Wednesday- God, I've been looking forward to this day soooo much! School has really been a pain in the...ahhhh, I've needed this break incredibly so. Started off my weekend by inviting people to come over to watch Madonna's Confession Tour on the teevee that night. My friend Kyle showed up and I made popcorn and tried to make cookies, but the dough was mushy and wrong. The cookies were stressing me out so I gave up on them.
The concert was fantastic! It was nice to see a lot of the action closer-up this time- I recognized the choreography and much more clearly than I did at the actual concert (I was one of the many attendees at one of her shows at the Madison Sqare Gardens shows). It was nice to have pointed out what I missed in person. What was the whole fuss about the "Live to Tell" song? NBC edited out the scenes where Madonna was attached to a discofied, mirror-plated cross. Big whoop and a bull-roar. She was just trying to point out the plight of AIDS orphans in Africa. Who would be offended by that? Sometimes, I think there's got to be some person with something mighty huge up his/her ass and who has a lot of time to let everyone know it's there. Jeeze, get a life! Haha, anyway, I was pretty happy to have the chance to see the concert again and to relive it. Thankfully, whether for time or for pure ennui, the powers-the-be decided to cut four of the songs- two of which I felt really deserved the axe. I remember that during the concert those two songs, good as they were, were a real yawn-fest. People were getting up out of their seats, not to dance, but to leave to buy beer and pretzels. During the broadcast, we had commercial-time to do that. No ballads during a dance-concert, Madonna, duh!!!!
Thursday, Thanksgiving Day- My mom had me over and we had a tasty lunch.
Watch out, Pam! Tasha looks hungry!
People usually end up watching a lot of teevee during the holidays, my mom is no exception. She has at least four teevees around the house. She was peeved that her "Christmas Story" movie wasn't being aired so we ended up watching some other shows, some of which I wasn't quite sure were good for eating turkey to. I wonder if the pilgrims would have held thanksgiving dinner knowing that, sometime in the future, people would be watching a marathon of shows about coroners trying to identify the bodies of hapless souls without photo id's who croaked under bridges, in houseboats, on the road under the wheels of a bus, in maggot-infested beds, and so-on.
Maybe the teevee people were trying to use reverse psychology on its viewers this Thanksgiving. Learn to appreciate that you have a driver's license in your pocket and that that it isn't you on the slab getting your bloated, drippy-skinned fingers chopped off in order for the forensic person to fendangle a way to somehow, almost impossibly, get a set of fingerprints. Yuck, good dinner watching. Luckily, my mom realized Match Game was on and the channel was changed pronto!
Haha, looks like the neighbors invited the travelling carnival over for dinner. Or is it Destitute Camouflage Claus and his wife Smoking Hippie Claus? Hmmm...
After lunch, we took Tasha for a drive and ended up in Columbus where my mom's Aunt Lillian lives. Lillian's a great old lady, she just turned 99 years old and has lots of stories to tell! After complaining about my mom's pumpkin pie and leaving it on the counter we sat down and Lil shared with us boxes of old pictures and the stories that went with each photo. How cool!
Here's Lil (in the white polka-dot dress) with her sisters and their kids in 1942:
The barn in the background is the same one from my grandfather's polaroids that I posted a couple weeks ago. I found out that my great-grandfather (the man on the right) worked the farm before Lil's brother, Arnold- my grandfather, did.
Here's Lil, my mom and me!
Lil really flattered me by telling me what a looker I was! *Blush!* Haha, she also kept staring at me trying to figure out who in the family I looked like. It's interesting to get the perspective from someone who knew everyone from my family: my great-great-grandparents and on!
She also wondered how old I was. I told her (34) and she freaked out. Everytime I tell someone how old I am they don't believe me. Haha, should I be annoyed or thankful? I'll go with the glass is half-full one on this, I guess!
Friday- I had my post-Thanksgiving party. I spent the whole day getting ready. The party's theme was the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and I served pretzels, jelly-beans, toast, and popcorn in honor of the meal that Snoopy and Woodstock served up for the Peanuts cast. I even bought lawn chairs for everyone to sit in! Too bad hardly anyone came... Bambi showed up with her friend Michelle, then my buddy Matt popped by. At one point I thought more guests were showing up when I heard a knock at my door, but it was only my crack-addict neighbor and one of the hefty girls from downstairs inviting themselves to my "bash." Yeah, whatever. I think they were picturing beer-kegs, bong-hits and farm-fed orgy action. I told them if it picked up I'd let 'em know. Didn't happen. I guess I don't know how to throw a party at all. Sigh.
I retried an attempt at making my sacrilicious Madonna cookies!
-the cross that Madonna was hooked up to that NBC wouldn't show
-the Malawian baby that Madonna kidnapped
-"Open Your Heart!"
-her guitar that she rocked out to during "I Love New York!"
-Madonna with her cone-bra represented by two chocolate chips
-and the phone to get "Hung Up" on
