Category: All (-ish)

Ka-shard-ee-ans

For some reason, my  mind refuses to pronounce the “famous” reality family’s name correctly.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in anything but print media, having never seen any of their reality shows. Still, just from that exposure I can probably give you a pretty full synopsis of their lives. Here they are dominating 3 of 4 magazine covers in my checkout line at the grocery store.
 

Three sentence movie reviews: The Place Beyond the Pines

In celebration of having my real life back,* I took myself out to this movie.  It was a very good choice as I loved the story itself, the acting was phenomenal,** I was entranced the entire time and kept thinking about the movie in the days that followed.  This was an excellent flick and not just because a certain someone was all tarted up with incredibly white trash tattoos.***

Cost:  A premium $8.50
Where watched: Regal Fox Tower

*Class is over, dress is mostly done, I can reclaim my time!
**Hamster Ryan Gosling is growing on me and Bradley Cooper keeps being marvelous.
***It took about a week before I realized that the Ryan Gosling character was cleverly designed to appeal to every single bad-boy trigger point:  trashy motorcycle racer who changes his ways for not just a woman but, (wait for it) a baby!  I totally fell for it.

Cupcakes part deux.

I once again made Mississippi Mud Cupcakes with Marshmallow Frosting.  One dozen of them are for the school auction.  The other dozen are for the Kenton Library Staff.
 
And here’s what happens after you try to put the auction cupcakes back in the refrigerator after their picture. A shelf collapses, sending the box careening toward the floor.  This happened after I had flooded the remaining frosting because I was done frosting the cupcakes and there’s only so much marshmallow frosting one person can eat.  I cleaned everything up and made it all pretty again, though.  And someone paid $20.00 for my cupcakes.
 

45RPM: Jump

Where I match a song to a specific memory.

I was in eighth grade and had just discovered music the year before.  And when I say, “discovered music” I mean music that people were releasing just then, the music that would become “my” music.  Until mid-seventh grade, aside from an infatuation with Michael Jackson and a flirtation with Huey Lewis and the News, I preferred music from the oldies stations which were, at that time, playing music from the late 50s and early 60s.  But when I decided I did like modern music, I took to it like a duck to water and formed strong opinions about a lot of things.  I came home one day after school to find my brother watching this video, which at that point was about four years old.

“I just figured out who Eddie Van Halen is,” my twelve-year-old brother announced.
“He’s the lead singer.” I, the music expert announced.
“Nope.  That’s David Lee Roth.  Eddie Van Halen is the guitarist.”
Huh.  Outsmarted by an elementary school student, I filed that information away: “note to self, Van Halen is named for the guitarist, not the singer.”  Of course, by 1988, David Lee Roth wasn’t even the leader singer of Van Halen anymore.  But I would find that out on another day.