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Hair Like Meg Ryan

For our date night last week, Sam and I ordered take-out and watched You’ve Got Mail. I feel obligated to say that it wasn’t on Netflix, given my slew (well, two) of Netflix posts last week. Instead, we kicked it old school and watched the DVD I’ve had since I was in high school (yep, sometimes the newfangled digital shit can last, unless Little Man touches it, anyway).

My grandmother was a fan of romantic comedies, so I watched a lot of those since I lived with her. She was a Meg Ryan superfan (until The Affair with Russell Crowe, sigh), and I became one too after watching You’ve Got Mail. As a teen who had recently gotten an Internet connection, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. A smart guy! Who enjoys books! And can write! Such a guy didn’t exist in my class of 70-odd students, so that movie gave my love life a little hope (although working up the nerve to go the online route would come later).

You know how couples have a song? It might be the first song they ever danced to together or the one they danced to at their wedding. This movie is our equivalent of our song. (Truth be told, we have a song, too. And it’s not Hanson, because Sam put his foot down.) We went the same route as the characters, meeting online, taking forever to meet, and when we did it was amazeballs (well, it was amazeballs a couple months after we met, anyway, when my nervousness wore off). Our story isn’t as interesting though, and consists only of a few missed hints and involuntarily dodged kisses — no business war or bailing on meeting or leading someone on while not telling them you’re the online guy they’re infatuated with. But otherwise IT’S EXACTLY THE SAME.

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We were getting sappy and stuff while watching the movie, reciting lines here and there, like it was of Star Wars or Shakespeare importance, when it dawned on me that there was something about me that Sam didn’t know. Once you’ve been married to someone for 10 years — hell, even 5 — finding something new to share from one’s past is pretty major. It’s almost on the level of giving diamonds. Almost.

“Oh my god, that haircut!” I commented. “I loved that haircut when I was in high school. I had it for the better part of two years. But it never worked out.”

This is it, in case you haven’t watched You’ve Got Mail or just don’t remember:

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Between my lack of being able to blow my wavy (but not curly, dammit) hair straight, it not being the right haircut for my face, and the crappy stylist whose cuts rarely resembled the picture given, the haircut didn’t work for me. It didn’t work the first time I was a sophomore in high school, or the second time with blonde highlights, or even the 89th time, when I was a senior in high school, and I’d highlighted my hair so much that it was nearly straight up blonde. (This is when I realized I should just let it grow out and go back to my natural color.)

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Except for it’d say “Meg Ryyyyyan!”

“You meant you actually wanted the haircut of a woman in her 40s?” Sam asked with a smirk on his face.

“She wasn’t in her 40s at the time,” I said, defending my style choice for god knows what reason. “Probably like her 30s. Or mid-30s.”

“That’s really not better. You were 15!”

“Almost 16, though. And it was a cute haircut! Just not on me. Which may be why I didn’t date more in high school.”

“Aw, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Sam said. “Just pretty bad.” I have yet to show him my picture in the yearbook from that haircut — the one where I was wearing a plain white t-shirt for, again, god knows what reason. Add in being sweaty as hell because it was early September in SC, and you’ve got loads of awfulness.

I also didn’t tell him about how, when I first got the cut, that my English teacher marked me as being absent on the attendance slip that day and had to page the office to have them correct it so I wouldn’t get a detention for skipping when I was eventually (I assume) marked present in another class. That should have deterred me from getting it again, but nope. Awkward teenage years were awkward.

At least I know better now!

Any hair horror stories you’d like to share? Or maybe there was a time when you tried to be an almost middle-aged woman when you were a teen?

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The 2016 Netflix Challenge

One thing I see on social media a lot is challenges. Not so much the kind where people do stupid shit that sends them to the hospital and you get to roll your eyes at someone for being a dumbass (there seems to be less of these as I/my friends have aged), but the kind where you have to move.

Yes, move.

There are challenges for abs, challenges for squats, challenges for push-ups — you get my drift. These are not challenges I’m inclined to do anymore so than I’m inclined to eat a teaspoon of cinnamon or chug a gallon of milk because I’m lazy, because it’s hot, because…just because.

I finally came across a challenge more up my ally, though, and it doesn’t involve moving or doing anything that’ll land me in the ER — it’s the 2016 Netflix Challenge.

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There are a couple of things that will be tough for me to do on this list — like watch a one-star movie (I guess there is always the zombie beavers movie that was mentioned in the comments of my Netflix and Swill post) or finding one set in my state of South Carolina — but otherwise, I think I got this. A few I’ve already done, like watch a Netflix original series (Orange is the New Black) and watch a movie not in my language (The Hunt), so I’ve got a head start on this challenge.

So, who’s with me? And, any non-shitty movie recommendations (so I can check out the “movie recommended on this blog” box)?

How To Red Box

I don’t know about y’all, but sometimes I really miss the days of going to a video store to pick out a movie. I remember going once in a while as a kid with my family, and it was always really special for it to be your turn to pick out something (five kids, sigh). Even when I was older, it was nice to take my time wandering around the store until I found something that looked really good.

The first job I got at age 16 was at a Not Blockbuster video store, where I was eventually promoted to assistant manager and then manager over another location. I loved it. There was just something about the smell of shrink wrap (as well as using it to shrink wrap a coworker’s textbook or purse) and foam inserts. Yes, I’m slightly weird. Yes, you love me anyway!

Unfortunately, the video store I worked at has gone out of business now, like most other video stores. Thank you, Netflix and Red Box. Don’t get me wrong, though — I’m not a hater. I just want to have my cake and eat it, too. I’d never give up Netflix, and Red Box could be nice for the occasional movie rental. I say “could be” because people suck so hard that they make what should be a painless transaction so annoying that it’s worth paying twice as much to rent on Amazon.

If you’re concerned that your Red Box behavior is forcing people to turn to Amazon, read below to find out How To Red Box properly. If any of them apply to you, then you may want to rethink your entire Red Box process.

Respect the personal bubble. Look at the space between you and the person at the kiosk. If you stretch out your arms, would you touch her? Yes? Then MOVE. No one wants someone not their spawn or spouse all up on them, especially not when handling the delicate business that is picking out a movie that costs $1.29!

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Stop it with the sighing. I know that it can be annoying when someone takes forever to pick out a movie, but chill. It’ll be your turn soon enough, but if not, you can always find another kiosk. Or watch Netflix. Or illegally download something. No one wants to hear you acting like you’re about to have an asthma attack back there, especially when one is merely returning a single movie and leaving.

Don’t ask for someone’s movie. While you’re getting up close and personal with the stranger at the kiosk, it might suck to see them grab the movie you made the trip to Red Box for, but don’t ask them to remove the movie from their cart. Don’t tell them how long you’ve waited to watch it. Don’t try to guilt trip someone by saying it’s for your sick child. Get something else or try making an online reservation.

Get off your damn cell phone. Sighing is justified when you’re holding up the line while gabbing away about where you’re picking up supper. Hang up, put the person on hold, whatever…put the phone down and stop being so rude. The same goes for small talk — if you’re in line, fine. (Unless it’s with me.) If you’re at the kiosk, then discussing your weekend plans can wait.

If there’s a line, GET IN IT. People don’t generally stand single file near a Red Box kiosk, often with a bag of groceries in their hands, for their health. They’re standing there because they are waiting their turn to use the machine. Don’t lie in wait next to your car and make a beeline for the machine when you see someone take their movie. The other four people don’t care that you have an appointment, are late for whatever, or only need to return your three movies. Get in line. (Most people will offer to let you cut to return something if you ask nicely.)

Feel free to print off these rules and tape them to the Red Box in your neighborhood. Or say “Who the hell does this bitch think she is, making rules for renting movies” and go on a road trip to find me and irritate me at the Red Box.

Weekend Coffee Share: My World

If we were having coffee, I’d recommend that you don’t drink your coffee this way:

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I don’t have to worry about this, as I do not consume coffee. This is one of the perks of drinking soda–no possibility for third-degree burns. 😉

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Man is at art class right now. He loves art and has created some cool paintings.

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I’m pretty sure that he prefers art to sports. He also loves music, and we have been looking for a decently price drum set for him. He uses the Garage Band app on his dad’s iPad to create some cool stuff for a kid his age.

If we were having coffee, I’d also tell you that I’m super excited to start reading Illyria: Haunted, which is a comic book mini-series that is part of Angel: After the Fall, the comic book series that picked up where the show left off.

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I would also tell you that I watched two movies last night. The first was Into the Woods, which I was super excited about. I hated it, but Little Man thought it was the best movie he’s ever seen besides Big Hero 6, so I’m glad he was a fan! After the kids went to bed, the hubby and I watched The Imitation Game, which was amazing. Watch it, you must.

This has been a busy month for us birthday-wise. For some reason, nearly all of our relatives and friends decided to be born in April. We’ve celebrated five birthdays so far, and will go to a party tonight that will serve as a birthday celebration for not one, but two of my close friends. I now screen future friends and if their birthday falls in April, they’re dropped from consideration. I kid.

If we were having coffee, I’d also tell you that I booked a night at the Great Wolf Lodge for Little Man at the end of the month. I was having mommy guilt about his spring break being a bit of a bust (IMO, he thought it was the best ever), so off to the land of indoor water slides and and nonstop screaming we will go! I told him by showing him my confirmation email. It took him a second for it to click, but he is sooooo excited. We’re also let him skip school that day, which makes the whole thing 10 times cooler in his eyes.

That’s all for now. Please share about what’s going on in your world below! ❤

The Boy Found a VHS Tape

I knew it was coming – the day when Little Man would find something I had as a kid and be completely clueless about it, inevitably making me feel old as dirt.

That day was today.

Little Man was digging through the entertainment unit and found a VHS tape stuck at the very back.

“Oh my gosh, Mom, what’s this?” he asked, holding up the tape. I cringed. How to explain a time when not everything came on a shiny disc, didn’t have a menu, and you had to wait a good three minutes to rewind a movie to the start?

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