Because Victory Is As Sweet As George Clooney’s Smile November 26, 2008
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You know, I never really considered myself a competitive person. Don’t get me wrong, I liked winning- I liked the ability to gloat at the expense of someone else and to make others feel small and inferior, but if I lost? I was usually okay with that. I shrugged off defeat with grace and kindness, genuinely congratulating the other person on their success. I was a rare hybrid- eager to make fun of you if I won, but gracious if I lost.
And then… something changed.
Lately, I’ve been betting on everything. I’m not kidding here folks, there’s been 20 question games, and code breaking and football wagers made. I’ve bet on what the temperature is going to be, if I’m going to make the shot into the garbage and movie quizzes created. I am even (and this is where you start to question my sanity) currently betting on who is going to make it into Obama’s Cabinet.
Each of these games come with consequences, if I lost- and yes dear readers, I have lost (mostly due to Peyton Manning but I really can’t get into talking football right now without MY HEAD EXPLODING). I’ve had to write a list about why the Colts are the best football team ever, I’ve had to pay someone $10, and I had to post pictures of me in costume to the delight of others. If I lose the Obama Cabinet list (which means, if my opponent guesses more appointments correctly than me), I will be forced to write out a list of 10 baseball rules and explain each of them.
And I simply cannot live in a world where that happens.
So, I need your help. Give me some ideas, on who Obama is going to pick for these positions, and if you have no idea, then just make something up. Because if you can’t help me solve this, you can at least make me laugh. Or, just simply tell me are you as competitive as I have become?
Secretary of Agriculture
Secretary of Interior
Secretary of Justice
Secretary of Labor
Secretary of Education
Secretary of Energy
Secretary of Transportation
Secretary of Veteran Affairs
Secretary of Housing and Urban Development
I should note too, that this weekend I will be watching “Remember the Titans’ and just to ensure that I watched it, I will have to pass a test. It could be worse- my opponent has to watch “Sense and Sensibility”. Shhh… if you listen closely I think you can hear him weeping like a girl not asked to prom.
And for anyone who ever wondered what would happen to the hard core political junkies who dedicated an obscene amount of free time to CNN and watching primary races, now you have your answer- they create their own competitive Hell.
Sigh.
If only Anderson “the silver fox” Cooper was here to moderate this competition- life would be good again. I’m so sure of this, I’d be willing to bet on it.
Explain to Me: The Benefits of Friends with Benefits November 24, 2008
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In the last few weeks I’ve had multiple conversations with people all of whom are in ‘friends with benefits’ situations. Which? Always intrigues me, the way Alaskan cruises or tightrope walking intrigues me- I think they appear fun but I don’t think they are for me.
There’s a gene I think I lack. The “I’m cool with exchanging bodily fluids without caring enough to date you” gene. Don’t get me wrong- I’ve done the walk of shame, I’ve made very many bad choices and have enjoyed every single one. But repeatedly going back to the same person, liking them enough to sleep with them but not enough to date them? There’s something about this idea that makes me unable to do this- similar to wanting to like Spencer but just not being able to. (Wait, I think I just compared Spencer to sex, that is so… so wrong I don’t even know where to begin. Also? He and Heidi got married?! What. The. Hell?!)
Which of course, makes listening to others talk about the benefits and consequences of their situations even more interesting to me. I hear of the convenience and the ease, how with a quick dinner or a drink they’ve guaranteed sex for the night. I hear about how comfortable the routine is, how they don’t worry about feelings or consequences and how no one stays up wondering “where is this going?”. And of course, I hear how nice it is to have guaranteed sex.
But the funny thing is, I’m not hearing anyone tell me how great the sex is that they are having. It’s all being described as mediocre. Which makes me wonder, are these people just picking the wrong “friend” to have sex with? Or is it possible that the one benefit you don’t get from a “friend with benefits” is REALLY great sex? I know great sex is possible with the one night stand, but can you go back repeatedly to the same person that you know you never want to date and expect it to be mind blowing each time? And if it’s NOT good sex, is mediocre sex better than no sex?
These are my questions. I’m waiting for your answers.
(Don’t take this post the wrong way, I’m not judging this choice. In fact, there’s been times in my life where I’ve wished I was capable of pulling off this feat. I think if I would chew less ice if I had the ‘friends with benefit’ gene. And if you have to ask about the ice chewing, I can’t explain it).
The one where I make fun of blog about Twilight
November 18, 2008
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First of all, if you haven’t read the book and plan on reading the book, just ignore this post. Or, if you’ve read the book and feel so strongly about the book that you’ve already emailed me to lodge a complaint against the comments I’ve yet to make (but are definitely coming) mocking this book? Help keep us both sane and skip this post.
It’s quite possible to like something and still feel the strong, undesirable urge to make fun of it. That pretty much is the basis for my relationship with my brother- or why I’m still watching the The Hills. I thought about discussing the whole first book at once, but then realized even I couldn’t handle that much Twilight talk in one sitting. And I didn’t want the hardcore Twilight fans coming after me with pitchforks (or, nasty emails. Ahem). Anyway, here are some of the thoughts while reading the first half of the first book- a book I promise I did actually enjoy….
- Okay first things first. This kid gets a new vehicle. Well, not technically new but new to her and all she can’t even let out a tiny squeal? Or even a sentence that ends in an exclamation point? What kind of teenager is this? Bella is the oldest young person I know. Further evidence to this theory is her talk of making mental notes to buy recipe books, her clothing choices and the fact that she says ‘holy crow’.
- Edward is: beautiful (p 20), gorgeous (p 22) absurdly handsome- with piercing hate filled eyes (p 27), attractive (pg 37), dazzling (p 43), glorious (p 65), interesting (p 79), brilliant (p 79), mysterious (p 79), perfect (p 79), and beautiful (p 79). Okay I had to stop writing those because it was sort of ripping a HOLE INTO MY SOUL. The amount of worshiping Bella does outnumbers entire Church congregations.
- Edward looked like he’d “just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel” (pg 43). Someone please use that compliment today. I guarantee a kidney punch will be returned to you for your kindness.
- Edward is described as having a “musical” voice. For some reason, I find this delightful. Like Edward is part vampire, part sprightly pixie.
- Bella’s response to snow: “Ew”. My response to Bella: “Shut the pie hole.”
- Bella reads ‘Wuthering Heights’ (again) just for the fun of it. I consider what it would be like to hit her with her badminton racket, just for the fun of it.
- Okay Bella. We know you suck at gym. The constant talk of how you suck is unnecessary.
- I had this whole point of how Bella Swan= Meredith Grey, but it was getting rather….. heated. And today seems like a good day to cut out the expletives when discussing fictional characters. But for the record? They remind me of each other. Both are sort of … mopey and quick to make their lives about a single person. And both talk about love in ways that makes me want to beat myself unconscious.
- Bella, Edward always warning you he’s ‘not a good friend for you’ is FORESHADOWING. Pay attention please.
- I’m sorry, over a dozen seventeen year olds go cruising to the beach on a Saturday and not a single one does a keg stand? I do not believe it.
- Eric, Mike, Tyler, Jacob AND Edward are all interested in Bella? I’m sorry, Bella has her moments of coolness (like her truck- I kid you not, I used to have something very similar to what she drives) but I really fail to see how she’s worthy of ALL the attention she gets from these Forks fellows. Unless she can tie a cherry stem in her mouth, then everything would make sense.
- When helping Jess find a dress for the dance, Bella says, “I encouraged her to go with the blue; why not play up the eyes?”. That sentence reminded me how much I love Clinton and Stacey.
- I don’t understand this: Bella doesn’t go into the bookstore because she sees a “woman smiling welcoming from behind the counter”, and Bella “doesn’t need that”. Hmm. It would appear that if the woman was a manic depressive vampire who routinely pushed her away and/or had the power to quickly end her life, Bella would have been ALL over it. What’s wrong with friendly people Bella?
- Okay, so I understand why Edward follows her to Port Angeles, (to keep her safe from the street thugs who call her “sugar”), but sneaking in to her room almost EVERY NIGHT when she’s sleeping? Is that really necessary? Am I the only one who really felt like Edward crossed some sort of creeper line there? Bella, sunshine- that’s a red flag.
- The continual talk of how Edwards breath smells so good sort of weirds me out.
Okay. I need to stop. I leave you with one of my favourite quotes (see if you can guess who this is referring to):
“Again, the fabric clung to his perfectly muscled chest. It was a colossal tribute to this face that it kept my eyes away from his body” (p 197)
Stephenie Myers, I admire your work but you owe me a drink for the restraint I’m showing right now.
Anyone else have thoughts on the book?
Blog Secret November 18, 2008
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Remember yesterday I told you about blog secret? Well here it is. This post below isn’t mine, I don’t know who wrote it but I’m glad I’m able to share it. For the record, even though I don’t know who wrote this- they know that their post is here and will therefore be able to read any and all comments that you leave for them. Excellent job organizing Nilsa! (Also, I’ve got a few emails asking where the post went that I wrote today. I decided to delete it- nobody should read a post that involves talk of a dead cat, unmet expectations, and lying on the floor thinking about the best way to hook up a tequila iv. Let’s save crazy for another day.)
I hadn’t seen him in 7 years. Since high school. We somehow ran into each other. I was engaged, he was single. We decided to hang out, catch up the usual. My fiancee couldn’t be bothered to get to know my old friend. We made it a semi-regular occurrence going out together. On one of those outings, we went to a bar, I’ve never been a big drinker but I threw down Vodka like it was water. A few drinks in, a girl started hitting on him. He wasn’t interested. I knew he liked me since we were kids. I was sad, unhappy, knew I shouldn’t be getting married. I was also drunk, but thats no excuse. So I did what I had never done before, I was unfaithful. I started kissing him. In the middle of the bar. Very hot and heavy. We left, he drove me home. We kissed even more in the car. Like school children experiencing their first make out session. For us this was 13 years in the making. A crush that never went away finally fulfilled.
I left and went upstairs to my sleeping fiancee. Crawled into bed and tried to pretend the night didn’t happen. I never stopped hanging out with him. Knowing full well that he was in love with me and I would be getting married in a few months. I was the recipient of tons of middle of the night drunken phone calls from him. My fiancee had no idea, as a matter of fact he thought he was gay. I was torn, I felt more for him than I did for my fiancee. But he was in no place to give me a good life, he barely had his in order. He told me one night that he knew if he had more to offer me I wouldn’t be getting married. He was right. I invited him to the wedding fully knowing he would probably do something stupid. I was hoping he would. Instead he stayed at a friends that day, a drunken mess, crying that he had lost me for good. I still regret that he didn’t show up that day. Things could have been different. I never kissed him again after that one drunken night. But a piece of my heart would always be his. Still is.
Is it an act of goodwill if you tell everyone you did it? November 16, 2008
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I’ve been feeling very… mysterious lately. (As mysterious as someone who claps their hands when they get *a good poker hand can be.) So much stuff is currently going on and I’ve left you with nothing but Ja Rule to listen to. Partly because I’m too lazy to blog about everything that’s happening (so much typing! And how do I fit the typing in when I’ve got TWO new hobbies? Football AND **Twilight?) and because part of me doesn’t want to jinx it. But mostly because I’m lazy.
Anyway, in the spirit of secrets and all that is mysterious (please picture me wearing a dark trench coat and sunglasses as I type this, rather than the jeans and t-shirt that I’m actually wearing, it will just add SO MUCH MORE), I decided to update an old favorite post. Last year, I did this post- one where I wrote out things I wanted to say to people but knew I never would. It was quite cathartic, like drunk paint balling your annoying neighbors car- but without the mess or chance of getting arrested.
- I only believe 17% of what you say.
- The baby talk has GOT TO GO.
- I knew before you told me, I just wanted to see you try and explain it.
- You are far smarter than you act.
- I don’t know when your birthday is and after this many years I feel too bad to ask.
- I compare you to everyone and so far no one else measures up.
- I’m so sorry, but really… no one sees the Jessica Simpson resemblance but you.
- My life is better with you not in it.
- It’s hard to keep feeling sorry for you when you refuse to change anything about your situation.
- I thought taking your number out of my phone would make me forget it- it hasn’t.
- You continually surprise me in the best possible way.
- You continually surprise me in the worst possible way.
- You had a reason to be jealous.
Hopefully a more interesting post will happen…. one day.
* I may clap my hands when I play poker, but did I ever tell you that when I went to Mexico I WON an impromptu poker tournament in the lobby of our hotel? And then instead of keeping the winnings, I took the piles of money and dumped them into the bartenders tip jar? And then because he didn’t see me do it, I scrambled to take it all out and then RE-PUT it all in when he was looking? Yes. These are the things I do on holiday when fueled with rum and an intense desire for people to notice my acts of goodwill.
** I’ve considered blogging about Twilight but can’t decide if the hate mail will outweigh the giggling I will do recapping all my favorite lines that have to do with JUST HOW GORGEOUS Edward is.
Also? Tuesday is Blog Secret Day. And the secret I get to post? It’s a good one.
Oh and also? (I love that all my add-ons are now longer than my original post) If you want to feel all swoony, go here and watch them all. I’m not a Brad Pitt fan but still found something to … enjoy. Trust. There’s something there for everyone.)
Mixtapes For Everybody! November 13, 2008
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You know when you’ve gone days without sleep because you and your friend thought it would be hilarious to drink three cases of beer and go dancing instead of sleeping? And you are tired, but not in the “I’m so sleepy” way, but in the way that makes the word ‘ketchup’ suddenly the FUNNIEST thing ever?
Yeah.
That’s how I feel right now except I’ve been sleeping. And you know, not drinking liters of beer. In fact, I’ve been sleeping well, and today even bought the greatest new shoes (these ones in black). So, I thought I should give you guys a mix tape. Because I have a crush on you.
(And for the record, I thought about creating a mixtape of music I really would like to give Jim Halpert but I thought that might be crossing some sort of important line between reality and fantasy, so instead y’all get this mix tape- its only redeeming quality being that I can honestly say I listened to each of these songs today. For better or for worse. Oh! And also, if you’ve not downloaded “You are the best thing” by Ray LaMontagne, you have not yet lived. That is all. )
I end this post on such a classy note November 12, 2008
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I lose my phone all the time. I don’t think I’ve gone a full month without misplacing it. On the other hand, I still have a note given to me from a boy when we were in the sixth grade.
I can sleep anywhere but am nervous to sneeze in front of strangers. I can pretend that Santa Claus is real, that the Tooth Fairy really does leave money, that leprechauns do exist but I can’t fake liking people I don’t.
In the past, I’ve been weirded out by people who’ve had rooms dedicated to their favorite tv show yet I sometimes catch myself talking about Josh Lyman like he’s a real person. Who I need to get in touch with. To you know, talk to about policy and his dreamy eyes.
I color code my books and clothes but can’t remember the last time I actually sorted my laundry to the standards that others would deem acceptable. I am addicted to washing my bedding, but can’t remember the last time I washed my car.
I can happily spend 45 minutes teaching seven year olds how to put three sheets in a duotang, but I will lose patience with a car that takes an extra 4.5 seconds to turn on a green light. I will forget my address, my phone number, my age but **will never forget a single choreographed dance move to “Toxic”.
I am horrible at keeping in touch but will be the first person to pick up the phone at 3 am when you call. I spend an embarrassing amount of money on glossy fashion magazines, yet find that the magazines I read the most are the National Geographic magazines in my dentists office.
I still pick out my outfit the night before, but will eat cereal for dinner because making a meal takes planning that I don’t care to do. I will pay $11 for a bottle of nail posh but have tried to peel off old stamps off of envelopes to reuse.
I have both 50 Cent and The Little Mermaid on my ipod.
I’m perfectly content dancing on a dance floor alone but have yet to go to a movie solo. I’m always awkward when it comes to shaking people’s hands, but will hug you instantly. I love speaking in front of crowds but feel like karaoke was only put on this Earth to scare me into silence.
I like eggs, but only if I make them- if someone else makes them I’d rather eat something stuck in a kitchen drain. I think the perfect day includes a nap, and a spontaneous dance party (blame the dancing on listening to SO MUCH BAD *MUSIC in the last two days). I can explain the electoral process but can’t describe twitter in a way that makes it sound like I’m not drunk.
I can write posts of substance but sometimes like writing posts like this.
* Ja Rule? I’m talking to you. Also? Fat Joe? “What’s luv gotta do with a little menage” always makes me crack up. That’s pure poetry.
** I considered calling this post “I only know the “Toxic” dance for work”. But thought that made me sound like a stripper. Not that there’s anything wrong with stripping. Or you know, stripping to Britney Spears. I mean, if I was going to be a stripper, Britney has a lot of upbeat tunes to choose from, which seems like an important aspect of the job. No one wants a stripper to dance to a slow, sad song- like “Tears In Heaven”. That would be… tragic. But seriously impressive if someone could pull it off, I will say that.
An entire post about finding a hobby November 10, 2008
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So…. I need a hobby.
You see, for the last year and a half the Presidential election was my hobby. I spent quality time with Joe and Chris and Chucky T. Wolf and Anderson and Donna. Keith and Rachel. There was poll watching and primary concerns, then later scandals and smears to disprove and then an electoral map to study with the intense gaze of a jewelers eye. There may have even been a time when I created my own electoral map.
Let’s just take a minute to bow to that kind of *dorkiness, shall we?
Okay, moving on.
But now, it’s over. And although you all might try to come back at me with ‘there’s still weeks of the Bush term!” you and I both know that isn’t the same as standing on your couch cheering on a cold winter night while watching what goes down in Iowa. You know it. I know it. And Keith knows it too.
Which, leaves me with this gaping hole in my heart hobby schedule. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve taken steps back into society, I’ve contacted friends, I’ve started showering again. I’m sleeping better and dreaming less about Joe Biden (this is both a blessing and a curse, is there anyone cuter than Joe?). But I’ve learned that people no longer are interested when I repeat just exactly what Chuck Todd said this morning, and no one wants to talk about how the polls went down or just how mind boggling it is when you realize that Obama STILL would have won the election if he didn’t get a single vote from anyone under 30 years old.
People are tired. And truthfully? I am too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I will be placing bets on who gets top level positions in Obama’s government but for now I need to find something else to focus all my free time on. This is where you come in.
Keep in mind, I’m around people a lot, so I want a hobby that doesn’t focus on people (I’m not sure I could have made that sound any more anti-social if I had tried). I mean, I don’t suddenly want to join a thumb wrestling club or pillow fight organization or a debate group. I need something that I can do by myself, preferably something that encourages me to yell.
Football has been mentioned as a possible way to fill the void in my soul and so I spent the better part of my day watching the Steelers/Colts game. I cheered for the Steelers (mostly, I cheered for that dreamy Jeff Reed) but have been informed by one highly devout Colts fan that I’ve picked the wrong team.
So I ask you internets, what is your hobby, or what do you think my new one should be? And if it IS football, what team should I be cheering for?
*I love that wordpress suggests ‘quirkiness’ when I type ‘dorkiness’. Finally, someone who understands me.
Seven Year Olds Weigh In On Obama (aka. My favorite post ever) November 5, 2008
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There are moments where I feel like I really am teaching. Surprisingly, they don’t happen often. Between the morning routines, the review, the paint spills, recess time, field trips, class presentations, if I catch a single glimpse of a child experiencing an ‘ah-ha!’ learning moment in a day, I feel lucky.
I got up this morning to teach one of my favorite groups of kids. A grade two class of eighteen very unique students who often make me laugh out loud. It was the block before lunch when one of my favorites came up to me and in a very serious voice asked me why “Rock Ohmamma” was on all the radios this morning. With my own mind still very much on the election, I was more than happy to tell them all to put away their free time books so we could have a talk (I had to talk about the election to SOMEBODY).
It started out simply enough. I asked them if they could tell me who the Prime Minister of Canada was. One girl shouted ” Stephen Bush” (fail), but the rest knew it was Stephen Harper. I asked them if they knew who the President of the United States was. Again, most of them got this. Then, I asked if anyone knew who the NEW President was going to be. That’s when things got interesting.
“It’s Oven! Oven is the guys name!”
“No, it’s that black guy”
“He’s not a black guy, he’s a brown guy”
“He can’t be the President if he’s a brown guy, people there don’t trust brown people.”
“Batman? Badman? Oven Badman?”
“NOO! It’s Rock Ohmamma! I heard it on the radio”
“Brown people can be President I think so maybe he is gonna be the President”
“If he’s a brown guy, why do they call him black?”
“They call him black because his skin isn’t normal”
I suddenly felt like I had just opened the largest can of worms. The single Native American student in the class was particularly concerned- he identified himself as having the same skin color as Obama, but couldn’t figure out why his skin was considered brown while Obama was considered black.
I looked at the clock, scraped the lesson we were going to be doing (I’m there for the next two days so I know I can squeeze it in somewhere else) and we all sat down on the floor and started talking. We talked about what ‘normal’ meant and brainstormed different words we could use instead. I asked the kids who had felt that “people there don’t trust brown people”, what made them think that. They surprised me by how much they knew- talking about times when people had to use different bathrooms and “different places to get drinks of water”. I asked them why they still thought people weren’t trusted. They said they didn’t know, but no one had told them ‘brown and black people’ WERE trusted, so how could they be?
I asked them if they knew how someone got to be President. Most knew, Canada had just had it’s own election so they had heard all about voting. We talked about how special it is to vote- how you only get to pick ONE person. I asked them if they knew what happened after voting, how they chose who got to be President. They said that they counted up all the votes and who had the most was the winner. (I considered a brief tutorial in the electoral college but decided against it, you know, time constraints).
Then the girl with the ghost earrings said “Well, if Ohmamma got all the votes, then people must want him to be the winner.”
“Yeah, because everyone was like crying on the tv, but good crying like excited and stuff.”
“Then he’s got to be getting some trusting from everybody if they picked him”
Sometimes I think teaching is knowing when not to talk. This was one of those times, so I stayed silent and just listened.
One of the girls in the class who was wearing two skirts (she couldn’t decide which one to wear, so she wore them both) said: ” Well, maybe people know that anybody can be a helper no matter what they look like. Like, I have glasses so I can be different than Matthew but still be just as good as him. “
Which promoted Matthew to reply with my favorite line of the day: “So people must be trusting Ohmamma to be a good President even if he has no white skin because he’s going to still be good. Because skin is like glasses but just you can’t take your skin off.”
Matthew’s words hung in the air, and for once they all were silent. I saw a 18 “ah-ha” moments take place. In that second each of them understood what I’ve seen many adults struggle with. That skin color is as arbitrary as hair color, or height or glasses. That skin color is not an indicator of a persons worth.
Then, Erica in the pink dress farted and eighteen students stopped being philosophers and political masterminds and instead burst out laughing and began to make farting sounds with their hands.
As they should.
(Also? Please check out this excellent post on the election)
