Friday, March 31, 2006
Such a Good Cause!!
Hey, y'all! Go donate some moolah to the MS Walk! Click HERE for my friend Annejelynn's page! Every little bit helps! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! Thanks in advance! More from me later...
Thursday, March 30, 2006
If I Were in Charge of the World
I was thinking today about what I would change if I ruled the world. (If I released my army of snakes on a plane, that is.) Here's what I would do...
1. There would be Tony Awards and Ovation Awards for stage managers.
2. Coke would be free.
3. That ass in the White House and the rest of his idiotic family would be banished to Neptune. (It's really cold there, right?)
4. Reality TV would no longer exist. Except for The Osbournes, cause watching Ozzy try to take out the garbage is one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
5. Mayonnaise jars will be 6 inches wide and 3 inches deep.
6. George Lucas would no longer be allowed to direct. Write, sure. Direct, NO!
7. I would no longer work for 1-800-DENTIST. I would spend all my time stage managing for Banshee, in the fabulous theatre we would have.
8. My Auntie would have her own laptop, iPod, and Gameboy.
9. I could fly home to see Possum and Critter whenever I wanted!
10. Jennie could come see me whenever she wanted!
11. I could buy out Disneyland for the day, so I was the ONLY ONE THERE!!!
12. I would travel the world and see all the places I've dreamed and read about.
13. Paris Hilton would be consigned to a cage full of monkeys on Rodeo Drive for my amusement.
14. Clowns would be... I don't know. Something BAD would happen to them!
15. I would reinstate the tradition of afternoon tea.
That's good for now. I'll post others as they come to mind... What would you do?
1. There would be Tony Awards and Ovation Awards for stage managers.
2. Coke would be free.
3. That ass in the White House and the rest of his idiotic family would be banished to Neptune. (It's really cold there, right?)
4. Reality TV would no longer exist. Except for The Osbournes, cause watching Ozzy try to take out the garbage is one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
5. Mayonnaise jars will be 6 inches wide and 3 inches deep.
6. George Lucas would no longer be allowed to direct. Write, sure. Direct, NO!
7. I would no longer work for 1-800-DENTIST. I would spend all my time stage managing for Banshee, in the fabulous theatre we would have.
8. My Auntie would have her own laptop, iPod, and Gameboy.
9. I could fly home to see Possum and Critter whenever I wanted!
10. Jennie could come see me whenever she wanted!
11. I could buy out Disneyland for the day, so I was the ONLY ONE THERE!!!
12. I would travel the world and see all the places I've dreamed and read about.
13. Paris Hilton would be consigned to a cage full of monkeys on Rodeo Drive for my amusement.
14. Clowns would be... I don't know. Something BAD would happen to them!
15. I would reinstate the tradition of afternoon tea.
That's good for now. I'll post others as they come to mind... What would you do?
Tater Tot, Seattle, and Hey!
Debbie has turned me on to a new blog! It's bean's blog and it's wonderful! Anybody who thinks that Pepsi is the "devil's pee," but doesn't want to degrade Satan is cool by me! He also has a bulldog named Tater Tot and a cow named Hey! (With the exclamation point, thank you very much!) So, if you're bored or need something to make you laugh, go take a look!
On the Coke note... Which Soda Would I Be? Naturally...
Mountain Dew?! Like hell!
Happy Thursday!
On the Coke note... Which Soda Would I Be? Naturally...
| You Are Coke |
 A true original and classic, you represent the best of everything you can offer. Just the right amount of sweet, just the right amount of energy... you're the life of the party. Your best soda match: Mountain Dew Stay away from:Dr Pepper |
Mountain Dew?! Like hell!
Happy Thursday!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I Hear They Taste Just Like Chicken
Robyn told me a story, once, about a TV show she saw. It was a series of skits and most of them were bad, but one... One was about a couple who were having dinner. Both were looking bored with the bland meat they were having. The woman said something about how tired of her cooking she was. And the man said,
"Have you ever had muppet?"
At this point in the story, I was laughing pretty hard. First of all, muppet is a funny word! Not weasel funny, but funny. And it got better...
The woman says, "No! How do you catch a muppet?"
He replies, loudly, "You know, I can't seem to remember the difference. Which is near and which is far?"
A little, cute muppet pops up in front of him and says, "Near!"
He jumps on it and we cut to... A tasty dinner. They're thoroughly enjoying their juicy meal, when they hear a pounding from the door. It smashes open to reveal a Sweetums-size muppet who roars, "Far!"
It lasted me at least three days. And in that tone... if I were a muppet, I would be --
"Have you ever had muppet?"
At this point in the story, I was laughing pretty hard. First of all, muppet is a funny word! Not weasel funny, but funny. And it got better...
The woman says, "No! How do you catch a muppet?"
He replies, loudly, "You know, I can't seem to remember the difference. Which is near and which is far?"
A little, cute muppet pops up in front of him and says, "Near!"
He jumps on it and we cut to... A tasty dinner. They're thoroughly enjoying their juicy meal, when they hear a pounding from the door. It smashes open to reveal a Sweetums-size muppet who roars, "Far!"
It lasted me at least three days. And in that tone... if I were a muppet, I would be --
| You Are Animal |
 A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts. You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary. But you sure can beat a good drum. "Kill! Kill!" |
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Monday's Quote
I thought I'd start the tradition of a Monday Quote. Because who really has time for something more on Monday's? I know I don't! I figure it'll be whatever quote pops into my head. Should be interesting. So, here's the first...
"So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding." - Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
"So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding." - Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
Friday, March 24, 2006
Andy's Beautiful Day
I'm coming up on my one year anniversary of seeing U2 in concert and wanted to share a horrifying story from that kick-ass day!
My friend Debbie and I had been looking forward to seeing U2 for ages. We said, "The next time they come, we're GOING!" We kept our word and last year on April 1st, we met at work and drove down to Anaheim and Arrowhead Pond to see the boys.
We got there at about 8 in the morning and set up our lawn chairs to wait for the day. We played games and talked to the fellow U2 nuts. The women at the front of the line had been there since 5pm the night before. And we thought we were crazy! *Side note: I have to add that I missed a performance of the showing I was stage managing, so I could see U2! I wouldn't have missed a show of Mine Eyes Hath Seen for anything less!*
They had set up a row of Andy Gumps for the people waiting in line and, at one point in the morning, I went to answer nature's call. I had my cell phone in my back pocket and pulled it out before I sat down, thinking, "Ew! That would SUCK!" I finished my business, stood up, and heard the rustle of falling cardboard.
I turned around and saw... our tickets. In the potty. I had had them in my back pocket too. Oh, Jesus.
Thank God it was pretty early in the day and there were a few of those paper toilet seat covers on top of the... you know. And our tickets were perched nicely on top of the seat covers. I plucked them out, heaved a HUGE sigh of relief (No pun intended. Really!), and went to tell Debbie.
She laughed and then took the tickets. They were probably safer in her possession.
And U2? They were astonishing! You can see why they're such a good band. And we were CLOSE! Sitting in line all day was SO worth it. Thanks for going with me, Debbie, and for not dropping our tickets down the toilet. You're the best!
My friend Debbie and I had been looking forward to seeing U2 for ages. We said, "The next time they come, we're GOING!" We kept our word and last year on April 1st, we met at work and drove down to Anaheim and Arrowhead Pond to see the boys.
We got there at about 8 in the morning and set up our lawn chairs to wait for the day. We played games and talked to the fellow U2 nuts. The women at the front of the line had been there since 5pm the night before. And we thought we were crazy! *Side note: I have to add that I missed a performance of the showing I was stage managing, so I could see U2! I wouldn't have missed a show of Mine Eyes Hath Seen for anything less!*
They had set up a row of Andy Gumps for the people waiting in line and, at one point in the morning, I went to answer nature's call. I had my cell phone in my back pocket and pulled it out before I sat down, thinking, "Ew! That would SUCK!" I finished my business, stood up, and heard the rustle of falling cardboard.
I turned around and saw... our tickets. In the potty. I had had them in my back pocket too. Oh, Jesus.
Thank God it was pretty early in the day and there were a few of those paper toilet seat covers on top of the... you know. And our tickets were perched nicely on top of the seat covers. I plucked them out, heaved a HUGE sigh of relief (No pun intended. Really!), and went to tell Debbie.
She laughed and then took the tickets. They were probably safer in her possession.
And U2? They were astonishing! You can see why they're such a good band. And we were CLOSE! Sitting in line all day was SO worth it. Thanks for going with me, Debbie, and for not dropping our tickets down the toilet. You're the best!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
A Force of Habit
Yes, when I was little I wanted to be a nun when I grew up. Now, let me say that this had NOTHING to do with faith, devotion, or piety. This was all about singing, dancing, and meeting my Captain Von Trapp. I LOVED The Sound of Music! I wore out my video tape from watching it so much. It was sweet and romantic. Christopher Plummer was so dashing. ("Do you mean to tell me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg dressed in nothing but some old DRAPES?!") Julie Andrews and her voice were perfect. The Nazis were so... forboding.
Of course, I realize now that donning the habit would have been the last way to go about it, but when you're five everything's so much simpler.
Of course, I realize now that donning the habit would have been the last way to go about it, but when you're five everything's so much simpler.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Pixie Picture
I finally figured out how to get my picture up on my profile! It took me long enough! Geez!
My auntie says this picture makes me look "elfin." That's her green shoulder you can see. She was making a goony face in this picture, so I had to cut her out. :) (You know I love you, Puddin'.)
It was taken by a woman named Pixie. No lie. I opted not to put up the one where I was wearing a flower crown. I'm such a stick in the mud.
Three Things
Another post stolen from Annejelynn!
Three nicknames you go by:
Kate
Annie
Mousling
Three screen names you've had:
LadyKatherine
WestWingNut221
Katrina_LeFair
Three physical things you like about yourself:
Lips
Hair
My tattoo
Three parts of your heritage:
Irish
German
French
Three things that scare you:
Snakes
E.T.
Falling
Three things you're wearing now:
My “Vote For Pedro” T-shirt
My beloved Skechers
My geek Lord of the Rings watch
Three of your favorite bands or musical artists:
U2
Jimmy Buffett
Frank Sinatra
Three of your favorite songs:
These are the three most played songs on my iPod…
“Jump in the Line” by Harry Belafonte
“Defying Gravity” from Wicked
“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” by U2
Three things you want in a relationship/lover:
Laughter
Comfort
Passion
Two truths and a lie (which one is a lie?): *Scroll down to the bottom of the post to see the lie...
Pickled beets are the best food on Earth.
I was a member of the Sherlock Holmes Society of London for 5 years.
When I was little, I wanted to be a nun.
Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:
Eyes
Smile
Arms (Go figure.)
Three of your favorite hobbies:
Sewing (Cross stitch)
Reading, of course
Stage managing (I guess that counts.)
Three things you want to do badly right now:
Go pee!
Eat lunch.
Have a Coke. (I’ll try to resist this one.)
Three places you want to go on vacation:
Ireland
England (Always.)
Egypt
Three kids' names you like:
Lily
William
Sophie
Three things you want to do before you die:
Visit the pyramids at Giza.
Hike the Narrows in Zion National Park.
See Jimmy Buffett in concert.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
I love chick flicks!
I love a day at the spa!
Every once in a while, I feel the urge to wear a dress.
Three celebrity crushes:
Viggo Mortensen
Hugh Jackman
George Clooney (Congrats on the Oscar, man!)
*The Lie: I HATE pickled beets! Stay tuned for the nun story...
Three nicknames you go by:
Kate
Annie
Mousling
Three screen names you've had:
LadyKatherine
WestWingNut221
Katrina_LeFair
Three physical things you like about yourself:
Lips
Hair
My tattoo
Three parts of your heritage:
Irish
German
French
Three things that scare you:
Snakes
E.T.
Falling
Three things you're wearing now:
My “Vote For Pedro” T-shirt
My beloved Skechers
My geek Lord of the Rings watch
Three of your favorite bands or musical artists:
U2
Jimmy Buffett
Frank Sinatra
Three of your favorite songs:
These are the three most played songs on my iPod…
“Jump in the Line” by Harry Belafonte
“Defying Gravity” from Wicked
“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” by U2
Three things you want in a relationship/lover:
Laughter
Comfort
Passion
Two truths and a lie (which one is a lie?): *Scroll down to the bottom of the post to see the lie...
Pickled beets are the best food on Earth.
I was a member of the Sherlock Holmes Society of London for 5 years.
When I was little, I wanted to be a nun.
Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:
Eyes
Smile
Arms (Go figure.)
Three of your favorite hobbies:
Sewing (Cross stitch)
Reading, of course
Stage managing (I guess that counts.)
Three things you want to do badly right now:
Go pee!
Eat lunch.
Have a Coke. (I’ll try to resist this one.)
Three places you want to go on vacation:
Ireland
England (Always.)
Egypt
Three kids' names you like:
Lily
William
Sophie
Three things you want to do before you die:
Visit the pyramids at Giza.
Hike the Narrows in Zion National Park.
See Jimmy Buffett in concert.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
I love chick flicks!
I love a day at the spa!
Every once in a while, I feel the urge to wear a dress.
Three celebrity crushes:
Viggo Mortensen
Hugh Jackman
George Clooney (Congrats on the Oscar, man!)
*The Lie: I HATE pickled beets! Stay tuned for the nun story...
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
How Evil Am I?
| You Are 34% Evil |
 A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
MWAAA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Go, Dog! Go!
You know that book Go, Dog! Go by P.D. Eastman? And how they talk about "Dog Parties" where EVERYBODY comes? Well, that's how my genes work. The Johnson family gives you a propensity for setting things on fire, a fairly high pain threshold, and the over-powering need for dog parties. When I have a party, or an outing, ar anything with my friends, I want ALL of them to be there. The more the merrier, but squared! We all thrive on being surrounded by the people we love.
This made Sunday much easier to bare. My show closed after a fabulous six week run and there's always a sense of anti-climax to deal with. Curtain call was done, costumes were shed, friends had gone home, and we were left standing there on the stage. Just the ten of us. You could kind of tell that we were stalling. We had given our hugs and our tokens of thanks and someone said, "Timmy's?"
Timmy Nolan's is our local pub and our "cast hangout," as it were. Almost every Friday and Saturday night you could find us there, drinking, munching on curly fries, and enjoying each other's company. Last night I figured that after the show I would pick up some food, maybe a bottle of wine, and spend my evening watching a good movie. Probably Batman Begins. Nothing too celebratory, but not melancholy either. I was OK with that. When everyone agreed we needed one more trip to Timmy's though, I was thrilled! It was one last Eclipsed dog party!
There are two levels at Timmy's, but the top (where you can actually hear each other) doesn't open until 5pm on Sundays. Well, one of our lovely cast members talked them into letting us go up early. It was kind of nice. They hadn't turned on the lights yet, so it was a bit dim and quiet. And we were all there in the biggest booth, passing stories about the auditions and the first production of Eclipsed eleven years ago. It was a wonderful way to end the run and say goodbye to everyone. (I know I'll stay really close to these women, though. They're marvelous and gorgeous every one of them!)
So, here's to Dog Parties, heart-covered boxers, fake chocolates, accessible keys, and the cast of Eclipsed.
Elvis has left the building...
This made Sunday much easier to bare. My show closed after a fabulous six week run and there's always a sense of anti-climax to deal with. Curtain call was done, costumes were shed, friends had gone home, and we were left standing there on the stage. Just the ten of us. You could kind of tell that we were stalling. We had given our hugs and our tokens of thanks and someone said, "Timmy's?"
Timmy Nolan's is our local pub and our "cast hangout," as it were. Almost every Friday and Saturday night you could find us there, drinking, munching on curly fries, and enjoying each other's company. Last night I figured that after the show I would pick up some food, maybe a bottle of wine, and spend my evening watching a good movie. Probably Batman Begins. Nothing too celebratory, but not melancholy either. I was OK with that. When everyone agreed we needed one more trip to Timmy's though, I was thrilled! It was one last Eclipsed dog party!
There are two levels at Timmy's, but the top (where you can actually hear each other) doesn't open until 5pm on Sundays. Well, one of our lovely cast members talked them into letting us go up early. It was kind of nice. They hadn't turned on the lights yet, so it was a bit dim and quiet. And we were all there in the biggest booth, passing stories about the auditions and the first production of Eclipsed eleven years ago. It was a wonderful way to end the run and say goodbye to everyone. (I know I'll stay really close to these women, though. They're marvelous and gorgeous every one of them!)
So, here's to Dog Parties, heart-covered boxers, fake chocolates, accessible keys, and the cast of Eclipsed.
Elvis has left the building...
Friday, March 17, 2006
Erin Go Bragh!
I love being Irish on St. Patrick's Day! I'll have to have a Harp tonight to make it official! My sweet Mum just sent me this and I HAD to share!
May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance,
and never find frogs in your underpants.
Kick-ass, huh?! I have to asy that it reminds me of some Jimmy Buffett lyrics from "What if the Hokey Pokey is Really What It's All About?"
What if life is just a cosmic joke?
Like spiders in your under-wear or olives in your Coke.
My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun,
So I arm myself with punchlines and a giant water gun.
It's the under-wear line that really links them. And I love the ickiness of olives in my Coke... *Shudder*
And since it's St. Patrick's Day, I have a perfect excuse to post this...
And this too!
Pretty cool! Anyway, Happy St. Patty's to y'all!
May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance,
and never find frogs in your underpants.
Kick-ass, huh?! I have to asy that it reminds me of some Jimmy Buffett lyrics from "What if the Hokey Pokey is Really What It's All About?"
What if life is just a cosmic joke?
Like spiders in your under-wear or olives in your Coke.
My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun,
So I arm myself with punchlines and a giant water gun.
It's the under-wear line that really links them. And I love the ickiness of olives in my Coke... *Shudder*
And since it's St. Patrick's Day, I have a perfect excuse to post this...
| You're 65% Irish |
 You're very Irish, and most likely from Ireland. (And if you're not, you should be!) |
And this too!
| You Are Guinness |
 You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around. |
Pretty cool! Anyway, Happy St. Patty's to y'all!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
The Happiest Place on Earth! Really!
It’s no joke when they say that Disneyland is the “happiest place on Earth.” Living in Southern California, as I do, it’s really easy to nip down to D-land for the day. Part of what I love about it is the people watching. The little girls in their princess costumes, the little boys with their swords and pirate hats. Then again, part of what I hate about it is the people watching. The long lines, the mobs of teenagers, the strollers.
Disneyland is one thing when you’re with a huge group of family, but I prefer to go by my lonesome. I can ride Space Mountain ten times in a row and no one gripes about how they’re gonna barf. Nobody has to pee every five minutes. I can have clam chowder for breakfast and lunch and one of those Mickey ice cream sandwiches for dinner. I can drink as much Coke as I want! I can run back and forth between Indiana Jones and Splash Mountain. I can wait until dark to ride Big Thunder Mountain and the Matterhorn. I can make fun of that dude that does the voice over for the Matterhorn! Hee hee! I don’t have to go on Small World, the Tiki room, or the Autopia (which stops being fun after you can drive a real car!).
One of the best rides is actually at California Adventure. It’s called California Screamin’ and is a kick-ass roller coaster! The best part is that it starts at a dead stop and then accelerates you REALLY FAST! Then you go up the big hill and on your way. You can’t help but scream your head off. The first time I went on it, I couldn’t stop laughing. That kind of therapeutic laughter that purges all the stress out of your system. It was wonderful!
My favorite part of the Disneyland “experience” is Fantasmic. Now, I can try to explain it, but I won’t do it justice. It’s a “show,” but that makes it sound cheesy. It’s on an island. There are rafts, fireworks, a gigantic dragon, a pirate ship, and every character you can imagine. There’s also animation, but they project it onto fans of water out in the middle of the river. It’s supremely cool is what it is. You tell people that you want to see it and that you have to sit down hours in advance to get a good seat. They grumble and moan about how they could be riding Haunted Mansion instead of having their butts going numb. But after they see it… they understand.
Some Disneyland BESTS…
BEST food: The Clam Chowder anywhere in New Orleans Square
BEST bathrooms: By the parking structure and at the end of Space Mountain
WORST: Any in Fantasyland
BEST place to rest when it’s hot: The Animation building in California Adventure. They have awesome projections on the walls of early sketches and final clips. You can also put your voice into some of the scenes from the movies. Jennie and I were Scar and Simba from Lion King. Very funny!
BEST portable food: Bengal Barbecue. And it always smells SO good!
BEST ride to Fast Pass: Splash Mountain! You skip SO much of the line!
BEST snack: Those BIG-ASS dill pickles! Drool!
BEST ride to go on when you’re punchy: Buzz Lightyear. Although, I have to admit that I’ve only been on this ride when I was punchy…
Clothing from Disneyland lasts forever! And only gets softer the more you wash it. Those mylar balloons last a really long time too. I hear the Mickey head balloons last even longer.
I tend to trust their renovations. After all, they REALLY improved Space Mountain (in my opinion). So, I’m not worried about what they’ll do to Pirates of the Caribbean. (I hear they’re adding Captain Jack Sparrow in time for the release of the new movie. Let’s think… That can’t be bad. Can they add Orlando Bloom too? Please? For me?) I haven’t been on the new Monsters, Inc. ride yet, but I love Mike, Sulley, and Boo. (“Kitty!”)
Going to Disneyland turns me into a kid again. I become a 5’3” five year old. Wide-eyed and jazzed! I want to have my picture taken with Mickey and go on EVERY RIDE! (Except for Mr. Toad. Did you know that he goes to HELL?!?! Can they DO that at Disneyland?! Send you to hell?!?!) I want to close the park down and spend the next day convalescing in bed. I want to go home hoarse and with sore feet! I want a light-up rose, a souvenir coffee cup, and a pouch of plastic jewels! I want mouse ears with my name embroidered on the back! And at Christmas time… they make it SNOW! In ANAHEIM!
You’ve got to love it! It’s Disneyland!
Disneyland is one thing when you’re with a huge group of family, but I prefer to go by my lonesome. I can ride Space Mountain ten times in a row and no one gripes about how they’re gonna barf. Nobody has to pee every five minutes. I can have clam chowder for breakfast and lunch and one of those Mickey ice cream sandwiches for dinner. I can drink as much Coke as I want! I can run back and forth between Indiana Jones and Splash Mountain. I can wait until dark to ride Big Thunder Mountain and the Matterhorn. I can make fun of that dude that does the voice over for the Matterhorn! Hee hee! I don’t have to go on Small World, the Tiki room, or the Autopia (which stops being fun after you can drive a real car!).
One of the best rides is actually at California Adventure. It’s called California Screamin’ and is a kick-ass roller coaster! The best part is that it starts at a dead stop and then accelerates you REALLY FAST! Then you go up the big hill and on your way. You can’t help but scream your head off. The first time I went on it, I couldn’t stop laughing. That kind of therapeutic laughter that purges all the stress out of your system. It was wonderful!
My favorite part of the Disneyland “experience” is Fantasmic. Now, I can try to explain it, but I won’t do it justice. It’s a “show,” but that makes it sound cheesy. It’s on an island. There are rafts, fireworks, a gigantic dragon, a pirate ship, and every character you can imagine. There’s also animation, but they project it onto fans of water out in the middle of the river. It’s supremely cool is what it is. You tell people that you want to see it and that you have to sit down hours in advance to get a good seat. They grumble and moan about how they could be riding Haunted Mansion instead of having their butts going numb. But after they see it… they understand.
Some Disneyland BESTS…
BEST food: The Clam Chowder anywhere in New Orleans Square
BEST bathrooms: By the parking structure and at the end of Space Mountain
WORST: Any in Fantasyland
BEST place to rest when it’s hot: The Animation building in California Adventure. They have awesome projections on the walls of early sketches and final clips. You can also put your voice into some of the scenes from the movies. Jennie and I were Scar and Simba from Lion King. Very funny!
BEST portable food: Bengal Barbecue. And it always smells SO good!
BEST ride to Fast Pass: Splash Mountain! You skip SO much of the line!
BEST snack: Those BIG-ASS dill pickles! Drool!
BEST ride to go on when you’re punchy: Buzz Lightyear. Although, I have to admit that I’ve only been on this ride when I was punchy…
Clothing from Disneyland lasts forever! And only gets softer the more you wash it. Those mylar balloons last a really long time too. I hear the Mickey head balloons last even longer.
I tend to trust their renovations. After all, they REALLY improved Space Mountain (in my opinion). So, I’m not worried about what they’ll do to Pirates of the Caribbean. (I hear they’re adding Captain Jack Sparrow in time for the release of the new movie. Let’s think… That can’t be bad. Can they add Orlando Bloom too? Please? For me?) I haven’t been on the new Monsters, Inc. ride yet, but I love Mike, Sulley, and Boo. (“Kitty!”)
Going to Disneyland turns me into a kid again. I become a 5’3” five year old. Wide-eyed and jazzed! I want to have my picture taken with Mickey and go on EVERY RIDE! (Except for Mr. Toad. Did you know that he goes to HELL?!?! Can they DO that at Disneyland?! Send you to hell?!?!) I want to close the park down and spend the next day convalescing in bed. I want to go home hoarse and with sore feet! I want a light-up rose, a souvenir coffee cup, and a pouch of plastic jewels! I want mouse ears with my name embroidered on the back! And at Christmas time… they make it SNOW! In ANAHEIM!
You’ve got to love it! It’s Disneyland!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
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Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
55 Trivial Things About Me
I’ve stolen today’s blog from Annejelynn and made it my own!
1. Your name spelled backwards. - enirehtaK
2. Where were your parents born? - Ogden, Utah (mum) and Northern California, I can’t remember exactly where (daddy).
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? – Moonlight Serenade by the Glen Miller orchestra.
4. What's your favorite restaurant? – At the moment, the Macaroni Grill. Their chicken scallopine, a glass of chianti, and their lemon passion thingy.
5. Last time you swam in a pool? – Last Labor Day weekend, I think.
6. Have you ever been in a school play? – Good Lord, yes. A jillion in elementary school. I was Grumpy in Snow White and Pinocchio, most notably.
7. How many kids do you want? – Tough question. Right now, none. Maybe one, in the future, with the right guy.
8. Type of music you dislike most? - Rap
9. Are you registered to vote? – Absolutely! And one of these days, I’ll actually vote for someone who will win!
10. Do you have cable? – No, but if I could JUST get Comedy Central and maybe the History Channel, ooh and A&E that would be perfect.
11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? – Nope.
12. Ever prank call anybody? – Oh, many times!
13. Ever get a parking ticket? – Two, I think.
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? – Hell, no!
15. Furthest place you ever traveled? – I think Germany would be the furthest.
16. Do you have a garden? – Nope, I’d just kill it.
17. What's your favorite comic strip? – Get Fuzzy! Bucky Katt kicks ASS!
18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? – Of course!
19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? – Shower. Morning. Unless I’m pampering myself. Then, definitely bath.
20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? – Porco Rosso. Amazing!
21. Favorite pizza topping? – Pepperoni and black olives.
22. Chips or popcorn? – Chips, all the way!
23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? - Revlon’s Rose Velvet
24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? - What the hell does this mean?
25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? – Ew! No! (No offense to Amanda!)
26. Orange Juice or apple? – If I HAD to pick, I’d go with apple.
27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? – The cast of my show at Timmy Nolan’s.
28. Favorite type chocolate bar? – Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!
29. When was the last time you voted at the polls? - November 2005
30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? – Summer ’04, the last time I lived somewhere with a garden and tomato plants.
31. Have you ever won a trophy? – In highschool. For taking choir for six years.
32. Are you a good cook?- If I actually cook, yes.
33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? – Umm… yeah!
34. Ever order an item from an infomercial? - No.
35. Sprite or 7-up? – Ick! Neither! Ask me Coke or Pepsi and then we can talk.
36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? – Thank God, no!
37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? – Saline solution.
38. Ever throw up in public?- Oh, God, yes. I can never show my face at the Gordon Birsch in Burbank again!
39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? - True love.
40. Do you believe in love at first sight? – I believe in something at first sight.
41. Ever call a 1-900 number? - No.
42. Can ex's be friends? – Absolutely. I’ve seen proof!
43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? – GM, I think. Years ago.
44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? – I have no idea, actually.
45. What message is on your answering machine? - "Quincy, you leave the message!" Followed by yowls, howls, growls, and general pissed off noises from said cat. *Note: No animals were harmed in the taping of our message!
46. What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? – I hate to admit it, but I’ve never seen an episode of SNL! I’m culturally illiterate!
47. What was the name of your first pet? – Max, the handsome orange kitty.
48. What is in your purse? – When I’m doing a show, I switch over to a back pack. It has my script, pens, pencils, little first aid kit, highlighters, post its, paperclips, gum, white out, erasers, scissors, pencil sharpener, a couple of books, a hole punch, chap stick, lip stick, cell phone, keys to the theatre, car keys, my iPod, a ruler, and (at the moment) a doorknob.
49. Favorite thing to do before bedtime? – Read, listen to my iPod, take a hot bath.
50. Favorite Girl Scout cookie? – THIN MINTS! In the freezer!
51. Favorite grade school teacher: I can’t remember anyone who stands out that much.
52. Favorite grade school playground equipment: The swings!
53. Favorite grade school subject: Literature
54. Most hated grade school subject: Math
55. What is one thing you are grateful for today? – Good friends.
1. Your name spelled backwards. - enirehtaK
2. Where were your parents born? - Ogden, Utah (mum) and Northern California, I can’t remember exactly where (daddy).
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? – Moonlight Serenade by the Glen Miller orchestra.
4. What's your favorite restaurant? – At the moment, the Macaroni Grill. Their chicken scallopine, a glass of chianti, and their lemon passion thingy.
5. Last time you swam in a pool? – Last Labor Day weekend, I think.
6. Have you ever been in a school play? – Good Lord, yes. A jillion in elementary school. I was Grumpy in Snow White and Pinocchio, most notably.
7. How many kids do you want? – Tough question. Right now, none. Maybe one, in the future, with the right guy.
8. Type of music you dislike most? - Rap
9. Are you registered to vote? – Absolutely! And one of these days, I’ll actually vote for someone who will win!
10. Do you have cable? – No, but if I could JUST get Comedy Central and maybe the History Channel, ooh and A&E that would be perfect.
11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? – Nope.
12. Ever prank call anybody? – Oh, many times!
13. Ever get a parking ticket? – Two, I think.
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? – Hell, no!
15. Furthest place you ever traveled? – I think Germany would be the furthest.
16. Do you have a garden? – Nope, I’d just kill it.
17. What's your favorite comic strip? – Get Fuzzy! Bucky Katt kicks ASS!
18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? – Of course!
19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? – Shower. Morning. Unless I’m pampering myself. Then, definitely bath.
20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? – Porco Rosso. Amazing!
21. Favorite pizza topping? – Pepperoni and black olives.
22. Chips or popcorn? – Chips, all the way!
23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? - Revlon’s Rose Velvet
24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? - What the hell does this mean?
25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? – Ew! No! (No offense to Amanda!)
26. Orange Juice or apple? – If I HAD to pick, I’d go with apple.
27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? – The cast of my show at Timmy Nolan’s.
28. Favorite type chocolate bar? – Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!
29. When was the last time you voted at the polls? - November 2005
30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? – Summer ’04, the last time I lived somewhere with a garden and tomato plants.
31. Have you ever won a trophy? – In highschool. For taking choir for six years.
32. Are you a good cook?- If I actually cook, yes.
33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? – Umm… yeah!
34. Ever order an item from an infomercial? - No.
35. Sprite or 7-up? – Ick! Neither! Ask me Coke or Pepsi and then we can talk.
36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? – Thank God, no!
37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? – Saline solution.
38. Ever throw up in public?- Oh, God, yes. I can never show my face at the Gordon Birsch in Burbank again!
39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? - True love.
40. Do you believe in love at first sight? – I believe in something at first sight.
41. Ever call a 1-900 number? - No.
42. Can ex's be friends? – Absolutely. I’ve seen proof!
43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? – GM, I think. Years ago.
44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? – I have no idea, actually.
45. What message is on your answering machine? - "Quincy, you leave the message!" Followed by yowls, howls, growls, and general pissed off noises from said cat. *Note: No animals were harmed in the taping of our message!
46. What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? – I hate to admit it, but I’ve never seen an episode of SNL! I’m culturally illiterate!
47. What was the name of your first pet? – Max, the handsome orange kitty.
48. What is in your purse? – When I’m doing a show, I switch over to a back pack. It has my script, pens, pencils, little first aid kit, highlighters, post its, paperclips, gum, white out, erasers, scissors, pencil sharpener, a couple of books, a hole punch, chap stick, lip stick, cell phone, keys to the theatre, car keys, my iPod, a ruler, and (at the moment) a doorknob.
49. Favorite thing to do before bedtime? – Read, listen to my iPod, take a hot bath.
50. Favorite Girl Scout cookie? – THIN MINTS! In the freezer!
51. Favorite grade school teacher: I can’t remember anyone who stands out that much.
52. Favorite grade school playground equipment: The swings!
53. Favorite grade school subject: Literature
54. Most hated grade school subject: Math
55. What is one thing you are grateful for today? – Good friends.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Me and Gene Kelly
I reverted to the age of five yesterday. It only lasted for a couple of minutes, but it was damned fun. I was performing the mundane task of taking out the garbage/recycling. It was “misting” outside. Nothing as substantial as “rain.” I had rolled up my jeans to keep them from trailing in the wet. The driveway between our buildings catches the water nicely and on my way back inside, I felt inspired to jump.
I’m out there skipping and jumping, trying to see how high I can splash, giggling insanely to myself, and one of my neighbors comes out. I was like a deer caught in headlights. A twenty-six year old woman, jeans rolled up to her knees, recycling bin in her hand, splashing in a puddle in the driveway. He just smiled at me and went to get in his car. I smiled back and hummed “Singin’ in the Rain” as I went back to cleaning.
“I’m dancin’ and singin’ in the rain…”
I’m out there skipping and jumping, trying to see how high I can splash, giggling insanely to myself, and one of my neighbors comes out. I was like a deer caught in headlights. A twenty-six year old woman, jeans rolled up to her knees, recycling bin in her hand, splashing in a puddle in the driveway. He just smiled at me and went to get in his car. I smiled back and hummed “Singin’ in the Rain” as I went back to cleaning.
“I’m dancin’ and singin’ in the rain…”
Friday, March 03, 2006
Put on your pants, America...
...It's time for a word about The Colbert Report! I'd watch Stephen Colbert read the phonebook! I'd get cable JUST to watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. And he's a Lord of the Rings fan!
Anyway, I found this on the website for The Colbert Report today and I just had to share!
"Not familiar with the Jersey Smell? Start your car, then lie under it with your half-eaten goat." - Stephen Colbert (Naturally!)
And I love the whole "Threatdown" thing with bears!
And just for the record, "It's French, bitch."
Anyway, I found this on the website for The Colbert Report today and I just had to share!
"Not familiar with the Jersey Smell? Start your car, then lie under it with your half-eaten goat." - Stephen Colbert (Naturally!)
And I love the whole "Threatdown" thing with bears!
And just for the record, "It's French, bitch."
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Don't Breathe Too Deeply
Do you remember in My Big Fat Greek Wedding how her father thinks everything can be cured with Windex? Well, my family has something similar, but we prefer a highly flammable substance. Starter fluid. Those cans of starting ether that you get at Pep Boys. Well, Grandfather uses it for just about everything.
It can get ink out of the inside of the dryer. It can get Sharpie off of a gift bag. It can get Silly Putty out of cloth. It can get the goo from a price tag off of anything. And it can get tar off my ass. These are the exotic uses of starter fluid, but what we usually used it for was cleaning generators. It cuts through grease like nothing you’ve ever seen. Back to the tar-on-my-ass story, though…
Grandfather had an old building in Ogden that we always called “The Plant.” Come to think of it, I have no idea why. Maybe I’ll ask him. We were working there one day, tarring the roof. Roll out the tar paper, tar the seams, squish the fiber tape into the tar, and put a final coat of tar on top of the tape. I was working away, counting the hours until lunchtime, trying to keep the sweat from running into my eyes, and I hear, “Kate?”
I stood up and peaked over at GF. He was up to his armpits in the roof. There were some weak spots and he had fallen through one. There was a shelf of lawn mowers in the room below that had, thankfully, kept him from going all the way.
Not sure of what the hell to do, and wondering how I’d tell Grandmother if something horrendous happened, I said, “Yeah?”
He held out one hand to stop me and said, “Don’t come any closer. Just stand there until I get out.”
Not seeing how this was useful at all, I did as he bid. There were some anxious moments as he hauled himself out of the hole, but he made it. We both examined the gap when he was on solid ground again and marveled that he was in one piece.
While that’s an amusing anecdote, it has nothing to do with starter fluid, you say. True. But I’m getting there. While I had been tarring said roof, I had accidentally sat in some tar. I was wearing a really crappy pair of jeans, so I couldn’t have cared less. Grandfather only cared because of what my mom might say and the fact that I had to ride home in his Lincoln Continental. (That car was insane. It was HUGE and cantaloupe colored. We called it the Pimpmobile.) So, I wouldn’t get tar on his precious seats, he had me sit on a plastic grocery bag. Being that it was tar on my pants, the bag stuck to it. Sexy.
Back at the house, he stuck a rag down my pants, sprayed my ass with starter fluid, and started scrubbing away. There was a dark spot there, ever after, but most of it came out. It’s become a long-standing joke now. My roommate makes starter fluid jokes. I should ask Rebecca to post her story about using starter fluid to get the BO out of a stinky costume she had.
Beware the fumes.
It can get ink out of the inside of the dryer. It can get Sharpie off of a gift bag. It can get Silly Putty out of cloth. It can get the goo from a price tag off of anything. And it can get tar off my ass. These are the exotic uses of starter fluid, but what we usually used it for was cleaning generators. It cuts through grease like nothing you’ve ever seen. Back to the tar-on-my-ass story, though…
Grandfather had an old building in Ogden that we always called “The Plant.” Come to think of it, I have no idea why. Maybe I’ll ask him. We were working there one day, tarring the roof. Roll out the tar paper, tar the seams, squish the fiber tape into the tar, and put a final coat of tar on top of the tape. I was working away, counting the hours until lunchtime, trying to keep the sweat from running into my eyes, and I hear, “Kate?”
I stood up and peaked over at GF. He was up to his armpits in the roof. There were some weak spots and he had fallen through one. There was a shelf of lawn mowers in the room below that had, thankfully, kept him from going all the way.
Not sure of what the hell to do, and wondering how I’d tell Grandmother if something horrendous happened, I said, “Yeah?”
He held out one hand to stop me and said, “Don’t come any closer. Just stand there until I get out.”
Not seeing how this was useful at all, I did as he bid. There were some anxious moments as he hauled himself out of the hole, but he made it. We both examined the gap when he was on solid ground again and marveled that he was in one piece.
While that’s an amusing anecdote, it has nothing to do with starter fluid, you say. True. But I’m getting there. While I had been tarring said roof, I had accidentally sat in some tar. I was wearing a really crappy pair of jeans, so I couldn’t have cared less. Grandfather only cared because of what my mom might say and the fact that I had to ride home in his Lincoln Continental. (That car was insane. It was HUGE and cantaloupe colored. We called it the Pimpmobile.) So, I wouldn’t get tar on his precious seats, he had me sit on a plastic grocery bag. Being that it was tar on my pants, the bag stuck to it. Sexy.
Back at the house, he stuck a rag down my pants, sprayed my ass with starter fluid, and started scrubbing away. There was a dark spot there, ever after, but most of it came out. It’s become a long-standing joke now. My roommate makes starter fluid jokes. I should ask Rebecca to post her story about using starter fluid to get the BO out of a stinky costume she had.
Beware the fumes.
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