More TV watching

Last Friday I found myself watching "Karaoke Battle USA", don't ask me why.  It was like all the other singing shows except this time Carnie Wilson was a judge.  Every time I see Carnie I think about the time Beth said she thought she was the Carnie of the sisters... that made me laugh because it was not even close to being true, except maybe it was her hair style at the time.  Remember when Carnie had a short-lived talk show? So I there I was watching some really great singers and some really tacky ones, and guess who I thought should score more points?  The tacky, cheesy ones.  It is karaoke after all, not American Idol. 

Back to the point- I was only half watching when Terence took the stage.  Carnie asked why he should be crowned the King of Karaoke and he responded, "Because I'm undeniable."  I thought that was kind of funny because of the way he said it.  Since I could not find the clip anywhere on youtube without having to watch the whole episode again, and I won't do that, not even for Terence, I will just have to describe him as an overly effeminate, heavy set black man.  When he started singing I noticed that he was from none other than Castle Rock, Colorado and worked in Customer Service.  That made me pause.  Literally.  I paused the TV.

Take this however you want, but there are not many black people here in Castle Rock... and it is especially rare to find a young, effeminate black man in our town.  So I shuffled through my mind and then it hit me-- the Good Times drive-thru! Terence works at Good Times!  Or at least he did until he made it big on the karaoke scene.

The boring first day of school post

Kitty is in first grade and is super excited.

After four years John was finally relaxed about going to school this morning-- fourth grade!



Chickie got a little bored with the whole thing.



 

To recap four weeks of TV

Did you hear? I have a new baby.  It's true.  And with my new baby comes my new past time-- rocking Chickie while watching endless hours of television.  And with all these accumulated hours of entertainment I have noticed a few things.

Like every time the Today Show is going to commercial and they tease an upcoming interview they always cut to the person sitting in the studio looking at the camera.  Which would be fine, except they keep the camera on them too long for comfort and the person is left awkwardly smiling and eventually their eyes start to look a little worried. It's like they're posing for a picture but the camera never clicks. It leaves me embarrassed every time. And speaking of the Today Show and awkwardness, I hate when they interview common folk who obviously don't know how to give more than a one word answer. 

In addition to the Today Show, I have been watching a lot of HGTV.  Did you see the episode where David Bromstad asks for a turn blowing a glass globe?  I couldn't believe they didn't edit it out-- it was a little, uh, suggestive.  I half expected to see the clip on Tosh.0 later in the day.  Don't get me started on Tosh.0... Poor Chickie, every time I'm feeding her and watching that show I can't help but laugh out loud, seriously jolting her concentration.

When my kids are around, we watch age appropriate shows like Unsolved Mysteries and 1,000 Ways to Die (just kidding, kind of).  But really, say what you will about Good Luck Charlie (like the fact that the show takes place in "Colorado" but looks eerily like Pasadena) and maybe it's because I've watched too much, but that mom cracks me up.  Not to mention it's refreshing to see a show where there is actually a mom.

And for my local readers... Bertha Lynne is a snob, Adele Arakawa needs a new hairstyle, Kathy Sabin thinks she's too cute, Kirk Montgomery needs to lay off the botox, and I'm pretty sure Amelia Earhart got a boob job (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Never accept a ride from the ride board.

The other day I had a flashback of a road trip home from Idaho (where I was attending my freshman year of college).  I had obtained my ride through use of the popular "ride board" where strangers can obtain passengers/drivers to all parts of the country.  It's not safe and I would not recommend it to anyone these days, but back then (more than 15 years ago- yikes) it was a popular way of hitching a ride.

Because I don't have time to go into tireless detail, and because it is so much more fun to let your imagination take over, I am going to make it concise.  The trip included the following:

A weirdo driver who wore pleated, flowy pants and a Hawaiian shirt, and who wasn't even a student at the school. There was one other passenger who would look at me like he didn't know what I meant every time I tried to exchange a "can you believe this is happening?" look.

An Eagle Talon sports car that was parked on the front lawn of said driver's house, even though the driveway was available.

Me and said passenger waiting in the driver's living room while he went to work for three hours before the trip could begin.  We sat on the shells of couches that were stuffed with bed pillows instead of cushions and covered with various blankets and quilts.  Don't worry, we weren't bored, we were offered an alphabetized list of various VHS recorded Bay Watch episodes to watch while the driver's mom made dinner for us in the kitchen.

A mostly raw chicken dinner.

The driver's sister and boyfriend noisily making out on the couch next to us during one of the many Bay Watch episodes.

And all this before we even started on the 10 hour journey...

More baby pictures

I was going to relive a great memory on the blog today, but sitting and writing for any length of time seemed unattainable.  And because I know I will regret a lack of pictures in later years, here are a few I tried to take the other day. 

I have really enjoyed sitting around feeding, holding, and changing this little lady.  My grandma called the other day and said she keeps saying to herself, "Emily Alice lived in a palace..." I would never have thought of that and I love it.  Except right now her palace looks a little like a disheveled, cluttered, baby explosion.

Some people take a trip...

This is how we celebrated our 10 year anniversary:



Emily Alice Wright, June 30, 2011.