Okay, no. I don't talk like that. You should probably also know that I didn't learn how to use a "#" or that I should be calling it a "hashtag" (yes, I was calling it the "pound button" because I'm apparently very old) until one month ago. And I swear, I only use it on Instagram when I'm at a party or some activity where I want everyone to be able to see my pictures. With that said, you know how tech savvy this gal is... well, isn't.
So, when a friend posted this video on Facebook, I had to take a look. And I've been looking at it roughly once a day since then. Here it is, in all of it's glory.
My favorite? #Imtherealcookiemonster and #lololololololololololololololololololololololololol
I find Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake to be pretty attractive and ridiculously hilarious, so that doesn't hurt either.
Hello friend. Are we still friends? Please say we are. My biggest apologies for being a jerk who doesn't keep you posted on my life. That's what this whole blog thing is about, right? Why yes, yes it is. I wish I knew where to begin, but since I can't actually remember when all of this started, I'll let you in on the news... I'm moving! And not just the "moving to a new place across town" kind of moving. But the "moving to a different state" kind of moving. I'm moving back to my beloved state of Colorado! I'm so excited for this next adventure and could only be happier if all of my Austin friends (in truth, some of them feel like family) could come with me. Since that is not a possibility, I've made plans (some of which, if broken, will cost me a fifty dollar dinner!) to come back to the capitol of the Lone Star State.
Anyway, today the movers came and within an hour and a half of arriving, they had all of my belongings packed and in the van, ready to head back to the Centennial State. Moving, to me, is cathartic, bittersweet, messy, exhausting, and time consuming. Today's Tuesday Tunes came on the radio after Molly and I finished boxing my things yesterday. Take a listen. Enjoy the irony of this song playing minutes after Molly (she did most of the work, while I just paced around) had packed my apartment.
It's 4:08am and I'm trying to get to bed, but the wheels of my mind keep spinning. There are three reasons I'm having a hard time sleeping:
1) I drank a 500mL Coca-cola (hecho en Mexico) about 2 hours ago... Thus, I'm all sugared up.
2) Last night I had nightmares that kept me up for an hour after waking ... Thus, I'm avoiding having bad dreams again.
and 3) I had one of the most remarkable nights at my job... Thus I'm still thinking about everything (good and bad) that happened. I know I will eventually discuss more, and when I do, I'll link it here.
But, it is Sunday Funnies. And amidst all of the reasons for not sleeping, I want to bring you a reason to smile. This evening, one of my families said something about having a "complicated order" while I was wheeling their child down the hallway and I nearly cried laughing. And then we quoted Bon Qui Qui the rest of the way to the patient's room. What? You don't know why that's funny? You don't know Bon Qui Qui? Well, watch this video and you'll be in the know.
Mind you, I don't normally find this video funny enough to cry over. It's funny, but not THAT funny. However, it was a very tense moment with a great family, and it truly made my night. I hope it makes you smile at the very least.
How was your weekend, Reader? I had another busy weekend. On Friday, Molly and I spent pretty much the entire day together. We played our guitars (well, she played and I attempted to play the theme song to Top Gun), went through both of our closets to get rid of clothes that are no longer loved, donated those less than loved items, had a food cart lunch where we were given a free bottle of vino (free-no or frino, if you will), and babysat to help fund her amazing trip to Africa. Saturday was a co-worker's bachelorette party. And on Sunday, I nursed the hangover given to me by the previous day's activities.
Today I'm playing "Get Lucky," by Daft Punk. I think it is another song (along with "Blurred Lines") that will define the summer of 2013. This song is obviously very technology driven, but I do enjoy it. Especially because Daft Punk does it so well.
I hope you enjoy this music video and this upcoming week!
Please tell me you've seen Teen Girl Squad. Whew! Thank goodness, I was not looking forward to telling you how hilarious it is and being disappointed that you didn't even know them. I discovered Cheerleader, So and So, What's Her Face, and The Ugly One (their nicknames, not mine) while I was in college. A friend reminded of these quick little cartoons the other day and we immediately started quoting Teen Girl Squad episodes from a decade ago.
There are plenty more hilarious videos to find on at Homestar Runner. So, spend some time on the website and find which characters are your favorite. And now you'll know why I say things like "Grood. I mean, good. And great. Great and good." and "Weirded out."
::: Please help me welcome my friend Kimberly, who co-wrote this post with me. She has a fabulous blog of her own, check it out! http://life-as-a-pearl.blogspot.com/ My comments are typed in black, and Kimberly's are in this sweet blue color. :::
I don’t currently live in the city where I
attended high school. Nor do I even live in the same state. I have only been
home two times in the last year; the first trip was for Thanksgiving and the second
was for my Dad’s birthday. This occasion hardly seems worth the airfare, the
rental car, and the trip to Cañon City.
When I polled our class president,
vice-president, and treasurer, none of them were even involved in the planning
of the event. Nor are any of the three going to the reunion. The entire reunion
seemed very off the cuff (we'll get there). I received a facebook message from one of the
creators of the event, asking if I wanted an invitation. When my invitation
arrived, I noticed this:
"Your" Invited. Umm... Thanks.
My name was spelled wrong on the invitation… AND
the invitation uses the wrong “Your/You’re."
There is always the obvious: facebook. For that
matter, every social media outlet. Oh, you run 17 miles every day? I saw that
on facebook. You ate a great meal last Tuesday? I saw that on instagram. (Oh, we’re not
even friends on facebook? Then we’ve clearly never even spoken to anyone within
a ten mile radius of each other.)
Activities included bowling (at the one and only
bowling alley in my hometown), and a pool party. I don’t know about you, but
bowling and swimming are just not activities that would draw me into a reunion.
(Pretty damn
surprised there wasn’t a “Drive relentlessly up and down Main Street” event on
Saturday night.)
With these kind of thrilling activities, I can
only assume those in attendance will not be voting on who is “Most Changed”,
“Least Distance Traveled,” or even “Cutest Couple.” But if they had, I can also
tell you I would not have been awarded any of these esteemed superlatives. But
if there had been any kind of voting system, I would have voted for these
people as the “Cutest Family.” (I second that.)
My vote for cutest family. ::: Kimberly, Eric, and Ayana. :::
Speaking of voting, I vaguely remember voting
for things like “Class Colors” and “Class Song” and the members of the Class of
2003 being flabbergasted that we would vote for ANY colors, other than our
school colors. I believe someone even put “I bleed black and gold” on their
ballot. Based on that, voting in Cañon City seems a little
on the foolish side. And I’m not just talking about high school voting. Ricka. Let me interject. Our class song (one of the VERY
few things I remember clearly from that time) was Freefallin by Mr. Thomas
Petty. A damn fine song, but consider the implications. I mean yes—most of us
(me) freefell right into a pit of despair that lasted the better part of the
last ten years—but did we have to fortell that inevitability with song?Well,
consider this, I’m pretty sure I suggested “Free Fallin’”. What does that say
about me?
I still haven’t learned the dance from “Romy
& Michele’s High School Reunion.” Now THAT is an activity that would
attract my attention.
The people in attendance once saw
me dance to songs by esteemed artists, such as Nickelback, 50 Cent, The Calling,
Nelly, and Ashanti. No, seriously. At school dances they played “How You Remind
Me.” How was I supposed to dance to that song without looking like a buffoon?
Maybe another decade and I’ll be able to look my ex-classmates in the eye.
The people I still connect with from high school didn't all just graduate in 2003- they graduated anywhere between 2001 to 2008.
Truth be told, I knew a decade ago I would not
attend my ten year high school reunion. One of my friends and I used to kid
around that the only way we would go to our reunion was if we were dating super
hot guys. My dreamboat guy in 2003? Justin Timberlake. My dreamboat guy in
2013? Same. And since Mr. Timberlake and I haven’t started dating yet, I guess
I’m not going to attend this year’s reunion.
Seriously though, many people have told me that
the ten-year reunion is mostly just everyone trying to impress everyone else
with all of their accomplishments. And while I’ve accomplished a lot (I
mentioned I no longer live in the town I grew up in, right?), I definitely
don’t need or want to brag about it. (Go ahead. Brag.)
My Turn! My Turn!:
nWhen I read Ricka’s
invitation (nope, I didn’t get one), I noted that the plan was for us to send
money to the planners of the events—sensible right? Except that I didn’t
actually know either of the girls (we’ll get there), and they said they would
deposit our money into their personal accounts. Um, really? Because no. Just
no.(At the very least, make a bank account
for the Class of 2003, right? It’s a good enough guise. But, I agree with
Kimberly, I’m not making a check out to your personal account. Nor am I giving
you my PIN number or my social security number.)
nNot only am I not
familiar with either of the event planners, I learned via the FB page that one
of the two girls didn’t even graduate with our class. She also has a Mohawk,
according to her pictures. I like silly hair as much as the next person, but I
tend not to throw money at it. It’s not a wishing well, for Pete’s sake.(I don’t remember said person in high school, but I
certainly remember her and her hair in middle school)
nI don’t go to Cañon City on a
voluntary basis. (Unless I’m there…)
nAlthough I’m sure it
would have been nice to catch up with a few people, the topic of conversation
would invariably turn to my failed marriage (to someone we all graduated with)
and my recent engagement to my MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYFRIEND. That story is adorable
pretty much everywhere except your high school reunion.
nThe aforementioned
ex-husband has wanted to go to that reunion for 10 years. I listed it in our
divorce paperwork as reason #7 for the split. After “abuse,” but ahead of
“listened to musicals non-stop (see less-than-manly).”
nAnd finally, because
if I can’t win the “Biggest Waster of the Last 10 Years” award, I don’t want to
go. I’m competitive.
Though Kimberly and I became friends in high school, our friendship has grown to be so much more. In the end, writing this post together (and all of the hilariousness that ensued) was better than any high school reunion could have been.
::: Me (far left), Kimberly (next to me), and our high school friends.:::
Maybe we'll see you gals in another ten years. Then again, maybe not.
How was your weekend? I'm going to gloat, because my weekend was beyond fantastic! My friend Molly and I did two things on my Austin Bucket List on Saturday and then I did another Bucket List activity on Sunday.
On Saturday, Molly and I went to see the Texas Roller Derby. We saw these ladies skate fast, get into brawls with each other, and fall hard. Just like the movie, "Whip It", only real life. Roller derby started right here in Austin and it was only fitting to see the original derby girls. Molly and I even gave each other roller derby names: Hot Ta-Molly and Rickashae (pronounced ricochet). Pretty creative, right? After that, we went to Alamo Drafthouse for Master Pancake Theatre. Ever been to Master Pancake? They basically play a movie, and three comedians mock it the whole time. The movie they mocked: Jurassic Park. I know what you are thinking, "That sounds amazing!" Well, you aren't wrong. It was incredibly hilarious and my abs were sore from all of the laughing.
On Sunday, my friend Dylan and some of his friends/coworkers went to see "The NeverEnding Story" at the Paramount Theatre. Confession: I have, until Sunday, never seen "The NeverEnding Story." I know, it's a classic, childhood favorite and you are shocked that I (a child of the 80's) haven't seen it. When I told my sister that I saw this movie for the first time, she was astounded as she remembers seeing it in school. In fact, my entire knowledge of this movie was from the song I'm featuring in today's Tuesday Tunes.
The song is "I'm Shakin'" by Rooney* and I'm pretty sure I haven't listened to this song for probably a decade, and yet, I remember the lyrics:
"This was so because I watched all day,
The Neverending story with Atreyu."
Anyway, I hope you all had an amazing weekend!
*Thanks to my college roommate, Amy, for introducing me to Rooney and many other things!
