Old People

I bought my husband a PS3 for his birthday.  A very awesome gift that goes beyond the boundaries of what I would normally spend on a present.  Especially since I have never owned a game system and the last one he has was a Sega Genesis.

And he loved it.

But after a few days of playing it, I asked him (fishing for praise about how lovely I am) how he liked it.

He said, "It's great, but I hate how close I have to sit to the television to play it. The cord that connects it to the console is so short I can't even sit on the couch, I have to sit on the floor to play."

With hands on my hips I agreed with him saying, "Man, you would think that with all the improvements they have made with video games, the controller it comes with could at least be wireless.  I mean, how hard is that!"

Fast forward to a few days later, he is at work talking to the kids that work at his store, complaining about the same problem.

One of them rolls their eyes and tells him, "Hey grandpa, the cord is just so you can charge the controller you don't have to leave it plugged in while you play."

Who knew?

Feelin' M*A*S*H*Y

There is a term, coined by my husband, that is used frequently in my house.

"that MASH feeling"

This refers to anything that gives you an overall feeling of mild disappointment or melancholy.  The origin of this phrase comes from how D felt during that certain moment of the late afternoon early evening when M*A*S*H would come on in reruns when he was a kid. 

Nothing else good is gonna happen today, there's nothing to do.  In his words "I was wanting to have some fun but now it's too late in the day to hope for that".

Now I did not meet my husband til we were in our 20 and grew up hundreds of miles away in a different state.  But the first time he explained this feeling to me I immediately knew what he was talking about as this theme song brought on the exact same feeling for me.

I guess some things are universal.

Reverse the Curse

If one (not me, as I am very responsible) had friends in town on a school night. And said person (not me) over-indulged on wine at dinner even though she knew she had to go to work early in the morning and woke up the next morning feeling not so great. Then that person should definitely take 2 Midol when she eats breakfast because now I feel great! ( I mean she feels great).

It's Just Not Appropriate

I had the naked dream last night. You know the one-you show up to your everyday life but you forgot to wear clothes.

In this particular one, I was in some sort of competition on stage (a spelling bee?). I was also vaguely aware of the fact that I was a counselor at summer camp.

I have these semi-regularly but always with one distinct difference from the textbook example.

I am ALWAYS in a towel, never naked.

I really appreciate that even in my subconscious, worst case scenario imaginings, my modesty and body shame creeps in to provide a modicum of decency. In terry cloth form.

The Reason I Act Like This

Its generally agreed, by most who know me, that I am a little bit crazy. I like to think that in small doses and/or if you really love me it is endearing.

And when I receive e-mails like this one from my mother, I know that my particular brand of crazy is hereditary:

Subject: oh the humiliation‏
From: xxxxxx, Mxxx (xxxxxxx@xxxx.Net)
Sent: Tue 7/20/10 2:05 PM
To: xxxxxxxxxx@msn.com

I just discovered that my Spanks cami is on backwards. I thought the neck was awfully high in the front so I checked just to be sure. Sure enough, there was the tag.
The problem is that it is so snug that it would be very difficult to change around in the bathroom, so I guess I'll have it backwards for the rest of the day.
Now that I know it it feels like it's choking me.

FULL LEGAL DISCLOSURE: The above picture is not my mother.

Brains

Back story: For one reason or another, I have only just recently legally changed my name to my married name despite having been married for 3 years.

Story: I got my new social security card in the mail yesterday. Upon examining it I noticed that the issue date was April 21. My immediate thought? "That's Robert Smith's birthday"

Yes, Robert Smith of the Cure. A band I listened to obsessively thru my formative years but in the last 12 years or so - almost never. So it came as a surprise to me that my brain has selected this nugget of information to grasp so tightly.

And it begs the question: What crucial piece of information is my brain not remembering in order to make room for the birth date of a British rock star?

Also still in brain: Joey Macintire's favorite musician (Frank Sinatra) and food (pizza).

Yard Dogs

D and I went to my parent's house for Easter. They have a nice big backyard and the weather was perfect so the Diggles spent alot of the day playing in the yard. Pampered indoor dogs that they are, all this activity was a bit overwhelming. As soon as we got home they positioned themselves on the couch and have been asleep ever since.

Saved by the Bells

I just received a text message from my sister saying:

'The carillon on campus is playing "Danny Boy" right now but all I can hear in my head is Jesse Spano singing "Oh, Arty Boy" at Slater's lizard's funeral.'

I laughed till I cried, literally, because anytime I hear that song I think the exact same thing.

Other songs that for the rest of my life will only be associated with Saturday morning television on NBC:

"I'm So Excited" (natch)

"How am I Supposed to Live Without You" (Jesse and Slater preforming during the oh so moving Zach/Kelly break-up scene at prom)

What other songs have been forever marked in this way?

Little Lamb

This is how The Little prefers to be carried if you can believe it. Like a wee lamb. My theory is that she has a Napoleon complex about her size and like to be up high where she can feel superior to other beings.

In other news, The Little decided to go off diet a couple of days ago and tasted a couch pillow, tearing a whole clean thru it. Such a brat. She feels just terrible about it and cowers if you hold the pillow to her and point at the hole. Hilarious! I am going to try to get video of it.

Quitting Movie Trailer

A couple of years ago, my friend Chuck made a movie. Self funded, he directed, edited, and produced it here in Fayetteville. Now he is ready to promote and distribute the movie and he asked me to edit a trailer for it to help with the promoting. Here is the trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/kyoent#p/a/u/0/xx10MpT6V24

If you like what you see, please come to the premiere (it's a FREE event):


Thursday, March 18, 2010

7:00pm - 9:00pm

Union Theater, U of A campus, Fayetteville