“Magic Mike”, One Big Estrogen Filled Night Out with the Girls!

A couple of friends and I have been planning to see Magic Mike since the first preview came out.  This movie quickly became a big event for women everywhere.   It’s not hard to figure out why.  The movie is totally designed with all of us ladies in mind.  It has Channing Tatum, Matthew McConaughey, Alcide from True Blood (or also known as, Joe Manganello) and a few other really good looking men, dancing, gyrating and taking off bits of clothing throughout much of the movie.  I mean, what’s not to like about that?

My girlfriends and I decided to make our movie night into a Girl’s Night Out with drinks and dinner beforehand.  Since it was opening night, and being the very smart ladies we are, we decided to purchase our tickets early so we didn’t have to hurry through dinner.  This was the smart part, what wasn’t so smart was deciding to walk around the mall for a bit, then wander into the theater 10 minutes before it started.  The theater was completely packed with hundreds of other ladies on their own Girl’s Night, and a small sprinkling of about 5 men (we counted).  We wandered around the top half of the theater asking if seats, with purses and sweaters thrown on them, were saved for a few minutes with no luck.  Our only option for seats was two rows from the screen next to the wall.  Our range of view was limited and our necks had cricks in them by the time the movie was over, but we had a great time none-the-less.

Before the movie began, my friends and I were laughing a bit about how all the other ladies in the audience were all middle aged and older.  Whoops, wait a second what were we laughing about?  We fall into the category of middle aged as well!  Sometimes its really hard to remember how old you are when you still feel like you’re only 21.   All of a sudden, the lights dimmed and the anticipation began to build as we sat through 20 minutes of previews, of which I can’t remember one title, but they all looked pretty funny.  Finally, the movie beings, to the thrill and cheers of this now massive estrogen ladden Girl’s Night Out.  Matthew McConaughey is standing on the stage, shirtless and with tight, thight black leather pants on.  We’re all waiting for the stripping to start.  That’s what we all came for right?  We can feel it coming.  Matthew is establishing the rules of the club.  “The law says you can not touch, but I see a lot of lawbreakers in this house…”  YES, we’re all naughty lawbreakers, Matthew.  START DANCING already!!!!  The screen goes black with JUNE in big scroll letters.  What? …..Wait…..NOOOOO.  Where’s the dancing?  Oh wait a second…..Channing Tatum just got out of bed and…..he’s naked and we get to see a glimpse of his nice round butt…. SCORE!!!!  Whoops and cheers erupt in the theater.  Next shot, was Olivia Munn’s breasts.  Boo’s ensue from the crowd.  Not because we had anything against Olivia’s boobs.  Not at all, they are very nice, but this is a crowd full of ladies who see boobs every stinking day.  We want the men!!!!

The story line wasn’t bad, although I would have really enjoyed more of a focus and build-up for the romance between Magic Mike and Brooke.  A great romance movie mixed with the male stripping would have really put this movie over the top!   I can honestly say I was wasn’t there for a story though.  I was there purely for the enjoyment of seeing hot, scantilly clad men perform.  This movie had did not disappoint in this department one bit.   The only thing that really disappointed my friends and I was the fact that we didn’t get to see the whole picture very clearly.  Because of our odd, up close and personal, position in the theater, we were only able to focus on one thing at a time, so I know we missed out on some really good views!

My recommendation to all you ladies out there, who are wanting a bit of fun and fantasy in a darkened theater filled with other women just like you, go see this movie, whoop it up and have some fun!  At the end of the movie, my friend Becky turned to me and said, “What do you want to bet the majority of these women are fans of 50 Shade of Grey?”  You know what?  I betcha she’s right.  I think this movie and the S&M, fantasy filled book that is 50 Shades of Grey, are all of us ladies way of relaxing our inhibitions and being total “guys” for a change.  Every so often, it is really kind of fun to be the oggler’s and not the ogglie’s for a change.  😉

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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

As I write this post, I am laying in my warm, cozy bed at 3 o’clock in the morning.  I am waiting for the Sweet Dream Fairies (as my daughter and I call them) to come visit me.

Why am I awake at this crazy hour?  I can no longer say it is because I am nursing a baby or walking the halls with a croupy toddler.  For some reason, I am just wide awake, hanging out in the silent house, waiting for sleep to come.

Any-who, I don’t know about any one else who experiences this but I always find myself inspired to DO something during these awake-all-night-adventures.  I think: “Oh!  I will start that book I have wanted to write!”  or “I will enter an essay contest” or “I will start to send out all my picture shares that I am months behind on.”  (For my close peeps, you now understand why you get 4 emails at a time with picture shares! Ha ha!)

The problem I have with these midnight adventures is that I don’t usually follow through with my grand plans the next day.  I don’t start my book because I have too many topics to choose from.  I will write the essay, but won’t have the inspired courage to send it the next day.

I can say, however, that I did send in one midnight essay over 15 years ago.  It was for the local newspaper and they wanted to know why people in our community  loved their neighborhood.  That was a piece of cake because Chrissy and I grew up in the BEST neighborhood in the world!  So I wrote about how Chrissy and I grew up, spending many nights in our youth, sitting on our front porches.  My essay started off saying “My Best Friend Chrissy and I were sitting on my front porch one summer night…”.  We would share our dreams, create new ones, and watch the world in front of us.  Guess what?  I won!  The newspaper picked 7 entries and did a front page spread on me, my essay, my neighborhood and all of its wonderful history!  I was so excited, proud and shocked!  It was an awesome experience.

I probably should have asked Chrissy if she minded that I was using her in my essay because the end result was the newspaper wanting to photograph us both in front of my parents’ house.  I have a tendency to throw her into the lime light at times.  While she isn’t crazy about all the attention, she has learned to just go with it for my sake.  (One of the many reasons I’m blessed to have her in my life and one of the many reasons why I love her so much!)   Here is the picture the newspaper took of me and Chrissy for the article.  It was taken back in the early 90’s, in front of my parents house.

So much has happened since then, but Chrissy and I make it a point to still sit on our parent’s porches when I visit because we don’t want to forget the past and we always keep dreaming. In fact, we have a date to do just that wen I visit home this summer.  And on that note my friends, I am going to try to sleep and find some new dreams of my own!  Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite!

~Alicia

Slang Words with Friends

I don’t know about you, but I really enjoy using slang. I think it’s fun and can really liven up conversations a bit, sometimes even making you feel or sound smarter! So what exactly is slang and what is it good for? Slang is a totally tubular way of communicating with the people in our life. How’s that for a definition? Sums it up nicely, I think but if you’d like the more boring, literal definition then Websters Dictionary defines slang as a language peculiar to a particular group of people; as well as, an informal nonstandard vocabulary composed typically of coinages, arbitrarily changed words, and extravagant, forced, or facetious figures of speech. 

Slang has many uses, in all parts of your life.  It can be words and phrases that are in popular usage by society at a point in time, inside jokes, the lingo used in your particular field of work, or even something of your very own unique creation used only among one or more of your friends. Pretty darn cool, dontcha think? One of the most significant reasons we use slang is as way of developing a camaraderie with others.  When you think about it, what a really amazing way of developing connections with other people, then by the use of a unique, special language when speaking with one another.  It really is a tie that bonds!

I can’t blog about slang without bringing up a time, I can vividly remember, when Alicia and I tried to use our own secret slang word and it kind of backfired on us.  It happened back in our High School days, when we were avid readers of the now extinct, Teen Magazine.  I took this magazine very seriously back then, thinking it was the be all end all leading expert on what it meant to be a hip & happening teenager! So, this meant I had a monthly subscription to the mag, and it was one of those things we would sit and flip through while lounging around my room, hanging out.  This particular issue had an article about using slang words to talk in code around boys.  Supposedly it would work in a way that you could secretly inform your BFF when you thought a certain boy you were with was super hot and he would be none the wiser.  Of course, we felt this was a fantastic idea and couldn’t wait to try it out on a couple unsuspecting boys we hung out with.  The article had a list of words they recommended we use, so we choose one we liked and waited for the perfect opportunity to try it out.  The moment came, not long afterwards, when we were out with a couple of guys we both liked but were too chicken to tell them (We were both horribly shy and awkward in the boy department as teenagers).  At the perfect opportune moment in the evening we let them know, “You guys are total Adonis‘!” What we thought was us being so sneaky, totally backfired on us.  The boys looked at us in amazed delight because it turned out, while we had not been taught Greek Mythology at our school, they had at theirs.  Either we hadn’t paid very close attention to the article, or it hadn’t quite clarified what an Adonis really was, but we had no clue that we had just called them the Greek god of beauty and desire!  I think we were totally red in the face the rest of the night after that admission!  Obviously, this wasn’t a case when using slang made us look smarter, but it is a BFF moment I won’t forget.

The best thing, which I find super cool, about slang is, like music and fashion, common everyday slang very often denotes a particular period in history which is very unique to that point in time.  Some of my favorite slang from my childhood in the 80’s, are:

  • “Grotty to the Max” (or Maxwell House, for added measure) = gross
  • “Gag me with a Spoon” = that is so disgusting I could vomit
  • Psych = not really or just kidding
  • “Just joshing you” = kidding around
  • That’s so cake! = awesome (my brother used this one A LOT)
  • “Word to your Mother”, or simply “word” = I agree wholeheartedly with what you just said

What are some of your favorite slang words from childhood?

~Chrissy

Embracing my 37th year!

Over the last 5 years or so, my Birthdays leave me feeling a tad bit unenthused.  Every year that BIG day rolls around on the calendar is like another slap in the face.  I am getting older and there is not a darn thing I can do about it.  It’s not as if I am depressed about getting older per se, it is more like I am less then thrilled and would rather not think about it all that much.  My blase attitude toward getting older dramatically changed over this past year.  A multitude of events caused an overwhelming amount of personal contemplation for me on what it means to live.  It is absolutely amazing to me how much my sorrow and grief for the loss of mutiple loved ones, led me on this internal reflection into what it really means to live, and I mean REALLY live.  I have to say, I undoubtedly learned the most about this from the life of my Father-in-Law.  He was diagnosed with ALS three years ago, and lost his battle with the disease this past month.  Boy, what a battle it was.  His own body betrayed him, lavishing a war against his spirits.  He didn’t take it laying down, not up until the very end!  Prior to his retirement, he had dedicated his life to the education system, so I think it fitting he is the one who ultimately taught me so very much about life.  His fight taught me an amazing amount about courage, kindness, strength, weakness, struggle, pain, suffering, perserverance, and persistance.  I learned about the human spirit’s ability to overcome challenges when faced with them, to adapt and continue to move forward with good humor and a positive attitude.  I’m sure you’ve all heard the saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”  It’s not always going to be easy, but it is a choice we can all make and be better for it!

Life is an absolutely amazing and precious gift. We should all celebrate our lives and everyone we hold near and dear every moment of every day.  Never take your life, or those you love, for granted for we never know just how long we get.  This is why my outlook on reaching another Birthday and being another year older has completely shifted.  I am embracing my 37th year as another year I get to spend chasing rainbows and achieving my dreams, all the while surrounded by my family and friends whom I love most dearly!

~Chrissy

Kitchen Tip: No More Tears, Chopping Onions with Confidence

The photo above is a peek into my spice cupboard.  Remember the old Sesame Street song, “One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong.” My spice cupboard happens to the the place I store one of my favorite kitchen tools, my onion goggles.  Prior to using these fabulous glasses, I avoided cutting onions like the plague.  One tiny whiff of a freshly sliced onion and the burn set in behind my eyes prompting a flood of waterworks.  I literally believed onions to be evil, a vegetable  straight from the soil in the very pits of Hades.  I believed this to be true up until my cousin told me about a little invention called onion goggles.   The first time I gave my new onion goggles  a whirl, I was making my all time favorite soup, broccoli cheddar, a recipe from one of my favorite food blogs, Mel’s Kitchen Cafe.   You have to try this soup.  It is mmm….mmmm…good!  Oh dear, I am salivating just thinking about it.  I love making this soup now that I am no longer a snivelling mess while doing so.  I can chop, chop, chop those onions all day long with not even a hint of a tear now.  I don’t even care that I look like a total dork in them.  Onion goggles are simply marvelous!

Pay no attention to the dork behind the onion goggles!

Besides onion goggles, what other tips do you have for chopping onions with no more tears?

~Chrissy