Trivial Pursuits

I'm not quite sure when exactly the tradition of the "fun facts" started, yet sometime in the past year or so Jason started bringing home fun facts from work.  Along with the fun facts there would be a few trivia questions to answer.  The first time he brought them over it was just me and him going through them.  But on the 2nd or 3rd batch my mom happened to be home when he brought them out to read.  Mom instantly fell in love with the fun facts and so the tradition began.  Here and there whenever she is off in the evening and we all eat together, she'll start asking Jason for them.  Mom:  Fun facts!  Where are the fun facts? I waaaaant fun facts!

About once or twice a month Jason will produce a pile of papers with said trivia and fun facts--prompting my mom to nickname Jason:  Facts Man.  Feel free to run with this in your head!  Example 1: Dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner FACTS MAAAN!  Yes, along with the hours of fun the the facts gave came the hours of fun talking about how fun my (Example 2:) Man of the Facts is.  

And so tonight was no different from any other night of fun facts.  We had Lemon Herb Chicken Helper w/Mixed Veggies followed by chants of:  Fun facts!  Where are the fun facts? I waaaaant fun facts! :)  Jason dug up some trivia of the day and so the fun began. After about 8 or 9 trivia questions mom was on a roll getting most of them right.  We were all laughing and carrying on having so much fun <facts>.   

The event that took place on or about question number 10 is the reason I am now sharing all of this with you!  Do you recall in my last post where I talked about my willingness to sing badly and the great joy it brings to me?  Well, here you go: 

Following the plane crash of 19xx marked our country's "day the music died".  Which artists were killed in this crash?   

All I heard was "day the music died" uh huh! Youuuu guessed it:

"I started singin'

 So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"

As I started belting this out (LOUDLY), mom joined in and illustrated.  It went a lil something like this:

Mom: waving hand with big waves.  Me: So, bye-bye Miss American Pie

Mom: Hands at 10 and 2 "driving".  Me: drove my Chevy

Mom: pointing at the invisible levee  Me: to the levee

Mom: holding her hand up like where is it?  Me: but the levee was dry

Mom: tipping her hand up like a bottle  Me: them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Mom: pointing a gun to her head  Me: singin this'll be the day that I die

Mom: again with the gun and some rolled eyes playing dead  Me: ooooh this'lllll be the daaaaay that I diiiiiiiie...

If this wasn't enough, after we did this once Jason proceeded to try to read the available answers.  Immediately mom started waving again.  Needless to say I joined in; we did the entire routine again ending it in peals of laughter.  Jason was just sitting there watching the entire spectacle, completely unphased by it all.  Afterwards we just went right back to answering the question.  I am sure going to miss nights like these come the end of July when me and mom part ways. *tear*

~M  

P.S.  After taking it "easy" on our workout regime the past two weeks we have renewed our diligence.  Yesterday we picked up where we left off...*groan*.  I feel I may have turned into a chocolate bunny after all.  NO MORE EASTER CANDY FOR ME---EVER!!! ;)

 
 
 

I love you P.S.

I have a friend who likes to remind me, pretty much every time I see her, of how very OLD I am.  Which to me is kinda funny since I'm only 5 years older than she is.  For me, age becomes more and more irrelevant the older I get. Secretly I wait for the day when she hits the "dirty thirty" so I can plot my revenge, complete with black balloons, black cake, and black candles. *evil laugh*

Although no one likes to be reminded of their inadequacies, I find it particularly irritating when someone brings up a topic that is not only out of my control but is also the inevitable.  Truly--aging beats the hell out of the alternative! ;) Besides, perfection is boring and over rated--I mean, even diamonds are unique because of their flaws.  So, since I've recently realized that I have the tendency to rant more than rave, I shall treat you to some of my favorite underwhelming "qualities" about myself. :)

I am klutzy.  I tend to run into things, spill things--fumble them if you will.  Sugar coat it however you like, but overall, I am not a graceful person.  In saying that: I LOVE to dance; as much as I love to dance, I am equally awkward at it. Reminds me of the cheer in Buffy the Vampire Slayer:  "How funky is your chicken? How funky is your chicken? How loose is your goose? Our goose is totally loose! So come on all you Hog fans, so come on all you Hog fans and shake your caboose, and shake your caboose! WHoooO!" So uh yea, it's bad!  Doesn't stop me from shakin' my caboose though! Nope nope--I'm in like Flynn!


I love to sing--preferably at the top of my lungs, but just loud in general works too.  I find it is best to miss as many notes as possible; I also like to give myself bonus points for inventing "new" lyrics.   
"There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid."
Cut to me: all good at being bad and horrid! ;)  I think that if you're going to be bad at something you enjoy doing, then you may as well enjoy doing it badly...but that's just me.  My ex used to tell me: "Mags, you are NOT the next American Idol".  Well no shit Sherlock; what was your first clue?  When I wasn't standing in a long line to audition? Hmmm:   "Curiouser and curiouser!"
Thankfully Jason loves to hate my singing; he is fantastic at coming up with funny lyrics. Together, we spit lyrical poetry and freestyle to a funky fresh beat...ya feel me?! ah ha!:)

Viola, there they are folks:  two of my favorite worst qualities. :)  I'm sure there are many to choose from, but these two are keepers!  Yes, I shall cherish my lack of rhythm and tone deafness until the hip bone connected to the leg bone degenerates from my OLD self and my Def Jams go platinum.


~M

P.S.  I thought of the perfect P.S. earlier when I started this whole blog and now I've forgotten it! Grrr!  The P.S. is kind of like my thing.  Like the abrupt subject change which in conversation would sound something like:  Not to change the subject, but....

Collective thoughts...

Having not posted since, yea, sorry, too lazy to go back and look, you're on your own with this one well, since my last post, I have quite a bit o' info to go through.  And since it's already past my bedtime I shall try to do my best to not only have this all make sense but to touch on all bases in my brain I think I just inadvertently shorted myself in the smarts department.  Note to self, don't blog past the bedtime, it makes you look dumb.

I have decided it is now time to fly the coup.  Following the expiration of my joint lease with my mom, I shall be moving into a place without my parental unit.  Have I mentioned that I hate apartment hunting? So on Saturday me and Jason went shopping for an apartment.  I was having an allergic reaction complete with swollen eye socket, itchy red eyes, sneezing, runny nose...well, you get the picture.  Did I mention my eye socket was swollen?  Literally the inside part of my eye was swelling so you could then see it on the outside of said eye.  I was freaking out.  Jason was sitting politely at the desk of some leasing agent while I went to the bathroom to investigate the extent of my allergic reaction.  After washing my face and taking a Claritin, I went and interrupted him as he was acting interested in said complex.  All I could think about was the possibility that I would have a huge eye socket and/or temporary blindness.  Me: in complete freak out mode.  Jason:  cool, calm and collected, asking the leasing agent about the property.  Me:  realizing that this could only be the result of an allergy to apartment hunting, I now needed to vacate the premises immediately.
This apartment complex which seemed oh so PERFECT in its website was truly a GHETTO in hind sight. Though we did manage to find two places that were more to our liking that day, so we shall see.  Sadly I realize that not only do I hate apartment hunting, but I am now convinced I'm also allergic to it as well. :)

I hate the rumor mill; I also love the rumor mill.  I guess what I really like is being informed.  I am not a fan of having no clue what is going on around me, unless it is something that will stress me out and then I'd rather not know.  So long as I know the important things and/or that which is pertaining to me, I am happy and blissfully ignorant to the day to day drama of others.  That being said: I hate the rumor mill, especially when my name is being thrown around in it.   
Today I spoke to a girl who has given her resignation notice at work.  She decided to inform me of things that I'd rather have been blissfully ignorant of about myself.  Not that they were opinions about me, no no, that would've been easier to shrug off.  After all, everyone is entitled to their own opinion.  Instead she told me things that she "knew" about me as they were told to her by another.  The person who told her these things is a girl I use the term girl VERY loosely, this female is anything but a girl.  In fact, you could mistake her for a Linebacker.  She is NOT lady like, and she is certainly NOT one of the FEW kind people I work with.  I find that she is manipulative, vicious, and evil.   Quite frankly if she got hit by a bus tomorrow I would not mourn the loss of her presence upon the earth.  I might even go as far as to say to the world: Happy Cinco de Mayo World! Yes, I realize that I am not being kind here either, but she has been a <forget the thorn, she's more like tire spikes the police throw down> in the flesh since I've met her. Sorry, but I just cannot always be nice. that I do not get along with.  I made the mistake of being nice to her when I first started at my job and we became friends.  Shortly after I became friends with her, I realized the error in my judgment.  Too late, as I now have a bulls eye on my forehead.  She loves to target me with trash talking and truly any way she can put me down or make me feel incompetent she does and will.  I also realized a few months ago that when I stopped confiding in Ms. Diva Gotti that everything between me and Ms. Linebacker started to calm down.  What I didn't realize until today that there are things I told said Ms. Diva Gotti about my personal life that she relayed back to Ms. Linebacker.  Ms. Diva Gotti led me to believe that she despised Ms. Linebacker.  It never even occurred to me that she would have a need to divulge things I'd told her in confidence--ESPECIALLY about my personal life.  But when I heard it all chewed up and puked back out to me today, it had been twisted into a whole new life form.  It vaguely resembled the truth, but juuuust barely.  It was more like a based on a true story movie where they take "liberties" with the details.  It is taking everything in my power to not go ballistic on Ms. Diva Gotti.  I think that it helps that I'm pretty sure saying something to her will not only NOT do any good, but she is seriously one scary gangsta female.  She has a way of being oh so sweet and charming when she needs/wants something, but pee yourself scary when she hates you.  This is yet another reason why most employers now do criminal background checks and rule out people with violent crimes in their pasts!  Let this be a lesson boys and girls:  Do not play with the felons on the playground!  When someone gets hurt, it will most likely be a life threatening injury rather than a boo boo.  Just a helpful tip, from me to you! 

Yesterday was our "listen with your hearts" mumbo jumbo meeting.  I cannot tell you how fun it was.  *dripping with sarcasm*  The leader lady made us put our feet flat on the floor, close our eyes, and invoke thoughts of calmness, blah blah blah...to be honest she lost me the moment she said for me to put my feet floor, I tend to wanna be curled up with my feet in the chair.  But when she said invoke, all I could do was think: are we doing a seance? My saving grace was two-fold.  I not only got paired up with the one person I truly LOVE at my job but we also were short a third person in our group.  *You win!*  She even helped me clear up a few doubts I had bouncing around in my head about my upcoming move.   I'm fairly certain we didn't do the exercise properly, however, I feel like I still got something out of the hour and a half because of her wisdom.   When it was time to do a third rotation, I had the genius idea that we should observe others since we'd both shared and listened but hadn't had the "opportunity" to observe...truly I just didn't feel like faking the funk of participation any longer and I was pretty sure we were both on the same page in that...however, I didn't predict that the leader lady would split us up and have us both watch different single group.  I thought we'd just kinda be looking around the room at all the groups.  *my bad*

My new group's "sharer" went on and on for 7 minutes about his love of prayers, meditation, burning sage, fishing, hunting, kickboxing the stars around in the galaxy, the afterlife, hugging the trees in the redwood forest, blah blah blah...see also he's full of ka ka poo poo. And my favorite part?  After the entire thing was done and the lady leader asked for feedback our groups' little Rainbow Bright (aka Blue #2 from the fire drill) piped up to say:  "Well, I tend to get bored easily.  So for me, the challenge was to listen and not let my mind wander when my sharer was sharing.  I tend to lose track after a few seconds and go off in my own little train of thought"....REALLY?  Because for someone who is SO interesting that you bore quickly of others, you sure made me want to slit my wrists after 7 minutes of listening to you ramble on.  I mean come on man!  *rolling my eyes*  The light at the end of this long dark tunnel?  Our last meeting will be on May 17th.  *yippee kai yay!* 

~M

P.S.  Went to see Something Borrowed last night with my girl Kristin--LOVED IT!!  Such a cute movie! :)

One bad nugget...

Spoils the Blog! Thbbbt!

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery...When I find these "they" people, whoever THEY are, I am going to organize an ambush, abduct their leader and feed the rest to the alligators.  Commie B-tards!  Trouble makers I tell ya, trouble! <insert me bursting into song: "I hear ya got trouble, right here in River City, With a capital T which rhymes with P and stands for Pool">...*sigh* That makes twice in two days I have had show tunes running through my head.  Clearly I am aging! 
And now: back to the blogcast! 
But, I would rather just have someone say: "hey, nice shirt!", instead of going out and buying the exact same shirt to wear around.  Seriously, think back to the last time you went to <fill in the appropriate gathering of your choice: e.g., school, work, church, etc> and you and Suzy Snowflake had on the exact same colors.

Ok ok ok people, settle down! Since you twisted my arm, YES!, I will draw a mental picture for you!
You have on a light blue shirt and jeans, S.S. has on a slightly different light blue shirt and jeans.  All day long, when you and S.S. happen to be in the same vicinity of each other Mr. Obvious Guy says: "Hey, you and Suzy have on the same outfit!  Did you call each other before coming to <fill in the appropriate gathering of your choice: e.g., school, work, church, etc> today?!"  Yes, of course I did! Duh! Don't you do that a couple times a month?  You know, after having done all your laundry the night before, you now have ALL your wardrobe sitting there looking back at you; you reach for your favorite outfit but juuust before you take the hanger off the rack you pause and go: wait, I think I am forgetting something.  What was it? Oh, yes! I remember now, I must call that Suzy and make sure she did laundry last night too!  I would hate for Mr. Obvious Guy to have absolutely NOTHING to say to me.  *Kudos to me for giving Mr. Obvious Guy an icebreaker. Good deed for the day? Check!

But have you ever gotten the distinct impression that someone is copying you?  I don't mind when someone I hang around with frequently picks up on styles and/or habits, that is always going to happen; I'm not talking about that.  No, I'm talking about someone you barely know at all; you have contact with said person, just not much interaction.  This person seems quirky cool fun, until you realize that your ideas, thoughts, styles, fill in the blanks keep cropping up in their work.  But it's not like they say:  "Hey Mr. Big Boss Man, Willy Wonka over there told me about this Chocolate Factory that makes great chocolates--he said I should try having some with my almonds at lunchtime. I tried it and YUM!  I would like to see if they would be interested in creating a chocolate with almonds."  Nope, instead they say:  "Hey Mr. Big Boss Man, there's this chocolate factory I've been looking into, I was hoping you'd be interested in helping me pitch them the idea of selling chocolate with almonds."  The resulting product is STILL a chocolate bar with almonds but yet here I am, also still driving my pinto. 

So, you tell me:  Would that make YOU feel flattered?   As for me?  Not so much!


~M


P.S.  We went to see Fast 5 last night (THANK YOU ASH!! You rock, as does Groupon for hosting a free viewing!).  Vin Diesel is a Hottie McNaughty!  But The Rock was oh so fly in his Extra Medium shirt! *stssss* I go shower now...  <insert seal of approval here>  Go see this one!!  Great action and great, well, action! ;)

The Over Share...

With all the social networking available at our fingertips urging everyone to update their status or tell us what is on their minds I can't help but notice a widespread phenomenon I like to call: the over share.

Yes, we've all been guilty of an over share from time to time. In a weak moment when our better judgment lapses and we spout off about things better left unsaid. This lapse in judgment however, would then be considered diarrhea of the mouth (or text). I am guilty of this from time to time. Often when I get put in an uncomfortable situation or am flustered, I will ramble on in circles trying to dig myself out. Inevitably in these moments I end up saying all the wrong things, divulge all the wrong information, and leave out the one sentence I had intended on saying. No no, I'm talking about the repeat offenders here. You know who they are, lurking around on every news feed, some of them you have even hid permanently. But, for those of you who do not recognize yourself in the mirror, I am going to do you a favor. I am going to give you a few examples of what is appropriate vs what is an over share.

Example A:

Appropriate:  Dr. Finklestein, I have been having troubles with my IBS again. *groan* I cannot seem to make it through an entire day without running to the bathroom every 30 minutes. I think I'm getting dehydrated. Is there something you can give me to make it stop?! Please help!!

Over share:  Dear Facebook/Twitter/Myspace/Social Networking Website friends and family: I went to Dr. Finklestein's office today to get a check up on my IBS. After having to excuse myself from several meetings the day before due to the rumbly in my tummbly, I just HAD to find some relief. Thankfully he put me on some new meds. Hopefully I will get this urge to poo under control. Please Pray!!

Example B:

Appropriate:  Best friend A to best friend B: How's everything going with you these days? B to A: Good. Well, except for this rash I keep getting on my arm. I've been putting lotion on it but it doesn't seem to want to clear up. Oh and Tommy didn't take the kids to school today so of course I was running late and blah blah blah blah blah....

Over share:  Lady at the cash register to friend B: How's everything going with you these days? B to Lady: Good. Well, except for this rash I keep getting on my arm. I've been putting lotion on it but it doesn't seem to want to clear up. Oh and Tommy didn't take the kids to school today so of course I was running late and blah blah blah blah blah....


Example C:

Appropriate:   Dear Facebook/Twitter/Myspace/Social Networking Website friends and family: I am having such a bad day!!! *fume* Somebody please cheer me up, I could use a lil love right now.

Over share:   Dear Facebook/Twitter/Myspace/Social Networking Website friends and family: The dumb ***** Cindy called Tommy today...again. I told Tommy to block her phone number, but noo!!

Jane's relationship status has been changed to single.

-----10 likes

-----5 comments telling Jane she is too good for that no good cheating Tommy anyways.

3 Hour lapse in time:

Dear Facebook/Twitter/Myspace/Social Networking Website friends and family: I just love Tommy soooo much, he is just the most amazing man ever!! That Cindy can go kick rocks!

Jane is now in a relationship with Tommy.

-----10 likes

-----5 comments from the same 5 friends trying to smooth everything over from having Jane's back.

My point? Ahem...well, if you can't figure it out, then I'm probably talking about you. ;)

Happy Tuesday Peeps! Hope everyone is over their sugar overdose from Sunday!
~M

P.S. Blue Man Group is in Tucson this weekend!! Guess who got her man tickets for his b-day?? Uh huh, That's right!! This girl right here!! Woot Woot! :)

Weekend Review

Friday night was a fright night indeed!  Scream 4 was scary and fun all at the same time; Insidious just gives me the chills.  I was ok on Friday night, probably because I was so tired by the time my head hit the pillow that I fell asleep immediately.  Last night, however, was an entirely different story.  I kept having "insidious" images pop into my head--flashbacks of the dead.  Ick.  I'm not so sure I should even be writing about this so close to my sleepy time.  Double Ick!

I went to watch my nephew's trap shooting competition on Sat morning.  I have to admit, I was completely blown away.  This "little" (ha! He's 5' 9") 10 year old is the squad leader; he's not only better than his squad, but he's also 2 years younger than all of them AND about 2 feet taller!!  It was so cool to see him in his element.
He has grown taller since the last time I saw him (which was about 2 months ago).  I asked him, when did that happen?  He goes:  April 5th!  I thought that was so funny, he knew exactly the day he'd grown half an inch!  He's such a cool kid; I can't wait to see what he does in the future.

Easter Sunday was very relaxing.  I didn't do anything I had planned to do.
Jason surprised me with an Easter basket full of my favorite addiction:  chocolate!  *groan*  I am certain I blew my diet out of the water this weekend.
He also made my mom a basket.  :) :)  She was so cute, like a kid sorting through it all. :)

Hmmmm, what else? Nope--guess that's it for now.  I'll just have to wait to see what my next rant or rave will be about.  Hope everyone had a Happy Easter!
~M

It's a thriller kind of night...

I realize that I have been "somewhat" on a soap box about a certain infidelity topic lately and I know it can be a real drag.  Here's what I'm willing to do for YOU!

In honor of Easter weekend, tonight me and Jason (Jason and I...whatev) are going to have a fright night. 

Jason LOVES scary movies.  He loves them so much that he can watch one right after another.  Why I have NO idea, but same/same. I do NOT love scary movies as I tend to scare fairly easily. Just yesterday at work, I came in and was putting away my things and MB (see also EXTREME introvert who writes, hikes,  and has 4 cats in a filthy house,  although I'm not sure why the filthy house part is an important detail--but, there you have it.) came around the partition all quietly like she is.  Having not heard her coming, I jumped out of my skin when she started talking.  Complete with shriek, heart palpitations, the whole shebang: I was scared!  And now I think MB should have to wear a bell around her neck at all times so I don't pee myself at work--just a suggestion. So, it is few and far between when I want to watch a scary movie.  In saying that, every October, I commit (ok so maybe it's only been 1 October so far, but I am committed to his love of Halloween) to watching all of the Halloweens and Nightmare on Elm Streets and pretty much any scary movie that is out in theaters from Sept to Oct.  I have to say, it takes a toll on my nervous system, I sometimes even have nightmares because of them (in particular, the week after we saw the movie: The Crazies, I had some really bad dreams...I digress, and no I won't just go back and delete said digression.  It's there because I'm like a rabbit in my thought process, always changing directions, but at some point I get there so since the point is coming, just wait for it!) :)
At any rate, Jason loves watching scary movies with me.  He doesn't get scared typically, however when I jump out of the seat or scream it gives him a scare too.  It's like a bonus, he loves the movies, loves watching movies with me, loves getting scared, and loves seeing my reactions.  So, since I am a super trooper, I psych myself up for these moments and take one for the team. 

Tonight we are going to see a double feature.  We will be watching Insidious and Scream 4.  I'm nervous, but the good news is, Sunday is Easter.  I will have thoughts of Resurrection, Bunnies, Chocolates, and Colored Eggs to get me through. (not sure exactly why I capitalized all of those--but I did.)
T.G.I.F!!  Ya'll have a great weekend!! :)
~M
P.S. I didn't have time to proof read this because I have a movie extravaganza to attend so please overlook my grammatical errors! :)