If you spend more than 30 minutes in my house, you will likely hear someone randomly bust out the following song:
Yesterday, my brother Tim texted and then followed up with a phone call so he could tell me to watch the trailer for Ted. It was probably the best thing I did yesterday (other than watch the live episode of 30 Rock - BANJO!).
This week, like a good unemployed girl, I applied for three jobs. Two of them are in Birmingham. One of them is in New Orleans. I'll be honest. New Orleans has now replaced George Clooney in my very rich fantasy life. I think we could be very happy together.
Speaking of George and people who live in New Orleans, here's something random I found online:
The Nerds Gather at Midnight
That boy knows I can't resist a chance to nerd out with him. But I also know that I can barely stay up to see a 10 PM showing of a movie.
Random question: Why does the Hulk always have to look so stupid in these movies? What was wrong with having a Hulk who looks somewhat realistic? Yes, yes, turning green and roidy when you're angry isn't realistic in the first place, but whatever. I don't think he has to be 15 feet tall, for Pete's sake. He's not the Jolly Green Giant.
Also, Scarlett Johansson gets on my nerves. I can't really pinpoint why.
Things That Are Natural (and things that are not)
Today, I chaperoned a field trip to the zoo for Kate's school. Chaperoning middle school girls is like herding cats. We had a great time, although there was an awkward moment at the elephant exhibit when the girls spotted the male elephant.
One of the girls yelled: "Put some pants on that thing!"
While on this field trip, I made this random observation:
None of the 6th grade girls on the field trip had bright blonde hair, yet 95 percent of the mothers did.
A friend sent me a link to a blog post titled "Cursing: An Editorial Style Guide." It's fantastic. My friend also wrote, "You're a great cusser." And it's true. I really am. And I'm always looking for new ways to throw a bad word into the conversation.
Jacob said, "I've got to remember that. I wish I wasn't too young to curse."
First of all, isn't it adorable that he believes me when I tell him he can't use curse words? And secondly, isn't it adorable that I believe he doesn't ever use curse words?
Anyway, we have both tucked away for future use this phrase that Rev. Lovejoy said to his wife, Helen, when she said, "Yes, to argue you have to actually talk to each other.":
"Way to bitch up the conversation, Helen."