SUPER BLOGTASTIC!
Well. I am 27 now. I am not going to lie, so far, so GOOD.
Today we have a bit to cover on the blog, so bear with me... it is gonna be a long post.
So, has this ever happened to you?
You decide to go see a chick flick for a friends birthday, you know the usual... and off you wander to get popcorn and drinks with the hapless husband somewhat commandeered into the movie. You're starving so you order the large popcorn and drink and you wander back into the movies that is filled with many many middle aged and older women prepping for a beautiful movie about Jane Austen... smiling you turn to your friend gesturing with your popcorn... and as she opens her purse (perhaps she needs a napkin or wants to contribute to the popcorn fund) and then she takes out
an ice cream cake?
No, just me then... nice. lovely.
She (and in this case the she is Luz) also had, plates, forks, candles and a serving apparatus... NO. I have no idea where she got a bottomless purse but I need to get me one of those.
We decided it might be odd to light the candles...which is a case in point of how my friends are all freaking insane and AWESOME. And Steph blew out the fake candles and ignoring all the strange looks from the elderly around us, we all ate cake!
But I must admit, the highlight was after the movie after arguing with Luz about putting a melted ice cream cake back into her purse... she was for, I was decidedly against. Ha. I won! I was carrying the box out to the trash (I mean really what where they going to do, throw me out?) I ran into the theater usher... and he looked at me and using my power of quick wit (I am totally famous for it here) I said: "I found it!" (perhaps famous is overstating my quick wit) and he replied "ah, of course." with a nod... as if to acknowledge, in fact, there were often giant cake boxes found in the theater... and they were just grateful, I carried it out.
And that folks was Thursday.
And now --- Actual Conversations I have had with my Mom.
Scene: my apartment mid-afternoon.
Phone Rings;
Me- "Hey mom"
Mom- "hi honey, what are you doing?"
Me- "watching opening weekend for college football" (SIDENOTE hahahahahahahaha Notre Dame... BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Suck it Indiana!)
Mom- "But why, I thought I raised you better than that."
Me- "I gotta go mom, call you in like 8 hours when the games are over"
I send a quick text message to Scott... that says... "Appalachia... WTF"
To which he replied "seriously" (hahaha, I LOVE THAT RESPONSE... see blog title)
and resettle to watch the WSU game... whilst flipping to mock Notre Dame (I always stay focused!)
5 minutes later
Phone Rings
Me- "Hi Mom."
Mom- "Hi, I am watching the football now too! it is Oregon"
Me- "cool what is the score and what quarter are you in"
Mom- "I don't know... hold on... okay honey, the score is I don't know...hold... I think they are in the first... the tv says 1st and 10"
Me- "no. mom, that means they are at first down, who has possession"
Mom- "is that when the first person falls down... I don't know honey... I think the red team"
Me- "mom, first down is..."
Mom- "oh, no...they fell on the guys head... get up guy... oh.... this is why this is a bad sport.. I don't see why they have to fall on each other"
Me- "mom, each time a team gets the ball they get"
Mom- "now they are kicking it, where are they kicking it, yay they caught it... hooray.... i thought they threw the ball in football"
Me- "4 tries to take the ball 10 yards and each time they go 10 yards, they"
Mom- "I wonder where they are playing... they have Oregon painted on the grass. does this mean the football game is in oregon"
Me- "get to start there 4 tries all over again"
Mom- "they should have to paint the other teams name on the field. it seems so unwelcoming"
Me- "mom..."
Mom- "now it says 1st and 15... what does that mean"
Me- silence, crickets..
Mom- "this is so boring... I wish good tv was on... but I can tell people I watched the football"
Me- "mom, when people say anything about football and you need to contribute... just say. Can you believe Applacian U. beat Michigan and then nod"
Mom- "oh, are they playing football there too."
Me- "mom, I gotta "
Mom- oh, they are kicking the ball again.... oh no, he fell down, I hope that boy is okay, honey, bye"
Me- "go, I will call you after the games"
Good Grief, I might as well been explaining the theory of relativity... she just completely ran over anything I said... my head hurt more at the end of that conversation than after my final exam in advanced political theory...
and seriously, that was an actual conversation I had with my mom... almost verbatim or as best as I can remember 2 days later. The fact I can identify what a football is should be considered an act of god.
BEST BIRTHDAY PARTIES EVER!
Special thanks to Luz, Skip and JP for hosting what I have fondly begun to call FESTIVUS 07'Today we have a bit to cover on the blog, so bear with me... it is gonna be a long post.
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So, has this ever happened to you?
You decide to go see a chick flick for a friends birthday, you know the usual... and off you wander to get popcorn and drinks with the hapless husband somewhat commandeered into the movie. You're starving so you order the large popcorn and drink and you wander back into the movies that is filled with many many middle aged and older women prepping for a beautiful movie about Jane Austen... smiling you turn to your friend gesturing with your popcorn... and as she opens her purse (perhaps she needs a napkin or wants to contribute to the popcorn fund) and then she takes out
an ice cream cake?
No, just me then... nice. lovely.
She (and in this case the she is Luz) also had, plates, forks, candles and a serving apparatus... NO. I have no idea where she got a bottomless purse but I need to get me one of those.
We decided it might be odd to light the candles...which is a case in point of how my friends are all freaking insane and AWESOME. And Steph blew out the fake candles and ignoring all the strange looks from the elderly around us, we all ate cake!
But I must admit, the highlight was after the movie after arguing with Luz about putting a melted ice cream cake back into her purse... she was for, I was decidedly against. Ha. I won! I was carrying the box out to the trash (I mean really what where they going to do, throw me out?) I ran into the theater usher... and he looked at me and using my power of quick wit (I am totally famous for it here) I said: "I found it!" (perhaps famous is overstating my quick wit) and he replied "ah, of course." with a nod... as if to acknowledge, in fact, there were often giant cake boxes found in the theater... and they were just grateful, I carried it out.
And that folks was Thursday.
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And now --- Actual Conversations I have had with my Mom.
Scene: my apartment mid-afternoon.
Phone Rings;
Me- "Hey mom"
Mom- "hi honey, what are you doing?"
Me- "watching opening weekend for college football" (SIDENOTE hahahahahahahaha Notre Dame... BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Suck it Indiana!)
Mom- "But why, I thought I raised you better than that."
Me- "I gotta go mom, call you in like 8 hours when the games are over"
I send a quick text message to Scott... that says... "Appalachia... WTF"
To which he replied "seriously" (hahaha, I LOVE THAT RESPONSE... see blog title)
and resettle to watch the WSU game... whilst flipping to mock Notre Dame (I always stay focused!)
5 minutes later
Phone Rings
Me- "Hi Mom."
Mom- "Hi, I am watching the football now too! it is Oregon"
Me- "cool what is the score and what quarter are you in"
Mom- "I don't know... hold on... okay honey, the score is I don't know...hold... I think they are in the first... the tv says 1st and 10"
Me- "no. mom, that means they are at first down, who has possession"
Mom- "is that when the first person falls down... I don't know honey... I think the red team"
Me- "mom, first down is..."
Mom- "oh, no...they fell on the guys head... get up guy... oh.... this is why this is a bad sport.. I don't see why they have to fall on each other"
Me- "mom, each time a team gets the ball they get"
Mom- "now they are kicking it, where are they kicking it, yay they caught it... hooray.... i thought they threw the ball in football"
Me- "4 tries to take the ball 10 yards and each time they go 10 yards, they"
Mom- "I wonder where they are playing... they have Oregon painted on the grass. does this mean the football game is in oregon"
Me- "get to start there 4 tries all over again"
Mom- "they should have to paint the other teams name on the field. it seems so unwelcoming"
Me- "mom..."
Mom- "now it says 1st and 15... what does that mean"
Me- silence, crickets..
Mom- "this is so boring... I wish good tv was on... but I can tell people I watched the football"
Me- "mom, when people say anything about football and you need to contribute... just say. Can you believe Applacian U. beat Michigan and then nod"
Mom- "oh, are they playing football there too."
Me- "mom, I gotta "
Mom- oh, they are kicking the ball again.... oh no, he fell down, I hope that boy is okay, honey, bye"
Me- "go, I will call you after the games"
Good Grief, I might as well been explaining the theory of relativity... she just completely ran over anything I said... my head hurt more at the end of that conversation than after my final exam in advanced political theory...
and seriously, that was an actual conversation I had with my mom... almost verbatim or as best as I can remember 2 days later. The fact I can identify what a football is should be considered an act of god.
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Tomorrow: Birthday the Recap
Fun, Games, Slip and Slide and one permanent injury later... how I celebrated 27!
Fun, Games, Slip and Slide and one permanent injury later... how I celebrated 27!
posted by Shanelle at 11:10 AM
1 Comments:
Not exactly what was said-I didn't really care that they fell down-they are totally stuffed with padding!! And I did hear your explanation of they get 4 tries to move the ball 10 yards.......First down is the first try and blah-blah-blah....
Four tries to get 10 yards......it's kind of like shopping at the new Ikea :-P
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