I came downstairs this morning really craving some Lucky Charms (because they are magically delicious). I knew that Sam had raided the box on Thursday night, because I had woke up on Friday morning and found a few random charms on the floor. I looked in the cabinet and laughed pretty hard when I saw that the box was half gone and written on it was "GARY DID IT!!!".
When I saw that, I figured that she had just eaten half the box. This morning I came downstairs, poured a bowl and was horrified. Sam didn't just eat Lucky Charms, she went through the entire box and took out all of the marshmallows. Who eats Lucky Charms for the healthy-ish pieces?? No one. They may as well make a "Oops! All Marshmallows!" box of Lucky Charms.
Needless to say, I poured the bowl back in the box and poured myself a bowl of Rice Krispies. I'm going to be honest...it wasn't nearly as magically delicious. I'm kind of glad that Sam doesn't read my blog, well...EVER (because she's a busy mom who has time to pick every marshmallow out of a box of Lucky Charms, not because she hates me). She would probably make me delete this post.
Next subject! Last night...
Matt Wertz (sometimes referred to as "Wertzy" by, well, just my friends) was in town. Chris, Julie, and I had gotten to the Neighborhood Theatre pretty early because we were quite sure that there would be a line. Yeah...there wasn't a line. At all.
So we got in the doors at 8 and had our choice of seats. We chose the 5 seats against the wall, closest to the stage. Great show, blah, blah, blah....but I met a boy. Well, that sounds better than it actually was. He was the bouncer/security guard and I'm pretty sure he thought I was flirting to get us backstage (yeah, maybe I was...so what??). Oh, well...his friend got me a bottled water. What more could you ask for? Oh, yeah...to actually get backstage.
So this ex-ballet dancer is telling me about his life (I didn't know him well enough to tell him that I find smoking utterly disgusting and didn't understand why he told me that he's a smoker, like that's a good thing...) and he looked at me and said, "Contrary to what your friends and family say, you're a beautiful woman."
I must have shot him the most shocked look, because he quickly rebutted with, "Oh! That did not come out right...uhh, okay..."
con⋅trar⋅y [kon-trer-ee; for 5 also kuhn-trair-ee] Show IPA adjective, noun, plural -trar⋅ies, adverb
1. opposite in nature or character; diametrically or mutually opposed: contrary to fact; contrary propositions.
2. opposite in direction or position: departures in contrary directions.
3. being the opposite one of two: I will make the contrary choice.
First. How does he know what my friends/family are saying about me/my looks?
Second. Even if he DID know what my friends/family are saying...why would he tell me that he's going against everything they are saying by telling me that I'm beautiful?
Hmmmm....warm fuzzies all around.
I do feel a little bad that Mike and Thomas were asked to move away from me by Alex (the bouncer guy). I think he thought he was helping. He had been keeping a path open for me so that no one blocked my view of the performance. I'm not sure he knew that Mike and Thomas are my friends and if my view is going to be blocked by anyone, I hope it's my friends.
Alright. I'm watching Vh1 Top 20 Countdown like I do every Saturday morning and there is a brand new Jamie Foxx video. He obviously used his celebrity status to get other celebrities in his rap video. You know, celebrities like Jake Gyllenhaal, Forest Whitaker, Samuel L. Jackson....and Ron Howard.
What is Ron Howard doing in a rap video???
Youtube won't let me embed it (you know how I heart embedding videos on my blog), but if you want to check it out, go here (you only have to watch the first 46 seconds to experience all of the weirdness)....
And yes, Jamie...I do blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-al-cohol...
Last week I said something about how I may love Carolina Liar. I really think I do now. Here you go...
Does anyone ever watch this videos I post? No???
Oh, well...that's cool.