My Family or Yours?

Today the answer to this question must be YOURS. The friggin funniest thing happened tonight. And forgive me for this divulgence but I'm already onto my second coctail. My mom has a contenence problem. Its nothing diagnosable. Its more like a problem. A funny and hysterical problem. Why hysterical - well it hits her at bizare times.

Tonight for instance, I called and we chatted about who knows what but she asked where I was travelling next. I replied Atlanta. She said, in an alarmed voice, IRAN. IRAN. Why are you going to IRAN! I said well, not sure who is going to Iran but I am going to Atlanta. She laughed so hard at this little misunderstanding that she dropped the phone and had to go change her pants. Why? She peed. Peed in her pants over Iran! Now if the SHA was still alive perhaps you pee, but wait was the SHA in Iraq - who remembers?

So, yes, that's my mom. The pee-er. Shady pines is but a few seasons away.

My Family or Yours

My new TV family!

I have found a new home - a new TV family. You know I wanted it to be the Brady's but that I think on adult reflection had to do more with living in a house with 5 women - and yes a little secret a maid uniform, is a maid uniform even if its on Ann B. Davis. Anyway, I then found my next family, the Partridges. A singing bus riding family with great uniforms and a little hottie named Laurie. What a family! Singing "I think I love you. So what are we so afraid of." And I recall that the Brady's too sang but hello - Johnny Bravo...Time to Change, etc. CRAP! CRAP! ok the blue and white outfits were pretty rockin!

Then came the Camdens. Annie and Eric. Sure they were Christians but they were full of love. Full of love I tell you. and they would have taken me and sheltered me and wanted nothing in return. Unconditional love forever and ever despite being bad like Mary or freakass like Lucy, obnoxious like Ruthie, sexually active like Simon or just flakey like Matt. Or hideously ugly like those twins. LOVE, I tell you. Love. Well, then they jumped the shark over and over again.

Now, the Brothers and Sisters Family is my family of choice. A much more adult progressive family that clearly needs me to be part of it. This family has drama, secrets, differences politially, drugs, alcohol, etc. But underneath it all there is again LOVE. It is my cry for the week.

By the way, there are two great new ads. The new soft scrub add with the bunny and monkey is the BEST. THE BEST! I laugh every time. The bunny represents what your counter tops feel - soft and fuzzy. The other is what the germs and dirt feel and the monkey gets up and punches the guy in the face. HYSTERICAL. The other great ad is the sprint favorite 5 or something or other. The two guys, one says why do you have my girlfriend in your phone. The friend says something lame to difuse the situation and then the phone rings and it is playing - Secret Lovers. FRIGGIN HYSTERIAL. check them out.

Adios my dear amigo. adios.

A very very sad and troubling happened to me this week. Thursday the 19th of October to be exact. That is the day that I lost the taste for diet coke. LOST the taste! I am a self proclaimed diet coke whore. And now, I can barely think of this heretofor beautiful, fabulous, tasty, thirst quenching beverage, without wanting to hurl. What's up with that? What is wrong with my body - why has it abandoned me? I will cry for a while. At least until I find a replacement. Alas, it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. DC will always have a place in my soul.

Failing in the Bloggability Dimension

Well, I have been lax in posting bloggable things. But tonight I have one:

Tonight, I dropped Sue off at her car at work. I pulled up along her car and she got her stuff and exited my vehicle. She went to the car next to me and tried to put the keys in the door. I looked twice and noticed that it wasn't her car at all. It took her a few more seconds - what with the key not fitting and the car being white and 4 door and not a red hatch back, I understand the delay.

Like my throat wasn't sore enough from all the laughter!!!

Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Girls Who Went to the Police Academy

What a show! Thankfully God listened to me - so its been 20 years - but finally Charlie's Angels is back on TV. Sure its on PAX, a pseudo-christian (wait is there anything pseudo about it?) channel. But who cares, its on. I do not think my watching it means that I will become a right winger. I think Spelling Industries made a deal - you only get 7th Heaven (which by the way is back on in new episodes on some station like I or something) if you take Charlie's Angels. Now, perhaps some ignoramous with his head in the sand said - 7th Heaven AND an Angel show on the Pax network - Praise Jesus! And now is fired or stoned to death. Regardless, the angels are on. The only unfortunate thing is that I tape too maky shows and the ONLY nights I can tape are Mon, Wed, and Friday. I love this show. It is soooo schlockie and bad but I am in LOVE with them all. Even Farrah. YUM!

Get this.... we (being my CA posse)got a shout out at a wedding this weekend. Our neighbor Matt got married this weekend and his bro Frank gave the best man speech and talked about playing Charlie's Angels with the girls. He had to be Bosley, Tom Bosley. Of course Ann and I were hysterical because Frank and my sis were Bosley and Charlie so that we didn't have to play with them. I mean honestly Charlie was a voice in a box and a sexist pig who was basically uninvolved and Bosley, Tom Bosley, was was the drunk chauefeur (sp) straight man. We had all the action. Have I mentioned my patented Sabrina Duncan roll with the stand and freeze ending? yeah, I am sure I have.