Friday, June 26, 2009

Fragmenting Away


Time again for Friday Fragments, the place to spit out that stuff that occurs to you in the shower or while you're putting clothes in the dryer. It was the brainchild of Mrs. 4444 over at Half Past Kissin' Time, who hosts this party every Friday. Go check it out and embrace the randomness.

*Well, the sunny weather didn’t last long. After one hot and humid day, we’re back to cloudy weather. I’m going to try really, really hard not to whine, but I’m not promising anything.

* Have I mentioned lately that I love my son Brandon's sense of humor? We both find amusement in the oddest places. Recently I found some sleep pants for him at Walmart. They were lightweight cotton, just like he likes, with Coca Cola designs, and they came in a tall metal can. The best part was that they were marked down to $3. Score! When I got home, after I gave them to him, I was looking over my Walmart receipt (you can never be too careful) and noticed how that particular item was listed. Canned Pants . . . . . . . $3.00. Go ahead. Say it out loud. CANNED PANTS. We're still giggling, and I think it will go on a while. "Hey, are those your canned pants you're wearing?"

* We had a good-sized, if slightly quieter crowd at the play last night. Earlier in the process of putting on this play – back in rehearsals, when I had heard the lines over and over again until I wanted to scream – I wondered how on earth actors in a show on Broadway managed to do the same show, every night, for a year or more without going nuts. After dealing with dropped lines, medical emergencies, lighting or sound gaffes and the unpredictable and changing energies of the audience…I realize that it’s never the same show twice.

* One of the other bloggers that I read, As Cape Cod Turns, mentioned this week that she was in the airport very early in the morning with her jump-rope team children, and wishing that everyone else there would wear more obvious signs (like team jackets) so that she would know why they were there so early. This idea is something I’ve wished for myself for a long time. I think it would be cool if people wore signs that explained something about them that I’m dying to know – without having to actually ask them, which might appear rude. A larger version of a stick-on name tag would do nicely, and could explain things like WHY I CHOSE THIS OUTFIT or WHAT I’M TRYING TO EXPRESS WITH THIS HIDEOUS TATTOO/PIERCING or WHY I FEEL JUSTIFIED IN STANDING DIRECTLY IN YOUR WAY WITHOUT ANY SIGN THAT I WILL EVER MOVE SO THAT YOU CAN REACH THE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP.

* Did you ever find a freakishly long hair, growing out of you, somewhere that horrified you? And did you ever discover this when you were out in public, and completely unable to remove it? And then, were you so obsessed with it that you could no longer concentrate on anything else until you got home and plucked the offensive thing out? And then, did you have a hard time not thinking about how long it took to get to that length without you noticing it? Oh, well, then…me neither.

* Hallie, over at Wonderful World of Wieners, is still doing her fundraising raffle. You can enter for as little as $1, and you can win one of 25 prize packages. We figured out the other night that there are THOUSANDS of dollars worth of prizes, and some really cool stuff you can see here. The best part is that the money all goes to increase awareness for organ donation, which is a terrific cause. Read about it, or just go donate. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, but I’m planning to win the New England prize package.

* Finally, I want to ask you all to do me a little favor. My friend Jonel, who I’ve talked about here on this blog, and who is a vital part of Girls Night Out, has finally started a blog of her own, Just Sayin'. I’ve known Jonel since college, and love her madly. She’s been there for me through so much – happy times and sad, victories and failures, so many tears, but even more laughter. I really couldn’t have managed without her in my life. She’s got a terrific sense of humor and a unique way of looking at things. She’s doing Fragments, too. Please, go and welcome her to the blog world with a comment. It would mean so much to her – and to me.

18 comments:

Evansmom said...

I can't imagine my life without you in it, either. Thanks for being my friend.

Thanks for not mentioning that our college days were 30 years ago. Maybe people won't notice how old we are. Whoops, I just let the cat out of the bag, didn't I?

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Thanks for the shout out homeslice!! :)

Left Jonel a comment....check!!

Brandon IS funny....check!!

The hair thing is NOT A CHECK!! Good lord woman!! I'll get you a weed whacker.

Hallie

Under the Influence said...

Those mystery hairs are, well, a mystery. I think it's a sign of aging. Blech.

Nichole said...

No matter what age, I think we all find the freakishly long random hairs somewhere at least some point in our lives...

blueviolet said...

Can you imagine how funny the signs would be if people really did wear them to explain themselves?

I'm not even going to think about what mine would have to say.

Becca said...

I have a freakishly long hair that grow periodically out of my chest, about half way down from my neck to my tatas..I am always scanning for it with my fingers. it seems to grow from nowhere to 2 inches overnight..weird.

melscolorfulmetaphors said...

I've had the hair thing, too. But the weird thing about it is that the hair is usually blonde and I have olive skin and dark hair. Go figure.

mub said...

Canned pants is a pretty fabulous thing to say. It needs to be a band name or something *L*

claudia said...

Canned pants, canned pants, canned pants.
It is funny.
I went to Jonel's, after she made a remark about oh taking her kayak and dropping it in the water. Made me jealous, since mine is hanging from the rafters in my garage, due to NO RACKS on my truck!!!!! Grrr. Sorry to say but...I be having sun!
My sign would probably not be allowed in public...just saying.
I have several freakishly long hairs growing out of my head. I refuse to pull it or cut it.
Hope your weekend gets SUNNY.
That's all!

Andrew Scott Turner said...

If you mistakenly open the can of pants, do they spoil?

Are they like tomato soup? Where some people love to add water, while others prefer milk?

Do they go well will crackers?

In England, are they refered to as a tin of pants?

Scriptor Senex said...

The fact that you were out in public when you discovered the hair suggests it wasn't in too remote a place. I haven't had that happen to me either...
Said hello to evansmom.

Midwest Mommy said...

When I was pregnant with LM I had some mystery hairs appear. Freaked me out!

AirmanMom said...

ME...I so enjoy your FF's. I'll pop over to visit Jonel!
~AM

Mrs4444 said...

Boy, that Andrew has really got the writing fits lately, hasn't he? Too funny (his comments here and on other blogs). Silly goose.

I like the sign idea. I've got my raffle ticket and am planning on winning something!! Here's hoping for some sun for you...

How many more shows do you have left?

Vegas Princess said...

The hair thing? That's why I carry tweezers in my purse at all times. Because I can't just wait until I get home. I have to deal with it RIGHT THEN.

Going to check out Jonel.

Becca said...

ME!!! My condolences! Billy Mays died!!!

Yaya said...

Lol-but then that would take all the fun out of people-watching if they wore disclaimers!

Lynn said...

You are so funny...the freakishly long hairs hit a nerve...that I am loathe to forget even now LOL !