Free time eludes me these days. Between stacks of files, daily chores, and the occasional inter-personal relationship...oh, and of course, the soirees (how could I forget the soirees?): I barely have time to read and work out, much less to publish drivel on my blog.
And yet, here I sit.
And here are a few things that have been on my mind: first of all, what's the deal with Laffy Taffy? I'm not talking about either that ridiculous song or that delicious faux-banana flavor. I'm talking about the unbelievably lame jokes. They should stop letting random people submit non-funny jokes and just let me write them. Mine would be funny. I promise. For example - a Laffy Taffy joke: "What do you get when a dog walks across the sun?" The terribly clever answer? "A hotdog." See? Lame. Now here's mine: "Why does a chicken coop only have 2 doors?" Ready? "Because if it had 4 doors, it would be a chicken sedan." Go ahead. Laugh. Laff, I say!
Secondly (and I know I've asked before): can all the car salesmen puhlease stop yelling at me? You're making me crazy! Why don't you devote your voice to something more productive like yelling at the riff-raff who set the gas prices. Or at least have a shouting-match with the furniture salesmen.
And another thing: next time you see me, ask me how much I've been to the gym lately. I need some accountability, people.
Do you think I could work it out that I could get a themesong that would play whenever I walked into a room? It might seem weird at first, but I think once people got used to it, it would be endearing. And cool.
Fifth and lastly, an observation: I like it when I've lived in a place long enough to start seeing people around. I'm talking about random people, who I don't know, but I just happen to see at miscellaneous places. I don't know if that makes sense - I'm not a stalker or anything - I just think it's funny to talk to someone in line at Brookshires one day and then see them in yoga class 6 months later and see them at the mall buying a questionable dress a while later. I wonder if random people ever notice me like that.
I bet they would if I had a theme song.
Posted by christin at March 21, 2006 10:11 PM | TrackBackA blog well worth the wait. I did laff. Now, call me and update me...even Raymond's asking.
Posted by: Lisa at March 23, 2006 03:22 PMIndeed...everyone has their own theme songs, I would think. Who doesn't work out with the "Rocky" song in the back of their minds?
For some reason I can hear the "Mary Tyler Moore" song play with you, Christin...maybe an updated version, but the same song...
Question, though...do people's theme songs fade the longer they're in the same room, so as not to obscure someone's groovy tunes as a new individual sashays along with "...you're gonna make it after aa-aaallll!" ?? It would just get noisy.
Posted by: Brad at March 23, 2006 05:32 PMLG, I'll call or come by soon.
Brad: I prefer to work out with "You're the Best Around" from The Karate Kid in my mind. In fact, it's one of the songs on my Spring Gym Mix. I may have to add the Rocky theme, too.
The theme song would definitly have to fade in order to accomadate other theme songs.
I don't remember the Mary Tyler Moore theme - I'll have to see if I can find it on iTunes or something and give it a shot.
So, I got on here looking to see if this was you so I could link to the funniest person I know. And the next thing I knew I was cruising all the way back here. You may not get this, but it was well worth the lost sleep to here a bit of Christin again. Thanks for being you. I would love to hear your theme song as you come in the room again. Oh, didn't I tell you? you always had one in my head when we lived in the same quadrant of the country.
Posted by: Oriel at April 30, 2006 11:13 PMOriel, You're on the short-list for my next travel plans. I miss you! I'll call you this week.
Posted by: Christin at May 1, 2006 09:43 AM