Sunday, March 25, 2007
Gopher Grab A Booey! Man Overboard
1) HOW? Or more exact, How DRUNK are you? I mean, I understand if you were tipsy. You're on a cruise, Issac tends to overserve and you enjoyed one too many umbrella drinks. But lets face it, it takes some amount of cordination to jump up on the railing and swan dive into the deep blue. Unless you pissed off Julie and Vicki and they pushed you, or you're one of Doc's disgruntled girlfriends.
2) HOW DUMB ARE YOU? In this question I am also referring to your friends. Did they encourage this? If this is the case, get new friends. Or at least don't listen when they want you to reinact the"King of The World" scene in Titanic.
3) HOW PISSED WAS EVERYONE WHEN THEY TURNED AROUND TO GET YOU? Not that I am a great waterskier, but I remember how annoying it was to drop some stupid skier who tripped over the wake and have to go back and retreive them. This person fell off a floating city. If I were the spotter I would say "fuck it" and let him swim his ass to shore.
But maybe falling of a cruise ship is tramatizing. Especially if you can't swim and even more so if you are appetizing to sea life. I however am not sympathetic. My advice to them is this: Keep your ass on the Lido deck and take in a Charo show. No one cares if you drown.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
There is Something Seriously Wrong With Me. I Swear!
Now, I am not so much a hyperchondrac rather I have decided that this is the worst possible thing that could happen to me so I am convinced I have it. A few months ago my head felt funny and instead of accepting the doctor's assessment of 'sinus problems" I was convinced this was some neorological illness settling in once and for all rendering me catatonic in a wheel chair. No more golf skiing, tennis or the multitue of sports that I play obsessively. My family would be miserable and I would be payed back for my lifetime of happiness.
I have told others that I would rather have anything else, especially something that either you treat it, get better or die than basically just suffereing for years and years.
Yeah, I know. Who thinks Danielle is crazy? Show of hands.
Wow. I feel better now that I have vented. Actually I think I just have seasonal affective disorder and need spring to come. Besides, sunshine contains vitimin D and vitimin D deficits are thought to be a cause of soem nerological diseases.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
My Most Recent Inspiration: Bailey Chase
I admit it, I like men. My choice is tall blonde athletic looking guys which is funny because my husband is under six feet and had dark hair. (he is athletic though which is a definite prerequiste if you knew me) But even if my husband is not my "type" I think he's hot none the less. He's at the top of my "to do" list.
And then there is Bailey Chase.
He used to be on my soap opera "As The World Turns" playing a young Dr. Hughes. I think he is a pretty good actor, although most of his air time I was too busy fantasizing if he were my doctor and I needed a VERY IN-DEPTH physical. He's been in other stuff too, TV movies and I think Buffy fans might recognize him from a few late series episodes. Even in Vampire garb he was pretty good looking. He could bite me anytime.
Okay so my point: Hotness aside, when I write a male character (a hero as the lingo goes) I have a few consistencies. A sense of humor, and some sort of Achilles heel that has to do with something the heroine possesses. I like Bailey because he looks tough but he has a vulnerability. Not so much that he writes poetry and collects ceramic cats, but like a thoughtful place inside him. A sensitivity that isn't sappy and emasculating.
Making sense?
That said, I think its funny that Bailey now plays Becks, Daniel's womanizing, party-boy friend on Ugly Betty. A totally shallow guy that I find sexy as hell, too. But just as actors can be versatile, I think characters in book should be too. People don't believe me when I say I learn more from watching TV than I do from reading books. But TV characters offer a study in arc and growth, something essential in books and something I think movies lack at least for my purposes.
TV, movies, whatever. I would watch Bailey read the phone book.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
My Two Year Old Is Prison Bound
I cut myself a piece of my sister's wedding cake before they did. ( I was six) and blew out all the candles on the centerpieces.
I found paint in our garage when I was eight and painted the front door with white pokadots.
I can't think of half the stories, mostly because I am so tired of keeping my younger son from following in my footsteps. So far today he has flushed a plastic golf ball down the toilet, pulled wall paper off the wall, taken his diaper off and peed on the stairs and hit the cat over the head with a skillet.
Then he took a nap.
The child is so damn cute but he is a hell raiser. My first son is the most well behaved kid in the world. To the point where my mom was coaching him on how to be bad just to pay me back for the headaches I caused her. The other day Tanner (the five year old) looked at me after I dissaplined Kellan (the two year old) shook his head and asked "When will he learn to be good, mommy?
"Soon" I said.
After the skillet bashing incident today Tanner asked, "Mommy, is it soon yet?"
My husband laughed and said "Ask us again in five to seven years. And from now on, refer to us as "the wardens."
And here is Kellan's first mug shot.