Take a look at this:
Apple - Trailers - Lady In The Water
Obviously it’s pretty vague, as far as plot and all that, but I think it looks interesting. I know I’ll probably get slammed for this, but I love M. Night’s stuff. True, some of it is better in idea than execution (”Unbreakable”) but I love his directorial style and his ability to create a mood.
He also makes good casting choices.
What do you think?
Post-dessert on Thanksgiving day.
After eating my Thanksgiving meal and bragging about how I was full but not TOO full, I got cocky.
I ate a piece of Baklava pie. It’s just as it sounds. Baklava filling (chopped walnuts, sugar, butter) baked into a flaky pie crust and covered in honey.
AfterI ate it, I had the distinct feeling that I was about to throw up. I had to lie down. The sensation passed uneventfully, but I spent the next three hours with a brick made of white bread. walnuts, and gravy sitting in my stomach.
What did I do the minute it began to pass?
I ate again! (chex mix. why?!?)
The next day, we played a couple games of ultimate frisbee. I myself never usually play, but this year, I was running, diving and throwing like a champ. I did everything but catch it in my teeth. On one of my last plays, I jumped in the air and made contact with David’s elbow, resulting in a golf-ball sized lump just above my right temple. It hurt, but it was good pain, like “yeah, I got hurt playing a SPORT, so back off.” As usual, I milked it all weekend.
I also made hot buttered rum. It’s basically rum, sugar and a big globby glob of butter. It was pretty good. I didn’t really know it was a real thing until Carrie’s aunt Janet confirmed it, then I had to have it. Drinking butter is something I generally try to avoid, but hey, Thanksgiving comes but once a year.
All in all, it was a really good weekend. I also got totally shut out in a game of Trivial Pursuit, shopped for a fur purse, and almost choked to death on some corn in a bar, but those are all stories for another time.
Ryan’s show is this weekend, as is my showchoir final performance (thank Jeebus). Also, Ryan’s parents will be here Wednesday, and we go home for Christmas in three weeks. Wheee!
I leave you with this photo of Aunt Janet grabbing the giblets of Fritz, the Frisky Frozen 22lb. Turkey. Enjoy.
Let’s face it-food is delicious. As the Holidays approach, I’d like to take this time to share with you the food products I can’t resist right now.
1. Peanut Butter Cookie Crisp-Do I really need to describe this? Reeses Afro-Puffs proved that the peanut butter/cereal combo is a winner. This just ups the ante. Go buy some.
2. 7-up Plus Cherry-It’s just like regular cherry 7-up but it has a little fruit juice and calcium. Also it’s made with Splenda, so it’ll give you whatever kind of cancer Splenda causes, but trust me, the tumors are sure to be delicious.
3. Carmelized Onion, Pear & Gorgonzola Pizza- Holy shit. I just had half of one of these last night from California Pizza Kitchen. It’s pizza with pears, onions, hazelnuts and stinky cheese with a salad smothered in ranch dressing on top. If you don’t like this, the terrorists win.
4.Fresh Apples- They are really freaking good right now. I buy one of those bags that has like, twenty apples in it, and I eat them all in a week. Yes, I do have diarrhea, why do you ask?
5. Trident 2 in 1 Gum- I have only found this at Target. It’s like regular mint gum with a squirt of vanilla inside when you bite down on it. There’s also a strawberry/lime combo. Don’t tell your friends you have a pack, because they’ll eat it all. Jerks.
6. Stacy’s Pita Chips- Okay. On the outside these look like innocuous little pita chips, suitable for dipping into hummus or cheez whiz or whatever. But when you tear into the bag, you realize that they are ever so lightly sprinkled with CRACK, and then fifteen minutes pass, and you don’t know where you are, and the bag is empty and some guy named Willie is asking you for a quarter. These rule. They are baked and crispy and a little olive-oily. They also come in Cinnamon-Sugar. You will probably need to hide them from yourself.
That’s all for me. What are you enjoying?
“What’s Up With Downtown?”was the title of our Lovewell After-School show that happened this weekend. It was great. The show was sort of this noir detective story that ended up having a great message about recycling. If you’ve never seen a Lovewell show that sounds random. If you have seen one, it sounds totally normal. It had all the great components of a Lovewell show including:
Bums
A corrupt mayor
A rap
Really, all our best shows have included all three. The kids had an awesome time and the parents were writing us checks. These two things meet my criteria for a successful Lovewell show. We start our next session in two weeks…I’ll keep you updated.
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In other news, the McJohnson’s now have SATELLITE TV! Hooray! No more rabbit ears and alas, no more free cable, but now we have 120 channels and a DVR. Forget everything I said last week about TV being bad for our marriage. I was a FOOL. This is changing our lives. We already are filling it up with sports (ryan) and cooking shows & Dr. Phil (me). The other cool thing is that we are getting all the movie channels free for 3 months. Do you have any idea how much soft-core porn is on at night? A lot. It’s sort of disturbing and sort of hilarious.
Ahh, Skinemax.
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Tonight was spent cooking pork chops and sauerkraut and sorting out my underwear basket. I owned a disproportionate number of pairs of underwear that had holes in them, and now they are purged from my basket. Really, who wears underwear until they have HOLES in them? Homeless people? People during the Depression? Anyway, they are gone and so are the couple pairs I had that were…umm…sort of grandma-y. I like FULL coverage of my assets and these provided that. However, now that there is a bit less of me, they tend to sort of cover my entire lower back, so those got tossed too. Now, I need more, as I am used to having about thirty pairs in rotation.
Now you know all about my underwear. I hadn’t planned that, but hey, my blog has a mind of it’s own.
It’s that time again.
Let me tell you a story about my favorite night shirt and what it means to Joe. What he’s wearing in the photo is lovingly referred to as the “sleep sack.” When I recieved it as a Christmas gift from my mom (December ‘93) it came tied in a little sack made of the same material as the night shirt. It has little santa bears all over it, holding wreaths. As you can see, it’s really cute and also after twelve years of washings, it is very comfortable. No holes, a little fading, but otherwise, I think I can probably get another twelve years out of it (God willing.)
I should also mention that I have a long history of wearing pajamas that other poeple find objectionable. For example, I prefer nightgowns or enormous shirts. I don’t wear little tank tops and tiny boxers because, well, it’s just not my style. I have a gown with various desserts all over it (it says “Sweet Dreams” HA!) and one that says “University of Kansas that’s an XXXL. Now, you may say to yourself, “Poor Ryan. Jamie dresses like my grandma. I feel bad for him.” But don’t! He’s okay with it. I have been known to OCCASIONALLY spice it up, but for the most part this is it. I like old lady pajamas. I can’t help it.
Did I mention I also wear slippers?
Anyway.
Joe hates this particular night shirt. He mocks it, openly taunts it and has tried to convince me it’s the ugliest thing he has ever seen. I specifically brought it on our KC trip because I knew we would be sharing a room and I wanted to torment his senses by wearing it in front of him. He only hates it because I love it (that’s his style) and he loves to imagine Ryan and I in ummm…compromising situations involving the sleep sack. If that’s too much information, imagine how I feel, tormented by his “what if” scenarios involving my innocent night shirt.
He finally got drunk enough to put it on, and now, I ask you gentle reader: Is this nightgown awesome or what?
Last night I stayed up until 3 am searching for people I know on Friendster. I joined about a year ago, when a particularly tech-savvy friend invited me, but I never really used my account much. But a few days ago, a person from my past e-mailed me to be on their friend list (or whatever the hell it’s called) and I accepted. This got me thinking. If this person could find me, who could I find? So, I started looking.
I found quite a few people from my college, and some from my high school. Every time I found someone I knew I would think to myself: “Wow! I can’t believe it’s (fill in the blank)! I should send them a message (you can do that on the program). But every time I wussed out, because I have this crippling fear that people won’t remember me, and they’ll read my message and be like “Who the fuck is that?”
I think this stems from a college incident where I was talking to someone I had only met a couple times and in the middle of it he goes, “Now, who were you again?” This seriously scarred me FOR LIFE. Ask anyone who knows me, I bring up this “people not remembering me” thing all the time. In fact, sometimes I do it to other people, I am that freaked out by someone not remembering me. I know that this is idiotic, but I just can’t seem to stop.
So, now I am pondering whether I even want to have some re-connection to any of these people. These profiles really do nothing but leave people open to judging you based on your favorite music/books/tv shows and my feeling is most people give vanity answers, anyway. (ex: I read Sartre and Moliere, I listen to this great indie band called The Six Week Embryonic Spree Manifesto and I don’t own a TV.) Right.
Mostly I just want to see pictures. What the hell do these people look like now, anyway?
Why can’t everyone just have a blog?
After and extremely late night, (Ryan came home from work around 5 am, I went to sleep around 4 am) we were awoken by a dude with a CHAINSAW this morning. Apparently 9 am on Saturday morning is a perfectly acceptable time to pointlessly saw up tree stumps. The tree was already a stump, but I guess they wanted it to be a SHORTER stump, and hey, no time like 9 AM ON SATURDAY to get started on that.
“It’s 9 am, motherfuckers!”
Today on a NPR blurb, I heard about this discussion they were going to have later on the show about looking at individual brain cells and how they could be scanned or something to try to figure out how thoughts can be contained within them, and potentially how to read them.
That sort of blew my mind.
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On a sad note, our beautiful world of free cable may or may not have come to an end, (we’re hoping against hope) it’s been out since the hurricane. Lately when we come home at night, Ryan and I have been spending the couple hours before we got to bed actually talking. To each other. About all kinds of stuff. Not that we don’t usually speak to one another, (the McJohnson marriage is rock solid) but sometimes we choose to zone out in front of the TV than actually communicate. And while that’s OK sometimes, I realize that TV may have been sort of coming between us. Just a little. That’s really a sobering thought.
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Carrie and my little Show Choir is having their first performance this weekend, at a museum. Never mind that they have missed like, five classes due to hurricanes, dammit, they were booked and so they shall perform. If you’ll be in Boca Raton Sunday, I recommend that you come check it out.
You really haven’t lived until you’ve heard 5-10 year olds performing “Old Time Rock & Roll.”
It soothes the soul.
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Finally, here’s a picture of me from Misty’s bachelorette party, wearing Carrie’s niece’s sunglasses.
“I Just Drank A Beer!!”
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