1. When I bought six cupcakes at A Taste of Heaven, I knew that Randy wouldn't want any and the girls would prefer candy. You can see what's left: Almond Joy and Marbled Malted Milk Ball. 2. The final look Jonah Hill gives his best friend Michael Sera as he descends the mall escalator at the end of Superbad moved me nearly to tears.
3. I stayed up way too late two nights last month watching Mask and Sex, Lies and Videotape, each for the umpteenth time.
4. I never could get into the "brilliant but cancelled" series Sports Night and Arrested Development. This makes me an idiot. I don't care. All they did in Sports Night, as in West Wing, was walk up and down hallways, talking fast. Fast and witty doesn't always equal true and funny, you know.
5. When the ATM ate my card that night, I smashed my front passenger door backing furiously out of the stall. And my language was choice and the kids were in the car. Today we dropped the car off at the body shop and got a rental minivan. Such not the same experience as picking up a rental in a tourist town. Our van wasn't vacuumed and Gabe the Enterprise guy said goodbye with, "There's a quarter tank of gas. Just return it empty. I waived the gas for you." Thanks a lot, Gabe. He was quite the tool. Slicked back hair, quick talking, "No problemo," and when I was looking for a trash can for a wrapper, asked, "Garbosh?"
6. I haven't watched the last episode of John Adams yet. I can't bear to, really. After reading the McCullough book, I dread his daughter's mastectomy, his wife's death, his regrets, his death.
7. I'm considering quitting this NaBloPoMo thing. I have a lot to say, but I'm a slow writer so the posts are taking time I need for packing, research, preschool newsletter writing, child tending. And the only work I've done on the book since October is one interview that I still need to transcribe. And write the thank you note. Ouch.
8. One of my favorite pieces of clothing is a blue sweatshirt I bought at Whole Foods on a unexpectedly cold day last year. It's soft and comfortable and has the WF logo over the heart. The kind of sweatshirt the employees wear. Randy laughs at me when I put it on. The guy who sold it to me at the customer service desk barely blinked, but I thought I felt him wince.
5 comments:
Ok, if you have to quit to save your sanity, then quit NaBloPoMo. (Don't quit, don't quit — no pressure.) I liked West Wing — that and Jon Stewart were all that got me through 8 years of W.
While I enjoyed parts of Superbad, I'm kind of past my Sophomoric humor phase (which of course means I'm old), but I was appalled when they showed it to my daughter's class last year in high school (which makes me Superold — I smell a sequel).
Superbad at school!!??? What class was that? Home Ec? Phys ed?
I believe it was when they had a sub. I am currently applying for substitute positions in the area. Do you think I should get my own copy of Superbad just in case? Any other title suggestions?
American Pie might hold their attention.
Quit NaBloPoMo? I was shocked that you were doing it. Your approach to blogging, and writing in general, is so thoughtful. IMO, there's no need to mess with that for the sake of a little badge on your blog.
Thanks for all the Friday fun tips!
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