Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Here's why. All the great 80's movies that I touched on over at GotYA like Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, and Ferris Bueller were of my young years since I was a child in the 80's. Don't get me wrong, my friends and I totally wore out the VHS tapes to these movies, but it wasn't like I was experiencing them in the moment of my actual "young adult" phase.
Ace Ventura: I'm ready to go in, coach, just give me a chance. I know there's a lot of riding on it, but it's all psychological. Just gotta stay in a positive frame of mind. [Hops up] I'm gonna execute a button-hook pattern, super slo-mo. [Gestures and makes sounds of a slow-motion picture and stops] Let's see that in an instant replay. [Does a reverse playback sound and gesture]
[Melissa is pretending to be Ace's sister to check him into a mental hospital]
Thursday, April 15, 2010
So without further adieu, here's my favorite books from back in the day.
And no collection would be complete with Are You There God, It's Me Margaret. I read my copy so many times that it eventually fell apart. I went years without being with Margaret, and it was tough. So a few months ago, I bought a Judy Blume boxed set. I so experienced everything that Margaret did from first loves to wanting my first period, etc. It's one of the greatest books of my life.
The Babysitters Club Books: I don't know where my childhood would have been without these books. When I say I was fond of them, that's a mild understatement. I had the books, the videos(ooh, did you not know about the series? It was tight!), the board game(what would you do if Jackie Rodwosky caught himself on fire?)--yep, I had it all. I even dressed up as Mary Anne in a "Dress Like a Book Character" Contest. My BFF went as Claudia. I have a huge loft left of books that were mine and then I got some of my cousins when she was selling them at a yard sale. However, there were some Super Specials that I really missed....so, once again, Ebay came to the rescue. I got 10 BSC Superspecials for $10, yes, $10 bucks! SOOOO exciting!
Warning!!! The following promo video showcasing the crazy skills of the wacky girls of GotYA may cause uncontrolled laughter, so please don't watch it where you'll get busted, because we may not have enough bail money to go around.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Someone would think to call oneself a Steel Magnolia is a paradox. I suppose that at the crux of my being I am a paradox. I am a liberal and a conservative; I am a saint, and I am a sinner; I am at times made of unbuckling steel, and at others, I’m as genteel as a soft, southern Magnolia.
I am like the steel buildings that have risen from the ashes of the antebellum landscape of the south. I am ever changing. As the magnolia stretches its roots deep into the red Georgia clay, so are my roots inextricably bound to the culture of the south, of Georgia, and of Cherokee County.
I am a true child of the old south. I was reared on raucous family reunions with plates teeming with golden fried chicken, garden fresh corn, okra, and green beans, homemade pound cake, and sugary sweet tea out of a mason jar. I am from that Old Time Religion of fire and brimstone preaching, sweltering summer revivals, walking down into the watery grave of baptism and being reborn in the blood of the Lamb. I am from an oral tradition spun by the adults of my family around the dining room table on Sundays as well as from the cocooned safety of grandmother’s lap. All of this has been both the “miracle grow” and “the welding” of my soul.
It has taken a steely character, an unflinching faith, and a tremendous resolve to see me through the darkest times of my life. Cancer came with fiendish delight devouring my innocence with its ravenous appetite.
If someone is not made of steel then how is it possible for them watch as their father wastes away to resemble someone who has wandered out of a concentration camp? To watch a heartless and unfeeling disease degrade him from a fiercely independent man to a diapered and helpless shell of his former self. Seventeen years old, two weeks away from high school graduation and I sat before my father’s casket on a bleak, rainy Sunday. Taps, a 21 gun salute, and then a kneeling soldier presented me with a folded flag, “On behalf of a grateful nation..” Only one month after being diagnosed, Soft Tissue Sarcoma, an Agent Orange related cancer, cut my father's life short at fifty-one.
Five years later, Cancer came calling again. This time it was for my best friend, my rock of support, my hero: my mama. My mama, another Steel Magnolia, a history teacher, a loyal friend, and a faithful daughter of Christ, was diagnosed with Glioblastoma, a spider-like brain tumor. Its tendrils had embedded deep into her brain robbing her of her memory, her ability to speak, and ultimately the hope of survival. Only a month after her diagnosis, she passed away peacefully in the home that she grew up in, surrounded by her family and friends. Her death shattered me into a thousand jagged pieces from which I’ll never be whole again.
To be orphaned at twenty-three would devastate anyone. Ordinarily, you would buckle under the pressure and snap. There have been many times when I felt myself dying from the inside. Death, despair, and disillusionment had broken me. I willed myself to succumb to the hardening winter that crushed my spirit. But then a spring time would enter my soul, and I would be rejuvenated with faith and a hardened determination to go on.
After each tragedy and each heartache, I am only stronger. I have seen that nothing can tear down the steely resolve of my character and no disease can truly kill my roots.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
Captain Oveur: What is it, Doctor? What's going on?
Rumack: I'm not sure. I haven't seen anything like this since the Anita Bryant concert.
Elaine Dickinson: Well, we had a choice of steak or fish.
Rumack: Yes, yes, I remember, I had lasagna.
Johnny: Oh, it's a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big Tylenol
Johnny: How about Mister Rogers?
Joey: No sir, I've never been up in a plane before.
Captain Oveur: You ever seen a grown man naked?
Guard: How dare YOU!
Ryan: No, how dare you!
Guard: No, no, how dare you!
Ryan: How dare you "no no" my how dare you!
Guard: You dare to dare me?
Ryan: How dare you how dare me when I how dare you, you big pee-pee head!
Guard: You are the Pee-pee head!
Ryan: Mr. Booger lips, ca-ca mouth!