Friday, October 29, 2010

On Our Own

If your childhood was anything like mine then you remember a couple of things happening. You had foie gras with dinner about once a month, you would go to great lengths to be able to wear a leotard under your school clothes, (by great lengths I mean lying and stealing) and you had a precious few VHS tapes that you watched over and over again. Here are some of mine.

Goonies (I bought this for my kids on DVD when we had to take a road trip, but had to throw it away when Jonah said the 's-word' about thirty times in 10 minutes. After every time I yelled at him to never ever say that naughty word. When he said it for the 29th time I held the DVD in my hand and threatened to break it in half if he said it again. He looked at me in the eyes and said, "okay mom." Then he looked back at the TV. And when he saw that his Wii Mario Bros. guy had died because he was distracted, he said it for the 30th time.)

The Frog Prince (starring Aileen Quinn)

Princess Bride

Indiana Jones


Saturday's Warrior

On Our Own

Now if you haven't see On Our Own, you can just move along, there's nothing to see here.

But however, if this clip strikes a chord with you. Well, then your welcome..... to nominate me for awesomeness.



And after looking around a little on youtube, I'm discovering that the movie Rigoletto was also a bit of a cult classic. I had never even heard of it until high school when, well, I'd rather not discuss it.

Monday, October 25, 2010

One last trip post, this is not a doctored pic.

Well we made it home, but not before spending another couple of crappy hours in Belgium. Did you know that the French tell jokes about Belgian people sorta the same way we used to tell Pollock jokes in the 80's? Those were good days, tell a funny joke without offending anyone because who really knows any Pollocks anyway? It's true though, the French have invented all kinds of un-funny jokes about Les Belges.  

Well I only had to spend a couple hours in Belgium to figure out why that is. 

I'm sorry to say that the only photo I took in Brussels was of this menu.  

If I would have stayed a bit longer, I would have liked to find this fine piece of art.

For real called, the "Mannekin Pis."


Because of a strike,  Pete and I had to figure out the bus, taxi, train, and metro systems so I feel like I know the place pret-tty well. And I can say with some authority that Brussels is the New Jersey of France.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Lesson: Louis XVI was a Weiner and I'm Gonna Give Myself Diabetes


Tartiflette. I tried it in a BYU French class. I taught how to make it when I was a French teacher, and now I've officially eaten it in France, so I'm legit. 


Can't really write a caption of these yummy pics, I'm too busy translating French Jerry Springer for Pete. We've imported the worst parts of our culture. You're welcome France.



And now, here I am in Versailles. I can't remember if the look on my face was to say, "Who in the crap decided it would be a good idea to display Japanese modern art all over Versailles?!" Or was it to say, "Why didn't anyone tell me that when you go to Paris, you are supposed to wear boots or heels and dress coats and mostly all black when you walk around and not really sporty comfortable clothes? I am such a lame nerd."
A Plus.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

It's Official

Je suis vachement francophone.
(It is exactly what it looks like. raw beef with a raw egg.)

Monday, October 18, 2010

À Paris

For the next 6 days I'll be in one of two modes. Either eating, or full. 
This afternoon for a snack, I had, un chocolat chaud, une crème brulée et une baguette avec du camembert.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Mr. Salahi? Was that you?


I hopped in Peter's car and noticed a $50 parking ticket. I looked at the ticket just close enough to notice that the ticket officer's last name was Niazi. Niazi? The name definitely warrants a Simsons laugh. Haa Ha. 

But then wait a minute. What's the make of the vehicle say? Two door Mercedes? One thing our '92 Avalon has never been confused with, is a Mercedes. 

Two options. Either officer Niazi is blind, or some d-bag in a Mercedes, got a parking ticket and thought that we'd be dumb enough to pay it if he stuck it on our car. Good one man. You have to get up prretty early in the morning... because we are dumb. Dumb like foxes!

Thanks to Andy Cohen, I have been able to narrow down my options of who did this. Because in D.C. there have got to be only like 5 or 6 self important luxury car drivers with no moral compass right?

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Cervelo

Hey Fellas. You know how when you ask your wife if something is wrong and she says, "No." That really means that there is definitely something very wrong and you are in huge trouble?

Well, I totally know how that is. Like when Peter says, "I'm not letting you and your stupid iphone get within 50 feet of my new bike......"


I only have one choice.



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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Hoarders

I watched the A&E show Hoarders for the first time last night. The show featured a girl I knew in high school who has become a hoarder. When I first heard she was going to be on the show, I was excited in a voyeuristic way to see someone I knew on reality TV. But you know? I learned a valuable lesson. I don't really want to watch a reality TV show about trash bags being taken out of a house. I prefer the reality shows that film trash bags that fight, lie, drink too much, speak with Jersey accents, pass out roses, wear bikinis, and do stupid things in hot tubs. Oh and the trash bags that wear giant clocks around their necks? I miss that guy. 

  So this show Hoarders, it was sad and I don't think I'll watch it again. But have you ever been on the receiving end of a hoarder? I have. And let me tell you, if you are a poor student, it can be awesome. I had a close family member who was a hoarder and had a very real QVC (home shopping network) addiction. Her hoarding basically furnished our entire apartment. But even after we took all that stuff, there still was no room for us to sleep in her five bedroom house. Every time I helped her clean out her place, I discovered something totally great. One time I found a shelf full of purses. I kept two Dooney and Bourke bags for myself and donated the rest. Then I opened her opened her night stand drawer and found that it was stuffed to the brim with bra extenders-- you know, pieces of fabric for women who are too big to fit any bra. This other time I was seriously cleaning and I opened a dresser drawer and found 37 pairs of navy capris. When I thought she wasn't looking, I threw them out. But I guess she did see though because every single time I saw her for the next nine years, she would glare at me and say, "I still can't find any of my navy capris." I could go on and on but I'm guessing that the stuff I found is only fascinating to me. I had forgotten about our family's hoarder until the other day when I was going through some old pictures and I found something small I took from her house.  It's not much, but I couldn't bring myself to throw it out.


Let's all say it together out loud, "What the.. huh?"

Of course the person that invented the patent pending 'booby bibs' would be named Liz McGee. 
Of course.