Non-Running blog
Yes, I know... my blogging has been a bit running-centric lately. Sorry about that. It's just that the running passion is back, so that's been my focus lately. Well, I promise you that today's blog will be run-free. Well, mostly.
Yesterday was one of those "harsh realization" days. Admittedly, I've been slacking a bit in all aspects of my life lately. I realized that I need to seriously regain my focus on my health. I also realized that I need to be better at keeping in touch with my friends. Finally, I had the harsh realization that I'm turning into my parents. Not specifically one over the other, but both of them at the same time. Oh man, help me.
Proof that I'm turning into my father: I can't believe I'm telling you this, but since I decided to get super healthy again, we went shopping at SAM's. Yes, I know for the most part that store is on the evil side, but when you want mass quantities of health food, it's a pretty good deal, so cut me some slack. Well, while I was at SAM's, I bought... uh... hmm... well... I bought slacks. Yes, I bought slacks at SAM's. Proof that I'm turning into my father. *hangs head in shame*
Proof that I'm turning into my mother: Although I RARELY watch television, I heard that CBS was airing a movie last night called "Riding the Bus with My Sister". It starred Rosie O'Donnell as a mentally handicapped person, and basically was the story of her sister (Andi McDowell) coming to terms it. For those of you who don't know me personally, let me explain a few things.
1. My mother works with the mentally handicapped, so I grew up with a heavy influence of mentally handicapped people, almost as a part of the family.
2. I'm not terribly emotional. Before this past year, I probably cried a total of 10 times in my 33 year life. And that's being generous. I'm not dead on the inside, I'm just very much in control of my emotions. Plus, I'm the youngest of 8 Iowa farm boys. Boys don't cry.
So I'm watching this movie last night, which I must admit, wasn't even that acted all that well... but I'm bawling my head off for the entire two hours. To make matters worse, it was a "Hallmark Hall of Fame" movie, so the only time they interrupted the movie was roughly every fifteen minutes for... you guessed it... A SAPPY HALLMARK COMMERCIAL! That just made me cry more! Argh.
So last night while you all were watching Desperate Housewives, I was sitting at home crying like a desperate housewife. Oh man. Well, there you have it. I'm off to pay bills.
posted by Mateo @ 8:39 AM
6 Comments:
I flipped to that movie for half a minute during a comercial break from Desperate Wives and then went back to watch the Wives where there was no crying just crazy mixed up soap opera relationships. I laughed at all the troubles each of the ladies seems to have gotten themselves in.
I have seen hubby cry during a couple of movies, but when confronted he will deny it!
holy cow! i am with you on the crying at hallmark commercials. before my dad died, he and i would be watching TV and a hallmark commercial would come on. i'd look at him, he'd look at me, both of us would look away. we never spoke of it. just that we were both sitting there like teenage girls, tears silently running down our faces. oh GOD! i would have cried at rosie too. next time, let me know and i will come and cry with you!
Enjoying the blog! Does that make me a voyeur?
I snuck a peek at the Hallmark movie but I could not take Rosie's interpretation of a mentally challenged person. Who put her in that role? Are we that hard up for talented actors? It was too brutal to watch.
If you want a weekly dose of cry therapy, watch the Extreme Home Makeover show. We bawl every week and curse the show:0)
Dude. And I never say dude, but, Dude. You did not cry at Rosie O'Donnell: "I don't wanna eat vegabuls!"
I almost took a shotgun to my TV after watching 5 minutes of it.
But here's the bigger issue: I've been thinking about some more hair options for you. What if you did something weird with your facial hair? I'm thinking something like sideburns that turn into a mustache, or maybe an Amish beard/no mustache combo. You'd have to wear them for at least a month (in lieu of shaved head/mohawk). I still prefer blue mohawk, but just wanted to toss out a few add'l options. Discuss.
Jenny, although you bring up some very interesting and creative ideas for hair, basically you're tring to get me to look sillier than I did when we travelled Germany together. ICH CAN NICHT SHAVEN DAS FACEN DER STUPIDEN!!! Translation: you're going to give my mother a heart attack...
Actually, as I recall Germany, it was more like, "NEIN MIT DA JAGERMEISTER IN DA BURGER-KINGEN!! STUPIDEN AMERIKANSKENS!!"
But my concern for your mother's health forces me to retract my earlier suggestions. Shaved head, it is.
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