Sixth Season

Natalie: I think there should be more than four seasons. Like maybe six seasons. We need more variety.

Sarah: You mean we should have a rain forest season?

Natalie: No. Like, Low Gravity Season.

Sarah: “Tomorrow we’ll see a high of 68 while gravity will be at 37%.”

Natalie: Exactly!

Any ideas for season six?

Veritas

Every once in awhile, I write something a little more serious, which I’m sure is disorienting next to video shorts involving Optimus Prime, happy monkey jigs, and various other silliness.

Although this is a largely ridiculous blog, I have mentioned several times that the point of What I Really Want To Say Is…. is exactly that. It’s about whatever I want to say. It’s a platform for me to express myself through words, to force myself to put my words (and now images) in front of people, and to share the trails my thought processes take.

Most of what I say can be funny or at least mildly humorous because this is the filter through which I view life.

However, I am currently experiencing something that I can not look at with a comic eye.

Divorce.

Let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of slandering Mike, discussing details of the divorce, or explaining the reasons behind it. Even with close friends, it is known that I am not interesting in tearing Mike to shreds. If a divorce can be done with love, we are doing it, and I am thankful that neither one of us will lose ourselves in bitterness and hatred.

Obviously, my life is changing drastically and fast. I wanted the freedom to write from my true point of view: a woman who exists in adulthood and childhood simultaneously, who loves sci-fi, comedy, video games, film, educational experiences, friendships, who loves God and the pursuit of His truth and wisdom, and who happens to be going through a divorce.

I believe I have come through the darkest part, so I hope to continue with the funny, but perhaps now with a little more honesty.

Thank you.

In the meantime…

Blogroll

Hear ye! Hear ye!

I have had multiple requests to repopulate my blogroll on the sidebar. I am a team player so here I go.

I don’t want to put you up if you don’t want to be there, so if you would like to be listed, leave a comment describing any lesson you were able to learn from watching a movie.

For instance, my lesson from Road House: stone walls do not make good mattresses.

Your turn.

Work It

I recently joined a gym with my friends Sarah and Daniel. I am a gym person. Oh, I’ll buy the yoga videos, the Butt Blaster DVD’s, and even the fitness magazines with do-it-at home workouts, but unless it’s a workout disguised as Dance Dance Revolution, I won’t get to it.

Dilemma #1: What to wear?

This isn’t as easy as it sounds. You don’t want people to see the rolls you are trying to sweat off. So something that’s loose, but not too loose. Also, I roll my eyes at the ladies with matching outfits. You know who I’m talking about: the lavender tank with pink trim, matching yoga pants, pink sneakers, pink iPod…….. ugh. So I don’t want to try too hard. I also don’t want to be too frumpy.

I mean, what if the gym owner is a cutie with a great smile, and there is an irrational part of your brain that still wants to look good even when you’re wheezing, sporting sweat stains on your pits, and struggling lifting that 20 pound weight?

Dilemma #2: What to do?

Treadmill is the safest route. Anything other than that and you really have to know what you’re doing. Should the elliptical really hurt that bad? I MUST be doing something wrong.

I should have started my training at home with soup cans because there are a few of the machines that I can’t even operate on the lowest setting.

Dilemma #3: To wipe or not to wipe?

There are spray bottles. There are paper towels. I’m barely sweating. Should I still wipe down the machine? If I do, should I get the handle bars and the seat?

Dilemma #4: Creepy men.

He was standing in front of the mirror, undressing himself with his eyes as he curled the barbell up. I needed to use the yoga ball, and the only available spot was near him. Despite my misgivings, I went over. I’m paying for the membership, I’m not going to let some meathead intimidate me. As I laid down the mat and placed the ball, I looked around to make sure I wasn’t in his way.

“You’re fine,” he said. I’m pretty sure he meant that my floor placement was acceptable and would not interfere with his preening.

Just in case, I only did one set, and moved on to another area.

One thing I don’t have to worry about is music selection. Here are the songs that have been pushing me this week.

Computer Camp – Data Rock
Fa Fa Fa - Data Rock
New Song – Data Rock
Here (In Your Arms) – Hellogoodbye
Somebody Told Me – The Killers
We Could Run Away – Needtobreathe
Here It Goes Again – Ok Go
A Million Ways – Ok Go
Hang Me Up To Dry – Cold War Kids

Any gym horror stories or work out “set lists” you want to share?

Meme Youyou Wewe…. wait a sec….

The term “meme” is new to…. me. This is one.

My old school Teen Mania friend, Dana, tagged me, and so I must propogate this beast. (Check out Dana’s blog. I didn’t know it existed until today, and well… you should just check it out.)

The rules for this meme are: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Six Quirky Things About Me

1. I have a specific way I close the gas tank. Dana, your bottle thing reminded me of this. When I put the gas cap on, I have to hear it click three times before I’m convinced that it’s closed. I’ve caught myself not paying attention before, and I had to take it off to redo so I could hear the clicks.

2. I like silly socks. I just ruined one of my favorite pairs. It was a pair of Care Bear socks with a tiny stuffed care bear head hanging off the back of the sock. I kept the socks because there has to be something I can do with those little bear heads. You know, something that’s not morbid.

3. I hate routine. This is pretty extreme. I like getting up at different times, even if it’s just by five minutes. I like going to the gym at different times of the day. Piano teaching and someday movie making are great for me because every day is different.

4. When I talk to you, you are the most important person in the world. This is something about myself that I’ve recently discovered. Of course, there are moments, days, whatever of exception, but for the most part when I’m talking to you face to face, there is nothing on my mind but you.

5. I don’t like shopping. But I do like shopping with people who do, because they just let me follow them around. Or they end up shopping for me.

6. Words make me think of songs. I sing lines to songs all day because words trigger them in my mind. I will make up my own songs if an appropriate song does not exist when the singing mood strikes.

Six Quirky People I Tag:

Alece
Joy Renee
Carol Lynn
Annie
Sarah
Sarah in Jersey

Alece, I didn’t pick people that you knew first.

To the rest of you, a virus that causes your hard drive to decompose and causes tiny leprechauns to rappel out of your nose will smite you if you don’t follow the rules.

Grande Mocha with whipped cream, please.

It was cold and I needed caffeine, so I stopped in at the coffee shop near the music store. I had turned in an application a few weeks ago, but I hadn’t heard back. After I ordered my drink, I asked about the now hiring sign.

“Are you guys still hiring?”

“Yeah!” The kid reached under the counter for an application.

“Actually, I already filled out an application. I was worried I might have turned you off with my attempt at humor.”

“Oh, we don’t have a sense of humor here.”

We shared a chuckle.

“Wait…..”, he narrowed his eyes and looked at me, “Are you the one that said something about flying…. ninja… monkeys?”

“Yeah. That was me.”

Insults of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Remember on Runaway Bride when Julia Roberts can’t decide how she likes her eggs? I was like that for a while, but I can tell you with no question that my favorite way to eat eggs is poached. Specifically, poached in boiling water, then laid to rest on a pile of buttered, cut into pieces, toast. Salted. To me, this is comfort food, and it is delicious.

I made this for dinner last night. While I was making it, my mom told me how her mom used to poach the eggs in milk, then pour the egg and milk onto toast. (I think this is how she described it.) My dad and I both made the “ew” face. This led to discussions of how nast the toast would be with warm milk poured all over it’s crunchy goodness. Then my mom started calling my dad milk toast.

This probably dates my grandparents more than it does my mom, but “milk toast” or “milquetoast” is an actual insult. It can apply to a person who is bland or weak, or to a person with no character or principles.

I think we should bring it back.

If You See Natalie

I stumbled across this guy on iTunes today. I bought his entire album because of this one song. Well, that and it was 6.99 for thirty some songs. The bargain shopper in me could not resist.

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Now playing: Eels – If You See Natalie
via FoxyTunes

A Chance to Spread Some Christmas Cheer

I feel kind of silly doing this, but when have I let that feeling stop me?

I am a HUGE fan of a writer named Mary Beth Ellis. I am a cyberstalker at her blog. All that means is that I read every single post, but never comment. I don’t comment because she is so consistently funny, witty, and well written that my words feel small and insufficient next to hers.

She writes often (not enough) for MSNBC.com, and her most recent offering has been met with some disdain.

I thought it was hilarious.

So I’m offering you a chance to spread some Christmas cheer by encouraging a writer who should be making her entire living off writing. Also, you should get a guffaw or two, or at least a chuckle from reading her satirical article.

So get your cheer by reading it here.

Then give some cheer by giving the article a good rating (you’ll see the stars at the end of it), or leave an encouraging comment on her blog.

Merry Christmas Eve!