Just like my boy, LeBron James, I caught the cramps. Not the NBA megastar or even the Aunt Flo kind. No, I've had writer's cramps (is there a co-pay for those?) so I have these fabulous ideas at 3 am, but I'm not willing to log on. Speaking of LeBron, I'm ready for him to win a title so people will stop bashing him. I love it when Rachel Nichols interviews him. He is over a foot taller than she is so the camera man has to zoom out in a major way to make sure all 3 of them are on screen. You know. LeBron, Rachel, and Rachel's booty. Holla!
Father's Day was this past weekend and I hope all the Dads and father figures had a fabulous weekend. When I was little, I thought my dad was absolutely perfect. It was absolutely devastating when I was around 10 to realize he was human. It sounds silly, but I had a difficult time comprehending he made mistakes. My dad grew up dirt poor. His mom died when he was a toddler and he dropped out of school in the 10th grade to go to work. For some stupid reason, that embarrassed me when I was a kid. He told me last year that he had no idea why he got so excited at Christmas because all he got was a few oranges. However, he thought that was wonderful. It reminded me of how lucky I am. It's always strange to think of you dad as a kid but he was one once too. He is my biggest cheerleader, just wants me to be happy, and thinks I am fabulous. He either ignores or laughs at the crazy things I say. Hey, someone has to think you are almost perfect. I am fortunate to still have him and am proud to say I have actually seen him give someone the shirt off his back. Pretty nice, huh?
Moving on to a more humorous topic....I hate it when I am listening to the radio and they take my planned topic. For example, I was driving home yesterday thinking that it would be interesting to hear what weird things make people cry. Lo and behold, at that moment that was the question on the ride (or crawl) home show. What??? Thievery! I felt just like Tom Cruise in "Eyes Wide Shut" when that fat, bald man with no eyebrows is following him around London but we are supposed to believe it's NYC with that eerie piano playing in the background. Yeah, I felt discombobulated. Perhaps I felt more like the fat dude with no eyebrows. Sometimes after a large meal I do wonder if my waistband is lacerating my liver. Maybe that was not a good comparison. Scratch that.
Have you ever cried at anything unusual? It's okay to tell me-I won't judge. When I was a kid I would absolutely sob uncontrollably while listening to my Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer record. It made me sad that the kids were mean to him. Haters! Didn't they realize a red nose was on trend? My dad used to threaten to take the book/record combo away if I didn't get it together. Imagine as a 6 year old having to put the kibosh on the tears for Rudolph. It's not like it affected Rudolph's career. He went on to mega stardom that transcends time- just like that show "The Golden Girls." And don't get me started on the movie "Born Free." I used to cry before the movie even started. By the time the opening credits rolled out I looked like I had a severe case of hay fever or had been stung by a swarm of bees. But that was a loooooooong time ago, and I don't really cry now (insert Asia). And I'm not sure that's a good thing.
Years ago, before we were married, my husband and I went to see the movie "I Am Sam." About 30 minutes into the movie, I heard someone boohooing LOUDLY. It was insane. The sniffling and sobbing. WTH was wrong with this person? Didn't they realize Jeff Spicoli was trying to win an Oscar? Finally, I looked over and realized it was my husband. He told me some people have feelings.
And on that note, there is yet another trend I have noticed in this household. Tonight, my husband was watching "American History X", a depressing but incredible movie. The sound was so low, I could only hear the dog breathing and not the movie. However, I've noticed we have "Finding Bigfoot" or "Alaska State Troopers" on surround sound.
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