Thursday, April 30, 2009
Meryl Streep has B.O. Clout
OMG! I am so looking forward to this film starring four of my most favorite actors:
Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Jane Lynch & Stanley Tucci. Since working in films starting in 1979, she has been a steady, consistent, & amazing actress whose films got nominated for awards but didn't make a lot of money. Now she's a box office star. Starting with The Devil Wears Prada & cemented with Mamma Mia!, Streep (weeks away from her 60th birthday) is now the summer box office champ & is considered to be one of the few actors who can "open" a movie. Instead of competing with Susan Sarandon or Annette Bening to play the latest eccentric mom, Streep is going head to head with Angelina Jolie & Julia Roberts for the title of Most Bankable Actress On Earth. She's bigger than she's ever been. There is a poetic justice to the fact that Streep's career has a eclipsed her male contemporaries: Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Dustin Hoffman, & even Jack Nicholson for box office clout. Can't wait!
As God Is My Witness... I Will Defend The Mighty Swoon!
My friend Patrick.
He is like Cousin Steve... a pain in my ass. Which by the way, Cousin Steve is feeling soooo much better-something about a med that finally worked for the big lump on top of his head. He is about 75% back to being his normal hilarious self-although last night when I called him and said "My smoke detector is beeping at me making the dog freak out and poop in the baby's room!" he said "Yeah, well I can't get my remote to work and now I have to have my wife change the channels on the TV-you think YOU got problems?"
Anyway...
For those of you who are "new" to the Six-Pack, you may not know Patrick for the simple fact that he is a lazy blogger. He never updates his blog and he seems to think there are more important things out there (like moving across the country, working, blah blah blah) than blogging.
I met Patrick when we lived in Virginia and our spouses worked together... or if you want to get technical, when his wife (Pokey) was my husband's (Ward) boss. Patrick and I met at a Christmas party where I squeezed my size 10 post baby body into a size 8 dress and he took a picture for proof and then posted it on his blog.
I know! It was horrible.
Now that I am a size 4-6 do you see any pics of me floating around his blog? Nope. Sheesh.
Anyway...
Patrick has the right combination of weirdo and smartassidry (to use one of our mascot FlyNavy's made up words) to be one of my friends. He cracks me up and the mere fact that he is a good Cat-lic boy makes him endearing.
But...
It has come to my attention that he is evil and must be destroyed.
So I must destroy him.
It was good knowing you Patrick.
I hope you don't have to spend much time in Purgatory for what you did... but if I were God.... you would be there long after I have left and entered the Pearly Gates of Heaven and you and I both know that I am going to set up shop in Purgatory-we both know that I am going to be there for so long that they may even change the name to Juneatory.
So go on over and see what Stupid Fat Hobbit did on his blog.
Go see what he thought he could get away with.
Go see the way he is showing complete and utter disrespect to the Monday Swoon-the Tuesday Tease-the Wednesday Woah-the Thursday Thicket-the Friday Fancy, the Saturday Sexy and the Sunday... wait, I don't post on Sunday.
Hmm... those are all really good names aren't they? If life ever gets too busy and I can't think of words to fill this blog-I'll just use those ideas right up there. I am so brilliant.
While you are over at Hobbit's place, tell him what a cruel person he is. He loves that kind of shit.
And then spit on the sidewalk and turn around three times, flip off your bathroom scale and say it loud and proud... "Patrick! We just F^%#ed you up!"
Defend the Swoon ladies... defend the swoon.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
How to deal.
Men I Am Zany For: Three
Jeremy Northam
Undeniable Fact #1
"A dog's hearing is so good that if it was on the moon and there was like... a siren on earth or something..... It could hear it. THAT'S how good dogs can hear. "
You Can Tell A Lot By A Picture...
If a picture really does speak a thousand words-this one would have hit us each on the head with a perfect personality description.
Carl Jung would have a field day with my family.
What do you suppose this picture says:
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I know what it is saying to ME... what is it saying to YOU?
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Deep Thoughts With June Cleaver...
It got me a' thinkin'
What does one do when they are in search of themselves?
What do you do?
I could see walking across the Nation like Forest Gump did. I mean, could you imagine the alone time? The moments of reflection and inner growth?
The blisters?
And when we are in search for ourselves, do we ever really find what we are looking for?
If you could walk from one point to another-what would be your point A and what would be your point B?
My point A would be this house... and my point B would be Ireland.
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Imagine the people I would meet along the way.
Could you as a person really do this... walk from one point to another alone-with only your thoughts to entertain you? Maybe I would take my iPod.
I could.
I enjoy being a hermit at times.
Imagine the leg muscles you would develop.
Wow.
So.... where would you walk if you could? Where would you go to find yourself? What would be the song you played over and over again on your Nano?
I would play Wave on Wave by Pat Green.... just because I enjoy a good groovin'
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sigh... Is It Monday Already?
Just because it is Monday and I love the Tudors. It may not be historically accurate... but who really gives a crap.
Just because it is Monday and my oldest received her Confirmation this weekend. Uncle Ryan was her sponsor and he has a keen ability to make little eighth grade girls giggle and little eighth grade boys squirm. Anyway... I heart Father Jon, but not in a "Thornbirds" sort of way.
Just because it is Monday and the weather was warm and the parks were packed with shirtless men playing ultimate Frisbee, sand volleyball and baseball. Who ever thought of the phrase "Shirts or Skins" was one smart woman.
Just because it is Monday and I love baseball.
Just because it is Monday and I miss football.
Just because it is Monday and we went to listen to a friend's band play on Saturday night and the lead singer looks a lot like Daughtry. Nice. Red stood me up-thanks a lot Red!
Just because it is Monday and I think Eminem's new song is just about the funniest thing out there right now. I would link to it-but I am having a hard time doing that because of Father Jon up there...
Just because it is Monday and every Six-Pack needs a mascot. Oh yeah. You all know I am an Air Force wife... but sometimes you have to give props to the boys who fly in the Navy.
Enjoy the week ladies... I feel a give away coming on for next week's Swoon. What it can be is a secret-because I haven't figured that part out yet. It is Monday after all.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Who even needs flowers?
RIP Beatrice Arthur 1922-2009
Yenta in Fiddler On The Roof
Vera Charles in Mame
Maude Findlay on All In The Family & on Maude
Dorothy Zbornak on The Golden Girls
If that were all, it still would have been an amazing lifetime.
A great talent as an actress & singer for seven decades on Stage, Screen & Television
Golden Globe, Tony & Emmy winner...here she sings with Rock Hudson about drug use:
"After being in the business for such a long time, I've done everything but rodeo and porno."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Dear Birds,
Gayest Post Ever: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
I want to start the weekend off with something uber-gay (my friend Tad told me last night- "there is such a thing as TOO gay") & take a moment to reflect, not just on MOVIE MUSICALS, but even gayer- CHOREOGRAPHY! This one goes out to my friend Walter Kennedy, Professor of Dance at the University of Oregon:
This clip is by blogger: And Your Little Blog, Too.
This post brought to you by: Booze in my breakfast cereal.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
New Music
Quote of the Day
“...it doesn't matter how you feel inside, you know? It's what shows up on the surface that counts. That's what my mother taught me. Take all your bad feelings and push them down, all the way down, past your knees until you're almost walking on them. And then you'll fit in, and you'll be invited to parties, and boys will like you, and happiness will follow.”
Marge Simpson
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
What Every Girl Needs...
Every woman needs friends, and I am not talking about the friends that you have because you have children the same age and you are thrown together in the ballet waiting room or the side of the baseball field... no, I am talking about those friends that you can call in the middle of the night and say "I think I may have just shit my pants." and they will calmly and evenly respond, "Well... do you have your good panties on and did you have corn for dinner?" and then you respond, "No-I think someone is in my backyard about to come in and kill and rape me-I just know it..." and they will say, "Are we talking Ted Bundy-good looking-killer or Charles Manson-holy hells bells ugly-killer?" and eventually you are in a discussion about Lifetime movies and whether or not you should wax or shave your unmentionables and you have forgotten about the frightening person on your back deck that does not exist.
A Rare Monster
Aliens Violated Cousin Steve...
This is still bugging me.
Not too far from us, was a nice little family building a sand castle. Oh how delightful it was- until we wandered closer to them and found that the Father was like, the angry, jaded foreman of sandcastle building and his 3ish and 5ish year old crew members were just not making the cut. I'd say borderline ass on the line, almost fired if they didn't watch it.
I dunno, Maybe that WAS the case. There were quite a few strangers there after all. Mike Holmes is pretty much everywhere. Him and Christopher Lloyd. Anyhow, the point is that I've finished publicly judging him and it was very cathartic for me.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I Love This!
I thought I was all done with All the Single Ladies videos, but one more time:
Do you think Shane Mercado is in there somewhere?
Oh Glorious Earth. (Plants are not sexual objects for people.)
So This Is How Crazy People Live...
- Round the Bend by The Great Divide (yes, it is even country-but I love it so much that I play it over and over and over again in my ears. I just don't know why.)
- When I Grow Up by the Pussycat Dolls. (how embarrassing... especially when they say that wanted boobies.)
- Let's Get it Started by the Black Eyed Peas (just try and not move when you hear this song. I dare ya.)
- Leavin' by Jesse McCartney (I like how he calls her "baby girl" although I don't know what a "lady raid?" is or what in the world "flyin' on the G5" means.)
- Beautiful by Akon (when I hear this song I pull up only one of my pant legs and giggle when he says "can I be your baby father" and whoever thought of calling a woman a "shorty" is a genius.)
- Keeps Gettin' Better by Christina Aguilera (it is my theme song... love when she says "serve it up in a shot and suck it up like a man. Damn straight.)
- Just Dance by Laddy GaGa. I know-I couldn't help myself.
I closed out the set with Seether's "Fake It" just to reassure you all that I am still a Rock star-nothing like a little headbanging to get all of that Pop funk off of me.
Even now, as I am sitting here with my iPod in my ears I have the urge to get up-move a little-escape this mood.
What do you do to escape a mood? Have any homeopathic remedies I can try? Acupuncture? Shopping? Give me your therapy for blowing the stink off of yourself... I can use all the help I can get because I am getting tired of knowing what 4:30 AM looks like.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Happy Birthday Stanley Snowdy!
I covet Dale's ricotta, okay?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Hair Swoon... Get Your Hair Swoon Here...
Daughter: "Mother! I can't believe you have so many children and I am carrying one when a cute boy smiles at me!"
So to make it up to my hair-loving daughter, I am going to put youngsters with hair on the Monday Swoon.
Are you even old enough to vote son?
Mirror Mirror on the wall... scoot over so my boyfriend can see himself and borrow my hairbrush and mouse and gel and hair spray... and has anyone seen my teeth whitener?
This is the worst of all... my daughter has this joker on her bedroom wall. She is Team Jacob. I know... I am embarrassed. Look at his hair! Can you imagine what the drain in the shower looks like when he is done? Ugh-gross.
Okay... fine. Sometimes I understand hair on a man. Sometimes.
*********UPDATE********************UPDATE********************
My apologies ladies... truly. I just reread this post and said WTF Jimmy! So I thought I would put some baldies on the Monday Swoon to remind us wimins that bald is beautiful-it is manly-it is easy to maintain-and it requires no extra primping in front of the mirror. Who wants a man that has to primp in the mirror? Not moi.
The Six-Pack has been schooled.
My apologies to the masses.
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