...is that tonight Desperate Housewives is finally new again (which seems fitting considering Marcia Cross had the bebe's kids like 2 months ago), TOMORROW the new season of Run's House AND Little People Big World starts, AND with a new week brings new hope for a new episode of Grey's Anatomy. But I'm not holding my breath on that last one because they're starting to suck royal ca-ca in the rerun department.
Happy Easter!
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Jews for Jesus!
Last night Matt and I went to this program at our church called "Jews for Jesus" (which, at first, I thought was called "Juice for Jesus" and all I could think about was Michael Jackson) and it basically explained the Passover meal and what the Seder represents, etc. I must say, Jews are pretty cool. Kudos to FCC for being so open and embracing the Jewish culutre and wanting to educate its own congregation on Jewish traditions, especially on Good Friday. Yay for that. I almost wanted to be a Jew by the end. But I love me some Baby Jesus and Easter and Christmas and all that. So I'll pass.
Friday, April 6, 2007
It was the year 1992...
When I was in fourth grade, I had the hugest celebrity crush. But it was way embarrassing because while all the other girls were drooling over this beefcake:
I was busy planning my future medical career with this hunk:
Looking back, neither were all that hunky. They certainly aren't so hot they make my teeth sweat, that's for sure. So what was the big deal? Johnny Castle had big hair and wore spandex. Doogie Howser, M.D. had a fro... but maybe it was the brains that sent my 10 yr old heart racing. I couldn't tell my friends though. No sir. That would have been total social suicide. And in fourth grade, the competition was tough!
I tried really hard to love Johnny. That summer I spent a couple weeks at my grandparents' house. My cousins Jamie and Jonathan lived closeby and they had an above-ground swimming pool, which for some reason I thought was da bomb!! I'd go over there and we'd swim unsupervised (which was perfectly allowed back in '92), gorge ourselves on pizza flavored Goldfish and Yoo-Hoo, and have contests to see who could splash the most water out of the pool. And then it never failed. Jamie would get the great idea to sneak inside to watch Dirty Dancing. (Sidenote: I had several friends whose parents had this crazy rule that when no parents were home, friends could come over, but we all had to stay outside to play. Because outside is so much safer than inside... with all the rapists (I'll take the-rapists for $200, Alex) and "ice cream" men lurking behind the shrubs). Anyway, I'd go along with it, making sure to bring the Goldfish to keep me occupied. And then she'd be all "see if you can do the tickle scene without laughing" and I never could and neither could she. But it cracked us up and we'd be rolling on the floor laughing our Yoo-Hoo filled brains out. So see? I tried. I played along. And in the end, I wound up crushing on a gay man:)
But to balance it all out, I had an equally-as-big-if-not-bigger crush on THIS 90's eye candy:
Hobie Buchanon. I'll never forget when he took the Make-A-Wish girl out to Lover's Cove. What a slut.
Anyway, I have no idea why I thought confessing any of this would be a good idea, but hopefully whoever is reading this will still be my friend.
I was busy planning my future medical career with this hunk:
Looking back, neither were all that hunky. They certainly aren't so hot they make my teeth sweat, that's for sure. So what was the big deal? Johnny Castle had big hair and wore spandex. Doogie Howser, M.D. had a fro... but maybe it was the brains that sent my 10 yr old heart racing. I couldn't tell my friends though. No sir. That would have been total social suicide. And in fourth grade, the competition was tough!
I tried really hard to love Johnny. That summer I spent a couple weeks at my grandparents' house. My cousins Jamie and Jonathan lived closeby and they had an above-ground swimming pool, which for some reason I thought was da bomb!! I'd go over there and we'd swim unsupervised (which was perfectly allowed back in '92), gorge ourselves on pizza flavored Goldfish and Yoo-Hoo, and have contests to see who could splash the most water out of the pool. And then it never failed. Jamie would get the great idea to sneak inside to watch Dirty Dancing. (Sidenote: I had several friends whose parents had this crazy rule that when no parents were home, friends could come over, but we all had to stay outside to play. Because outside is so much safer than inside... with all the rapists (I'll take the-rapists for $200, Alex) and "ice cream" men lurking behind the shrubs). Anyway, I'd go along with it, making sure to bring the Goldfish to keep me occupied. And then she'd be all "see if you can do the tickle scene without laughing" and I never could and neither could she. But it cracked us up and we'd be rolling on the floor laughing our Yoo-Hoo filled brains out. So see? I tried. I played along. And in the end, I wound up crushing on a gay man:)
But to balance it all out, I had an equally-as-big-if-not-bigger crush on THIS 90's eye candy:
Hobie Buchanon. I'll never forget when he took the Make-A-Wish girl out to Lover's Cove. What a slut.
Anyway, I have no idea why I thought confessing any of this would be a good idea, but hopefully whoever is reading this will still be my friend.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
B to the rrrrr!
It just took me 20 minutes to sign back into this blog because in a matter of about 18 hours I forgot my username and password. I'm not even the kind of person who creates a zillion different variations of the same username/password... they're pretty much all the same! Yet, I somehow couldn't figure this one out. Whatever, I'm just confused and can't think about it anymore... and I think it's becaaaaaaaause of...
the snow? And maybe my brain froze. I know everyone is probably whining about it already, but I'm throwing my two cents in too because it's cold and tomorrow's Friday and I can do whatever I want because this is my blog! But really, do you know how cold it was this morning? I'll tell you how cold-- so cold that my hundred pound beast of a Golden Retriever climbed in bed with me and buried his ice cold nose under my chin. We nicknamed Midas "Harry" (for obvious reasons), so when Harry is cold, you know it's bad. And then? It was also so cold that I could barely bring myself to get out of bed to go to work. Which is also funny because I work upstairs and don't even have to get dressed or brush my teeth if I don't want to. So I took the comforter off my bed, wrapped myself in it, and went to work.
And also? The tulips and daffodils? They've got to be freezing. Because unlike Harry, they have no hair. See?
the snow? And maybe my brain froze. I know everyone is probably whining about it already, but I'm throwing my two cents in too because it's cold and tomorrow's Friday and I can do whatever I want because this is my blog! But really, do you know how cold it was this morning? I'll tell you how cold-- so cold that my hundred pound beast of a Golden Retriever climbed in bed with me and buried his ice cold nose under my chin. We nicknamed Midas "Harry" (for obvious reasons), so when Harry is cold, you know it's bad. And then? It was also so cold that I could barely bring myself to get out of bed to go to work. Which is also funny because I work upstairs and don't even have to get dressed or brush my teeth if I don't want to. So I took the comforter off my bed, wrapped myself in it, and went to work.
And also? The tulips and daffodils? They've got to be freezing. Because unlike Harry, they have no hair. See?
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hello.
This blog is for Jennie B., on this the fourth day of April, 2007. And if there is nothing better within 24 hours, she can slap me silly and call me Sally, so help me God.
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