1) Do I really need to get a Facebook page or is this just going to be like MySpace all over again?
2) Are you coming to the BlogHer Reach Out Tour in DC?
3) How often do you buy new sheets for your bed? Also – how many sets of sheets do you think you own for your main bed?
4) Are you watching True Blood? Did anybody read the books?
5) Have you ever been arrested? If so, for what?
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I’m not really surprised that I accidentally turned on a UFC event while looking for the UCF game on television.
I mean – the tv is all the way across the room and even with my contacts in my vision isn’t all that great.
What does surprise me is that I did it more than once.
What surprises me even more is that there would be more than one channel showing Ultimate Fighting in the middle of the afternoon, but I suppose that is another post entirely.
We TiVO 120 Minutes on VH-1 Classic.
(1. Shut up. You’re not cool either. You know you have embarrassing season passes on your DVR too and 2) VH1 Classic, ugh. I’m so old.)
The first couple episodes of 120 Minutes we watched were all about Morrissey and Siouxsie & the Banshees and a lot of mid to late 80’s alternative music but lately they have been much more early 90’s stuff.
I was folding laundry and the kids were playing on the floor (Usually I let them watch kids shows if we have the TV on but if I am folding laundry I often insist on watching a “music show” which is usually some crap I recorded off of VH1 or MTV2 just so that I can pretend I still listen to music on occasion.) and the video for “Ruby Soho” came on.
“Hey guys!” I said. “You know this song don’t you?”
We have been known to listen to a lot of Rancid around thse parts.
“Yeah!” All of the sudden Ian was really excited. “I know that guy! I know who he is!”
“Which one?” I asked. “The guy with the mohawk?”
“Yeah! I know him!”
I was so proud. My son new Tim Armstrong by site.
“Mommy! He’s the guy from Guitar Hero!”
Oh. I see.
And nobody tell Tim Armstrong about this. I don’t think he would find this amusing.
“Mommy. When I look at your tummy it reminds me what a good time I had in you uterus.”
“Mommy, I can’t go to school today. My butt itches too much.”
Can you imagine the excuse letter?
Dear Preschool.
I regret to inform you that Claudia was unable to attend school on Wednesday because her butt itched too much.
Sincerely,
Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah
That would probably go over pretty well, don’t you think?
