Month: January 2007 (page 1 of 4)

All About The 80s: The Wicked Movies

The only thing as fun as watching a great movie is quoting a great movie. It’s a shortcut to shared feelings and a great way to gauge the coolness factor of potential friends. Here are some of the best quotes from movies in the 80s.

“I feel the need, the need for speed.” – Top Gun (1986)
My three best friends and I (we were nicknamed “The Brat Force” by…um…ourselves) used to say this a lot in Junior High School. Then we’d high five.

“Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb.” – Spaceballs (1987)
Great quote for when you win at a game. Or anytime, if you’re an icy, blackhearted evil mommy monster, like me.

“Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn .” – Better Off Dead (1985)
It’s just good advice.

“He slimed me.” – Ghostbusters (1984)
The perfect response to a doggie kiss.

“I’ll be back.” -The Terminator (1984)
The best way to announce that you’re going to the potty.

“They’re here.” – Poltergeist (1982)
It’s what I say when unwanted visitors arrive. If you hear that sing-song phrase coming from inside as you’re marching up to my front door…well, I probably don’t like you. Sorry. Or not. If I don’t like you, you’ve done something to deserve it.

“Why does Andrew get to get up? If he gets up, we’ll all get up. It’ll be anarchy!” – The Breakfast Club (1985)
Is it ever a bad time to say this?

“What’s happenin’ hot stuff?” – Sixteen Candles (1984)
I say this to Dave. You know why.

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” – The Princess Bride (1987)
The best line to announce the start of a tickle fight.

“Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now, about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac…It’s in the hole! It’s in the hole! It’s in the hole!”– Caddyshack (1980)
I say it everytime we play golf. Every.Time. I can’t help it. It’s like movie-quote-specific-Tourrette’s Syndrome. Or maybe not (because I’m not sure that even makes sense). It’s just this thing I do that sometimes annoys people. I don’t think it’s a disorder of any kind. I don’t do it to be annoying. It’s actually fun if you’re the one doing the quoting. If you ever go golfing with me, I suggest you learn this in advance and just say it along with me. I’ll be very impressed with you and you won’t feel so annoyed with me. Everybody wins.

Be sure to visit Grimm, Faith and Josh for their take on The Wicked Movies from the 80s!

All About The 80s: Tubular Television

It’s here! (And at My Grimm Reality) All About The 80s Week! And we’re kicking it off with Tubular Television.

What were you watching on televison in the 80s?

I was 4 going on 5 in 1980. I spent most of the decade playing, rather than watching television and didn’t have the longest attention span. So, it only seems fitting that I show you five commercials from the 80s that left a permanent scar on the face of pop culture. Even if you didn’t see them in the 80s, chances are, you’re familiar with these gems or at least the catchphrases they produced.

“Where’s The Beef?”

Wendy’s “Fluffy Bun” commercial took television by storm in 1984 and earned 82 year old Clara Pellar celebrity status for her delivery of that famous line, “Where’s the beef?”

The Clapper

This invention of convenience came to us from the same minds that thought up the Chia Pet. I think that says it all.

LifeCall

The year was 1989 when we first heard the words, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” and elderly emergencies became amusing. The phrase garnered so much attention that LifeCall registered it as a trademark in the early 90s.

Milk

Before we “Got Milk” we had “It does the body good.” Here’s one of my favorites from the late 80s.

This Is Your Brain On Drugs

The Partnership for a Drug-Free America was founded in 1986, but most of us found out about them through the “This Is Your Brain On Drugs” public service announcements broadcast in 1987.

Can’t get enough 80s commercials? Be sure to visit GIANT Magazine’s 50 Greatest Commercials of the 80s.

Don’t let the day end before you click over to My Grimm Reality for the top 20 television shows of the 80s!

Our friends Josh and Faith are playing along, too. Be sure to check them out!

Do you want to play, too? Let us know about your 80s post this week and we’ll link you up!

Thud!

Did you hear that sound? It was me. Falling off the dieting bandwagon.

It started yesterday morning with the most delicious breakfast bake I’d ever made. I had a serving. And then another. And then one more. A little later, I thought it would be fun to make some homemade cookies. I had one. And then another. And then one more.

And that’s just the stuff I’m admitting to eating, yesterday.

By the time bedtime rolled around, I wasn’t feeling too good. My body decided to exact it’s revenge for blowing our plans to get healthy and lose weight by blowing all that food right out of my body.

So, I’ve been sick. And I drug the rest of the family down with me.

I hope you won’t mind if Grimm and I begin our much-anticipated All About The 80s Week tomorrow. I’ll be back on the diet, too. It’s gonna be great.

I Am From

I am from pony tails, bare feet and lightning bug jars. From Kool-Aid and midnight picnics during meteor showers.

I am from the four room house with a jolly blue bunny wearing a pink bow painted on the wall of the dining room that was made into my bedroom. I am from a tattered doll suitcase hidden under the bed, stuffed with toys to be forgotten and rediscovered again. From chalkboard comic strip drawings narrated through giggles by flashlight after dark.

I am from the Butternut tree, the yellow-green catkins and downy leaves. From daisychain necklaces and dandelion bouquets. I am from berry picking walks along railroad tracks and water from a natural spring.

I am from Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s house and homemade clothes. From a pastor, laborers and military men. I am from storytellers and dreamers.

From “I love you” and “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”

I am from Sunday School, The Lord’s Prayer and “The Old Rugged Cross.” I’m from a riverside town in Pennsylvania and from Irish and Germans. From noodles made from scratch, fresh vegetables from our garden and my father’s famous “dodgers.”

From the fiery spirit of my red-haired grandmother who chased after a teacher with a chair for punching her son, from the stubbornness and the determination of the grandfather who refused to stop eating his oatmeal even when he was told that bugs had gotten into it.

I am from the photo albums I looked through on my great-grandmother’s lap with pages that crackled with every turn, and silent 8mm films of Thanksgiving and Christmas. From patchwork quilts, recipes scrawled on brittle paper and from delicate jewelry – worth millions in memories, but nothing in dollars – tucked carefully in a worn brown box and deep within my heart.

* Submitted to the writing contest sponsored by Owlhaven. Visit her to learn more.

Silver

Photo Hunt

Hi Ho Silver!

Hi Ho Silver!

For Karly

The ever-so-funny Karly from Wiping Up Snot identified the source of the phrase, “Master at the art of time suckage,” a title my husband proudly holds. (It was from Reality Bites, by the way.) So, here is a haiku for Karly.

A blog that’s called snot
Is it a coincidence
that I gigglesnort?

If you’ve never visited Karly’s blog, really you must. I’m pretty sure that I earned enough bad karma for laughing a little too hard at this post to kill Dave’s laptop. It’s one powerful blog. And this post took her from Just Dating to Going Steady on my blogroll. She has great taste in movies and has one cool ‘gina. Be sure to check her out.

Master At The Art Of Time Suckage*

I sat down to compose a meaningful and heartfelt blog entry this morning when Dave said, “Honey, you have got to see this video before you start writing.”

So, I did.

After that, I had nothing.

Here’s the video. Even if it’s old news to you, I’m sure you won’t mind watching it again. You may choose to watch it two more times. Maybe three. You may want to call some friends over and watch it with them. It’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen and just one more reason I heart Richard Simmons.

Oh! By the way, Dave and I recorded a duet. You can hear it here.

*Do you know what movie that phrase is from? Answer correctly and I’ll write and post a haiku about your blog.

A Lost Love

Remember that moment from the original Superman movie when he pulls Lois Lane from the car after the earthquake and realizes she’s dead? When he holds her and screams, “Nooooo!” just before flying around the earth so fast that he goes back in time?

We had a moment like that at our house today, but instead of Superman clutching Lois Lane, it was Dave clutching the carcass of his dead laptop. And there was no flying around the world to save it.

It was a short-lived relationship, but one we’ll never forget. It’s hard to believe it started only a month ago, when they met on Christmas.

Dave and his love.

The affair of electronic ecstasy ended tragically today. A foreign object became lodged between the keyboard and screen as Dave closed it after an afternoon of technological delight. Ironically, it was a game piece from the 80s trivia game (his other love) we had played just the night before that dealt the death blow.

The corpse.

Dave spent the evening grieving his loss. He hardly touched his supper and chose to turn in early to bed. He just couldn’t stand the sight of my laptop.

All I had to offer him were the words of Brett Michaels from Poison who was quoting someone who was paraphrasing someone else when he sang, “It’s better to have lost at love than never to have loved at all.” At least he’s got the memories, right? It had been a glorious 31 days.

Dave, this one’s for you.

Um, Here Ya Go

We’ve got company coming this evening for a down-and-dirty couples 80s trivia challenge that Dave and I fully intend on winning. We’ve already choreographed an elaborate hand-slapping, hip-bumping celebration dance designed to torture the losers. I’ve got a lot to do today to get ready (especially since I accomplished nothing more than rocking at on-line karaoke yesterday). So, I don’t have time to take all the things I want to share with you and wrap them up in a nice little package with a pretty pink bow on top. So, here they are tossed into a plain brown paper bag.

  • I’ve lost 5 pounds. Yay! I’ve got to give some of the credit for this success to my squishy cat, Katie, who has single-handedly (or single-pawedly?) increased the difficulty of my work out to a super duper fat burning level by acting as a living, moving obstacle course. She runs figure eights around my legs while I do The Twist. She lays on her back dangerously close to me and rolls from side to side while I do The Pony, completely undisturbed by the fact that I could crush her to death with one slight misstep. She walks alongside me, darting in front of me here and there, as a I march!, march!, march! and pivot! from side to side. I’ve calculated that she adds approxmately 2,000 extra steps and an immeasureable amount of bouncing to my exercise routine by forcing me to dodge her. The end result is weight loss, so I’m not complaining.
  • My husband is a great singer! You already know about the on-line karaoke jam we had here, yesterday. Well, after a whole lot of coaxing, I convinced him to record a duet with me. We practiced a time or two and he half-heartedly droned along. Then, I hit the record button, shoved the microphone in his face and watched the transformation take place. He sang! Really well! And he even performed a bit. Sadly, the microphone couldn’t pick both of us up and he refused to record one alone, so you’ve got to take my word, for now. Of course, you could always visit him here and beg him for a tune. He’s having a comment drought and would be so high from all the attention, I’m sure he’d oblige (especially if it means you’d be back to hear the song).
  • Speaking of karaoke, have you seen the movie Duets? You should.
  • We got snow! It happened on Sunday. We had a lot of fun playing in it.

    Snow! Snow, Mama!

    I taught Julia how to make snow angels and she went straight to work covering as much of our property as possible with them. We did some sled riding, or more acurately, garbage can lid riding (they moved faster than the sleds).

  • I found a fabulous new way to prepare potatoes. We live on a pretty strict budget, which means we do without some extras, like elaborate and exciting side dishes at dinner. Our budget is so tight currently that we have one choice: potatoes. In an effort to make potatoes in new and different ways, I stumbled upon this little treaure: tongue tingling potato wedges. All you do is cut your potatoes (after you wash them, of course) lengthwise into four wedges. Then, spray the cut sides with some cooking spray and dunk them in some seasoned bread crumbs mixed with grated parmesan cheese. Place them on a greased baking sheet and cook them for about 20 minutes or more at 425 degrees. They’re done when they look all brown and you can poke them real easy with a fork. Serve with some cool dipping sauces. They are delicious. It’s like a party in your mouth. Or maybe my starved taste buds are a little overactive due to the new diet and they’re only okay. I don’t know. You’ll have to try them.

Sorry about the brown bag. I’ll give you something real pretty tomorrow.

Make Your Own Kind Of Music*

It’s a good thing Dave was off today because I discovered something awesome, thanks to Laurie. She posted recently about a site called SingShot that I visited immediately. It was there that I found the thing that would bring my family and me six hours of musical delight: on-line karaoke.

You may be thinking, “Really? Six hours?

Yep. But that’s about par for the course with us. Dave and I are the same people that, after discovering the text to speech feature on the new laptop, spent about an hour making Microsoft Sam say a variety of bad words and naughty phrases.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a compatible microphone for recording at SingShot (and my songs turned out with the music playing about 3 seconds ahead of me). So I headed over to KSolo as recommended by Pokerboss in Laurie’s comments and recorded one for your listening pleasure you. You can hear me singing “Faith” as made famous by George Michael here. I’m not sharing because of the great singing, but because of the great fun.

*Mama Cass Elliot sang “Make Your Own Kind Of Music.”

Make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along

Great lyrics. Learn them. Love them. Live them. And send me the links to the songs you make. I’d love to hear you sing!

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