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Well, since I’m kidless for some large chunks of time, I’ve been able to watch a little bit of boob tube.  Here’s what we’ve been watching:

Hot Tub Time Machine – Laughed my ass off at this movie!  Love it, love it, love it.  And, because I’m an eighties girl, I also love John Cusack.  It’s a requirement.

Kick Ass – I really liked this.  Not quite as funny as Hot Tub Time Machine, but it was a good movie with a decent story.  The little girl?  Awesome.  Just awesome.  Worth watching.

KICK-ASS: Movie Trailer 2. Watch more top selected videos about: Matthew Vaughn, Chloe Moretz

Also, season three of True Blood wrapped up on Sunday night. Again, not the same as the books, but still darn good. It’s really like a whole new GOOD story. If you don’t get HBO, go rent the first two seasons from Netflix or something. If you have a weak stomach, nevermind.

Season 3 Clip Preview

I’ve also started watching The Big C on Showtime. I’ve been catching it while the kids are at school on OnDemand.  So far, I like it.  Here’s a video for that:

Seems like I haven’t really watched anything bad.  Maybe that’s because I’m just happy to be able to watch SOMETHING.  Although I did fall asleep during the Jets/Ravens game last night.  Meh.  That’s what Tony gets for putting football on at night.  Although, if it were a Steelers game, I would have been hootin’ and hollerin.’

Have a great day, and get some entertainment!

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Um, Gwar. Really.

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I had the opportunity to experience something that I would not have done on my own.  And it was awesome.  It may sound like I’m complaining about stuff, but I’m really not.  When you read on to see what happened, please remember this:  I HAD AN AWESOME TIME!!! I would have not have changed one darn thing. So, go ahead, read on…

My neighbor had a little bit of a problem.  Well, not really a problem, but here’s the deal.  Her brother-in-law (married to her husband’s sister) is in the band GWAR.  Now, her husband had seen the band plenty of times.  But her?  She just never got around to seeing a show.  She had been backstage, taken the kids to see their aunt and uncle.  But their show is not exactly kid friendly.  Not even close.  So, she would then take the kids home to the safety of  our little suburban-ville.  Have you heard of GWAR?  I mean, they’re really not kid friendly.  Wanna see?

And that’s just a video.

Anywhoo, my friend decided that it was finally time to see a show.  And she decided to make a party out of it.  She got three other couples (including us), and one stray husband (whose wife just, well, wasn’t interested).  We were all in.  Did I remember GWAR?  Well, not really.  There was a vague, cloudy memory of them being on Beavis and Butthead.

We were all excited to have a grown up night out. We were headed to Mr. Smalls in Millvale, which just so happens to be a converted church. The church that my mother had her baptism, communion, confirmation and wedding. Really.  Now, I had been forewarned.  I watched one video on youtube (that you can see above) and was told that they like to squirt fake blood and other gooey stuff on the crowd.  Um, okay.  I knew that we had VIP seats up in the balcony (I’m guessing that was where the organ once stood…now it has a bar) and we had a bar tab.  Bonus.  As we pile out of the cars and walk to Mr. Smalls, we meet Brad, who is in the band.  He was very polite and, well, normal.  We head up to the entrance and get enough wristbands to last me for quite a while (one for admission, one for VIP and one saying that I was over 21 (eww…almost twice 21…anyway…..).  The second opening band was already playing.  Typical heavy, death metal.  Loud, but fine.  They looked normal.  Jeans.  Tees.  Long hair.  We made our way up to the VIP area and enjoyed the band.  Just before GWAR was about to start, my neighbor told all us ‘ladies’ that if we had to use the restroom, better do it now.  The restroom was downstairs, through the crazy, crazy crowd and out a door.  We looked at each other and were getting ready to go.  Just then,  a video started, and the crowd went crazy.  We decided…um…we didn’t need to go that badly.

As the music started, the crowd went nuts.  There was, of course, a mosh pit. But they were all very respectful of each other.  There wasn’t any fighting…it was more like organized pushing.  I noticed that everybody close to the stage had plain white t shirts on.  Hmmm…I figured maybe they were hoping to get squirted with some goo and have a souvenir. Well, “squirted with some goo” was an understatement.

They came out with these huge water cannon thingies.  Filled with fake blood and such.  IT WAS EVERYWHERE!!! (I was slightly clued in when, before the band took the stage, every surface but the floor was covered with plastic).  So, so, so glad I was up in the balcony.  We were enjoying the show…there were a lot of theatrics.  I compared it to X-rated performance art.

Eventually, however, our bladders were calling.  I asked the bartender if there was an employee restroom I could buy my way into.  No such luck. They had to use the restroom that was downstairs, too. We HAD to go down onto the floor. I’m all for going with the flow, but I didn’t want to be drenched in fake blood.  Really not my style.  Tony led the way downstairs (with me and three other girls following) and through the crowd.  We made it to the restroom.  And we got a slight taste of fresh air.  It was SO INCREDIBLY HOT IN THERE!  Imagine…650 people, no air conditioning in an old church.  And to top it all off, it was getting damn steamy with all the fake bodily fluids and real sweat.  After using the restroom (and seeing a poor girl with her eyebrow cut open – old stitches had come out – but she was OK), I HAD to go outside.  I just needed some air.  Badly.  Tony and I went out and it felt HEAVENLY!  The other girls went back upstairs, and we followed a few minutes after.

By this time, the concert was just about over.  We got our t-shirts (because, well, I wanted a t-shirt), and Tony bought some “nightgowns” for the girls (junior tees, size medium).  It was an awesome night out with friends.  Brad came up to the VIP area about ten minutes after the show, looking no worse for the wear.  I could only imagine how crazy hot it had to be in that costume.  Nuts.

I would go see them again.  Mostly because it was a great night out, there were no kids around, and not everybody has seen GWAR.

Too bad it wasn’t on the bucket list.  Oh well.  It was an adventure, and I’m glad it happened.  I am nicking at that bucket list, though.  You know the one where I’m supposed to replace everything my kids have stained?  I’m starting with the (icky) couch…new leather one is coming in a week!

Have a great holiday!

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I hope you had a great Mothers’ Day.  We spent Mothers’ Day at Kennywood.  It’s our new yearly tradition (second year in a row).  Mothers’ Day weekend is opening weekend at Kennywood.  Seems that people have other things to do on Mothers’ Day, so the lines are pretty light.  Not to mention that there was a high temperature of about 52 degrees.

But we had a blast.  We went on the kids’ favorite, the Jackrabbit at least three times.  We hit all of the classics…the Paratrooper, the Kangaroo, the Pirate Ship, the Turtle.  We went on Noah’s Ark, which completely freaked Becca out. (Chloe was a little scared too, but she just hides it better).  I think that most of Becca’s problem was having a couple of 11 or 12 year old boys behind her, making extra noise.  Becca was actually tall enough for the Racer and The Exterminator.  Which she thoroughly enjoyed (although, because The Exterminator is dark, she just sort of clenched my hand in fear the entire time.  But when we exited, she was really excited about it.).  The kids played games, won stuffed animals, got their cotton candy and had an overall great day.

Because the lines were so short, we really had ridden all that we wanted to ride by 4:30.  So, we headed home.  On the trip back, I asked the girls what their favorite part of the day was.  Chloe said it was winning the stuffed animals and riding the Jackrabbit.  Becca said stuffed animals and the Racer.  Then I asked what their least favorite part of the day was.  I was expecting Becca to say that it was Noah’s Ark, but she threw me a curve by saying that it was riding the three rides she rode in Kiddieland.  Chloe agreed.

There’s a little part of my heart that is sad about that.  They used to be so excited to get on those rides.  They look at me, so proud that they could ride something on their own.  That day, however, they looked at me like I was making them watch a documentary on making cheese.  I guess I can’t avoid the fact that they have to grow up.  At least I get to ride the fun rides with them!

Speaking of that, I had the opportunity to cross something off my bucket list (the Skycoaster).  Problem was, they were only accepting triple rides (meaning you had to have three people to go).  The girls were tall enough to go on, and I actually pressed it a bit.  Chloe was more than willing, but Becca wasn’t so sure.  Then Tony looked at me and very gently asked, “Do you want to be the Mom who scars them for life on Mothers’ Day?”

OK, guess not.  I’ll have to try another day…

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Forced Enjoyment

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First, I’m going to say, “Happy Mothers’ Day” to all moms, especially my own.  Being a mom is the hardest gig out there, no doubt about it.  I don’t think that any woman can TRULY appreciate what their own mother has done until she, herself, is a Mom.  So, thanks Mom.  I love you.

Yesterday I had our day all planned out.  The weather was crappy.  Windy, cold and rainy.  And I knew it was going to be like that.  So, the plan was to do our little Saturday morning routine at the restaurant and then hang in the house.  I had the girls all prepped for an afternoon of jammies, movies and the Wii.  Perfect.  And while they were doing that, I was planning on catching up on some housework (you know, clean a couple of bathrooms, vacuum, laundry) and some internet work.  But wait…there was more.  After putting them to bed, I planned on reading my new book from Charlaine Harris (Dead in the Family (Sookie Stackhouse, Book 10)) for a couple of hours before watching Betty White host Saturday Night Live.

It all started out great.  The girls (after a little, um, “discussion” about what they were going to watch) settled in to watch Goosebumps and All Grown Up.  I chatted with Tony for a bit, got some work done, and we all decided to have a snack of ice cream about 3:30.  That is the time of day that my energy hits that gigantic dip.  I brewed coffee and sat on the couch with the kids, enjoying Rugrats:  All Grown Up.  Well, I think I was actually enjoying the inside of my eyelids.  Then it happened.

The power went out.

Thank God the coffee had already brewed!  We sat and waited for a couple of minutes to see if it was just a flicker (because that happens more often than a long stretch of no power).  No go.  The kids continued to play, but I was sort of stuck.  Couldn’t do laundry.  Couldn’t vacuum.  The bathrooms that needed cleaned were the ones without windows, so that was out.  No internet.  So, I started reading my book.

And that’s what I did until the power came back on around 6:00.

It put me in a great mood.  I happily made dinner.  I set the kids up in Chloe’s room for their quasi-sleepover.  I kept on reading.  I surrendered my to-do list for a day of doing what I wanted to do. I mean, I had to diffuse some fights.  I had to freak out when they wouldn’t just LAY DOWN AND GO TO BED AT 10:00.  But I finished my book.

Just in time to watch Saturday Night Live, which was awesome! This was probably my favorite:

And guess what?  I DID vacuum this morning.  And do some laundry.  Oh, and I got breakfast in bed!  (Watermelon , a fiber bar and iced tea from Chloe.  Iced tea and a salami sandwich with a broken up string cheese on it from Becca.  Awesome.)

Have a great Mothers’ Day!!!!



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Just another little note here…I used to love to read PittGirl’s blog, The Burgh Blog.  Then she went away.  She was writing anonomously, and stopped (in a nutshell) because she was about to be found out.  Well, I’ve been following her on twitter and facebook (as PittGirl) and today she revealed her identity.

She’s gotten a new name for her blog.  She’s writing for Pittsburgh magazine.  And she’s a real person.  And a mom.


I think that going ‘public’ has lifted an incredible weight from her shoulders.  I mean, could you imagine that feeling of not wanting to get found out?

Anyway, kudos to PittGirl Ginny.  Or as she’d like you to say, Your Majesty.

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