read a book called "Here, Home, Hope," by Kaira Rouda, that voices aloud the things I'm usually thinking. I feel like I have done that with my book blog, while fostering my love for books at the same time. I'm sure Belle would have a book blog if she were a real person living in the 21st century. :)
There are a few other ways I am like Belle, such as being loyal to and protecting my family, having a stubborn streak and talking to inanimate objects (just kidding about that last part). Overall, she is my favorite Disney character of all time and I’m proud to have so much in common with her!
This week, I picked the topic: Which Disney character can you relate to the most? (Or which Disney character is most similar to you?)
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
I kept this topic open to all Disney characters because I didn’t want to limit it to just the “princesses.” However, there is no one I can relate to more than Belle from “Beauty and the Beast.”
The first reason is really obvious. She loves books!!! That was the first thing that I loved about her, aside from her beautiful singing voice. Her passion for books is so strong that she’ll read the same book twice and she’ll walk through the streets while focused intently on the story in her hand. One of my favorite parts of the movie is when the Beast gives her his library. Such a romantic gesture! It reminds me of how my husband supports my love for books and built bigger shelves so I could display more of them. (And I still keep running out of room!) He is also supportive of my blog and everything surrounding it, such as going to meet authors. The gesture also reminds me of the first time I went to the used book store at the library. There must be millions of books there! I felt like the Beast had given me his library by showing me this store.
Another reason I’m like Belle is that I look for inner beauty. Sure, I can recognize if someone is physically attractive. However, if they are ugly on the inside, I want nothing to do with them. (It’s the same way that Belle felt about Gaston.) A person’s true beauty reflects through when they are kind and loving. Looks will fade over time but treating others as you would want to be treated is an eternal value.
Everyone in the town thought Belle was a bit peculiar and that she didn’t fit in with the people in the town, despite her inner and outer beauty. (It seems like they had a problem with her desire to read all the time. If that makes her odd, then that makes a lot of people in this world odd!) I believe that I don’t completely fit in to any one group in particular. I have friends and I get along well with people individually. When it comes to social situations, I tend to stand on the sidelines or on the outskirts of a group. Either I have nothing to say about the topic or I just look like I’m trying to blend in. I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. I didn’t cave into peer pressure when I was younger and wasn’t much of a wild party girl in college. (I even waited till I was 21 to drink alcohol.) I still do other odd things like reading during social situations (such as at baseball games, during my lunch break at work or even when people come over to visit and play games), singing out loud at random times, spacing out (going off into my own little world), etc.Belle seems to talk about wanting more than a provincial life. She lives in a small town where the routines are the same every day. I live in a suburban area, but in a small town within that area. I love where I live, but I also feel like there's a sense of routine in my life. I try to rise above just going through the motions. While I'm extremely happy with my husband and kids, I also seek out things that make me an individual, as I don't like to lose myself by just being a wife and mother. (I am not one of those moms from 1950's television shows!) Recently, I read a book called "Here, Home, Hope," by Kaira Rouda, that voices aloud the things I'm usually thinking. I feel like I have done that with my book blog, while fostering my love for books at the same time. I'm sure Belle would have a book blog if she were a real person living in the 21st century. :)
There are a few other ways I am like Belle, such as being loyal to and protecting my family, having a stubborn streak and talking to inanimate objects (just kidding about that last part). Overall, she is my favorite Disney character of all time and I’m proud to have so much in common with her!
"For once it might be grand, to have someone understand...I want so much more than they've got planned."
A while ago, Froggie introduced me to some Disney hipster websites. This was one of the pictures on one of the sites:
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Just me and the BSC
When I was 11, I started babysitting for kids outside of my family. It wasn’t always fun and games though. Some kids were complete brats! Then I got the best babysitting job ever, when I was almost 13…for two boys aged one and four (at the time). They were a pleasure to hang out with and we always had fun together (my own boys remind me of them a lot, and not because I’m biased either). My sister and I would tag team babysit and we’d even sing Broadway and Disney songs to them at bedtime. They loved my “kid kit,” as well.
You may have heard the term “kid kit” before. If you read “The Baby-Sitters Club” series (by Ann M. Martin), you would definitely know what it is. It’s basically a box of fun activities to bring with when babysitting. Kids get bored of their own toys and books sometimes (I know this for a fact) and “kid kits” offer variety and entertainment. I not only have the BSC to thank for that, but also for entertaining me and taking me on armchair adventures throughout my youth.
The members of The Baby-Sitters Club (or BSC) were my best fictional friends during my adolescent years. I started reading the books from the beginning, when Kristy first came up with her great idea and invited Mary Anne, Claudia and Stacey to join her in this endeavor. Soon more babysitters joined the pack, with the addition of Dawn and later Mallory and Jessi. (I found out that someone named Abby joined after I stopped reading the books.) The BSC dealt with real issues and also gave great babysitting tips, making their jobs look effortless in the process.
The best BSC books were when they would go on these fabulous vacations, which usually entailed lots of trips to amusement parks. I enjoyed living vicariously through their fun adventures and loved when each chapter of the book had a different character sharing their thoughts about the trip. Sometimes it would take place in a regular series book where it would focus on just one of the characters’ perspectives (i.e. “Boy Crazy Stacey”). Sometimes the characters would find a boyfriend and other times they would learn something new about themselves. I also enjoyed the book where they went to NYC and saw a Broadway show and ate at Hard Rock Café. I’m not much of a NY person these days, but I had never been there when I was younger and got to enjoy the trip using my imagination.
My favorite character was Mary Anne. I felt like I could relate to her the most and I also enjoyed living vicariously through her when she and Logan got together. He seemed like a sweet guy and I was definitely jealous of her good fortune at the time, but I still cheered on their relationship.
There was a TV series about the books for a while. I even enjoyed watching those because they had good casting choices and stayed true to the books. I tried watching the movie once but didn’t like the cast as much and gave up watching after a short period of time. (That was just this past spring; I’m not ashamed to admit! I was hoping it would take me back to my youth, but it just didn’t work for me.)
I’m hoping the BSC will still be around (even as used old copies of the books) when my daughter reaches adolescence. I’d love to introduce her to the fictional friends of my youth because they never age and can be around for future generations. I also would love to see a reunion novel for women my age that grew up with the BSC. That would be fun and I’m sure they’d go on at least one vacation throughout the story. When I was younger, it was my “comfort food” in the same way that “Full House” was, and still is. (Is it a coincidence that the characters on that show also got to go on fun adventures all the time?)
I even admitted recently that the BSC is a guilty pleasure of mine because I’d gladly read a BSC book (or two or three) as an adult, just to go back to simpler times. Especially now that the kids I loved babysitting for the most are adults (and one is even married). And while I’ve never made a “kid kit” for my own kids, I enjoy seeing their surprised looks when I show them toys from my past (such as the ones my parents brought over recently). However, I’m now inspired to make a “kid kit” for when we go on our next vacation. And I hope I can find a babysitter who can watch them consistently and who they will like as much as my sister and I liked our regular sitter (when we were kids) and who will like them as much as I liked my favorite “charges.”
You may have heard the term “kid kit” before. If you read “The Baby-Sitters Club” series (by Ann M. Martin), you would definitely know what it is. It’s basically a box of fun activities to bring with when babysitting. Kids get bored of their own toys and books sometimes (I know this for a fact) and “kid kits” offer variety and entertainment. I not only have the BSC to thank for that, but also for entertaining me and taking me on armchair adventures throughout my youth.
The members of The Baby-Sitters Club (or BSC) were my best fictional friends during my adolescent years. I started reading the books from the beginning, when Kristy first came up with her great idea and invited Mary Anne, Claudia and Stacey to join her in this endeavor. Soon more babysitters joined the pack, with the addition of Dawn and later Mallory and Jessi. (I found out that someone named Abby joined after I stopped reading the books.) The BSC dealt with real issues and also gave great babysitting tips, making their jobs look effortless in the process.
The best BSC books were when they would go on these fabulous vacations, which usually entailed lots of trips to amusement parks. I enjoyed living vicariously through their fun adventures and loved when each chapter of the book had a different character sharing their thoughts about the trip. Sometimes it would take place in a regular series book where it would focus on just one of the characters’ perspectives (i.e. “Boy Crazy Stacey”). Sometimes the characters would find a boyfriend and other times they would learn something new about themselves. I also enjoyed the book where they went to NYC and saw a Broadway show and ate at Hard Rock Café. I’m not much of a NY person these days, but I had never been there when I was younger and got to enjoy the trip using my imagination.
My favorite character was Mary Anne. I felt like I could relate to her the most and I also enjoyed living vicariously through her when she and Logan got together. He seemed like a sweet guy and I was definitely jealous of her good fortune at the time, but I still cheered on their relationship.
There was a TV series about the books for a while. I even enjoyed watching those because they had good casting choices and stayed true to the books. I tried watching the movie once but didn’t like the cast as much and gave up watching after a short period of time. (That was just this past spring; I’m not ashamed to admit! I was hoping it would take me back to my youth, but it just didn’t work for me.)
I’m hoping the BSC will still be around (even as used old copies of the books) when my daughter reaches adolescence. I’d love to introduce her to the fictional friends of my youth because they never age and can be around for future generations. I also would love to see a reunion novel for women my age that grew up with the BSC. That would be fun and I’m sure they’d go on at least one vacation throughout the story. When I was younger, it was my “comfort food” in the same way that “Full House” was, and still is. (Is it a coincidence that the characters on that show also got to go on fun adventures all the time?)
I even admitted recently that the BSC is a guilty pleasure of mine because I’d gladly read a BSC book (or two or three) as an adult, just to go back to simpler times. Especially now that the kids I loved babysitting for the most are adults (and one is even married). And while I’ve never made a “kid kit” for my own kids, I enjoy seeing their surprised looks when I show them toys from my past (such as the ones my parents brought over recently). However, I’m now inspired to make a “kid kit” for when we go on our next vacation. And I hope I can find a babysitter who can watch them consistently and who they will like as much as my sister and I liked our regular sitter (when we were kids) and who will like them as much as I liked my favorite “charges.”
Friday, July 22, 2011
Funny Friday-7/22-A piece of flair
As you may or may not already know, I love the movie "Office Space." I saw it around the time a temp assignment of mine was ending and it reminded me so much of all the crazy office politics and shenanigans that went on there. I was laughing so hard. I just kept watching it all the time and eventually remembering the great lines. I thought about this movie again this week, as I was reading "Confessions of a Call Center Gal" by Lisa Lim. In my review of the book, I called it the chick lit version of "Office Space" for a new generation. In honor of this movie, I want to share my top 5 favorite things about it. (Spoiler alert for those of you who haven't seen it. And if you admit this to me, I shall send home with an assignment to watch it immediately!)
1. Milton! He is what makes "Office Space" the comic genius that it still is over 10 years later! He was originated from an animated short on MTV's "Liquid TV" and the live personification in this movie was even better than I ever thought possible. From guarding his stapler to not getting a slice of cake, Milton is just a classic movie character. And my husband does a fabulous impersonation of him.2. Pieces of flair. I used to work at a certain pancake restaurant that I have now been boycotting for 15 years. I wanted to work at TGI Fridays or Ed Debevic's at the time because then I could express my individuality. Instead, I had to wear this ugly dress that did not cover my arms enough to keep me from sustaining burns from hot plates. So I would dress up my outfit with decorative buttons and stylish scrunchies in my hair (this was the 90's, after all). This display was frowned upon by restaurant management, but it was a stupid summer job that I hated and I was going to wear my flair for as long as I could get away with it! Eventually, one of the managers said he liked one of the buttons I was wearing. Anyway, I loved the whole flair concept in this movie and how Jen Aniston's character, Joanna, eventually got fed up with the bureaucracy of Chotchkie's and gave him the two finger salute to show her opinion of "flair." Classic!
3. Peter getting a new attitude. Until the last time I saw this movie, I did not know that Peter actually fell under some sort of hypnosis (prior to the hypnotist having a heart attack) that changed his attitude about work and life. I love how he become all outspoken and told the job auditor guys how it really was, only to be rewarded for his candidness. I love when they have the whole "Damn, it feels good to be a gangster" montage.
4. "Jumping to Conclusions" mat. The brainchild of Tom Smykowski who is dismissed from his job for not being relevant enough to the company and then tries to kill himself but gets a large settlement from an accident instead and uses it to fund his "invention.""It was a "Jump to Conclusions" mat. You see, it would be this mat that you would put on the floor... and would have different CONCLUSIONS written on it that you could JUMP TO. "
5. The Lumbergh dream. Someone tells Peter that Joanna used to go out with Lumbergh. He is disgusted by this and even confronts her about it, getting them even further into a big fight that started after he told her about his money laundering scheme. He has a dream where Lumbergh is holding a woman's leg up while getting intimate with her and saying his usual shtick ("yeah...that would be great..."), then stopping midway to ask Peter if he put a cover sheet on the TPS report. Hilarious!
There are so many other funny things about this movie that I would need at least five more "top five" posts to cover them all!
This is an interesting article about the actors in "Office Space." Enjoy! And don't forget to shut down your computers before you get caught by your boss and requested to work on your days off. Have a great weekend!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Shall we dance?
Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!
This week, Moma Rock picked the topic: What is one of the biggest regrets in your life?
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
During my high school years, there were many opportunities to attend dances. Homecoming was in the fall, turnabout was in the winter and prom (for at least my last two years) was in the spring. However, I managed to go through high school without attending so much as one of these dances. I think my biggest regret was missing out on my last chance to attend a dance...senior prom.
I can't say that it wasn't without trying though. I did ask some guys to attend these dances with me. Of course, I was wearing some sort of guy repellant at the time and couldn't so much as snag one date. I probably cursed myself by almost going to the BBYO Invite dance freshman year and then backing out last minute because I found out that the guy was a total jerk (if I hadn't already figured that out from the one date we tried to go on that was completely awkward and horrible). When I was in Student Council, we had to decorate for the Homecoming and Turnabout dances. It gave me pangs of jealousy to see the lists of couples that were attending each time. However, I probably could have gone to prom with someone who is special to me, had I let go of certain inhibitions I possessed.
Before I go on, I want to mention that there was an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" where the fabulous five friends crash a high school prom to hear a band play there. Robin mentions how she never went to her prom, which I can definitely relate to. She and Lily end up sneaking in with two geeky guys who have no dates and later try to get fresh with the women who are pretending to be their dates. Then the guys come to the rescue and they get to dance together. (And Barney in a turtle costume is priceless!)
I met "Will" when he was a freshman and I was a senior. I was assistant teaching Theater Arts class during my free hour and he happened to be in that class. We were shy around each other at first, but then he joined the Forensics team and we became instant friends. At the time, I did not know he was gay. He may have known but wasn't ready to acknowledge it yet. He made my senior year a lot brighter with his smile and laugh. At the time, it was taboo for seniors to hang out with freshman. My friends weren't supportive of it either. The one toxic friend thought that she was above hanging out with freshmen, even though she was a sophomore and my other friends and I were seniors. My sister was also a freshman and also friends with "Will," so it bothered me how prejudiced my friends were about age. While I was not prejudiced about age, I also knew that asking a freshman to prom would carry some stigma that I wasn't "cool enough" to support. If a popular senior had asked a freshman to prom, it would have been all the rage. Alas, that was not my fate in high school. Had I let go of my inhibitions and asked "Will" to go as friends, I think we would have had a fun time dancing and hanging out. My mom would have fulfilled her fantasy of going dress shopping with me, as well. (Although, she did help me find the dress for the Invite dance I didn't attend, but I used it for other formal events.) And I would have had the chance to experience my high school prom.
Instead of going to prom that year, I ended up going to Slugger's (a sports bar that had fun games downstairs) with a few of my friends (unfortunately the toxic friend came too). Then we had dinner at Chili's (this was prior to me keeping Kosher). A few things annoyed me that night...toxic friend's presence because she was just so obnoxious (and not leaving a tip at dinner for no reason), another friend's boyfriend showing up at dinner (I hated him) and one of my close friends getting mad at me because toxic friend somehow convinced her that I was being mean to her (even though toxic friend was playing with my radio in the car, which was rude). I probably would have been better off just working that night or curling up in bed with a good book. Ironically enough, I went to a Bar Mitzvah that same weekend and hung out with a guy even younger than Will (he was still in junior high). If being a cougar had been "in" at the time, I would have been really cool.
Flash forward six years. A past friend (the one who dropped off the face of the planet) invited me to her wedding. She knew that I had just broken up with the guy I had been seeing for a while and still invited me with a guest anyway. By this time, "Will" had already come out of the closet and I decided to do the "My Best Friend's Wedding" thing and invite him as my "plus one." (Oddly enough, there's an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" about inviting a date to a wedding and all the etiquette surrounding such a delicate topic.) This time, I had no inhibitions as we were both adults and we went dancing all the time at gay clubs. He instantly said yes and we had a great time hanging out together. Between the ceremony and the reception, there were a few hours to kill, so we went to McDonald's for lunch (prior to me giving that up for health and Kosher reasons) and then to the Enchanted Castle (indoor amusement park...like a kiddie Dave and Buster's) to play games for a while. We were all decked out in formal wear while playing an aggressive game of air hockey. It was really funny! When we got to the reception, we were placed at this table in the far back with these two boring guys and their parents (because they were apparently the only single guys at this wedding). We kept each other entertained and bided our time till the dancing started (at Catholic weddings, they wait till the entire meal is done before even starting the first dance...at least it was that way at the ones I've attended). Then we had a blast dancing the night away. It definitely made up for me not asking him to prom and we were also able to legally drink by then.
I fulfilled my mom's dress shopping fantasy when my wedding came around, so that made up for all the high school dances I didn't attend. The regret wasn't just about missing out on a rite of passage during my teen years, but also that I didn't have enough integrity to stand up for what I wanted and believed and to say "just screw it" to everyone I already didn't like anyway by just going to a dance with someone I actually did (and still do) care about and who is still one of my closest friends. I would have even asked him in front of most of my friends and the annoying jerks they hung out with, just to show them I could, had I been less afraid of what people would think at that time. If "Will" and I were in our respective years of high school in current times, I would have thrown caution to the wind and invited him to prom without even giving it a second thought. I'm in a different place in my life these days, so it's easy for me to say that now. I'm glad "Will" got to go to his own prom eventually though. At least he didn't miss out the way I did.
This week, Moma Rock picked the topic: What is one of the biggest regrets in your life?
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
During my high school years, there were many opportunities to attend dances. Homecoming was in the fall, turnabout was in the winter and prom (for at least my last two years) was in the spring. However, I managed to go through high school without attending so much as one of these dances. I think my biggest regret was missing out on my last chance to attend a dance...senior prom.
I can't say that it wasn't without trying though. I did ask some guys to attend these dances with me. Of course, I was wearing some sort of guy repellant at the time and couldn't so much as snag one date. I probably cursed myself by almost going to the BBYO Invite dance freshman year and then backing out last minute because I found out that the guy was a total jerk (if I hadn't already figured that out from the one date we tried to go on that was completely awkward and horrible). When I was in Student Council, we had to decorate for the Homecoming and Turnabout dances. It gave me pangs of jealousy to see the lists of couples that were attending each time. However, I probably could have gone to prom with someone who is special to me, had I let go of certain inhibitions I possessed.
Before I go on, I want to mention that there was an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" where the fabulous five friends crash a high school prom to hear a band play there. Robin mentions how she never went to her prom, which I can definitely relate to. She and Lily end up sneaking in with two geeky guys who have no dates and later try to get fresh with the women who are pretending to be their dates. Then the guys come to the rescue and they get to dance together. (And Barney in a turtle costume is priceless!)
I met "Will" when he was a freshman and I was a senior. I was assistant teaching Theater Arts class during my free hour and he happened to be in that class. We were shy around each other at first, but then he joined the Forensics team and we became instant friends. At the time, I did not know he was gay. He may have known but wasn't ready to acknowledge it yet. He made my senior year a lot brighter with his smile and laugh. At the time, it was taboo for seniors to hang out with freshman. My friends weren't supportive of it either. The one toxic friend thought that she was above hanging out with freshmen, even though she was a sophomore and my other friends and I were seniors. My sister was also a freshman and also friends with "Will," so it bothered me how prejudiced my friends were about age. While I was not prejudiced about age, I also knew that asking a freshman to prom would carry some stigma that I wasn't "cool enough" to support. If a popular senior had asked a freshman to prom, it would have been all the rage. Alas, that was not my fate in high school. Had I let go of my inhibitions and asked "Will" to go as friends, I think we would have had a fun time dancing and hanging out. My mom would have fulfilled her fantasy of going dress shopping with me, as well. (Although, she did help me find the dress for the Invite dance I didn't attend, but I used it for other formal events.) And I would have had the chance to experience my high school prom.
Instead of going to prom that year, I ended up going to Slugger's (a sports bar that had fun games downstairs) with a few of my friends (unfortunately the toxic friend came too). Then we had dinner at Chili's (this was prior to me keeping Kosher). A few things annoyed me that night...toxic friend's presence because she was just so obnoxious (and not leaving a tip at dinner for no reason), another friend's boyfriend showing up at dinner (I hated him) and one of my close friends getting mad at me because toxic friend somehow convinced her that I was being mean to her (even though toxic friend was playing with my radio in the car, which was rude). I probably would have been better off just working that night or curling up in bed with a good book. Ironically enough, I went to a Bar Mitzvah that same weekend and hung out with a guy even younger than Will (he was still in junior high). If being a cougar had been "in" at the time, I would have been really cool.
Flash forward six years. A past friend (the one who dropped off the face of the planet) invited me to her wedding. She knew that I had just broken up with the guy I had been seeing for a while and still invited me with a guest anyway. By this time, "Will" had already come out of the closet and I decided to do the "My Best Friend's Wedding" thing and invite him as my "plus one." (Oddly enough, there's an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" about inviting a date to a wedding and all the etiquette surrounding such a delicate topic.) This time, I had no inhibitions as we were both adults and we went dancing all the time at gay clubs. He instantly said yes and we had a great time hanging out together. Between the ceremony and the reception, there were a few hours to kill, so we went to McDonald's for lunch (prior to me giving that up for health and Kosher reasons) and then to the Enchanted Castle (indoor amusement park...like a kiddie Dave and Buster's) to play games for a while. We were all decked out in formal wear while playing an aggressive game of air hockey. It was really funny! When we got to the reception, we were placed at this table in the far back with these two boring guys and their parents (because they were apparently the only single guys at this wedding). We kept each other entertained and bided our time till the dancing started (at Catholic weddings, they wait till the entire meal is done before even starting the first dance...at least it was that way at the ones I've attended). Then we had a blast dancing the night away. It definitely made up for me not asking him to prom and we were also able to legally drink by then.
I fulfilled my mom's dress shopping fantasy when my wedding came around, so that made up for all the high school dances I didn't attend. The regret wasn't just about missing out on a rite of passage during my teen years, but also that I didn't have enough integrity to stand up for what I wanted and believed and to say "just screw it" to everyone I already didn't like anyway by just going to a dance with someone I actually did (and still do) care about and who is still one of my closest friends. I would have even asked him in front of most of my friends and the annoying jerks they hung out with, just to show them I could, had I been less afraid of what people would think at that time. If "Will" and I were in our respective years of high school in current times, I would have thrown caution to the wind and invited him to prom without even giving it a second thought. I'm in a different place in my life these days, so it's easy for me to say that now. I'm glad "Will" got to go to his own prom eventually though. At least he didn't miss out the way I did.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Funny Friday-7/15-Simply Arresting
Before "How I Met Your Mother" came along, there was an incredibly funny show on TV called "Arrested Development." Like with HIMYM, I got on the AD bandwagon a little later than I should have. So my development with this show was a bit arrested! My husband and I rented the DVDs and would watch one episode after another, having a marathon. We could not stop laughing either. Sadly, this show was cancelled halfway through season three.
I wanted to share with you some of the stuff that made me laugh the most from this show. If you have seen it and are a die-hard fan, laugh along with me. If you haven't, maybe some of this will spark a newfound interest and you'll want to add it to your Netflix queue.
I wanted to share with you some of the stuff that made me laugh the most from this show. If you have seen it and are a die-hard fan, laugh along with me. If you haven't, maybe some of this will spark a newfound interest and you'll want to add it to your Netflix queue.
My Favorite Funny "Arrested Development" quotes, topics, etc.
George Michael: I have Pop-Pop in the attic.
Michael: The mere fact that you refer to it as 'pop-pop' tells me you're not ready.
Buster: Chickens don't clap!
George: There's money in the banana stand.
Maeby (niece) and Michael (uncle) singing "Afternoon Delight" on stage together.
Tobias: I'm afraid I just 'blue' myself.
Analrapist=A-nahl-rapist (analyst and therapist)
Mrs. Featherbottom:
"Would you like a banger in the mouth?
Jumping from the stairs into the living room with an umbrella and getting injured
She-male (Sha-mah-lee)
Hot ham water
Buster: We have unlimited juice?!? This party is going to be off the hook!
Annyong
"You're a crook, Captain Hook!"
Mr. F!
Justice is blind
Bob Loblaw (sounds like blah blah blah)
Buster: Sister's my new mother, mother.
HOOP
Gene Parmesean: Were you looking for me?
Lucille: *Screaming*
The other Lucille: It's our nausea
Franklin the puppet
Ice: Bounty hunter and caterer
Gob: Who is Hermano?
Banana-grabber
The cornballer
Gob: They're not tricks, they're illusions.
Wayne Jarvis: I'll just duck behind the couch.
I've made a huge mistake.
Les Cousins Dangereux
Lucille: I don't understand the question and I won't respond to it.
Kitty: Take a good look because it's the last time you'll be seeing these!
George Michael: What a fun, sexy time for you!
Feel free to share your favorite AD memories!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Some people really need a license...
Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!
This week, Froggie picked the topic: If you could rid the world of something, what would it be?
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
When I was in college, I read "A Child Called It" by Dave Pelzer. At the time, I was nowhere even close to being a mother, but it burned me up inside. I was furious at the mother for treating her son that way. If I were to read it now (which I couldn't even bring myself to do, even out of morbid curiosity), I would be tempted to go to their house and find some way to torture the mother for what she did to her son. In more recent years, I came across a site called badbreeders.net. It's a listing of articles pertaining to extreme child abuse cases. And even more recently, I've been hearing about the Casey Anthony case and how she should have been found guilty of murdering her daughter but wasn't convicted of that crime.
If you don't know what I'm getting at by now, it's that I want to rid the world of people who abuse and/or kill children. I'm not just speaking as a mom but also as a rational and compassionate human being. Along those lines, I'd also like to rid the world of people who commit domestic violence toward their spouses and people who abuse and/or kill animals for the sheer cruelty of it. (I'm not getting into the ethics of meat eating, but since I keep Kosher, I know that at least the meat I consume is where the animal is being killed in a humane way...gotta love the irony there.)
This brings me to the topic of licenses. People need a license to operate a vehicle and sometimes other heavy machinery. People also need a license to get married. With such licenses come great responsibility. (Spider-Man would be proud.) Unfortunately, people don't always take such care with the license they are given. People text and/or drink and drive. People drive like maniacs and have major road rage, purposely running down someone in their path. I liken this to people who receive a marriage license but use it to put their spouse through all sorts of hell. Whenever I'm in the bathroom at work or around my community, I always see signs for JCADA: Jewish Coalition Against Domestic Abuse. They point out that men are not immune to being abused either (case in point, the story about the woman mutilating her husband's genetalia recently). It always saddens me to see the looks of hopelessness on the abuse victims faces (even though they may just be models posing for an ad for all I know). It irks me that someone could just knowingly hurt another person. I recently read about men who force their wives to get pregnant to take control of their lives. Some will even impregnate their wives and then force them to get an abortion and then repeat the cycle all over again. Sickening! The license that one gets in order to get married is basically something you fill out in a clerk's office and then file in order to be legally married. Anyone could do this really. It doesn't involve a "road test" either. I think there should be a psychological test or an evaluation from a psychologist in order to get married. I would have willingly undergone such a test if it meant that domestic abusers would be stopped before they could go on to terrorize, victimize, hurt (physically, emotionally, or sexually) or possibly kill their spouses.
Before I get back to the original topic, I also want to bring up animal abuse again. I see ads for the ASPCA (either that or the Humane Society) talking about how people abuse their pets. I can't even watch those ads because they are so sad. I remember how we got some of our dogs...their previous owners were abusive to them. I don't remember all the details with our first dog, but I believe she was neglected and ended up in the middle of the road. My late paternal grandfather saved her and gave her to my parents. There was a whole court battle for custody of the dog from the original owners, but they gave up after a little while. The beagle I got when I was 12 was found by his neighbor because his owner had left him outside for long periods of time in the heat without any water. Years later, my (now) husband alerted me to a story about someone barbecuing a kitten. I was so upset over that imagery for days! I hear of other horrible animal cruelty stories from time to time and it just leads me to hate each person who has ever harmed an animal just for the fun of it. I don't even want to get into the piercing story I heard recently. I think people should have a license to adopt pets, even if they pick up a stray from the street. People wanting a pet should also undergo psychological testing in order to qualify for such a license.
Back to where I started from....child abuse! People who want to be parents should undergo a series of psychological tests and go through a bunch of hoops in order to be allowed to so much as conceive. If they did not have a license, they would have to forfeit the rights of parenting to someone more qualified and deserving. Again, I would have gladly been subjected to these tests if it meant that even one child would be saved from a life of torture or possibly even be saved from being murdered because everyone had to undergo such tests in order to receive a parenting license. It disgusts me that some people are able to conceive and give birth to a healthy child, but then throw that child against a wall or shake them when they're an infant. It's absolutely horrendous and it makes me furious beyond belief! And don't even get me started about sexual abuse of children. So unbelievably disgusting!!! I hear of people all the time who are unable to conceive and would provide a loving home for a child, while instead some other poor child is born to someone who sees nothing wrong with stubbing out cigarettes on their skin or giving them tattoos...or worse.
If we were able to rid the world of anyone who had a child without a license and then gave the child to deserving parents who couldn't have children of their own, this world would be a much better place. Toss out the people who wed without such licenses and went on to abuse their spouse, while other nice guys and girls (who aren't having much luck in the dating pool because they're just too nice) are waiting with open arms to treat the abuse victim like gold. And then add to the pile the pet owners who don't have this license and make their dogs live in cages all day long with no food or water while other people would gladly take those same dogs on walks and give them a nice steak bone as an extra special treat. (I'm not saying that being able to conceive or having luck in the dating pool is the same as adopting a pet, but I also would rather see animal adoption facilities only let licensed people adopt pets in my ideal world.) Everyone (including animals) should have the right to live in a world where their health, dignity, safety and overall happiness are not compromised. Therefore, I would love to rid the world of abusive people, one disgusting scumbag at a time! And a license system would be a good way to start this riddance process once and for all!
This week, Froggie picked the topic: If you could rid the world of something, what would it be?
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
When I was in college, I read "A Child Called It" by Dave Pelzer. At the time, I was nowhere even close to being a mother, but it burned me up inside. I was furious at the mother for treating her son that way. If I were to read it now (which I couldn't even bring myself to do, even out of morbid curiosity), I would be tempted to go to their house and find some way to torture the mother for what she did to her son. In more recent years, I came across a site called badbreeders.net. It's a listing of articles pertaining to extreme child abuse cases. And even more recently, I've been hearing about the Casey Anthony case and how she should have been found guilty of murdering her daughter but wasn't convicted of that crime.
If you don't know what I'm getting at by now, it's that I want to rid the world of people who abuse and/or kill children. I'm not just speaking as a mom but also as a rational and compassionate human being. Along those lines, I'd also like to rid the world of people who commit domestic violence toward their spouses and people who abuse and/or kill animals for the sheer cruelty of it. (I'm not getting into the ethics of meat eating, but since I keep Kosher, I know that at least the meat I consume is where the animal is being killed in a humane way...gotta love the irony there.)
This brings me to the topic of licenses. People need a license to operate a vehicle and sometimes other heavy machinery. People also need a license to get married. With such licenses come great responsibility. (Spider-Man would be proud.) Unfortunately, people don't always take such care with the license they are given. People text and/or drink and drive. People drive like maniacs and have major road rage, purposely running down someone in their path. I liken this to people who receive a marriage license but use it to put their spouse through all sorts of hell. Whenever I'm in the bathroom at work or around my community, I always see signs for JCADA: Jewish Coalition Against Domestic Abuse. They point out that men are not immune to being abused either (case in point, the story about the woman mutilating her husband's genetalia recently). It always saddens me to see the looks of hopelessness on the abuse victims faces (even though they may just be models posing for an ad for all I know). It irks me that someone could just knowingly hurt another person. I recently read about men who force their wives to get pregnant to take control of their lives. Some will even impregnate their wives and then force them to get an abortion and then repeat the cycle all over again. Sickening! The license that one gets in order to get married is basically something you fill out in a clerk's office and then file in order to be legally married. Anyone could do this really. It doesn't involve a "road test" either. I think there should be a psychological test or an evaluation from a psychologist in order to get married. I would have willingly undergone such a test if it meant that domestic abusers would be stopped before they could go on to terrorize, victimize, hurt (physically, emotionally, or sexually) or possibly kill their spouses.
Before I get back to the original topic, I also want to bring up animal abuse again. I see ads for the ASPCA (either that or the Humane Society) talking about how people abuse their pets. I can't even watch those ads because they are so sad. I remember how we got some of our dogs...their previous owners were abusive to them. I don't remember all the details with our first dog, but I believe she was neglected and ended up in the middle of the road. My late paternal grandfather saved her and gave her to my parents. There was a whole court battle for custody of the dog from the original owners, but they gave up after a little while. The beagle I got when I was 12 was found by his neighbor because his owner had left him outside for long periods of time in the heat without any water. Years later, my (now) husband alerted me to a story about someone barbecuing a kitten. I was so upset over that imagery for days! I hear of other horrible animal cruelty stories from time to time and it just leads me to hate each person who has ever harmed an animal just for the fun of it. I don't even want to get into the piercing story I heard recently. I think people should have a license to adopt pets, even if they pick up a stray from the street. People wanting a pet should also undergo psychological testing in order to qualify for such a license.
Back to where I started from....child abuse! People who want to be parents should undergo a series of psychological tests and go through a bunch of hoops in order to be allowed to so much as conceive. If they did not have a license, they would have to forfeit the rights of parenting to someone more qualified and deserving. Again, I would have gladly been subjected to these tests if it meant that even one child would be saved from a life of torture or possibly even be saved from being murdered because everyone had to undergo such tests in order to receive a parenting license. It disgusts me that some people are able to conceive and give birth to a healthy child, but then throw that child against a wall or shake them when they're an infant. It's absolutely horrendous and it makes me furious beyond belief! And don't even get me started about sexual abuse of children. So unbelievably disgusting!!! I hear of people all the time who are unable to conceive and would provide a loving home for a child, while instead some other poor child is born to someone who sees nothing wrong with stubbing out cigarettes on their skin or giving them tattoos...or worse.
If we were able to rid the world of anyone who had a child without a license and then gave the child to deserving parents who couldn't have children of their own, this world would be a much better place. Toss out the people who wed without such licenses and went on to abuse their spouse, while other nice guys and girls (who aren't having much luck in the dating pool because they're just too nice) are waiting with open arms to treat the abuse victim like gold. And then add to the pile the pet owners who don't have this license and make their dogs live in cages all day long with no food or water while other people would gladly take those same dogs on walks and give them a nice steak bone as an extra special treat. (I'm not saying that being able to conceive or having luck in the dating pool is the same as adopting a pet, but I also would rather see animal adoption facilities only let licensed people adopt pets in my ideal world.) Everyone (including animals) should have the right to live in a world where their health, dignity, safety and overall happiness are not compromised. Therefore, I would love to rid the world of abusive people, one disgusting scumbag at a time! And a license system would be a good way to start this riddance process once and for all!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Funny Friday-7/8/11-"That's nice...MOM!"
During my college years, I got into "Mystery Science Theater 3000," also known as "MST3K." It started with a friend from "Rocky Horror" introducing me to "Manos, Hands of Fate." (Oddly enough, I was watching an old episode of "How I Met Your Mother" and this movie was referenced as the worst film ever made.) I think there were some other movies on that same video he gave me. In college, I found friends who also liked the show and we'd get together to watch it. It's a show about this guy trapped on a spaceship and forced to watch cheesy movies with two robots. Then they would act out scenes during the few little breaks they had.
MST3K is like "Rocky Horror" in that people (or robots) are making fun of the movie as it is playing. The timing has to be just right for the most part, in order for it to really be funny. There are some classic jokes though. What I remember standing out most during my MST3K phase was "Mr. B Natural." I saw it quite a few times with my college friends and we'd joke about it a lot. I wanted to share it with you today.
MST3K is like "Rocky Horror" in that people (or robots) are making fun of the movie as it is playing. The timing has to be just right for the most part, in order for it to really be funny. There are some classic jokes though. What I remember standing out most during my MST3K phase was "Mr. B Natural." I saw it quite a few times with my college friends and we'd joke about it a lot. I wanted to share it with you today.
Side note: If "Mr. B Natural" were modernized, I could totally see Chris Colfer (Kurt from "Glee") playing the musical boy-wonder. I know the part was originally played by a woman, but he has the impish face and the voice to pull off the role perfectly.
As an homage to this show, my friends and I would have "bad movie nights" where we'd make fun of movies that were MST3K worthy. One was "Jack Frost," about a snowman that kills people. There was another movie called "Pin," based on the novel by Andrew Neiderman. The acting was so bad it would have been a crime not to make fun of it.
Nowadays, my husband and I will make snide remarks during movies. It enhances the movie watching experience for us. Even if we like the movie, we'll still comment the whole time. I guess old habits are hard to break. (And he didn't even watch MST3K during its prime!) There were times I'd come up with a witty line and my husband would be cracking up. He's also made me laugh with his lines. I think it would be fun to bring back the "bad movie nights" even in a different town. Maybe there will be friends out here who would enjoy making fun of cheesy films too. One can only hope...
As an homage to this show, my friends and I would have "bad movie nights" where we'd make fun of movies that were MST3K worthy. One was "Jack Frost," about a snowman that kills people. There was another movie called "Pin," based on the novel by Andrew Neiderman. The acting was so bad it would have been a crime not to make fun of it.
Nowadays, my husband and I will make snide remarks during movies. It enhances the movie watching experience for us. Even if we like the movie, we'll still comment the whole time. I guess old habits are hard to break. (And he didn't even watch MST3K during its prime!) There were times I'd come up with a witty line and my husband would be cracking up. He's also made me laugh with his lines. I think it would be fun to bring back the "bad movie nights" even in a different town. Maybe there will be friends out here who would enjoy making fun of cheesy films too. One can only hope...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Not much fun in the sun...
Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!
This week, Mom of Many picked the topic: Share your worst vacation experience.
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
As soon as Mom of Many posted this topic, I knew exactly what I would talk about. And it wasn't the time we spent in the pukemobile in Florida.
Shortly after I graduated college, I went to Las Vegas with my family. Mind you, I normally love Vegas. However, the last time I had been there was with my first boyfriend, who was no longer in the picture. It did bring back memories though. I was also still dating the guy my mom didn't like, and missed him while we were on this trip, which didn't help matters. What made it worse was that we kept spending time with some other people around my age. First of all, I had no job lined up yet and they were established in their jobs. Second, I was dating someone my mom clearly didn't like and she would remind me of this often, either directly or subtly. So when these attractive looking couples were not traveling with their parents in their mid-20's and making out in front of me all the time....let's just say I wanted the floor to swallow me up whole. My dad's friend was a high roller, so he took care of most of the expenses on the trip. We got to go to some really nice restaurants, as a result. That made up for some of the anxiety I was feeling, at least.
The icing on the cake was my dad's friend booking us on an ATV adventure in the desert. He had found it on the Internet and it was being led by a rather skeevy looking guy. Thanks to a go-karting incident at overnight camp in 1988 (11 years ago at this point), I was freaked out at the idea of driving an ATV by myself. So I got stuck riding with skeevy guy. The only consolation was that he smelled good. At one point, my dad had the kind of accident that only I would have had. He was okay, thankfully, but he gave us quite a scare. The skeevy guy also pulled out a gun at one point. Apparently it was used for killing dangerous animals, but it freaked us out! I had put sunscreen on, but apparently didn't do a good enough job. By the time we got back to our hotel, my shoulders were completely red and blistery. It was so painful. I couldn't even enjoy the rest of my time in Vegas because I was so miserable. To make it worse, one of the guys with us decided to pat my shoulder for some reason, but it was pretty much like a slap to my sunburn. On the flight home, we were all squished together so anytime my dad moved, it would aggravate my sunburn even more.
I've had fun on all the other trips I've gone on with my family, so this definitely was an exception. I even enjoyed the cruises we went on as a family, despite my eyes bothering me a lot. (Note: I was also dating the same guy my mom didn't like during the first two cruises and it didn't bother me as much to be away from him when I was on the high seas.)
Since that trip, I've been to Vegas two more times and those were much better experiences. (Except for the time we had to spend with someone who has the same first name as an actress from "St. Elmo's Fire" and it would have been nice to not go in August on that same trip...holy heat wave!) The first trip (the August one) was when I was still in the dating stage with my husband. We were with my family and still had to share a room with everyone (my dad's friend got us in at the Paris Hotel, so it was a fair trade off), but we got a lot of time to walk around by ourselves and we saw some great shows with everyone, including Ray Romano and The Amazing Jonathan. We also got to go to more fancy restaurants on my dad's friend's dime. The last trip there was my two year anniversary with my husband. We went in March, so the weather was nice. However, we learned why we should spend the extra money to stay closer to the strip. The Stratosphere is quite a hike and the buses take forever! For what we spent on transportation to and from the strip, we could have put it toward a hotel on the strip instead. We got to see a few shows, enjoyed an afternoon at a spa, had some delicious meals and generally had an amazing time. It was the only time I didn't mind missing the Oscars. I hope we'll be able to get away to Vegas again in the future, as I really do like it there, despite any crazy associations I may have. :)
This week, Mom of Many picked the topic: Share your worst vacation experience.
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
As soon as Mom of Many posted this topic, I knew exactly what I would talk about. And it wasn't the time we spent in the pukemobile in Florida.
Shortly after I graduated college, I went to Las Vegas with my family. Mind you, I normally love Vegas. However, the last time I had been there was with my first boyfriend, who was no longer in the picture. It did bring back memories though. I was also still dating the guy my mom didn't like, and missed him while we were on this trip, which didn't help matters. What made it worse was that we kept spending time with some other people around my age. First of all, I had no job lined up yet and they were established in their jobs. Second, I was dating someone my mom clearly didn't like and she would remind me of this often, either directly or subtly. So when these attractive looking couples were not traveling with their parents in their mid-20's and making out in front of me all the time....let's just say I wanted the floor to swallow me up whole. My dad's friend was a high roller, so he took care of most of the expenses on the trip. We got to go to some really nice restaurants, as a result. That made up for some of the anxiety I was feeling, at least.
The icing on the cake was my dad's friend booking us on an ATV adventure in the desert. He had found it on the Internet and it was being led by a rather skeevy looking guy. Thanks to a go-karting incident at overnight camp in 1988 (11 years ago at this point), I was freaked out at the idea of driving an ATV by myself. So I got stuck riding with skeevy guy. The only consolation was that he smelled good. At one point, my dad had the kind of accident that only I would have had. He was okay, thankfully, but he gave us quite a scare. The skeevy guy also pulled out a gun at one point. Apparently it was used for killing dangerous animals, but it freaked us out! I had put sunscreen on, but apparently didn't do a good enough job. By the time we got back to our hotel, my shoulders were completely red and blistery. It was so painful. I couldn't even enjoy the rest of my time in Vegas because I was so miserable. To make it worse, one of the guys with us decided to pat my shoulder for some reason, but it was pretty much like a slap to my sunburn. On the flight home, we were all squished together so anytime my dad moved, it would aggravate my sunburn even more.
I've had fun on all the other trips I've gone on with my family, so this definitely was an exception. I even enjoyed the cruises we went on as a family, despite my eyes bothering me a lot. (Note: I was also dating the same guy my mom didn't like during the first two cruises and it didn't bother me as much to be away from him when I was on the high seas.)
Since that trip, I've been to Vegas two more times and those were much better experiences. (Except for the time we had to spend with someone who has the same first name as an actress from "St. Elmo's Fire" and it would have been nice to not go in August on that same trip...holy heat wave!) The first trip (the August one) was when I was still in the dating stage with my husband. We were with my family and still had to share a room with everyone (my dad's friend got us in at the Paris Hotel, so it was a fair trade off), but we got a lot of time to walk around by ourselves and we saw some great shows with everyone, including Ray Romano and The Amazing Jonathan. We also got to go to more fancy restaurants on my dad's friend's dime. The last trip there was my two year anniversary with my husband. We went in March, so the weather was nice. However, we learned why we should spend the extra money to stay closer to the strip. The Stratosphere is quite a hike and the buses take forever! For what we spent on transportation to and from the strip, we could have put it toward a hotel on the strip instead. We got to see a few shows, enjoyed an afternoon at a spa, had some delicious meals and generally had an amazing time. It was the only time I didn't mind missing the Oscars. I hope we'll be able to get away to Vegas again in the future, as I really do like it there, despite any crazy associations I may have. :)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Funny Friday-7/1/11-Great Michael Scott!
I've decided to do a new blog theme called Funny Friday. It's basically stuff that I find funny and want to share my somewhat crazy humor with you. Before Steve Carell was Michael Scott, he was in "Bruce Almighty" as Evan Baxter, Bruce's rival. (He later went on to star in "Evan Almighty" but he was already making a name for himself on "The Office" by then.)
The best scene in that movie is when Bruce is sabotaging Evan's broadcast with his "awesome powers." It's so funny because of how Steve Carell plays it out. It was perfect comic timing and he just gave in to whatever he was told to do. I was laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my face and I couldn't see straight. This classic scene can be found here.
Enjoy!
The best scene in that movie is when Bruce is sabotaging Evan's broadcast with his "awesome powers." It's so funny because of how Steve Carell plays it out. It was perfect comic timing and he just gave in to whatever he was told to do. I was laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my face and I couldn't see straight. This classic scene can be found here.
Enjoy!
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