Archive for May, 2007

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Thought for the day

May 30, 2007

“Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it.”

Jack Canfield: Author, Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!

May 25, 2007

Let me begin by saying that I have been saving this little gem for precisely this weekend, and that it was all that I could do sometimes to keep it under my pirate hat.

It’s been so busy lately that I haven’t had a chance to share that the reason we took off to Disneyland in the first place was to appease this mama’s Disney hankering after researching opportunities to stalk Johnny Depp for the sake of a 7-year-old’s crush.

Someone, who shall remain nameless, (JON!) started talking to Babs a few months ago about Red Carpet Premiers. Why this is important information for seven-year-olds, I’m sure I don’t know, but it gave Jon a chance to talk about his Days in Hollywood and share all the puffery that comes with being a father who enjoys impressing his children. (God love ‘im.)

So he says, “You know, Babs. Maybe we could try going to see the new Pirates premier and you could meet Johnny Depp.”

To fully understand the implication of these words, I present to you a note I would like to have listed as Exhibit A.

Exhibit A should leave no doubt in your mind as to my daughter’s feelings about Johnny Depp.

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My apologies for the dark picture and misspellings. For first grade, I thought she did a damn fine job. But for those of you who may not be as first at reading First Grade as I am, the translation is as follows:

“Johny, I rily whont to met you. And I think you are a vary funny ackter. I like your moves alot. (A mother’s insertion: Dear God, please let her mean ‘movies.’) I think your hot and ckut. Johny and Babs.”

She loves him.

Or at least she did at Christmas.

Kind of like me with my middle school crushes. There were those I had for years, and those that only lasted a recess or two.

As I started researching the possibility of going to California for this premier, I felt my neck get stiffer and stiffer and my breathing get more and more difficult. This was not an easy task.

The rumor (and I need to stress the word “rumor” here) was that the premier would be not in Los Angeles, but actually in Disneyland the week before the movie opened. So, if we were to try to pull this off, we would need to go to Disneyland, get tickets early and sit on Main Street all day for the possibility of seeing Johnny Depp. Maybe.

With an LJ trip already planned for this weekend (a 3000-mile-roundtrip-in-a-day trip), Jon looked at me at one point and said, “Angela, it’s okay. If it’s this hard then maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

Whew. A huge weight lifted off my shoulders and I relaxed.

But that left me wanting Pirates, the ride. Girlfriends are so amazing that way. (See previous posts and Flickr photos if you missed that part of the Babs/Ang documentary.)

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Looking back, I’m glad that we chose not to throw ourselves into the madness that must have been the Pirates Premier. I’m not sure that visiting two weeks earlier had any real effect on crowd size the way I was hoping, but we still had a wonderful time and made a marvellous memory.

So, for all you Pirates fans, ahoy, Matey! Let me know what you think of it, if you go. Apparently we’ve moved on to Sweeny Todd and will consider stalking Johnny there. Sorry, Johnny. She really is sweet. And if she runs up to you and starts screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, why did you leave us?!” blame my husband. It’s his fault. She just really wants to meet you. (See note above if you stumble on this blog while googling your name.)

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Seen and heard at my house

May 24, 2007

Her: “Mom, could have a day where it’s just us?”

Me: “That would be great.”

Her: “No computers. No phones?”

Me: “Sure. Unless it’s dad.”

Her: (to herself) “Crap.”

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Timely

May 8, 2007

“You can never tell what type of impact you may make on another’s life by your actions or lack of action. Sometimes just with a smile on the street to a passing stranger can make a difference we could never imagine.”

Ed Foreman: Congressman, advisor to 5 American presidents.

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When the going gets tough . . .

May 2, 2007

the tough go to DISNEYLAND!!!

Okay, so even if the going’s not really all that tough we’re still going. Because dammit, who doesn’t want to be at the Happiest Place On Earth?

No? Not you? Well, you’re just going to have to follow your own bliss, because I’m off to follow mine. (It must have been those mouse ears when I was three that got me hooked. I’ve adored that place ever since.)

And when a wonderful four-year-old girl who just coincidentally happens to be the daughter of a best friend who has been a best friend for more than two-thirds of your life looks up to you with big eyes and says, “Princess Angie, can we go see the Princess castle?” if you’re me you figure out how to damn well make it happen.

Because what is life really if it’s not making kids’ dreams (and your own for that matter) come true? (Of course, this dream was kindly brought to us by expedia who had a lovely $165 round trip ticket available at just the right time.)

Have a wonderful rest of your week and weekend, everyone. I’ll be thinking of you as I’m (hopefully) basking in the California sun, feeling happy that someone created the Fast Pass, and generally counting my blessings. Ciao, bellas!

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More random observations

May 1, 2007

We have several folks at my workplace who smoke, and they have funny key phrases for their smoke breaks, like, “I’m going outside to feed the squirrels.” (As if the squirrels really enjoy ashes for breakfast.)

Today, we heard, “I’m going outside to get some fresh air.”

Am I the only one who thinks that’s funny?

Irony cracks me up.