Wordless Wednesday - 1980-ish

This says sooooo much about my sanity.

The Macaroni Grill

I have a couple of lingering birthday stories to share this week, so today I will tell you about The Macaroni Grill.



Since two of my last five birthdays have been spent pregnant, I think I was trying to make up for it this year. I went out one night last week to celebrate with Amy and Heather, and we decided on The Macaroni Grill. Love that place!! Anyway, Heather and I were planning to split a bottle of wine. Since Amy has a baby due March 13, she was not partaking in our little drink-fest.

Well, at Macaroni Grill, if you order their house wine, they bring the whole (liter-sized) bottle to the table, and you pay by the glass. You just mark down each time you have a glass, and they total it up at the end. So we ordered a big-ass bottle of chianti, and we were ready to get started.

At first we did pretty well, and only had a couple of glasses. Then, they brought us a free dessert for my birthday and sang Happy Birthday in operatic Italian. That called for one more half glass of wine. Woo hoo. After that, we were ready to pay the bill. Right then, Heather’s husband, Jim (from here on out to be known as BL), showed up. I’m sure you remember her husband from my blogs about “The Wedding.”

Anyway, we realized we were more tipsy than we thought when we started commenting on Amy’s track record with birthday presents. The woman at the table next to me was telling me how cool my gifts were. And I said, “Yes, they did really well this year.” BL said, “As opposed to?”

And I said, “Oh please don’t make me refer to the birthday we shall just call ‘the quesadilla maker incident.’” BL’s response? “A quesadilla maker? Isn’t that a spatula?”

Exactly.

That pretty much did it for Amy, and she was out the door, flipping us off the whole way . . . with love. At that point, BL decided to have his dinner. Well, we couldn’t just sit there and watch him eat, right? So, Heather and I kept drinking the wine.

I think I knew I was basically screwed when I was attempting to shove the cork back in the bottle and it flew across the room, attracting the attention of near-by tables. This also drew comments from people wishing me a happy birthday, since they had heard the singing and seen me opening the fun gifts.

I flagged down the waitress to tell her we owed her money for more wine, and she just smiled and said, “Happy Birthday.” Dude! Free wine! Free chocolate cake! Macaroni Grill kicks ass!

Of course they were probably glad to see me leave. In addition to pelting people with wine corks, I have a loud laugh that tends to carry. At least I admit it. I know I’m loud. It also didn’t help that I was passing out my business cards for Passion Parties on the way out the door.

Manic Monday – Yellow

I will warn you now, this is an uncharacteristic serious post for me. But I figured I can throw in a serious post once every few months to keep everyone on their toes, right?

Yellow journalism - a pejorative reference to journalism that features scandal-mongering, sensationalism, or other unethical or unprofessional practices by news media organizations or individual journalists.

I don’t know if everyone knows this about me, but I not only consider myself a writer because I have an incredibly entertaining blog. I also have a degree in journalism, and once upon a time I did a lot of technical and documentation writing before taking on the career of a stay-at-home mom.

Therefore, I have a soft spot for communication issues and media law in general, as well as the lengths to which “journalists” will go to get a story.

One of the most blatant instances of yellow journalism that has always stuck with me happened by USA Today in 1992.

In addition to being a journalist, I am also a huge fan of tennis. Arthur Ashe was one of America’s great heroes, proving not only to be an amazing tennis player, but also to be a practical and productive activist. He was a great man.

Mr. Ashe officially retired from tennis in 1980 after suffering a heart attack and undergoing a quadruple bypass. In 1983, he needed an additional bypass, after which he received a blood transfusion. Five years later, he discovered he had acquired the AIDS virus, almost definitely as a result of the blood transfusion, which had occurred two years before mandatory testing for the HIV virus was required in donated blood.

Believing a public announcement would infringe on his family's right to privacy, particularly that of his young daughter; Camera, he revealed his illness only to his closest friends. But in April 1992, Mr. Ashe discovered that USA Today was preparing to follow up rumors that he was HIV-positive. The newspaper's editors told Mr. Ashe that if he would not confirm the rumors, they would attempt to find someone who would.

"Match point had come, and I had lost it," Mr. Ashe explained. "All I could do now was try to control the announcement itself, to have it heard directly from me."

Mr. Ashe made a public announcement and told the world he was stricken with full-blown AIDS. The fact that he had been forced into going public with his private turmoil made people think about the rights of the press and the rights to privacy.

Mr. Ashe was angry that "this newspaper; any newspaper or any part of the media, could think it had a right to tell the world I had AIDS." Yet he seized this as a motivational tool for educating the public and combating AIDS. He created the Arthur Ashe Foundation for the Defeat of AIDS, received the first Annual AIDS Leadership Award from the Harvard AIDS Institute, and addressed the United Nations on World AIDS Day.

It was Mr. Ashe’s inability to fight off pneumonia that finally took his life on February 6, 1993, leaving his wife and 6-year-old daughter.

More than 5,000 people filed by his casket in the Virginia Governor's Mansion, mourning the loss of a child from the segregated South who had become a gift to the world, a victim of years of illness who had fought to erase decades of injustice, a man who, says Roy S. Johnson, "had the frailest of bodies but moved mountains."

With my background in journalism, I am quite familiar with the importance of getting a scoop. But, I can also tell the difference between news and sensational yellow journalism, which is employed for no other reason than to sell newspapers.

I would like to think we live in a society where ethical journalism and the importance of people mean more than making money.

I have not picked up a USA Today since April 1992. And I don’t ever plan to again.

Computer Update

My new laptop computer finally arrived yesterday around 2:00 p.m. The company called yesterday morning and said it would be delivered that day. They couldn’t give us a time, nor could they tell us what the heck happened to our computer the day before, so that remains a mystery.

I was expecting our computer to show up with a passport stamped with a few different countries by the time it ultimately arrived.

After it finally got here, I was extremely excited until I was harshly reminded of how technology illiterate I can be. I was ready to get on the Internet, but I lacked a wireless router.

Off we went to Office Depot in search of a router. I walked in and started asking questions, and they told me they would go get their computer expert, Phil.

A skinny kid with big glasses and peach fuzz walked over to me, anxious to help. This is where I need that filter on my mouth. I said, “YOU are the EXPERT?! What are you? 16?” The poor kid said, “No ma’am. I’m 19.”

19, my ass! He didn’t even look like he had hit puberty yet. Luckily, he was helpful, and I got my router. Once I got home, it seemed to take me forever to install it, even though Phil assured me it was easy and that if I just followed the Wizard, I would be “golden.”

I did finally manage to install it, but I can’t seem to get to all of my regular Web sites. I’m guessing there’s a security issue somewhere that I can’t figure out how to address. And I am completely at a loss as to how in the bloody hell to set up a network with my desktop computer.

I really consider myself a fairly intelligent individual, but this whole thing escapes me. I am about 24 hours away from breaking down and calling Tech Guys to come out and do it for me. Or better yet, maybe I should go back to Office Depot and see if Phil makes house calls.

Photo Hunters - Soft

I decided to participate in Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt this week. Mainly because the word is soft, and I have lots of pictures like this:

My big soft kitties, Marcel and Coconut are enjoying a quiet moment in which there aren't two children climbing on them, combing them or coloring them with markers. Relaxation for the poor kitties is very rare in our house.

The Glitch

I wish I could tell you that I am writing this blog from my brand spanking new laptop computer. Unfortunately, I can’t! After an awesome birthday, there had to be a glitch. My birthday computer, which Eric ordered online, was supposed to be delivered on my birthday before 5:00 p.m., and my loving husband had been tracking it.

At 11:00 a.m., he checked the tracking and it said, “Delivered,” but it was not here. I didn’t think anything of it. I said, “Oh, they probably mark it delivered right before they bring it. I’m sure it will be here.” And we went about our day.

By 4:00, still no computer. Eric was extremely irate, and I was getting annoyed. Eric called, and the company told him that it had been delivered, and not only that, but someone had signed for it. My response? “Oh, crap.”

I immediately started trying to think of which one of our neighbors signed for my computer and then decided to keep it. Stalker Betty from across the street? The crazy alcoholic next door? I’ve got my eye on them!

The company said the person who signed for it signed, “KKK.” Other than being a little cryptic, I don’t know what the heck that means.

So, after Eric hemmed and hawed for a little while (without raising his voice), they said they would have someone from the “Resolutions” department call us back tomorrow. Unfortunately (or fortunately), Eric wouldn’t give me the phone. I immediately go into what my hypnotherapist calls “fight or flight mode” and I am ready to kick someone's sorry ass until they give me a resolution NOW.

I have since calmed down. Wine and ice cream cake helped. But, dude! Seriously! I want my computer! And someone else is sitting down with it right now looking up porn. Not. cool.

Thank you!!

I want to thank you all once again for making my birthday so special!! My blog buddies are great, and I get all excited over unexpected gifts!

In addition to a very special Thursday Thirteen, just look at what Morgen gave me:



This is now my new desktop wallpaper. And after this, I will refrain from posting Went photos on my blog . . . for a while anyway.

In other surprises, I went to Caribou Coffee today for my free coffee, and Aaron had my birthday present – a bottle of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon! Oh yeah, baby! I vaguely remember getting smashed on enjoying that wine at his house in December when I did his Passion Party. Woo hoo! I immediately went to Whole Foods to invest in some of their dark chocolate truffles to enjoy with the wine. What a fun birthday treat!!

After that, I went to buy myself something fun at Crate & Barrel. I love that store!! It just opened here in KC last year, and it rocks! Anyway, I have desperately needed a corkscrew for awhile. Mine is worn out, and doesn’t screw into the cork evenly. Needless to say, I usually end up with the cork in pieces before I’m able to get it out. So, I bought a spanking new cork screw and a really fun wine stopper. Here’s the best part! They couldn’t find the price for the wine stopper, so the girl just shrugged and put it in my bag. Oh yeah! She didn’t even charge me for it! Happy Birthday to me from Crate & Barrel!

13 Things That Make Today a Happy Birthday!

Today is the day I turn 35! Following are a few things that are making this one hell of a celebration!

1. Free Caribou Coffee!! They emailed me a coupon, so I can’t wait to enjoy my caffeine high – for FREE!! I wonder if that includes extra espresso shots?

2. No snow! After a barrage of snow this winter – including another bout of the evil white Winter’s spawn last weekend – it was 60 degrees today. It all melted! No snow on my birthday! The angels are singing!

3. Dairy Queen ice cream cake – Best freaking ice cream cake ever! The gooey chocolate, the crunchy chocolate middle. Oh yeah, baby! This is my birthday cake every year!

4. All new Grey’s Anatomy! They’re not really going to kill Meredith off are they? ARE THEY?!!!

5. Unexpected presents – A Starbucks gift card from Andrea, complete with coffee mugs; a coffee clock from Heather, plus an iTunes gift card! I freaking love presents! And my friends rock!

6. Eli, my 4-year-old, has promised to give me the biggest, Biggest, BIGGEST kiss EVER!! I can’t wait!

7. Eric is going to give me a massage . . . with the Smitten! Woo hoo!!

8. Eric has promised to cut his hair short and let me call him Went the whole day. I think he’s kidding, but isn’t he sweet to indulge my unhealthy obsession?

9. I left my birthday celebration with my friends the other night with a purple chianti mustache. Now that’s the sign of a good party!

10. Chocolate nachos! Cheeseburger in Paradise, here I come!

11. Laptop computer – My sweet, sweet husband bought me a laptop computer!! Can we afford it? No! Did he have to put it on credit card(s)? Yes! Do I care? Hell no! I’m getting a f*cking computer!!

12. I took the children in for haircuts, and they were actually well-behaved! Now that is not only a nice gift, it’s a miracle! It could have had something to do with the fact that their respective stylists were holding them in place, but still!

13. My blog friends! This last year, I have made some amazing friends, which I never expected when starting a blog. Here are some of their wonderful birthday presents: Look at what Morgen gave me! And Sadie! And Desert Songbird! And Sanni’s tribute brought tears to my eyes!

I love all of you!!! Thank you for helping make this the best birthday ever!!

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Wordless Wentworth Wednesday!

Since my birthday is tomorrow, I decided to wish myself a Happy Birthday with Wordless Went'sday!! I hope all the ladies and gay men out there enjoy this as much as I do!!

The Extravaganza Continues

My goodness, I think I have a hangover from Morgepalooza! I hope everyone had a chance to check out the party going on at It’s A Blog Eat Blog World! Morgen rocked the house for his 40th birthday. 40 posts!! And I have trouble some days coming up with anything to say! I hope your birthday was a great one, Mo!!

Where Morgen has Morgepalooza, we have Neila’s Birthday Extravaganza. This really started a few years ago when Eli was learning to talk. It’s really fun to listen to a 2-year-old say “extravaganza.”

Eric always takes my actual birthday off work to celebrate, and if it’s near a weekend (like this year, it’s on Thursday), he takes Friday off too, so it’s a four-day celebration. Combine that with a three-day weekend the weekend before for Presidents’ Day, and it’s quite a celebration. This year, it’s seriously turning into a week-long event. By the time I’m 40, I’m hoping to reserve the entire month of February for the Extravaganza, but we’re still working on that.

Saturday night, I had a Passion Party that kicked ass! It was so much fun! I sold eight vibrators, and there were only six ladies in attendance. They are going to get down with their bad selves! I feel so proud! I was just happy that all of the women seemed to know what a clitoris was and where it was. I had a party last month in which that was not the case. Dude! A woman who doesn’t know where her clitoris is?! Not. Cool. Because you know that meant her husband doesn’t know either. And this woman has four children. Angels are crying somewhere over her lack of orgasms.

Anyway, after my Passion Party, I went to my friend Rebecca’s party. Her birthday was last week, so she was having quite a celebration at her house. I was quite giddy by the time I got home. Then, on Sunday, Eric’s parents watched the kids so we could go out to eat.

It sounds like such a small event, but I can’t tell you how nice it is to go out to an adult restaurant and be able to eat without a child screaming or climbing on me. I almost didn’t want to leave. When we did finally leave, Eric and I took advantage of our rare alone time, and made out in the car like a couple of 16-year-olds. What is it about making out in a car that just gets the juices flowing? I think it awakens some teenage hormones or something. The good thing is that we can now go home to bed, which is much more comfortable than hopping in the back seat.

My goodness, there’s some TMI and then some for you all!

Tomorrow, the extravaganza continues as I’m going out to dinner with Amy and Heather. I’m dragging them to Macaroni Grill for bread, wine and pasta. Yum-O! Then on Wednesday night, I’m celebrating with Stacey and Andrea. I don’t know where we’re going yet, but I am going to have to go on a serious diet by the time this week is over. Until then, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it!!!

Manic Monday Celebration – Happy Birthday, Morgen!!

Today’s Manic Monday word, appropriately, is CELEBRATE!! That is perfect since it coincides with Morgepalooza (aka Morgen at It’s A Blog Eat Blog World’s 40th Birthday!).

That’s right everyone! Our dear friend Morgen is turning the big 4-0 today. So please join me in wishing him a Happy Happy Birthday! Better yet, make sure you head over to It’s A Blog Eat Blog World and wish him a happy birthday in person!

Morgen, I hope you enjoy your cyber present from your favorite Blog Mommy!

Happy Birthday!!

We here at Blog That Mommy! are also looking toward the birthday horizon, since I am celebrating the big 3-5 on Thursday!

35!! Jeez! How did that happen? It seems like I just graduated from high school yesterday, and then I woke up today and I’m a soccer mom with an SUV and two kids. WTF?!! Oh well, I’m loving every minute of it, so I can’t complain. But that doesn’t mean I plan to celebrate my 35th birthday completely sober. Needless to say, I will be writing my Thursday Thirteen early this week.

So, anyway, double birthdays, double the fun! This is birthday extravaganza week in my realm of the blogosphere, and what better way to start that off than with a little Kool & the Gang! This is the first record I ever bought with my own meager allowance – that’s right, I said RECORD. I bought the 45 single of . . . you got it! Celebration! Enjoy, everyone!!!!

Ouch!

Welcome to my newest series. This one is entitled “Things that hurt like a Mo Fo when you step on them in the middle of the night.”

Are you ready?


Dude! I can’t begin to tell you the expletives that came out of my mouth. I think my foot is still bleeding.

The Preschool Party

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What an exhausting week this has been! We spent our snow day on Tuesday baking a cake for Valentine’s Day. I really don’t know what got into me. I always think it will be fun making treats with the children. But it evolves into me trying to measure ingredients and stir while Eli is sticking his hands in everything to taste it and Georgia is screaming and climbing up my leg.

Amidst the chaos, we made a fudge strawberry torte, which I posted below. It is wonderful! I lifted it from Pillsbury’s Web site, but I thought it was a good excuse for me to participate in Friday's Feast, so there you go.

Wednesday, I decided to take Eli to preschool in case they had their Valentine’s Day party that day since school had been cancelled the previous day. Remember how I said, “What are they going to do? Send us home?” Yeah, well, they sent us home. That’ll teach me to have a smart-ass attitude about everything. Luckily, the party was rescheduled for Thursday when all the kids would be there. So we packed up Eli’s valentines (again) and headed off to school on Thursday.

I was all happy with myself since I had my little individual bags full of candy for each child. Unfortunately, Desert Songbird’s evil twin apparently has a daughter in my son’s class. When Eli brought home his big sack of Valentines, I started rifling through it to evaluate the achievements and creativity of the other moms admire the cute Valentines from the other children. I was patting myself on the back as I pulled out Valentine after Valentine with one piece of candy taped to a little store-bought Valentine.

Then, I pulled out “the one.” There was one Valentine that consisted of a big bag of candy with a big handmade (!!!) card attached to it with a cute little ribbon. The card had a heart-shaped picture of the little girl on the front. You opened it up, and there were tons of Valentines stickers, and then on the back it said, “Lovingly handmade by (girl’s name)” WTF?!!! And I thought I was an over-achiever. Oh well, this gives me something to strive for for next year. Eric told me I need to calm down now or I’m going to be suffering from some serious ulcers by the time Eli is in first grade.

At least the mom’s coffee was rescheduled for today, too. Georgia and I went and hung out while drinking very weak coffee and I pimped my Passion Parties chatted with other moms. I did meet some other moms who seemed like lots of fun. One mom who I always thought looked kind of bitchy turned out to be freaking hysterical, so that was great! And two of the other moms lit up when they found out I did Passion Parties and started asking me questions about Gigi. Now they want to book a party! Yippy skippy!!

And to top it all off, I won the door prize drawing for free flowers. Why is it that when Eric got me a huge vase of roses and daisies on Valentine’s Day, I was warm and happy, but when I won a small vase of flowers at the preschool, I was ecstatic. My competitive nature? Hmmm. . . I’ll have to analyze that.

Friday's Feast (kind of)

It's Friday, and I'm posting a recipe. That's my definition of Friday's Feast - I'm such a rebel.

Anyway, I blatantly stole this recipe from Pillsbury. But, it is AWESOME!! I have made it a couple of times, and you can also use frozen strawberries if fresh strawberries are not readily available. This cake rocks!!

Fudge-Strawberry Cream Torte

Ingredients:

Brownie Layers
1 box (19.5 oz) Pillsbury® Brownie Classics Traditional fudge brownie mix
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup water
3 eggs

Strawberry Cream
3 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 package (8 oz) cream cheese, softened
1 container (6 oz) Yoplait Thick & Creamy strawberry yogurt
1 1/2 cups finely chopped fresh strawberries

Chocolate Fudge
1/2 cup whipping cream
1 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips (9 oz)

Garnish
1 teaspoon powdered sugar
6 small to medium fresh whole strawberries, halved

Directions
1 . Heat oven to 350°F. Spray bottoms of 2 (9-inch) round cake pans with cooking spray.* Make brownie mix as directed on box for cake-like brownies using oil, water and eggs. Spread half of batter evenly in each pan. Bake 18 to 23 minutes. Cool on wire racks 10 minutes. Run knife around brownie layers to loosen. Place wire racks upside down over pans; turn racks and pans over. Remove pans. Cool completely, about 35 minutes.

2 . Meanwhile, in small bowl, beat granulated sugar and cream cheese with electric mixer on medium speed until well blended. Beat in strawberry yogurt until smooth and creamy. Fold in chopped strawberries. Refrigerate while brownie layers cool.

3 . In 1-quart saucepan, heat whipping cream over medium heat, stirring constantly, just until cream begins to boil. Remove from heat. Add chocolate chips; press into cream. Cover; let stand 3 minutes. Vigorously beat with wire whisk until smooth. Cool completely, about 30 minutes.

4 . To assemble torte, place 1 brownie layer on serving plate. Spread half of strawberry cream evenly over brownie to within 1 inch of edge. Carefully spoon and spread half of chocolate fudge almost to edge of strawberry cream. Repeat layers, ending with chocolate fudge. Arrange halved strawberries in spoke fashion on top of torte. Refrigerate at least 1 hour before serving.

5 . To serve,** sprinkle powdered sugar over top of torte and around plate. Carefully cut torte with hot knife into wedges to avoid “cracking” of chocolate fudge on top. Store loosely covered in refrigerator.

High Altitude (3500-6500 ft):Stir 1/2 cup flour into dry brownie mix. Increase water to 1/3 cup. Bake 21 to 25 minutes.

13 Things Said By My 4-year-old

Also known as 13 Eli-isms! Eli says so many funny things that I decided to start writing them down. These are a few gems he came up with over the past couple of weeks.

1. When I served him dinner – “Get that off the table! It’s slimy and smelly.”

2. When I hugged him – “MOMMY! You are popping my personal space bubble!”

3. When he saw the sign at the entrance to the library that said no weapons, he shouted, “Well it sure is a good thing we didn’t bring our gun!”

4. When we were at a standstill in bumper-to-bumper traffic – “Mommy? Are we stuck in the doldrums?”

5. After watching my husband shave – “I am not EVER going to have hair on my face like daddy!”

6. When eating lunch – “Mommy, look! When I chew up green beans, it makes green lettuce.” Then, he proceeded to spit it out and show me.

7. To his 19-month-old sister – “No, Georgia! You can NOT have mommy’s beer!” Always good advice. . .

8. In regards to his little sister – “Mommy, how old does Georgia have to be before she grows a penis?”

9. Whenever we pass a deer crossing sign – “Shhhh! You have to be very quiet. We’re going through a moose forest!”

10. To the librarian at preschool – “Actually, I don’t like books anymore. I prefer DVDs!”

11. On his way to the bathroom – “I need to go to the bathroom REALLY bad! My tummy is doing the cha-cha!”

12. When we went into a public restroom, he shouted, “Mommy, do you have a quarter? I REALLY need a tampon!”

13. When I held his hand going into the grocery store – “Mommy, let go! You’re going to rip my arm off!”

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Wordless Wednesday - Bath Time

The Superior Valentine

Tuesday was supposed to be Eli’s Valentine’s Party at preschool, and I was ready to do it up! Last year, when we got his Valentines for the preschool party, I wanted to get candy to put with them. Eric said, “No. The last thing the kids need is more candy. I’m sure everyone else will just be passing out regular Valentines.”

Well, apparently, things have changed since 1979. Back then (oh jeez – I’m old enough to say “back then”), you chose your Muppets valentines down at Gibson’s, signed your name and passed them out at school. So that is what we did with Eli.

They do it differently now. Valentines mean candy . . . and lots of it! When Eli brought home his little paper sack last year full of all of his Valentines, it was full of candy. Some had little Valentines taped to candy, and some didn’t even bother with Valentines and just wrote their names on the candy wrapper. Have you seen this? The Valentine candy now actually has "To:" and "From:" on the wrapper.

As you can imagine, I was mortally embarrassed as we were Eli was the only one who just passed out regular Valentines with no candy.

This year, I was not about to let that happen again. Not only was I NOT going to repeat last year’s Valentine’s debacle, but I felt the need to go above and beyond to make up for it. I bought cute little Valentine’s bags for each child, stuffed them full of candy bars and suckers, then taped the Valentines of Eli’s choosing (Backyardigans) to the sack. They were cute and full of sugar. Perfect.

We got them all ready on Monday night, and then went to bed. We woke up Tuesday morning to six inches of snow. School was cancelled. Are you f*cking kidding me?! It’s amazing that steam could still come out of my ears when it was only 2 degrees outside. I was not happy.

Eli goes to preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Since we didn’t have school on Tuesday, the party would be rescheduled for Wednesday – when he’s NOT there! Yes, he can bring his Valentines on Thursday, but that’s not the point. I don’t want him to miss the party! I He worked hard on those damn Valentines.

Not only that, but the school was also having a mothers’ appreciation day on Tuesday. After we dropped the kids off, we were supposed to go to the community room and enjoy free cookies and coffee. I want my free cookies!!

So, I am planning to take Eli to school on Wednesday anyway, which is not his scheduled day. What are they going to do? Send us home? I would like to see them try. Eric thinks I am taking this a little too seriously. Me? Take something too seriously? Never!

Love, sweet love

Saturday was the big day. We brought home our new baby. . .

In all honesty, we paid more for the Dyson than we paid to the hospital when I gave birth to Eli. What’s wrong with that picture? Hmmm . . .

But, that’s okay. For $450, I am in lurve with my new purple Dyson. We went to Kohl’s on Saturday, and Eric made one last ditch attempt to try to talk me into some Eureka thing. But I only had eyes for my Purple D.

Then Eric tried to get me to choose a Dyson that was $100 cheaper, but if I was going to spend that much money, I wanted the one with all of the attachments. This one sucks up pet hair, cleans upholstery, and pretty much does everything except change diapers.

When Eric started trying to talk me into the yellow one, I picked up this baby (there was a handle on the box) and carried it to the register.

I played with it all afternoon on Saturday!

When I vacuumed for the first time, the dirt on the floor looked like it was literally chasing the Dyson. It’s as if the dirt was too good to be sucked up by anything less.

And here’s the coolest feature. The hose is like a slinky. It compacts right up into the handle, but it is so long when you stretch it out, that I can set the vacuum at the bottom of the stairs, and the hose will stretch clear to the top of the stairs! Isn’t that awesome?! I can clean my damn stairs without having to carry the vacuum up and down with me! This thing rocks!!

I am in complete and utter bliss.

Manic Monday – Spike

This week’s word for Manic Monday inspiration is Spike. At first I thought I would post an old picture of myself with short spiky hair. Then I looked at one of those pictures. *shiver* Scratch that idea.

So, this is the next thing that came to mind.

My all-time favorite TV show is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, I know a lot of you think it’s Prison Break. Incidentally, Wentworth Miller appeared in an episode of Buffy in Season 2, and a very brief snippet of Went can be seen in the opening credits of Buffy, Season 3, at 34 seconds in. (See below.)

But, I digress. No show will ever top Buffy. Buffy had the best writing of any TV show ever. The dialogue was amazing. Oh, I miss Buffy so much. Enjoy the theme song as I stroll down my Buffy memory lane. Incidentally, this is also the ring tone on my cell.

What does this have to do with the word “Spike” you might ask.

This. Is. Spike.

Also known as William the Bloody, Spike was so deliciously evil. Introduced in the first season, he was one bad-ass vampire, who had the legacy of having killed two Slayers. He was after Buffy, but one of the great things about Spike was his unhealthy obsession with Drusilla, a female vampire who was previously driven insane by Angel. Nothing more fun than a crazy vamp.

Anyway, Spike was a regular on Buffy up until the end, but he was best in the first two seasons, in my opinion. Then he was neutered in Season 3, and he was unable to hurt people. After that he lost that bad-ass quality, although he was still quite enjoyable. Although, I NEVER got the whole Spike/Buffy romance, but that is a whole ‘nother blog.

Spike did play a huge part in saving the world in the Buffy finale, and then he showed up on Angel. I’m still not quite sure how they were able to conjure Spike up after he was obliterated at the end of Buffy, but they did manage to do it, even though he didn’t have his corporeal form.

Jeez – this would take way too long to explain. My recommendation is to check out Buffy on DVD if you have not seen it already. You can enjoy James Marsters as the delightfully wicked Spike as well as all the other amazing villains, including Glory, Angelus, and my personal fave – the Mayor.

It’s a fabulous TV show! In the words of Buffy Summers, “We saved the world. I say we party!”

Car Tipping

I was amazed the other day to find out that two small children can come extremely close to tipping over an SUV. I had popped in the Wiggles CD, and Eli, Georgia and I were bopping along. Eli usually wants to listen to one of his CDs in the car, and the Wiggles and LazyTown are my favorites.

Anyway, when we came to a stoplight, my car was rocking like it was on hydraulics. The person in the lane next to me even glanced at me as if to say WTF? I just glanced back at him and smiled, as if to say “Sup? I know I’m cool.”

He probably couldn’t see my two children in the backseat who were rocking themselves so hard back and forth that I was momentarily terrified they would throw themselves from the vehicle. Thank God for safety restraints.

What song has this effect on my children, you may ask? Here you go:

Return of the Orange Goblin

That’s right. The Orange Goblin (aka our new Hoover vacuum) is going back to hell on the horse it rode in on. Why, you may ask? Because the belt on the f*cking thing broke the second time I used it! Even the Bissell Powerf*ck lasted longer than that.

Buzzzz! Thank you for playing anyway, Orange Goblin. Don’t let the door hit you in your bright orange ass on the way out.

When Eric got home tonight, he actually started to lay partial blame on me. I’m sorry, what?

Oh, hell no!

You see, today’s issue started because the lovely Passion Parties office decided for whatever the hell reason to stop packing our shipments in air bags and instead pack them in Styrofoam peanuts. They’re not even the kind that our water soluble. They are the damn messy Styrofoam peanuts. I opened my shipment today, and the damn peanuts went everywhere. The fact that Eli was helping create a peanut rainfall was not helping.

I attempted to pick them up, but they easily break into about a million pieces, especially when there is a 4-year-old jumping all over them. So, I got out the new vacuum, and the old one so I could vacuum them up. Eli was commandeering the Bissell, and I had the Orange Goblin. After about two minutes, neither one of us had suction, and there were still about two million damn peanuts on the floor. I quickly discovered that both vacuums were clogged with peanuts. Now, I wasn’t just sweeping them up, I was using the suction hose on both of them. Clogged.

So, I unhooked the vacuums, and was attempting to dig the damn peanuts out of the vacuum. That’s about the time Eric came home. He said, “Well, what made you think you could vacuum them up?” Oh gee, I don’t know. How the hell are you supposed to get them up?! If my super powers hadn’t been acting up today, I could have just crossed my arms, bopped my ponytail and blinked the damn things into the garbage.

Eric just looked at me and didn’t know whether to yell back or turn around and leave. Luckily, he stayed, and helped try to scoop up the billions of peanuts, which of course left gazillions of remnants behind on the carpet. At that point they were small enough to be vacuumed up normally. So, I turned on the Goblin, and began vacuuming. I soon began thinking, “Well this damn thing is just as hard to push as that effing Bissell.” That’s when I looked down and noticed that the roller was not spinning. Oh, mother f*ck! Are you kidding me?!!
I screamed for Eric, and at this point, I do admit that I was about to step from crazy into maniacal. He got out his screwdriver, and took the damn thing apart, and guess what? The f*cking belt was broken after only my second use.

What did I do? I popped open a bottle of wine and sat down to watch Grey’s Anatomy, while Eric boxed up the Hoover so we can ship it back to Amazon. Do I care that we still have popcorn peanuts on our floor? No.

Why don’t I care? Because I’m getting a f*cking Dyson.

Car Trouble

Why is it that just when things seem to be moving along smoothly, karma kicks you right in the balls? It’s as if God wakes up one day and say, “Wait a second! Things are going waaaay too well for you right now. We’ll fix that!”

The other morning, Eric went out to start his car. “Whr Whr Whr.” Nothing. He tried three more times, and then I tried. Nothing. So, we woke up and packed up the kids, gave them Pop Tarts to eat in the car, and we took daddy to work. Then I came back home and called AAA. I told them that I really thought it was the battery. Actually, I crossed my fingers, weaved some baskets and prayed to God that it was just the battery.

About an hour later, a red-headed kid with glasses showed up at my door. I handed him the keys, and then started thinking I should probably request ID before I had the car keys to every Tom, Dick and Harry who comes to the door. But I digress. He came back about five minutes later and said, “Um, I’m not sure what’s wrong. But it’s not the battery.” Of freaking course it’s not because THAT would have been way too easy.

Opie said we were going to have to have it towed somewhere. He, of course, did not have a tow truck, so I had to wait another hour for a tow truck to show up. That guy seemed nice, and tried to tell me that maybe it was still just the battery. He could have been an axe murderer, but he called me sweetheart, so I handed him the car keys, too. Dude! He was flirting with me. I didn’t even have make-up on. He probably does that with all the frazzled housewives to make their car issues seem a little less bad. Screw feminism. I liked it. He wanted me.

Anyway, he loaded the car up, much to the children’s entertainment who were watching in awe from the window.

About three hours later, Eric called Honda to see if they had looked at it. They said, “Well, it started right up for us.” WTF?!! Are you freaking kidding me?! Eric tried to start the damn thing, I tried, and two different AAA guys tried, and it wouldn’t start. But all of a sudden, Honda tries and boom. Grrrrrr!

They still had to look at the damn car, and we didn’t hear back from them until the next morning when I was taking Eric to work again. I knew it was bad news because I swear to God, I heard a drum roll right before his cell phone rang. As I was driving, Eric was talking to them and writing several figures down on a piece of paper. When I looked over at the figures, I thought I was going to hyperventilate.

When Eric got off the phone, he informed me that he needed a new radiator, a new fan, and he had an oil leak (which we knew about already) that had apparently gotten bigger. The grand total? $1100. I burst into tears.

I thought I had enough money where I could finally buy myself a laptop for my birthday. At this rate, I will be lucky to get a Hallmark card. Yes, I’m feeling sorry for myself. Sue me. Everyone deserves to have a bad day. And I want to strike karma down with a damn Taser.

13 Songs On My iPod

I didn’t have time this week for an in-depth Thursday 13, but here’s a list of 13 songs that I have been listening to A LOT recently. I have linked all of them so you can enjoy the songs on YouTube, though not necessarily the actual videos in all cases.

1. Through Glass – Stone Sour

2. Better – Regina Spektor

3. It’s Not Over – Chris Daughtry

4. Ordinary Miracle – Sarah McLachlan (LOVE HER!)

5. Electric Blue – Icehouse

6. Lips of an Angel – Hinder

7. Far Away – Nickelback

8. Come Back Down – Lifehouse

9. I Want Your Sex – George Michael

10. Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

11. Away From The Sun – 3 Doors Down

12. How To Save A Life – The Fray

13. Suddenly I See – KT Tunstall

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Wordless Wednesday - Eli at 14 months

Potty Mouth

I realize that I don’t have the best language in the world, but I pride myself on the fact that I can really control it in front of my children. Apparently, I do a very poor job of that as was illustrated yesterday.

Eli, who is now 4, was getting his fingerpaints out of the cabinet, when he knocked a stack of napkins down. He said, “Those f*cking things are always getting in my way!” I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him. “What did you just say?” I asked.

Blink. Blink. “Um. Nothing.” Uh-huh. I told him that he really needed to watch his language, and was still hoping at that point that I had misheard him.

Not five minutes later, Georgia began playing with her stuffed dog that plays “Love Machine.” Eli was trying to watch Caillou, and he was not happy that Georgia was making so much noise. He picked up her dog and brought it in the office. He said, “I don’t want this damn dog in the family room!”

Startled, I said, “Eli!! What has gotten into you today?” He just said, “This freaking thing is too loud!”

I immediately snapped into mom mode. I took him by both arms and got right in his face. I said, “Listen to me, young man. You need to think very carefully about the words you choose. You know that some of those words are not appropriate for little boys to use.” His response? *Sigh* “Whatever!”

Oh no, he didn’t!

So I said, “Okay, let’s try it this way. The next time I hear you say a bad word, I am going to wash your mouth out with soap.” Finally! Something got his attention!

“Noooo! I don’t want soap in my mouth!”

“Then you better choose your words carefully.”

That was the end of that, and for the rest of the day we didn’t have any problems. I immediately called Eric at work and told him the situation, asking him “Where the f*ck does Eli pick this up?” In his amused sarcastic tone, Eric said, “Oh gee, I wonder where he gets it?!”

I said, “I do NOT talk that way in front of the children!” Then we lapsed into – “Yes you do.” “No I don’t.” “Yes you do.” “No I don’t.”

He said, “Neila! I have heard you. You may not realize you’re saying it, but you DO say it.”

Well, double crap! I am really trying! And it would be one thing if Eli had just uttered a bad word as if he didn’t know what it meant. But what really upsets me is the fact that he used them in the proper context.

I guess I am really going to have to watch it now. Maybe I should try some sort of shock therapy for every time I say a bad word. Eric is kind enough that he offered to wash my mouth out with soap. He is enjoying this waaaay too much!

Big Brothers

What is it about little boys that possesses them to completely terrorize their little sisters? It’s almost as if it is innate from the time of birth.

My husband and I seem to be at opposing ends of this spectrum. My husband is an older brother who likes to lovingly relate tales of how he put his little sister in a box and shoved her down the stairs, or how he would rip the limbs off of her dolls so he could play a fun game of dismembered Barbie.

I, on the other hand, grew up as a little sister. I relate terrifying tales of how I was held down and terrorized in creative ways at the hands of my older brother, or how some of my favorite toys were destroyed much to his amusement.

When I hear Georgia scream and see Eli’s evil little smile, it’s like I have stepped into a time warp back to 1977. I seriously can’t handle it. If Eli sees Georgia playing with one of his toys (or one of hers for that matter), he will quickly rip it out of her hands and throw it across the room.

Why? That’s what I want to know. Why the hell does he feel the need to do that? When I reprimand him and ask him why, I either get “I don’t know,” or the more explanatory “I didn’t want Georgia playing with it.” *sigh*

And Eli is such a sweet loving boy. I just don’t get it. Today, I actually heard him do an evil laugh. I’m not exaggerating. He actually looked at his sister and went, “Muwahahaha.” WTF?!

Anyway, today’s incident actually spurred my little tangent. We were driving along, when all of a sudden Georgia started screaming from the backseat. I looked back and Eli was touching the side of her car seat. That was pissing her off. I just sighed and said, “Eli, leave her alone.”

Two minutes later, more Georgia screams from the back seat. I looked back again, and Eli’s hand was back on the side of her car seat, and she was screaming, trying to pry his fingers off of her seat. (Does this bring back any memories of phrases like, “MOM! HE’S LOOKING AT ME!!” to anyone?)

What’s worse is that Eli was smiling. He was so incredibly proud of the fact that he was causing his sister so much torment. My response, “Eli, why do you have to be such a boy?!! Stop that!” He seemed confused by that remark, and in retrospect, that probably wasn’t the most brilliant thing for me to say.

I related the story to Eric and told him that Eli wouldn’t stop touching Georgia’s seat. His response, “Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” Grrrr!! Those damn big brothers! They stick together!

The Orange Goblin

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Okay, I am going to try to write more about my new vacuum, despite the fact that my husband was yanking on my arm in an attempt to keep me away from the computer. I had to lock him out of the office so I could have a chance to blog about the new vacuum.

My hubby is desperately afraid he’s going to be attacked outside of our home by a group of angry bloggers, so we will see how far I get in this post before he goes downstairs to our breaker box and flips the switch.

From that intro, you can all probably guess that I did NOT end up getting my purple Dyson that I wanted so badly. I got a Hoover. It’s orange, and I have dubbed it “the Orange Goblin.” Here’s a picture:

Eric wanted to make sure you all know this purchase was a mutual decision. (He also promised me sexual favors to say that, but I digress.)

We went to several stores and we looked at all of the vacuums, then we got online and read reviews for every vacuum ever manufactured. Eric found every review he could from people who didn’t like their Dysons and didn’t think they were worth the money. (I think there may have been two or three of those.) He also found a couple of reviews that said for the price, the Orange Goblin was a great vacuum.

Okay, in that phrase, “For the price” is key for me. Eric seemed to skip right over that part. My last vacuum was a Bissell, which we paid around $100 for. At the time we bought that, I researched it, and it was a “good vacuum for the price.” Since I got to the point where I wanted to take it out in the backyard and set it on fire, that review didn't make me do a happy dance.

So, we have gone from the Bissell to the Hoover. Same price range – about $100, but with our Amazon coupon, I think it was $89, so, in the words of my husband, “That’s an even better deal!” (insert eyeroll from me here.)

I have vacuumed with it once, and it works. I still think I possess more suction than the vacuum, but I’ll save that story for a blog my parents don’t read.

I literally wanted a vacuum that was going to suck my carpet right off the floorboard. The Orange Goblin doesn’t quite aspire to that, so now my main hope is that it at least lasts longer than the Bissell Powerfuck. I’ll tell you right now, if the Goblin goes out before Christmas, I’m trading my husband in for a purple Dyson.

Manic Monday - Drifting

Welcome to the second edition of Manic Monday. For those of you new to the Manic Monday concept, each week Morgen at It’s A Blog Eat Blog World gives us a word, and we have to come up with a post inspired by that word. Last week, the word was cruising. This week, I thought it was a little bit harder.

This week’s word is Drift (or drifting, drifter, drifts, etc.). I have been racking my brain trying to come up with a story inspired by the word drift. Since I have been through many Kansas winters, snow is the only thing that comes to mind. As many of you know, I despise snow with an ever-growing passion. Therefore, I refuse to write about it.

However, this does not mean I’m not inspired. (How did you like that double negative?) Since I heard the word drifting on Friday, I have had a song stuck in my head for the last two days. So, that is my inspiration. You get a look inside my head (scary) and the song that has been running through it. You can also enjoy how freakishly weird videos were in the 80’s. If anyone can explain what is up with the roller-skating waitresses other than the director was on crack, please share your thoughts. Aside from that, enjoy my inspiration for the word drifting.

New Gap Ad

Has anyone seen the newest Gap ad campaign?





Or as I like to call it, the "Wentworth Miller is trying to kill me by posing for sexy pictures" ad campaign.


Seriously, Went. I can't take much more of this!


Photo courtesy of Wet for Went.

So Abused

Tonight, I went to a Cookie Lee jewelry party. Have you all ever been to one of these? I always think it’s good to go to other in-home parties, so I can get ideas, yada, yada. Plus, I got cool jewelry. I don’t even wear jewelry, and I spent almost $40. I also think the consultant hated me, because I was there to pimp Passion Parties! I sat right next to the Cookie Lee gal, and whenever someone would check out and pay for their jewelry, I would hand them a card and tell them to let me know if they wanted to book a Passion Party. I’m working it!!

Anyway, the party was at the home of one of my neighbors – Dawn. Coincidentally, Dawn always seems to see me after I injure myself. I don’t think I’m excessively klutzy, but whenever I do seem to have an accident, it never fails that I will see Dawn. Once I bent over while in the bathroom and smacked my head on a towel rack – huge bruise on my forehead. That night, I saw Dawn at a barbecue. Before my last Passion Party, I somehow smacked my cheek on the coffee table. Big bruise. I saw Dawn.

The other day, Georgia pried the phone out of my hand and subsequently smacked me in the mouth with it. Fat lip for me. I saw Dawn that day. And today, just as my mouth was healing from the phone incident, I had another issue.

We got a new vacuum yesterday (more on that later), and Eli was hiding inside the box. I bent over to look in the box right as he popped up out of it. Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that hurt. You should see my lip. It looks like I’ve had an uneven collagen injection.

So tonight, I went over to Dawn’s with my newest fat lip. I’m telling my story of why I’m injured yet again, and at this point, it’s sounding lame, even to me. I told my husband that if the police show up at our door to arrest him, it’s not like I didn’t try to explain.

Wrong. So wrong.

Has anyone seen the new Rembrandt commercial? It turns me on. Yes, that's right. I am now getting turned on by a toothpaste commercial. That is wrong on soooo many levels.

He said what?!

Eli’s knock-knock joke of the day was actually funny today. Are you ready?

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Tank.
Tank who?
You’re welcome!

Ahh. That one made me giggle. What does it mean that I’m entertained by the humor of a 4-year-old? Hmmm . . .

Today, when I went to pick up Eli from preschool, I was stopped by two (TWO!) different preschool teachers so they could tell me something my son said. It wasn’t anything bad, but let me tell you, when a teacher says, “Oh, before you go, I have to tell you something Eli said,” you get that “uh-oh” feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The first teacher said they had a librarian in the other day to talk to the kids about the library and books, yada, yada. My son piped up and said, “Well, actually, I don’t like books anymore. I prefer DVDs.”

He has echoed the same such sentiment to me on several occasions (although he does still read books), but apparently he crushed the spirit of the aforementioned librarian. That’s my boy.

As I was walking out, I was stopped by a second teacher. She started out a little bit better with, “Your son is so sweet! Do you know what he said the other day?”

I guessed that one was going to end better, but still, “Uh-oh.” She said, “I was helping out in their classroom the other day, and he said, ‘I miss my mommy.’” Most normal women would say, “Awww.” But me? I said, “My son? I’m Eli’s mom.”

The woman looked at me. Blink. Blink. “Yes, I know. He was very sweet.”

This is the same boy who doesn’t want to have anything to do with me at home. I sat down to watch a video with him one day, and he paused it, turned to me and said, “Mommy! You can leave now.” This is also the same boy who immediately wipes off my kisses (except when I’m wearing Nipple Nibblers on my lips, in which case he licks his lips after I kiss him).

Anyway, that made me feel good. He does love me! It’s nice to feel validated every now and then. I have a feeling that will be happening less and less as he gets older. I think now I will go force him to cuddle with me.

My 13 Favorite 80’s Movies

Today wraps up my 80’s rewind series with my 13 favorite 80’s movies (in countdown format). This one was tough. I had 26 movies on my list, and it was not easy to cut them in half. So, I don’t want to hear, “Why is there no Sixteen Candles or Breakfast Club?” I tried to limit the John Hughes movies. Anyway, enjoy the list, and next week, I will get back to my regularly scheduled programming.

13. Space Camp (1986) Remember when Joaquin Phoenix was known as Leaf Phoenix. Ahh, those were the good old days. I’m a lover of the implausible concept. That’s probably an easy guess since I love this movie of a bunch kids who accidentally get launched into space. This is a fun movie that didn’t get the attention it deserved because it had the misfortune of being released the same year as the Challenger explosion.

12. Dead Poets Society (1989) This is one of my favorite movies ever. An English professor teaches his students to love poetry and motivates them to seize the day. As an awkward teenager, who prided myself on nonconformity, this was the movie for me. Plus, it introduced us to the likes of Robert Sean Leonard and Ethan Hawke.
Favorite quote: “No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.”

11. Adventures in Babysitting (1987) I babysat so much as a teenager, and it was never this much fun! This is one of those awesome movies that has it all – romance, revenge, drama, action, comedy! Love it!
Favorite quote: “Don’t fuck with the babysitter!”

10. Stand By Me (1986) This is the movie that made me fall in love with River Phoenix, whom I still miss to this day. It was also the favorite movie of my friend Stacey and I. Stand By Me is a classic about true friendship. And besides River, you have evil Keifer, and who doesn’t love that?
Favorite quote: “Suck my fat one, you cheap dimestore hood.”

9. Mystic Pizza (1988) I think a girl always remembers her first Julia Roberts movie. Apparently, I was big on “coming of age” movies in the 80’s. This is another great friendship movie that has three teenage girls each dealing with their own life issues. Plus, it is Matt Damon’s film debut. He has a brief cameo in the scene where Julia’s character goes to dinner with her boyfriend’s family.

8. Footloose (1984) This movie made me want to dance my ass off. I have the soundtrack on cassette and CD. Kevin Bacon plays a city boy who comes to live in a small town that has outlawed music and dancing. Being from a small town . . . well, let’s just say I can certainly appreciate this movie. And just for the record, I never straddled two moving cars on the highway.

7. The Princess Bride (1987) My husband soooo does not get this movie. But what is not to love? The Pit of Despair! Rodents of Unusual Size! Giants! Swordplay! An evil prince! Oh! What a freaking classic!!

Favorite quote: “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

6. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) This is my husband’s all-time favorite movie. And it really does capture the mood of the 80’s. I will never be able to watch Matthew Broderick in anything without thinking of him as Ferris Bueller.
Favorite quote: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”

5. Top Gun (1986) What a classic 80’s movie! Students of a top flight school compete to be the best in their class, and one romances a teacher (in a kick-ass love scene with lots of tongue). And then there’s the volleyball scene. Mmmmm . . . Wasn’t Tom Cruise sexy before he went crazy? Can anyone hear “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” without thinking of Top Gun? I can’t.

4. Can’t Buy Me Love (1987) McDreamy! He’s hot now, and he was hot 20 years ago! Patrick Dempsey plays a geek who hires the prettiest, most popular girl in school to be his girlfriend. This movie is a great comedy and a great love story! There is also a hilarious performance by a young Seth Green.
Favorite part: “The African Anteater Ritual!”

3. Pretty in Pink (1986) This story is as classic as Shakespeare. A girl from the wrong side of the tracks dates a rich hunk. Chaos ensues. Anyone who ever felt slightly left out as a teenager (hmmm, that’s all of us) can relate to this movie, which is probably why it is still so popular. Hands down, this is my favorite John Hughes film. And the fact that Andrew McCarthy was so pretty back in the 80’s definitely helps.
Favorite quote: “May I admire you?”

2. When Harry Met Sally (1989) Two best friends fall in love after a 12-year friendship. This is one of my favorite movies of all-time. It’s one of the most quotable movies ever. It has Meg Ryan at her best. And I never get tired of watching it. I probably watch it once every couple of months all the way through when I find it on TV. Love it! Love it! Love it!
Favorite quote: “All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband.”

1. Say Anything (1989) The quintessential 80’s movie – an underachiever and the valedictorian fall in love. And the whole world fell in love with John Cusack the second he held up that boom box. Is there a better scene in any movie?
Favorite quote: “I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed.”

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