the long weekend

I love how giddy I feel the Friday before a long weekend. I especially love seeing all my co-workers be giddy too....it's nice to see some sweet silliness. I have that lighter than air, deleriously happy feeling that reminds me so much of being in elementary school. I have long felt like I have an inner six-year old, the part of me that wants to throw temper tantrums when my bus takes too long to come, and when a friend comes to visit and then has to leave, and when something delightful and usually quite simple makes me feel that all is right with the world. Grape soda, cheeseburgers, leaving work early, going home to California....I just want to kick up my heels with glee.

On my way home, whilst savoring my gleeful six year old feelings, I sat next to a lady who was talking on her cell phone. This is normally something that would spark an inner diatribe since I really don't like when people do that (although I am generally too chicken to actually say anything about it), but today I felt nothing but goodwill toward all men. And women talking on cell phones. I glanced over and smiled. The woman, who had just hung up, took this as a cue that I was a friendly person who might like to chat, and said something to me. Over the roar of the bus, it sounded a lot like this: "Arrgghhup tthhhhiioaw hmmm?" I'm chicken, remember? That means I'm also too chicken to say "I'm sorry, I missed that. Could you please repeat?" Instead, I nodded sweetly and like I completely understood what she had said. She responded "Ummndito mmmbbli husbands mkkhop, maybe just mine." Again, I nodded sweetly and as she got off the bus, the four words that I had actually understood "husbands....maybe just mine.." came back to me, and I realized that I had perhaps just agreed with something that I really don't agree with. What if she had said "I really think I hate all husbands, but maybe just mine?" or what if she said "Are all husbands part werewolf? Maybe just mine." Either way, I don't agree.

Yankees vs Red Sox

Last night I went to the Yankees vs Red Sox game. Good game with some CRAZY side action. Here are some highlights:

1. Drunk guys yelling at other drunk guys
2. Drunk girls yelling at drunk guys
3. Drunk guys hitting on drunk girls
4. At least 10 of said drunk guys getting hauled out of the game by cops
5. Drunk guys and girls chanting "Let's go Yankees!!! Boston Sucks!!!"
6. Guy sitting next to us trying for like an hour to get the peanut guy to come up to our section

The chanting is what has really stayed with me. Oh my goodness, the chanting. After hearing it shouted repeatedly for almost 4 hours, I think I may hear it ringing in my ears until the day I die. If I am ever recruited by an international intelligence agency and captured by the enemy, I don't think they'll break me. All they'll get is "Let's go, Yankees!!! Boston Sucks!!!". That's just how programmed into my brain that chant has become. Also, it seems to be customary should one of your fellow baseball fans shout/wear/think/do something that you find to be slightly against your way of thinking, to stand up, point your finger and start yelling obscenities and possibly throw some popcorn, too. Wowee. What insanity!!! Unfortunately for me, I think the only thing that can de-program a powerful chant such as the above is an even more powerful chant like the Macarena. Either way, I lose.

I'm a Model in the Philippines

So I work with this really awesome woman who grew up in the Philippines, and one day I'm sitting next to her when she grabs my arm and says " You should go to the Philippines!! The boys there love girls with white skin and hairy arms!! You'd be a movie star!!" Awesome. And to think, I was going to Nair my arms......

Silly

Okay, so yesterday Paul and I had a fun, impromptu day...the weather was amazing, so we made the trek to Times Square and got cheap tickets to Les Miserables....okay, side note: I lovelovelove Les Miserables. I love it so much I want to marry it, but I'm already married. I love the book, and I got the soundtrack for a Christmas present when I was in junior high, so my love affair with Les Miserables is epic. Just like Les Miserables, right. Okay, back to yesterday: we got tickets, and got cheesecake at Junior's, after which we went to Central Park to pass some time before the show. It seems that the combination of nummy cheesecakey goodness and lovely 70 degree weather brought out our silly side, and we decided to put our acting skills to the test, as evidenced below. Then we went to the show, and I cried through just about the whole thing, but I did that thing where you kind of just cry inside and try to keep the tears welling up in your eyes from spilling out, because you don't want to leave the theater looking like a raccoon.

charming

in love

excited


angry?

wow, really excited

feeling fish-like

SYTYCD -Sabra and Neil - top 6 - Jazz

Well, here I sit, Kleenex box in hand, mourning the end of yet another season of So You Think You Can Dance. Every year I love sitting down with a vat of ice cream to watch a bunch of very physically fit people get down and funky. I'm espcially psyched out of my mind (obscure Elf reference, please note) that Sabra won. Yay, Sabra!!! Nice biceps, Sabra!! (I need to work out.) Here's one of my favorite dances this season.

Tag, I'm it

I know, I know, I blogged already today, but I realized that I was tagged by my good friend Christina a while back and I never responded. Since I'd like to have a reptutation for good blogging etiquette, here's my list:

Jobs I have had:
1. Register girl/pizza maker at RoundTable Pizza (I learned how to make a great pie, and met my husband. Not bad all around, for a first gig.)
2. Activist (I stood outside and tried to get people to sign petitions. Yep, I stank. Also, I don't think I really knew what I was asking people to sign. That probably helps.)
3. Chiropractic assistant ( I learned how to do massage, lured my husband into marrying me with promises of deep tissue bliss, and then, well, stopped doing massage. Sorry, Paul.)
4. Customer service for dental insurance (prerequisite mind numbing job one must have prior to thinking "maybe I could do something more with my life.....")
5. Office manager for urologist (yeah, it is weird.)

Movies I can watch over and over:
1. Elf
2. Steel Magnolias
3. Sense and Sensibility (or Pride and Prejudice)
4. O Brother Where Art Thou
5. Ferris Bueller's Day Off/Tommy Boy
6. Spiderman 2
7. Arsenic and Old Lace/His Girl Friday/It Happened One Night
8. Anne of Green Gables/Anne of Avonlea
***I agonized over this list. This is really hard, to just narrow it down to a few. I'd like to apologize to all the other worthy films I haven't mentioned. I mean, I'm sorry, Princess Bride, I just thought you knew it was a given that you're a very important part of my life!!****

Places I have lived:
1. Simi Valley, CA
2. Ogden, UT
3. New York, NY

TV shows I watch:
1. So You Think You Can Dance
2. Heroes
3. PBS documentaries
4. I Love Lucy (this is what good comedy sitcoms are all about, in my humble opinion.)

Foods I like
1. Cheese (aged Gouda is my current favorite)
2. Brownies (a little gooey)
3. Mars bar (deep fried, especially....mmmmm...)
4. Italian
5. Indian
6. Cupcakes
7. Pudding

I'd rather be:
1. Eating In n Out hamburgers
2. Eating In n Out hamburgers in California with my family
3. Reading a really great book on the beach
4. Laughing
5. Talking to Paul

Websites I visit daily:
1. Email
2. Blogs of friends
3. The New Yorker, for the Shouts and Murmurs, but not daily. I just felt it needed a mention.

A category I'm adding-
Favorite movie quotes:
1. "I don't want to be a pie!!" (Chicken Run)
2. "Say, any of you boys smithies? Or otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts?" ( O Brother Where Art Thou)
3. "I'm sorry that I ruined your lives, and crammed eleven cookies in the VCR. Love, Buddy." (Elf)
4. "This place is just like Santa's workshop, except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me." (Elf)
5. "It rains nine months out of the year in Seattle." ( Sleepless in Seattle. I don't know why, but I just laugh like crazy every time I hear that line. Go figure.)

The Empire has Struck

Well, Friday was my turn to plan our weekly date. Renting a movie now seems like a fall-back, ("or we could....rent a movie....") but when I was growing up, renting a movie was the absolute ultimate in excitement. We would go to Albertson's, and rent a VCR, and pick out a Disney movie, ("Swiss Family Robinson" was a favorite) and we'd get TV dinners. My favorite was always macaroni and cheese. It came in this little aluminum container, and it took like five hours to make, (it seemed) and since for me macaroni and cheese was pretty much the best thing in the world, it never really seemed like enough. I remember using my spoon to scrape out every last remnant of cheesy goodness....good times. So, on Friday night, Paul and I got to relive some of the magic of childhood past. We feasted on microwave chicken pot pie and macaroni and cheese, followed by a dessert of microwave popcorn which we ate whilst watching The Empire Strikes Back, which I had never seen. DEFINITELY my favorite Star Wars flick, and it was great fun to hear Paul describe all the Star Wars toys he used to play with as a kid. You're really never too old to pretend you're fighting someone with a light saber, even if that someone is your wife. We also rented Willow, but since we're old now, we couldn't stay awake to watch both movies.....how embarrassing!! We couldn't even stay awake for all of The Empire Strikes Back!! We had to finish it last night!!! When did we get so old and tired??!!!!! I'm using a lot of exclamation points!!! Anyhoo, a great time was had by all. Well, by me and Paul. (No more rhymes now, I mean it!!! Anybody want a peanut??)