1) Cash Cab on The Discovery Channel. Even if I end up feeling incredibly stupid by the time it’s over. Which I always do. I’m obviously not smart enough to care.
2) Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie. The only complaint I have is that there is not enough brownie. I’m not sure what Ben & Jerry have against brownies and the people who love them, but I wish they’d get over it already.
1) People who use utensils to eat when they’re eating pizza or fried chicken or corn on the cob. Stop it. I’m not fucking kidding.
2) A certain 4 year old person who thinks I won’t sell him to the Gypsies right stinkin’ now if he doesn’t go to bed and stop doing that fake whining crap.
Current reasons to celebrate:
1) My oldest son, Nate, will be coming home for a visit in mid-July and staying for almost 3 weeks. It’s just now coming up on a year since we’ve seen him (except for the web cam, which we LOVE), and I miss the little snot.
2) Ok, so I’m not celebrating this one so much, but my kiddo is. My daughter, Sarah, is going to spend three weeks in Atlanta with her BFF, Lisa. Lisa and her family moved away quite some time ago, but the girls talk and IM every day and miss each other like crazy.
1) The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton. I have been in love with Darry since God was a pup. I was in love with Darry before they ever had the movie. Seeing Patrick Swayze play the role on the big screen did nothing but fuel the fire, baby.
However. Um. This book totally sucks. Which took me quite by surprise as I remembered it being a kick ass book, all deep and shit with all that talk about sunsets and being golden, blah, blah, blah. It’s crap!
The main problem with it is that even though it’s written in first person, with our protagonist being a 14 year boy, it was actually written by a 16 year old girl (S.E. Hinton). Could you find two more opposite creatures in the world?
Some actual text where the protagonist (a 14 year old boy, remember) is referring to his brother, Sodapop:
In a moment his breathing was light and regular. I turned my head to look at him and in the moonlight he looked like some Greek god come to earth. I wondered how he could stand being so handsome. Then I sighed.
What. The. Fuck.
Now, aside from the fact that 14 year old boys are pretty much the most unenlightened beings on the planet, that shit is wrong, right?