I've seen him live once before, thanks to Dr. Karen. I laughed so hard, I'm pretty sure I needed some kind of medication or surgery after. Seriously hilarious. And always clean! (Thank heaven for truly talented comedians who don't let the nasty drag them down...)
Off to enjoy it again this weekend at Trolley Square! R Hamilton, you rock.
Wish I could find more clips of him online...this bit is funny, but he has stuff that would make you require Depends...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Semi-redemption
So, I have to come right out and say it....last week's Madonna homage did not sit well. It had it's high points, but the other load of crap almost turned me away for good. LUCKILY, this week's episode was so much better. Not necessarily on par with the greatness of the first 14, but at least it had the potential to restore my faith in this hilarious comedy with SPECTACULAR music.
Here's hoping it remains a good show...
Here's hoping it remains a good show...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Close Encounters of the 2nd Kind...
Oh gracious. This happened a while ago, but I decided it needed to be shared anyway. And yes, the names are still changed.
So, Hilda and I went back to the temple again last Thursday to continue our weekly trips for Inits. Love it! The problem? Attending the temple on a weekly basis means you see the same shift of temple workers each time...even if you really don't want to...
There we were sitting patiently in the Init waiting room. It was so stinkin busy, Hilda and I couldn't even sit near one another...we were practically at opposite ends of the room. My choice spot for ruminating for the 45 minute wait was positioned neatly next to the garbage can. (Yes, this detail becomes important later.) About 42 minutes into my semi-impatient interim, the hour chimed and it was time for the "change of the guard". Cute little old ladies in white meandered in two or three at a time and got their next assignment in the booths beyond our waiting area. Having had this calling previously, I enjoy watching others try to figure it out. :) (Sometimes it can be stressful.) So, as I sat completely glued to the scene, a particularly familiar little old lady came into the room. I looked at her for a moment before I glanced down at her name-tag.....
At that instant, a multitude of things occurred simultaneously:
1) A load of proverbial bricks cascaded down upon my unsuspecting head as I realized it was none other than Not-so-cute-and-harmless-as-I-thought Temple Stranger!
2) She looked up, across the room, and straight at me.
3) I gasped.
4) Hilda, who had been watching, saw the sheer terror flit across my face before I bowed my head so far I could have been mistaken for the Hunchback's dream girl...
Lord bless little old women with bad eye-sight! That's all I can say. Temple Stranger (a.k.a. Sister Bartholomew's-Mother) teetered over toward me, but apparently hadn't figured out who I was.
(Btw, if you are completely lost, it's because you missed a peach of a post a while back that you can find here. Read it. It's worth the laugh AND the enlightenment.)
As she dawdled longer than anyone else had at the sink washing her hands and getting a drink, I stole a glance at Hilda and mouthed, "That's the mom!" I barely caught a glimpse of Hilda's eyes as wide as saucers and the edges of her lips beginning to curl as the reality/hilarity of the situation unfolded before her.
Having finished her business at the sink, Temple Stranger then needed to dispose of the paper products she had used. I was SO focused on NOT looking at her, that I'd forgotten I was leaning on the garbage can (indeed, very much in the way). She very kindly touched my shoulder to encourage me to shift out of the way, which triggered a small, but very violent Fight-Or-Flight reaction throughout my entire frame. Pretty sure I jumped so hard, I may have catapulted the snoring patron next to me into a second or third phase orbit. No, I did not look up. Yes, I did move out of the way, but I also began to laugh uncontrollably...you know, the kind of giggles that attack stealthily during Sacrament Meeting when you're supposed to be feeling the Spirit and being reverent? That kind of laughing. I sat there, arms now folded, head almost buried in mock-reverence, shaking. Temple Stranger took my odd reaction and recalculated it to mean that I was simply so moved in the temple, that I was crying uncontrollably. Oh gracious. As she patted my shoulder again to sooth the shaking, I could hear Hilda's snickers across the room...
Thankfully, Temple Stranger went to her post shortly thereafter. AND, with good fortune, I made it through the Inits and out again without being forced to come face to face with her...and without spontaneously combusting due to suppressed laughter.
WHEW. Hilda and I really may have to move our weekly temple trips to a new night, for the sole purpose of maintaining my sanity.
So, Hilda and I went back to the temple again last Thursday to continue our weekly trips for Inits. Love it! The problem? Attending the temple on a weekly basis means you see the same shift of temple workers each time...even if you really don't want to...
There we were sitting patiently in the Init waiting room. It was so stinkin busy, Hilda and I couldn't even sit near one another...we were practically at opposite ends of the room. My choice spot for ruminating for the 45 minute wait was positioned neatly next to the garbage can. (Yes, this detail becomes important later.) About 42 minutes into my semi-impatient interim, the hour chimed and it was time for the "change of the guard". Cute little old ladies in white meandered in two or three at a time and got their next assignment in the booths beyond our waiting area. Having had this calling previously, I enjoy watching others try to figure it out. :) (Sometimes it can be stressful.) So, as I sat completely glued to the scene, a particularly familiar little old lady came into the room. I looked at her for a moment before I glanced down at her name-tag.....
At that instant, a multitude of things occurred simultaneously:
1) A load of proverbial bricks cascaded down upon my unsuspecting head as I realized it was none other than Not-so-cute-and-harmless-as-I-thought Temple Stranger!
2) She looked up, across the room, and straight at me.
3) I gasped.
4) Hilda, who had been watching, saw the sheer terror flit across my face before I bowed my head so far I could have been mistaken for the Hunchback's dream girl...
Lord bless little old women with bad eye-sight! That's all I can say. Temple Stranger (a.k.a. Sister Bartholomew's-Mother) teetered over toward me, but apparently hadn't figured out who I was.
(Btw, if you are completely lost, it's because you missed a peach of a post a while back that you can find here. Read it. It's worth the laugh AND the enlightenment.)
As she dawdled longer than anyone else had at the sink washing her hands and getting a drink, I stole a glance at Hilda and mouthed, "That's the mom!" I barely caught a glimpse of Hilda's eyes as wide as saucers and the edges of her lips beginning to curl as the reality/hilarity of the situation unfolded before her.
Having finished her business at the sink, Temple Stranger then needed to dispose of the paper products she had used. I was SO focused on NOT looking at her, that I'd forgotten I was leaning on the garbage can (indeed, very much in the way). She very kindly touched my shoulder to encourage me to shift out of the way, which triggered a small, but very violent Fight-Or-Flight reaction throughout my entire frame. Pretty sure I jumped so hard, I may have catapulted the snoring patron next to me into a second or third phase orbit. No, I did not look up. Yes, I did move out of the way, but I also began to laugh uncontrollably...you know, the kind of giggles that attack stealthily during Sacrament Meeting when you're supposed to be feeling the Spirit and being reverent? That kind of laughing. I sat there, arms now folded, head almost buried in mock-reverence, shaking. Temple Stranger took my odd reaction and recalculated it to mean that I was simply so moved in the temple, that I was crying uncontrollably. Oh gracious. As she patted my shoulder again to sooth the shaking, I could hear Hilda's snickers across the room...
Thankfully, Temple Stranger went to her post shortly thereafter. AND, with good fortune, I made it through the Inits and out again without being forced to come face to face with her...and without spontaneously combusting due to suppressed laughter.
WHEW. Hilda and I really may have to move our weekly temple trips to a new night, for the sole purpose of maintaining my sanity.
Friday, April 16, 2010
I belong...
So, after some deliberation, I went with the affirmative vote on the newest addition here (look to the right). I like it. I live it. I am proud of it. 'Nuf said.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
GREATNESS bestowed...as promised
Oh yes. We. Killed. It. Best Supporting Actress, Best Actress, and Best Film. We OWNED the 2010 BYU 233rd Oscar Night, yes we did.
I promised you entertainment...and here it is.
Helpful hints: our FHE mom is Tracy Mills, hence our family name, General Mills. Running with it from there: we are her army, which is why we are wearing our FHE camo-colored tie-dye shirts. What is it about? I quote from the distinguished Dr. Karen, "A tongue-in-cheek and semi-autobiographical look at the current dating scene in South Provo..."
Enjoy. (Hopefully I can provide you a captioned video in the near future...WITH outtakes...)
Oh! And the trophy at the end of the video is not random at all. It's the FHE trophy, awarded weekly to the group with the most points. Incapable of winning said trophy, we did what any respectable group would do...we stole it! Hence, the cameo in our video. (Which, coincidentally, earned us the trophy...)
Wwwwweeeeeeeeeee Aaaarrrrreee the Ccchhhaaaaammmmmppppp- iiiioooooooooonnnnsssss, mmmyyy fffrrrrriiiiiieeeeeeeeeee eeennnndddsssss...
Kudos to...
Back Row: Matt, Nate, me, Ashlee, Robyn (best supporting actress).
Next Row: Amber, Kailee, Dr. Karen, Joe, Shalayne.
Front: General Mills (best actress).
Not pictured (unable to attend Oscar Night): Will and Debbie (real couple in video), Marta, Abby.
I promised you entertainment...and here it is.
Helpful hints: our FHE mom is Tracy Mills, hence our family name, General Mills. Running with it from there: we are her army, which is why we are wearing our FHE camo-colored tie-dye shirts. What is it about? I quote from the distinguished Dr. Karen, "A tongue-in-cheek and semi-autobiographical look at the current dating scene in South Provo..."
Enjoy. (Hopefully I can provide you a captioned video in the near future...WITH outtakes...)
Oh! And the trophy at the end of the video is not random at all. It's the FHE trophy, awarded weekly to the group with the most points. Incapable of winning said trophy, we did what any respectable group would do...we stole it! Hence, the cameo in our video. (Which, coincidentally, earned us the trophy...)
Wwwwweeeeeeeeeee Aaaarrrrreee the Ccchhhaaaaammmmmppppp- iiiioooooooooonnnnsssss, mmmyyy fffrrrrriiiiiieeeeeeeeeee eeennnndddsssss...
Kudos to...
Back Row: Matt, Nate, me, Ashlee, Robyn (best supporting actress).
Next Row: Amber, Kailee, Dr. Karen, Joe, Shalayne.
Front: General Mills (best actress).
Not pictured (unable to attend Oscar Night): Will and Debbie (real couple in video), Marta, Abby.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Oh Yes I Am....
G.L.E.E.K. Last night's season re-opener ROCKED!!! What a way to celebrate the end of Winter 2010 classes....whew.
As always, SPECTACULAR choices in music that made me wanna belt it out myself! I already knew this, but I will TOTALLY be purchasing the next CD the very day it becomes available (cheapest at Borders, btw). Oh man...that was genius...
(Sue Sylvester as Madonna may be the funniest thing I've ever seen....)
As always, SPECTACULAR choices in music that made me wanna belt it out myself! I already knew this, but I will TOTALLY be purchasing the next CD the very day it becomes available (cheapest at Borders, btw). Oh man...that was genius...
(Sue Sylvester as Madonna may be the funniest thing I've ever seen....)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thank you, Princess Xan!
Guess what?! I won! Princess Xan hosted a give-away based on "Karen's House of Dating Horror", and when all the results were in.........
I won!!!
Ha! Yay! I'm sure I'll get something awesome when those CDs finally make it to me. Thanks again, Xan.
(PS. I promise to post something funny again soon....but right now I'm neck-deep in a final paper, a final, and...oh, ya....my thesis....)
I won!!!
Ha! Yay! I'm sure I'll get something awesome when those CDs finally make it to me. Thanks again, Xan.
(PS. I promise to post something funny again soon....but right now I'm neck-deep in a final paper, a final, and...oh, ya....my thesis....)
Monday, April 5, 2010
The Quilt to End All Quilt Making (for the time being anyway)...
(Radar patrolled by big guys with guns...no pic snatching!)
As previously promised, The Doozey
Pink, yellow, lavender, and "Karen Green" chiffon. White gathered chiffon. Cute striped flannel. White satin ribbon ruffle + pink chiffon ruffle (hard to see).
"Made-from-scratch" baby block letter appliques: white satin in the shape of B-A-B-Y on beautiful new pink minkee, which graced the back as well.
The kicker? The shiny, satiny pink "BABY" trim found wherever there was white gathered chiffon (a little hard to see here, but yes, that white chiffon under there is gathered all the way around in a frame). Ironed on, and then hand sewn for durability.
Extra thick bat (nearly too much) for added fluff/comfort.
Many many many thanks to my mom and sisters for endless opinions, help, and finger pricks encountered this weekend. Mom, Chelle, Linda, Kate, THANK YOU. I promise not to have any more insane brain-child projects for the whole family during conference again for a long time. (Click here and here to see what I made them do during the last two conferences...)
Now on to that PhD....
(Chelle, thanks for taking the pics. Obviously, compy and I are on better terms today...)
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