Mysteries...
I was thinking today about my weekend. My long lost pal, who is going through a divorce, brought over some movies for us to watch during our "down time". It was during this time that it really hit me....."I AM OLD". Now, don't tsk, tsk, me..... The "old" I am referring to has more to do with my mentality, than it does age.
I did watch "Meet the Parents" a few years ago. I thought it was pretty funny, not the best movie I had seen, but pretty funny. So I was hyped to watch "Meet the Faulkers". I know, I know. And yes, we have been living under a rock. I have already been repremanded for not seeing it any sooner. However, after watching it I am glad I didn't knock myself out to see it. I viewed it as only mediocre. On to the next movie.......Napolean Dynamite.
I know this was somewhat of a sensation....but I guess I just missed it. I was bored to absolute tears....TEARS. I would have rather been doing laundry, mopping floors, (insert chore here), ANYTHING!!!!!! I couldn't stand this movie. In fact, it now tops my "Movies I hate the most" list, followed closely by "40 year old virgin". How do people enjoy these movies?
On to my next mystery. ...
I am a good girl, or rather good woman. I always have been. I liked the good guys...I played by the rules... Strived to make my parents proud....worked hard in school....made good grades... blah, blah, blah.....
So now, at 30, why do I have this unnatural obsession with Kid Rock? I mean...obsession. I love him....all of him. His nasty, greasy hair, his potty-mouth, nasty clothes and even his rap....ME like rap......what is happening here? If given a chance, (and didn't have kids) I would become a Kid Rock groupie..... Seriously. In fact, if he propositioned me today....I would probably accept.
And...I almost forgot. Johnny Depp. Now I know you are thinking that ALOT of women obsess about Johnny Depp, but you see, it isn't actually Johnny I obsess about.....but a character of his..... that's right. Capt. Jack Sparrow. I love him, all the matted hair, eyeliner, swaggering...everything. Soooooo Sexy....
How did I, end up married to a straight laced country boy.....???? It's a mystery. My guess is that there is a wild woman in me begging to get out....
I did watch "Meet the Parents" a few years ago. I thought it was pretty funny, not the best movie I had seen, but pretty funny. So I was hyped to watch "Meet the Faulkers". I know, I know. And yes, we have been living under a rock. I have already been repremanded for not seeing it any sooner. However, after watching it I am glad I didn't knock myself out to see it. I viewed it as only mediocre. On to the next movie.......Napolean Dynamite.
I know this was somewhat of a sensation....but I guess I just missed it. I was bored to absolute tears....TEARS. I would have rather been doing laundry, mopping floors, (insert chore here), ANYTHING!!!!!! I couldn't stand this movie. In fact, it now tops my "Movies I hate the most" list, followed closely by "40 year old virgin". How do people enjoy these movies?
On to my next mystery. ...
I am a good girl, or rather good woman. I always have been. I liked the good guys...I played by the rules... Strived to make my parents proud....worked hard in school....made good grades... blah, blah, blah.....
So now, at 30, why do I have this unnatural obsession with Kid Rock? I mean...obsession. I love him....all of him. His nasty, greasy hair, his potty-mouth, nasty clothes and even his rap....ME like rap......what is happening here? If given a chance, (and didn't have kids) I would become a Kid Rock groupie..... Seriously. In fact, if he propositioned me today....I would probably accept.
And...I almost forgot. Johnny Depp. Now I know you are thinking that ALOT of women obsess about Johnny Depp, but you see, it isn't actually Johnny I obsess about.....but a character of his..... that's right. Capt. Jack Sparrow. I love him, all the matted hair, eyeliner, swaggering...everything. Soooooo Sexy....How did I, end up married to a straight laced country boy.....???? It's a mystery. My guess is that there is a wild woman in me begging to get out....
Comments
I forgot about another dirty obsession....I have to amend my blog.
I agree with the Captain Jack Sparrow character. I also like Johnny Depp in Blow. The real life Johnny Depp doesn't do much for me.
My singer obsession is Chris Isaak. I would accept his marriage proposal as well but, ah..., I am already married. Hmmm...still I wonder what it would be like. Something in me tells me he wouldn't want a middle-aged housewife with two little kids dragging him down.
My dirty rock star crush is Tommy Lee...tattoos and all.
But, I am with you. I don't think they will be knocking down this mother-of-two's door.