What’s a Chachbag?

A vocabulary moment, courtesy of Jane, the Smart Bitches and Scott Baio.

chachbag

Thank you for your attention...

Little admissions

HI!

How you doin'?

Yes, it's been a while since I've posted anything. I keep getting distracted by shiny things and Sarah keeps involving me in her wacky shenanigans. Sarah, you wacky shenaniganator.

Since I've been so bad lately, I thought I'd pop in and relate a lil' anecdote about my day yesterday:

On Monday I decided to get off my ass and FINALLY make a dental appointment to get my teeth cleaned and checked. Ever since I switched jobs - and therefore insurance - I haven't had a regular dentist. I had one very negative experience and I procrastinated finding a new office since then. But after some research on the interwebs, I found a place I was willing to try.

Concurrently, I had also decided that I would stop toying with the idea of lopping off all my hair and just do it. I've had short hair before and I loved it, and it's not like hair doesn't grow back (ok, mine does at least). So I decided I'd make an appointment for that too. I am all about self-improvement this week. Next week: I'll be all about post-it notes.

ANYWAY: The stars aligned and I managed to get both appointments for yesterday afternoon. Oh yes, I would walk into work a whole new person. Or the same person, only with less hair and plaque. Take your pick.

The dental appointment was lovely. It was everything I wanted a dental visit to be (namely painless and free of extra charges), and everyone was so nice. I felt so comfortable with everyone that I made a bit of a silly admission to the lovely gentleman checking me out. As I self-addressed the postcard to remind me about my 6 month check out, I said, "You know, every time I do this, when I get the card or envelope later on, I think: 'Gee their office person has the exact same handwriting as mine!' And then I go, 'Oh.'" [This is true. I just did this with test results that I got from my doctor.] Well, lovely check-out man thought this was HILARIOUS. He just chortled on for minutes about it. I was a bit embarrassed that I admitted such a thing but rolled with it, laughed and left.

So, haircut. I got it. I like it. It's a big change from the curly, untamed mop that I had on my head just 36 hours ago though. So last night I got up off the couch to run to the bathroom, and what happened? I glanced in the mirror and went, "WHAT THE FUCK?"...."Oh."

So my little self-realization for today: I have the memory of a hamster.
And that's why it's all about the post-it next week.

And what a ride it is . . . .

There was a moment last night, driving home on the freeway, when I burst into spontaneous gut busting laughter. I think it wigged Lynn out a little, but after I explained the source she chimed in a few chuckles of her own.

I was laughing at the strange wonderful way that this year is going. I don't want to jinx it - I'm not saying that things are perfect or that I wouldn't like to change my life in some ways - but so far 2009 has been pretty cool. Last night I was reviewing a few of this year's events in my mind and couldn't help but wonder at how my life was going....

I've experienced a Kings game, a Lakers game, a Dodgers game and a Galaxy game (that one with the bonus of getting up close & personal with the yummy Chuck Bass and Krod Mandoon). All of these experiences were gifts and the seats were extraordinary. Pretty good for someone who only attended one home football game during her tenure as a USC student (haven't been to any more since I've been a staff member either). This year we've attended great concerts by Sharon Jones and Dap Kings and Tom Jones. This week alone has included all-you-can-eat Kogi tacos, a professional wrestler or two and soulful kisses from Russell Brand. As of June, I should have completed all of the classes towards my Certificate in Public Relations, completing three years of work.

To top it all off, yesterday I reached my goal weight. After striving for almost eight months, I've lost 50 pounds, which is confusing and fulfilling at the same time. I'm looking forward to what the rest of year holds and I plan to pursue just as many wonderful and fulfilling experiences for the next seven months and beyond!

Wanted: Pink Gorilla with VHS Fetish

Here’s the situation:

I was idling away, watching TV on Tuesday night, when I landed on IFC. They were showing an episode of The IT Crowd, which I had heard good things about, so I stopped and watched (FWIW – it is really funny). Immediately afterwards, IFC played what I guess can only be called a “short” that I’m now vaguely obsessed with.

It was a music video thing – sorta. See, there was this skinny white guy with this large, blonde mustache dressed in black leather with a deputy’s star and cowboy hat. There was also a person in a very cheap, bright pink gorilla suit with a necklace and medallion. This gorilla is, per deputy dude, the “Videoape.” The whole short was a song about the Videoape, with the lyrics on the bottom of the screen, and his love of TV and videotape. The gorilla and cowboy both danced quite vigorously. The gorilla rubbed VHS tapes all over his torso. The deputy guy at one point laid down with the gorilla. The lyrics were in very awkward English (I think “gorilla addict TV!” was a line). It was awesome.

I’m pretty sure I watched the entire thing with a really perplexed look on my face. I then decided to try to find the Videoape online because a) I wanted to be sure that I had actually seen what I thought I had seen and b) I had to inflict it on Sarah (as I always do). I couldn’t find it. This surprises me because isn’t everything on YouTube these days?

So I set Sarah on the task. Sarah can find almost anything on the internet if so inspired and who isn’t inspired by a pink ape with a love for outdated video formats? She couldn’t find it.

Now I’m feeling like I had some weird moment where I hallucinated on too much Coke Zero on Tuesday night. Please prove me wrong. Help me find this ape, damn it.

While in Texas....

Dear Lynn's Parents,

While we're in Texas for the Christmas week, I want to:

Eat BBQ.
Play with Lynn's niece & nephew.
See Lauryn.
Eat kolaches.
Go to the Dillard's Outlet store.
Play with doggies.
See Ben.
Cook and/or bake for everybody.
Do something girly with Lynn's sister-in-law.
Exercise.
Read.
See Roseanne.
Watch DVDs.

I'd love to make our El Cid Chili for your family. I'd also love to make some unhealthy foods, since there will be more people to eat them! We can't / don't make them at home because there are only two of us. We could make Bacon Appetizer Crescents, Very Cherry Crescent Ring, White Chocolate-Cashew-Pretzel Bars, among other goodies. I'd also love to make classic Chex Mix, if that's something that your family would like. That's something that says "Christmas" to me, since my dad always makes tons of it with extra sauce and extra mixed nuts...yummy.

For breakfast I like: coffee with fatfree creamer, plain nonfat yogurt & lowfat granola & honey.
To drink I like: Diet ginger ale, Diet 7-Up, gin & diet tonic, good bourbon, everything else!
It would be great if there's some fresh fruit and veggies to snack on, like bananas, edamame, apples, whatever.

Much love,
Sarah

A Conversation From The Gutter

Lynn: Full Wolverine trailer is up http://www.movie-list.com/trailers.php?id=xmenoriginswolverine
Sarah: YAY!
Sarah: Pretty.
Sarah: I think I saw Ray Park in there.
Lynn: I didn't spot him. Spotted Ryan Reynolds though.
Sarah: Omigosh - when I saw Ryan Reynolds, I thought he was Ray Park! So funny!
Lynn: LOL
Sarah: OK. Hugh Jackman is ridonculously attractive in that role.
Lynn: Yes.
Sarah: That movie is going to have more hyper masculine eye candy than you can shake a stick at.
Lynn: I'm not sure if I'm all "oooh oooh ooh" about the movie, but I think another good trailer would do the trick.
Lynn: Yeah. Lots of man-cake.
Sarah: Oh wow. Dominic Monaghan (sp?) is going to be in Wolverine too.
Lynn: Oh wow.
Lynn: Lots n'lots of man.
Sarah: Playing this guy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beak_(comics)
Lynn: Oh.
Lynn: So he won't be looking like his usual pretty self.
Sarah: But I don't think he always looks like that - I think it depends on which interpretation they use.
Lynn: Hmmm.
Lynn: Should be interesting.
Sarah: Speaking of man candy....
Sarah: Have you seen the new GI Joe poster?
Lynn: No.
Lynn: why?
Sarah: http://pinkisthenewblog.com/home/2008/12/the-gi-joe-movie-gets-a-new-poster/
Sarah: Just seeing Mr. Eccleston made me think of you.
Lynn: He looks so good evil.
Lynn: I'm sorta sad that he's in something that's probably gonna be awful, but happy he's working.
Lynn: And he's still very attractive - to me at least.
Sarah: He's making money.
Lynn: That's right.
Sarah: So he can keep making really depressing movies.
Lynn: EXACTLY.
Lynn: Which I will Tivo and fast forward through.
Sarah: In hopes that he may take his kit off.
Sarah: Because he does that in the depressing movies.
Lynn: And all that marathon-running and soccer-playing has blessed him with a fine, fine ass.
Sarah: Robert Downey Jr. needs to stop freaking me out by being physically attractive. I do not need to think of Sherlock Holmes as kinda hot.
Lynn: YES.
Sarah: That just throws my whole world out of whack.
Lynn: He used to be cute. Not hot.
Lynn: Now he's full-on hot.
Sarah: SERIOUSLY!
Sarah: I don't even know myself anymore! Sherlock Holmes = Ripped?! *brain imploding*
Lynn: Because he used to be a boxer or something? I won't argue. I read the books a long time ago.
Sarah: geh blerg gebbledy boo
Sarah: http://www.slashfilm.com/2008/12/14/new-photos-guy-ritchies-sherlock-holmes/
Sarah: "The photo below features a bloodied, shirtless Holmes in some king of fighting arena. Anthony Peckham’s script is based on a mixture of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic tales and the Lionel Wigram comic book adaptation which presents a more active version of the famous detective. And for Warner Bros to choose this photo as one of the first photos to release is making a statement - this is not your father’s Sherlock Holmes."
Lynn: Amen on that.

Post-Movember Depression

First of all, a huge thanks to all of you who contributed to Movember. I raised almost $300 and I would have been the top fundraiser if some of the dorks I work with hadn't given $100 to their own accounts. I'm not that rich. So I consider myself top real fundraiser.

Anyway, the mustaches are all gone and I have to say that I miss them. It was also fun being the designated photographer. Now it's back to work and clean-shaven faces as usual. Ho-hum.

If you want to see why I'm so nostalgic for facial hair past or what a wretched photographer I am, feel free to check out the gallery of "after" photos I created on flickr:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/40174767@N00/sets/72157610642667409/