Clearly I watch too much TV. I don't actually think its a bad thing. I've learned a lot of random things from TV. For example, there was a little Peruvian boy that was basically born "pregnant" with his twin! Crazy shit, right? But as a young, impressionable girl, all my first crushes were from the cute boys I saw every week on TV. *sigh* Below are a few of my most memorable ones.
Bo Duke (Dukes of Hazzard): Oh, this country boy had it going on! And I oddly didn't mind that he wore the EXACT same clothes every week. I mean, if he asked, I'd have done his laundry. Now, my sister preferred Luke Duke. Ok, he had a better name, but I was blond and so was Bo. My sister was brunette and so was Luke. It was perfect, right?! Plus, we didnt have to fight over them.
Matt Dillon & Ralph Macchio (The Outsiders): I clumped these 2 together because this is one of the BEST movies of all time. And, they were both in it and that's how I was introduced to them. This was early in both of their careers and they were hotttt! Dirty, street hoods. I loved Ralph in this MUCH better than those silly Karate Kid movies (ok, I loved those too). And Matt Dillon's death scene is to die for. "Nooo, he's just a kid!!" Awww.. *sigh*
Duran Duran: I LOVED the band Duran Duran. I would have married all of the guys in the band, except Andy Taylor..eww. But no one liked him anyway. He was the blacksheep of the band. Not as fashionable or cute as the others. I didnt even mind that a few of them wore more makeup than me at the time. I kinda liked it, actually, from what I remember.
Billy Idol: I wanted to have little blond, spiky haired babies with him. That snarl...those lips...that vulgar language in his accent. Holy mother! Rebel Yell indeed, Billy. Rawr!
Ricky Schroeder (Silver Spoons): Who remembers this show? He was a rich kid living in a mansion with his dad. He had a freaking mini train that went around the house on a train track. Alfonso Ribiero was his best friend. Ricky was blond and cute and had dimples when he smiled...he was in ALL the Tiger Beat mags. I thought I might have had a chance with him. IF we met, and IF as older and IF I looked cuter and IF I was maybe an actress.
Kirk Cameron (Growing Pains): Mike Seaver. He was gorgeous and had the best smile. Killer dimples. Oh, and his best bud's name was Boner. He oozed cool. And no one could insult his sister like him. He had a mullet but boy could he pull it off. Now he's all churchy and preachy and not that cute. Oh well. Love is fleeting.
Keanu Reeves: He was in an indie flick called The River's Edge that was cool! And in his "Bill and Ted" days he was the shit! He could play "dumb" like a champ. I loved his jeans and untied "shit kicker"work boots. And he could give a vacant stare and say "Whoa" like no one else could.
Corey Haim: RIP Corey. Back in the days of "The 2 Corey's" this Corey had the edge! Cuter, funnier, better dresser. And again with the dimples. I must have had a thing for dimples then because now...not so much. When he was on top of his game, he was a good actor, too. Remember a little movie called Lucas? Anyway, he did drugs..drugs are bad..yada yada...you know how it ends. Too bad, at one time the kid had the world by the balls. Too bad he couldnt hang on. One thing I always wondered..why was he not in The Goonies?
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
My Bucket List - things to do before I kick the bucket
Everyone has a list, either on paper or in your head, of things you've always wanted to try before you die, no matter how normal or outrageous. I have a list. Some things I've been able to cross off and others I know I never will.
Here are a few of the things still left on my list, in no particular order.
1) Enter an Eating Contest: Specifically lobster. Now, I'm not an idiot, I know I'd never win. But its not about that. I've done research, I may be small but I've got a damn good appetite. I go to the store & buy 2lbs of lobster meat and I've got 1lb eaten before I even get home!
2) Have a Song Written About Me: The ultimate compliment. To be thought about so much by someone that you're worthy of having a song written about you..for better or worse...to be heard by all the world. In my case, I don't much care if its a love song or one about how I was the worst girlfriend that ever lived. Its the fact that someone thought about you that much that matters.
3) Be In a Music Video: I'm not looking to be the next Tawny Kitaen on the hood of a car in a Whitesnake video. Just a girl in a video. Nothing crazy. Sorry Snoop & Dre, no "sippin on gin & juice" for this girl (maybe long ago when I had the bod for it).
4) Be a Stuntwoman: I'm not looking to leap over buildings or be lit on fire. More like a body double that does a little less dangerous stunt work. I'm small but scrappy and will try anything 3 times.
5) Die in a B-Horror Movie: I love horror movies, but I'm intrigued by the not-so-good, low budget ones. The ones with a thin plot where the dumb girl gets chased, screams a lot and falls victim to the killer, dying a grizzly death and visions of obviously fake blood splatters across the room. I wanna be that girl. How cool would it be to die in a movie?
6) Be on Cash Cab: I love this show. No..I'm addicted to this show. I have a head full of otherwise useless info that is begging to be let loose. Pop culture and entertainment-related info are my specialties, but I'd love to see how I'd do on a game show.
7) Do Color Comentary for Red Sox: I know baseball. I'm pretty funny. Its a match made in heaven. At work I'm known as the "Queen of Red Sox Nation". Jerry Remy, look out. NESN...call me.
8) Get a Job with the Travel Channel: How did Samantha Brown get her job? That's what I want to do. I've traveled around Europe, I know stuff based on actual experience. I think I'd be fun to watch.
9) Work in a Funeral Home: Even for just a week. I feel like I got in the wrong profession. I should have been a Mortician or a Medical Examiner. I don't mind oogy things and I'm extremely curious. I've even considered donating my body to science when I die.
10) Travel to CA: I've traveled up & down the east coast, to Canada and around Europe, but I want to check out more of the US. So why not start with the complete opposite coast? The first things I'd do is go to Pinkberry and In N Out Burger, Hollywood Forever Cemetary (yeah, yeah...I have a weird infatuation with death) and take one of the Death Hag's "Dearly Departed Tours". (If you're not familiar with him, he runs one of my favorite websites, http://www.findadeath.com/ << *warning* website contains stories/info/pics re: deceased celebrities, view at own risk) 11) Go Hunting: Every fall as a kid, the family would head to our camp in Camden so my dad, grandpa, cousins and family friends could all go deer/moose hunting. I have way too many pictures of me with a goofy grin standing next to a gutted deer corpse. I just thought it would be interesting to be the hunter. In reality, I'd probably misread my compass, get lost, fall in a creek and need to get rescued. But hopefully I'd look cute doing it. Do they make high-heeled hunting boots?
12) Take My Kids To England: One of my favorite places to travel was the UK, and I know thyy'd like it, too. I was there a few times and even went there on my honeymoon. Tons to see and do. I'm gonna make this one happen.
Here are a few of the things still left on my list, in no particular order.
1) Enter an Eating Contest: Specifically lobster. Now, I'm not an idiot, I know I'd never win. But its not about that. I've done research, I may be small but I've got a damn good appetite. I go to the store & buy 2lbs of lobster meat and I've got 1lb eaten before I even get home!
2) Have a Song Written About Me: The ultimate compliment. To be thought about so much by someone that you're worthy of having a song written about you..for better or worse...to be heard by all the world. In my case, I don't much care if its a love song or one about how I was the worst girlfriend that ever lived. Its the fact that someone thought about you that much that matters.
3) Be In a Music Video: I'm not looking to be the next Tawny Kitaen on the hood of a car in a Whitesnake video. Just a girl in a video. Nothing crazy. Sorry Snoop & Dre, no "sippin on gin & juice" for this girl (maybe long ago when I had the bod for it).
4) Be a Stuntwoman: I'm not looking to leap over buildings or be lit on fire. More like a body double that does a little less dangerous stunt work. I'm small but scrappy and will try anything 3 times.
5) Die in a B-Horror Movie: I love horror movies, but I'm intrigued by the not-so-good, low budget ones. The ones with a thin plot where the dumb girl gets chased, screams a lot and falls victim to the killer, dying a grizzly death and visions of obviously fake blood splatters across the room. I wanna be that girl. How cool would it be to die in a movie?
6) Be on Cash Cab: I love this show. No..I'm addicted to this show. I have a head full of otherwise useless info that is begging to be let loose. Pop culture and entertainment-related info are my specialties, but I'd love to see how I'd do on a game show.
7) Do Color Comentary for Red Sox: I know baseball. I'm pretty funny. Its a match made in heaven. At work I'm known as the "Queen of Red Sox Nation". Jerry Remy, look out. NESN...call me.
8) Get a Job with the Travel Channel: How did Samantha Brown get her job? That's what I want to do. I've traveled around Europe, I know stuff based on actual experience. I think I'd be fun to watch.
9) Work in a Funeral Home: Even for just a week. I feel like I got in the wrong profession. I should have been a Mortician or a Medical Examiner. I don't mind oogy things and I'm extremely curious. I've even considered donating my body to science when I die.
10) Travel to CA: I've traveled up & down the east coast, to Canada and around Europe, but I want to check out more of the US. So why not start with the complete opposite coast? The first things I'd do is go to Pinkberry and In N Out Burger, Hollywood Forever Cemetary (yeah, yeah...I have a weird infatuation with death) and take one of the Death Hag's "Dearly Departed Tours". (If you're not familiar with him, he runs one of my favorite websites, http://www.findadeath.com/ << *warning* website contains stories/info/pics re: deceased celebrities, view at own risk) 11) Go Hunting: Every fall as a kid, the family would head to our camp in Camden so my dad, grandpa, cousins and family friends could all go deer/moose hunting. I have way too many pictures of me with a goofy grin standing next to a gutted deer corpse. I just thought it would be interesting to be the hunter. In reality, I'd probably misread my compass, get lost, fall in a creek and need to get rescued. But hopefully I'd look cute doing it. Do they make high-heeled hunting boots?
12) Take My Kids To England: One of my favorite places to travel was the UK, and I know thyy'd like it, too. I was there a few times and even went there on my honeymoon. Tons to see and do. I'm gonna make this one happen.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Why I Will Never Go To Applebee's Again - aka - The Perils of Dining out With Kids
When you have kids, you are inevitably forced to makes sacrifices. One of these sacrifices is forgoing eating meals out at places that serve "real" food and sticking to places that offer kid's menus and stupid gimmicks to entertain them. One such place is Applebee's. However, in one fell swoop that place has been forever stricken from the list of acceptable restaurants as I am too embarrassed to ever show my face there again. Oh, sure, you may say "just go to a different location", but I am convinced that there is a poster of my family that has been copied and posted at EVERY Applebee's location there is, with a cautionary warning. Here is my story...
Me, hubs & our 2 girls (ages approx 3 and 5 at the time) decided to eat out, and Applebee's was the closest restaurant to where we were. We go in and get seated & order drinks. The kids wanted milkshakes so they both got the strawberry one. Now, any smart mother knows that you NEVER give the kids anything like a drink or dessert with lots of chocolate. Its messy, it stains and they WILL spill it. The 3 year old spilled hers (surprise, surprise) at the exact same time that the 5 year old had to go to the bathroom. Since both kids are girls, hubs lucks out and never has the unenviable task of taking the kids into a public restroom (*gag*). So, I give hubs explicit instructions to order another drink for the kidlet..specifically saying NOT THE OREO ONE. I took the other kidlet to the bathroom and when I came back to the table, guess what I saw? Yup, hubs got her the Oreo shake. WTH?? So there she is, most of it already on her face forming a miniature chocolate Hitler mustache on her upper lip...and somehow on one of her eyebrows (?) but she had the biggest smile on her face. All the patrons at the tables around us were pointing & laughing at her...and I'm guessing hubs, because the look I gave him should have killed him 10 times over.
So the food finally comes and "mini Hitler" ends up getting more on the floor than in her mouth. I mean, it was a mess. The other kid spills her drink...on me, and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. When the waitress came over to ask if we wanted dessert I declined and asked for the check...I could even see them getting the vacuum ready for when we left. No...not that cute, little Bissell rug sweeper thing that restaurants usually use. This was a heavy duty job for the actual vacuum!
So we pay the bill and start to walk out. The 3 year old is acting up and walking too slow for my liking, so I pick her up and start walking out, followed by the other kidlet and hubs. As I'm walking, kidlet accidentally kicks my sandal (a 3" high slide-on shoe) about 3 booths ahead of me! So here I am carrying the other kid, trying to walk fast...but it's more of a uneven hobble, trying to slide my shoe on once I walk up to it, but it was upside down & I was having trouble flipping it over with my foot. I finally manage to get it on and practically run to the exit (of course hubs and my other kidlet walked ahead of me while I was dealing w/the "shoe fiasco" (oh yeah, thanks for the help!?) so they were already waiting for me at the door. As we head out, the silly hostess asks if we want balloons for the kids. I pretty much screamed, "NO!" and ran the hell out the door, never to return again.
I suppose the moral of the story could be, "just eat at home, its not worth the hassle." I just look at it in terms of "one less public place I can ever show my face again." Ah, the joys of parenthood.
Me, hubs & our 2 girls (ages approx 3 and 5 at the time) decided to eat out, and Applebee's was the closest restaurant to where we were. We go in and get seated & order drinks. The kids wanted milkshakes so they both got the strawberry one. Now, any smart mother knows that you NEVER give the kids anything like a drink or dessert with lots of chocolate. Its messy, it stains and they WILL spill it. The 3 year old spilled hers (surprise, surprise) at the exact same time that the 5 year old had to go to the bathroom. Since both kids are girls, hubs lucks out and never has the unenviable task of taking the kids into a public restroom (*gag*). So, I give hubs explicit instructions to order another drink for the kidlet..specifically saying NOT THE OREO ONE. I took the other kidlet to the bathroom and when I came back to the table, guess what I saw? Yup, hubs got her the Oreo shake. WTH?? So there she is, most of it already on her face forming a miniature chocolate Hitler mustache on her upper lip...and somehow on one of her eyebrows (?) but she had the biggest smile on her face. All the patrons at the tables around us were pointing & laughing at her...and I'm guessing hubs, because the look I gave him should have killed him 10 times over.
So the food finally comes and "mini Hitler" ends up getting more on the floor than in her mouth. I mean, it was a mess. The other kid spills her drink...on me, and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. When the waitress came over to ask if we wanted dessert I declined and asked for the check...I could even see them getting the vacuum ready for when we left. No...not that cute, little Bissell rug sweeper thing that restaurants usually use. This was a heavy duty job for the actual vacuum!
So we pay the bill and start to walk out. The 3 year old is acting up and walking too slow for my liking, so I pick her up and start walking out, followed by the other kidlet and hubs. As I'm walking, kidlet accidentally kicks my sandal (a 3" high slide-on shoe) about 3 booths ahead of me! So here I am carrying the other kid, trying to walk fast...but it's more of a uneven hobble, trying to slide my shoe on once I walk up to it, but it was upside down & I was having trouble flipping it over with my foot. I finally manage to get it on and practically run to the exit (of course hubs and my other kidlet walked ahead of me while I was dealing w/the "shoe fiasco" (oh yeah, thanks for the help!?) so they were already waiting for me at the door. As we head out, the silly hostess asks if we want balloons for the kids. I pretty much screamed, "NO!" and ran the hell out the door, never to return again.
I suppose the moral of the story could be, "just eat at home, its not worth the hassle." I just look at it in terms of "one less public place I can ever show my face again." Ah, the joys of parenthood.
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