I love to laugh. I love to giggle. I love to snicker. I love it when I'm in such a fit of laughter that eventually there is no sound coming out of my mouth. I love getting what my friend Michael calls the church giggles--those are the ones where EVERYTHING becomes funny and once you stop, you start giggling all over again. And let me tell you, dear reader, I am no silent laugher.
Tonight as I sit in my apartment, a beloved movie came on the TV. I watched a few scenes, giggled to myself, burst out laughing a few times and it suddenly struck me: My sense of humor is like a child's.
I think slapstick humor is HILARIOUS! Point in case, this is a video I love to watch over and over again, it makes me laugh so hard I cry! Watch all the way through--I promise you'll love it, too!
Or this one--although, in theory you hope the girl is alright...but really, I crack up EVERY time!
I can't help it. I had a friend almost fall off a treadmill one time and I about lost it in the gym--of course I asked in between fits of laughter if they were OK (yes, they were). Still in all, I can't help but laugh at those things. Who knows why.
Ooh! Ooh! Bizkit the dog is HYSTERICAL! And something a little less slap stick is this Total Eclipse of the Heart Literal video is good for a stupid laugh.
I think almost anything Pixar is amazing! I laughed for hours watching "Jack Jack Attackk" from The Incredibles.
If you have never seen "For The Birds" please click now to enjoy a giggle fit yourself! Their little faces say it all!
Will & Grace is another favorite of mine to watch. This is Julie on too much caffeine. Oh, how about Jack's singing skills? GETS me every time! I could give you more, but heck--I'd end up giving you my entire series collection!
I love going to see animated films--Nine times out of ten, I want to have a good laugh about something. A great big boisterous laughing fit that will put a happy in my heart and a little pep to my step.
And if you ever decided you'd like to go to a movie with me, be forewarned that I laugh at all the wrong parts at all the wrong moments and these moments won't be half as funny to anyone else in the theater. There you will sit, me draped over the chair just busting a gut next to you and NO ONE else will be laughing in the theater. Remember, I'm loud. Everyone will turn to see where that poor "special" child is and they'll look at you. More than likely you'll sink into your chair, ignoring the stares OR you'll silently elbow me to take it down a notch OR you'll be laughing AT me (Believe me, I know the different when you're laughing at me laughing or cracking up with me). Dear Big Sister once threatened to leave me in a movie theater if I didn't shut-up--I was 21 years old. I think Pyro Man contemplated it while we were watching Shrek 3...
So if you need an upper, check these out. If you want to watch something childish, call me--I'll be happy to sit there and giggle with you. But don't try to tickle me. I might hurt you with my karate chop skills.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
To Another Monday
Poor Mondays. I don't know a single person who cares for Monday's. They always come around way too quickly. It's a shame really, Monday has such a bad rap. Rather than looking at the beautiful newness that the week brings, people get all bent out of shape because the week is starting all over again--play time is over and it's back to the grind stone. I want to know when the fun started cause I've always got work to be done! So, I apologize Monday! No more name calling, no more cursing your name, no more huffs and whines when you roll around again. From now on I will welcome you with open arms!
...
Oh who am I kidding? Even I'm not energized enough to buy it. Whatever.
I think I'd feel differently about Monday's if I woke up in Greece!
Or the beaches of South Carolina!
Must have vacation on the brain--isn't that what summer is for? And speaking of...Happy First Day of Summer! To celebrate I think I'll go enjoy a glass of ice tea outside and then promptly pass out from heat stroke! Happy Day!
...
Oh who am I kidding? Even I'm not energized enough to buy it. Whatever.
I think I'd feel differently about Monday's if I woke up in Greece!
Or the beaches of South Carolina!
Must have vacation on the brain--isn't that what summer is for? And speaking of...Happy First Day of Summer! To celebrate I think I'll go enjoy a glass of ice tea outside and then promptly pass out from heat stroke! Happy Day!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
We Love the Exterminator
Recently I have had an invasion in my precious little apartment: spiders. EWWWWW!!!!
I've been beefing up on my bug-squashing skills lately and boy howdy, I'm good! Ain't no spider going to run away from me! So these creepy little eight legged creatures have been invading my homestead by popping up on things like my couch and my bed! AGGHH!
(Can you hear the gagging in the background?)]
Anyway, my rescuer, The Exterminator, has just sprayed my house and now I can work in peace without the fear that something is going to crawl across me. Ew.
And yes, that is about the most exciting adventure I've had in the last couple weeks...exterminating bugs. *SIGH* Sad, I know, but my time is currently being spent creating my thesis. This process has been extremely time consuming and has completely taken over my brain. If you feel forgotten, you probably have been because I'm sorry, my brain can't shut off the thesis topic for even a second.
Hours have been spent writing the perfect mission statement. I swear, some sentences have been written over ten times. Try cutting down a 6:25 song to under 3:30 minutes! Casting you say? Why yes, I've created the perfect casting chart that will change the instant the audition happens and that, my friend, is another subject all of its own.
But, despite the planning, the typing, the researching, and blah blah blah...I'm really excited!! The dances, the stories, the costumes, the whole shebang has got me incredibly ecstatic! SO if you're interested in viewing the debut of this fabulous show (details soon to come), it's October 15th!! Auditions are August 24th (hint, hint!)!
Until next time...
I've been beefing up on my bug-squashing skills lately and boy howdy, I'm good! Ain't no spider going to run away from me! So these creepy little eight legged creatures have been invading my homestead by popping up on things like my couch and my bed! AGGHH!
(Can you hear the gagging in the background?)]
Anyway, my rescuer, The Exterminator, has just sprayed my house and now I can work in peace without the fear that something is going to crawl across me. Ew.
And yes, that is about the most exciting adventure I've had in the last couple weeks...exterminating bugs. *SIGH* Sad, I know, but my time is currently being spent creating my thesis. This process has been extremely time consuming and has completely taken over my brain. If you feel forgotten, you probably have been because I'm sorry, my brain can't shut off the thesis topic for even a second.
Hours have been spent writing the perfect mission statement. I swear, some sentences have been written over ten times. Try cutting down a 6:25 song to under 3:30 minutes! Casting you say? Why yes, I've created the perfect casting chart that will change the instant the audition happens and that, my friend, is another subject all of its own.
But, despite the planning, the typing, the researching, and blah blah blah...I'm really excited!! The dances, the stories, the costumes, the whole shebang has got me incredibly ecstatic! SO if you're interested in viewing the debut of this fabulous show (details soon to come), it's October 15th!! Auditions are August 24th (hint, hint!)!
Until next time...
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Welcome To Adulthood
Though the United States of America considers a person to be a legal adult at the tender age of eighteen, I do not. Shocker, I know. I can hear the masses now, "WHAT?! How can that be? I mean, at 18 you can vote, buy cigarettes, and even join the army!"
How on earth could I possibly believe that a person is not a true adult once that significant birthday rolls around?
Simple, really. At eighteen I was still a child, blissfully unaware of the responsibilities that come with adulthood. Such responsibilities like waiting six hours for the gas man to show up for five minute job or paying the RIGHT bill and not double paying another.
Sure, I fancy myself a much more wiser woman now at age 23, but I'm still not even to the point of being an adult and truly on my own. Case in point, I'm still in school, living off school loans. Yes, I worked three jobs last year and am still working hard this summer trying to pay for groceries, bills, and gasoline. However, I still rely heavily on my parents for insurance, cell phones, and other non-monetary issues.
Consider the following scenarios, if you will:
1) Last Wednesday, I had my first fenderbender. Who did I call? Dad. Who helped me call the insurance and is helping me get the car fixed? Dad. By the way, the car is still in his name so at least I can hide behind the fact that it isn't wholly mine. He's the owner and I'm the free-loading renter so really I'm taking care of DAD's property...that counts, right?
2) My toilet overflowed this past weekend. Did I know what to do? Obviously not since I was the one who caused the flooding.
**Dear Readers, if you notice the water level in your commode is rising, do NOT flush again. That actually causes the water to spill over onto your bathroom floor, sending you scurrying like a rat in a sewer to higher ground (i.e. up the shower curtain). As you fret about, squealing with shock over the serious problem YOU have caused, be sure to holler for a handsome hero to come save you. Like your boyfriend. Hopefully they are close enough to hear your cries for help and will come rushing in, risking life and limb to save you from the overflowing porcelain potty. Thank you, Pyro Man**
3) Today, my car would not unlock to disarm my alarm system. Therefore, I stood in the pouring rain trying frantically to get into my car so I could head to school in my nice outfit and makeup for a video shoot of the new OCU promo video. Eventually I got in...while the alarm was still going and tried to start the engine, but oh-ho! My car is FANCY and does not actually start if the alarm system is still going off. So what did I do? Called Dad. Then I checked the manual. And called Dad again.
The point to these stories is to say, I don't feel like an adult just yet. Even after a year of living by myself in my own home, I'm not quite there yet and I only believe that because I rely so heavily on the help of my family. Especially Dad. Really, here is how to the calls to Dad go:
"Hello, Dad? Yeah, what do I do when...*insert problem here*?"
or, my favorite:
"Dad? Yeah, I have a question..." <--See, if you preface something with "I've got a question" or "let me ask you a question," it gives the listener a chance to focus before the big blow hits. And gives me time to sum up courage for whatever I'm about to say.
You can ask Dad anything. Car trouble, internet issues, questions on bills, insurance things, cooking questions. No wait, baking questions are for Mom. GRILLING. That's what you ask Dad about, not baking
I can say that I do kill my own bugs, I can make a great home cooked meal, I know how to do laundry, and I can keep a house (ignore the piles though--that's organized chaos). But every day I learn a little bit more about what adulthood is really about and it's nice that I can find some humor in these things now. Hope I can carry that with me down the line 'cause I'm pretty darn sure I'm going to have to face off a clogged toilette again...I'll be ready though!
How on earth could I possibly believe that a person is not a true adult once that significant birthday rolls around?
Simple, really. At eighteen I was still a child, blissfully unaware of the responsibilities that come with adulthood. Such responsibilities like waiting six hours for the gas man to show up for five minute job or paying the RIGHT bill and not double paying another.
Sure, I fancy myself a much more wiser woman now at age 23, but I'm still not even to the point of being an adult and truly on my own. Case in point, I'm still in school, living off school loans. Yes, I worked three jobs last year and am still working hard this summer trying to pay for groceries, bills, and gasoline. However, I still rely heavily on my parents for insurance, cell phones, and other non-monetary issues.
Consider the following scenarios, if you will:
1) Last Wednesday, I had my first fenderbender. Who did I call? Dad. Who helped me call the insurance and is helping me get the car fixed? Dad. By the way, the car is still in his name so at least I can hide behind the fact that it isn't wholly mine. He's the owner and I'm the free-loading renter so really I'm taking care of DAD's property...that counts, right?
2) My toilet overflowed this past weekend. Did I know what to do? Obviously not since I was the one who caused the flooding.
**Dear Readers, if you notice the water level in your commode is rising, do NOT flush again. That actually causes the water to spill over onto your bathroom floor, sending you scurrying like a rat in a sewer to higher ground (i.e. up the shower curtain). As you fret about, squealing with shock over the serious problem YOU have caused, be sure to holler for a handsome hero to come save you. Like your boyfriend. Hopefully they are close enough to hear your cries for help and will come rushing in, risking life and limb to save you from the overflowing porcelain potty. Thank you, Pyro Man**
3) Today, my car would not unlock to disarm my alarm system. Therefore, I stood in the pouring rain trying frantically to get into my car so I could head to school in my nice outfit and makeup for a video shoot of the new OCU promo video. Eventually I got in...while the alarm was still going and tried to start the engine, but oh-ho! My car is FANCY and does not actually start if the alarm system is still going off. So what did I do? Called Dad. Then I checked the manual. And called Dad again.
The point to these stories is to say, I don't feel like an adult just yet. Even after a year of living by myself in my own home, I'm not quite there yet and I only believe that because I rely so heavily on the help of my family. Especially Dad. Really, here is how to the calls to Dad go:
"Hello, Dad? Yeah, what do I do when...*insert problem here*?"
or, my favorite:
"Dad? Yeah, I have a question..." <--See, if you preface something with "I've got a question" or "let me ask you a question," it gives the listener a chance to focus before the big blow hits. And gives me time to sum up courage for whatever I'm about to say.
You can ask Dad anything. Car trouble, internet issues, questions on bills, insurance things, cooking questions. No wait, baking questions are for Mom. GRILLING. That's what you ask Dad about, not baking
I can say that I do kill my own bugs, I can make a great home cooked meal, I know how to do laundry, and I can keep a house (ignore the piles though--that's organized chaos). But every day I learn a little bit more about what adulthood is really about and it's nice that I can find some humor in these things now. Hope I can carry that with me down the line 'cause I'm pretty darn sure I'm going to have to face off a clogged toilette again...I'll be ready though!
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