Big Brother is watching you...

So, I always like to see how people come to my blog through search engines and I got a slightly disturbing hit yesterday... searching for "is there a meaning to die on your birthday." Hopefully seeing Jaime's last birthday party (which had not mention of death in it, by the way...) was one of the more cheerful returns.

Most strangers seem to find the blog because I use a lot of song lyrics and movie quotes in my titles. So I feel bad for whoever was searching for "self realization" and got stuck with someone borrowing a quote from Real Genius...

But my favorite search of all time will be "anti smoking sock monkeys."

I want a coo-oo-oo-ool rider...

So, tonight Jaime and I watched Grease on TV for some family bonding time. She loves the film and has been talking about it all day. She also was looking forward to seeing Grease 2 for the first time because there was a double feature on cable tonight with both.

So she asks me whether Grease 2 is as good as the original and I explain to her, "It's terrible. You'll love it. Just wait till the bowling song." Because it is terrible and for some reason I can't help myself from watching it... It's just so awful, it's almost... mesmerizing...

Anyway, I think she made it about ten minutes into the movie before she decided to go to bed. I'll bet money that she still watches it tomorrow on DVR, though...

Walking the line upside down

So, my mom called me earlier this evening because she just found her cat Neville dead. She was beyond upset, so I went over to take care of him for her. The little cat was lying in my dad's old recliner, poor guy. He was really Dad's cat (we used to joke that he was Dad's familiar) and he never really has been the same since Dad died...

Even stranger, today is the exact date last year that my father was hospitalized and the whole journey with cancer began. I find it disturbing that Neville picked this day to go... Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I don't know.

This pizza is a work of art.

You think that's art? You should see the meatballs...

You say it's your birthday...

So, yesterday was Jaime's birthday party. We had it quite late because she wanted to have it at the movie theater and both her movie choices, Pink Panther 2 and Coraline, didn't open until this weekend. Sadly, Coraline's movie time didn't mesh with the party time, so we ended up seeing the Pink Panther. (Why? Why, lord why do you torture me so?) Of course the kids loved it, so in the end I guess that's what matters... That and she got a nice pink party theme...



I'm a big fan of stress free parties. I would much rather pay more to have a party outside of my home and has built in entertainment. So, Regal Cinemas was the way to go. We got "VIP treatment" from the manager , led to our own section and then they brought all the snacks out to the kids in the theater instead of having to wait in any lines. Not having to worry about these things was quite nice. But the extra bonus was the tour of the theater.



The kids really enjoyed he tour, as did I. As an added bonus, Jaime got to start one of the movies, which was a very exciting thing for a ten year old. They also gave her a free movie poster and film strips for all the kids. Overall, another successful birthday party. And Jaime is already planning next year's party... Oh boy.

Just not a meanderer...

So, on the walkway into work this morning I was stuck behind two women who were chatting and strolling alone as slooooowly as possible. And in my mind I was silently cursing them and willing them to move FASTER so I don't end up clocking late in to work. The person next to me commented that she was also frustrated with how slowly these two were moving, then made the pithy observation that maybe she should try meandering along some time instead of constantly rushing around.

I have to say, it made me think. Maybe these women know something I don't. Maybe I should try meandering a little bit more, too. So, I tried it and I don't think I even made it a full minute. I guess I'm just not a meanderer...

Hell is Chrome

So, showing proof of my undying love for my child I fulfilled her birthday wish by taking her to the Seventh Circle of Hell... I mean Chuck E. Cheese. After undercooked, possibly salmonella ridden pizza, screaming crying children, screaming crying parents, etc... I remembered why it had been so many years since I chose to venture forth into the abyss. I also watched an animatronic mouse singing "Everybody Wants to Rule the World", which did add a nice surreal touch to the experience.

Anyway, I think it'll be a while until I return. I hit my Chuck E. Cheese limit pretty quickly. But at least I wasn't as bad off as this guy: