Monday, June 30, 2008
The Fab 4 Meme
4 Jobs I've Held
4 Films I Could Watch Over and Over
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
4 TV Shows I Watch
Gene Simmons Family Jewels
4 Places I've Lived
Ann Arbor, MI
*And yes, I do wish I'd lived in another state for at least a little while, but I'll give my reasons for upper midwest living another time*
4 Favorite Foods
Costco chocolate cake with strawberry mousse filling and buttercream frosting
Wow Cow soft serve
4 Web Sites I Visit Everyday
*I do visit most of your blogs daily...even when I know some don't post on the weekends :)*
4 Favorite Colors
4 Places I Would Love to Be Right Now
Shopping the Miracle Mile in Chicago
"Up North" Michigan (Traverse City or the U.P.)
4 Names I Love But Did Not Use for my Child
There you go. Random, completely useless facts about me. Made your day, didn't it?
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I've watched it before and liked it, but lately? I am CRAZY obsessed. I think I may actually need to buy the DVDs, and there are very few shows I will spend that kind of money on. Here are my latest questions/observations:
- I can't decide who my favorite captain is. This is bothersome to me for some reason, like I am obligated to pick a favorite.
- The Hillstrands? What is up with the lineup of oldest, next oldest, youngest, etc.? Andy and...the blonde one look the youngest, but apparently the youngest is Neil. Huh? Hard living does wonders for your looks, apparently. I like these guys, though. Watching 'After the Catch' about brotherhood, I cried like Little House on the Prairie while they talked about passing where their dad was buried, paying tribute to him on the boat, and then they talked about how THEY buried him themselves! Made his coffin and buried him with cigarettes and a Louis L'Amour book. Unbelievable.
- WTF happened with Phil? Was that a radiology tech giving him this information - like "this didn't happen on the boat,". Did the show want her to do that for dramatic value? If you're not a radiologist, honey, don't be making a diagnosis. And now the teaser for next week is suggesting that Phil won't be able to work on the boat anymore...
- Don't mess with Captain Keith. He'll kick your ass.
- I love when they prank each other.
- I'm kind of sad that women can't participate in the "brotherhood" thing at this level. I don't mean in a physical sense, more like in camaraderie (that spelling just does not look right, but M-W says it is). Women just connect with each other differently than guys (duh). I love my girlfriends, but I also loved hanging around with guy friends...it was fun to watch the "giving of hell", so to speak. Maybe that's part of the reason I l-o-v-e this show.
- Is each TV season comprised of both King Crab and Opilio seasons? How long are the crab seasons...a week? Two weeks?
I feel better now that I've written those out. I welcome fresh insight!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Since I've realized that coming up with blog fodder is HARD, I think a theme, however occasional, might help me a bit. So that's where True Confession Tuesday comes in. Oh, they won't all be revelations, that's for sure. Most of them will be pretty inane and stupid. Hopefully some of you will be able to relate, maybe get a little conversation going. We'll see.
This week's confession:
I'm still figuring out this Linky stuff, so bear with me and play along if you want (although it's almost too late)!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Well, let's start the week out with a nice, upbeat topic! All weekend long, wherever I went, it seemed like I couldn't get decent music from any station! Since I was keeping a mental list of the songs I hate, it seemed natural to write them out. So here goes -1. Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle: The schmultziest of schmultzy, sung by a whiny man.
2. You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin' - The Righteous Brothers: No, no. Oh, so wrong. I might get some flack for this one, I realize, but it is SO overdone. I just can't stand it.
3. Man! I feel like a woman - Shania Twain: Fingernails on a chalkboard, people. The twang hits my inner ear and makes me want to drive ice picks through to make the pain go away. Actually, anything by Ms. Twain makes me feel that way. Don't like her.
4. Time -Hootie and the Blowfish: You know, at one time, I didn't mind them. But the number of times that the songs got played? Insane. As if using the name Hootie wasn't irritating enough.
5. (Everything I do) I do it for you - Bryan Adams: Bryan, Bryan, Bryan. Why? Why did you have to record this turd of a song? I mean, it goes with that turd of a movie Robin Hood, but really...I had to shred every Bop magazine picture I ever saved of you after this song.
6. I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) - Meat Loaf: (Double beat loaf. I HATE meat loaf) Um, Meat. Shorten the song title, first off. Then? Oh, the hell with it. Just scrap it, it sucks. (for the record, I don't HATE Meat Loaf, just this song. Can anyone name the movie referenced above?)
7. I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston: Whiny. Nuff' said.
8. My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion: Yes, I too was once caught up in the Titanic-mania. Then I got a life (sort of).
9. Believe - Cher: I believe that I will hear this song on repeat play...in HELL. I had a college roommate that listened to this song ad nauseum. And I was nauseous.
10. Shiny Happy People - REM: I am a dull pissy person in general. So I no like-a this shiny crappy song.
I'm sure this will be added to as I remember more (Billy Ray Cyrus), so...to be continued.
And...for the songs that other people have deemed annoying, but I like:
In the Air Tonight - Phil Collins
Holding Back the Years - Simply Red
Nikita - Elton John
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
True - Spandau Ballet
The Final Countdown - Europe
We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel
Come on Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners
The Girl is Mine - Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney
**My husband would like to note his dislikes - they would include anything by Kenny Rogers, Pet Shop Boys, and Midnight Oil. These are the artists that I like to have playing, verrrry softly, while he's sleeping. Bwa ha haaaaa...**
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
As I went to pull the first dinner plate out of its paper, it...bent. My heart caught in my throat as I realized that, indeed, more than being broken, it was shattered. I checked the stack, and EVERY. SINGLE. DINNER. PLATE. was shattered. There were bread and butter plates along with mugs in that box, nothing else was broken. I'm not even sure if the (crappy) moving company actually moved this box...some of the things were stored at my in-laws for a while until we could get them over here. I felt sick. My MIL probably bought almost everything in that set, some for the showers, some for the wedding, some for holidays following.
Luckily for me, I checked the website and Dansk has a replacement policy, where you can purchase the broken items for 50% off . Even more luckily, I chose a pattern that wasn't $150 per plate (purposely). So I have replacements coming, but I have to send the shattered pieces back to the company - to prove that I'm not lying about it, I guess.
I guess this means that I'm going to be a hell of a lot more careful with my "good" things from now on. Husband ratted me out to his mom since he's over there this week with the kid; I'm sure that will earn me another black checkmark. Oh well.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Several years ago, before he needed to wear glasses all the time, my dad only had a pair of reading glasses. True to his cheap-o-sity, he'd had the same pair for, oh, probably since before I was born (I was late teens-early 20s at the time, I think)...those big, giant, square dad-glasses. Anyway, they were old enough to be getting a bit greenish around the edges and were generally gross looking. While he worked, the glasses frequently fell out of the case in his breast pocket onto the pavement and one of the lenses would usually pop out. So what did he do? Super glue! After several times of this happening, he had just a small hole left in the middle of the offending lens to see out of, while the rest was just filmy from all the glue that had been applied. What the hell, dad...get a new pair of glasses already! It wasn't long after that when he finally decided to fork over the money, plus he was starting to need them more for distance, less for reading.
The next tidbit is less about super glue as just a moment of utter, horrific embarrassment on my part. I was a senior in high school and sitting innocently "listening" to our director during band when my friend tapped my shoulder -"K, your dad's here". Huh? My dad never came to school during the day...what the heck? I went out in the instrument room and asked him what was up. He asked me if I had the extra set of keys to the car we shared (a beautiful 1979 Chrysler LeBaron, powder blue with a white top - how lovely). I couldn't answer right away, as I was riveted by what I saw as he spoke. An old guy with a prominent chin - completely missing his false teeth so his face was sunken in like the cryptkeeper. He had tried a few days ago to fix his broken bottom plate with, what else? Super glue! Well, that time it didn't work, so he had to send them in to be fixed. For some reason, he had to wear both plates or none. O.M.G. The horror I felt...and of course I had to ask, "Dad, how did you know where to find me...?", to which the obvious answer was, "I asked at the office!". Ohhhhhh noooooooo.
Even though I was mortified at the time, I can and do laugh about it now. My father still doesn't know why I was so embarrassed. Go figure.
Monday, June 16, 2008
My husband actually had the nerve to say "so the house will be sparkling clean when we get home, right?". Yeah, after I move your sh*t out to the curb, asshat.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
This is the "pond" that is sort of kitty corner (is it kiddy corner? catty corner? I don't know, I've never typed it out before!) from our backyard. Lately, the bullfrogs have taken to being REALLY LOUD at night, to the point that it's sometimes hard to get to sleep. Sometimes I'm not sure what's more annoying - dogs or frogs? Aaahhh, the country. After 10 years of not living in it, I wonder how long it will take to truly get used to it again?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
So if you happen to hear a loud meowing sound and see this creature approaching, run, for the love of all that's holy. Your only defense is to throw down a pair of unwashed underwear. If the timing is right, she will flop right down and bury her odd little head in those babies.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Doesn't matter. I'm still proud. Proud to be a dork.