Well La-dee-freakin-dah

My friend Sherri recently sent me this picture and I'm pretty sure it's the best picture I've ever seen in my life. I have no idea who these people are. I don't know where this picture came from but I wish this was my child. She would bring me eternal joy.



I love Chris Farley. I have seen Tommy Boy more times than I can count. What I would have given to have spent an afternoon with him in a van down by the river.

If anyone else is a fan - I recently read "The Chris Farley Show" - a biography written by his brother Tom. I loved it. A really good look at who Chris was as a person (not his television persona) and his battle with drugs. Great read.

Thanks for sending me this pic, Sherri!!






Favourite of the Day: A girl I know is teaching in South Korea and is currently in the hospital recovering from surgery. She posted on facebook today that one of her students showed up at the hospital with her mom to wash her hair. I think that's one of the sweetest things I've heard in a long time.

Random acts of kindness remind me how awesome people are. The good outweighs the bad. Always.

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Creepy-pants

I was driving down Highway 131 a few weeks back. I was heading home from Traverse City. It was late Sunday night, the highway was deserted and I was alone. I was listening to Tina Fey's "Bossypants" on audiobook. (Sidenote: I love audiobooks. I love Tina Fey more.)

As Tina read to me, I noticed she used the word 'grim' more than once. I thought about the word. I thought about how much I liked it. I decided it's not used in everyday language nearly enough.

Just minutes after I thought about this, my iPod starting emitting a strange thumping noise. I couldn't figure out what was causing it. It was rudely interrupting Tina. It was annoying me. I was fumbling around with the iPod so I decided I should pull over for safetys sake. I saw a little side road coming up, alongside an old farm off the highway. I turned onto the road. I checked out the iPod and didn't see any problem. The thumping mysteriously stopped. I went to pull back onto the highway, but not before I looked up at the road sign. It read Grimm Street.

I had pulled on to Grimm Street.

Did the hair on your arms just stand up? Because mine did.

grim
[grim] -adjective, grim-mer, grim-mest

• stern and admitting of no appeasement or compromise
  
• of a sinister or ghastly character
• having a harsh, surly, forbidding or morbid air

Having a harsh, surly, forbidding or morbid air? NO FREAKIN' KIDDING.



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Who is that guy anyway?

I've been sucking at this lately. I wish I had something cool to say. I don't. I would, however, like to share this song that came on the radio as I made my way to work yesterday. Wikipedia tells me this song came out in 1992. I was 12 at the time. I don't think I have heard it since. It evoked memories of riding my bike in a loon covered Northern Reflections t-shirt. Okay - not really. But what else was I doing when I was 12?

Mr Wendell - Arrested Development

Running Horse

I had this sudden flashback of something happened to me in kindergarten. I remember we were all gathering on the floor around my teacher, Mrs Haromy, who was sitting on a chair. She was teaching us about Native Americans. Right before I sat down I realized I forgot something and quickly bolted to the area where our pack sacks and coats were hanging. I scrambled to look for whatever it was that I forgot and scooted back to my place, realizing everyone was waiting for me.

At some point Mrs Haromy decided to give us all our own "Indian" names. (Which would never happen today, but remember this was in the 80's). Anyway, based on my scatterbrain behavior that day, I was given the name "Running Horse".

It occurred to me that after all these years, nothing has changed.

I am exactly who I was at the age of four.

Fascinating, no?

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