<=== This is my favorite museum in the whole world.
Let me reiterate: in.the.whole.world. :)
As a kid, I went there on repeated field trips with school, with day camp, with family... you name the group, at one point or another, we went to the American Museum of Natural History (and/or the Hayden Planetarium) on a field trip.
I love it so much that, when I got engaged and my fiance came to visit me in NY, one of the first places I took him was the Museum of Natural History. 'Cause, if he didn't like that museum, well, there would be a problem. (He loved it. Of course.)
When the movie "A Night at the Museum" came out, I was ecstatic. And here's a true story -- when I watched the movie, and the credits were rolling, I cried! CRIED! Because I wanted that movie to be real. I wanted to be in the Museum every night with all of the displays coming to life -- to see the giant blue whale blow bubbles above my head, to play "fetch" with the T-Rex skeleton, to see the lions chase after me... okay, not the last one. But seriously, I loved that movie because it was my childhood dream come to life on the big screen.
Anyway, the reason for this post -- I took DD to see "Confessions of a Shopaholic" the other day (cute movie with a good message at the end) and what did I see?
TRAILER FOR "A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2"!!!
As you can imagine, I was the only one in the theater squealing with glee and applauding. DD sank into her seat, hissing, "MOM!" Ah, teenage embarassment over parental antics. What could be better. ;)
Childhood dream on the big screen, part 2, coming right up! WOOT!!!!!
Y'know how you have a random memory, and you can't quite remember everything about it, and you drive yourself a little crazy trying to figure it out, and when you finally do, it's wonderful?
No? Must be just me.
ANYway... I had a random memory about a little doll I had when I was a kid. It was about 5 or 6 inches tall, and it came with a record and a clip that enabled you to attach the doll to the spindle of your turntable.
....at this point, everyone under the age of 21 is saying, "Huh?"....
You attach the clip to the spindle, attach the doll to the clip, pose the doll, and turn on the record. It was supposed to look like she was dancing to the music. Heck, if I spun around that much, I'd puke, but I'm not made of plastic.
So, I remembered the doll, and her awesome flower child outfit, and the orange plastic record she came with, but couldn't for the life of me remember the name of the doll! It was making me CRAZY! Not just crazy with a small "c", but ALL CAPS CRAZY!!!! eeeh heh eeeeeh heh eeeeh heh (that's crazy breathing, BTW).
It's alright, my children, have no fear. My Google Fu is strong [bows low]. Wanna see what I found? Have a look!
(And yes, this counts as Terrific Tuesday Tunes because the doll came on a record and you had to play the music to get her dance and that's my story and I'm sticking with it. Nyahh.)
I just happened across a blog I tried to work on back in 2005... yes, four years ago!!!
At that time, blogging was all very new and I wanted to see what it was all about. Needless to say, I didn't stick with it back then. There are only three entries on that site.
However, to save them for posterity, I have copied those entries and am placing them here. Enjoy a little glimpse of nothing from 2005!
September 28, 2005 It's a Start!
Okay, so I've always said I should write more. And I've always said that I should keep a journal.
Will this be the day?
A little stream of conciousness here, a little creative writing there, a memoir, a commentary...
All of the above?
We'll see. I'm making a resolution to log in here once a week and write a little something. If I'm the only one who reads it, well whoop-de-doo. If my pals should happen across it, that would be cool. And if you, constant reader, enjoy what you read, let me know!
The game is afoot....
C 4:47 PM
September 29, 2005 Slow start?
Ahh, fall is finally in the air. It's been ridiculously warm here (highs in the mid 80's), but a cold front moved through last night and it was only 58 degrees at the bus stop this morning. Woo hoo!
I was going to sow some grass seed last night, since DH said it was supposed to rain. I'm glad I didn't - the seed would have blown away!
DH says he figured out why I'm such a slug during the day. He said I "shoot my load" (what a lovely phrase) first thing in the morning, and then I'm spent for the rest of the day! I have to admit, the kids have been giving me funny looks for the way I am in the morning... bouncy, happy, laughing... all while they're squinty-eyed and grumbling through their Pop-Tarts. It just cracks me up every morning to see the kids stumble down the stairs and grump that the dining room lights are too bright. After about half an hour, though, I'm ready to crawl back into bed. And no, it isn't the Coke (as in cola) making me that way. Suck it up, kids! You've got a kooky mom. Get used to it! 8:32 AM
October 11, 2005
Well, it's been more than a week since my last entry. I'm not following through on my resolution!
I've got to go sit through a Service Unit Meeting in a few minutes, so this can't be long.
My neighbor has been walking/jogging every day for the past few weeks and she's really looking great. I know I should be inspired, but I seem to find an excuse every time I think about doing the same thing. Yesterday morning I was sidelined by a HUGE headache. Dan even drove Alex to school, because I would have been a real terror behind the wheel. I actually went back to bed -- something I never ever do. Then this morning, I had a 9:15 appointment for the second half of my root canal. Tomorrow morning I ride. A little exercise, but not enough for this plus-sized gal. Sigh.
Oops, gotta go. Have to change my shirt - Tiger tore a hole in this one right before dinner.
I know I've been off the map lately, but blogging hasn't seemed to be appropriate during these sad times. Going through some hard stuff with the family and then we were smacked by the lovely ice storm. Something's conspiring against me!
Anyway, just to lighten my mood a skoash (how do you spell that???), here's my favorite diva, singing a song that I love to imitate (and that drives my children simply batty, so the more times I do it, the happier I am.)