I lost a bit of my mojo and couldn't figure out for the life of me what to post.
and so I didn't.
Then, I saw a great list of topics and decided that at least I would know what to post about.
The problem then became that the first topic was "A favorite song."
I have too many. How could I choose? It was like asking my mom which of her kids is her favorite. (Ok, probably not, since she would say, "Stephanie," without any hesitation!) (Just kidding) (Sort of).
So I've tossed and turned at nights, trying desperately to decide on which favorite to post.
And then it happened. When I stopped fretting, it came to me.
You may wonder, "How in the world can this be Stephanie's favorite song? It's the theme song from the not-so-popular 1970's TV show "S.W.A.T." It's not from the 80's. There are no words. It's not that easy to dance to. And who even knows who...performs it?"
I admit. I don't think I ever saw the TV show. I didn't even know the name of the song until 2003 when the movie version was released. But I knew the song since the TV show debuted.
Ok...I DO like songs other than 80's songs, although 80's is probably my favorite decade for music. I heard about a study somewhere that whatever music you enjoy when you are about 15 is the music that stays with you and forms your taste for life. Seems reasonable to me.
You are absolutely right. There are no words. But, when I was about 5, my sister and I would sing this song, using "Duh" for each syllable. We would only sing it when we were cleaning our room. Here is what would happen. We would be sent to our room to clean it. We would dawdle and end up playing with our toys instead of cleaning. My mom would come in and remind us to clean. We probably rolled our eyes. Or at least I did. I had "sass." My mom would call to us that we had five minutes to clean our room before (1) we ate dinner, (2) had to go to bed, (3) were going somewhere, or (4) would get spanked. Suddenly, Jennilyn and I needed something to help us clean like mad women. I think we tried wiggling our noses a couple of times, but we were no Samanthas. So, we would "sing" the "Pick Up Song." The faster and louder we sang, the faster we cleaned. I'm sure it looked something like a tornado. I remember running in circles, chucking stuff as I went. I'm sure the room did not get clean, but my stuff was hidden from immediate sight. And so, there are, in fact, words to the song.
I would have to disagree that it's not easy to dance to. As you can see in the preceding paragraph, Jennilyn and I danced like fiends as we were trashing, I mean cleaning, our room while singing the song.
And come on...who doesn't know that American funk group, Rhythm Heritage, performed the song? Ok. Me. But wikipedia knew. And Barry De Vorzon wrote the song. Doi! Ok...I got that from imdb.com. But he was a theme song composer extraordinaire.
And not just because he wrote one of my favorite songs.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sneak preview
Here's a list of posts to come:
post 01 — A favorite song
post 02 — A favorite movie
post 03 — 20 favorite things
post 04 — A favorite book
post 05 — A favorite quote
post 06 — A fun fact about me
post 07 — A piece of art
post 08 — Something I crave
post 09 — Pet peeves
post 10 — A photo of me taken over ten years ago
post 11 — A photo of me taken recently
post 12 — Something I bought recently
post 13 — A talent of mine
post 14 — Some place I want to go
post 15 — My celebrity crush
post 16 — A favorite food
post 17 — My worst habit
post 18 — Dream house
post 19 — Dream job (if money was no object)
post 20 — A hobby of mine
post 21 — A favorite recipe
post 22 — A favorite joke
post 23 — A video
post 24 — My day in great detail
post 25 — A favorite photo
post 26 — A funny (true) story
post 27 — A child I love
post 28 — A place I love
post 29 — A person I love
post 30 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
I'm excited. I've been in a funk and haven't had a clue of what to post.
Now I do!
post 01 — A favorite song
post 02 — A favorite movie
post 03 — 20 favorite things
post 04 — A favorite book
post 05 — A favorite quote
post 06 — A fun fact about me
post 07 — A piece of art
post 08 — Something I crave
post 09 — Pet peeves
post 10 — A photo of me taken over ten years ago
post 11 — A photo of me taken recently
post 12 — Something I bought recently
post 13 — A talent of mine
post 14 — Some place I want to go
post 15 — My celebrity crush
post 16 — A favorite food
post 17 — My worst habit
post 18 — Dream house
post 19 — Dream job (if money was no object)
post 20 — A hobby of mine
post 21 — A favorite recipe
post 22 — A favorite joke
post 23 — A video
post 24 — My day in great detail
post 25 — A favorite photo
post 26 — A funny (true) story
post 27 — A child I love
post 28 — A place I love
post 29 — A person I love
post 30 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
I'm excited. I've been in a funk and haven't had a clue of what to post.
Now I do!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Sentimental Journey
I'm quite the sentimentalist. It really is one of my strengths and weaknesses.
I can remember all sort of events that others don't. If you don't believe me, ask me to tell you at least one story about you. I will be able to tell you things that you likely won't remember. And I don't say that to impress you, just to impress upon you that I really am sentimental, so the little things other people easily forget, I tend to remember.
And because of this silly sentimentality, I keep things that other people can throw away without a second thought. Greeting cards from people I don't even keep in contact with. Movie ticket stubs from movies that I didn't like from 20 years ago.
Tonight I was going through a couple of small boxes of things I've kept that I can't possibly toss. I've re-read cards I've long forgotten from birthdays from too long ago. I've looked at wedding invitations for friends that are celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss, or even for friends that are no longer married. And yes...I've read letters I wrote but never sent. I'm particularly good at that.
And yet, I can't seem to get rid of these ancient antiquities. It's something about me that I wish I could change. But Darrell wishes I could change this even more. He fears that I will be featured on Hoarders one day.
The good news is that I threw away about a third of the stuff I went through.
It's a start.
The bad news is that I have oh-so-much-more to do.
I can remember all sort of events that others don't. If you don't believe me, ask me to tell you at least one story about you. I will be able to tell you things that you likely won't remember. And I don't say that to impress you, just to impress upon you that I really am sentimental, so the little things other people easily forget, I tend to remember.
And because of this silly sentimentality, I keep things that other people can throw away without a second thought. Greeting cards from people I don't even keep in contact with. Movie ticket stubs from movies that I didn't like from 20 years ago.
Tonight I was going through a couple of small boxes of things I've kept that I can't possibly toss. I've re-read cards I've long forgotten from birthdays from too long ago. I've looked at wedding invitations for friends that are celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss, or even for friends that are no longer married. And yes...I've read letters I wrote but never sent. I'm particularly good at that.
And yet, I can't seem to get rid of these ancient antiquities. It's something about me that I wish I could change. But Darrell wishes I could change this even more. He fears that I will be featured on Hoarders one day.
The good news is that I threw away about a third of the stuff I went through.
It's a start.
The bad news is that I have oh-so-much-more to do.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I love romantical songs like this...
I'm the luckiest and get to be with my favorite person in the world...Darrell. <3
In honor of Valentine's Day, I'll be posting some of my favorite romantical songs.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
If you ever want to see me poke my eyes out...
take me to a Ward Christmas Party.
Seriously, I don't understand what comes over people, but when most walk into the cultural hall for any Ward Party, but particularly the Ward Christmas Party, they immediately forget they have children. And because these children are now forgotten, they run and scream like wild animals.
All the while, the parents are stuffing themselves with mediocre (at best) food. Don't get me wrong, the food was likely delicious when it was prepared, but since it is now room temperature and picked over by the 629 people in the line in front of me, it's not as appetizing as it once was.
There are never enough tables set up, so inevitably, the late-comers are hovering in the wings, with plates of food balanced all up their arms (they seriously look like a waitress at the fancy diner that can balance 8 plates per arm--except these plates are paper and precariously tipping). If by chance you vacate your chair, you've lost it for the night. Never mind that you got up to reunite the kid screaming at the top of his lungs (because his Oreo(R) fell on the floor) and the rest of his family on the other side of the cultural hall, working on helpings three and four.
After almost everyone has served themselves (in one gargantuan line, since no one thought to set up two separate buffet tables), the evening's MC, who is the self-appointed Ward Comedian, invites the Primary children to come to the front of the Cultural Hall, stand in a single file line in front of the stage, and sing some Christmas songs that no one can hear since the kids just started learning the songs two weeks ago. Well, ok, there is that one kid that is the super achiever and sings extra loud to compensate for the rest of the kids. But she is the one that couldn't carry a tune in a wheelbarrow.
About this time, the "real" entertainment begins: the pseudo-amateur performers singing hits, such as, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus," "Jingle Bell Rock," "Do You Hear What I Hear," and "The Twelve Days of Christmas"--all verses, acted out, with non-singers "singing." But, the bad/good news is that no one can hear the entertainment, since people won't stop talking to the person sharing the table with them (even though the rest of the year they ignore each other).
And then, there is the serious song, like "O Holy Night" or "Mary, Did You Know," that is thrown in to help everyone remember the true meaning of Christmas, but really just makes everyone feel awkward. Mostly because the singer had just remembered she had kids three minutes before she took the stage. And yelled at them to sit down and listen to the people singing.
The great news, though, is Santa makes an appearance. All the kids line up to tell Santa their wish list. And then feel cheated since Santa gives out a "prize" like an orange.
As you can tell, I'm not much of a fan of the Ward Christmas Party.
And just so you know, this doesn't necessarily describe any ONE Ward Christmas Party I've been to. It's more of an observation of how they tend to go, based on several years of attending. I made an appearance at this year's party, after several years of boycotts. I think there are several more boycotts in my future.
Seriously, I don't understand what comes over people, but when most walk into the cultural hall for any Ward Party, but particularly the Ward Christmas Party, they immediately forget they have children. And because these children are now forgotten, they run and scream like wild animals.
All the while, the parents are stuffing themselves with mediocre (at best) food. Don't get me wrong, the food was likely delicious when it was prepared, but since it is now room temperature and picked over by the 629 people in the line in front of me, it's not as appetizing as it once was.
There are never enough tables set up, so inevitably, the late-comers are hovering in the wings, with plates of food balanced all up their arms (they seriously look like a waitress at the fancy diner that can balance 8 plates per arm--except these plates are paper and precariously tipping). If by chance you vacate your chair, you've lost it for the night. Never mind that you got up to reunite the kid screaming at the top of his lungs (because his Oreo(R) fell on the floor) and the rest of his family on the other side of the cultural hall, working on helpings three and four.
After almost everyone has served themselves (in one gargantuan line, since no one thought to set up two separate buffet tables), the evening's MC, who is the self-appointed Ward Comedian, invites the Primary children to come to the front of the Cultural Hall, stand in a single file line in front of the stage, and sing some Christmas songs that no one can hear since the kids just started learning the songs two weeks ago. Well, ok, there is that one kid that is the super achiever and sings extra loud to compensate for the rest of the kids. But she is the one that couldn't carry a tune in a wheelbarrow.
About this time, the "real" entertainment begins: the pseudo-amateur performers singing hits, such as, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus," "Jingle Bell Rock," "Do You Hear What I Hear," and "The Twelve Days of Christmas"--all verses, acted out, with non-singers "singing." But, the bad/good news is that no one can hear the entertainment, since people won't stop talking to the person sharing the table with them (even though the rest of the year they ignore each other).
And then, there is the serious song, like "O Holy Night" or "Mary, Did You Know," that is thrown in to help everyone remember the true meaning of Christmas, but really just makes everyone feel awkward. Mostly because the singer had just remembered she had kids three minutes before she took the stage. And yelled at them to sit down and listen to the people singing.
The great news, though, is Santa makes an appearance. All the kids line up to tell Santa their wish list. And then feel cheated since Santa gives out a "prize" like an orange.
As you can tell, I'm not much of a fan of the Ward Christmas Party.
And just so you know, this doesn't necessarily describe any ONE Ward Christmas Party I've been to. It's more of an observation of how they tend to go, based on several years of attending. I made an appearance at this year's party, after several years of boycotts. I think there are several more boycotts in my future.
Friday, December 17, 2010
It's not good to be hungry at 1:17 am
I really shouldn't eat anything.
But I REALLY am hungry.
I guess the good thing is that I want to eat grapefruit.
It could be worse.
Like a gooey chocolate brownie with ice cream and hot fudge.
And just like that, I saved 5,726 calories.
I'm amazing!
But I REALLY am hungry.
I guess the good thing is that I want to eat grapefruit.
It could be worse.
Like a gooey chocolate brownie with ice cream and hot fudge.
And just like that, I saved 5,726 calories.
I'm amazing!
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