Thursday, May 20, 2010

Y is for Yammer

I thought I had all the letters planned out from R-Z.

Apparently, I forgot there's a letter between X and Z. Or else I planned something for Y and forgot what it was. Either way, the only Y word that keeps coming to mind is Yammer. Lucky you.

Completely Meaningless and Random Yammering....

A couple weeks ago, I came out of the kitchen at 8:30p and saw D2 still sitting on the couch next to Dave. I said, "Um D2, pretty sure I told you to go to bed." He sits up, looks me dead in the eye and says, "I'm watching TV..... Woman!"

Dave about fell off the couch laughing. I said, "Oooh, I will cut you little boy, you better get your butt upstairs!" but it wasn't very effective (and not at all serious) since I was also laughing pretty hard. What 6 year old talks like that?? He only said it as a joke and it was the pause that completely did me in!

Two days ago, I made an excellent sandwich. It was half a soft baguette of brown bread spread with cherry jam, then some thin deli ham, a slice of Swiss cheese then put in the oven to broil the cheese. Heaven!

Yesterday, I wanted to make another with the second half of the bread but I realized I was out of cherry jam. I almost panicked then realized I have literally 17 jars of jam in the pantry (I counted them). This sandwich is just as good with Peach jam!

I also discovered a lovely soup by accident. I put a bunch of leftovers together and decided to call it soup. Busch's Fiesta Black Bean Extravaganza + can of corn (the kind with very little water) + cut up cooked chicken = Hell Yeah!

Some strange mid-life crisis has caused me to go and buy a bunch of thong underwear. I had a brief thong phase in 1991 (when I was 21 and it made more sense). A girl I knew wore them and got me to try them. She said, "They are way sexier and normal underwear is usually up your butt anyway, right?" She's right! With these new ones I just bought, I switch them out with the bikini style I normally wear. Also, I found out the hard way that wearing a thong while working out on an elliptical machine can cause a near-fatal wedgie situation.

Speaking of working out, I forgot to tell y'all in my W post about the Singer. When I was working at that spa in Tucson, I would go to our little gym-for-hotel-guests after work and workout. That was one of the few perks of working there. The gym was located in our spa building and if no guest was waiting on you to finish, you could use it as much as you pleased! I'd go in there and workout on the recumbent bike for about 10-15 minutes each time I worked.

One day, I came into the gym and there was a woman in there, on the elliptical machine and she was singing at the top of her lungs! And, man, could she ever sing! She saw me and didn't stop, just kept on singing along with the radio. The recumbent bike was next to her machine so I had no choice but to be right next to her. The next song was one of my favorites and she saw me bobbin' my head along and said, "You should sing with me!" I was all, "Um, I don't sing well." She said, "It never matters, Little Sister, singin' is singin' and it always makes you feel good! Besides the breathing needed for singing helps you maintain better breathing while working out!" So that's how I ended up belting out Best of My Love with a complete stranger! She was a regular there and we'd always sing together - so bizarre!

I still sing while working out only, you know... not out loud. I mouth the words and breathe like I would if I was singing it loud. I save the loud singing for my car.

Movies I've Seen Recently:
Where the Wild Things Are - this movie sucked ass. We got it to watch with the boys and I was so excited about it because that's always been one of my very favorite books. The movie was horrible. It was depressing as hell, dark and really just disturbing. This movie tried it's absolute best to ruin the book for me. It failed.

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas - this movie was very excellent but also very difficult. It's about a little boy in a Nazi concentration camp. No. Scratch that. It's about a little boy who's dad gets a promotion and is now the Nazi in charge of a concentration camp. The family has to move out to the country, into a house near the camp. The family of the Nazi has no idea what's going on there. The mom knows the Jews are there but she doesn't know what exactly goes on until the Lt. Nazi accidentally tells her (about halfway through the movie). She has a big fight with her husband and starts drinking heavily. The little 8 year old boy knows nothing. He doesn't understand about the war and only knows he has moved somewhere where's there's no other children and he's lonely. He goes exploring and meets the camp-boy. They become friends.

I knew this movie was going to end badly for the camp-boy and that I would cry.

It ended so. Much. WORSE! During the last 5 minutes of the movie I had my fists at my temples and I was rocking back and forth saying, "nonononononono". That movie fucking destroyed me.

So. Yea. Now I want to read the book. (Apparently I enjoy being emotionally destroyed.) Seriously, though, there were so many nuances alluded to in the film that I've got to read this book.

Speaking of Books...

Shutter Island was finished last November (I need to change the sidebar thingy). It was EXCELLENT! I started Stephen King's Dark Tower 4 (Wizard and Glass) and it took me forever to get through it. No fault of the book, I just got into a rut reading-wise. It was a thoroughly enjoyable book!

I took a Dark Tower break (I'm reading through the whole series but I'm reading at least one book in between each of the series books) and read a book a friend gave to me about six years ago. It's called Chemical Pink and it's so very strange. I ate that thing up! It took me about two days to tear through it. I mean, it's only 270 pages but it was so bizarre and twisted I couldn't put it down. It's about a woman who wants to be a professional heavyweight bodybuilder and the man she meets who is very rich and very strange. He offers to put her up in a house, buy her a car, pay for all her training and all her drug training as well. In return, he expects... favors. His sexual tastes are.... strange. I think the least strange thing he did was to dress like a silkworm (in a tube made from silkworms) and writhe around on the floor while she steps over him in "dangerous shoes" and he begs to not be squashed.

The training and the drugs they gave her were all very detailed and fascinating. And the relationships in the book were disturbing and strange and you can't look away. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. You stare and feel dirty for staring but you just can't. Look. Away. Great book!

Now I'm reading Nightwatch. I've been wanting to read this book forever and I received it and the first sequel (Daywatch) from my friend and upstream swap partner in the Vampire Swap. So far, out of all the swapping I've done, that Vampire Swap has yet to disappoint. It's the best!

Nightwatch is one of the few books ever that I'm glad I watched the movie first. My friend Donna got Nightwatch and Daywatch on DVD and we watched them together. They are a bit confusing but VERY cool! The book is also a bit confusing but very cool! Between the movies and the book, I understand them both better and I'm flying through Nightwatch. I'll read Daywatch next then Dark Tower 5.

Giving the Best of My Love, Ruth!


k said...

Y is for Yo! Slow down!
Okay. Thanks for the warning about thongs. Wasn't ever gonna be an issue for me, for so many reasons, but, still, thanks.
And your soup? We call that "stuff." Or sometimes "stewp," depending on if you started going for soup or plate food. (Stewp being soup that got too thick.) And one of my nutrition rules is to eat food that has to be served on a plate frequently. That was back when I ate more meat, and we'd get into the hamburger rut - spaghetti, fake stroganoff, chili, that sort of thing.
We finally saw "Golden Compass," and PMG did that thing suck. I guess I'll be avoiding Wild Things too. (Although Daughter is threatening to get GC again, just to compare it scene by scene and character by character to the book - augh!)
There. I'll stop now.

Yarnhog said...

I'm glad I'm not the only one who hated "Where the Wild Things Are." For all the reasons you listed, and because when I heard they were making a movie, I wondered how they were going to turn a two-minute book into a 2-hour movie. And I guess the movie-makers had the same problem, because dear heavens I was bored silly after ten minutes!

Marissa said...

I know what you mean about a need to be emotionally destroyed...we watch Schindler's List and Fiddler on the Roof every year around Easter. Why Easter? No idea. And do both of those movies tear my heart out? Absolutely. We still do it. Something about honoring the memory. Never forget, learn from the past...that kid of thing. I will NOT be watching The Boy in the Striped Pajamas! I can't handle another heart wrenching movie I'll be compelled to watch annually into perpetuity!

Anonymous said...

I saw The Boy in the Striped Pajamas last year, and I too knew it would end badly for the camp boy. But such a good, i.e., well-made, movie, nevertheless. Just checked and Chemical Pink is available in our library system, but I think I may skip it...