I had a wonderful childhood full of great memories. Many of these memories come from my years and Pierce Elementary. One memory is at the front of my mind because of a little incident from yesterday.
Yesterday I was training a class at work. Luckily, this class did not include any summer interns. Anyway, I turned around to face the computer. My butt was facing the class, when I let a little toot slip. I tried to pretend it was the sound of me clicking the computer, I hope that no one noticed.
Well, I probably deserved such embarrassment. The memory from Pierce Elementary rushed to my mind. All the kids were in the gym listening to a slightly overweight, yet very dignified, man tell us about the latest fundraiser. Right in the middle of his pitch, he farted. It was the loudest fart I have ever heard in my life. Maybe it was worse because it got picked up by the mic, I don't know. Anyway, at the same time, every single student figured out that the dignified man was the culprit, and each one yelled out "ewwwww" and scooted back two feet away from the fundraiser rep simultaneously. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word. The vice principal had to get up in front of everyone to get them to calm down. I think the fundraiser rep had a hard time finishing his pitch after that. I hope that he didn't go home and cry.
Do you have any toot/fart stories? Did you ever call them barfing spiders? I did for a while after my cousin called them barking spiders and I didn't get it. I didn't get it for many years.
oh, and telling this story reminds me of a mini story:
Catherine to her young friend Kayla: "Do you know why they call them fun raisers? Because they raise the fun."
Kayla to Catherine: "No, it is a funDraiser."
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
This is not a Love Song
Last night the hubby and I went out on the town. We headed over to the Crofoot Ballroom in Pontiac to see Public Image Limited (PiL). As a band PiL had moderate pop/rock success through the 80s. Their biggest song in the UK is the semi-disco song, "This is not a Love Song". Their biggest hit in the States was the Rock song "Rise". Nathan says they are the greatest most prolific band you have never heard of. I bet none of these things help you know who they are. Most people know the band because of the lead singer. The lead singer is John Lydon. John Lydon is more famously known as the crazy eyed Johnny Rotten from the influential British punk rock band, "The Sex Pistols." I first heard of the Sex Pistols in the early 80s in the church children's choir. No, we didn't perform an adorable rendition of "Anarchy in the UK," but one of the older kids did write the band name in permanent marker on one of the tambourines.
We got to the ballroom a little early and stood in line behind a couple of youngsters (definitely under 21). Most of the crowd was quite a bit older than us, but we managed to find the two youngsters who loved vinyl and old music. One might think that we would get along great with our line buddies, since the hubby and I sort of fit into this category. It isn't like we were rocking out to PiL in elementary school. However, we don't like other people who think they are as cool as us or cooler. It did help that they were super easy to trick. Some of the people waiting in line, decided to wait in the bar attached to the ballroom. The boys couldn't get in. They were obsessed with the idea that those people were going to get in first. I had a wonderful time looking in the window and telling the boys that they were letting some people in while we were still standing in the cold. I also found a guy in the crowd who looked the part of a PiL band member. I insisted that he was in the band and we were definitely keeping track of his whereabouts. These little boys kept name dropping all the people they had seen in concert. "Oh, when I saw Lou Reed...", "Oh when I saw the Sugar Cubes...", "Oh, that guy is wearing a Devo t-shirt, we should get into Devo, we should get into Devo before Dave gets into Devo..." (for the record, Nathan and I are already into Devo) were all things they discussed. When a guy taking a survey asked them how they listen to music, they said they only listen to Vinyl. How hipster of them. I have plenty of records, but you can't listen to them in a car. That is why the world has moved on to other ways of recording music. They also were hoping that they would get spitted on by their hero.
The ballroom was a lovely place to see a show. They have a balcony with lovely tables and chairs. We nabbed chairs and had a great view. John claimed in an interview that he now sounds like a bag of kittens being thrown down the stairs. Despite that, he did a wonderful job and put on quite a show. He was a little paranoid though. He seemed to be super worried that the fans would try to get on the stage. Was he worried because he was in "Detroit" and we have a bad reputation? Was he worried that because of his Punk Rock past kids would come up and try to spit on him? Nathan seems to think it is a British thing. He brings his own security in the form of an old friend who happens to be a Soccer Hooligan (they call him John Rambo). During one of the last songs, the lead singer freaked out about one of the other security guards leaning on the stage. Because of this all the guards left and it was up to the hooligan to keep the few overzealous fans off the stage. If you are super interested, that clip from the concert made it online.
Overall, it was a lovely night on the town. What was the last concert you went to? How did it go? Children Choir Directors, what songs do you think would be funny to have the kids sing if it wasn't so inappropriate?
Compliments of the PiL Website.
We got to the ballroom a little early and stood in line behind a couple of youngsters (definitely under 21). Most of the crowd was quite a bit older than us, but we managed to find the two youngsters who loved vinyl and old music. One might think that we would get along great with our line buddies, since the hubby and I sort of fit into this category. It isn't like we were rocking out to PiL in elementary school. However, we don't like other people who think they are as cool as us or cooler. It did help that they were super easy to trick. Some of the people waiting in line, decided to wait in the bar attached to the ballroom. The boys couldn't get in. They were obsessed with the idea that those people were going to get in first. I had a wonderful time looking in the window and telling the boys that they were letting some people in while we were still standing in the cold. I also found a guy in the crowd who looked the part of a PiL band member. I insisted that he was in the band and we were definitely keeping track of his whereabouts. These little boys kept name dropping all the people they had seen in concert. "Oh, when I saw Lou Reed...", "Oh when I saw the Sugar Cubes...", "Oh, that guy is wearing a Devo t-shirt, we should get into Devo, we should get into Devo before Dave gets into Devo..." (for the record, Nathan and I are already into Devo) were all things they discussed. When a guy taking a survey asked them how they listen to music, they said they only listen to Vinyl. How hipster of them. I have plenty of records, but you can't listen to them in a car. That is why the world has moved on to other ways of recording music. They also were hoping that they would get spitted on by their hero.
The ballroom was a lovely place to see a show. They have a balcony with lovely tables and chairs. We nabbed chairs and had a great view. John claimed in an interview that he now sounds like a bag of kittens being thrown down the stairs. Despite that, he did a wonderful job and put on quite a show. He was a little paranoid though. He seemed to be super worried that the fans would try to get on the stage. Was he worried because he was in "Detroit" and we have a bad reputation? Was he worried that because of his Punk Rock past kids would come up and try to spit on him? Nathan seems to think it is a British thing. He brings his own security in the form of an old friend who happens to be a Soccer Hooligan (they call him John Rambo). During one of the last songs, the lead singer freaked out about one of the other security guards leaning on the stage. Because of this all the guards left and it was up to the hooligan to keep the few overzealous fans off the stage. If you are super interested, that clip from the concert made it online.
Overall, it was a lovely night on the town. What was the last concert you went to? How did it go? Children Choir Directors, what songs do you think would be funny to have the kids sing if it wasn't so inappropriate?
Compliments of the PiL Website.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Charlie is...a punk rocker...
What an adventure in uncleanliness today has been.
It started when I picked Charles up from Daycare. All the kids got together and painted a washer box and a dryer box. They did a great job, and even though Charles was covered in paint, it was adorable. He did a super excellent job of turning himself into a punk rocker. Charles kind of looks like Johnny Rotten anyway, but today he was extra punk with green and purple splotches added to his lovely locks. Ms. Connie, the daycare owner, apologized for what a mess Charles was, but I didn't really mind.
All the way home from daycare Charles was asking for cake. I new we didn't have any cake at home, so when we pulled into the driveway at the same time as Nathan, I suggested that we go out to dinner. I didn't want to disappoint Charles so of course we had to get a cookie sundae to split between the three of us. Normally Charles lets us feed him stuff like that, but not today. Today he wanted to do it himself. This meant that the little fella was covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup. When we got home, I knew he needed a bath.
Charles loves baths, so we headed up. He really wanted to sit on the potty, I let him but nothing happened. Nothing happened until he got into the bathtub and was in the middle of playing. I have fallen in love with Clorox disinfectant wipes, and I was using them to clean the rest of the bathroom while Charles was in the bathtub. This came to an abrupt stop when Charles had "That look" on his face. Just as I was asking him if he had to go potty, a giant log of poop appeared in the bathtub. It wasn't a little baby poop. It was a man poop. I quickly yanked Charles out of the tub and called for Nathan. Of course, Charles's hair had just been sudsed up with shampoo.
I asked Nathan to take Charles into his shower to rinse off. Charles refused to go with him. Instead he decided to pee all over the floor...three times.
Finally, when I agreed to go with him, Charles went into the "man shower." I thought that nothing could be grosser than a bathtub with a huge log of poo in it. I was wrong. The man shower, and the man bathroom in general, is much grosser than the poop bathtub. Of course, Charles loved being in the man filth. I cleaned him up as quickly as possible and sent him down to daddy with his jammies.
I finally attacked both bathrooms with cleaning products. The bathtub got filled with bleach water. Bath toys have been thrown away. I disinfected the entire bathroom floor. I hosed down the man shower with some really toxic smelling chemicals. As of right now, they are all soaking. I will attack again tomorrow after more cleaning products are purchased. I guess maybe the man bathroom has to be cleaned more than once a year. GEESH! COME ON!
It started when I picked Charles up from Daycare. All the kids got together and painted a washer box and a dryer box. They did a great job, and even though Charles was covered in paint, it was adorable. He did a super excellent job of turning himself into a punk rocker. Charles kind of looks like Johnny Rotten anyway, but today he was extra punk with green and purple splotches added to his lovely locks. Ms. Connie, the daycare owner, apologized for what a mess Charles was, but I didn't really mind.
All the way home from daycare Charles was asking for cake. I new we didn't have any cake at home, so when we pulled into the driveway at the same time as Nathan, I suggested that we go out to dinner. I didn't want to disappoint Charles so of course we had to get a cookie sundae to split between the three of us. Normally Charles lets us feed him stuff like that, but not today. Today he wanted to do it himself. This meant that the little fella was covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup. When we got home, I knew he needed a bath.
Charles loves baths, so we headed up. He really wanted to sit on the potty, I let him but nothing happened. Nothing happened until he got into the bathtub and was in the middle of playing. I have fallen in love with Clorox disinfectant wipes, and I was using them to clean the rest of the bathroom while Charles was in the bathtub. This came to an abrupt stop when Charles had "That look" on his face. Just as I was asking him if he had to go potty, a giant log of poop appeared in the bathtub. It wasn't a little baby poop. It was a man poop. I quickly yanked Charles out of the tub and called for Nathan. Of course, Charles's hair had just been sudsed up with shampoo.
I asked Nathan to take Charles into his shower to rinse off. Charles refused to go with him. Instead he decided to pee all over the floor...three times.
Finally, when I agreed to go with him, Charles went into the "man shower." I thought that nothing could be grosser than a bathtub with a huge log of poo in it. I was wrong. The man shower, and the man bathroom in general, is much grosser than the poop bathtub. Of course, Charles loved being in the man filth. I cleaned him up as quickly as possible and sent him down to daddy with his jammies.
I finally attacked both bathrooms with cleaning products. The bathtub got filled with bleach water. Bath toys have been thrown away. I disinfected the entire bathroom floor. I hosed down the man shower with some really toxic smelling chemicals. As of right now, they are all soaking. I will attack again tomorrow after more cleaning products are purchased. I guess maybe the man bathroom has to be cleaned more than once a year. GEESH! COME ON!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Eyjafjallajokull - all my fault.
Sorry Europe, the eruption of the Eyjafjallajokull volcano is all my fault. I didn't know when I first heard about it, but now I realize that it was divine providence.
This weekend we attended the baptism of my nephew, baby Tony. Baby Tony lives in Rhode Island with his parents Jason and Gina. It takes about 13 hours to drive to Rhode Island. When we were invited to the baptism, for some reason we decided to go. It was a crazy idea. Who drives 13 hours each way for a baptism? It was all part of the divine plan.
We drove through the night so Charles would sleep, it was pretty uneventful, but we did stop at every rest area we saw towards the end of the trip. When we got to Rhode Island, Grandpa and Grandma took Charles to go play with his cousins Dominick and Tony. The picture below is the only one I could get with all of them in it. They played together really well, they just refused to sit together to get their picture taken.
Nathan and I rested for a bit and then joined everyone for lunch and then watched the kids play at Jason and Gina's house. At one point my whole family was zonked out on Jason and Gina's couch.
The baptism was Sunday and it was beautiful, oh and I am baby Tony's Godmother. Ok, officially I am his Christian Witness because I am not Catholic, but I prefer the sound of Godmother. That is where the Divine Intervention came into play. Gina's sister Linda was originally scheduled to be little Tony's Godmother, but God thought that was a terrible idea and caused the volcano to erupt so she wouldn't be able to fly into town, therefore I would be the Godmother. God works in mysterious ways. Some might call me the substitute Godmother, but I prefer New Godmother or the Godmother of Destiny.
The picture below is of me and my new Godson. I had to have Nathan take a picture of just the two of us during the baptism party because he left me out of all of the official baptism pictures he took.
See, here is a lovely picture of the actual Baptism. You can see the Deacon, the mother, baby Tony, the father, the Godfather, but where is the Godmother? Maybe her husband cut her out of the picture.
Luckily Charles was very well behaved during the actual baptism. He was intrigued by a pigeon that was trapped in the church. He was not a good boy during the actual Mass before hand. We were sitting in the front of the church and he kept trying to make a break for the alter. I know Jesus said to let the children come to him, but I am not sure the priest would have enjoyed holding Charles while he spoke.
While we were in Rhode Island we had a wonderful time playing with Charles's cousins. Dominick loves playing the guitar and singing. He is going to be quite the rock star because he loves to perform. He also loves to get his picture taken.
Little Tony and Nathan also became quite close.
We did have a wonderful time for the short two days we were there. We drove back Sunday night. All weekend Charles cried when he had to get into our car because his Grandpa's car has a TV in it. We had a surprise of our own. We brought a little DVD player with us and we let him watch movies on the way home. He was in all his glory because it was close enough to him that he could manage all of the controls. I repeated the movie several times, but also skipped through the parts he didn't like.
We got home early this morning and had to drive through the Detroit rush hour. Nathan was amazing. I was in and out of consciousness for the last 3 hours, but he was a trooper and managed to get us home safely. I was so happy to have the day off today. Even with the day off, I took Charles to daycare. He didn't seem to understand why Mommy wanted to sleep instead of play.
Overall, the trip was a success. Also, "In your face Andrew, you are not the only person who can have two Godchildren!"
This weekend we attended the baptism of my nephew, baby Tony. Baby Tony lives in Rhode Island with his parents Jason and Gina. It takes about 13 hours to drive to Rhode Island. When we were invited to the baptism, for some reason we decided to go. It was a crazy idea. Who drives 13 hours each way for a baptism? It was all part of the divine plan.
We drove through the night so Charles would sleep, it was pretty uneventful, but we did stop at every rest area we saw towards the end of the trip. When we got to Rhode Island, Grandpa and Grandma took Charles to go play with his cousins Dominick and Tony. The picture below is the only one I could get with all of them in it. They played together really well, they just refused to sit together to get their picture taken.
Nathan and I rested for a bit and then joined everyone for lunch and then watched the kids play at Jason and Gina's house. At one point my whole family was zonked out on Jason and Gina's couch.
The baptism was Sunday and it was beautiful, oh and I am baby Tony's Godmother. Ok, officially I am his Christian Witness because I am not Catholic, but I prefer the sound of Godmother. That is where the Divine Intervention came into play. Gina's sister Linda was originally scheduled to be little Tony's Godmother, but God thought that was a terrible idea and caused the volcano to erupt so she wouldn't be able to fly into town, therefore I would be the Godmother. God works in mysterious ways. Some might call me the substitute Godmother, but I prefer New Godmother or the Godmother of Destiny.
The picture below is of me and my new Godson. I had to have Nathan take a picture of just the two of us during the baptism party because he left me out of all of the official baptism pictures he took.
See, here is a lovely picture of the actual Baptism. You can see the Deacon, the mother, baby Tony, the father, the Godfather, but where is the Godmother? Maybe her husband cut her out of the picture.
Luckily Charles was very well behaved during the actual baptism. He was intrigued by a pigeon that was trapped in the church. He was not a good boy during the actual Mass before hand. We were sitting in the front of the church and he kept trying to make a break for the alter. I know Jesus said to let the children come to him, but I am not sure the priest would have enjoyed holding Charles while he spoke.
While we were in Rhode Island we had a wonderful time playing with Charles's cousins. Dominick loves playing the guitar and singing. He is going to be quite the rock star because he loves to perform. He also loves to get his picture taken.
Little Tony and Nathan also became quite close.
We did have a wonderful time for the short two days we were there. We drove back Sunday night. All weekend Charles cried when he had to get into our car because his Grandpa's car has a TV in it. We had a surprise of our own. We brought a little DVD player with us and we let him watch movies on the way home. He was in all his glory because it was close enough to him that he could manage all of the controls. I repeated the movie several times, but also skipped through the parts he didn't like.
We got home early this morning and had to drive through the Detroit rush hour. Nathan was amazing. I was in and out of consciousness for the last 3 hours, but he was a trooper and managed to get us home safely. I was so happy to have the day off today. Even with the day off, I took Charles to daycare. He didn't seem to understand why Mommy wanted to sleep instead of play.
Overall, the trip was a success. Also, "In your face Andrew, you are not the only person who can have two Godchildren!"
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Bunnyville? Should be sucksville!
Last weekend, Easter weekend, the Detroit zoo had record setting attendance. Good Friday set a new record and even Saturday with rainy weather beat the previous record. Sure the weather was great, but I think the reason they had such great attendance was bunnyville. The zoo had planned and advertised all sorts of bunny related festivities. The one that really peaked my interest was "hundreds of bunnies" available for petting.
I am never one to try to attend the hot event of the season. I hate crowds. However, I love bunnies. I had images in my mind of Charles and I cuddling with bunnies and baby chicks. Charles would love them. I would get a ton of adorable pictures of him with little woodland creatures.
My friend Nikki and I took our boys to see bunnyville, Carter and Charles. There was a huge crowd trying to get into the zoo. Charles and I were very lucky. My friend Dale is a member of the zoo, and he met us there and got us in for free and we didn't even have to pay for parking. I was so excited to see the bunnies. That was the only thing on my mind. We bypassed a lot of regular zoo exhibits in pursuit of the bunnies.
Turns out, THERE WERE NO BUNNIES! Hundreds of bunnies were advertised. 25-30 bunnies were brought in. The bunnies had e-coli and the zoo had to get rid of them. I am not sure how a bunny e-coli experience would work. Did the bunnies have the runs? That would be messy even with only a few bunnies. Do they spread e-coli through their bunny droppings? Would the kids have to lick the bunnies? Anyway, there were no bunnies, and there were no animals at the zoo for us to pet at all. Perhaps they all had e-coli.
So, I hereby, call out the Detroit Zoo. Bunnyville was sucksville. Also, they didn't even have the train running on the biggest zoo day ever.
Despite visiting sucksville, everyone had a really good time. The boys enjoyed running around and playing on the playground. They made the most of the fountains and even just the drinking fountain. I was a mess all day from allergies, but it was still a blast to see the boys having so much fun.
Finally, right before the rain came, we headed out. We were completely exhausted. Nikki and Carter got Charles the most adorable stuffed orange penguin to remember his trip. As we walked out of the zoo, "uppy,"Charles said, asking me to pick him up. As I lifted him up, he launched his penguin over the fence into one of the exhibits. Did he want to see the penguin fly, or did he want to set it free? Charles either doesn't understand penguins or zoos. If it had been up to me I would have left the zoo without the stuffed penguin to teach Charles a lesson. The lady behind me didn't think that was an important lesson. She felt bad for Charles and dragged us back to the zoo greeter to see if he could let us into the enclosure to get the penguin. He took us to another person who led us to another person. Luckily, no one let us into the enclosure, but they did get Charles a new penguin. I wouldn't let Charles hold this new penguin.
The boys found the mister/drinking fountain. They loved it. Charles thought the drinking fountain was the best part.
One of the perks was getting bunny faces painted on the kids. I thought that Charles might throw a fit about it, but it turns out he loved it. It was really quite adorable.
There was a huge playground in the middle of the zoo. It was for ages five and up. Carter and Charles paid no attention to that. They LOVED it.
There was a little fountain just outside the penguin exhibit. I think that Charles thought that was why we went there. He thought it was great and the boys enjoyed splashing each other.
So, listen here Detroit Zoo. Sure we had fun, even without your bunnies, but you better straighten up. Next time we might find another zoo.
I am never one to try to attend the hot event of the season. I hate crowds. However, I love bunnies. I had images in my mind of Charles and I cuddling with bunnies and baby chicks. Charles would love them. I would get a ton of adorable pictures of him with little woodland creatures.
My friend Nikki and I took our boys to see bunnyville, Carter and Charles. There was a huge crowd trying to get into the zoo. Charles and I were very lucky. My friend Dale is a member of the zoo, and he met us there and got us in for free and we didn't even have to pay for parking. I was so excited to see the bunnies. That was the only thing on my mind. We bypassed a lot of regular zoo exhibits in pursuit of the bunnies.
Turns out, THERE WERE NO BUNNIES! Hundreds of bunnies were advertised. 25-30 bunnies were brought in. The bunnies had e-coli and the zoo had to get rid of them. I am not sure how a bunny e-coli experience would work. Did the bunnies have the runs? That would be messy even with only a few bunnies. Do they spread e-coli through their bunny droppings? Would the kids have to lick the bunnies? Anyway, there were no bunnies, and there were no animals at the zoo for us to pet at all. Perhaps they all had e-coli.
So, I hereby, call out the Detroit Zoo. Bunnyville was sucksville. Also, they didn't even have the train running on the biggest zoo day ever.
Despite visiting sucksville, everyone had a really good time. The boys enjoyed running around and playing on the playground. They made the most of the fountains and even just the drinking fountain. I was a mess all day from allergies, but it was still a blast to see the boys having so much fun.
Finally, right before the rain came, we headed out. We were completely exhausted. Nikki and Carter got Charles the most adorable stuffed orange penguin to remember his trip. As we walked out of the zoo, "uppy,"Charles said, asking me to pick him up. As I lifted him up, he launched his penguin over the fence into one of the exhibits. Did he want to see the penguin fly, or did he want to set it free? Charles either doesn't understand penguins or zoos. If it had been up to me I would have left the zoo without the stuffed penguin to teach Charles a lesson. The lady behind me didn't think that was an important lesson. She felt bad for Charles and dragged us back to the zoo greeter to see if he could let us into the enclosure to get the penguin. He took us to another person who led us to another person. Luckily, no one let us into the enclosure, but they did get Charles a new penguin. I wouldn't let Charles hold this new penguin.
The boys found the mister/drinking fountain. They loved it. Charles thought the drinking fountain was the best part.
One of the perks was getting bunny faces painted on the kids. I thought that Charles might throw a fit about it, but it turns out he loved it. It was really quite adorable.
There was a huge playground in the middle of the zoo. It was for ages five and up. Carter and Charles paid no attention to that. They LOVED it.
There was a little fountain just outside the penguin exhibit. I think that Charles thought that was why we went there. He thought it was great and the boys enjoyed splashing each other.
So, listen here Detroit Zoo. Sure we had fun, even without your bunnies, but you better straighten up. Next time we might find another zoo.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I don't get out much
OK, I do get out of the house a lot, but I rarely get out to try interesting new adventures. I might declare a midyear resolution to try out more new stuff and adventures.
The first new adventure was the Roller Derby.
The first new adventure was the Roller Derby.
I would like to say that I always wanted to attend a Roller Derby my whole life. What is there not to love? A sport with women in crazy outfits on Roller Skates definitely sounds like something I was born to do. The truth is, I never even knew what the Roller Derby was until the last few years. My friend Nikki invited me to attend the Roller Derby with her. She got us tickets to see the Detroit Derby Girls (click here ). I needed to do some research, so Iwatched the movie "Whip It". It was filmed in Michigan, so I felt it would give an accurate portrayal of what I was in for. It made me a little nervous that Punk Rock Guys would fall in love with me and also made me worried about what my outfit would be.
I was going to go with a totally punk rock look for the roller derby, but I reigned it in a bit because my friend Cleo told me I would look like a fool. Maybe I would have. I decided to just look like a chubby Teenager and put on some extra eyeliner.
The Roller Derby was on Saturday and it is located at the Masonic Temple in Downtown Detroit. Saturday night I headed to my friend Nikki's house to make her drive. I avoid driving in Detroit as much as possible. I can't speak for all people from "up north" but to me, everything south of Clarkston is Detroit and I get lost every single time I drive there.
The first adventure of the evening was that Nikki decided to stop at an ATM in Detroit. WHAT? This was a bad idea. We drove all over the ghetto until she finally found a party store with an ATM. I refused to go in with her. She left me in the car and I regretted it when the homeless man who looked like the "Pants on the Ground" guy from American Idol walked toward me. I am not really afraid of homeless people, but I am afraid of Detroit, so I was a little uneasy. Luckily, Nikki returned and we took off. As I looked back I realized the homeless man was wearing awesome jeans with very colorful embroidery all over them.
We finally got to the Masonic Temple and it is a beautiful place. I had never been there, but I thought it was a theater. It is a theater, but it also has a lot of other things going on. The Roller Derby was on the third floor in a very strange room. I couldn't figure out if it used to be a ballroom or a gymnasium. It was too nice to be a gym, but not nice enough to be a ballroom.
In the movie Whip It, the track is banked, there are railings, and there are bleachers. None of that was true for this Roller Derby. It was still really fun to watch, but it was hard to see. Next time we attend, we will get there just as the doors open so we can get the suicide seats. The suicide seats are on the floor right next to the track. You can see everything from there.
Overall, it was a good game and a good time. Detroit beat Pittsburgh 180ish to 150ish. The people watching was amazing (although, it was suburb city in there). Very few punk rock boys fell in love with me and my look fit in just fine. As an extra good note, the snacks and souvenirs were very reasonably priced.
I do have a suggestion for them. I think they should play somewhere with bleachers. It is super cool that they play in Detroit in an awesome old building, but probably two thirds of the people had trouble seeing the bout. I am not sure where they could go to have the same street cred but add bleachers, but it is worth looking into.
Other adventures I might try:
I was going to go with a totally punk rock look for the roller derby, but I reigned it in a bit because my friend Cleo told me I would look like a fool. Maybe I would have. I decided to just look like a chubby Teenager and put on some extra eyeliner.
The Roller Derby was on Saturday and it is located at the Masonic Temple in Downtown Detroit. Saturday night I headed to my friend Nikki's house to make her drive. I avoid driving in Detroit as much as possible. I can't speak for all people from "up north" but to me, everything south of Clarkston is Detroit and I get lost every single time I drive there.
The first adventure of the evening was that Nikki decided to stop at an ATM in Detroit. WHAT? This was a bad idea. We drove all over the ghetto until she finally found a party store with an ATM. I refused to go in with her. She left me in the car and I regretted it when the homeless man who looked like the "Pants on the Ground" guy from American Idol walked toward me. I am not really afraid of homeless people, but I am afraid of Detroit, so I was a little uneasy. Luckily, Nikki returned and we took off. As I looked back I realized the homeless man was wearing awesome jeans with very colorful embroidery all over them.
We finally got to the Masonic Temple and it is a beautiful place. I had never been there, but I thought it was a theater. It is a theater, but it also has a lot of other things going on. The Roller Derby was on the third floor in a very strange room. I couldn't figure out if it used to be a ballroom or a gymnasium. It was too nice to be a gym, but not nice enough to be a ballroom.
In the movie Whip It, the track is banked, there are railings, and there are bleachers. None of that was true for this Roller Derby. It was still really fun to watch, but it was hard to see. Next time we attend, we will get there just as the doors open so we can get the suicide seats. The suicide seats are on the floor right next to the track. You can see everything from there.
Overall, it was a good game and a good time. Detroit beat Pittsburgh 180ish to 150ish. The people watching was amazing (although, it was suburb city in there). Very few punk rock boys fell in love with me and my look fit in just fine. As an extra good note, the snacks and souvenirs were very reasonably priced.
I do have a suggestion for them. I think they should play somewhere with bleachers. It is super cool that they play in Detroit in an awesome old building, but probably two thirds of the people had trouble seeing the bout. I am not sure where they could go to have the same street cred but add bleachers, but it is worth looking into.
Other adventures I might try:
- Zoos
- The library
- Adult roller skating
- Mommy/child events/locations
- Biking
- Cougar Dance Clubs
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Deep in the Heart of Texas
I know two people from Texas and both of them are amazing and super nice.
That said, the media has taught me differently. The media has shown me that all the women in Texas have gigantic hair. They have also taught me that every parent in Texas pushes their child into either Football, Cheerleading, or Beauty Pageants. The children are not just pushed to participate, but to WIN. I would like to officially thank my parents for not pushing me into any of these things.
I think I got a free pass on Football because I am a girl. It is a good thing I got that pass, because I would have been terrible at Football. When I was a Junior in High School I played in the Porker Bowl (the one girl football game) and I was terrible. I also still don't understand the rules despite being married for 5 years to the world's biggest Football Fan.
I think I would have also had trouble with the Cheerleading. Sure, I am loud. That would have helped. I am also good at clapping and shaking pom poms. However, I am terrible at any sort of gymnastics. I took 3 seasons of gymnastics lessons as a kid. The first one wasn't so bad because I was young and I was just the worst one in a group of kids my own age. I would have to spend time in the corner practicing my cartwheels while the other kids got to do other things. I was 13 when I took the other classes. That isn't so bad except that I was still in beginners 1 and most of the other kids were 5-8 years old and much better at gymnastics than I was.
The fact that I was a chubby homely kid would have sealed my fate in texas. I would have looked horendous in a beauty pageant. But I do think I would have been good at the fake smile and pretty feet. I think I could have mastered the little routines and dances. I probably would have enjoyed the make up and stuff. But in the end, they are looking for the prettiest little girl and that wouldn't have been me.
I am in favor of big hair, but the nice thing about living in the North is that my naturally biggish hair is big in comparison to most. If I lived in Texas I would have to put in a lot more work to compete in the big hair department.
How would you fare in Texas? Are you from Texas? Is it really like they depict it on TV? Are there other places that work like this?
That said, the media has taught me differently. The media has shown me that all the women in Texas have gigantic hair. They have also taught me that every parent in Texas pushes their child into either Football, Cheerleading, or Beauty Pageants. The children are not just pushed to participate, but to WIN. I would like to officially thank my parents for not pushing me into any of these things.
I think I got a free pass on Football because I am a girl. It is a good thing I got that pass, because I would have been terrible at Football. When I was a Junior in High School I played in the Porker Bowl (the one girl football game) and I was terrible. I also still don't understand the rules despite being married for 5 years to the world's biggest Football Fan.
I think I would have also had trouble with the Cheerleading. Sure, I am loud. That would have helped. I am also good at clapping and shaking pom poms. However, I am terrible at any sort of gymnastics. I took 3 seasons of gymnastics lessons as a kid. The first one wasn't so bad because I was young and I was just the worst one in a group of kids my own age. I would have to spend time in the corner practicing my cartwheels while the other kids got to do other things. I was 13 when I took the other classes. That isn't so bad except that I was still in beginners 1 and most of the other kids were 5-8 years old and much better at gymnastics than I was.
The fact that I was a chubby homely kid would have sealed my fate in texas. I would have looked horendous in a beauty pageant. But I do think I would have been good at the fake smile and pretty feet. I think I could have mastered the little routines and dances. I probably would have enjoyed the make up and stuff. But in the end, they are looking for the prettiest little girl and that wouldn't have been me.
I am in favor of big hair, but the nice thing about living in the North is that my naturally biggish hair is big in comparison to most. If I lived in Texas I would have to put in a lot more work to compete in the big hair department.
How would you fare in Texas? Are you from Texas? Is it really like they depict it on TV? Are there other places that work like this?
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