I have a love/hate relationship with the T.V. show, Scrubs. Love it because it makes me flat out laugh. Laugh so hard I have tears. But it is also a bit, um, make-me-blush dirty. After a few of those kinds of episodes, I marked 'Scrubs' off my weekly viewing list and made due with excerpts on YouTube. It's also easier to not watch because it's not shown on regular T.V. overseas. I'm back on the U.S. side of the pond, but I don't have any network channels. And I don't miss it.
So, the round-about way I found today's gems was through an article on Slate. It covered the phenomena of how a T.V. show gets away with including a musical number in a show that doesn't normally sing. One of my favorite things about Scrubs is how they have the occasional daydream or imaginary alternate scenario and more often than not, they break out in song. Ah, so please enjoy these rib-busting videos. Also, two of these clips were from a "Musical" themed episode.
And yes, this last one fulfills the fact that I am really a juvenile 12 year boy trapped in a 30 year old woman's body. But when life gets you down, sometimes you just need some pure and unadulterated hilarity. Enjoy. *disclaimer* if you do not find poo hilarious, skip this next vid. Thank you.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Broken Promises
I know, I know. I promised to blog more. I even gave you hope by outlining future topics. See, that's usually the best way to set a goal. Tell someone else about it. Then it usually gets accomplished. Usually. But I'm not sending out any false hope today. It's just that nothing interesting has happened this last week.
I had hoped to post some pictures. I fear that little fingers have fiddled with my camera settings and the pictures taken this last week are sadly inconsistent. (boring camera specs.: size, exposure, etc.) I'm in the process of figuring that out. Along with a little 3 year old that is coming down with a bad cough and runny nose, I'll probably end up blogging more this week than I did last week? Why? Um, I think I'm an 'avoider'. If there is something unpleasant to do, I'll be here in my office; avoiding it. So that's me, I'll be 'fiddling around' with my camera and probably sitting right here holding a miserable three year old. Here is one picture that turned out. The cupcakes I made for Eliza's birthday. She wanted chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting. Oh, and decorated like flowers, please. Ok, I'll try my best!
I had hoped to post some pictures. I fear that little fingers have fiddled with my camera settings and the pictures taken this last week are sadly inconsistent. (boring camera specs.: size, exposure, etc.) I'm in the process of figuring that out. Along with a little 3 year old that is coming down with a bad cough and runny nose, I'll probably end up blogging more this week than I did last week? Why? Um, I think I'm an 'avoider'. If there is something unpleasant to do, I'll be here in my office; avoiding it. So that's me, I'll be 'fiddling around' with my camera and probably sitting right here holding a miserable three year old. Here is one picture that turned out. The cupcakes I made for Eliza's birthday. She wanted chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting. Oh, and decorated like flowers, please. Ok, I'll try my best!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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Yes, this is solely for the opportunity to win a giveaway.
An awesome giveaway from c jane's guide to provo.
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I have enough kids that it one visit costs almost as much as this $175 pass.
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An awesome giveaway from c jane's guide to provo.
An annual pass to Thanksgiving Point in UT.
I have enough kids that it one visit costs almost as much as this $175 pass.
That's what we did when we were in Maryland for 7 weeks this summer.
We bought a year pass to the National Aquarium in Baltimore and
it was paid for in one and a half visits.
Since we moved to Idaho, I've driven to UT 4 times.
(it is only 3 hours and 45 minutes to Ikea)
So, for the sole purpose of one more entry, I am blogging about it.
Thank you.
Just my opinion . .
On body scanners:
I thought I'd better post something about this subject before it leaves the realm of 'current hot topic'. Or maybe it already has. I haven't seen any grainy, black & white pictures of the pudgy naked man on Drudge lately, so I could have missed the boat. I am also not the best informed person. I try to keep current on my news & such, cramming it in between other important activities such as laundry and corralling children. But here is my opinion on what I know.
When people immediately went on the defensive about these 'body scanners', I was a bit confused. I travel a lot. A. Lot. Believe me, once the 'limited liquid' ban was instituted, it definitely put a cramp in my style. Juice boxes were a staple in my kid's carry-on. It's a lot easier than dealing with that flimsy plastic cup. The stewardesses seem to have a particular fondness for filling the apple juice up to the brim for my 3 year old and then asking if he wants ice. Duh! I have adapted and either bring empty sippy cups or just ask them to leave the can. And don't get me started on how many times they've said 'no'. Seriously? It'll make it a lot easier on all of us if she'd just let me mete the two cans of juice out to my 4 kids.
But I digress, the subject is the body scanner. I really don't see the big deal. To me, these look easier. If it means I don't have to take off my shoes, coat and those of my 4 children (10 shoes, 5 jackets, 4 assorted security loveys and toys) I say bring it on! You wanna look at all my unflattering folds and crevices, go right ahead. If it means less hassle for me, I'll volunteer to go first! I know, I know, people are worried that the pictures would 'leak out'. Whatever. And maybe I'm too lassiez faire about it to be concerned. Yes, I would mind if my naked body with the blurred out face was posted as Google's new logo. But if it gets me through security faster, I will unabashedly surf on Google turned Booble.
You say the shoes, etc. do have to be removed? I have an argument for that, too. The way I see the magic of these machines is that it eliminates physical contact between those TSA people and me. Do you know how much it freaks a kid out to have their mommy patted down by a huge security Frau? The last time it happened, we were in Frankfurt. They let me keep my sandals on (Tevas to be exact) and so we unloaded everything else and walked through the metal detector. I was willing to take them off, but they just waved away my offerings. I set it off and immediately they pounced on me; "Vat is in your pockets? You have to take off everything metal!" I'm not a jewelery person and my watch was already in the 'Verboten' tray. They had me take off the shoes I had volunteered to remove just 15 seconds earlier, put them through the conveyor belt and stand spread eagled, facing away from my children. I was traveling alone with them and all they wanted to do was cling to my leg. The questions from them started spilling out, along with the tears, "Why is that lady touching you, Mommy? Can I have my frog blanket back?" We all escaped, obviously, but not without my children being a little more wary of any security screening we go through. So in my opinion, if these body scanners eliminate hassle and bodily contact, I say go for it.
I thought I'd better post something about this subject before it leaves the realm of 'current hot topic'. Or maybe it already has. I haven't seen any grainy, black & white pictures of the pudgy naked man on Drudge lately, so I could have missed the boat. I am also not the best informed person. I try to keep current on my news & such, cramming it in between other important activities such as laundry and corralling children. But here is my opinion on what I know.
When people immediately went on the defensive about these 'body scanners', I was a bit confused. I travel a lot. A. Lot. Believe me, once the 'limited liquid' ban was instituted, it definitely put a cramp in my style. Juice boxes were a staple in my kid's carry-on. It's a lot easier than dealing with that flimsy plastic cup. The stewardesses seem to have a particular fondness for filling the apple juice up to the brim for my 3 year old and then asking if he wants ice. Duh! I have adapted and either bring empty sippy cups or just ask them to leave the can. And don't get me started on how many times they've said 'no'. Seriously? It'll make it a lot easier on all of us if she'd just let me mete the two cans of juice out to my 4 kids.
But I digress, the subject is the body scanner. I really don't see the big deal. To me, these look easier. If it means I don't have to take off my shoes, coat and those of my 4 children (10 shoes, 5 jackets, 4 assorted security loveys and toys) I say bring it on! You wanna look at all my unflattering folds and crevices, go right ahead. If it means less hassle for me, I'll volunteer to go first! I know, I know, people are worried that the pictures would 'leak out'. Whatever. And maybe I'm too lassiez faire about it to be concerned. Yes, I would mind if my naked body with the blurred out face was posted as Google's new logo. But if it gets me through security faster, I will unabashedly surf on Google turned Booble.
You say the shoes, etc. do have to be removed? I have an argument for that, too. The way I see the magic of these machines is that it eliminates physical contact between those TSA people and me. Do you know how much it freaks a kid out to have their mommy patted down by a huge security Frau? The last time it happened, we were in Frankfurt. They let me keep my sandals on (Tevas to be exact) and so we unloaded everything else and walked through the metal detector. I was willing to take them off, but they just waved away my offerings. I set it off and immediately they pounced on me; "Vat is in your pockets? You have to take off everything metal!" I'm not a jewelery person and my watch was already in the 'Verboten' tray. They had me take off the shoes I had volunteered to remove just 15 seconds earlier, put them through the conveyor belt and stand spread eagled, facing away from my children. I was traveling alone with them and all they wanted to do was cling to my leg. The questions from them started spilling out, along with the tears, "Why is that lady touching you, Mommy? Can I have my frog blanket back?" We all escaped, obviously, but not without my children being a little more wary of any security screening we go through. So in my opinion, if these body scanners eliminate hassle and bodily contact, I say go for it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
YouTube Tuesday: On Wednesday
Hey, it's my favorite post of the week! I wasn't going to infringe on Eliza's special day by making two posts. So YouTube Tuesday got bumped to Wednesday! Ah, so many to choose from, yet I'm not sure about it "spanning an audience"; who thinks it's funny or not. I usually pick my videos because they are funny. Occasionally it's because they are touching, inspiring, or awesome (which usually involves comedy) but flat out funny, quite often enough, wins.
Today we get an 'awesome' vid. Stop-motion movies amazing & intrigue me. The attention to detail and patience involved astound me. The most I ever delved into the stop-motion world was when I was 11. My dad had a video camera; you know, the suitcase-sized kind that perched on your shoulder and was too unwieldy for anyone under the age of 16. We were living in Alaska and it was Christmas break. Dad pulled out the video camera and instructed us on the finer art of "movie magic". We, the three sisters, posed facing one direction, right arms extended and resting on the other sister's shoulder. Then he said to sing, "Go north, to Alaska." The lyrics to the little ditty we sang were nonsense to us, but now, as an adult with more pop culture savvy in my brain, make a little more sense. He would stop recording, we then all turned in the other direction and repeated the act once again. On the third time, the lyrics changed to, "Go north, the rush is on!" And there it was; the Holloway girl's 'movie magic'. We had a great time re-watching our 'magic. This video by PES is much more professional, but just as mesmerizing.
Today we get an 'awesome' vid. Stop-motion movies amazing & intrigue me. The attention to detail and patience involved astound me. The most I ever delved into the stop-motion world was when I was 11. My dad had a video camera; you know, the suitcase-sized kind that perched on your shoulder and was too unwieldy for anyone under the age of 16. We were living in Alaska and it was Christmas break. Dad pulled out the video camera and instructed us on the finer art of "movie magic". We, the three sisters, posed facing one direction, right arms extended and resting on the other sister's shoulder. Then he said to sing, "Go north, to Alaska." The lyrics to the little ditty we sang were nonsense to us, but now, as an adult with more pop culture savvy in my brain, make a little more sense. He would stop recording, we then all turned in the other direction and repeated the act once again. On the third time, the lyrics changed to, "Go north, the rush is on!" And there it was; the Holloway girl's 'movie magic'. We had a great time re-watching our 'magic. This video by PES is much more professional, but just as mesmerizing.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A Milestone
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
~Mark Twain
~Mark Twain
This has dual meaning for me today. My oldest daughter, Eliza, is turning 10 years old. I definitely do not feel like I should have a child eclipsing a complete decade on this earth. I remember when I turned ten. I mean, I remember a lot of things. A. Lot. Just ask my family, I have the mind of an elephant (and the body to match! ha)
When I was her age, turning 10 meant reaching a rite of passage for all military brats. Ten years old meant that to gain access anywhere on base, you had to have an I.D. card. How proud I was to have my little own mugshot to flash when we went grocery shopping at the commissary. Or if I spent my hard earned pennies at the BX; though sometimes you had to show it just to get in. Eliza won't be getting a military I.D. sadly enough, but she has had many things I didn't. She had her first passport at the ripe old age of 5. And that's late for my kids, the other three had one before their third birthday!
My Eliza. Do you know how we picked her name? Well, Spencer and I couldn't agree on anything. It was either an old girlfriend or bad association. There was a boy's name we agreed on, but the ultrasound showed a little female in there and we were stuck. Out of the blue one day, Spencer mentioned the name 'Eliza' and I actually started thinking about it. 'Eliza'. I started rolling the name around in my head; calling that name out to the neighborhood, asking her if she wants more peanut butter and jelly. Hmmmm. One evening, we were both watching Little House on the Prairie and this certain episode was about Almonzo's sister, Eliza. We kept hearing it over and over and realized that we loved the sound of it! True, that Eliza was a spinster, but I think our sweetie can overcome that small obstacle.
Also, there was the Battle for a Middle Name. My argument was that since I have one, so will my daughters. Spencer didn't want her to have one because his sister's don't have one and it makes getting getting married less complicated. Just three names. Yes, it's true it may have been easier, but I loved having a middle name. It's your special name that not everyone knows! The kind of thing girls share at sleep overs. And whether they like their middle moniker or not, it's something I found special and wanted my girls to have as well. A friend of ours suggested the tradition of giving the oldest daughter the mother's middle name. Fortunately, my middle name is perfect; for me as well as her. Claire. Our Eliza Claire.
My Eliza. Do you know how we picked her name? Well, Spencer and I couldn't agree on anything. It was either an old girlfriend or bad association. There was a boy's name we agreed on, but the ultrasound showed a little female in there and we were stuck. Out of the blue one day, Spencer mentioned the name 'Eliza' and I actually started thinking about it. 'Eliza'. I started rolling the name around in my head; calling that name out to the neighborhood, asking her if she wants more peanut butter and jelly. Hmmmm. One evening, we were both watching Little House on the Prairie and this certain episode was about Almonzo's sister, Eliza. We kept hearing it over and over and realized that we loved the sound of it! True, that Eliza was a spinster, but I think our sweetie can overcome that small obstacle.
Also, there was the Battle for a Middle Name. My argument was that since I have one, so will my daughters. Spencer didn't want her to have one because his sister's don't have one and it makes getting getting married less complicated. Just three names. Yes, it's true it may have been easier, but I loved having a middle name. It's your special name that not everyone knows! The kind of thing girls share at sleep overs. And whether they like their middle moniker or not, it's something I found special and wanted my girls to have as well. A friend of ours suggested the tradition of giving the oldest daughter the mother's middle name. Fortunately, my middle name is perfect; for me as well as her. Claire. Our Eliza Claire.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
2009 in Review
What better way to ring in the New Year than to give a nod to the past? I really became more active on my blog about Sept. '08. So 2009 has really been a full year. Here we go:
January:
January brought Grant's first injury of the year and a milestone 100th post.
February:
This month brought a family Valentine vacation to Alamein, me going red and a bathtub in the stairwell.
March:
March was filled with cramming in "one last visit" to various sights before our April departure. Saqqara, pyramid horse rides, felucca rides on the Nile, and a famous "Mairyn-ism". You'll have to go back over March, I had some good posts that month. I think I was 'avoidance blogging'; blogging instead of packing. I'm also trying to keep the highlight links to two a month.
April:
The month we left Cairo was a tumultuous one. What am I saying? This year has been tumultuous. Memories of Egypt, travel, a haircut and luxuries.
May:
A month of R&R, visiting places and family. Oh, and the girls got their ears pierced!
June:
A cross country road trip, another injury for Grant and lots of aquarium trips.
July:
Saying goodbye to Spence, A great 4th of July, a flat tire, and hair cutting.
August:
Moving into our house, finishing a basement, unpacking and starting school.
September:
State Fair Fun, more basement construction, A Rexburg "sandstorm", and living in the country.
October:
Welcoming Spencer (if only for two weeks) and lots of family time.
November:
NaBloPoMo. A blog post a day. For a month. 'Nuff said. Also a trip to my kid's great-grandparents for Thanksgiving.
December:
Finally, at year's end. We have a new destination , dirty little secrets and a very merry Christmas.
Phew, now I just need to take a nap. Enjoy, all!
January:
January brought Grant's first injury of the year and a milestone 100th post.
February:
This month brought a family Valentine vacation to Alamein, me going red and a bathtub in the stairwell.
March:
March was filled with cramming in "one last visit" to various sights before our April departure. Saqqara, pyramid horse rides, felucca rides on the Nile, and a famous "Mairyn-ism". You'll have to go back over March, I had some good posts that month. I think I was 'avoidance blogging'; blogging instead of packing. I'm also trying to keep the highlight links to two a month.
April:
The month we left Cairo was a tumultuous one. What am I saying? This year has been tumultuous. Memories of Egypt, travel, a haircut and luxuries.
May:
A month of R&R, visiting places and family. Oh, and the girls got their ears pierced!
June:
A cross country road trip, another injury for Grant and lots of aquarium trips.
July:
Saying goodbye to Spence, A great 4th of July, a flat tire, and hair cutting.
August:
Moving into our house, finishing a basement, unpacking and starting school.
September:
State Fair Fun, more basement construction, A Rexburg "sandstorm", and living in the country.
October:
Welcoming Spencer (if only for two weeks) and lots of family time.
November:
NaBloPoMo. A blog post a day. For a month. 'Nuff said. Also a trip to my kid's great-grandparents for Thanksgiving.
December:
Finally, at year's end. We have a new destination , dirty little secrets and a very merry Christmas.
Phew, now I just need to take a nap. Enjoy, all!
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