Jamie-freaking-didit, that's who. You may not think this is much of an accomplishment, but you would be sadly mistaken.
So, perhaps later I will actually write a post, but for now you can just feast your eyes upon all the fancy.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Junkies aren't that funny.
So normally I try to be all snarky on my little site here, but I’m about to go serious on y’all. Just a warning.
The VH1 marathon has long been one of my greatest loves. I will watch the most ridiculous, pointless drivel ever produced simply because I can get a whole season in one day. Half an episode of Flava Flav and my whole day is shot. I now harbor illicit feelings for “Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel Barker” and his sexy accent. Thanks, America’s Next Top Model.
In an effort to take back my weekends, I have been avoiding Vh1 like the plague. (Although, are they doing the World Series of Pop Culture any time soon? I want to enter a team called “Lisa Frank and the Rainbows.”) However, I have stumbled across what I think is valid documentary footage hiding between Bret Michaels and Chachi.
My new show, Sober House, is a continuation of Celebrity Rehab, which I never watched. Dr. Drew, who I have loved ever since he did Lovelines with Adam Corolla, is the host. (OOOH – I just looked Dr. Drew up on Wikipedia, and he won 40 gallons of Sunny D and a year’s supply of Turtle Wax on Wheel of Fortune in 1984. There’s your fun fact for the day.) Sober House takes graduates of the Celebrity Rehab and provides them with a place to live as they ease back into sober living. Hence the title.
I didn’t watch Celebrity Rehab because I really thought it was, well, tacky (for lack of a better word) of VH1 to exploit addicts for my viewing pleasure. And possibly detrimental to the health of the cast. This way lies Danny Bonaduce, you know. But now that I have come across Sober House, it’s the most gripping thing I’ve ever seen, and I think if more people would watch it, the anti-drug movement could learn a few things.
Jamie’s Soapbox A: Sober living itself is a topic not often covered in the mass media. Rehab is covered, and covered, and covered some more. In fact, I think rehab has become a topic most people just tune out, it’s become a joke because so many celebrities (as well as “regular” people) walk through various treatment centers as if they had revolving doors. I think part of the reason treatment works for so few people is the absence of focus on sober living. The massive task of attaining sobriety in a rehabilitative facility is so easily ruined upon completion of the program because the patient often winds up trying to fit his new sobriety into his old life, old job, old friends, etc. Part of the last Sober House episode followed the cast members as they attempted to go clubbing in LA while sober. And they were just LONGING to get wasted. It was a constant temptation for them, and I’m not sure some of them didn’t have a few drinks, at least. Imagine how much harder it would have been for them without having the safety and the structure of the Sober House as a return destination. That’s a recipe for disaster. I think many addicts would have a better chance at recovery given the intermediate step provided by VH1 for the Sober House cast members.
Jamie’s Soapbox B: The Sober House folks are not playing around. They aren’t editing for censors. Well, I mean, they probably ARE editing for censors, but that only means there is some truly unbelievable stuff going on behind the camera, because the events they are showing are pretty harsh. The second focus of last week’s episode was Steven Adler, who I think was actually kicked out of Guns ‘N Roses for drug abuse. Do you realize how solidly blitzed you would have to be to have AXL ROSE kick you out the door? Axl Rose??? Adler not only showed up at the Sober House high and was found with drugs on his person, he then snuck in some more dope and proceeded to get trashed, resulting in an arrest. Adler was beyond trashed. He was obliterated. He was rude, belligerent, and wholly out of his mind. I think the Drug Free advertising folks need to be in on this. I think the reality of what you look like when you are obliterated is much more likely to push people away from the line or the needle than a kitschy ad campaign. There’s a commercial running against cigarettes right now with a cowboy singing “No you don’t always die from tobacco” through his Stephen Hawking fake-voice box. Has this made me put down the Camel Lights? No. I think much of the addict population feels the same way as the infamous “this is your brain…this is your brain on drugs…..any questions?” ad campaign from several years ago, and all the ones that followed it. The way to keep people from becoming junkies is not to make a sly ad poking as much fun at the situation as it does preach about it. The way to keep people from becoming addicts is to make them realize that this is what being an addict is: (I got this from VH1)
Your brain on drugs is not a frying pan and an egg. Your brain on drugs is Steven Adler.
The VH1 marathon has long been one of my greatest loves. I will watch the most ridiculous, pointless drivel ever produced simply because I can get a whole season in one day. Half an episode of Flava Flav and my whole day is shot. I now harbor illicit feelings for “Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel Barker” and his sexy accent. Thanks, America’s Next Top Model.
In an effort to take back my weekends, I have been avoiding Vh1 like the plague. (Although, are they doing the World Series of Pop Culture any time soon? I want to enter a team called “Lisa Frank and the Rainbows.”) However, I have stumbled across what I think is valid documentary footage hiding between Bret Michaels and Chachi.
My new show, Sober House, is a continuation of Celebrity Rehab, which I never watched. Dr. Drew, who I have loved ever since he did Lovelines with Adam Corolla, is the host. (OOOH – I just looked Dr. Drew up on Wikipedia, and he won 40 gallons of Sunny D and a year’s supply of Turtle Wax on Wheel of Fortune in 1984. There’s your fun fact for the day.) Sober House takes graduates of the Celebrity Rehab and provides them with a place to live as they ease back into sober living. Hence the title.
I didn’t watch Celebrity Rehab because I really thought it was, well, tacky (for lack of a better word) of VH1 to exploit addicts for my viewing pleasure. And possibly detrimental to the health of the cast. This way lies Danny Bonaduce, you know. But now that I have come across Sober House, it’s the most gripping thing I’ve ever seen, and I think if more people would watch it, the anti-drug movement could learn a few things.
Jamie’s Soapbox A: Sober living itself is a topic not often covered in the mass media. Rehab is covered, and covered, and covered some more. In fact, I think rehab has become a topic most people just tune out, it’s become a joke because so many celebrities (as well as “regular” people) walk through various treatment centers as if they had revolving doors. I think part of the reason treatment works for so few people is the absence of focus on sober living. The massive task of attaining sobriety in a rehabilitative facility is so easily ruined upon completion of the program because the patient often winds up trying to fit his new sobriety into his old life, old job, old friends, etc. Part of the last Sober House episode followed the cast members as they attempted to go clubbing in LA while sober. And they were just LONGING to get wasted. It was a constant temptation for them, and I’m not sure some of them didn’t have a few drinks, at least. Imagine how much harder it would have been for them without having the safety and the structure of the Sober House as a return destination. That’s a recipe for disaster. I think many addicts would have a better chance at recovery given the intermediate step provided by VH1 for the Sober House cast members.
Jamie’s Soapbox B: The Sober House folks are not playing around. They aren’t editing for censors. Well, I mean, they probably ARE editing for censors, but that only means there is some truly unbelievable stuff going on behind the camera, because the events they are showing are pretty harsh. The second focus of last week’s episode was Steven Adler, who I think was actually kicked out of Guns ‘N Roses for drug abuse. Do you realize how solidly blitzed you would have to be to have AXL ROSE kick you out the door? Axl Rose??? Adler not only showed up at the Sober House high and was found with drugs on his person, he then snuck in some more dope and proceeded to get trashed, resulting in an arrest. Adler was beyond trashed. He was obliterated. He was rude, belligerent, and wholly out of his mind. I think the Drug Free advertising folks need to be in on this. I think the reality of what you look like when you are obliterated is much more likely to push people away from the line or the needle than a kitschy ad campaign. There’s a commercial running against cigarettes right now with a cowboy singing “No you don’t always die from tobacco” through his Stephen Hawking fake-voice box. Has this made me put down the Camel Lights? No. I think much of the addict population feels the same way as the infamous “this is your brain…this is your brain on drugs…..any questions?” ad campaign from several years ago, and all the ones that followed it. The way to keep people from becoming junkies is not to make a sly ad poking as much fun at the situation as it does preach about it. The way to keep people from becoming addicts is to make them realize that this is what being an addict is: (I got this from VH1)
Your brain on drugs is not a frying pan and an egg. Your brain on drugs is Steven Adler.
Monday, February 2, 2009
A lil' survey action.
When I started this blog, I had the thought in my head that I wouldn’t do these surveys, because I am hopelessly addicted to them and I was afraid this would become one long list of blog surveys. However, Simple Yet Classic has tagged me, as one of her new blog followers, so I think it might be okay….this one time! Here we go:
Step 1: respond and rework—answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
Step 2: tag—eight other un-tagged people.
1. What were you doing and who were you with at 9:59 PM on Friday night?
-- Sick, sick, sick. Probably laying on my couch reading and watching a Grey’s rerun while mainlining Nyquil.
2. What is the last thing you read/are currently reading?
-- Why is everyone reading Twilight? Apparently I am the only person not to really like it. I hoped it was going to be Harry Potter for Vampires, but instead, I thought I had picked up a Halloween themed Sweet Valley High book. At the moment, I am reading the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon for the 43,000th time. And I can tell you now that if you look them up on Amazon, you are going to think I am absolutely insane. There is no way to describe the series without making it sound like a cheese-fest, but it is not. Just take my word for it. They have been through my entire office, and we were fighting over who would get the next installment first.
3. Do you nap a lot?
-- Nope. It gives me a headache, and it drives me insane that the Todd will take a nap given the slightest chance.
4. Who was the last person you hugged?
-- Ew. I was sick all weekend. I can’t remember the last person I hugged, but if I could I would make them pay me back for all the Nyquil and Orange Juice I drank over the weekend thanks to the funk they gave me.
5. What is your current obsession/addiction?
-- Digital scrapbooking. It’s a sickness. Right now I am in mourning because all the designers who post freebies on their sites are slowly realizing they can sell them instead.
6. What is your first childhood memory?
-- Going with mom to the OBGYN’s when she was preggers with Baby Brother. Not the gross part, just being at the Dr.’s office.
7. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
-- Facebook, Blogger, and our company website.
8. What was the last item you bought?
-- Nyquil, natch.
9. What is your secret guilty pleasure movie?
-- Peggy Sue Got Married. Don’t laugh. You would be amazed at the folks in that movie who later became very, very famous. Check that link.
10. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished- anywhere in the world, where would it be?
-- I was just reading something about Maine the other day. The coast of Maine. So this week, I would live in a restored lighthouse on the coast of Maine. Much like the family in Pete’s Dragon.
11. Favorite Vacation spot?
-- Walt Disney World. I would go to Walt Disney World as often as the Todd takes naps if it were possible. In fact, forget the Maine coast. Can I live in Cinderella’s castle? Because that would be sweet.
12. Say something to the person who tagged you:
-- Simple Yet Classic: Can’t wait until those letters start appearing in the Etsy shop. Everyone I know is pregnant and they’re all getting one.
13. Name one thing you just can't resist no matter how bad it is for you:
-- Camel lights.
14. What is your favorite item of clothing?
-- I had this great cream dress with a black lace overlay once upon a time when I was smaller. It was very modern flapper and I wish I could get in it again. I think I wore it to one wedding, ate a piece of wedding cake and it no longer fit.
15. What would your American Gladiator name be and why?
-- Do I have to pick a new one? I always wanted to be Lace back in the day. Can I just take her spot? It was all about Lace and Nitro.
16. Name one thing you cannot live without:
-- Books, obviously. I can’t go without reading.
17. Has a celebrity's haircut ever influenced you on your own hairstyle?
-- I did have The Rachel at one time and I loved it. There have also been several occasions when I thought I could have Lisa Rinna’s hair and was quickly reminded why it was not possible. I get serious short hair envy all the time.
18. If you could pick one ingredient in a mojito that best represents you what would it be and why?
-- Isn’t there mint in a mojito? I would be all about the mint, and then I would put it in some sweet tea.
And I am tagging all 6 of my followers, along with Brett over at The Eakin Family, because I know she’ll read this. Sooo…..Mrs. Comerford, The Belle, Layne Street, Savannah Redtop, Tara at Waiting on the World to Change and The Reality of Happily Ever After. That way I’m only 1 short of the 8-tag goal.
Step 1: respond and rework—answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
Step 2: tag—eight other un-tagged people.
1. What were you doing and who were you with at 9:59 PM on Friday night?
-- Sick, sick, sick. Probably laying on my couch reading and watching a Grey’s rerun while mainlining Nyquil.
2. What is the last thing you read/are currently reading?
-- Why is everyone reading Twilight? Apparently I am the only person not to really like it. I hoped it was going to be Harry Potter for Vampires, but instead, I thought I had picked up a Halloween themed Sweet Valley High book. At the moment, I am reading the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon for the 43,000th time. And I can tell you now that if you look them up on Amazon, you are going to think I am absolutely insane. There is no way to describe the series without making it sound like a cheese-fest, but it is not. Just take my word for it. They have been through my entire office, and we were fighting over who would get the next installment first.
3. Do you nap a lot?
-- Nope. It gives me a headache, and it drives me insane that the Todd will take a nap given the slightest chance.
4. Who was the last person you hugged?
-- Ew. I was sick all weekend. I can’t remember the last person I hugged, but if I could I would make them pay me back for all the Nyquil and Orange Juice I drank over the weekend thanks to the funk they gave me.
5. What is your current obsession/addiction?
-- Digital scrapbooking. It’s a sickness. Right now I am in mourning because all the designers who post freebies on their sites are slowly realizing they can sell them instead.
6. What is your first childhood memory?
-- Going with mom to the OBGYN’s when she was preggers with Baby Brother. Not the gross part, just being at the Dr.’s office.
7. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
-- Facebook, Blogger, and our company website.
8. What was the last item you bought?
-- Nyquil, natch.
9. What is your secret guilty pleasure movie?
-- Peggy Sue Got Married. Don’t laugh. You would be amazed at the folks in that movie who later became very, very famous. Check that link.
10. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished- anywhere in the world, where would it be?
-- I was just reading something about Maine the other day. The coast of Maine. So this week, I would live in a restored lighthouse on the coast of Maine. Much like the family in Pete’s Dragon.
11. Favorite Vacation spot?
-- Walt Disney World. I would go to Walt Disney World as often as the Todd takes naps if it were possible. In fact, forget the Maine coast. Can I live in Cinderella’s castle? Because that would be sweet.
12. Say something to the person who tagged you:
-- Simple Yet Classic: Can’t wait until those letters start appearing in the Etsy shop. Everyone I know is pregnant and they’re all getting one.
13. Name one thing you just can't resist no matter how bad it is for you:
-- Camel lights.
14. What is your favorite item of clothing?
-- I had this great cream dress with a black lace overlay once upon a time when I was smaller. It was very modern flapper and I wish I could get in it again. I think I wore it to one wedding, ate a piece of wedding cake and it no longer fit.
15. What would your American Gladiator name be and why?
-- Do I have to pick a new one? I always wanted to be Lace back in the day. Can I just take her spot? It was all about Lace and Nitro.
16. Name one thing you cannot live without:
-- Books, obviously. I can’t go without reading.
17. Has a celebrity's haircut ever influenced you on your own hairstyle?
-- I did have The Rachel at one time and I loved it. There have also been several occasions when I thought I could have Lisa Rinna’s hair and was quickly reminded why it was not possible. I get serious short hair envy all the time.
18. If you could pick one ingredient in a mojito that best represents you what would it be and why?
-- Isn’t there mint in a mojito? I would be all about the mint, and then I would put it in some sweet tea.
And I am tagging all 6 of my followers, along with Brett over at The Eakin Family, because I know she’ll read this. Sooo…..Mrs. Comerford, The Belle, Layne Street, Savannah Redtop, Tara at Waiting on the World to Change and The Reality of Happily Ever After. That way I’m only 1 short of the 8-tag goal.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
No more tears.
Two conversations from Friday night:
A – Dad calls to ask some random furniture questions, and I am crying my eyes out watching Across the Universe. Y’all. I’m sure you have heard of Across the Universe – you know, the Beatles-but-not-really movie? Trust me, if you have not yet seen it, I strenuously urge you to hit up ye olde Netflix. It’s fabulous. Anyhow, there is this scene involving the Watts Riots and the Vietnam War, and it is held together with this rocking awesome Gospel rendition of “Let It Be.” I have seen this movie 47,000 times and I cry every single time I watch it. Very cathartic, you know. Check it out:
I keep hoping my church choir (yes, we are one of "those" churches) will do this on a Sunday. No offense to Lennon/McCartney et al, but thay have been totally trumped by this interpretation. I really don't think the song should ever be performed any other way. However, Dad is not impressed, not having seen this masterful powerhouse performance, and is pretty much ridiculing my emotional distress. So I say, “Dad, you don’t get it. It’s like the kangaroo, but with people!” Dad is immediately remorseful, though chuckling.
B – The Todd calls not long after that, and I answer, still sniffling because I had to rewind the “Let It Be” scene due to el Padre’s interruption.
Pete: “What are you doing?”
Jamie: (sniff, sniff) “Watching a movie” (sniff, sob, sniff)
Pete: “Are you watching the kangaroo? BY YOURSELF?!?”
What, you ask, is the kangaroo? Only the single greatest (though, I fear, inspired by a really serious trip with the brown acid) specimen of Australian Animation ever to come out of Sydney. Dot and the Kangaroo. Cartoon characters spliced on top of actual video of the Outback? Adventures during which one rides in the pouch of a red kangaroo? A singing platypus? What more could you ask for? By the way, not showing off or anything, but the Latin term for the platypus is Ornithorhynchus paradoxus, which I learned at the foot of the singing mammal himself. This made the letter P so much easier, you have no idea.
For those of you with children, know that I will one day show up at you house with a copy of this movie, but I warn you that it is not without its problems. First off, there is a Bunyip. I would explain the sheer terror of the Bunyip scene, and its accompanying song, but it gives me nightmares to think about it. I am thirty-one years of age, and I will skip this scene. God bless DVD’s. Second, the crying. Oh, the crying. Obviously, kangaroos are meant to live in the wild of the Australian Outback. Pioneer children like Dot are meant to live in cabins. One cannot really change this territorial pattern. Let me just say that whole “wild animals need their freedom” discussion was lost, totally lost, on Toddler Jamie. Witness the sadness:
I am CRYING. Tears running, right now. Is that not the worst thing ever? Oh, it just rips my heart out. I think it’s the change from cartoon kangaroo to real kangaroo that does it. Sort of like an Australian Velveteen Rabbit, if you will. As a child, I would just work myself up into a sobbing frenzy, and then beg to watch the film again, promising I would not cry if they would just rewind it. And nothing, nothing, has ever come close…….except for the Let It Be scene.
I think I will watch that again.
A – Dad calls to ask some random furniture questions, and I am crying my eyes out watching Across the Universe. Y’all. I’m sure you have heard of Across the Universe – you know, the Beatles-but-not-really movie? Trust me, if you have not yet seen it, I strenuously urge you to hit up ye olde Netflix. It’s fabulous. Anyhow, there is this scene involving the Watts Riots and the Vietnam War, and it is held together with this rocking awesome Gospel rendition of “Let It Be.” I have seen this movie 47,000 times and I cry every single time I watch it. Very cathartic, you know. Check it out:
I keep hoping my church choir (yes, we are one of "those" churches) will do this on a Sunday. No offense to Lennon/McCartney et al, but thay have been totally trumped by this interpretation. I really don't think the song should ever be performed any other way. However, Dad is not impressed, not having seen this masterful powerhouse performance, and is pretty much ridiculing my emotional distress. So I say, “Dad, you don’t get it. It’s like the kangaroo, but with people!” Dad is immediately remorseful, though chuckling.
B – The Todd calls not long after that, and I answer, still sniffling because I had to rewind the “Let It Be” scene due to el Padre’s interruption.
Pete: “What are you doing?”
Jamie: (sniff, sniff) “Watching a movie” (sniff, sob, sniff)
Pete: “Are you watching the kangaroo? BY YOURSELF?!?”
What, you ask, is the kangaroo? Only the single greatest (though, I fear, inspired by a really serious trip with the brown acid) specimen of Australian Animation ever to come out of Sydney. Dot and the Kangaroo. Cartoon characters spliced on top of actual video of the Outback? Adventures during which one rides in the pouch of a red kangaroo? A singing platypus? What more could you ask for? By the way, not showing off or anything, but the Latin term for the platypus is Ornithorhynchus paradoxus, which I learned at the foot of the singing mammal himself. This made the letter P so much easier, you have no idea.
For those of you with children, know that I will one day show up at you house with a copy of this movie, but I warn you that it is not without its problems. First off, there is a Bunyip. I would explain the sheer terror of the Bunyip scene, and its accompanying song, but it gives me nightmares to think about it. I am thirty-one years of age, and I will skip this scene. God bless DVD’s. Second, the crying. Oh, the crying. Obviously, kangaroos are meant to live in the wild of the Australian Outback. Pioneer children like Dot are meant to live in cabins. One cannot really change this territorial pattern. Let me just say that whole “wild animals need their freedom” discussion was lost, totally lost, on Toddler Jamie. Witness the sadness:
I am CRYING. Tears running, right now. Is that not the worst thing ever? Oh, it just rips my heart out. I think it’s the change from cartoon kangaroo to real kangaroo that does it. Sort of like an Australian Velveteen Rabbit, if you will. As a child, I would just work myself up into a sobbing frenzy, and then beg to watch the film again, promising I would not cry if they would just rewind it. And nothing, nothing, has ever come close…….except for the Let It Be scene.
I think I will watch that again.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Yay for love!!!!
One of my best friends, Chuck the Girl, is getting married. I am quite the excited one, not only because I love Chuck and I am happy for her and all that, but also because I do NOT have to buy a bridesmaid dress. I am a terrible bridesmaid. My Phi Mu little sister asked me to be a bridesmaid (This was several years back. She now has two kids, so at least the wedding took.) and here is the list of things for which I am sure she later regretted having me in the wedding.
1. I missed SEVERAL showers.
2. I forgot to bring her lingerie gift to Savannah for her bachelorette weekend. (In fact, it’s probably in a closet somewhere.)
3. I was half a day late for said bachelorette weekend.
4. I also had a little sleepwalking episode at the bachelorette weekend which really does not have anything to do with this topic but it was funny and I will tell you about it one day.
5. The Todd and I blew a tire on the way to her wedding rehearsal and I missed the first half of it.
6. I took off my dyed sandals and wore Chaco’s under my dress at the reception. (Shut up. They were cool then.)
So you can see how I am extra excited to be just a regular guest at Chuck’s nuptial festivities. Well, I’m doing the save-the-dates and the invitations to a shower we are giving her, but that’s just fun for me. OOHHH, and I get to do a reading, and I am allowed to read anything I want, which is just mind-boggling with possibilities! Suggestions?
Now, in Chuck’s honor, I am giving you the top four true “how we started dating” stories I have ever heard. In the interest of anonymity, I will not tell you who they are, but one of them is me and the Todd.
Couple #4 – We will call them Jack and Diane.
Diane lives in the country. Jack’s family moves in close by, I think next door but I can’t remember. Diane brings a homemade blueberry pie to welcome Jack’s family. Jack sees her cross the yard with a pie and decides right then and there that Diane is the woman for him.
Couple #3 – We will call them Jake and Samantha.
Jake and Samantha’s folks are friends, but Jake is way old and way hot. Years go by without Jake and Samantha having any contact at all. One day, Samantha and her friend see random dirty hippy at the local bar. Random dirty hippy is watching Samantha, and comes over to ask how her family is doing. Samantha has no idea who random dirty hippy is, and is a bit freaked out. Random dirty hippy introduces himself to Samantha’s friend. Samantha realizes random dirty hippy is old, hot Jake. Love ensues.
Couple #2 – We will call them Fred and Daphne with a guest appearance by Velma.
Daphne and Velma are college roommates. Velma has many classes with Fred, as they have the same major. Velma repeatedly tells Fred that her roommate is perfect for him, but Fred and Daphne NEVER MEET. After graduation, Fred declares he is going to the mall to find a wife. Velma goes with him. He spots a random girl in a bookstore and announces to Velma that the random girl will be his bride. Velma looks into the bookstore, and the random girl turns out to be her roommate Daphne.
Couple #1 – We will call them Chuck and Matt.
Chuck and Matt go to high school together. Chuck is the snobby cheerleader. Matt is the regular guy. Chuck and Matt do not really run in the same circles. Fast forward to their 10 year reunion. Chuck sees drop-dead hottie. Drop dead hottie is Matt. They end up engaged. Sometimes life is a John Hughes movie.
I love you, Chuck and Matt!
1. I missed SEVERAL showers.
2. I forgot to bring her lingerie gift to Savannah for her bachelorette weekend. (In fact, it’s probably in a closet somewhere.)
3. I was half a day late for said bachelorette weekend.
4. I also had a little sleepwalking episode at the bachelorette weekend which really does not have anything to do with this topic but it was funny and I will tell you about it one day.
5. The Todd and I blew a tire on the way to her wedding rehearsal and I missed the first half of it.
6. I took off my dyed sandals and wore Chaco’s under my dress at the reception. (Shut up. They were cool then.)
So you can see how I am extra excited to be just a regular guest at Chuck’s nuptial festivities. Well, I’m doing the save-the-dates and the invitations to a shower we are giving her, but that’s just fun for me. OOHHH, and I get to do a reading, and I am allowed to read anything I want, which is just mind-boggling with possibilities! Suggestions?
Now, in Chuck’s honor, I am giving you the top four true “how we started dating” stories I have ever heard. In the interest of anonymity, I will not tell you who they are, but one of them is me and the Todd.
Couple #4 – We will call them Jack and Diane.
Diane lives in the country. Jack’s family moves in close by, I think next door but I can’t remember. Diane brings a homemade blueberry pie to welcome Jack’s family. Jack sees her cross the yard with a pie and decides right then and there that Diane is the woman for him.
Couple #3 – We will call them Jake and Samantha.
Jake and Samantha’s folks are friends, but Jake is way old and way hot. Years go by without Jake and Samantha having any contact at all. One day, Samantha and her friend see random dirty hippy at the local bar. Random dirty hippy is watching Samantha, and comes over to ask how her family is doing. Samantha has no idea who random dirty hippy is, and is a bit freaked out. Random dirty hippy introduces himself to Samantha’s friend. Samantha realizes random dirty hippy is old, hot Jake. Love ensues.
Couple #2 – We will call them Fred and Daphne with a guest appearance by Velma.
Daphne and Velma are college roommates. Velma has many classes with Fred, as they have the same major. Velma repeatedly tells Fred that her roommate is perfect for him, but Fred and Daphne NEVER MEET. After graduation, Fred declares he is going to the mall to find a wife. Velma goes with him. He spots a random girl in a bookstore and announces to Velma that the random girl will be his bride. Velma looks into the bookstore, and the random girl turns out to be her roommate Daphne.
Couple #1 – We will call them Chuck and Matt.
Chuck and Matt go to high school together. Chuck is the snobby cheerleader. Matt is the regular guy. Chuck and Matt do not really run in the same circles. Fast forward to their 10 year reunion. Chuck sees drop-dead hottie. Drop dead hottie is Matt. They end up engaged. Sometimes life is a John Hughes movie.
I love you, Chuck and Matt!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I am so jealous. You have no idea. You know, I am not by any means the only one of my friends to have a blog. I probably have friends whose PETS have blogs, because I can think of several pets with MySpace pages and Facebook fan groups. (**Cough, cough, DEVON AND BUSTER, cough cough.**) But let me tell you what I found out last night. We had book club last night at Ou La La, home of the world’s greatest chocolate covered espresso beans. And several of us have blogs; I think there was a race to see who would post about book club first this morning and I obviously lost.
So……..one of the girls says that she doesn’t put anything personal on her blog. Would you like to know why?
BECAUSE SHE HAS FOLLOWERS!!!! I don’t think too much about who reads this blog and I definitely don’t think I have any readers who have not physically spoken to me at least once. In fact, If you are reading this and I don’t know you, speak up, because I want to know. Anyhow, girlfriend has over 200 people who get updated on her daily life. Damn! I think that’s so rockin’ awesome! My little friend is an Internet sensation. Like a mini-celebrity.
Is it strange that I think this is a big deal? Is that just showing my age? I read blogs – I probably read too many blogs. But most of them are either written by people I actually know or about some sort of crafty thing – digital scrapbooking is my new toy. The one exception is the Blog d’Ellison. I LOVE the BdE. The guy who writes it cracks me up. But I just don’t read too many “random” blogs. Perhaps I should.
Another of the book club girls has an equally great blog, but it doesn’t have a follower option on her page. There could be twice as many people who read her blog but I just wouldn’t know about it. I think I am getting blog insecurity. I should get a follower counter. But what if NOBODY FOLLOWS IT? It would freak me out. I would feel like the paste-eater of the Internet Blogging Scene. I would be the blog that tries too hard. Hmm.
Here is (most of) our little No-Name Book Club – I would tell you which one is Miss Internet ’09 but I think it’s supposed to be a secret.
Right now, we are in the midst of discussing “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers, but I am not going to talk about it, because I have another book to tell you about which I think is having an adverse effect on my life.
A friend of mine – Miss Internet ’09, in fact – recently lent me the book “Prep.” It’s about boarding school, and it’s written by a girl (woman, I guess) named Curtis. And I hope she was really cute, because I feel very few female people could pull off Curtis as a given name. I understand the boy’s name as girl’s name thing – I sort of have to, unless I want to change the name of this blog. But I feel Curtis is going a bit far. But that’s beside the point.
“Prep” has as its main character a girl who is in Boarding School on scholarship and all her raging early teenager emotions are all deeply explored in this book. All the awkward feelings she has are written out letter by letter. Her first crush, the more popular people, the less popular people, the uncomfortable stuff you don’t want to remember? It’s all there. And ever since I read it I have these moments where I feel like I am 14 years old. I think the character has given me her inferiority complex. And now it is seeping out off me in strange ways.
Like deranged blog follower jealousy.
So……..one of the girls says that she doesn’t put anything personal on her blog. Would you like to know why?
BECAUSE SHE HAS FOLLOWERS!!!! I don’t think too much about who reads this blog and I definitely don’t think I have any readers who have not physically spoken to me at least once. In fact, If you are reading this and I don’t know you, speak up, because I want to know. Anyhow, girlfriend has over 200 people who get updated on her daily life. Damn! I think that’s so rockin’ awesome! My little friend is an Internet sensation. Like a mini-celebrity.
Is it strange that I think this is a big deal? Is that just showing my age? I read blogs – I probably read too many blogs. But most of them are either written by people I actually know or about some sort of crafty thing – digital scrapbooking is my new toy. The one exception is the Blog d’Ellison. I LOVE the BdE. The guy who writes it cracks me up. But I just don’t read too many “random” blogs. Perhaps I should.
Another of the book club girls has an equally great blog, but it doesn’t have a follower option on her page. There could be twice as many people who read her blog but I just wouldn’t know about it. I think I am getting blog insecurity. I should get a follower counter. But what if NOBODY FOLLOWS IT? It would freak me out. I would feel like the paste-eater of the Internet Blogging Scene. I would be the blog that tries too hard. Hmm.
Here is (most of) our little No-Name Book Club – I would tell you which one is Miss Internet ’09 but I think it’s supposed to be a secret.
Right now, we are in the midst of discussing “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers, but I am not going to talk about it, because I have another book to tell you about which I think is having an adverse effect on my life.
A friend of mine – Miss Internet ’09, in fact – recently lent me the book “Prep.” It’s about boarding school, and it’s written by a girl (woman, I guess) named Curtis. And I hope she was really cute, because I feel very few female people could pull off Curtis as a given name. I understand the boy’s name as girl’s name thing – I sort of have to, unless I want to change the name of this blog. But I feel Curtis is going a bit far. But that’s beside the point.
“Prep” has as its main character a girl who is in Boarding School on scholarship and all her raging early teenager emotions are all deeply explored in this book. All the awkward feelings she has are written out letter by letter. Her first crush, the more popular people, the less popular people, the uncomfortable stuff you don’t want to remember? It’s all there. And ever since I read it I have these moments where I feel like I am 14 years old. I think the character has given me her inferiority complex. And now it is seeping out off me in strange ways.
Like deranged blog follower jealousy.
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