The Karate Kid (1984 version) was on the other day. Naturally I had to drop every vital thing in my life at that moment and watch the entire thing...(like duuuh!) My husband and I both agreed that this was one of the best movie scenes of all time...
Oh, and here's a little factoid for you movie buffs. Did you know that Ralph Macchio (or however you spell it), a.k.a "Danielson" was actually 23 YEARS OLD when he played this character?! My goodness but he looks 14.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Scenes From A Car Rally
Here's the thing with car rally's...they are totally fun to go to on a lazy Sunday. You will also want to buy a car...and you will decide that whatever rally's car's you are seeing...they are now your favorite.
...and here's my favorite...
I could live by the river and sell jewelry by the roadside.
...and here's my favorite...
I could live by the river and sell jewelry by the roadside.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ginger is always sincere...
This song has been stuck in my head for minutes upon minutes upon days....
...which of course means that I have been thinking about the circus...Do you not have a "circus story"? For I am sure that everyone has a "circus story".
If you do not have a circus story, my only conclusion can be that you have never been to the circus.
Which means that you are only about 97.6% human or American. I haven't figured that out yet.
Either way my circus story is short, and rather stupid. I was 17...or 18. Honestly I smoked a lot of pot and really couldn't tell you date for date what went on between 97 and 99, but it was hella fun right?
My sister was turning 11 or 13 and my mom had told her and her tweener friends they could go to the circus. Not realizing that this meant living in hell for 3 hours she crafted up a devilish scheme...
"Dearest Disaster, my most wonderful child, most beautiful and oldest daughter....would you please take your younger sister and her friends to the circus. It would be the best birthday present a sister could give AND (the wicked AND) I will pay for you AND a friend."
...who could resist free circus tickets...I mean really?
My cool little hippie friend, me and three tweeners bopped on down to Barnum and Baily's...or was it Shriners ?
Do you know what listening to three almost teenagers sounds like during a circus? Like maybe banshees and wolverines plus...what animal chatters? Because there was some chattering to be had fo' sho. We made sure to keep them on a constant sugar high of cotton candy and ice cream. I also managed to spend almost all of my Target paycheck (I'm sure I can delve into that suck hole another time) on plastic jewelry and other assorted carny crap.
...and that was the day I became the best sister ever. *insert live angel chorus*
Op! This was a circus story not a story of heroism...I beg your pardon...
Directly after the circus I managed to hobble on my peg legs to my boyfriends house where I chugged a beer in 30 seconds, then preceeded to puke it up 45 seconds later.
For entertainment after the 2 min drunk/puke/hangover we put the clown nose on the blind cock-a-poo and shoved it in the couch crack upside down, because that's entertainment right there!
...and now, that is my circus story.
"I think it's perfectly clear we're in the wrong baaaaaaaand. Ginger is always sincere, just not to one maaaaaaaannnnnnn."
...which of course means that I have been thinking about the circus...Do you not have a "circus story"? For I am sure that everyone has a "circus story".
If you do not have a circus story, my only conclusion can be that you have never been to the circus.
Which means that you are only about 97.6% human or American. I haven't figured that out yet.
Either way my circus story is short, and rather stupid. I was 17...or 18. Honestly I smoked a lot of pot and really couldn't tell you date for date what went on between 97 and 99, but it was hella fun right?
My sister was turning 11 or 13 and my mom had told her and her tweener friends they could go to the circus. Not realizing that this meant living in hell for 3 hours she crafted up a devilish scheme...
"Dearest Disaster, my most wonderful child, most beautiful and oldest daughter....would you please take your younger sister and her friends to the circus. It would be the best birthday present a sister could give AND (the wicked AND) I will pay for you AND a friend."
...who could resist free circus tickets...I mean really?
My cool little hippie friend, me and three tweeners bopped on down to Barnum and Baily's...or was it Shriners ?
Do you know what listening to three almost teenagers sounds like during a circus? Like maybe banshees and wolverines plus...what animal chatters? Because there was some chattering to be had fo' sho. We made sure to keep them on a constant sugar high of cotton candy and ice cream. I also managed to spend almost all of my Target paycheck (I'm sure I can delve into that suck hole another time) on plastic jewelry and other assorted carny crap.
...and that was the day I became the best sister ever. *insert live angel chorus*
Op! This was a circus story not a story of heroism...I beg your pardon...
Directly after the circus I managed to hobble on my peg legs to my boyfriends house where I chugged a beer in 30 seconds, then preceeded to puke it up 45 seconds later.
For entertainment after the 2 min drunk/puke/hangover we put the clown nose on the blind cock-a-poo and shoved it in the couch crack upside down, because that's entertainment right there!
...and now, that is my circus story.
"I think it's perfectly clear we're in the wrong baaaaaaaand. Ginger is always sincere, just not to one maaaaaaaannnnnnn."
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