wow I can log into blogger

I'm not sure what to do with this new power.

life tip #1

if you are ever watching jeopardy and you don't know the answer to a question about presidents always guess "Roosevelt."

-xoxox-
Darci

wtf

i have not been able to log into blogger at my house and now... out at Eric's I can. WTF. anger management. I will try again tomorrow, but understand that I have been blacklisted.

Black Listed Blogger?

ACK. I would guess I have been written off my blogging buddies. I'm sorry I've been so MIA - it's been a busy couple months of nursing school apps, microbiology, work, and attempting something resembling a social life. When I saw the crazy old man with the foot long beard, listening to rap, smoking a pipe, with the top down in his Porsche Boxster I really meant to post ... but it just got away from me. So here's are the highlights of the last 6 weeks:

• I loved microbiology. I think I could do gram-stains and test unknown bacteria and viruses all day. Needless to say I wash my hands too much now. I asked what I would have to do to be a lab rat for life and turns out it's even more schooling - aka Masters. Wow, guess they don't want mildly informed folks diagnosing staphlycoccus aureus.
• My boy may have made the move from eggs to ham (at least i think/hope) it's been a good Spring. After finals we ran away to Pacific City for the weekend - i love that place.
• I got into Creighton! ... which btw is in Nebraska. Omaha?? Holy crap a real test of will. I didn't get into OHSU - putting off some work or volunteering in the medical arena likely hurt my cause here. A real bummer though, because now I have to take Organic Chemistry spring term. Still waiting to hear on Linfield in PDX and should know in the next couple weeks. After some ridiculous traditional chic over-thought on "what if" I'm trying to not think about things until after I hear back from them.

I'm now going out to troll and check in with all my sarcastic, funny, online friends, beg for forgiveness and see what's been going on.

Love, Darci from the Block.
-xoxo-

80's Shows I Forgot I loved

A random conversation with Amy inspired a search of old television theme songs. I stumbled upon the most amazing site, which has a huge catalog of theme songs (and btw are in MP3 format for download :) The fact that Amy could identify a large % in seconds, including the likes of 227, Benson, and A Different World, is likely worthy of its own Amy blog one day soon, but here and now I wanted to see if I'm alone in my love of these shows/theme songs. There are some obvious classics we all know - the Facts of Life, Family Ties, Different Strokes, Magnum PI, but what about these babies:

• The Fall Guy: Lee Majors - awesome. The Six million dollar man turns stuntman, who apparently has some extra time to do PI work. The theme song just makes me happy.


• Greatest American Hero: I have to admit there isn't much I remember about this one besides some really bad flying special effects, but the theme song is a classic.


• Hart to Hart: on Desperate Housewives husband-wife pair opens Pizza Parlor, circa 1979 it's all about a millionaire couple doing pro-bono investigative work. The banter the chemistry was just fantastic.


• Scarecrow and Mrs. King: the likely dream of every bored housewife - hot secret agent man begs for your help. An industry innovator in long drawn out sexual tension. WTF?! Did they ever get it on?

I have to hope you've got my back on at least some of these... other "tier 2" off the radar favorites out there?

Guilty as charged

What month is it? What year is it? I should be prosectuted for blog neglect. The axis of evil that was the first six weeks of 2007 looks to now just an small 4-way stop of evil, so I'm back to troll all my favorite blogs and do a little blogging myself. Look out world....

Middle School Talent Shows: God forgive me

On the heels of my 31st birthday, the timing is just right to remind myself why aging is a good thing, a beautiful thing, as demonstrated by the decisions, the dancing, the outfits associated with all that is: the Middle School Talent Show.

Yes, the middle school talent show is classic Americana. The right of passage of every physically and socially awkward young child to completely and utterly embarrass the holy living shit out of themselves in front of an audience of their peers. WHY do they hold these talents shows? Is this a benefit for all our underpaid teachers. And furthermore, WHY do we as young children chose to sign-up voluntarily ? Well, I'll tell you why I think I did; her name is Lisa.

Lisa is one of those friends we all should hope to have in a lifetime. Daring, brave, and apparently missing the genetic coding which drives most people to give a crap what other people think. Oh god bless it, these were glory days. Being around someone like this is extremely liberating; suddenly you don't care what other people think about you walking your hamster.
This is a powerful trait my friends, powerful indeed - enabling hours of endless fun with legos, hamsters, dancing, kick-ball, and new heights in hair technology (as show on right). It's all a little blurry now, but I can only assume high on Lisa-powered liberation I deemed the following as "talents," appropriate to be viewed by our middle school:

1. Not all kids were "tough enough," but Lisa and I were.... to stand up and perform our choreographed performance to the New Kids on the Block, Hangin' Tough. Of my two performances, this is the one that doesn't make me throw up a little, only because we had this totally awesome move where we would stand back to back and hook elbows and I would flip Lisa over my back. Awesome - I mean, that is sweet, even today. Thank you god for wiping any memory of our outfits.

2. God giveth and god taketh away and therefore I do remember my outfit for what would be my first and last solo talent show appearance. WHAT would possess a young teenage girl to chose Secret Agent Man as her song??? Hell if I know! And of course, based on the song you can of course guess what I wore....... that's right....naturally I wore bright purple spandex with a giant over sized XL white sweatshirt with "007 " and a drawing of a gun puffy painted on the front!!... (PEOPLE WHERE IS THE PARENTING HERE. Seriously! If your child tells you they are going to puffy paint 007 on a big sweatshirt and dance in front of the school, take away the puffy paint!!) OK so I I haven't actually done anything yet, this is just the visual. I of course had more to offer the crowd- that's right, I'm not just a pretty face I've got below average dancing and gymnastics talents as well! I launched into my well practiced routine simply enough, but then suddenly realized I am incapable of remembering my moves when people are clapping along with the music and so for approximately 2-3 minutes, I executed a number of cartwheels, round-offs, and handsprings in different directions back and forth across the gym floor. This of course worked perfectly with my outfit because each time I went upside down my intentionally over sized skirt like sweatshirt came all the way up to my chin and threatened to come off. This couldn't be risked of course, because how would people know who I was if not for my giant sweatshirt with 007 puffy painted on the front?! (and yes thank the stars for the unitard, otherwise I might not be hear today to share this story.) My big ending of course, was a cartwheel into the splits. I don't remember much in middle school life after this event, but needless to say I think we can all agree it was for the best that shortly thereafter moved out of state to start a new life in Oregon.

And so today, I enjoy the bad ankles, the lines, the cynicism that comes with aging, god bless 'em, as long as there are no spandex or crowds.

Ham and Eggs

It's time for the ham and eggs post. Yes, I know no one voted for this topic, but it seems appropriate being the end of the year with reflection and all that crap. Plus, the Gancer vaguely covered this so I found myself reinspired. I may be out of it, but when Grey's Anatomy introduced me to the "Ham and Egg" concept I fell in love. My relationship has had a fairly consistent look and feel to it for the past couple years, but it was not until I heard my situation in a breakfast metaphor did I really understand what is going on here!! I am the HAM!! I'm in. I'm game. I'm putting myself out there.. while my counterpart just pops a couple eggs on the plate without thinking about it. [Involved vs. committed I believe it goes] Yes, I admit, sometimes we are just a ginormous omelette because I get all fed-up and yank my ham off the table, but generally speaking ham's my role.

Now, obviously if you're reading this you know how great I am. I mean, seriously. I don't get "headaches;" I like to cook; I like live sporting events; I will never cut my hair short I am some awesome ham!!!! I am the honey-baked ham of ham!! OK, no that's a lie, because i'm not that hot, but damn it, I'm definitely a B+ ham! While I understand we've all got commitment-phobia to some degree and anyone whose done anything interesting in life is going to have some baggage... but I'm starting to take it personal. According to the space time-continuum we're years in, but by all accounts we look and feel like we're 3-months in.

I argue that by now if eggs can't pony-up and play as meat, then I am not the ham for him. Seriously,I need some advice guys: How long is too long? How does a girl know when to hold em, know when to fold em, when to walk away, when to run?