One of my all time favorite shows, even today as a 30 year old, I learned so much from SS. I learned how to use music as a way to remember things, how to speak with my hands through sign language, how to be silly, and to always question things.
One of my favorite songs from the show is when Lefty the Letter Salesman tries to get Ernie to buy an O…I have a soft spot in my heart for Bert and Ernie. They remind me of my sisters a lot, especially the fish clip.
I got to meet a Muppeter a few years ago when Carroll Spinney was going around promoting his new book. Because we got there so early (I was wicked excited) I was first in line to get my book signed. It was awesome…while he didn’t bring Big Bird, Oscar was there in a duffel bag and quite angry about it.
I regret not being able to ever meet Jim Henson, but like a lot of people my age, I kinda feel like I did. You could see his character through the Muppets he controlled and all different types of his personality, especially when he was paired with Frank Oz. A great show and a wonderful thing for kids to continue to be able to watch. Who can get through the clip of Big Bird learning the Mr. Hooper died without getting teary eyed?
We had our Halloween party last night since the bar we go to has their party on the Friday before the holiday. There were a lot of interesting costumes, but we were able to take 2nd and 3rd place in the costume contest with these:
Michael was some local, but American Gothic took second place (50 bucks!) and Macho Man Randy Savage took third (20 bucks). Overall a good night.
We also had other people hopping into the picture frame through the night:
While I did not place, I liked my costume a lot. I was Amelia Earhart and my boyfriend was Ernest Hemingway:
I could totally see Amelia wearing striped socks.
Tonight, we have already bottled beer and I am going to go have dinner soon. After that, pumpkin carving!! I love Halloween
In the past 3 days, I have had 3 milestones of various size. The first is silly and only means anything to me as this is my 100th posting here.
The second, is that I am a homeowner. We have already made our mark on the house by ripping down wallpaper and writing on the walls. Already have had the first drinks, the first family visit, and the first cooking in the house.
The third, is that today is my birthday. Today, I am 30…and I had a bunch of wonderful people come out last night to participate in a scavenger hunt that I made (apparently very hard) and then drink with me. They even bought me a ride on the carousel on the Greenway. I have not had a great year…but I think the tide might be turning. I feel blessed and loved and happy…and that hasn’t happened in a long time.
Today, I am going to go play skee ball, because everyone should do that as much as possible. And then I shall go to my Grandma’s house for dinner, presents, children running around, cake, and loveliness. Yeah!
Got through yet another wedding the other day. This one was fun since I didn’t have to give any speeches but got to be in the wedding party and see a friend who I’ve know for her entire life get married. It was quite nice…the crepes at the end of the ceremony were sooo tasty.
As reminders from the wedding, I have a huge bruise on my left shin (I ran into a large piece of marble while jumping from one room to the other), some blisters on both feet from standing during the ceremony too long, a swollen toe from someone stomping me, and a lot of great photos.
Thankfully, no weddings until August again…now, I just have to slog my way through my homework. Yuck.
I am not a great teacher for skiing as I had to remember how to actually ski, so every once in a while I would tell him a new nugget as it popped back into my head from the back of my brain.
Overall, the mountain was pretty good. A few people were real big idiots, 2 snowboarders who were just lying across the steepest part of the main trail and a woman and her daughter standing at the end of the ramp for the ski lift. We actually ran into them because they wouldn’t move.
However, ending the day with a warm waffle dipped in maple syrup was a stroke of brilliance! So tasty and hot and sugary. Just what I needed.
Well, our little party was a success…only 1 car got lost and ended up by the airport. They were also the car that had a person slightly freak out when they went through the tunnels under the harbor and who asked every few minutes “Is that an airplane?!”
Too bad about the Patriots, though. The Jets suck.
We have made it back from our weekend of Maris(s)a weddings with little problems other than a serious lack of motivation to finish my internship paper, only 2 1/2 pages left! Either way, the weddings were both for a girl named Maris(s)a and could not have been more different.
Marissa and Richard had: a full mass, a weird priest, fog for their first dance (seriously Disney like), lots of drunk friends, an injury at the end of the reception, and lots of hungover 20 year olds the next day.
Marisa and Mike had: a long Protestant ceremony, a nice priest, the best appetizers that we have ever had (they had sushi and an ice fountain with drinks in it!), an injury at the beginning of the ceremony, great food for dinner (the filet melted in my mouth and the champagne was soooo good), and a lot of hungover 20 year olds the next day.
So, some similarities, but each unique. I took some pictures…but I shake and low light does not combine to make pretty pictures. Need to get a monopod or something so that I only lean instead of lean and shake.
Right now, I’m just glad to be in my own home instead of a hotel and getting this work done so I don’t have a panic attack tomorrow. The Red Sox are going to mess up my commute to school, but I’ll be home before the game ends.
In the past few years, I have rarely been to a regular wedding. Or what I might consider a traditional wedding. The one we went to in Texas not only had a Groom’s cake (with Longhorns on it), but the bride had taken photos of herself in her wedding dress and father’s cowboy boots. Another wedding we went to included a visit from Pat the Patriot:
At another wedding, we were brought up to the 14th floor above Washington, D.C. with sweeping views of the monuments and my cousin getting dollar bills stuffed down her dress. And she isn’t a spring chicken, either.
This weekend, we have more memories in the making as there are 2, TWO!, weddings to go to. My cousin Richard is getting married to Marissa in CT and our friends Mike and Marisa (notice, same name, different spelling) are getting married in NY. They both hold a promise of fun, good times, and slight headaches (open bars at both) with ample opportunity to take lots of great photos. I cannot wait 🙂