You don't realize how horrible the acting and the hair (THE HAIR!) is on the original episodes of Star Trek until you actually sit down and watch it. One of the boys got the first two seasons on DVD for Christmas and it seems like inevitably every night, the husband decides to watch an episode. And it is then and only then, that you can truly appreciate the cheesy plotlines and homemade costumes (and then you wake up in the middle of the night and think you are on a half-deserted planet surrounded by evil, dirty children who want nothing more than to throw their toys at you and call you a Grup*.) I dread the night I wake up surrounded by Tribbles or the weird tan dudes in Grecian clothing and white hair.) In conclusion, I've decided that Captain Kirk is wearing a man girdle and that Leonard McCoy is the grumpiest actor ever and nobody can get me to change my mind.
(See? I actually did pay attention to the lesson on writing a speech in the 10th grade, Mrs. Mitchell.)
[Mrs. Mitchell was the most awesome teacher. She wore eleventy pounds of make-up, had hair like Dolly Parton and liked to regale us with stories about Mr. Mitchell who would go into his garage and play with his nuts.**]
Speaking of bad hair, it is time for me to get my hair cut and highlighted and I am beginning to think I have outgrown the bangs thing for now. Am thinking of letting it grow a bit, but then in the next moment I think, "Ohh, it's almost summer, get it short!" Then I smack myself in the head and realize I NEED the ponytail option because I am lazy.
So very lazy.
(Just look at this blog's posting and you can be the judge of that.)
My poor family is suffering from said laziness. I have to go grocery shopping, but I would rather chew my own foot off, so therefore tonight we may be eating tonight what I like to call "Free-for-all-Fridge-Night". It involves me opening the fridge and saying, "Okay, who wants this red-y stuff? Or this brownish thing? How about this cheese? Yes, that green stuff is supposed to be on there! I paid extra for that! Ohhhh, look! Who wants a yogurt? It just expired yesterday. C'mon!"
In other news, I found a staple in my leftover Chinese food today. The husband ordered me my favorite dish, Shanghai noodles, on Sunday night because I got sick in the afternoon and wasn't able to go to the in-laws for dinnah that night. I had a few then and today, I thought, "Ooooh! yum!" and so I heated it up. I had a few bites and then looked down at all the yummy chicken and noodles when I spied something shiny and uhm, metal? Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was a staple. Apparently my fave Chinese restaurant has taken up accounting whilst they cook.
So eating today has been iffy at best. Sometimes trying to get myself to eat is harder than anything else I have to deal with during the day. Finding foreign objects in my food doesn't make it any easier.
Do men eat yogurt? I know MINE do, but why are all the yogurt-centric commercials geared towards women and their weight? I personally only eat Greek (non-flavored) yogurt, but I don't get why marketing is geared towards women. I'm not going to make this a personal crusade, but dudes eat yogurt (good for the gut!) and chicks dig bacon (smells like pig!) so what the hell, America?
This weekend is a long weekend (yay!) so I have a short week to get 167,974 things done before the kids are off on Friday and Monday. In the past, we have always held a Victoria Day BBQ. I was sorta hoping we could go away this weekend, but I think we are going to stay put. So I am going to send the husband for fireworks and I will actually go buy provisions*** for a summer kick-off barbecue.
I will just make sure to leave out the staples****.
*GRUPS! GRUPS! GRUPS!
**I am assuming that she meant his "tools", but even that sounds pervy.
***Oh, yeah, and lunches.
****Staples! A good source of zinc! And a reason for colonoscopies!