Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
No Thanks Dad, I Already Have a Mercedes.
Today I found out that there is a reality show called "The Two Coreys" that stars- oh, yes- Corey Haim and Corey Feldman. I don't have cable, and haven't for quite a few years, and as a result, this show totally skipped my awareness. Which seems wrong, somehow, considering my Corey History.
By which, I mean the time I saw Corey Feldman. In concert. At Mickey Finn's. Actually, attending that show came about moreso because Thuy wanted to see the opening band, Koufax, but for me, Corey Feldman was a bonus.
When he got on stage, he was wearing a leather trench coat and a fedora and there may or may not have been a feather in his fedora...I'm picturing a feather, but you know how sometimes your brain embellishes a memory to make it better? It may be one of those things. Cause a feather- HA! That would make it much cooler.
Later it must have gotten too hot for the trench coat, cause he took it off and did the rest of the show shirtless. And speaking of shirts, his fiance (now his wife) was running the merchandise table and parts of her bounced when she danced, and other parts did not. Think about it.
Anyway. The show wasn't the best part. That came AFTER the show. About halfway through Corey's set, we lost interest and went outside. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of the bar when the show ended, and Corey came running out of the door right behind the stage, and ran past us. And he was running as if he expected to be mobbed by fans. Except our little group were the only people out there. And no one followed him out the door. We just stood there and quietly watched him jump into his car and speed away. Then we resumed our conversation. We didn't give it much thought until a few minutes later, when Corey's car pulled around the corner and passed the bar. Then, a minute or so after that, it came back around the corner and passed the bar again. This went on for a good half an hour or so- he just kept driving around in circles, past the bar, sometimes honking, as if he couldn't accept that no one had chased him and hoped that everyone was maybe just slow getting outside. I think one girl eventually ran towards his car and gave a half-hearted scream, but I wasn't really convinced.
During this time, a crazy-looking guy from Corey's band came out of nowhere and joined our circle. He stood there for a minute. Then he walked away.
None of this is to say that I don't enjoi Corey Feldman's movies or his status as an 80's superstar. You'd be hard-pressed to find better movies than Stand By Me, Lost Boys, License to Drive, The Burbs... As a matter of fact, on the first day of a college class way back when, we were asked to fill out questionnaires about ourselves and read the answers to the class in one of those annoying "get to know everyone even though you'll never remember any of this tomorrow" exercises. And when asked my favorite actor(s), I wrote, "The Coreys". When I read my answer to the class, no one knew what I was talking about and I had to explain to everyone that I mean Corey Feldman and Corey Haim, and how they were really popular in the 80's and everyone referred to them as The Coreys...that baby was lost on those suckers.
So, in conclusion, I might have to someday rent a season of The Two Coreys or something, because my curiosity is most certainly peaked.
By which, I mean the time I saw Corey Feldman. In concert. At Mickey Finn's. Actually, attending that show came about moreso because Thuy wanted to see the opening band, Koufax, but for me, Corey Feldman was a bonus.
When he got on stage, he was wearing a leather trench coat and a fedora and there may or may not have been a feather in his fedora...I'm picturing a feather, but you know how sometimes your brain embellishes a memory to make it better? It may be one of those things. Cause a feather- HA! That would make it much cooler.
Later it must have gotten too hot for the trench coat, cause he took it off and did the rest of the show shirtless. And speaking of shirts, his fiance (now his wife) was running the merchandise table and parts of her bounced when she danced, and other parts did not. Think about it.
Anyway. The show wasn't the best part. That came AFTER the show. About halfway through Corey's set, we lost interest and went outside. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of the bar when the show ended, and Corey came running out of the door right behind the stage, and ran past us. And he was running as if he expected to be mobbed by fans. Except our little group were the only people out there. And no one followed him out the door. We just stood there and quietly watched him jump into his car and speed away. Then we resumed our conversation. We didn't give it much thought until a few minutes later, when Corey's car pulled around the corner and passed the bar. Then, a minute or so after that, it came back around the corner and passed the bar again. This went on for a good half an hour or so- he just kept driving around in circles, past the bar, sometimes honking, as if he couldn't accept that no one had chased him and hoped that everyone was maybe just slow getting outside. I think one girl eventually ran towards his car and gave a half-hearted scream, but I wasn't really convinced.
During this time, a crazy-looking guy from Corey's band came out of nowhere and joined our circle. He stood there for a minute. Then he walked away.
None of this is to say that I don't enjoi Corey Feldman's movies or his status as an 80's superstar. You'd be hard-pressed to find better movies than Stand By Me, Lost Boys, License to Drive, The Burbs... As a matter of fact, on the first day of a college class way back when, we were asked to fill out questionnaires about ourselves and read the answers to the class in one of those annoying "get to know everyone even though you'll never remember any of this tomorrow" exercises. And when asked my favorite actor(s), I wrote, "The Coreys". When I read my answer to the class, no one knew what I was talking about and I had to explain to everyone that I mean Corey Feldman and Corey Haim, and how they were really popular in the 80's and everyone referred to them as The Coreys...that baby was lost on those suckers.
So, in conclusion, I might have to someday rent a season of The Two Coreys or something, because my curiosity is most certainly peaked.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two On Your Windshield
At work yesterday, I was getting a drink and overheard 2 ladies at the microwave. One of them was wondering if what she was putting in the microwave was microwave-safe. The other lady laughed and said, "I don't know, but I do know that Wendy's wrappers aren't!" And I thought, "Well, of course they're not! The last time I had Wendy's, the wrappers were shiny foil! Which is METAL." And I was thinking that this woman wouldn't have said that if she hadn't actually put one of those shiny, metal wrappers into a microwave at one time or another. Which brought back a memory...
...of the time one of my sisters- I won't say which one, to save her some embarrassment- put a metal bowl in my parent's microwave. The expected result happened, which is that the microwave caught on fire and had a big burn mark in it and didn't work anymore. My other sisters and I teased her mercilessly about it, because seriously- she was old enough to know better. Anyhoo, the four of us ended up putting money together and buying my parents a new microwave for Christmas. And about a week later, I was hanging out in my parent's kitchen when I saw my sister walking towards the microwave with a bowl. The same metal bowl that she had used to blow up the old microwave! So I said, "Ky- (ahem)- Anonymous Sister, what are you doing?" She copped a big attitude, "Putting food in the microwave, what does it look like?" "It looks like you're about to blow up a second microwave with the same metal bowl you used to set the last one on fire." She looked down at the bowl, "Well, how was I supposed to know it was metal?" "Um, you're holding it." Then she got mad. But the microwave was saved. The end.
In other news, I am going back to school this fall! Yesterday I had an appointment with a counselor at MCCC, which I used to attend once upon a time, and I am all set and have all of the information I need so that I can sign up for fall classes and finally finish the degree I should have finished years ago. And while it feels silly to take classes in things I have been getting paid to do for the last 9 years, I know it is a necessity to have a degree in order to get anywhere in life, and I really do like school (I know, nerd alert!), so I'm pretty excited about it, actually.
The bad news is, my trip up to Monroe resulted in a fatality...a bird fatality. It came out of nowhere and hit the windshield of my grandpa's car! That car is seriously so big, there was almost no way the bird could have avoided it. Which led to the following text message exchange between Bobby and I:
Erin: I get my car back 2day- which means more birds can feel safe again.
Bobby: Good. Don't you feel any remorse erin? You murdered one of gods beautiful creatures.
Erin: It wasnt me, it was the grand marquis! It does what it wants, & what it wants is murder!
Bobby: Haha. Like christine. I think its you. Ole ice cold erin.
Erin: My eyes are like staring into an abyss of nothingness. If u stare 2 long, u may lose ur soul.
Bobby: Haha. Did you make that up or did u read that somewhere?
Erin: I made it up. Or someone said it 2 me on a 1st date once. I 4get.
Too much for a Tuesday morning?
Or is THIS too much for a Tuesday morning?
Either way, I'm following it up with a picture of me and Darren.
I think I'm destined to look horrible in all pictures with Darren from now on. Cause lookit my eyes! Maybe it's for the best, though. Don't want anyone staring too hard into the abyss...
...of the time one of my sisters- I won't say which one, to save her some embarrassment- put a metal bowl in my parent's microwave. The expected result happened, which is that the microwave caught on fire and had a big burn mark in it and didn't work anymore. My other sisters and I teased her mercilessly about it, because seriously- she was old enough to know better. Anyhoo, the four of us ended up putting money together and buying my parents a new microwave for Christmas. And about a week later, I was hanging out in my parent's kitchen when I saw my sister walking towards the microwave with a bowl. The same metal bowl that she had used to blow up the old microwave! So I said, "Ky- (ahem)- Anonymous Sister, what are you doing?" She copped a big attitude, "Putting food in the microwave, what does it look like?" "It looks like you're about to blow up a second microwave with the same metal bowl you used to set the last one on fire." She looked down at the bowl, "Well, how was I supposed to know it was metal?" "Um, you're holding it." Then she got mad. But the microwave was saved. The end.
In other news, I am going back to school this fall! Yesterday I had an appointment with a counselor at MCCC, which I used to attend once upon a time, and I am all set and have all of the information I need so that I can sign up for fall classes and finally finish the degree I should have finished years ago. And while it feels silly to take classes in things I have been getting paid to do for the last 9 years, I know it is a necessity to have a degree in order to get anywhere in life, and I really do like school (I know, nerd alert!), so I'm pretty excited about it, actually.
The bad news is, my trip up to Monroe resulted in a fatality...a bird fatality. It came out of nowhere and hit the windshield of my grandpa's car! That car is seriously so big, there was almost no way the bird could have avoided it. Which led to the following text message exchange between Bobby and I:
Erin: I get my car back 2day- which means more birds can feel safe again.
Bobby: Good. Don't you feel any remorse erin? You murdered one of gods beautiful creatures.
Erin: It wasnt me, it was the grand marquis! It does what it wants, & what it wants is murder!
Bobby: Haha. Like christine. I think its you. Ole ice cold erin.
Erin: My eyes are like staring into an abyss of nothingness. If u stare 2 long, u may lose ur soul.
Bobby: Haha. Did you make that up or did u read that somewhere?
Erin: I made it up. Or someone said it 2 me on a 1st date once. I 4get.
Too much for a Tuesday morning?
Or is THIS too much for a Tuesday morning?
Either way, I'm following it up with a picture of me and Darren. 
I think I'm destined to look horrible in all pictures with Darren from now on. Cause lookit my eyes! Maybe it's for the best, though. Don't want anyone staring too hard into the abyss...Which also reminds me, once we watched the movie "The Abyss" at a Youth Group get together at church, and we had closed captioning on because there were a few deaf fellas in our Youth Group. And in the middle of the movie, the captioning started malfunctioning and only printing cuss words on the screen. Which was hilarious. And ended our movie night rather prematurely.
Have a great day, everybody!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Ice Cream Dreams
It's SO CUTE that my last blog entry starts out with me being all excited about paying off my car. Because the next day- the very next day- we were driving home from the bar when my car decided to take a shit. By which I mean, it decided it no longer likes to accellerate, switch gears, or stay running at stop lights. It also developed a fun burning smell! It's currently sitting at the mechanic's and I was luckily able to drive my grandpa's car to work today.
By the way, my grandpa's car is awesome and is also a huge boat of a car. It has a tape player and the radio works (the one in my car only currently gets 2 stations, and shitty ones, at that). George Michael sang me to work today.
Our air conditioner also broke over the weekend, and the apartment maintenance people didn't think it was an emergency (I know, what's wrong with them, right?) so it isn't being fixed until today. Oh, and for a few hours yesterday, I couldn't find my keys and spent some fun time calling every single place I'd been before realizing they were missing, asking if anyone had found them. Turns out, they were in my kitchen.
Other than all of that, though, I had a really fun weekend. Darren was in town, and we went to the Comedy Club and out to the bar on Friday, and then we went out for ice cream on Saturday. Always a good time when Darren's around. Lauren had an art show on Saturday, which my mom drove me, Cory, and Bobby to, then she was kind enough to take us to the after party at Mickey Finn's and drive our drunk butts home later on. We also had a Father's Day BBQ at my parent's house on Sunday. My dad has always been a big ice cream eater, and it turns out, my grandpa puts my dad's love for ice cream to shame. So I got them both Father's Day ice cream. And I thought- You know, if I live to be 89, I will also spend my days eating as much ice cream as possible. Cause damnit, once you've lived that long, you've earned it.
I have a couple of pictures from this weekend, but left my camera at home. So perhaps they will be posted later. In the meantime, have a great week, everbody.
And cross your fingers for me that any news I get from the mechanic today is good, inexpensive news.
By the way, my grandpa's car is awesome and is also a huge boat of a car. It has a tape player and the radio works (the one in my car only currently gets 2 stations, and shitty ones, at that). George Michael sang me to work today.
Our air conditioner also broke over the weekend, and the apartment maintenance people didn't think it was an emergency (I know, what's wrong with them, right?) so it isn't being fixed until today. Oh, and for a few hours yesterday, I couldn't find my keys and spent some fun time calling every single place I'd been before realizing they were missing, asking if anyone had found them. Turns out, they were in my kitchen.
Other than all of that, though, I had a really fun weekend. Darren was in town, and we went to the Comedy Club and out to the bar on Friday, and then we went out for ice cream on Saturday. Always a good time when Darren's around. Lauren had an art show on Saturday, which my mom drove me, Cory, and Bobby to, then she was kind enough to take us to the after party at Mickey Finn's and drive our drunk butts home later on. We also had a Father's Day BBQ at my parent's house on Sunday. My dad has always been a big ice cream eater, and it turns out, my grandpa puts my dad's love for ice cream to shame. So I got them both Father's Day ice cream. And I thought- You know, if I live to be 89, I will also spend my days eating as much ice cream as possible. Cause damnit, once you've lived that long, you've earned it.
I have a couple of pictures from this weekend, but left my camera at home. So perhaps they will be posted later. In the meantime, have a great week, everbody.
And cross your fingers for me that any news I get from the mechanic today is good, inexpensive news.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Nostalgia
First, I have to start off this blog with the some SUPER GOOD NEWS!! Guess what I did today??
I PAID OFF MY CAR!!! Hooray!!! Seriously, this makes me want to cheer and possibly jump and down and be excited for the rest of the day. But I'm at work. So I'll cheer and jump and whatnot on the inside. And eat a cookie in celebration. HOORAY!!!
I know I mentioned before that my grandpa has moved in with my parents, but I'm not sure if I mentioned that Kyle is now living at my grandpa's house, mainly just to take care of things there and keep the house occupied. Yesterday I went over there to do some laundry and also ended up taking a trip back in time....to the 80's....or, more specifically, to my childhood.
My sisters and I spent a lot of time at my grandparent's house when we were little- seriously, if you've ever met my grandparents, you understand why we completely ADORE them, and if you haven't, well, that's sad cause you're missing out. Anyhoo. My grandma always bought things in 4's so that we all had our own stuff and didn't fight over it (smart lady). This led to me and Kyle's discovery of these little fellas, which we'd both completely forgotten about:
They are arranged in order- Ashley's, mine, Lauren's, Kyle's. We used these everytime we visited my grandparents. They have holes in their heads for straws, which there is still a large supply of in my grandpa's cupboard. And mine is the only left with both eyes. Cause I'm awesome.
My grandma always labeled EVERYTHING, and the boxes for these cups were no exception:
Seriously, no one one cuter than my grandma has ever existed.
I PAID OFF MY CAR!!! Hooray!!! Seriously, this makes me want to cheer and possibly jump and down and be excited for the rest of the day. But I'm at work. So I'll cheer and jump and whatnot on the inside. And eat a cookie in celebration. HOORAY!!!
I know I mentioned before that my grandpa has moved in with my parents, but I'm not sure if I mentioned that Kyle is now living at my grandpa's house, mainly just to take care of things there and keep the house occupied. Yesterday I went over there to do some laundry and also ended up taking a trip back in time....to the 80's....or, more specifically, to my childhood.
My sisters and I spent a lot of time at my grandparent's house when we were little- seriously, if you've ever met my grandparents, you understand why we completely ADORE them, and if you haven't, well, that's sad cause you're missing out. Anyhoo. My grandma always bought things in 4's so that we all had our own stuff and didn't fight over it (smart lady). This led to me and Kyle's discovery of these little fellas, which we'd both completely forgotten about:
They are arranged in order- Ashley's, mine, Lauren's, Kyle's. We used these everytime we visited my grandparents. They have holes in their heads for straws, which there is still a large supply of in my grandpa's cupboard. And mine is the only left with both eyes. Cause I'm awesome. My grandma always labeled EVERYTHING, and the boxes for these cups were no exception:
Seriously, no one one cuter than my grandma has ever existed.This is the room where Kyle is currently staying- once upon a time, it was my Aunt Sally's bedroom, but when we were little, it was where we'd sleep whenever we spent the night. The lamp on the wall totally reminds me of a hotel, and that clock used to tick really, really loud and keep me awake at night. I've always been a very light sleeper...
At one point, I went to use the restroom, only to come out and find Kyle wearing some of our old dress up clothes (yes, my grandma used to save old clothes, hats, purses, and shoes for us to dress up in).
This hat is Kyle's favorite... 
And since I've now posted embarrassing pictures of Kyle, it's only fair that I post an embarrassing picture...
And yes, we do have a daddy, but no, he did not like getting family portraits taken at church. Apparently my bad hair DID enjoi getting its picture taken, though. (This is actually nothing compared to a few of the other pictures we came across, but I'll have to save those for another day.)
At one point, I went to use the restroom, only to come out and find Kyle wearing some of our old dress up clothes (yes, my grandma used to save old clothes, hats, purses, and shoes for us to dress up in).
This hat is Kyle's favorite... 
And since I've now posted embarrassing pictures of Kyle, it's only fair that I post an embarrassing picture......of all of us:
And yes, we do have a daddy, but no, he did not like getting family portraits taken at church. Apparently my bad hair DID enjoi getting its picture taken, though. (This is actually nothing compared to a few of the other pictures we came across, but I'll have to save those for another day.)Then we found our old bath toys... I hated baths at home when I was little, but give me some boats and a shower cap at my grandma's and I was totally there...
We also spent TONS of time playing this game, and I think it actually did sharpen my memory a bit in a way that's now helpful for certain things at work...and for remembering embarrassing things other people do so that I can relate the stories at later dates.
Here's one of my favorite things. It's a doll head that we used to do the hair on. I'm not sure where my grandma ever found this thing, but I spent many an afternoon braiding her hair. Now, however, Kyle and I have decided she's super creepy and after I took this picture, Kyle made me hide her where she couldn't see her anymore.
Lastly, I have to include my favorite picture of my grandparents, ever. There are not enough words to describe what wonderful, loving, funny, caring, and just awesome people they are/were. So I will just leave you with this picture of them on the day they were married, looking young and gorgeous:
P.S. My grandpa still has all of that hair, and it's still blonde. I don't know how he does it.
We also spent TONS of time playing this game, and I think it actually did sharpen my memory a bit in a way that's now helpful for certain things at work...and for remembering embarrassing things other people do so that I can relate the stories at later dates.
Here's one of my favorite things. It's a doll head that we used to do the hair on. I'm not sure where my grandma ever found this thing, but I spent many an afternoon braiding her hair. Now, however, Kyle and I have decided she's super creepy and after I took this picture, Kyle made me hide her where she couldn't see her anymore.
Lastly, I have to include my favorite picture of my grandparents, ever. There are not enough words to describe what wonderful, loving, funny, caring, and just awesome people they are/were. So I will just leave you with this picture of them on the day they were married, looking young and gorgeous:
P.S. My grandpa still has all of that hair, and it's still blonde. I don't know how he does it. Monday, June 9, 2008
There Is No Charge For Awesomeness.
Prologue: I made the words of this post red today in honor of the searing heat outside.
It is SOO hot outside. Seriously. HOT. And it's been HOT for a good week or so now. And just in time for all this hotness, the air conditioning in my car has decided to take a crap. I've been told by at least 2-3 people that it costs about $1000 to fix. So guess who's gonna have a lot of boiling hot car rides this summer? Yup, me. It's cool, though, cause the air conditioning in our apartment works. And it's a big bunch of fucking awesome everytime I walk through the door...
I was thinking today that it seems like around here, when it's summertime and gets to be extremely hot, I forget about what it was like when it was wintertime and super-cuss-a-lot-everytime-you-walk-outside freezing cold out, and vice versa. In the winter, it gets so cold here and winter seems so endless that you think, "There is NO WAY it ever gets hot here. There is just no way I will ever walk outside without layers of clothing. There is no way I will ever want to wear tank tops and swim in a cold pool." Then summer comes and I think, "Holy crap, I can't believe there is ever a time of year when it is OK to wear more than almost nothing and holy shit, someone bring me a pool of ice cubes to dive into!"
Anyhoo. It's hot out. Now for a quick weekend recap.
On Friday, I went to see "Kung Fu Panda" with Bethany and her daughter Harmony. It was so freakin' cute and really funny. I keep wanting to quote it but no one but Bethany will understand. About 10 minutes into the movie, Harmony turned around and noticed the projector up in the back of the theater, and was so enthralled with it that I think she watched the projector more than the actual movie screen. Kids are so funny. Later on, I dropped Cory off at Bethany's so he could play video games with Bethany's husband, Al, and Bethany and I met up with Lauren at Mickey Finn's. Lots of gabbing and good times ensued. On Saturday, Cory and I went to the Old West End Festival with my mom and I got a really pretty, hand-made bracelet and also the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's", which I bought for 50 cents. I've never seen that movie, but I've always wanted to and you can't even rent it for that cheap, so...sweet! After the festival, Cory and I laid down in our air conditioning and accidentally took a 2 hour nap. And missed half of our friends' BBQ. But, we did make it for a good chunk of the BBQ, and were there long enough to witness a lot of drunken ridiculousness (everyone else's, not ours). And I was peer-pressured for the first time in ages, and you guys- I totally didn't cave in! Sign me up for an after school special! (Remember those? My favorite was the one where the girl from "Life Goes On" goes crazy and murders Tori Spelling with an apple knife).
Anyway. On Sunday, Cory and I went to church and then out for breakfast. We didn't do much else, but we did get pizza and slushies for dinner. Then Kyle came over and we all watched "Semi-Pro", which was pretty funny. Listen to the cast of this movie: Will Ferrell, Andre Benjamin, Woody Harrelson, Andy Richter, Will Arnett, Ed Helms, and tons more I'm probably forgetting about. And I'm just putting this out there: Andre Benjamin is the epitome of cool.
One last thing. I heard the song "Waiting for a Star to Fall" when I went to the pet store on my lunch break today. That song always reminds me of roller skating at Ohio Skate when I was little. Ah, nostalgia. Cause that's where you belong, in my arms, baby, yeah!
It is SOO hot outside. Seriously. HOT. And it's been HOT for a good week or so now. And just in time for all this hotness, the air conditioning in my car has decided to take a crap. I've been told by at least 2-3 people that it costs about $1000 to fix. So guess who's gonna have a lot of boiling hot car rides this summer? Yup, me. It's cool, though, cause the air conditioning in our apartment works. And it's a big bunch of fucking awesome everytime I walk through the door...
I was thinking today that it seems like around here, when it's summertime and gets to be extremely hot, I forget about what it was like when it was wintertime and super-cuss-a-lot-everytime-you-walk-outside freezing cold out, and vice versa. In the winter, it gets so cold here and winter seems so endless that you think, "There is NO WAY it ever gets hot here. There is just no way I will ever walk outside without layers of clothing. There is no way I will ever want to wear tank tops and swim in a cold pool." Then summer comes and I think, "Holy crap, I can't believe there is ever a time of year when it is OK to wear more than almost nothing and holy shit, someone bring me a pool of ice cubes to dive into!"
Anyhoo. It's hot out. Now for a quick weekend recap.
On Friday, I went to see "Kung Fu Panda" with Bethany and her daughter Harmony. It was so freakin' cute and really funny. I keep wanting to quote it but no one but Bethany will understand. About 10 minutes into the movie, Harmony turned around and noticed the projector up in the back of the theater, and was so enthralled with it that I think she watched the projector more than the actual movie screen. Kids are so funny. Later on, I dropped Cory off at Bethany's so he could play video games with Bethany's husband, Al, and Bethany and I met up with Lauren at Mickey Finn's. Lots of gabbing and good times ensued. On Saturday, Cory and I went to the Old West End Festival with my mom and I got a really pretty, hand-made bracelet and also the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's", which I bought for 50 cents. I've never seen that movie, but I've always wanted to and you can't even rent it for that cheap, so...sweet! After the festival, Cory and I laid down in our air conditioning and accidentally took a 2 hour nap. And missed half of our friends' BBQ. But, we did make it for a good chunk of the BBQ, and were there long enough to witness a lot of drunken ridiculousness (everyone else's, not ours). And I was peer-pressured for the first time in ages, and you guys- I totally didn't cave in! Sign me up for an after school special! (Remember those? My favorite was the one where the girl from "Life Goes On" goes crazy and murders Tori Spelling with an apple knife).
Anyway. On Sunday, Cory and I went to church and then out for breakfast. We didn't do much else, but we did get pizza and slushies for dinner. Then Kyle came over and we all watched "Semi-Pro", which was pretty funny. Listen to the cast of this movie: Will Ferrell, Andre Benjamin, Woody Harrelson, Andy Richter, Will Arnett, Ed Helms, and tons more I'm probably forgetting about. And I'm just putting this out there: Andre Benjamin is the epitome of cool.
One last thing. I heard the song "Waiting for a Star to Fall" when I went to the pet store on my lunch break today. That song always reminds me of roller skating at Ohio Skate when I was little. Ah, nostalgia. Cause that's where you belong, in my arms, baby, yeah!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Butterfly Tots
Currently I am eating the best thing to ever happen to potatoes. Tator tots. Tator-f'ing-tots. Delicious.
I also have a terrible song in my head. "Butterfly Kisses". This is a super cheesy song that came out about a million years ago when I still lived at home with my parents. One night, I was spending the night next door at Holly's. Holly always insisted on leaving the radio on all night long, even though I seriously hate sleeping with a radio on. It's not so much falling asleep to the radio that bugs me, it's the inevitable moment when I wake up in the middle of the night and the radio is still on. For some reason, it irritates the bejesus out of me. (Yes, I said "bejesus".) So this one night, I was staying at her house and woke up to "Butterfly Kisses". I fumbled around in the dark and turned the radio off, and for the moment, all was right with the world. The next day, I found out I had somehow broken the CD player in the process of turning the radio off. I'm not sure how I broke it, but I do know it never worked again.
But anyway. The reason I mention it is because this song reminded me of a conversation that took place at my parent's house the other day, while Lauren, Kyle, and I were all there to have pizza and pie in honor of Lauren's birthday.
We were all talking, and somehow came upon the subject of marriage. My dad commented that none of us were ever going to get married, and when I asked him why he said that, Kyle said, "He also told me the other day that he doesn't think we're ever going to have babies." My dad put on his best pout and said, "Well, all of my friends have grand-babies and I don't have any grand-babies. It's not fair." To which Kyle replied in her most serious, sympathetic tone, "Aww, Dad. Do you want me to go get knocked up?"
P.S. Lauren has an art show at the Secor Building on June 14th and the after-party is at Mickey Finn's. Everyone who can, should be there. Darren, you are totally coming to this with me while you are in town. And no, you don't get any say in the matter.
Have a lovely, humid Thursday, everybody!
I also have a terrible song in my head. "Butterfly Kisses". This is a super cheesy song that came out about a million years ago when I still lived at home with my parents. One night, I was spending the night next door at Holly's. Holly always insisted on leaving the radio on all night long, even though I seriously hate sleeping with a radio on. It's not so much falling asleep to the radio that bugs me, it's the inevitable moment when I wake up in the middle of the night and the radio is still on. For some reason, it irritates the bejesus out of me. (Yes, I said "bejesus".) So this one night, I was staying at her house and woke up to "Butterfly Kisses". I fumbled around in the dark and turned the radio off, and for the moment, all was right with the world. The next day, I found out I had somehow broken the CD player in the process of turning the radio off. I'm not sure how I broke it, but I do know it never worked again.
But anyway. The reason I mention it is because this song reminded me of a conversation that took place at my parent's house the other day, while Lauren, Kyle, and I were all there to have pizza and pie in honor of Lauren's birthday.
We were all talking, and somehow came upon the subject of marriage. My dad commented that none of us were ever going to get married, and when I asked him why he said that, Kyle said, "He also told me the other day that he doesn't think we're ever going to have babies." My dad put on his best pout and said, "Well, all of my friends have grand-babies and I don't have any grand-babies. It's not fair." To which Kyle replied in her most serious, sympathetic tone, "Aww, Dad. Do you want me to go get knocked up?"
P.S. Lauren has an art show at the Secor Building on June 14th and the after-party is at Mickey Finn's. Everyone who can, should be there. Darren, you are totally coming to this with me while you are in town. And no, you don't get any say in the matter.
Have a lovely, humid Thursday, everybody!
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