Ken Lee, I can't live without you

Thanks to Melissa for turning me on to this wonderful clip from Bulgarian Idol.

Buggie's YouTube obsessions

After reading Diablo Cody’s less than inspiring list of YouTube favorites in Entertainment Weekly recently, I decided to give a little list of my own favs.

1. Sleeping Meerkats: What’s not to love? These little critters are too frickin’ cute. Then add to the fact that they fall asleep while standing and then topple over? Priceless!
   
2. Baby Stink Eye: This kid throws you a dirty look and then rolls in laughter. I think I have watched this video 300,000 times.
   
3. Randy Johnson hits a bird: While this is not the greatest copy, it is kind of wild. Randy Johnson, the “Big Unit”, hits a pigeon while pitching. Gross, but so crazy! All the feathers! Imagine seeing this at the game? This is why baseball is good. Well, it’s not for the birds…
   
4. Labatt Blue: Canadian beer commercials are always good. It was hard to pick just one, so you should look at the others. This commercial really has nothing to do with the beer, rather the lunacy of those who drink it. Cheers.
   
5. NHL Goalies: This is just a super cool video. Who does not love a crazy goalie (Roy) or a goalie that is willing to stand up for a teammate? Awesome!
   
6. Peyton Manning: Anything this man does, really, is quite funny. (You know, save for his football career... I mean he is a good football player, not like Randy Moss who tries to swim on the field or whatever it is that he does.) These are two of the best MasterCard commercials ever. I pick these because I could not find the video from SNL with him and the kids which is HI-larious! (Also, my list already includes golf balls, baseball and hockey. Have to throw some football in there). Okay, Matt found the SNL skit which is maybe the funniest thing to ever come out of SNL, ever! It's not on YouTube, but my blog, my rules. Or something... Enjoy!
7. Sportscenter: Any one of their commercials is fantastic, and since I seem to be leaning towards a sports bent, I may as well keep it up. This is one of my favorites.
   
   That’s all I’ve got. I got carried away with the sports clips and now I can’t go back. I hope you enjoy. Happy Friday!

Save me, Madge and JT!

If Madonna and Justin Timberlake only have four minutes to save the world, why don't they hurry up and do something, instead of singing about it?

I'm gonna live forever. I'm gonna learn how to fly high!

My friend sent me a test to gauge your real age and I took it. Turns out you will never be rid of me (mwah ha ha!). I am biologically 34 years old, yet my real age is 23.4 (which explains a lot about my behavior. Don't respond to that!). The average life expectancy is 74, yet I shall live to be 84.6. I have another 18500 days to fritter away!

Test yourself here.

Clogging up my mind right now:

I only have 5 days left of school and the in one month I will be an official college graduate. I still have a research paper due and some class work, but I would not be me if I did not wait until the very last minute to do it. I did make some minor deviations this time around, though. I made plans with friends for Thursday night, Friday night and Sunday morning. I figure I am going to be lounging about, not doing what I should be anyway. Might as well have some fun and feel the pressure more acutely once I walk into my home. I am thinking this may actually push me to work on the paper, rather than watching TV and cleaning because these are preferable to contemplating why archeology is/is not helpful in proving the accuracy of the Bible.

I am still angry with the Academy for awarding Jennifer Hudson with an Oscar for her role as a screaming, boob flinger in Dreamgirls. I still think she should have to return it and apologize to me.

I have had way too much coffee this morning. It’s not even good coffee.

I have big plans to clean and organize my office this morning. So far I have filed a stack, trashed a stack, sent a stack to various people and eaten a banana. I am on a roll.

I saw “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” last night. Brilliant! I was going to try to get my mum to see it with me last Sunday, but boy am I glad we did not go! Holy smokes! I remember watching an episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 with her that included some sort of sex scene (It was TV, but it was also Fox. So, just sayin’). I was mortified. I cannot begin to describe how watching FSM would have made me squirm were my mother’s eyes on the same, er… prize? as mine. I really liked the film, though. Especially when (spoiler alert!) Peter and Sarah tried to revisit their relationship and he just did not feel (heh) for her anymore. It’s weird that you can have such strong feelings for someone, but then you have some time away from them and you realize how much they are just NOT the person for you. Anyway, hilarious.

Why are all simple sundresses empire-waisted? I look terrible in high waisted dresses. I have no shape and look chunky. Even in my skinny days, I looked fat in high waisted dresses. I think it is due to my (as a classmate in high school so lovingly referred to as my) child bearing hips. So, make some dresses for me. Pretty, simple things with a low waist, or perhaps a waist where is supposed to be. Sheesh.

She's here!

Yesterday we had a baby! For me it was absolutely painless.
Today we are trekking to the hospital to lay eyes on our newcomer and hugs on her mom and dad. You know, I think pregnancy takes 40 weeks (or in this case 37) so that you have time to get used to the idea that a brand new person is going to be fully in there as a part of your life! It is so cool and yet strange to think that my friends are parents. I have a hard time with this. My niece is almost 17 and I still have not been able to wrap my brain around the realities that my sister is a mom.
Welcome, beautiful sports chiclette. You have the greatest parents in the world. (And not too shabby parental friends...).

Other welcoming announcements: here and here

The way

I need to do something. I just don’t know what or how. I had an idea to take a road trip across the States, but if I were to do that I would like to go for a month or so to really get to see things. How do I do that and keep my job?

I feel like I would like to go help out someplace, like in a New Orleans school. I feel like I need to give something back, to do something that would be beneficial for our country but I do not know how to go about doing it.

Maybe my intentions are not quite so noble. It could be that I just need to get a change of scenery to change the way I see things, the way I deal with things, and the way my life is headed. Not to say that any of those ways are bad, I just feel stuck and I have felt stuck for so long that I am getting to the point where I will either just resign myself to it, or chew my feet off.
I have been in Washington, DC too long. By that I mean that I have become so very myopic. I can’t see past the way we do things here, the way we see things. It confounds me that people life differently, think differently, act differently than we do. I need to witness it, interact with it in order to get a better understanding of what this world is all about.

I have a couple of ideas, but they seem to each have a snag. The Peace Corps wants a two year commitment (I am a bit of a commitment-phobe). The volunteer programs want you to donate and pay your own way. However, if I am volunteering, I am not bringing in income and to have to pay is a double loss of funds which I am not prepared for.

I know that I could fulfill my philanthropic desires by volunteering on weekends with Habitat for Humanity, or March of Dimes, but a weekend mission is not what I need. I need to be removed from my current situation and placed into another in order to truly learn, truly experience the differences this world is comprised of.

Who would have a thought this would be so difficult?

Car innuendo leaves you stranded...

Ah, cars. My sweet four year old car and its brand new engine and I were driving down the road to visit my mum and my sister and her family this morning. Now, once I got the new engine wrapped in old car back, I found the gear shifter seemed soft. You know, in the not catching sense? But when I brought it back for a test run, they thought it was fine, so I agreed and thought it was fine and went on my way. But I should listen to my intuition, because it is generally right.

So there I was, driving 30: third gear, 40: fourth gear, 50: fifth gear… wait… where is fifth gear? Lemme try fourth again. Yeah, that works. Up to fifth… Why is my gear shifter just flailing about? Where is fifth? Hey! Where is fourth? Gah! Is there any gear available to me? Useless joystick in my hand as I glide to the shoulder (which I always want to refer to as an elbow…) and turn off my engine. Start it up again and check for rigidity in my gear shaft. Nothing. Flaccid.

Sigh. Here we go again. Taxi came and got me, tow truck took my car, and I got to go spend a few precious hours with my family before my darling mother took me to the dealership to get a loaner car. I think it is all a ploy to get me to go on a date with my dealer guy. Does he not know I am taken?

School Daze

We have a message board for my classes and this was taken directly from it...

"I did my wife and my taxes last weekend."

Funny!

Nerd alert

I was one of the millions who was enthralled with Beverly Hills, 90210. The kids, in the pilot, were the same age as I was. For some reason, if I recall it correctly, they repeated their junior year and David Silver went from being a freshman to being a junior. Something like that. Kelly had her little red BMW convertible in the pilot, and the blond curly haired guy had his corvette. Kids are generally juniors when they get the driver's licenses. They were also in a chemistry class on that first day. I'm just sayin'. They started off as juniors and apparently the Minnesotan twins brought the whole group down and forced them all to repeat that year. Minnesotans... They are trouble.
In regards to David Silver skipping a year, I bet the school bumped him up after his friend committed suicide. That was a shocking episode.
Okay, so they are making a new Beverly Hills, 90210. I am sad to say that I will probably watch. My major issue is that one of the lead characters is the daughter of Andrea, the 90 year old high school junior. Oh my goodness. Am I really THAT old that she would be in high school?

Turns out this post DOES have a topic!

I only have a few weeks left before I am officially a college graduate. That will change the box I get to mark off on various forms and such. Finally! But will it change anything for me?
I am having a stream of consciousness writing experience here, so none of these thoughts are going to make much sense, or be very complete. I have not updated in a while, and I really don’t have much to talk about.

My sister and her family are coming today. I am thrilled, though I won’t see them until tomorrow. Wonder if I am expected to pack my stuff up and live at my mom’s house this weekend..? I probably should, because it is really hard to get myself together in the mornings. On the other hand, they are notorious for being late sleepers, and I probably wake up before they do… dilemma. I get very impatient when I am just hanging around in a place that is not my home.

On to nicer topics.
This morning, Bill tried to get me to get up, but when I kept telling him to shut up and let me be, he rolled over and gave up on me. I woke up a little late and when I left, he was stretched out, sound asleep. Bah.

On a not so nice topic: Off to the scary woman who laughs at the sweaty, red-faced victims of her boot camp class at the gym tonight. She hurts me and makes me cry. Why do I keep going back for more?

I think I just figured out the topic of this essay. I am a glutton for punishment. Seriously. Re-read this and see for yourself!