This must be a record! Have I really posted 3 days in a row? This may be a preemptive sign that the Apocalypse is upon us. No, the definitive sign of that is when the Olsen Twins announce a reality show. You know the premise, Ashley will have Mary Kate hidden in her handbag and they will celebrate the prank by splitting a Cheerio for dinner and skyping with Bob Saget. It will be a ratings juggernaut!
Patrick? Are you still reading this? I am writing about other topics than football because you are the only guy I know who doesn't like or watch football but sustained a football injury. Consider that your shout out!
Have I ever told you guys how much I loved watching the Brady Bunch when I was a kid? I thought they were so cool because they lived in that groovy split level and had Alice to referee the arguments. I loved the episode where they went to Hawaii and Greg had that bad luck necklace which caused him to wipe out on the surfboard. To reinforce the evil forces, they played this specific tune each time the camera panned to the necklace.
My favorite episodes were when they sang...Like when they were the Silver Platters and tried to win the talent show to pay for the platter they had engraved for Carol and Mike's anniversary. That whack job Jan misunderstood the cost for the engraving, and the Brady kids had to get creative as to how to come up with the funds. I also loved when they were recording the song (I think this was before Greg became "Johnny Bravo") and Peter's voice was changing. "When it's time to change, then it's time to change. Don't fight the tide, come along for the ride, don't you see?" Move over Milli Vanilli. The Brady Bunch absolutely should have won best new artist! Those are Grammy winning lyrics if I say so myself. Yes, I have Brady Bunch CDs.
No, I loved the show because I wanted to be like Marcia. She had long, straight hair and was so cool. I could even relate to that episode where Marcia got smacked in the nose with the football. However, mine was a bit different. Michele Merchant closed the Barbie suitcase on my nose in 3rd grade and I wish she would have just broken it instead of bruising it severely. Michele, wherever you are, I hold that against you. If you were really a friend, you would have done a sister a favor and broken my nose so I could have gotten rhinoplastic surgery like I dreamed of doing. In reality, I was more like Jan. Socially awkward but definitely more creative than Jan. I would have never created an imaginary boyfriend and called him George Glass. I would have called him Simon LeBon or George Michael, although that relationship would probably have been as successful as Jan's was with George Glass...nonexistent!
In reality (and yes reality does exist in my world) I probably am more like Cindy. She had a lisp and I stuttered as a kid. And I think she always felt misunderstood and I probably am misunderstood. Yes, I just did an entire post on how I relate to the Brady Bunch. But did you notice I made no reference to Sam the butcher?
Later!
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