Saturday, February 25, 2012

Dude! I Can't Buy Edward's Car Because Then Everyone Will Know I Like Twilight. Wait A Minute....

My sister sent me this:

Which I think is hilarious because I don't think she realized when she sent it that she was trying to get me to buy Edward Cullen's car.  But it totally is! I mean, they even have a picture of him!

Seriously, dead ringer*!

Don't believe me? Here's a close up:

Now, if I could just convince Jon....

*Sorry. Couldn't help it.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

This Is All Twitter's Fault

In the past I've called Twitter "an insidious plot for world domination by super Buck Rogers computers" and I'm not wrong.  However, Twitter is also a magical space where you can say just about anything and it gets published right there (points to computer screen) on the Internet! And, extra bonus!, people that are on Twitter, on average (or mean, or frequency distribution, or some other random math term I just googled) follow something like 2,345 other people, which means no one notices anyone else's twits! It's like everyone on Twitter is a bunch of crazy people wandering around the local library/park/mall talking to themselves! Genius! I mean, obviously, I fit right in!

That is until you go to Mabel's house for a girl's movie night of Twilight: Breaking Dawn. (NEW! Just out on DVD February 11th!) Before I can get myself settled in on the couch in anticipation of over an hour of daydreaming about long uninterrupted historical talks with Edward over a steaming cup of hot carrot juice, she says, "Journey, Martha! Really!?!" Which means she's totally calling me out on some of my recent twits.  Specifically these ones:

1.  Listen, radio stations of the world, let's make a deal, you don't play anymore songs by The Eagles and I'll quit changing channels. Deal?

2.  You know, while we're at it, let's just add Fleetwood Mac to the list.  Because it just makes me cringe.

3.  And, let's just face it, 90% of Journey too.

4.  Ooo! Also, anything that has the words, "I like big butts" in the lyrics should be banned too.

5.  The heck with it, radio stations of the world, I'm going back to my Twilight Pandora station.

(Reading above five twits in my head) Um, no, Mabel, that all sounds about right.....

But, obviously Mabel disagrees so, I embedded some examples for you all. (Of course there's going to be examples! How else does bad music get spread around the globe? Besides, I need these to stick in your brains, people, so they too can drive you crazy and you'll be forced to join Twitter and twit all your crazy thoughts with me! We'll be Crazy Twitter Besties! Or CTB for short!*)

Aaaaarrrrgggg!!! The Eagles! Hall of Fame, Shmall of Fame, they just bore me!

Your face is all scrunched up like mine with your Fleetwood Mac cringeyness. You can't deny it.  I can see you.

At one point in the video the lead singer is actually running away from his own song. Seriously, Journey! This should be a clue!

I couldn't post the butt song.  I just couldn't do it.  So you get this cute video of a baby elephant instead.  You're welcome.  No. Really.  If you've ever seen the original Sir Mix-A-Lot video, you understand.  This is way better!

Now, before you all go all ninja on my musical butt down there in the comment section, I just want to remind everyone, all facts  opinions  facts I've stated above are from a woman who owned something like two Amy Grant tapes, three Michael W. Smith tapes, a Petra CD and Michael Bolton's "Time, Love and Tenderness" tape WHEN I HEADED OFF TO COLLEGE**. So, you know, I wouldn't listen to me either. Except when I'm right.

*And since CTB is an acronym for an educational publisher, if you join me right off the bat we'll look incredibly smart! (And by we, I mean me, obviously.)

**Yeah.  I was cool.  Cool like a, well, like a person who also made up lyrics to the tune of Gilligan's Island to put on her dorm room answering machine.  Obviously.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Someone Gave Me A Jumbo Sized 3 And I Drank A Lot Of Coffee, Except For That 3 Thing Nothin' New Here

So, the other day, in a fit of I'm-going-to-go-and-comment-on-new-blogs-until-my-children-wake-up-and-read-other-peoples-stuff-floating-around-out-there-in-computer-land-which-totally-should-have-been-a-ride-in-Disney's-Tomorrow-Land-then-again-maybe-it-was-and-I-just-don't-remember-because-I-was-too-busy-driving-my-miniature-car-around-the-autobahn-convinced-that-this-time-my-car-would-go-faster-and-I'd-finally-be-able-to-pass-my-put-put-sister-so-I-didn't-have-to-keep-shouting-"Put-the-pedal-to-the-metal-!-!-!-!", I commented on this blog: written by WilyBCool, who I call Wiley Coyote in my own head, not because he's a cartoon character or is really good at not dieing when anvils are dropped on his head and stuff, but because I call everyone who's name starts with a "W" Wiley Coyote in my head*.  Anyway.... he then came over to my blog and followed me (because he's nice like that) and then posted a link in my comments.  I saw it and I was all, "DUDE! A new blog to check out! Awesome!" The fact that his link looked like this: 
should have tipped me off that there was something else going on, but since I don't read html, I clicked on it and saw this:

Which I immediately thought had some fantasy/Lord of the Rings theme thing going on, but, even though I have actually read the whole Fellowship of the Ring books and I should be like an expert now, especially since I've even seen all the movies IN A MOVIE THEATER (yes, I was married at the time), I was wrong. (Did you just say "Duh"?)  Apparently it's like those emails that people used to send around where you were supposed to answer questions about yourself or something.  True story: I got one of those in college (Oh yeah.... I had an email account, thanks to one of my overly technologically optimistic friends. Although, at the time, I didn't understand how I was supposed to access it using my typewriter.) but I couldn't figure out how to type in my answers so, instead, I copied all the questions down, and answered them one by one on small pieces of paper, and handed them to the friend who sent me the email in the first place. Because if I didn't answer the email, that would be rude, obviously.  Anyway, the whole point of this huge flowery number three is to tell you all three things about myself and then pass the gigantic three on to three other bloggers.  So, here goes! (And you thought I was just going to ramble with run-on sentences for the whole time!)

1.  I've danced with Elvis on the streets of Portland.

2.  My hat fell off in a triathlon once, and this is what happened:

Yeah.  I'm cool like that.

3.   I once went by the nick-name Hot Rod Martha.  The story involves an incredibly cute five year old (smiles, waves, points to self), a full sized three wheeler ATC, a vacant lot, and the inability to listen to instructions past, "This lever is the gas. You push it and it makes the three-HEY COME BACK HERE!"

Honda ATV Three Wheeler circa 1983

Related: I crashed three different three wheelers by the age of ten.  Without wearing a helmet.

And, because each of these people think these are the coolest slippers of ALL TIME**!

I'm linking to them. And passing along that jumbo sized 3, because I don't share my slippers with anyone, no matter how adorab-ELLLLIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!

1.  Musings from the Hamster Wheel : I ran a lot in college.  Breezey never ran in college. Breezey majored in French in college. I never spoke a word of French in college.  We were roommates in college, and now Breezey runs.  She runs half marathons. And she's awesome!  You see where I'm going here? Yep.  I should be posting in fluent French by next Tuesday.

2.  Post Punk Kitchen : Each time I've seriously decided to make the switch from milk swilling, ice cream licking vegetarian to unsweetened soy milk swilling, Tofutti Cutie noshing vegan, I've gotten pregnant.  More than likely these are mutually exclusive actions.  Probably. Well, hopefully. Because, Isa's Eggplant Bacon sounds AMAZING!

3. About 100% : Andrea is a mom, she blogs and she says things like, "Get your own water," and, "Blogging is my excuse to be busy at something other than cleaning urine off of floors and walls around toilets in my house," and, "My ultimate goal is for you to say (after reading my blog) 'at least I'm not as pathetic as she is,'" and, "I've been known to exaggerate." It's like she's my more grammatically correct, non run on sentence writing, non incomplete sentence using, didn't even have to look up how to spell the word 'exaggerate' on Google, smarter twin! (Or, not, if, you know, my exuberant weirdness has freaked you out, Andrea. Again. You know, like that time I asked you if you too wanted to be re-incarnated as Laura Ingalls Wilder, even though it's completely impossible? Yeah.  Like that.)

*Or Dude, but you all knew that.

** OK, I didn't actually ask them, but, come on! Look at those slippers!  They look like something Rainbow Brite would wear, of course they love them!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

I'm Also Pretty Sure Cher Was In The Lord Of The Rings, She Played That Evil Wizard With The Crystal Ball

After reading my last post, I'm sure at least .0213% of you wondered, "Is Martha less idiotic* when she's exposed to sunlight? You know, because direct sun makes vampires prettier and stuff, maybe it does the same for her, but instead of making her prettier it just makes her less daft** and that's why she only posted twice in January. Man, I'm sure glad she lives in the Northwest, where all that rain and a dense marine layer keeps her entertainingly potty***!"

Firstly, .0231% of my readership, I think your grasp of weather terms is a wee bit shaky (yes, I said that in my best English accent). Seconderdly, .0231% of my readership, thank you for your generosity and faith that sunlight does something for me other than make me stop on my morning runs and stare, slack jawed, at grapefruit GROWING RIGHT IN SOME ONE'S FRONT YARD!! Thirdest, .0231% of my readership, you'd be wrong, so very, very wrong, because, I had this conversation around the dinner table with my family in-law:

Everyone At The Table: Yadda, Talk, Breen, Blibbity, Talk, Technobabble, Pickles....
Me: (daydreaming, silently, in my own head, because I'm not really listening) If I ever ran a bowling alley, I'd wear a name tag that said "Big Turkey". Dude. I'd be soooo cool!
Everyone: Talk, Dilithium, Tricorder, Tribble, KHHHAAAN!-
Me: (jolted into the conversation) I've never seen Star Wars.
Everyone:  (silence, blank stares, and Jon actually scooted his chair two inches to the left, further away from me.)
Me: Well.... I mean, I saw the one with the clouds. 
Ginger: Clouds?
Me: Yeah.  They go to that city with the guy from Rocky and you know, walked around and stuff....
Everyone: (blank stares. silence. awkward.)
Jon: (in his almost completely mortified voice) She means "The Empire Strikes Back".
Everyone: (in their nice voices, because they're nice people) Ooohhh! Star Wars! You mean Cloud City!
Fred: Did you see it pre-1997? Because they changed the original film and the changes detract from the character arc of the films and tend to be more distracting than expedient.
Me: (with my mind spinning from the use of big words) Ummmm.... It had the Michelin Men in it? And they were chasing that cute robot around the city and he really needed to be quiet, but he wasn't? His friend was shiny too.
Everyone: (blank stares. silence. basically the same look I've been getting.)
Me: (attempting to deflect the next question, which obviously will be about Mystery Science Theater, and since I haven't seen that either, blurting out the first thing that comes to my head) Have you heard of Man Massages? They're supposedly bacon scented!

In retrospect, this might be why we only visit family once a year.

Oh, and P.S. or fourthesterdly, .0231% of my readership, the sun light makes me prettier too. It's not just vampires.

*Your words. Not mine.
**Again, your words not mine. And apparently with an English accent.
***English? Again? Really?