The Acorn Never Falls Far From the Tree

If you don't think that you are a direct result of your parents' personalities, think again. If you don't think that people who you've known that meet your parents and think to themselves, "oh, so that's where he/she gets it from." you are mistaken!
This is a thought that is on constant replay as the night of meet/greet/treat/beat?/defeat the parents continues to cut into my workout time. Oh well, at least I have Miles Davis to keep me company so I don't rip off my fingernails again from boredom.
Parent/Teacher Conferences is an interesting time for a teacher to do a psychology study and see her students' exterior front of "make me" attitude eveporate into timid steam as they melt into the eyes of their peeved parents and the wrath they face when they go home. . home, away from the safety of the aloofness of the classroom. A haven, that not hours ago they were cursing and thinking to themselves, "I can't wait until school's over." Funny. I didn't know so many student actually knew the word manners, let alone could use them. Having a student who gave you the "I hate you" look in second period say "yes, ma'am" is quite a thing.
huh.

Hooray Again!

Take that Michael Clayton! Good movie, but no where near the award winner of last night.
Did anyone think that Oscars were as boring as me?

Hooray for the Cohen Brothers

If you can't tell from my blog name, I am a HUGE fan of the Cohen Brothers' films. Tonight's Oscars features the best movie of 2007, No Country For Old Men., hopefully to win best picture. Seriously, have you seen this movie? It doesn't have music!, and the bad guy in the movie was so creepy that I checked all the closets when I got home to make sure he wasn't standing there with that air gun(well, actually, I didn't. I made my fiance do it. I was too scared.) This movie is so fabulous, I could devote a whole blog just to how great it is. Long story short, if you haven't seen it, stop reading this and go see it (That is, if blood does not make you squeemish).
Naturally, because this movie is the best movie of the year, it won't win. Who knows why the academy doesn't know the BEST movie when they see it. It seems to happen more often then not, can we say Titanic and Oliver!?
Wouldn't it be great if the public could vote for the best film? Course, I guess since we don't really have a say in the actual REAL important elections (Thanks Electoral College), the Academy Awards really shouldn't be/aren't that big of a deal.
. . I do like Jon Stewart though.

Sorry but Not

Women turn into Monsters at least once a month. And they find a way to torture the poor man who is closest to them. The man who we should be kindest and gentlest to, we demand unrealistic things. "Be at my house 5 minutes ago." "Why don't we have peppermint ice cream? (Only around in December)" We say horribly rude things. "I hate you." "Why did you take me to this sushi restaurant? I wanted to go to the other one!" We sputter unfair comments and expect the perfect response. "I am SO fat!" "Do you think I look fat?" "Am I fat?"
Poor men. Like a said earlier, my darling fiance takes all this horrific and childish behavior with a smile on his face and rubs my feet in return. "I'm a bad person." I think. "Why am I being so mean?" "I love this guy and he didn't do anything to me."
But somehow, women who realize this and note their bad and VERY illogical behavior don't care and ask for more chocolate and "Sex and the City" episodes, NOW!.. .I mean please.
Ladies, you get this right?

I suck

I have the greatest fiance/boyfriend/husband-to-be (which sounds right?) in the world. I mean it. Every lady claims that at the height of her engagement, but I really do.
Valentines Day, a day for suckers. Christmas and the Fourth are really the only holidays that I readily accept; and although Christmas these days is primarily a ritual for buying things, it has/and has had this togetherness/world-peace/be nice! sort of feel to it. The Fourth of July is also a time that families can come together as Americans in the name of BBQ and fire and focus on what's in important, being the best! And whether families act in this manner always or are only hunted once or twice a year by do-rightness, this holiday makes families spend time together and. . I like fireworks. My hometown has the best in the state.
Back to Valentines and these other would-be holidays. Not much to them except for money, greed, and days off (Thank you, government!). Wormy St. Valentine seems to be the worst at promoting meaningless monetary flow. I mean, I was still sipping eggnog in reindeer jammie-pants when the grocery stores were boasting their newest Spongebob and Dora card designs in aisles that not moments ago had been happy elves and battery-powered dancing snowmen.
So, I pretty much hate Valentines. It tromps on my lingering Christmas cheer and promotes unnecessary exchange of tokens of love on a single day, thus making couples feel like they really "rekindled" the old flame. yuck.
My fiance, though, in his never-ending quest to show me his love, and probably to prove me wrong, made Valentines a very big deal, with flowers (The Tuesday before, not on Valentines Day, clever move), my favorite band's new CD, dinner and ballet tickets, which I'm a sucker for. Damn it! Does that mean I have to like Valentines now? I didn't so much as whisper "Happy Valentines" all day. Should I feel guilty? Does Hallmark make belated Valentines Cards. "Sorry I didn't make you mine yesterday. BEE mine today!" With a picture of a bumble bee with little hearts on its antenna?

Whatever, I still hate it.

. . . my fiance is awesome though. We were on the fifth row.

Oh Great!

My Blog looks like MARSHA.

What it is about Boredom?

Boredom does strange things to people. Some, it makes them lose hours in front of a TV that they are probably still paying for, watching reruns of Friends that have been off the air for years. Basking in the glow of the irridescent past. Slow, steady, not in need of anything more then canned laughter and Sally telling people to change. Wonder that the viewer never takes those lectures to heart?

Others who are bored, feel the need to consume. No wonder sales always take place on long, artbitrary three-day weekends. "Must buy something." "So bored." "Macy's is having President's Day Sale and Easter is over a month away." hmmm. Maybe that's why I own shirts in three different colors. Damn Old Navy and their bargins!

Every once in a while, boredom births creativity. Thus, a blog is born.
Another half-hearted attempt at doing something different. Something that no one has ever heard of. . . .oh well, at least I waste 30 minutes at work.