Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Things I learned from HSM3

For those of you who aren't familiar with the acronym HSM3, have you been living under a rock? It's only the biggest teenie-bopper musical of all time!

That's right, I went to see High School Musical 3: Senior Year today. And yes, I liked it.

I'm not gonna lie, I watched the previous two when they came onto the Disney channel. I'm a sucker for musicals, so naturally, I saw the third. I needed to know what happened to all of my favorite characters: Troy, Gabriella, Sharpay, etc...

And because Chris is on call today, (Happy New Year to me!) I went alone. Not that I could have convinced him to go with me. But, it was at the $2 theater...I couldn't resist.

Here are the things that I learned from watching the movie:

1. I didn't wear nearly enough dresses and/or heels in high school. Scratch that, I didn't wear any. But I was convinced that one of the reasons that Disney decided to release this to the big screen was so that Vanessa Hudgens could get away with some really short skirts (Really? You got up to shave your legs every morning in high school? I don't know about you, but my high school started way to early for that).

2. I didn't drink nearly enough tea from a tea cup while rehearsing the big duet for the school musical. Enough said.

3. I didn't spend enough time on the roof of the school (in the garden club's rooftop hideaway). Who knew that you could have so many romantic moments there (i.e. waltzing in the rain before school).

4. I didn't wander the halls of the high school after dark when I was conflicted about which direction I should take my life. Apparently some of life's most important answers come while on the stage of the auditorium (i.e. basketball or theater?).

5. Apparently Albuquerque is green and verdant like the valley of Salt Lake. Ya, right. There is no place on earth I dislike more than Albuquerque (no offense if you are from there). But, I didn't fall for their lie. You can't fool me Disney.

There are so many important lessons to learn from this film. I suggest you all go and see it so that you can realize your dreams. Also? You might be privileged (like I was) to hear the little girls in the audience singing along to all of the songs.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I'm sure Chris will hate me for this

This is a really weird post; be ye warned. Chris and I were sitting on the couch this evening--Chris had his feet next to me--and I noticed that his feet smelled a little. I didn't say anything because it was the end of the day, and I'm the first to recognize when my own feet smell. It's a natural thing. I just continued to sit there, but put the corner of my sweatshirt over my nose (ever so slightly).

There was no problem until he started to move his feet around as we were talking. Every time his toes touched me, I leaned away. I don't think this was very slight because he looked at me funny. So I told him that his feet smell.

Naturally, he tried to rub his feet all over me. I think he was trying to prove that they didn't smell. He also tried to convince me that if he took his socks off, the feet wouldn't smell. As if the socks were the ones making the stink, not the sweaty feet inside of them. I tried to explain this to him, but he wasn't having it.

Naturally, to prove his point, he proceeded to put the socks in his mouth. I think all that it proved was that my husband is a strange, strange creature.

And yes, he is an MD.

And yes, we have the debt to prove it.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Check out Chris's new blog

It's finally here.

Disclaimer: he will rant and rave. Do not read if you are faint of heart.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

What's wrong with this picture?

We decorated our tree about a week and a half ago, and I promise there were more ornaments when we put it up. But if you'll notice, there are few (if any) on the bottom half of the tree now.

Yesterday I came home to one broken ornament and about six others on the floor. This morning I got out of bed because I heard one crash to the floor. Today when I came home from work, there were three broken and about four others on the floor.

The kitten is definitely a kitten.

I'm not too upset though; the ornaments came from Walmart. And can you blame him? They are shiny balls that roll around on the floor.

We are working on his resistance to temptations.

It involves a squirt bottle.

P.S. I couldn't get a good picture with the lights on. So I'm sorry that there isn't an appropriate ambiance.