Didn't know there was such a thing, did ya?
Even so, three months after I met Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe for the first time, I ended my TV journey with them. It was a sad day. In fact, I put off watching the last two episodes for about two weeks.
But I was more than pleased with the emotional ending to the "Friends" saga.
Now that it's been a couple days since I watched the finale, I've had time to reflect and have come up with some "Friends" observations and general info about my "Friends"-watching experience, late though it was:
1. Every episode, I played this game where I tried to guess when the theme song would start playing. I only lost twice.
2. Every single time I say "I know" (which I've realized happens A LOT), I'm convinced I sound like Monica. Seriously, I can't turn it off. Back me up on this, Kel.
3. I knew that red sweater was Ross's the second Joey brought it out. I mean, it just looked like something that would come out of a paleontologist's closet.
4. I've come to expect grand romantic gestures in airports. So if I ever decide to fly anywhere (yeah, you understood that correctly---I've never been on an airplane), I'll be disappointed if I don't witness a Ross-and-Rachel moment. (P.S. I'll also be sure to inquire about the state of the phalanges.)
5. Incidentally, Regina Phalange will be my go-to made-up name from now on.
6. I think Joey's onto something with the whole "Thanksgiving pants" thing.
7. If I'm ever stuck in leather pants, I will not attempt to extricate myself from them by using lotion and baby powder.
8. Next time I'm moving a couch upstairs, you better believe I will PIVOT!
9. That Janice is a sneaky little somethin'. She popped up everywhere!
10. "JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!" Duly noted.
Even though it took me almost a decade after the finale to watch this show, I totally get all the hype now. I honestly didn't expect it to be the kind of sitcom I'd get hooked on, but let's face it: I'm addicted.
Feel free to buy me "Friends" paraphernalia for every holiday from now until I say stop
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Where Would You Be?
I got this book for Christmas and knew it would be a great source of blog fodder. See, I figured I'd just expand on the prompts when I needed a quick blog post.
I finally got around to writing in it, and here's the prompt I chose to work with:
Where would you be now if you had married your first love?
I’d be living in El Reno.
I’d be in denial.
And I sure wouldn’t be in love.
My first love swept into my tiny hometown of Tipton, Oklahoma, from the big city—that’s right, y'all: OKC.
He represented my need to feel loved, my craving for adventure (apparently I thought having a mysterious out-of-town boyfriend was adventurous), and the independence my seventeen-year-old self thought I wanted.
We started dating during my senior year of high school. He took me on dates to Long John Silver’s (Altus, OK, has limited dining opportunities and he had limited knowledge of what constitutes a date), he took me to my first and only prom, and somewhere along the way he took away my self-esteem and my understanding of what true love should be.
Because in spite of the fact that he controlled who I talked to, what I wore (no skirts—that meant I was trying to impress guys), and was irrationally jealous (the reason I wasn’t on Facebook until 2010), I still thought I was in love with him…and that he was in love with me.
Despite the warning signs, we remained a couple and moved in together after I graduated from college. I thought that would solve everything. He would see that I wasn’t interested in other guys. He would appreciate me, because I would cook dinner every night and do his laundry every weekend. He would get down on one knee and finally ask me to be his wife (this was four years into the relationship).
None of those things happened.
He didn’t believe I wasn’t interested in other guys because who knew who I was talking to at work, at the grocery store, and when I went back to Tipton to visit my mom.
He didn’t appreciate my meal making and clothes washing. He expected it.
And he didn’t ask me to marry him. Quite the opposite. He told me he never wanted to get married or start a family.
So we finally called it quits, after five years (which was five years too late).
I didn’t dramatically swear off men forever, as my mom was afraid would happen. Instead I came up with specific criteria Mr. Right had to have.
And it sounded a lot like Bruno Mars's When I Was Your Man:
"I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance."
And guess what? Somehow I found Mr. Right.
And because I did, I know where I’ll be when I marry my true love:
I’ll be living in (or around) Oklahoma City.
I’ll be in a constant state of happiness, because making me happy seems to be Randel’s goal in life. Seriously, he should get paid for it.
And I for sure will be in love.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day!
Even though today started off kinda weird (I woke up on the opposite
side of the bed that I fell asleep on, and my blanket was wrong side out
and upside down) and I didn’t actually get to see my valentine, it
turned out to be a laughter-and-love-filled day after all.
When I got to work, I found these heart-shaped goodies on my desk.
You better believe I had a cookie for breakfast.
Then some friends and I went to Subway for lunch and laughed off all the calories from our Subway Melts. There was something about a shirt-turned-marsupial-pouch filled with sandwich crumbs. It was one of those you-had-to-be-there moments for sure, but trust me when I say it was hilarious. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.
When I got back to the office, I found out another coworker’s mom met (and talked to!) Thabo Sefolosha today at a flower shop. Lucky lady!
After work, it was time for a Valentine-themed Zumba party—which really just meant I wore a tank top with lips on it and cranked the music up louder than usual.
When I finally made it home for the day, I had 4 cards in my mailbox—one from my good friend Pepper and three from the boyfriend. Excuse me, I mean one from him, one from my dog, and one from his dog.
Then I ate the leftover half of my Februany (dumb name, good deal) $5 footlong for dinner.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me! And to all of you, of course!
When I got to work, I found these heart-shaped goodies on my desk.
Then some friends and I went to Subway for lunch and laughed off all the calories from our Subway Melts. There was something about a shirt-turned-marsupial-pouch filled with sandwich crumbs. It was one of those you-had-to-be-there moments for sure, but trust me when I say it was hilarious. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.
When I got back to the office, I found out another coworker’s mom met (and talked to!) Thabo Sefolosha today at a flower shop. Lucky lady!
After work, it was time for a Valentine-themed Zumba party—which really just meant I wore a tank top with lips on it and cranked the music up louder than usual.
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| Angela and I were Zumba twins! |
When I finally made it home for the day, I had 4 cards in my mailbox—one from my good friend Pepper and three from the boyfriend. Excuse me, I mean one from him, one from my dog, and one from his dog.
Then I ate the leftover half of my Februany (dumb name, good deal) $5 footlong for dinner.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me! And to all of you, of course!
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
January Update
Yeah, I know we're almost two weeks into February. Just go with it.
This year is already shaping up to be just as busy as—if not busier than—last year was. Even so, I did all right with my 2013 goals last month.
Here's a recap:
(If you need a refresher on what my goals for this year are, go to this post.)
Nonfiction Book: Last month I read Is Everyone Hanging Out without Me? by Mindy Kaling, writer for The Office and her new show, The Mindy Project.
Now I wish I had been watching it. But Lord knows I don’t have the time to commit to yet another TV show, what with Downton Abbey, Bones, and The Walking Dead waiting patiently in the wings. But when I finally clear my shows-waiting-for-my-attention queue, I’ll probably check out The Mindy Project.
But back to the book: I found it snort-with-laughter funny. It’s very much in the same vein as Ellen’s Seriously…I’m Kidding and Tina Fey’s Bossypants. So if you didn’t enjoy either of those, this one probably won’t be your cup of tea either. But her essays on chest hair and glimpses into her self-proclaimed chubby childhood gave me some giggles.
Pinterest Project: Cinnamon roll waffles FTW, y’all! I had been wanting to make this delectable-looking breakfast for quite some time, and a weekend my mom was in town was the perfect opportunity. This is a nothing-to-it breakfast that tastes as good as it looks. And it’s as simple as 1, 2, 3:
1) Open can of Pillsbury (or your preferred brand) cinnamon rolls.
2) Place rolls on waffle iron and cook 4-5 minutes.
3) Drizzle with included-in-the-can icing.
That’s it!
Showstoppers, right?
Running: I only got up to running one mile at a time last month, but I ran it several times and felt like I could keep going on a couple occasions. Whether or not I could have remains to be seen since I have yet to run at all this month (what is with February and its darn busyness), but I’ll get back on track this week. Get it? Back on track…the thing I run on? Okay, moving on.
Blog Posts: I regret to inform you that I only posted six times last month, so I’m not quite on track to post 100 times this year (I need about eight posts a month to meet my goal), but the year is still young. Never mind the fact that this is my first post of February.
Movies: Sadly, I’m not doing so great on my 52 films goal either. I watched a whopping two movies on my list last month—Sixteen Candles and 50/50. I don’t have much to say about Sixteen Candles other than: Her sister actually married that guy? I mean, seriously. He was definitely not marriage material. But it was an enjoyable movie, and I didn’t spend the entire hour and a half clock-watching, just waiting for it to be over. So that’s a good sign.
As for 50/50, I really liked it. It does star Joseph Gordon-Levitt, after all. It was funny, it was sad, and it was a good reminder of how crucial love and true friendship are to the healing process.
So there's my January in a nutshell. Check back in a couple weeks (or a month, if March is anything like this month has been) to see how February went.
This year is already shaping up to be just as busy as—if not busier than—last year was. Even so, I did all right with my 2013 goals last month.
Here's a recap:
(If you need a refresher on what my goals for this year are, go to this post.)
Nonfiction Book: Last month I read Is Everyone Hanging Out without Me? by Mindy Kaling, writer for The Office and her new show, The Mindy Project.
Now I wish I had been watching it. But Lord knows I don’t have the time to commit to yet another TV show, what with Downton Abbey, Bones, and The Walking Dead waiting patiently in the wings. But when I finally clear my shows-waiting-for-my-attention queue, I’ll probably check out The Mindy Project.
But back to the book: I found it snort-with-laughter funny. It’s very much in the same vein as Ellen’s Seriously…I’m Kidding and Tina Fey’s Bossypants. So if you didn’t enjoy either of those, this one probably won’t be your cup of tea either. But her essays on chest hair and glimpses into her self-proclaimed chubby childhood gave me some giggles.
Pinterest Project: Cinnamon roll waffles FTW, y’all! I had been wanting to make this delectable-looking breakfast for quite some time, and a weekend my mom was in town was the perfect opportunity. This is a nothing-to-it breakfast that tastes as good as it looks. And it’s as simple as 1, 2, 3:
1) Open can of Pillsbury (or your preferred brand) cinnamon rolls.
2) Place rolls on waffle iron and cook 4-5 minutes.
3) Drizzle with included-in-the-can icing.
That’s it!
Showstoppers, right?
Running: I only got up to running one mile at a time last month, but I ran it several times and felt like I could keep going on a couple occasions. Whether or not I could have remains to be seen since I have yet to run at all this month (what is with February and its darn busyness), but I’ll get back on track this week. Get it? Back on track…the thing I run on? Okay, moving on.
Blog Posts: I regret to inform you that I only posted six times last month, so I’m not quite on track to post 100 times this year (I need about eight posts a month to meet my goal), but the year is still young. Never mind the fact that this is my first post of February.
Movies: Sadly, I’m not doing so great on my 52 films goal either. I watched a whopping two movies on my list last month—Sixteen Candles and 50/50. I don’t have much to say about Sixteen Candles other than: Her sister actually married that guy? I mean, seriously. He was definitely not marriage material. But it was an enjoyable movie, and I didn’t spend the entire hour and a half clock-watching, just waiting for it to be over. So that’s a good sign.
As for 50/50, I really liked it. It does star Joseph Gordon-Levitt, after all. It was funny, it was sad, and it was a good reminder of how crucial love and true friendship are to the healing process.
So there's my January in a nutshell. Check back in a couple weeks (or a month, if March is anything like this month has been) to see how February went.
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