Friday
Apr172009
This Week In...
Friday, April 17, 2009 at 1:40AM | Mr Lady
Deja Vu: A few too many years ago, I took off for a long weekend in Brooklyn, just because I wanted to. My friend had lent me a book, a murder mystery that I'd never heard of it before, and since I tend to read the same books a million times over, it took me a while to start it. I got going pretty hardcore while I was on the plane, and that book is arguably one of my favorite books in print today. Except it's out of print. And I lent my copy to another friend because she had to read it and I haven't seen her since. So I can order it used from Amazon for $0.99 and get a copy that someone used as a toilet booster seat or I can order a copy for $8 bazillion but I still have to order it from Amazon and friends, the truth is that I'm kind of scared of the internet.
A few days ago I took off for a long weekend in Los Angeles, for less fun reasons, and my favorite blogger in the world had sent me a book not too long before. It was a murder mystery called Flipping Out and I'd never heard of it before and since it's been a few too many years since I've read a new book in it's entirety, it took me a while to start it. I got going pretty hardcore while I was on the plane, and that book is arguably one of my favorite books in print today. Except it's not in print just yet. So you can wait until it hits the shelves to try it out, or you can ask me to send you an autographed copy once it's released and I might just do that.
In case you'd rather not just take my word for it, it's kind of like 10 Little Indians meets Trading Spaces meets The Shield. It's about fishing, cougars, house flippers, romance novelists, murder, greed, and the pièce de résistance? One of the main characters is introduced in the book as being a recovering Jehovah's Witness. Which I sort of have a thing for. It's about being a writer, about conflicts of interest, it's unpredictable and even I, who totally knew who Keyser Söze was 30 minutes into that movie, could not figure the mystery out. Oh, and the world's leading authority on all things awesome says that Marshall Karp is a totally rad guy who sends other people's kids Easter baskets, so he's got that going for him. Which is nice. And I like those mini Reese's in mine, for the record.
The apple falling not so far from the tree: When I was a little girl, under 6 little, I used to go into my father's room when he was at work and put one of his dirty shirts on. I'd then put one of his cowboy hats on and I'd dab my little arms with his Old Spice. Because I loved the smell of that man, and I missed it when he was gone. Or I was a cross-dresser. Either way.
When I was comforting my son last night, who was bawling his little eyes out for having made *gasp* a mistake on his math homework, my daughter snuck into my bathroom and rubbed her daddy's Old Spice deodorant all over her eyes. Because I left her for four days and all of a sudden, she loves the smell of her daddy and misses it when he's gone. Or she's just not terribly bright yet. Either way.
The number three and why it can bite me: In four days time, my friends crashed their car, I had my passport stolen by a senile woman who didn't look a thing like me so she couldnt' have used it anyway, and I had to call poison control within 5 hours of being home with my kids. We'll blame this on bad things happening in threes and not my totally suckitude, shall we?
Decent hand jobs making me all loose lipped: While I was stranded in LA, waiting for Fury's birthday party to start, realizing that I was about to meet d'Wife looking like a professional hobo, I stopped into the closest salon and asked them to for the love of god and all that's holy make my hair look like anything but *this*. I smelled like I won't tell you, my arms hurt from dragging my luggage all over the city and I'd just cried enough tears to flood miniature caucus races. Out of the back walked a veryveryvery hot girl named Natalie and she did things to my head that no one's ever done before. I almost proposed marriage to her but instead, I ended up telling her the name of this blog. Which may not be a big deal to you, but it's a big deal to me because she's the first person I've ever just randomly told about it. EVER. And now I'm kind of afraid. So hi, Natalie. If you're reading this, don't say I didn't warn you. It's worse than I let on.
Passing the buck and dropping the ball: The lovely Palinode was kind enough to cover my American Idol shift this week and he totally out-did me, but I think my husband failed in every way to tape Lost for me. So I lost my passport to get back at him. Suck on that, bitch.
A few days ago I took off for a long weekend in Los Angeles, for less fun reasons, and my favorite blogger in the world had sent me a book not too long before. It was a murder mystery called Flipping Out and I'd never heard of it before and since it's been a few too many years since I've read a new book in it's entirety, it took me a while to start it. I got going pretty hardcore while I was on the plane, and that book is arguably one of my favorite books in print today. Except it's not in print just yet. So you can wait until it hits the shelves to try it out, or you can ask me to send you an autographed copy once it's released and I might just do that.
In case you'd rather not just take my word for it, it's kind of like 10 Little Indians meets Trading Spaces meets The Shield. It's about fishing, cougars, house flippers, romance novelists, murder, greed, and the pièce de résistance? One of the main characters is introduced in the book as being a recovering Jehovah's Witness. Which I sort of have a thing for. It's about being a writer, about conflicts of interest, it's unpredictable and even I, who totally knew who Keyser Söze was 30 minutes into that movie, could not figure the mystery out. Oh, and the world's leading authority on all things awesome says that Marshall Karp is a totally rad guy who sends other people's kids Easter baskets, so he's got that going for him. Which is nice. And I like those mini Reese's in mine, for the record.
The apple falling not so far from the tree: When I was a little girl, under 6 little, I used to go into my father's room when he was at work and put one of his dirty shirts on. I'd then put one of his cowboy hats on and I'd dab my little arms with his Old Spice. Because I loved the smell of that man, and I missed it when he was gone. Or I was a cross-dresser. Either way.
When I was comforting my son last night, who was bawling his little eyes out for having made *gasp* a mistake on his math homework, my daughter snuck into my bathroom and rubbed her daddy's Old Spice deodorant all over her eyes. Because I left her for four days and all of a sudden, she loves the smell of her daddy and misses it when he's gone. Or she's just not terribly bright yet. Either way.
The number three and why it can bite me: In four days time, my friends crashed their car, I had my passport stolen by a senile woman who didn't look a thing like me so she couldnt' have used it anyway, and I had to call poison control within 5 hours of being home with my kids. We'll blame this on bad things happening in threes and not my totally suckitude, shall we?
Decent hand jobs making me all loose lipped: While I was stranded in LA, waiting for Fury's birthday party to start, realizing that I was about to meet d'Wife looking like a professional hobo, I stopped into the closest salon and asked them to for the love of god and all that's holy make my hair look like anything but *this*. I smelled like I won't tell you, my arms hurt from dragging my luggage all over the city and I'd just cried enough tears to flood miniature caucus races. Out of the back walked a veryveryvery hot girl named Natalie and she did things to my head that no one's ever done before. I almost proposed marriage to her but instead, I ended up telling her the name of this blog. Which may not be a big deal to you, but it's a big deal to me because she's the first person I've ever just randomly told about it. EVER. And now I'm kind of afraid. So hi, Natalie. If you're reading this, don't say I didn't warn you. It's worse than I let on.
Passing the buck and dropping the ball: The lovely Palinode was kind enough to cover my American Idol shift this week and he totally out-did me, but I think my husband failed in every way to tape Lost for me. So I lost my passport to get back at him. Suck on that, bitch.
Reader Comments (30)
I can haz mysteries? I'll even bring you back the two books i borrowed the last last time i was there and bring your bowl back from thanksgiving AND bring zombies with me. :D
I have 26 copies of Flipping Out in my house right now, so please for the love of dog do not enter me in a contest to win another one. But! It was released on March 31, so anyone who does not win can go buy it from scary Amazon. Or win it from me on Monday.
So your kid thought you smelled and covered herself in deodorant to compensate, probably because it was easier to smother herself in scent than remove all your stink?
I call that genius.
As for Lost, you didn't miss much... EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT WE FOUND OUT THAT BEN IS A HERMAPHRODITE AND MILES IS IS LOVE CHILD WITH THE SMOKE MONSTER... but otherwise it was pretty pedestrian.
damnit. that second "IS" should be "HIS"
You're scared of the Internet? I think the Internet is scared of you.
Dude. You knew who Keyser Söze was? That's pretty flipping amazing. I didn't get it until he stopped limping. I'm quick like that.
Welcome back, girl. Sounds like you need a very uneventful weekend to even things. Here's hopin!
sounds like a pretty quiet week to me.
First off...I love a good mystery..unfortunatly I haven't come accross any lately...so can I borrow yours???
Second I never missed my parents enough to want to dress or smell like them...but when my HS boyfriend left for boot camp, I would take his shirt and his Drakkar and that helped...now that smell reminds me of phyco...cause he was.
Now when my kids are away...and even though I am totally grateful to have a break from them, I miss them...I go into their room...smell their pillows...but I do not put on their clothes...they are so NOT me!!
Hi! I just popped over, because I am faithfully following the blog tour in hope to win a copy of flipping out. However, I did enjoy your blog and I will pop back over.
You need to hit Amsterdam I reckon
Lost is taped at my house. And if you can't make it, I'll hook you up with motherbumper's saved-my-ass site where you can watch past episodes of Lost on line. Legally. In Canada.
Or Katie can hook you up. I like to pimp her out like that.
You had quite a trip! And now I can say that I know of FOUR people that shouldn't travel: my grandparents, Amelia Earhart and Mr Lady.
Glad you made it back in one piece :).
I sprayed my husband's deodorant all over my hair once when I was getting ready for a job interview. I thought it was my hairspray. I didn't have time to wash it and redo it and during the interview, the whole room reeked of Axe bodyspray.
I didn't get the job.
Deodorant does not go in eyeballs or on hair.
Lost is on abc.com the next night. We always watch it online! Hooray for the internet!
just incase you lose your passport again...check out one for the money by janet evanovich....then the series continues....very addicting. glad you are home safe now...o' and you are like the 3rd person this week to mention something about "a recovering (name of religion)" hummmmm.
hmmm for some strange reason this all sounds perfectly normal to me...I think that says a lot about me. Anyways, glad everything is back to normal and tell your husband hes a douche for not recording lost but you can always wait a couple days and watch it on Hulu. As for the book you are talking about...it has been so long since I read a murder mistery that i hadn't figured out in the 1st 50 pages it would be nice to read one that is actually intreaguing.
What does a "hand job" have to do with your head? (or should I not ask that on the internet)
This is too much - love your blog! Love it all!
(NB: This is NOT a marriage proposal!) Will be checking back 'cause I need more!
I kid you not, I swear you discussed this book before. Deja Wow.
Am I crazy?
Going crazy?
I so dig Usual Suspects.
And Trading Places.
And the number three. Except now you've sorta blown it for me.
I'm moving on to 4.
Welcome Natalie. Thanks for taking care of Mr. Lady.
I love that you lost youur passport just to get back at him! (And the quest/favorite color? Classic!)
Deodorant in the eyes hurts like a sonofagun. Don't ask me how I personally know...
I'm the authority on all things awesome? That kinda rocks ;)
lovely Palinode did a good job... but can't hold a hand-job to you...
It was a senile old woman who took it? Why does it take me so long to get the real story. I really shouldn't let any of you (ANY OF YOU) out of the country without me being a chaperone. Seriously. I'm the world's smallest den mother.
Dude. I just love you. And what the hell is up with this week? For serious.
A shitty way to announce I have demoted to second favorite blogger.
First time reader (linked through the post of the week). I LOVE to read so if this is still available, feel free to pick me!! :)
Oh Lady I love you. Old Spice smells yummy...though not so much on the eyes. I hope she's okay.