The long and winding road

While reading a post on E's blog about his trip to Ventura, I started thinking back on all the various trips to LA I've been on. There was a time in my life when I knew that at any moment a friend could call me and say "We're going to LA, get ready". Fun, fun, fun. But as you all may know, there is a strange time warp on highway 5. I've never quite understood how it can take 5 hours to drive to LA, yet take 12 hours to get home. On the way down, everyone is happy, talking, laughing, listening to music, quite possible drinking already. Then all of the sudden you're there. On the way home, everyone is hung over and exhausted, staring out the window in a stupor, not paying any attention to the radio so that soon you're listening to either static or a mexican station. That's when I started the tradition of saying "I wish we had a teleporter". My attention span is so short, that if I can't amuse myself with my thoughts, I run the risk of getting tossed out of the car with my incessant "are we there yet?'s". Like a child, I am. So I would stare out the window, and every once in a while I'd ask a question like "Do you think cow's have friends?" or "If you addressed a letter to The City of Angels do you think it would still get there?". The added benefit was that I not only amused myself, but my fellow passengers as well. I should probably write my memories down, because who knows how long I will actually retain them? I would hate to forget the broken cooler incident or the Ren and Stimpy marathon, and I've already lost entire sections (and entire people) of the weekend in San Luis. These days, the random trips down south are few and far between. I suppose you could say we..gulp...grew up. But if someone were to call me this Friday afternoon, and say those words, I just might...ok, we know I probably wouldn't go. Nice thought though.

Don't you just hate it when:

Everyone on the freeway slows to 35mph because there's a cop giving someone a ticket? (like he's going to jump in his car and come after you instead)

You say something and you realize you sounded exactly like your mom? (and extra points to your husband for pointing it out)

You're singing all loud in your car and having fun and your CD starts to skip? (grrrrrr)

Your car has been sitting in the sun all day and your lotion gets all warm and spoogy? (eeewww)

You change the radio and find a great song...right at the very end of it? (alternate ending: a great song comes on right as you pull up to your destination)

The roadkill is so spread out that there's no way to avoid driving in it? (name that roadkill)

You walk into a room and forget why you went there? (early signs of alzheimers?)

You walk through a spider web? (especially at or above shoulder level)

Your blog is publishing and it takes forever? (Files Published...0%)

He gets it from me

This is what happens when you give a three year old a camera. Although, I think we may have something here. People pay big money for art like this. Just ask Duckie.

Gotta dance

What is it about that Isley Brothers song Shout that makes me want to...well...kick my heels up and um...throw my hands up? I simply cannot contain myself. I can try, but before I know it I'm bopping my head and waving my hands around. And that's just in my car, you should see me at home! My kid thinks I'm nutty. He's not the only one, either. I can just imagine the calls that are made by the people around me. "Hello, 911? I think the girl in the car next to me is having an epileptic fit. Yeah, she's thrashing around in her car. It's a green Civic, and her license plate says something about a Cindy Bear. No wait, it says Bare. Oh, never mind, I'll take care of this myself". There are several songs that cause this reaction in me. Twist and Shout by the Beatles. (maybe any song that features the word shout?) That's Right, You're Not From Texas by Lyle Lovett. American Girl by Tom Petty. Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake. (I know, I know, one of these kids is doing his own thing, one of these kids just doesn't belong. Can't help it, I love Justin) I wonder...do all people have certain songs that make them dance like Farmer Ted? I really hope so. I hope it's not just me.

Here's a picture of my backyard. Just wanted to share with you all, so you can pretend you're hanging out there with me, drinking beer and having fun.

My backyard is cool.

I am a posting fool today. I'm quite bored. And lonely. Someone call me! I'm here at work all alone, nobody else around. It's kind of funny, if I have to use the restroom or go to a wake I have to lock the door and leave a note saying I'll be right back. How would you feel if you went to your credit union and found that? This credit union is so small though, we only have four employees, and two of us are part time. Big change from my last job. But it's cool, I guess.
Ramble ramble ramble.

My hero made me do it

Honestly, I didn't want to, but in Joel's last post he asked said "and if Cindy wants to copy this idea and make a similar list it would bring me great joy". Maybe not in so many words, but I knew what he meant. Who am I to deny the whims of my hero? So here goes, Cindy's Favorite Cinematic Comedic Moments. (Sorry Joel, had to leave out the U in favorite. Peeve!) Please don't get angry over mis-quotes or anything that can be construed as un-PC. Remember, I didn't write these lines, I just like 'em! I'm even going to start the list off with one of his movies:

Chasing Amy: When Banky stands up and says "What's a nubian?"

Pulp Fiction: Did you see a sign in front of my house that says "Dead Nigger Storage"? No? Do you know why? Because storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business!

Office Space: I wouldn't say I've been missing it, Bob.

X-Men: When Cyclops wants Wolverine to prove it's really him and Wolverine says "You're a dick".

Clerks: Randall: You're not allowed to rent here anymore! Jay: Yeah!

Royal Tenenbaums: This cab has a dent in it.

Swingers: I'm not sure of the exact quote but that part in the bar where Sue and Trent are advising Mike on picking up chicks: She's like a little bunny, a helpless bunny, and you're like a big bear, you've got these big claws, these big fucking claws, and you're all Grrrrrr!
(or something like that, you get the picture)

Mall Rats: That kid is back on the escalator again!

Well there you have it. The snippets of movies that make me chuckle. Or in the case of Clerks, burst out in hysterical laughter. Oh, and just to let you know, if anybody were to take this idea and use it for their own blog, it would not break my heart.

I'm not alone

You know what I like about blogging? It's like having a friend with you all the time. How many times do you see or hear something random or funny, and there's nobody there to tell? How many times do you wish there was someone next to you to share a laugh with? This blog is a place where I can go to write all the stupid little things that happen in my day, or write things that I wanted to tell someone but there was nobody there to tell. It may not be the most interesting, or well thought out blog, but I like it. I think it's because I'm a very social person and my social life has been severely retarded since A. I had a kid and B. all my friends moved away. Damn them to hell. Well, Ang is getting hers now, moving to Florida. Who moves to Florida at age 28? She's 40 years too early.
This morning I stopped at Starbucks for a peppermint mocha. Now, I get up so early that when I decide to stop for coffee I have to plan for it. I can't hit snooze if I still want to make it on time. That nine minutes really means a lot to me in the morning! I took a picture out back on Wednesday right before I left for work. This should give you an idea of the time of day I leave for work, it's the fucking sunrise. This is my view out my back door. This picture really gives the illusion that I live in a great area, but we know it's San Jose, so there really are houses around. I just conveniently cut them out of the picture. I'm cool that way. I love that I can see palm trees out my back door. I don't know if it's something that has been bred into all California girls, or if it's just one of my things, but I love palm trees.

Good day, sunshine!

Baa

Since I'm a follower, and since I never have anything good to write about and I'm retarded to boot, I decided to go along with the "10 things about me" craze hitting the blog nation. I like it because I've learned a little about my fellow bloggers, plus I just like to talk about myself.

1. I drive like an old lady.
2. I'm very rarely serious.
3. I'm impatient and judgemental.
4. I like to sing in my car but not the shower.
5. When I drink I lose all inhibitions and will tell you anything.
6. My favorite movie is "It's a Wonderful Life" and I cry every time when George says "Bert, do you know me?" (actually welling up a little right now)
7. At age 20 I had 4 goals: Pierce my belly button, get a tattoo, bungie jump, and skydive. I accomplished the first 2 and have decided the last 2 are no longer goals of mine.
8. I hate to try new food.
9. If I have something and you like it more than I like it I will give it to you.
10. I'm addicted to Lip Medex.