Picture me jumping up from a wipeout ala' Mary Katherine Gallagher and whisper/screaming "Superstar!". That's me getting over the whole car thing. (and I may or may not have smelled my hands....). I tell ya what, I'm finding it easier and easier to follow my own little life mantra, "Cry a river of tears...and then build a bridge to get over it." Maybe time really does heal all wounds? Or maybe it's early-onset dementia. We'll see.
Ready for the Ten? I am. Let's do this:
2. Ahhh. Honda has resurrected Ferris Bueller. Yet another golden memory from my youth bastardized by advertisers. Is there really nothing new to be created or developed or written? Why do the marketing powers that be have to keep going back to that old well marked "Nostalgia"? Time for something fresh, people.
3. This past weekend I chaperoned a confirmation retreat at our church...it was the 8th grader's "Love and Kissing and Sex and Stuff" retreat, started at 9 a.m. on Saturday and ended at noon on Sunday. 73 kids, all 13-14 years old, and sex talk. Sounds like fun, huh? It turned out to be absolutely fascinating, eye opening and educational. Of course the church is preaching abstinence, and I for one am totally on board that train. At one point in the retreat, the boys and girls were separated and the adults were put into panels: one with all of us women, the other all the men. Then we had about an hour with each group, first girls with the female panel, boys with the men, and then we switched. The kids had been given slips of paper and were told to write down any questions they had about sex and love and relationships. Wow. Here's where both the "eye opening" and the "educational" came into play. Do you know what a cream pie is? I used to think it was a delicious bakery treat, made with whipped cream and bananas or Boston Cream or chocolate. Guess what? There's another definition of cream pie. And I may never eat pie again. (yeah right. Talk to me when Dairy Queen brings back the pumpkin pie Blizzard).
Anyhoo, like I said, I learned a lot. And I also found myself wishing I could go back in time and do so many things differently. Even at my age, it's so important to have respect for yourself and to make good choices. I've made some dumb choices over the past few years...that's going to change.
4. So apparently there's some NamBloPopPro (totally screwed that up) thing going on with the "blogging community". It's a little exercise, a self-challenge, if you will, to write on your blog EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. I'm feeling like stepping out of the box a bit, so I think I'm going to do this challenge, albeit very quietly and all on my own. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (here's the link to the NaBloPo thing, in case you're interested in participating)
5. Wheat Belly Update: I'm starting to hate cheese. But I'm sticking with it...because it's working. I feel incredible. Wait...I can use this for one of my daily posts! Stay tuned.
6. I haven't had a hen party this year. The time is nigh, hens. I'm feeling party-ish lately. I think I'm going to pick a Saturday in February and just plan it.
7. Shameless on Showtime. So awful, so bad! SO AWESOME. You can smell Frank (masterfully and dirtily played by the awesome William H. Macy) through the t.v. and my creepy old lady crush on the character Lips is starting to worry me. Plus Joan Cusack, people. Season One is on DVD now...I highly recommend it. But be warned: lots of nudity, lots of sex...but even more laughs. It's so bad it's good.
8. I have no clue what's going on in the presidential race. Someone want to fill me in? Who is Mitt Romney? He's good looking in a moneyed, powerful way. He makes me think of George Clooney in "The Ides of March" (which I found to be dull and plotless...how can a movie with both Paul Giamatti AND Phillip Seymour Hoffman be boring??).
9. Dinner tonight is cheese ravioli, take and bake ciabatta bread and a massive salad. I'll be having salad and trying to pretend that I don't want to take the bowl of ravioli and strap it to my face like a feedsack. Or take the loaf of bread, stick it in a Baby Bjorn and walk around eating it, hands free. Sigh.
Really? Keep it a secret? Next they'll be telling us that it's ok to hit your child, if it only happens once. Did you need another reason to not watch daytime television? You're welcome.
Ok my lovelies. That's it for the Ten. I'm now off to google "Red Licorice on Wheat Belly". Because mama wants some of that Australian soft licorice. So.good.