I’m a Fan

I have made no secret of the fact that I am a fan of dance television. While I don’t discuss television much here, per se, I have put that little fact in my 101 Things About Me page. The fact is, most everyone in our entire house likes dance television (or will at least watch it with me), with our favorite being So You Think You Can Dance.

I was reading the local paper on-line yesterday and notice a little story about a local dance studio that held a workshop on the topic of Broadway dance in Stratford last weekend. Travis Wall was one of the instructors. Travis. Wall. Travis Wall of So You Think You Can Dance. Travis Wall who was probably my favorite contestant ever, followed very closely by brother Danny the following year. Dolittle would also be excited to learn this fact. She can’t hear the name without saying “He should have won, you know.”

So as we were driving to watch some black belt testing last night (which was awesome by the way) I said to the girls, “Guess who was teaching a Broadway dance class on PEI last weekend?”

“Ellen Degeneres” guessed Rainbow.

“Nope. But that would have been exciting.”

“Travis Wall” guessed Dolittle

“Yes! How cool is that? He came to PEI!”

“Wow!” was the concensus. (As well as “He should have won!”)

“So what would you do if you actually had seen Travis, Mom?” Dolittle asked.

I had to think about that for a second. “Squeel like a teenager.” I replied. And I really think I would have. I’m really that lame.

So…. for those of you unfamiliar with the show, here is a clip of the particular moment I became a Travis fan.

(Sniff). I love a kid who loves his mama.

Cat on a Wet Wood Deck

At some point on the weekend a cat showed up on our deck.  It was cute, friendly, and (we guessed) in all likelihood belonged to a neighbour and would venture off on its way home again. 

It hasn’t.

Each morning kitty can be found crying at our door to get in as if it lived here.  It is making me crazy.

Yesterday, when I let the dog out to do his business, I watched from the door as the cat tried to prevent the dog from coming back on the deck to get back in.  He would go to the steps and she would jump over, back arched, and hiss.  He would go to the other entrance and she would run over and do the same thing. How forward is that?  The dog actually does live here. Finally, in frustration and probably to my neighbours great amusement, I ran outside in my scruffy sleep clothes, yelling “Shoo, Shoo, Get, Get” and doing my own interpretation of a cat hiss with a throaty “Kkkkkkkkkk” complete with fingers curled in a menacing manner.  I continued doing this, chasing the cat out of the yard, knowing full well it would be back eventually.  And it was.

Can you imagine being like that cat in real life?  …Just deciding, hey I want to live there, or work there, or do that, and planting yourself at the door like its your G*d given right.  What if, for example, I were to walk into a Human Resources department of some fabulous employer and say, “I’ve decided to work here, and I’ve come to do the paperwork,” and then chase some other employee out of the office with a hiss and a snarl.  Would that work? 

Yeah, It’s not working for Cat either.

American Idol Hmmm

So, while “song choice” is apparently key, it seems to me that a lot of contestants this year almost got the judges blessing to sing the phone book.  And it bugged me to no end.  I know it’s over for this season, but what do you think the judges would do if a contestant really did come out and sing it?  Would they finally stop overusing the statement???

Of course, it would have to be the phone book of a very small place or they’d never remember the lyrics, but maybe when they were done Randy could be all, “Listen up! Listen up! Yo, Dawg, you could even sing a real song!”

And Paula could agree with everything Randy said and add something confusing and fit for media speculation like, “Oh you look great tonight, and I could just pop you in the toaster and eat you for breakfast!”

Then Simon could say “Now I don’t want to be rude, but you sang that like bad karaoke at a wedding where even the bride was ugly.”

Just a thought. 

And is it a sign that I’m going to be having a rather confused day if I woke up actually thinking about this stuff rather than what I need to be doing today?

Wordless Wednesday: Sounds Painful

The One That’s The Opposite Of Wordless Wednesday

I have recently been tagged by The Glass Jar and Boogie Mom to do a meme that was somewhat biographical or of an “about me” type (as meme’s often are), but I have recently been thinking of doing a “100 Things About Me” post and that ended up pretty much covering both.  And then some.  In fact, it took me days and I ended up with 101.

I’d have said that made me an over achiever but that wouldn’t necessarily be true and would have made it 102.

So, if you’re up for it, feel free to learn more about me than you ever really wanted to or needed to by clicking the “About” page above.

Gingerbread

Taking an idea from The Glass Jar, our project yesterday was Gingerbread Moms…

I love a day with a good project!  Rainbow and Dolittle were very concerned with making this the most special day ever for me, and they also provided me with lots of homemade treasures and snuggles.

To my fellow mom-readers, Happy Mothers’ Day.  I hope yesterday was special.

Another Marketing Idea

Now that we have established that I am so totally in the six degrees game thanks to Andrea, the commenter, being on Oprah’s Sandwich Showdown yesterday, I have to admit that Oprah is not my talk show of choice. I am a fan of Ellen Degeneres. It is my desire to one day get on Ellen’s show by doing some great humanitarian act or submitting a picture of myself & my pet with matching bad hair doos. Either one.

But until either one of those things happens, I am content to watch her show whenever Husband remembers to tape it for me. Which he actually does. Sometimes.

It would seem now that apparently my children also prefer Ellen (though I don’t know that they’d even know who Oprah was). Imagine my surprise to discover that a Barbie, with long flowing golden hair, had recently been turned into “The Ellen Degeneres Action Figure.” And I’m not even making that up.

Add a red cape and maybe some hair product to that baby, and I’m sure she wouldn’t look quite so scarey… although maybe scarey is a good look for an action figure.

So, my message to Ellen (not that she reads this) is that there may be a whole new product market here to go with the underwear and the pet food. Action figures. Maybe action figures that wear nice underwear and save the pets of the world. And if they can make a good sandwich all the better.

New Blog Neighbour

You know how when you have a new neighbour and you show up on their doorstep with something you’ve just baked and say “welcome to the neighborhood!”? Now I can’t say I’ve ever done that myself, but I have had it done to me, and let me tell you it was fabulous. Surprises which include tasty snacks are among my favorite.

But what if your neighbour could really cook? What if, for example, they knew how to make the most amazing sandwich on the planet or something? Would you feel like a dork for showing up on their doorstep with your tasty but humble baked goods? If they opened the door and out wafted the delectable aroma of a grilled cheese sandwich to die for, would you high tail your little butt out of there or would you say, “good thing I brought a fork!” (not that I eat sandwiches with a fork but it’s always good to be ready for dessert too).

Where am I going with this?

You may remember my little rant about Curtis Stone, the Take Home Chef. Now I got tons of hits on that particular post… being “Sock Girl” it was not uncommon that people were looking for “Curtis Stone footwear” (although admittedly some blog visitors were disappointed not to find “Curtis Stone naked” here too). Nonetheless, my real beef in that particular post about Curtis Stone was the “make sure you dress up” thing.

So yesterday I got a new comment on the Curtis Stone post that read:

I LOVED your entry about Top Chef! I used to think the same thing, until…

Now you can’t just leave a comment at “until…” Until what? I needed the rest of the story. So a little dashboard digging and I discovered that Andrea is this kind new visitor and a brand new blogger!

And Andrea is creating a cookbook, and she’s opening a restaurant, and (according to Oprah’s website) she’s going to be on Oprah tomorrow making a sandwich with Curtis Stone.

So, Andrea’s blog is new, and I think we should all click that link and go show a little collective blog love, welcome her to the neighborhood, and wish her luck tomorrow (although I’m guessing the show may have been taped already). Bringing tasty snacks is completely optional. (Feel free to send me your tasty snacks if you’re at all intimidated )

And you know that Kevin Bacon has been on Oprah, right??? … I am so totally in the game now… if only I was an actor.

It is going to completely make my day if Andrea wins the challenge tomorrow. Good luck!

Wordless Wednesday: Spring Finally Peeks

Spring Gardening

I think it’s G*ds way of reminding us how out of shape we really are.

45 minutes of hauling out dead foilage and today I feel like I’m 80! And I’m not even close to being done.

Remind me again why I was so anxious for spring….