See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Is it possible that there are no coincidences?—Signs
I believe in signs.
I believe there’s a reason I always said, “There’s no way I’m going back to Kiefer…unless he proposes…with a ring…and has tickets to Vegas.” And then…that happened.
I believe there’s a reason Kiefer and I saw this sign in Washington, DC, on a date after he proposed.
Most signs aren’t this clear.
I believe there’s a reason that a week after I said “Yes,” we finally found a new house.
I believe there’s a reason that a couple months after Kiefer’s proposal we got pregnant…and got this cutie pie:
I like putting her in hats that are too big for her. It makes her head look smaller, which makes my nether regions feel better.
Everyone with me now: I believe I can fly…I believe I can touch the sky….
Sorry. My writing made me channel R. Kelly. If you don’t know the song, don’t tell me. It’ll make me feel old.
Do you see signs?
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Those toilets are real time savers though. If you go in with some shampoo, you can squeeze in a quick shower.”—correctionsandclarifications
Last night as I flipped through the TV channels, I almost stopped on Piranhaconda. Almost.
Surely Michael Madsen from Reservoir Dogs wouldn’t lead me astray, right?
Well, I don’t know why I came here tonight….
You got a little something behind your ear. Sit still and lemme get that for you.
After reading that Piranhaconda was a sequel to Sharktopus, I decided I really should watch the movies in order and ended up watching The Sound of Music instead.
Here’s what I learned from the movie:
- A doe is a female deer.
- Carrie Underwood, bless her heart, can sing beautifully, but she can’t act.
- Austrians don’t eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Just jam sandwiches.
- Singing loudly drowns out thunder.
- “I smoke a big cigar” is probably code for something dirty.
- Hills don’t just have eyes, they’re alive.
- Some people don’t like festive wrapping paper. They prefer brown paper packages tied up with strings.
- Vampire Bill Compton can sing.
When you open your mouth to sing, please don’t sound like Pierce Brosnan in Mamma Mia. Please….
Most importantly, I learned Maria and I have very different favorite things. Who the heck likes copper kettles? I’m totally with her on the crisp apple strudels though.
My song would go something like, “Sprinkles on Pop-Tarts and icing on cupcakes….”
What are your favorite things?
Phantom of the Opera was the very first musical I saw on Broadway. Followed by Miss Saigon. Which was followed by The Lion King. But the fourth Broadway musical was Les Miserables.
And I loved it. That opening music makes my whole body tremble.
Usually I make a trip (or two) up to NYC each year, but with so much going on, I haven’t been. As a substitute, I watched the movie version of Les Mis.
Here’s what I learned:
- If you give a thief all of your silver, he’ll feel so guilty that he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for it. Remember this the next time you’re mugged: Give generously.
- If your super power is super strength, never lift anything heavy in front of anyone else. Your cover will be blown.
- It’s impossible to hide in Paris. It must be a very small place.
- Innkeepers will charge you for mice… for lice…and for looking in the mirror twice.
- “On My Own” is the theme song of any girl with a crush.
- “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
Most importantly, I learned that some movie stars can actually sing. Who knew? Maybe they can’t sing as well as the Broadway performers, but they hold their own.
Favorite Comments From Last Post: Everyone who used the puppies pun…and said “asshat.”