busybee

just because he is far away, and I am eating his chips & salsa.

Several weeks ago, I attempted to get Jeff to do a video-blog with me about our upcoming trip to NYC.  He was not in the mood, he was being inappropriate, and I ended up getting frustrated with him as he pulled a pair of ski-goggles over his face (true story).  It was then that I shut the computer down and said "nevermind" in a tone that could shoot daggers across continents.

Today, while cleaning through the laptop, I happened upon the two "takes" that came from my failed attempt, and thought them amusing enough to share with the internet.  I hope you enjoy them! 

Take one...

 

Take two...

Sunday night fodder.

If you thought the first video was riveting, this one will knock your socks off.

I also enjoy the "floating head" special effect made possible by a black turtleneck sweater some very expensive CGI.

Do as the video tells you, because I really want my big prize.

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OUCH Charlie...

In the spirit of needing something light hearted to giggle at today...  Please watch the following 2 videos, in the order in which they are posted...

The original, which on it's own is cute, and giggle worthy!

And now the remix...  Which made me laugh so hard, I had an asthma attack.

Oh, the simple things that entertain me.

Back later with the Keeg update.

I carried a watermelon?!

In light of recent events, I feel it very necessary to reflect upon this topic...

When I was 11-years-old, My Mom told me I was not allowed to see the movie Dirty Dancing (and with good reason).  So like any other true-blooded-defiant-sneaky-little-pain-in-the-rear American Child, I watched it at a friends house, during a sleep-over.

I think most women my age (and even those that are not my age) will tell you that their lives were forever changed by this movie.  Not only because Patrick Swayze's hair was so spectacularly feathery, or because of one-liners as time-stopping as "Nobody puts Baby in a corner," but because we've all known a Johnny Castle at some point/time in our lives, and he probably taught us a lot more than how to lock our "spaghetti arms."

And c'mon girls.  We'd all be lying if we said we never slo-mo'ed the scene where a very nekkid Patrick climbs out of bed...  Go on, admit it...  you did it too!

Yup.  Patrick Swayze took up some prime real-estate on my bedroom wall between the ages of 11 and 13.  And even though it sort of creeps me out that he is old enough to be my father, I will be sending him well wishes as he battles cancer... 

My heart "guh-gungs" only for you, Patrick. 

latest obsession

Have you ever watched that show on the Discovery Channel?  Man vs. Wild?  It is so fricken addictive, it's not even funny.  Last night I found myself searching feverishly for upcoming episodes so that I could fill up my DVR with hours of good fun survival strategies.  Ya know - in case I ever get dropped in the middle of Iceland and have to scale glaciers to find my way home.

The basic premise of the show is that this guy, Bear Grylls, gets dropped (literally, he parachutes in from a plane) in the middle of some EXTREME terrain, with only a water-bottle, a flint, and a knife, and basically has to use his survival skills to get himself out alive.

At first, I was watching because I thought Bear was hunky, and slightly charming with his British accent.  That is, until I watched the episode where he found a dead mountain goat, cut out it's eyeballs, and ate them (for protein).  Angie tells me that there is another episode (which I have yet to see) where he pees on his shirt and ties it around his head to cool himself down, and later comments on how much it smells.  I gotta say, Bear - you're probably not winning many points with the ladies!  Or the camera guy, for that matter!

However, his pronunciation of the words glacier (glah-seer) and vitamin (vitt-min) more than make up for any of the gross things he has to do.

But I gotta admit, he's clever!  Much cooler than MacGyver!  From watching the show, I have basically come to terms with the fact that if faced with an extreme survival situation, I'd pretty much be a goner.  I base this conclusion solely on the fact that I can't even walk through doorways without breaking toes, and the fact that you will never ever ever (in a million years) find me eating the eyeballs of a dead mountain goat. 

But considering where I take my vacations, I'm not thinking I will be utilizing any of my newly learned survival skillz anytime soon.  I'm pretty sure the only skill necessary to survive on the beaches of Florida is the skill to wave down the cabana boy to bring me another margarita!

Watch the show!  It rocks!