Really? Are women/girls really as wedding-crazy as the world likes to pretend?

So I was watching part of the show 10 Things I Hate About You (don't judge, it's not nice and How I Met Your Mother wasn't on last night) and the younger girl, who can't drive, but is in high school, so I guess she's like 15 was talking to her friend and told her she was on her Maid of Honor shortlist. What?! Who does that? At 15? Maybe everyone else does and I'm the only girl who never sat around planning a wedding or thinking about it, not even when I was little and girls supposedly ran around wearing pillowcases as veils, if Monica from Friends can be believed. The closest I ever come to thinking about weddings is when Rachel gets all OCD about planning something or other and then I tell her that when I get engaged, I'm just going to call her and know that in about a week she will have all the plans made (bonus: I totally trust her judgement and her knowledge of me, so I wouldn't even have to give her much, if any, direction!). Win-win, for me.

Really, other people who play 20Q on the 'puter? Really?

So I was playing 20 Questions on the 'puter and I think there's something wrong with people, in general. Apparently other users have taught 20Q that Bring It On is: a) romantic, b) realistic, c) inspirational, d) does not feature memorable music, and most heinous of all, e) not ridiculous! What does that movie inspire people to do?! And how can you not find it ridiculous?!

Names. Eh.

So, Dave harrassed me into joining his Mafia on Facebook. Now I can't stop. Thanks, Dave. Also, I need to change my mafia name, but I have no idea to what. And Rachel, I'm sorry I got you and your dad shot today. Oops. Thoughts on ridiculous names for me? If I can't come up with something mafia-related, I may go with something from my post about the roller derby...Oh! I just came up with something that is either awesome or super stupid. I'm going to have to mull it over before I share. You know how I do.

Fun times at work

The other day at work, a guy who works at the center we just took over in New York called for me and while I was on the phone with him, I was like, hey, we have the same name, as his name was Andrew. I don't know why I said this, because I'm usually not as dumb at work, but then I was like, it means manly. He was like, that's good for me, but not so good or you. And then he was like, I'm sure you're very womanly. I was like, I was not really questioning the level of my femininity, but ok. It was really weird because he emphasized the very, like a lot. And then I think he realized how weird the conversation had gotten because we were both quiet for a minute. And then we got off the phone. I felt really stupid when I had to call him back a few minutes later with some information. Yeah, I'm super professional all the time...which is good because we've all been working way more than 8 hours a day lately. ;)

I love that the article's address is 'sperm like an Egyptian'

So, this mother is so in denial it's not even funny. Or it actually is funny. She is suing a hotel, claiming her daughter got pregnant from stray sperm in the swimming pool. Wow. Discuss.

A short rant...

So, even though I am usually a terrible feminist, yesterday I was watching TV and got all bent out of shape. It was some reality program and this chick was like, "OK, you girls went out there and did that like men and I really respect that." A woman, telling other women that because they did something lik men, she respected them! What is wrong with women doing things like women? Why isn't that enough to garner respect?

Vehicular issues

So, Shannon's car broke at the end of last week, which was unfortunate. But then on Sunday, while we were in Louisville, it turned out that one of my cousins is trying to sel his car. So, my aunt told me to drive it back to BG and have our mechanic look at it, which I did. And it seems to be in good shape, so we'll see where that goes. But it was very fortuitous to have an extra car around. Today, Shannon couldn't get my car to start when she was trying to leave work. So that's awesomely ridiculous. But my parents are out of town, so I happen to be able to use one of their cars! Things just keep falling into place right now. I mean, other than the part about my car breaking, although it does just prove I've been right to be so worried about it....

I just spent like 5 minutes trying to figure out whether today is Tuesday or Wednesday. I landed on Tuesday and then looked at a calendar. I am so off lately. I honestly have very little idea of what is going on. I miss having a desk that is mine, so I carry stacks of paper around with me everywhere. I found a post-it on the doorjamb of a doorway I'd been standing in, having a conversation with someone earlier. I do recall putting the post-it there, because I kept fiddling with it. And then I walked past that same doorway like 6 times before I found the post-it, and it was totally neon green. And I wasn't wandering around looking for it; I kind of forgot about the post-it and the task info I wrote on it until it registered in my consciousness again. Oops...

I was watching part of Snakes on a Plane yesterday because...well, because it was on TV. Anyway, I think all of North America knows what Samuel L. Jackson says about the snakes when he gets fed up because it was everywhere whenever it was that that movie came out. On cable, that line became, "I have had it with these monkeyfying snakes on this Monday to Friday plane!" It made me giggle and wonder what the censors were smoking, or if maybe they thought it was hilarious too.

sometimes I think it would be much easier to be a guy...

So, I'm on the tech team at church. I do graphics and camera, albeit not simultaneously, although I have done graphics and light that way. Anyway, recently we changed the way we do the schedules for the month by having each task report to one person what days they would like off in a given month and then that person makes up the camera section for the month, or the graphics or sound and whatnot. I think I am getting screwed by this new system. I was hardly on at all last month and this month I am only graphics for the two Wednesday night services. I was talking to my dad about it and I was like, well maybe Frank thinks I suck at graphics and so he doesn't want to put me on Sundays and maybe David thinks I suck at camera (which, sometimes I do...) so he only put me on once or twice, I can't recall. My dad was like, "No you don't, why don't you ask them about it?" Not likely... A few days later, at the Wednesday night service, my dad was like, oh, I talked to Frank and he said he thought you only did Wednesdays, so that's why he did that. Not because you're bad at it; he said you do a great job. I was like, oh, awesome. I am totally 27 years old and my dad just talked to somebody for me. And he kind of made fun of me for thinking it was because I suck. I was like, if it were you being cut back, wouldn't you wonder if it was because you were crappy...oh, wait, no, you are a dude, and have never had self-doubt issues and also the tech and worship teams would be lost without you. Why do I always think I am the problem? Really, historically, I haven't been, so why have I always thought that?

Am I crazy or is not hilarious that a dude left a Sex and the City Trivia Game on the steps of Civil War monument and then the bomb squad was called in, as hot pink question cards blew into a fountain?

action-packed, as always

This weekend Shannon and I went to see Terminator: Salvation. Honestly, I kind of forgot I saw it, which is why it's Tuesday and I'm just now writing about it. Not that anyone actually cares about my movie thoughts. Anyway, it wasn't bad. It certainly wasn't good and I feel like it kind of messed with the Terminator canon a little, but maybe that was just me. There were plenty of explosions and whatnot. I am just still having a hard time forming any kind of cohesive thoughts about it. So, Dave will like it and Mark, if he ever gets to see it. Confession: when I'm watching a movie and it sucks, I start writing a blog post in my head about the ways that it sucks. When I watch a good movie, I start composing a post about how it's awesome as soon as it's over. Which is kind of sad, now that I think about it. But anyway, it's somewhat telling to me that after this movie was over, we walked out, went 'huh...' and then went to the grocery.

Also, we recently rented Quarantine, which was ok. It was kind of gross, as most scary movies have a tendency to be now. I don't love that. I don't mind some gore, but I want it to be awesome or funny, like Jason kind of gore. There's entirely too much sadism in movies now, to the point where there are very few genuinely scary movies, just a lot of crappy ones with a lot of action that will make you kind of queasy. And that sucks because I love scary movies that actually scare you and make you a little creeped out when you go to bed after watching them. Anyway, Quarantine was alright. My Bloody Valentine, on the other hand, had the potential to be awesome. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I had seen it in 3-D in the theater, I would have thought it was hilarious, as you could totally tell which effects were pandering to the 3-D audience. But at least it wasn't gross. It was definitely reminiscent of Jason movies, with some gaping plot holes, and an ending you see coming a mile away, but it was pretty fun, as far as horror movies go. Rachel would probably like it more than Dave, since he doesn't get our love for terribly cheesy horror movies. Also, I heard Drag Me To Hell is pretty awesome, in a Raimi kind of way, and I totally want to see it, but no one will go with me. But, Evil Dead, you guys! Come on!

Started out as Hogwarts...

This literal version of Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart made me giggle. "Emo Kid is throwing slo-mo dove at my face" "ninjas!" Watch up to the fencing and if you don't find it amusing, then feel free to stop...

I was watching part of the National Spelling Bee last night, and I got all excited because I am a dork. Those words were insane and the kids would just rattle them off like it was nothing. I only watched about fifteen minutes, but I did know four of the words, which was kind of awesome. And this morning I heard the winning word and I totally know that word too! Thanks, Reverend Doctor Jason Pettus, for teaching us about Laodiceans and their lukewarm gross water pipes!

I think I got the blade of the double-edged sword...

I spent just over $120 at the pharmacy today. The good part is I did get five different prescriptions. The bad part is that four of them were only ten dollars each. Yeah. So, this stuff had better work really well. It's some stuff for the eye allergy issues that recur. Apparently if you use steroids on your eyes frequently, you might get glaucoma. So even though my insurance refused to pay for this non-steroid because they want me to use steroids and get glaucoma, I got it anyway. Because I do not want any more issues with my eyes...and because I have been using more steroids than my doctor gave me on the whole eye thing because I have the hook-up and they work. Oops. I hope it works, because if it doesn't then I am stuck with a giant tube of $90 crap.

I guess I've been busy. I have kind of gotten out of the habit of doing this. Ummm...Those commercials for the new Late Show with Conan O'Brien where he's running down the beach in slow motion while Eye of the Tiger plays crack me up. Too bad I'm old and can't manage to stay up that late anymore. Although he will now be a whole hour earlier than before, so maybe I can occasionally catch it. I still don't understand the whole thing with them giving Leno his own show. That is not cool. Also, I do not understand who watches Leno and/or likes him. He is mostly just annoying to me.

I am looking for someone who wants a free trip to Boston. One caveat: you have to go with me. But, free!

Fortune Charades

Last night Shannon and I went to Kyoto for dinner. When I opened my fortune cookie, I was chewing, so Shannon was like, act it out! From my attempts, she came up with, "When you're making cake, don't break your forearm." Which is not even close, but totally funny. Fortune charades are so much more fun than adding "in bed" or "because I'm a lesbian" to the end of the fortune. Although that episode of Law and Order was completely out of the blue. Anyway, fortune charades will soon sweep the nation.

P.S.-The correct answer was "Hard words break no bones, but fine words butter no parsnips." Which doesn't make a lot of sense and led to a discussion about what, exactly, a parsnip is.

Am I almost too weird to function?

When Shannon and I went to the movies last week, while the commercials were on I was like, oh, dude, lean close to me and smell my neck. Shannon was like, ok and started to and then went, "Wait. What?" Am I so random that people almost think it's normal for me to ask them to smell my neck? By the way, it was because I was trying to get an opinion on whether my new perfume (Wisteria) smells too mature for me; I'm not completely random. Also, I think I don't care even if it is because it smells so good.

I went to get my hair cut last night and I was thinking of getting a body wave kind of perm. Not a perm perm like my mom had in the 80s and 90s. I've never had a perm, but I want the front of my hair to be as wavy as the back. Anyway, the girl who was cutting my hair was like, yeah that would do what you want, but it would cost more than $100. Apparently my hair is so long and thick it would take 4 boxes of stuff. Nevermind that then. Also, I don't know why I can never manage to go get my hair trimmed and actually just get a trim. Usually the people are just chop happy and I never wind up losing any less than three inches. So maybe my hair doesn't grow as slowly as I think, since I don't take that into account. And I lost three inches this time because the back was apparently extremely uneven. I was like, I swear I didn't do it to myself! If I had done it myself, it would not have been uneven. Trust. Maybe I should think about spending more than $20 on my hair...