So I realized today that it has been quite a while since I updated my blog. To which I say, its going to be a little bit longer.
Life has attacked me.
The sheer insanity of this next week just goes to prove the truthfulness of the title of my blog.
But as a fun little story while you're all waiting with baited breath
Tonight, the kids decided it was time for me to go to bed. So they dragged me upstairs, tucked me in, read me a story and put me to bed. It was quite entertaining. And if it hadn't been for the 10 page paper I need to be writing, I would have stayed in bed and gone to sleep. Even though it was only 7:00 pm.
Showing posts with label Laugh of the day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laugh of the day. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, September 7, 2009
Awful, dreaded wife
The other morning I was talking to the 10 year old, and he asked me "Why do they say awful, dreaded wife?"
I was at a complete loss as to what he was talking about, so I asked for some clarification. "Where did you hear that?"
"On the marriage thing. They always say, do you take this woman to be your awful, dreaded wife?"
So I explained to him the words lawful and wedded. And then spent the next five minutes laughing my head off.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Random tidbits
I am not getting online as frequently as I used to because of my new location. I don't have wireless so I have to use a different computer to get online, which results in less time online. So if you see my activity decrease, that is why. I also have more things to keep me busy (read: four children) so I don't spend as much time idling around online.
I am very excited to be back in Utah. I have finished my travels; going back to CA to pick up the rest of my stuff and visiting my grandparents, and am now settling into summer. I am still looking for a teaching job come the fall, but I have a part time summer job at the game store and will also be selling shoes for my landlady.
Funny story. This morning, I was painting the little girl's fingernails and Baby decided he needed his nails done too. Well, my landlord is anti boys doing anything that can be considered "girly" so we cut and filed them. Unfortunatly, Baby then managed to get a hold of one of the nail polishes while I was doing my last coat. I didn't think he would be able to get the lid off because the lid comes off and then you have to untwist the cap. Well, he did. And I caught him just before he completely opened it. But I got silver nail polish all over my hands. And some of my nails (that are painted a different color). Smart little fart.
Also, I think I need to get back into dancing.
I am very excited to be back in Utah. I have finished my travels; going back to CA to pick up the rest of my stuff and visiting my grandparents, and am now settling into summer. I am still looking for a teaching job come the fall, but I have a part time summer job at the game store and will also be selling shoes for my landlady.
Funny story. This morning, I was painting the little girl's fingernails and Baby decided he needed his nails done too. Well, my landlord is anti boys doing anything that can be considered "girly" so we cut and filed them. Unfortunatly, Baby then managed to get a hold of one of the nail polishes while I was doing my last coat. I didn't think he would be able to get the lid off because the lid comes off and then you have to untwist the cap. Well, he did. And I caught him just before he completely opened it. But I got silver nail polish all over my hands. And some of my nails (that are painted a different color). Smart little fart.
Also, I think I need to get back into dancing.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Musical
So I was taking those dumb quizzes on Facebook and I read this one out loud.
If you ruled the world, what would it look like?
My roommates promptly replied "a musical" and "everyone would be singing"
To which I laughed because apparently they know me well enough to figure that one out.
If you ruled the world, what would it look like?
My roommates promptly replied "a musical" and "everyone would be singing"
To which I laughed because apparently they know me well enough to figure that one out.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
You know you're a BYU Ballroom Dancer if . . .
(Standard)
. . . your head feels more comfortable positioned out and slightly to the left.
. . . you’ve ever heard Betsy say, “reach for the chocolate!”
. . . you have to sleep on your stomach with your head facing right just to make sure you don’t get lopsided.
. . . you’ve ever danced using a Cougar Eat tray as a frame aid.
. . . Kyrstin has made you do at least three different types of sit ups for no apparent reason. (Don't worry, you'll figure out what they're for later)
. . . your angry face is now your “Tango” face
. . . you’ve ever heard the Christmas tree analogy for correct framework in dance position.
. . . it feels weird NOT to have someone attached to your right rib.
. . . you've become very aware of which parts of your feet you use: ball, heel, toe, inside edge of the foot, etc.
. . . people sometimes confuse you for a business student.
. . . you know body flight has nothing to do with hopping and flapping your arms.
. . . it sometimes feels like your shoulders have fused to your torso.
. . . you can rotated you’re upper body to obscene angles and doing so feels completely natural.
. . . you not only know the difference between CBM and CBMP, you know exactly what the acronyms stand for.
. . . you know that you can't just waltz your way into heaven. Viennese is the required dance.
. . . you've spent entire class sessions just on shaping.
. . . You've gotten used to stopping at random and uncomfortable positions so that the professor can check your framework, but you've never really learned how to start back up again without any momentum.
. . . you think Lee is so relaxed he's practically horizontal.
. . . (men) you can't remember the last time you wore a T-shirt on a week day, and you constantly carry a tie in your bag, just in case.
. . . you know there's nothing hotter than a man in a tail suit. (in more ways than one)
(American)
. . . straightening your legs completely is heresy.
. . . your angry face is now your “Tango” face.
. . . slouching is now uncomfortable under most circumstances.
. . . the word “routine” is almost completely foreign to you.
. . . you’ve seriously considered seeing your doctor for whiplash after dancing a particularly energetic tango.
. . . people are convinced your legs and hips are made out of rubber when you dance the Cha Cha.
. . . you show 180 students how to do cuban action by pointing to the calluses on your feet.
. . . you’ve stolen at least three or four elements from standard or latin dancing and incorporated it into your dancing style.
. . . you know how to do body rolls and you’re not afraid to use them!
. . . you can’t remember the last time you did a box step in anything.
. . . you know about sway but you never really use it.
. . . the level of coolness for a variation is directly proportional to how insane you have to be in order to attempt it.
. . . the term MAC is not just a reference to an awesome computer.
. . . you either avoid blues swing like the plague or it has become one of your guilty pleasures.
. . . you are obsessed with West Coast Swing or Lindy Hop.
. . . you have no discernible sense of shame.
(Latin)
. . . you point your toes at the slightest provocation.
. . . you feet bend in ways they were never meant to bend in originally.
. . . your Rumba walk and your normal walk are practically indistinguishable.
. . . the junk in your trunk has a mind of its own.
. . . everything comes out sultry even when you don’t mean it to be.
. . . your angry face is now your “Paso” face.
. . . you’ve become accustomed to hearing Brent shout “Go Cougars!” at random intervals.
. . . you associate a cell phone ringing with the phrases “chocolate chip, extra salt, under baked."
. . . you know that the Rumba is the dance of love, and sometimes love hurts.
. . . you count to four by starting on two and ending on one.
. . . you consistently get more action on the dance floor than the rest of your private life combined.
. . . (ladies) you’re absolutely horrified that Brent can dance your part better than you can.
. . . (ladies) your convinces that the dresses some professionals wear are held up solely by super glue and fate.
. . . (ladies) you go through heel caps like candy.
. . . (ladies) you know Brent's exact procedure for slicking your bun so that other dancers could use it as a mirror.
. . . (men) you constantly have to imagine that you’re not a white guy.
. . . (men) you can move your hips better than most non-dancer ladies.
. . . (men) you know that according to Brent, Slavik is the quintessential example of how Latin men should move.
. . . (men) you've ever participated in a competition where ties are absolutely forbidden and the first three buttons on your shirt are considered optional.
. . . (men) you can wear pastels, spangles, sequins, and rhinestones AND still feel like a man.
. . . (men) you not only empathize with but in fact share some women's feelings and experiences regarding high heels.
. . . sickling your feet is punishable by death.
(General)
. . . you're easily identified at great distances by the little black bag.
. . . you address all ballroom professors by their first name and know exactly what their preferred dance style is.
. . . you know there is a HUGE difference between an 89 and a 90 on test scores.
. . . you have absolutely no issues with personal space.
. . . the only way someone could invade your personal bubble is if they stabbed your with something.
. . . you have at least one or two scars from incidents where you and a woman in heels disagreed on certain subtle points of floor craft.
. . . ballroom dance IS your social life, and non dancers have a difficult time grasping this concept.
. . . the first day of class you know the difference between a standard shoe and a latin shoe.
. . . you’ve gone through your entire iTunes library looking for danceable music.
. . . you know what dance would fit to a song before you even know the name of the song.
. . . your feet have molded to fit your dance shoes.
. . . you physically cringe at the prospect of searching for a new competition partner.
. . . you know that dance labs are for practicing floor craft, not traveling.
. . . you wish the slow pokes would stay on the inside like they're supposed to.
. . . you can beat most cars in your commute from the RB to the Wilk.
. . . you schedule coaching sessions or practice times when any sane individual would be asleep.
. . . you've lost track of the number of times you've taken your pants off in public. Usually you either had latin pants underneath or a dance skirt over the top, but that's beside the point.
. . . (ladies) you’ve purchased five bottles of hair spray just for Dancesport.
. . . round is not a shape and heat has nothing to do with temperature.
. . . (ladies) you own at least 15 pairs of beige, toast, or caramel fishnets.
. . . (ladies) walking around campus with your hair in a bun, wearing a latin or standard skirt, sandals, and a jacket is a perfectly acceptable fashion statement.
. . . (men) at a dance you select partners based on the type of shoes they're wearing. Sandals / open heeled shoes = No thank you. Standard shoes / Latin Sandals = Yes, please. Worn character shoes = Oh baby, oh baby!!!
. . . you gauge the amount of fun you had at a dance by the number of sore muscle groups or numb toes you have the next day.
. . . you have two performance wardrobes: one thats completely devoid of sequins, rhinestones, feathers, or shear fabric; and the real one.
. . . you idolize people with really weird and outlandish names.
. . . you go through at least three bottles of home tanner before a competition.
. . . unlike people who gain their knowledge of dancing from reality TV, you actually know the differences between Standard, Latin, and American.
. . . the last time you did something incredibly damaging to your personal reputation your explanation included the phrase, "I'm a ballroom dancer!"
. . . you own at least one pair of shoes that look like they've been at the dangerous end of a firing range.
. . . you don't do your laundry as much as normal people, because you have to wear the same pants/skirt tomorrow anyway.
. . . you've ever used your shoe bag as a makeshift towel.
. . . you practically live in the RB. That includes everything from shaving, showering, and brushing your teeth to doing makeup and hair with the full length mirrors on the ballroom walls (if you happen to be a lady). The only thing you haven't done is stashed a bed somewhere.
. . . you honestly can't name a public area of the RB or Wilk you haven't taken a nap in. (excluding the rest rooms, because that's just nasty)
. . . you eat more food from the RB vending machines than at home.
. . . you only watch "dancing with the stars" or "So you think you can dance" because you're hoping to come across a few interesting variations you might be able to steal.
. . . everything you own smells like feet. EVERYTHING!
. . . you've had a sudden and disconcerting realization that thinking only gets you into trouble.
. . . the rest of the world is dead to you during the weekend of Dance Sport.
. . . you associate the term "medals" with long hours of practice, sweat, blood, tears, and a feeling of unnamed dread.
. . . it hurts to watch the 100 level students.
No matter how many times I read this, it still makes me laugh.
. . . your head feels more comfortable positioned out and slightly to the left.
. . . you’ve ever heard Betsy say, “reach for the chocolate!”
. . . you have to sleep on your stomach with your head facing right just to make sure you don’t get lopsided.
. . . you’ve ever danced using a Cougar Eat tray as a frame aid.
. . . Kyrstin has made you do at least three different types of sit ups for no apparent reason. (Don't worry, you'll figure out what they're for later)
. . . your angry face is now your “Tango” face
. . . you’ve ever heard the Christmas tree analogy for correct framework in dance position.
. . . it feels weird NOT to have someone attached to your right rib.
. . . you've become very aware of which parts of your feet you use: ball, heel, toe, inside edge of the foot, etc.
. . . people sometimes confuse you for a business student.
. . . you know body flight has nothing to do with hopping and flapping your arms.
. . . it sometimes feels like your shoulders have fused to your torso.
. . . you can rotated you’re upper body to obscene angles and doing so feels completely natural.
. . . you not only know the difference between CBM and CBMP, you know exactly what the acronyms stand for.
. . . you know that you can't just waltz your way into heaven. Viennese is the required dance.
. . . you've spent entire class sessions just on shaping.
. . . You've gotten used to stopping at random and uncomfortable positions so that the professor can check your framework, but you've never really learned how to start back up again without any momentum.
. . . you think Lee is so relaxed he's practically horizontal.
. . . (men) you can't remember the last time you wore a T-shirt on a week day, and you constantly carry a tie in your bag, just in case.
. . . you know there's nothing hotter than a man in a tail suit. (in more ways than one)
(American)
. . . straightening your legs completely is heresy.
. . . your angry face is now your “Tango” face.
. . . slouching is now uncomfortable under most circumstances.
. . . the word “routine” is almost completely foreign to you.
. . . you’ve seriously considered seeing your doctor for whiplash after dancing a particularly energetic tango.
. . . people are convinced your legs and hips are made out of rubber when you dance the Cha Cha.
. . . you show 180 students how to do cuban action by pointing to the calluses on your feet.
. . . you’ve stolen at least three or four elements from standard or latin dancing and incorporated it into your dancing style.
. . . you know how to do body rolls and you’re not afraid to use them!
. . . you can’t remember the last time you did a box step in anything.
. . . you know about sway but you never really use it.
. . . the level of coolness for a variation is directly proportional to how insane you have to be in order to attempt it.
. . . the term MAC is not just a reference to an awesome computer.
. . . you either avoid blues swing like the plague or it has become one of your guilty pleasures.
. . . you are obsessed with West Coast Swing or Lindy Hop.
. . . you have no discernible sense of shame.
(Latin)
. . . you point your toes at the slightest provocation.
. . . you feet bend in ways they were never meant to bend in originally.
. . . your Rumba walk and your normal walk are practically indistinguishable.
. . . the junk in your trunk has a mind of its own.
. . . everything comes out sultry even when you don’t mean it to be.
. . . your angry face is now your “Paso” face.
. . . you’ve become accustomed to hearing Brent shout “Go Cougars!” at random intervals.
. . . you associate a cell phone ringing with the phrases “chocolate chip, extra salt, under baked."
. . . you know that the Rumba is the dance of love, and sometimes love hurts.
. . . you count to four by starting on two and ending on one.
. . . you consistently get more action on the dance floor than the rest of your private life combined.
. . . (ladies) you’re absolutely horrified that Brent can dance your part better than you can.
. . . (ladies) your convinces that the dresses some professionals wear are held up solely by super glue and fate.
. . . (ladies) you go through heel caps like candy.
. . . (ladies) you know Brent's exact procedure for slicking your bun so that other dancers could use it as a mirror.
. . . (men) you constantly have to imagine that you’re not a white guy.
. . . (men) you can move your hips better than most non-dancer ladies.
. . . (men) you know that according to Brent, Slavik is the quintessential example of how Latin men should move.
. . . (men) you've ever participated in a competition where ties are absolutely forbidden and the first three buttons on your shirt are considered optional.
. . . (men) you can wear pastels, spangles, sequins, and rhinestones AND still feel like a man.
. . . (men) you not only empathize with but in fact share some women's feelings and experiences regarding high heels.
. . . sickling your feet is punishable by death.
(General)
. . . you're easily identified at great distances by the little black bag.
. . . you address all ballroom professors by their first name and know exactly what their preferred dance style is.
. . . you know there is a HUGE difference between an 89 and a 90 on test scores.
. . . you have absolutely no issues with personal space.
. . . the only way someone could invade your personal bubble is if they stabbed your with something.
. . . you have at least one or two scars from incidents where you and a woman in heels disagreed on certain subtle points of floor craft.
. . . ballroom dance IS your social life, and non dancers have a difficult time grasping this concept.
. . . the first day of class you know the difference between a standard shoe and a latin shoe.
. . . you’ve gone through your entire iTunes library looking for danceable music.
. . . you know what dance would fit to a song before you even know the name of the song.
. . . your feet have molded to fit your dance shoes.
. . . you physically cringe at the prospect of searching for a new competition partner.
. . . you know that dance labs are for practicing floor craft, not traveling.
. . . you wish the slow pokes would stay on the inside like they're supposed to.
. . . you can beat most cars in your commute from the RB to the Wilk.
. . . you schedule coaching sessions or practice times when any sane individual would be asleep.
. . . you've lost track of the number of times you've taken your pants off in public. Usually you either had latin pants underneath or a dance skirt over the top, but that's beside the point.
. . . (ladies) you’ve purchased five bottles of hair spray just for Dancesport.
. . . round is not a shape and heat has nothing to do with temperature.
. . . (ladies) you own at least 15 pairs of beige, toast, or caramel fishnets.
. . . (ladies) walking around campus with your hair in a bun, wearing a latin or standard skirt, sandals, and a jacket is a perfectly acceptable fashion statement.
. . . (men) at a dance you select partners based on the type of shoes they're wearing. Sandals / open heeled shoes = No thank you. Standard shoes / Latin Sandals = Yes, please. Worn character shoes = Oh baby, oh baby!!!
. . . you gauge the amount of fun you had at a dance by the number of sore muscle groups or numb toes you have the next day.
. . . you have two performance wardrobes: one thats completely devoid of sequins, rhinestones, feathers, or shear fabric; and the real one.
. . . you idolize people with really weird and outlandish names.
. . . you go through at least three bottles of home tanner before a competition.
. . . unlike people who gain their knowledge of dancing from reality TV, you actually know the differences between Standard, Latin, and American.
. . . the last time you did something incredibly damaging to your personal reputation your explanation included the phrase, "I'm a ballroom dancer!"
. . . you own at least one pair of shoes that look like they've been at the dangerous end of a firing range.
. . . you don't do your laundry as much as normal people, because you have to wear the same pants/skirt tomorrow anyway.
. . . you've ever used your shoe bag as a makeshift towel.
. . . you practically live in the RB. That includes everything from shaving, showering, and brushing your teeth to doing makeup and hair with the full length mirrors on the ballroom walls (if you happen to be a lady). The only thing you haven't done is stashed a bed somewhere.
. . . you honestly can't name a public area of the RB or Wilk you haven't taken a nap in. (excluding the rest rooms, because that's just nasty)
. . . you eat more food from the RB vending machines than at home.
. . . you only watch "dancing with the stars" or "So you think you can dance" because you're hoping to come across a few interesting variations you might be able to steal.
. . . everything you own smells like feet. EVERYTHING!
. . . you've had a sudden and disconcerting realization that thinking only gets you into trouble.
. . . the rest of the world is dead to you during the weekend of Dance Sport.
. . . you associate the term "medals" with long hours of practice, sweat, blood, tears, and a feeling of unnamed dread.
. . . it hurts to watch the 100 level students.
No matter how many times I read this, it still makes me laugh.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Twitterpated
So a couple weeks ago, I told my good friend Scully that I liked a boy. She asked me if I was twitterpated. Not wanting to reveal too much, I asked what her definition of twitterpated was. She asked if I was smiling for no reason and a couple other things. Well, I wasn't really at the time, but I thought I was probably twitterpated anyway.
Now, I am smiling for no reason, so it must be official. I catch myself doing it randomly throughout the day, which then makes me smile more. I just feel warm and fuzzy inside, and it makes me smile.
Ok. I'm a little cheesy. Sorry.
Not much else is going on. In the middle of spring break, but not doing much.
Now, I am smiling for no reason, so it must be official. I catch myself doing it randomly throughout the day, which then makes me smile more. I just feel warm and fuzzy inside, and it makes me smile.
Ok. I'm a little cheesy. Sorry.
Not much else is going on. In the middle of spring break, but not doing much.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Why I LOVE HUGH!!!
81st Academy Awards.
I swear I could watch this guy all day. The triple threat. There's just nothing more to say.
I swear I could watch this guy all day. The triple threat. There's just nothing more to say.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Simon Smiles
Little ps on this one, Border Collies have the problem solving abilities of a 12 year old. They are SMART! dogs.
And I totally want one.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I love Sesame Street
I especially love actors who go on Sesame Street
Just a small selection of my favorites.
Just a small selection of my favorites.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Horoscope
The new concerns you have about your career aren't going away any time soon, so you have to deal with them like the intelligent person you are. It's time to have a conversation with someone you trust -- and it doesn't have to be someone who is intimately involved with what you do on a daily basis. You just need a sounding board -- someone you know will tell you the truth, no matter how ugly it may be. Avoid talking to anyone who is too close to your situation. They might hold back on you.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tag
I got tagged, so this is what I am doing instead of job searching. This will be interesting because I'm not in my own house, I am staying with my uncle. Bear with me.
The rules are you have to take 10 pictures of the following things and you have to do it right away. No straightening, cleaning or wiping your child's nose. Then you tag five others.
The closet
Or at least what serves as mine at the moment
The laundry room
The Fridge
Or at least what I bought and put in there.
The kitchen sink
Favorite room.
I'm just going to have to leave this one blank as I don't have one yet. Maybe the hot tub . . .
What the kids are doing right now
As there are no kids here (and I left my borrowed ones in Utah) I took a page from Jordan's book.
Toilet
Favorite Shoes
Self portrait
The best I could get without actually caring too much
Dream Vacation
Marseilles. Enough said.
I tag EmRob, Liz, Chelsey and Mauri. Go girls!! And Ian, if he still reads this (and anyone else who feels like it)
The rules are you have to take 10 pictures of the following things and you have to do it right away. No straightening, cleaning or wiping your child's nose. Then you tag five others.
The closet
Or at least what serves as mine at the momentThe laundry room
The Fridge
Or at least what I bought and put in there.The kitchen sink
Favorite room.
I'm just going to have to leave this one blank as I don't have one yet. Maybe the hot tub . . .
What the kids are doing right now
As there are no kids here (and I left my borrowed ones in Utah) I took a page from Jordan's book.Toilet
Favorite Shoes
Self portrait
The best I could get without actually caring too muchDream Vacation
Marseilles. Enough said.I tag EmRob, Liz, Chelsey and Mauri. Go girls!! And Ian, if he still reads this (and anyone else who feels like it)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Game Time!
The job hunt has been pretty frustrating. So in my crazy search, I actually applied for a couple entertainment things. One of them paid off. Today I went to the filming of a Game Show. Bingo America, its on Game Show network. We filmed five shows, so if you watch it early to mid-September, you might see me. I actually get to put on a hat (denoting which team you are on) in one of the episodes, so cool.
The funny part was they told us to dress in skirts or suits and then we put giant t-shirts over them. Oh well.
I had a pretty good time, it was fun to be there. Of course there was lots of applause and I think I might not have much of a voice tomorrow, but I got paid for it.
It was a nice break from my job search, and I probably needed that.
And there was a Johnny Depp look alike. Anywhere else and I would have laughed.
The funny part was they told us to dress in skirts or suits and then we put giant t-shirts over them. Oh well.
I had a pretty good time, it was fun to be there. Of course there was lots of applause and I think I might not have much of a voice tomorrow, but I got paid for it.
It was a nice break from my job search, and I probably needed that.
And there was a Johnny Depp look alike. Anywhere else and I would have laughed.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
It's about time
Molasses Man has finally admitted that we are dating. It only took six weeks. I think there are several reasons he finally came to this conclusion. One, I spent a couple days in Cedar City and he had to talk to me every day I was gone (like I was that far away and for a long time?), Two, he came with me to a roommate party, for my roommates, Three, he found out how much longer I am going to be here before I move to California. Not sure why that was such a strong motivator, but apparently it was.
Anyway, its not really that big of a deal, but its nice to not be hanging out in relationship limbo anymore.
Anyway, its not really that big of a deal, but its nice to not be hanging out in relationship limbo anymore.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Batman
Christian Bale is hot!
Just thought I'd share that.
Anyway, I went to see this movie today. Because I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I was afraid it might be a little too . . . dark, gruesome,something to that effect, but I made it through just fine. Of course, that could be because of all the conditioning Parker has put me through (I still have nightmares about that guy with the ice pick).
I was pleasantly surprised that it was worth all the hype. I've been to so many movies, especially sequels, that just don't live up to their advertising. The Dark Knight totally did. And I loved the way they used the idea of Knight or night. It was cool.
My reaction at the end of the film "That was freakin' awesome!!"
There were a few flaws, it was by no means perfect. Still, Christian Bale, Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine and Aaron Eckhart.
Funny story. So Molasses Man didn't want to see Batman. Sure, fine, whatever, I'll just find someone else to see the movie. So I do, I ask my friend Movieguy, who was in my ward back when I roomed with Scully and Parker in the house and is in my ward again and works for the city, so he has Fridays off. (We always go to matinees on Friday) On Wednesday, Molasses Man says we can go to Batman. Something about doing something that I want to do that he doesn't that will make me feel like he's supportive or something. I pretty much try to talk him out of it without saying that I am already going to the movie. We decided we were going to play games. Like board games people. So he calls me right during the credits of the movie. Like I am going to answer when I'm with another guy. He text messages me to see if we can meet earlier, sure, fine. I finally check my voice mail, and guess what? He got tickets to see Batman. My first date dropped me off at work and my second date is picking me up from work and both dates are seeing Batman. Though, honestly, I can't complain. I am really excited to see it again!
I have never seen the same movie in the theater twice in one day. Never.
Just thought I'd share that.
Anyway, I went to see this movie today. Because I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I was afraid it might be a little too . . . dark, gruesome,something to that effect, but I made it through just fine. Of course, that could be because of all the conditioning Parker has put me through (I still have nightmares about that guy with the ice pick).
I was pleasantly surprised that it was worth all the hype. I've been to so many movies, especially sequels, that just don't live up to their advertising. The Dark Knight totally did. And I loved the way they used the idea of Knight or night. It was cool.
My reaction at the end of the film "That was freakin' awesome!!"
There were a few flaws, it was by no means perfect. Still, Christian Bale, Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine and Aaron Eckhart.
Funny story. So Molasses Man didn't want to see Batman. Sure, fine, whatever, I'll just find someone else to see the movie. So I do, I ask my friend Movieguy, who was in my ward back when I roomed with Scully and Parker in the house and is in my ward again and works for the city, so he has Fridays off. (We always go to matinees on Friday) On Wednesday, Molasses Man says we can go to Batman. Something about doing something that I want to do that he doesn't that will make me feel like he's supportive or something. I pretty much try to talk him out of it without saying that I am already going to the movie. We decided we were going to play games. Like board games people. So he calls me right during the credits of the movie. Like I am going to answer when I'm with another guy. He text messages me to see if we can meet earlier, sure, fine. I finally check my voice mail, and guess what? He got tickets to see Batman. My first date dropped me off at work and my second date is picking me up from work and both dates are seeing Batman. Though, honestly, I can't complain. I am really excited to see it again!
I have never seen the same movie in the theater twice in one day. Never.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Horoscope
This totally fits how I'm feeling today! Mostly the last half.
Even if you're not looking for a new romance, one will come along for you today. Of course, this love you feel might not be for a person. No, what tugs at your heart today might be a cute puppy, a fantastic new song, or even a movie. You have a lot of affection to give out into the world, and not enough people to receive it. So it's not surprising that you would start to get creative about the devotion you develop. The world is full of joy, as far as you are concerned.
Even if you're not looking for a new romance, one will come along for you today. Of course, this love you feel might not be for a person. No, what tugs at your heart today might be a cute puppy, a fantastic new song, or even a movie. You have a lot of affection to give out into the world, and not enough people to receive it. So it's not surprising that you would start to get creative about the devotion you develop. The world is full of joy, as far as you are concerned.
Monday, August 27, 2007
The Joys of Life
Truth is I don't really want to write today, but as I get bored when other people don't write, I figured I had better.
Today was my first day substitute teaching. It was a second grade class. I was more worn out after subbing a second grade class than I was after teaching all my classes when I taught dance at both a middle school and a high school. Maybe I just don't remember being this tired because I did it everyday. Now I know why I don't work out when I am teaching.
Also funny thing today. I won Richard Marx tickets off the radio this morning. They asked for caller six. I was caller two, caller four, and caller six. Apparently, I was one of the only ones calling. So after my (long) day subbing, I drove to the radio station (a nice hour drive) only to find out that they had given away too many tickets. Fortunately, they are calling and there will be two tickets at will call for me. Crazy. Just crazy.
And I have a blind date tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes.
Today was my first day substitute teaching. It was a second grade class. I was more worn out after subbing a second grade class than I was after teaching all my classes when I taught dance at both a middle school and a high school. Maybe I just don't remember being this tired because I did it everyday. Now I know why I don't work out when I am teaching.
Also funny thing today. I won Richard Marx tickets off the radio this morning. They asked for caller six. I was caller two, caller four, and caller six. Apparently, I was one of the only ones calling. So after my (long) day subbing, I drove to the radio station (a nice hour drive) only to find out that they had given away too many tickets. Fortunately, they are calling and there will be two tickets at will call for me. Crazy. Just crazy.
And I have a blind date tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes.
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