Thanks to our hostess-with-the-mostest, Jen.
1.So here's something that will simultaneously denote me as someone who is "out of touch", and will cause a large number of people to skip to the next post: I saw, for the first time, an episode of "Hannah Montana". The premise of this entertainment is that a pop star can hide her identity and just blend in as a normal high school kid in Los Angeles! And that she can keep anyone from finding out that she's a pop star by wearing a wig! (The style of these Disney shows is so broad that it strikes me they could make a lot of money by sending out the scripts to high school drama departments and having them performed weekly nationwide. Why not have a nation of Hannah Montanas and collect mondo royalties at the same time?)
I have a bulletin for these folks. The average kid at La Canada/Flintridge High finds nothing unusual in moonlighting as a pop star, because they're all trying to break into the biz as well. I directed a Christmas pageant once for a private school in Pasadena, and amongst my (junior high) students was a actress/voiceover artist, and a ballerina who was out of school for several days because she was performing in The Nutcracker. No one thought it was weird, or treated these girls differently. Hello, it's Los Angeles! People move out there to make careers in entertainment!
I could go on, because the plot holes in Hannah Montana were of sufficient diameter to encompass Boston's Big Dig, but maybe that just proves that I don't "get it".
2. In regards to household-y stuff, I have two major pet peeves: people spilling glasses of liquid, and people tracking through a pile I'm trying to sweep up. Last week someone knocked over water into my pile of debris. I had to bite my tongue, and hard.
3. O frabjous day: it looks like (in addition to traveling for my sister's wedding and needing to refinance the house), we need to get our roof replaced. Always something, isn't it?
4. Speaking of Wedding, my sister is getting Married two weeks from today. Look for our travelogue from the Great Ohio Sojourn of Ought-Nine, coming soon to this space.
5. I'm sorry, you guys -- I have nothing more for you. It's a beautifully gray rainy day here, and it makes me want to crawl back in bed and snuggle under my duvet. So, a picture:
This is typical of the randomness that shows up on the camera when the girls get a hold of it, and it's a decent picture of The Floor. Respect the floor.