Zac, Won't You Be My Neighbor?

I found myself in an odd position last Saturday afternoon. I was bored, I never get bored. 

In a spur of the moment, I checked Fandango and discovered that the movie Neighbors was starting in ten minutes. On that note I hurried my ass out the door and I made it in just the nick of time. 

The original idea of spending an hour and a half watching a scantily clad Zac Efron (that's pretty much ecstasy as far as I see it) was quickly replaced with total joyous comedy. Comedy, folks, that was both ridiculous-raunchy, and crazy-smart. What a flipping great way to spend an afternoon.

I would write a review, but I honestly wouldn't want to spoil a second of this crazy flick for anyone. Therefore I say go see it! See it for some lovely Zac eye candy. See it for a good belly laugh. See it for stellar comic timing. See it because it's fucking great!!

Thank You Olivia

I saw my first Olivia concert at the age of 8 with my bestie Amber. Our moms surprised us with tickets for our birthdays and we were beyond excited.

Peering down at that far far away stage, my little legs dangling as they danced to the beat, I felt as if every dream I'd ever had in my whole eight years on Earth was coming true.

I gazed entranced, as Olivia sang with her angelic voice. I was awed by her ability to sing while jumping rope. At 8 I knew all about jump ropes, that was hard stuff.

She was simply amazing. I wanted to be her when I grew up. I was utterly in love, obsessed really, with everything Olivia after that. 

No family get together or neighborhood BBQ could be complete (or so I believed) without my lip synced rendition of Olivia's Greatest Hits Volume 2 or "acted out" scene from Grease.

There was the school talent show in which I sung Tuta La Vita complete with Oliviaesque sailer back ground dancers. Cheese cannot even begin to explain my adolescent-I-want-to- be-a-Newton-John-fantasy. 

How fun, and what a terrific cheerful humanitarian role model she was and still is. I see her as a beam of happiness illuminating moments of my life with song. Thanks Olivia. 

You-PS, I Love You

So I'm secretly in love with my UPS man and I'm not ashamed to blog about it. Are all UPS delivery drivers hotties? Does anyone else out there quiver at the sight of that "truck" driving up their lane? Does your heart beat faster, anticipating muscled legs and brown shorts?

You all know just what I mean don't you? 

Pretty nice package delivery I would say.

Oh, and they can read too.

Oops, I don't think UPS got my memo, this isn't exactly what I was thinking of.

I'm sure that UPS drivers come in all shapes and sizes, and of course, short shorts and long pants.

 

Thank you to the boys in brown.  ;)

Please Be Kind, Rewind

So, last night I had a crazy apocalyptic dream. This wasn't your ordinary end of the world kind of fantasy. Oh no! This was my subconscious' idea of the end of our natural society.

In my apocalypse, the tragedy was that there was no longer DVD or Blueray players. You're aghast right? There were only....wait for it...VCRs! You are horrified right?

In the dream people were going ape-shit to find these dinosaur machines of the 80's. People were killing for Video Recording Devices.

I was huddled in a strange dusty garage. Bicycles were hanging from the rafters and boxes lined the walls. Some mad-killer-dudes were searching for the VCR, and I knew just where it was. I knew in my heart of hearts that I absolutely could not let them find it!!!!!

(Hey dreams are so weird)

The other big deal (for me) in this messed up future was that there were no longer any restaurants and all edible food was canned. So scary! There was, however; still electricity, bathtubs, and the US Mail system. :)

My Auntie B. was, in-fact, mailing me a giant box filled with the old TV recordings I had from childhood, and in that box was a coveted recording of the made for TV Family Ties movie where they go to England. Yay!!!!

A world without restaurants, and only VCRs, could society live???

What would your personal apocalypse have in store for the world?