I've been waiting for this exhibition since UC was taunting me with the fact that Hopper was going to be in MA first. Well, he's here now, baby and he's not alone. He's with Homer and I've got my tickets. Woo-hoo. March 28th and I will be there.
Neither snow nor illness nor dark of night shall keep me from reporting
my celeb dreams.
I was at a huge party where Grizzled's brother was obviously getting
married again, but to the same woman. I'm not sure what brought on this
reaffirmation of commitment, but this was the reason for the party. Elton John
is the entertainment. I hear him singing and think they are playing an album,
but then turn around and see Elton John. While there, I received notice
that I had to go back to my high school. I've had this stickin' dream theme so
many times that I even know it while dreaming. I kept telling them that this
must be a mistake and know at some point, or hope at some point, that I'll wake
up, but in the meantime, back to high school I go. It turns out my guidance
counselor is Brendan Fraser. He seems nice enough. I tell him he looks like
Brendan Fraser. He tells me he is Brendan Fraser. I ask him why he's a
guidance counselor at my old school? He said he hasn't had many movie offers
lately and figured he'd fill in with odd jobs.
I am then sent to the class I apparently missed when going through high
school the first time… it's in the natatorium. I am on the swim team and part
of the responsibility for being on the team is that you have to scrub down the
pool. I try to tell them that I was not on the swim team, that I have graduated
from high school and college and that I have kids and a husband to get back to
and that this is really going to mess with my schedule. I am told I only need
to stay for a semester and so as long as I'm there, I may as well take some
other classes. They tell me I should already know my schedule. I head off into
the halls of the school wondering how on earth I am going to blend with
students who could be my kids and start looking for my Pre-Calculus class. I
find it, but something is wrong because Mr. Earl did not teach Pre-Calculus, he
taught my Trig class. Mr. Jonas was my Pre-Calculus teacher… They send me back
to do more pool scrubbing. It is there that I run into Brendan again. He is
sitting on the edge of the pool and tells me I don't need to scrub, we can just
ride out our time there talking and drinking coffee. I wake up and remember,
I'm out of coffee…
Back to reality. It's another cold snowy morning and I've got painting class today. I think I'd rather be chatting with Brendan.
And you know what that means! It's Project Runway night over at newcritics (10E/9C)! And not only that... it's the Reunion Show! It's the show where everyone comes back and tells everyone else how they really feel. This episode has very little to do with fashion and is all about the hurt, the pain, the crushed egos! Knowing of Pinko's sensitivity for fashion and those who critique it, I'm sure he'll be there... why don't you join him and us. Season 4 is almost over! Don't miss the creativity, don't miss the drama and for the love of GAWD, don't miss one more chance to see Ricky cry!
This weather is getting to me. I love winter, but this winter has been particularly intense... lots of cold, lots of snow and ice. We had 2 inches of rain on Sunday and a high of 48. We're still covered in feet of snow and ice. At this rate, I don't see it melting until May.
The much-needed sun is making a brief appearance today. I'm glad. While I love a gray day or two, I have less tolerance for endless gray the older I get. It had me thinking, how hard could it be to make a computer monitor that uses full spectrum light? If I'm going to be sitting in front of my computer for some protracted amount of time each day, my little retinas could at least be picking up some much needed rays and my bod could be producing some extra serotonin. Can't hurt, might help.
I wasn't planning any blogging today. I've got a sinus headache that just won't quit, one of the lamblets is sick and we're still recovering from yesterday's broken water main, but!!! What better than to distract myself with a silly meme. Yes, apparently I've been goosed... by Blue Girl nonetheless. I didn't think she was the type to do that, but goose-away she did.
Here are the rules:
• look up page 123 in the nearest book
• look for the fifth sentence
• then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123
Ok... here goes! I'm sitting right by 4 large bookcases so this should be easy... I'm grabbing! Drum roll pleeeeeze! And the 3 sentences that follow the 5th sentence are:
Pigs can be rolled up ready to bake in advance and placed in an oven just before guests are due or even after they have arrived. The timer should be set to make sure the Pigs come out of the oven on time. Makes 10-12 (double pastry recipe to make 20-24).
Dear Lord!! I hope those weren't real pigs! I'm guessing if they were, the pigs would have let themselves out of the oven. I'm also glad that the author informed us that doubling 10-12 will get you 20-24. I had no idea...
The book I grabbed was a cookbook that Grizzled had been given by his mother when clearing out her own stash. It's entitled, "A Salute to Cheese" (copyright 1966)!!! Of course we had to take it. If there's one thing that's lacking in this world it's cheese saluting! The book is by Betty Wason, author of 10 other cookbooks which include, "Bride in the Kitchen" and "Dinners That Wait"!!! I'm guessing the "Dinners That Wait" was published after "Bride in the Kitchen" since the only cooking the bride was doing was with the groom...
The foreword of "A Salute to Cheese" was by Phil Alpert, President, Cheese of All Nations.
Who knew there was a President of the Cheese of All Nations!?!
Well, I'm guessing this is about as much action as this book has seen in a few decades. And speaking of action, it's time for me to go about goosing with abandon!!!
I was reading something really important.. cough... Brando's latest post... cough... when I heard the youngest lamblet talking to no one in particular. This is nothing new. She's been creating dialogue for as long as she could talk. If you hear her speaking somewhere in the house, you knows she's probably playing in a bathroom sink with various action figures. For a long time she had lengthy conversations with her invisible friend, Menny, but he hasn't graced this house for awhile, thank GAWD!
This morning she was merely talking to herself. I wasn't paying attention, but I then heard her utter, ".. but I've become a changed woman now!!" What had brought on the change? What major changes can a "woman" of almost 8 years really go through?
Ahhhhhh... she's figured out how to tie her own balloons. Yes, that will change you. That will make your future look entirely different. If only the changes were always that simple and that glorious.
Last night was the youngest lamblet's science fair. She and Grizzled had put together an awesome "Ultra-Simple Electric Generator". Aside from the worry caused by the fact that Grizzled went hog-wild when buying the magnets (they were so freaking strong, he could barely get them apart, even when attempting to slide them), all went well. We did notify the teacher not to put our lamblet's project right next to the computer or other electronics and as far as I can tell, no one with a pacemaker walked past.
All in all, the science fair seemed to be a success. I did notice 3 other "Ultra-Simple Electric Generators" although none of them had magnets as big as Grizzled's... There was the usual smattering of "what happens when you mistreat plants" displays. Some kids grew crystals. I always like those. I think my favorite (don't tell my lamblet) was the Guinea Pig Maze! Yes, there was an adorable guinea pig named Kenny and you had to offer Kenny a variety of foods to see which would get him to move most effectively through the maze. I didn't give a hoot about the maze, but Kenny was adorable. He was also one of the longest guinea pigs I had seen in awhile. Grizzled though he looked more like a football.
What I didn't realize is that the "Kenny Project" would more or less foreshadow the entire science fair. Not only was Kenny being offered treats to move through the maze, but the visitors (mainly children) were being offered candy to move through the fair. I mentioned this phenomenon last year. Kids would often try to do an experiment that included candy so that more children would come to their booth. Well, now it seems candy doesn't have to have anything to do with the experiment... it's merely there as a draw. Yep, I saw big tubs of bubble gum and Nerds and Smartees set up right next to experiments that had nothing to do with them. Apparently a few kids were even handing out small toys.
Let me just say... WTF??? When did a science fair become all about candy or what toys you could get? Can an event not go by without a goody bag or a handout? I'm all for making an interesting display. I'm all for incorporating an alluring outcome, but to just have handouts so someone will walk past your booth? I thought it was sad.
Lord knows I've succumbed to goody bag pressure in my day, but I think I'm done. I'm for letting the event be all about the event, not what you can get... unless the event happens to be about candy. Pinko, I should have my Chocolate Skittles in a couple of days!