Why doesn't Theraflu taste as good as Dimetapp?

Ugh...have I mentioned how much I hate being sick? Probably I have. Instead of being all whiney though, I'm really trying to be upbeat today. Mostly because I'm not the only one sick and I seriously don't know how much the boyfriend (who's still ill...) can take before he duct tapes my mouth shut and leaves me to my own devices. (Which would effectively be him committing murder since I can only breath through my mouth...)

So in my nice, upbeat (and completely fake) mood, I've decided to give you yet another peek into my childhood. Now I don't know about any of you, but in my house, if you stayed home sick from school, you stayed in bed. This was probably because our parents were usually sure we were faking it. Most times, we were. But on days where we really WERE sick, as in Mom-had-taken-us-to-the-doctor-and-had-it-confirmed-and-now-she-was-feeling-guilty-for-not-having-believed-us-in-the-first-place-sick, we were allowed to curl up on the couch with our "blankie" and pillow to be nursed with medicine and soothed with the wonderful device known as the T.V.

The best part about this was that I would have the T.V. all to myself. It was very rare that my sisters and I were all sick on the same day and Mom would be off doing whatever it is mom's do during the day. And so I would get to lay there and watch all of my favorite shows with minimal interruption. (When you have two younger sisters, this is VERY rare indeed...) As I got older, I was more likely to stay in bed and curl up with a book or magazine. But when I grew up and had my little man, I tried to remember all the good things about my youth. And so when he had the flu he got to curl up with his over-sized Sponge-Bob character pillows and watch Bob the Builder. When he had a double ear infection he was wrapped in Mama's arms watching Finding Nemo over and over. (Repitition is good when you're little.)

And so, in honor of what I (and I hope, most of you) really want to do when we're sick, here's your list for the weekend. The favorite shows of my youth, the friends I turned to for comfort when I had another pesky ear infection or had caught yet another cold. A reminder though, these shows are from a large span of my childhood so don't think that my parents were letting my 6-year-old self watch all of these.


Top 9 T.V. Shows From My Youth

Fraggle Rock



"Dance your cares away, worry's for another day! Let the music play, down at Fraggle Rock!" Really, how can you not like a show with a theme song like that?

Bosom Buddies



The original slapstick comedy for me. It was like Laverne and Shirley and The 3 Stooges had a love child and it was Tom Hanks in a dress.

Perfect Strangers



One word. Balki. That is all.

Kids Incorporated



I wanted to be one of these kids. I used to watch, enraptured. When I wasn't "sick" I would try to dance and sing along with the characters, just knowing that someday I'd get my big break and get to be on stage right next to them. Alas, it never happened. I wonder if my mom still has my stone-washed jean jacket? I was going to wear that to my audition. It was my "cool" jacket.

Star Search



Come on! Who didn't want to be up on that stage singing their little hearts out? I can honestly say I didn't have a ruffle-dress already picked out for my performance. I guess I just thought if my parents ever figured it out and submitted a tape of me (or whatever they had to do to get me on the show...) that they would promptly go out and buy me an appropriate amount of taffeta to impress Mr. McMahon and the judges.

Saturday Night Live



I can't remember how old I was when I was finally deemed old enough to watch SNL but I'm sure it was sometime after my parents' divorce when J became more slack about pesky things like bedtimes and appropriate television shows. I can't knock him though, because I didn't really mind. I fell in love with all of the characters and laughed until I thought I would pee myself.

Smurfs



As an adult I find numerous things wrong with this cartoon. But as a child, I loved it! I'm pretty sure the reason I won't actually own a cat (A little incongruous, I know...) is due to the fact that deep down I think all cats are exactly like Azrael. It probably doesn't help that my mother once owned a cat that would have given Azrael and Gargamel both a run for their money.

Rocky and Bullwinkle



"Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit outta this hat!" I actually preferred the Mr. Peabody and Dudley Do-right bits but who's keeping tabs? Natasha was my first depiction of the "bad girl" and I blame her for me dying my hair pitch black my senior year.

Punky Brewster



I wanted to have her fabulous sense of style. Instead I wore whatever my mother picked out for me. I am lame.


Alas, there it is folks. There were many who didn't make this list and it makes me a little sad when I think about it. If only the list could be a little longer to encompass shows like The Jetsons or ALF. But then it wouldn't be my nine lives and it wouldn't make much sense. Not that much of what I do makes sense but still, I have to have my standards, guys. I hope you all enjoyed my trip down memory lane. I'm going to go make something comforting for dinner and get ready to curl up with the boyfriend. (The band is off this weekend.) Maybe Netflix has some old episodes of Looney Toons we can watch ;)

Until next time, Toodles my dears!

Peach Breezes, Ja-Mexicans and Glitter...Yep, hilarity will ensue.

Alas...it is Monday again. And as much as I dislike Mondays, I do enjoy my updates for my devoted public :p

This past weekend was another long one. And this coming weekend isn't going to be any better, I'm afraid. However there were some good parts and, as I predicted, some hilarity from the fellow groupie and I. So let's rewind to Friday, shall we?

The night started off a little crazy. The band was playing out of town, so the boyfriend and I had a little drive. That also meant we were slightly rushed since the boyfriend doesn't get off work until 6pm. So hurry up and get the car loaded with all of his gear, stop for a quick bite to eat and we're on the road. And quite a trip it was too... I'm left wondering if the rest of the world took the same driving test I had to take. If so...how did they all pass and receive their licenses?? Damn idiots weaving in and out of traffic, just barely missing other cars, passing in no-passing zones and frankly just driving like idiots. I'm not saying I'm the best driver in the world, but I at least follow the basic rules of general safety. I felt like we were the "extra" car in a scene from The Fast and the Furious. And it wasn't as cool as that might make it sound...

But we made it to the gig safely and got things all set up. The bar had a very nummy drink on special :) and so I was in a happy little bubble most of the night. Also, the bass guitarist decided to buy a round of jello shots so yeah, I was very happy. Somewhere between sets 2 and 3 the fellow groupie asks if I want to go find a store.

"Why for?" I ask.
"To find him some gum." ("him" is, of course, referring to her boyfriend)
"Sure, why not?"

So we make our respective kisses goodbye and hop into her boyfriend's car. Yes, I've had a few at this point, and yes, I am a little giggle-y. Oh yeah...this is gonna be good. Also, now would probably be a good time to tell you that we're in a small town in the middle of freakin' no where. And neither of us have a clue where we are, where we're going or how to get there or how to get back to the bar. Away we go!

Needless to say we got lost and had to stop for directions. Note to the nice lady working who gave us directions to Safeway: Glitter should not be used as eyeshadow. And if, IF, you feel it necessary to use glitter as eyeshadow, it should most definitely NOT also be worn under your eyes so that you look like the negative of a masquerade mask. Just a tip.

So we make our way to Safeway, spend a ridiculous sum of cash on Nicorette and attempt to head back to the bar but...surprise, surprise...we're still lost and now we're not really sure how to find our way to the bar. So once again, we stop for directions. We pull up to another convenience store and ask a woman walking out for a cigarette break for directions. At first, she seems relatively normal, nothing remarkably distinct.

Us: "Do you know how to get to the Front Street Bar and Grill?"
Her: "Hmmm..."
Groupie: "It's by the lake?"
Her: "Oh yeah!" {insert Jamaican accent here} "Here mama, I tell you!"

With somewhat sketchy directions we set out again. As we pull away, the fellow groupie asks, "Was she Jamaican?"

Me: "I don't know..."
Groupie: "She was a little light... maybe she was Mexican?"
Me: "She was too light for either...maybe she was a Ja-Mexican?"

And yes, I dissolved into hysterical giggles. That's right folks. I have coined a new word. And it's hilarious! Seriously, I wish I would've had the foresight to take a picture with this lady. She was white! And didn't appear to have an accent at first. But very suddenly developed one as soon as she settled in to give us the directions. How odd...

Anywho, we eventually found our way back to the bar just in time for the band's last break. We missed an entire set while we were out driving around lost. I would say I was sad about it...except is was so damn funny! Granted, I realize that it may be one of those "you had to be there" kinda things. Guess you'll just have to take my word for it.

The rest of my weekend was spent at the daily grind with brief intervals of sleep. Upside? The boyfriend decided to sign up for Netflix and so we spent Saturday night cuddled up streaming old TV shows through his Wii. Isn't technology wonderful? And why is it that the shows of our youth seem to lose some of the sparkle 15-odd years later? Rocky and Bullwinkle just don't hold my interest like they used to...how sad.

And there you go folks...another fascinating weekend in the life of me. I'm off now to finish trying to upload the band's photos onto Facebook. Have a great night!