Sunday, July 20, 2008

Here I Go Again...

This weekend I avoided a lot of responsibilities (cleaning the floors, making a dent in the laundry, doing ALL the dishes and not just half...) but I did accomplish one or two important things. First, I got my hair done (see post below). And second, I went to a movie at the theater all by myself for the first time ever. I saw Mamma Mia. Now, before you pass any judgments, let me just say that OF COURSE I knew beforehand how silly and over-the-top and cheesy it was going to be. Duh. But did I care? No way. I love singing and dancing, I love Meryl Streep, I love Greek Islands, and I love ABBA. So I went to see it all by myself. Yes, it was ridiculous. YES, the audience consisted mainly of cackling old ladies. And yes, I was grinning pretty much the entire time, just happy to be there. I give it a solid B+. It was silly and upbeat and mostly just a bit of fun. I came out feeling much happier than when I went in. (In fact, reflecting back on it and being completely honest, I'd have to say my predominant emotion during the film was jealousy. Oh, yep, upon further reflection, I was totally jealous that I wasn't in that movie, windblown, dancing around a Greek Island in fun summery dresses.) All that said - you'll probably hate it. I'm in no way encouraging anyone to run out and see it.

I'll buy it in about a year and watch it on sick days (fast forwarding through the stupid parts, of course. There were several). And that's all I have to say about it. You may shun me if you so please.

Also, I forgot to mention that I got a ticket on my way to work on Thursday. Apparently the registration was up on the Jeep, and we thought we had 30 days to get it renewed. But we didn't. So I got a ticket. It was only the second time I've been pulled over, and this time was a little more cut-and-dry than the last. That time, the cop began following me because my tail lights were out, and by the time he actually decided to pull me over he pinned me with speeding AND failing to use my blinker (BS!!! I never speed...it seriously must have been like, one or two over. And I think that maybe I didn't use my blinker as I pulled over for him on a residential street, the jerk). Then, when he asked for my license and registration, I didn't have EITHER!!! The registration Jon had hid in some random compartment that I didn't know about, so I went through his entire glove box full of the skank-nastiest old stuff ever looking for a piece of paper that I wouldn't have been able to identify had I found it. I kept handing things to the officer asking "is this it? ...is THIS it?" and he just stood there, watching as I smeared all the papers and stuff around on the passenger seat. I actually didn't even get a ticket though, I just had to go to the courthouse and prove that I did have a license, and that the Mazda had been registered on the day he pulled me over. A tangent, I know. The point I'm making here is that I've been pulled over twice now. Jon gets pulled over every other day. Exaggeration, but it's been at least 8 times since I've known him. For stupid, stupid stuff, too. Once he got pulled over somewhere between Malad, Idaho and Tremonton, Utah on the interstate for going three over. Yes, three over. On an interstate in the middle of nowhere. Cop Buddy was a total returned missionary, fresh off the plane and into a cop uniform. When Jon tells the story, he mouth-trumpets the tune to "Called To Serve" when he gets to the part where the guy comes marching over to our car. He was such a goober. Jon was caught so off-guard from being pulled over that when the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going, he responded, "Well I thought it was 75 along here. I had my cruise set at 78...maybe my speedometer is off or something..." and the guy interrupts with a weasly little laugh followed by, "well, if you know it's only 75, then (heh heh heh) why were you going 78??" and then launches into some stupid made-up story about all the accidents he's seen along that stretch of road and that "there's a big difference between 75 miles and hour and 78 miles and hour". Oh my. Spare us, please. He was definitely one of the top 5 lamest people I've ever been in contact with.

Anyway, I guess I'd better wrap this up and try to take care of some of the laundry that's taking over our hallway. Have a good night.

6 comments:

  1. While I'm always up for a good shunning, I won't shun you over Abba.

    And I speed. Always. I haven't had a ticket in about 4 years though. I'm pretty sure I'm blessed.

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  2. Bryan took me to Mamma Mia at Mandalay Bay for my birthday a couple years ago, and I loved it! I thought it was so fun, but I love musicals...and Abba.

    P.S. Your bangs are hot. Thank you for staying blonde!

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  3. Jessie, I just read your comment over on SSB, and it made me laugh out loud. GFunks? I have never heard that term before, but I intend to work it into my daily vernacular.

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  4. i DO hate that! although sometimes i think they're lying + they really just got it from target. well it's super cute anyway. i'll probably take your picture in next time i get my hair done... is that creepy? ps. i'm flattered that you've been to my blog before, i think you're one of 3 people.

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  5. Jessie, I'm waiting on pins and needles to find out if I won the big giveaway!

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