Every song is the same. The same two notes. How does that happen?

So, it's three days before Christmas, and I am sick of the Christmas commercials. I realize the best solution would be to stop watching television and go read a book or something. Especially since everything on right now is either junk or reruns of stuff I've already seen. But what else am I supposed to do while I knit? Plus, we lent all our Harry Potter DVDs to Ko, because he admitted he had only seen the first one, and I couldn't accept that. So I can't even put those on again.

I'm just tired of seeing the same four commercials over and over. Perfume, jewelry, cars, Target. Rinse and repeat. Blargh.

And just for fun, every now and then, they throw in an obnoxious snuggie commercial. The ones with the people singing stupid versions of songs with the word snuggie crowbarred in there. I especially can't stand that one girl that has the solo line. She's trying so hard, and I imagine she's some kid who's been trying to get ahead in musical theater her whole life, and she probably feels like this is a big break for her. Sorry, musical theater girl, but I can't stand you or your commercial.

Am I always this cynical, or do you think the holidays are bringing it out in me? It doesn't help knowing that you will already be off tomorrow, while I am at work, doing all the stuff I didn't get around to today. Boo.

I had the german measles in the 5th grade, I still had to show up to the Christmas party.

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat!

Well, there's no goose, but Kara's home! That's close enough, right? I kid, I kid.

I am quite excited that Kara's home for Christmas, but for some reason, at least to me, it doesn't seem like Christmas yet. Maybe it's because I have a job, and only get the 23rd and 24th off. Part of me is still used to being a student and having weeks on end off for the holidays. Sometimes I wish I had that back. Hopefully today we will get our Christmas decorations out of storage, and that might help me get into the Christmas spirit.

Perhaps I should also watch some classic Christmas movies, such as Miracle on 34th Street, It's A Wonderful Life, and A Muppet Christmas Carol. (Yes, A Muppet Christmas Carol is a classic!)

Recently I got to have dinner a catch up with a friend of mine some high school, and that was a lot of fun. It's fun to be in on some of the post high school gossip. Nice to know my life isn't as cracked out as some peoples.

Jamie turned 1! He's so cute! Check it:



He really enjoyed the blue frosting. He looked like a smurf by the end of it.

Sometimes, having nephews makes everything better. :)

Just once I'd like to be able to say, "Yeah, I'm not feeling so good. My leg is haunted."

I don't really have anything to post about. I just couldn't pass up a perfectly good chance to use that quote. I bet you're jealous that I got a cold before you. Except that it means I have a cold. And that sucks.

Especially after three days. I wish I could just keep taking Nyquil until the whole thing is gone. Plus, I can't decide what I actually want. I spent two days in bed wishing I wasn't there, and then I made myself go to work today, and spent the whole day wishing I was back in bed. But I guess everybody does that when they're sick. It didn't help that everyone kept walking past my office making pitiful faces at me and saying, "Hey, sicky." And when my boss came in to my office to file stuff, she said, "I don't want to get your cooties!"

Lame.

I wish you could have heard the sounds I was making after I took Dayquil this afternoon, though. It was a little bit hilarious. I almost forgot to take it, so I took some right as we were walking out the door after we ate lunch. Since I almost forgot, I didn't have anything else to eat or drink to get that taste out of my mouth, so I was making these weird, awful sounds. I probably sounded like I was speaking in tongues or something. If you had heard it, you would have made me make those sounds over and over again. It would have been funny, if it hadn't been for that taste in my mouth.

I hate being sick.

Ok, I'll stop complaining now.

Add one and divide by the Jew power

HAPPY HANUKKAH EVERYONE!!

Hanukkah started earlier this week, and in celebration of that, my father bought The Spinagogue, so we've been playing a lot of dreidel at my house.

The Spinagogue!




Tomorrow in Veterans Park there's going to be a giant menorah lighting! I'm pretty excited about that!

And in the spirit of Hanukkah, here is a hilarious video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSJCSR4MuhU

Yeah, it's right up there in between old Brady Bunch reruns and the lyrics to Rapture.

Today on the way home from work, we heard "We didn't start the fire" on the radio. I've heard that song probably twice in the last five years or so (mainly because I can't find that CD you made me that had it), but I still remember all the words.

I just thought you would appreciate that, with your love of William Joel. Billy Freaking Joel. B Money.

But I have even more exciting news. In searching for the title to this post, I just googled "Lorelai Gilmore Rapture lyrics."

And my good friend google found me a website that has the script for EVERY SINGLE EPISODE OF GILMORE GIRLS. EVER.

How ridiculous is it that a really big part of me does want to go through and read every single one, in order? Tell me honestly.

He’s gonna be expecting Chilton High School senior Trixie McBimbo.

You know, Lauren Graham hasn't changed much from Lorelai Gilmore to Sarah Braverman. Neither has her daughter, and the things they're going through.

Lorelai gets Rory to have an alumni dinner with Harvard alum Darren Springsteen (who may or may not be the brother of Bruce. That was left undetermined), and Sarah gets her daughter Amber to meet with Berklee alum Carly Barlow.

When watching this weeks episode, I couldn't help but laugh that Lauren Graham is playing essentially the same character, only a little less stable. And she has a son this time. But the son barely makes any appearances.

It's nice of Lauren Graham to keep up with our Gilmore Girls obsession.

That's the new Harry Potter on your heads. If they should drop, Harry will die, and there won't be anymore books.

I'm so excited for Harry Potter next weekend! Hoo-lee and I are planning on seeing it at midnight, and it's going to be EPIC! I can't wait.

I was recently looking at the Lego Harry Potter sets, and I think I want all of them. They're just so cool. Hagrid's Hut, The Burrow, (which includes Bellatrix and her wacky hair), The Hogwarts Express, (which has Ron in the flying car), but I think the most awesome is The Hogwarts Castle. Look at the stuff yourself: http://harrypotter.lego.com/en-US/default.aspx. You know you want to get me one, or all, of those for Christmas. (Ok, maybe not all, cause that would be a wee bit expensive, but you could splurge if you wanted to :) I'm worth it after all)

Hoo-lee recently started reading the first Harry Potter book to the twins. I think they really enjoy it. Maybe now when they're playing my Lego Harry Potter video game they won't ask so many questions.

It's on fire! It's the broiler.

You know that part at the end of Glee last night, when the football player shoved Kurt against the lockers again, and he fell and just sat there for a minute? He was wearing a yellow coat and yellow rain boots. He looked like Paddington Bear.

And that made me think of you, because of your jacket.

I love that jacket. I still have days when I wish I could borrow. It's too bad we're in different states. Stupid Texas, being so huge. We wouldn't have this problem if we lived in a couple of those tiny little East Coast states.

And this blog title has nothing to do with this post. I had something in mind, but I couldn't find the quote, because I couldn't figure out what episode it was. I'm tired, because for some insane reason, I'm doing NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo at the same time. Why not? So finally I just picked a quote I liked. I'm sleepy.

Two are pom poms, one's a pom!

You know, I never thought I'd have a use for that particular Gilmore Girls quote, but lo and behold the opportunity presented itself!

Yesterday, Julie, the twins and I went the Texas Rangers Rally, and they gave out individual red poms for everyone who came. Check it, here are my favorite twins with their poms.




Elvis Andrus, Nelson Cruz, Neftali Feliz, Ian Kinsler, Michael Young and Josh Hamilton were there. Chuck Greenburg and Nolan Ryan were there. Ron Washington and the boy who dressed up like him for Halloween were there. There were giant screens, and they showed highlights of the season. It was really great to be a part of. There were hundreds of fans there, yelling and cheering. So much fun!

Even though the Rangers didn't win the World Series, they still won my heart!

And here's a quote from our friend Kristi Potter. "Congratulations to San Francisco on having their first heterosexual parade in decades."

Well, to a diabetic they're downright terrifying.

Oh, Lorelai, you're just so entertaining with your wit about the diabetics and caramel apples for Halloween.

This Halloween, Kara came home from BYU for the weekend. She didn't actually come for Halloween, just happened that way. She did have a very entertaining idea for a costume. She thought it'd be funny to be a runaway bride. Come on Kat, wouldn't that have just been great. She didn't actually do it. She said maybe it's too soon, but perhaps next year. I'm all for it!

Here's what I did for Halloween!



I'm awesome, I know.

Ok, don't concentrate too hard. Boys like 'em dumb, right?

Here's your Halloween present.

You're welcome.

Also? I've literally spent the last ten minutes just trying to think of a quote for a title for this post. I really need to get the show on DVDs. I'm forgetting too many quotes. I need to watch the shows again, so I'll remember more.

I need to stop thinking about this.

Oh, I can hit the sticks on those brums.

Do you ever feel the urge to write, without having anything in particular to say? That's how I feel right about now.

It's Saturday afternoon, and I've accomplished a whole lot of nothing. Mostly, I've been playing Lego Star Wars, the original trilogy, on my PS2.

It's raining outside, with lots of thunder. Allegedly there's a tornado watch, which I always find entertaining. You know my love of tornadoes. :)

The Texas Rangers are going to the World Series for the first time ever in the 50 year career, and I'm pretty stoked about that. I think the reason that I love the Rangers, aside from the fact that I've lived here all my life, is that I absolutely love Nolan Ryan. I was there at his 7th no hitter game, May 1, 1991. I was 5, just about to be 6. I had no idea what was going on, but I was there! And last summer, when he was the Grand Marshal of the Arlington 4th of July Parade, he looked right at me and waved. My nana saw it. She'll vouch for me.

Now it's starting to really come down outside. The only thing is, I can't find Charlie. Muffin's inside, but Charlie is no where to be found. We're going to have one wet kitty when this blows over. Maybe I'll go try and find here again.

The Yanks went with Mussina. They should have gone with Brown.

Last night the Texas Rangers beat the New York Yankees, 8-0. It was awesome!

But, I've come to learn that the Rangers winning or losing is all dependent upon me. I'll explain.

During the American League Division series, the Rangers played the Rays. The first two games were in Florida, and I didn't really watch the games, just checked out the scores after it was over, and we won. The next two games were here, and I watched them, or at least checked the scores pretty regularly, and we lost. The last game was back in Florida, and I didn't watch, and we won.

Now the Rangers are playing the Yankees. During the first game, I had just arrived in Utah for the weekend, and I checked the score very often. We were up 5-0 for most of the game, and then we blew it. The next day, I didn't watch the game, and we won. Last night was game three in New York, and I didn't watch, and we won.

But it's not just baseball I can't watch. I can't watch any sports. On Sunday, when I was in the airport waiting for my flight back to Texas, the Cowboys game was playing, and there was nothing better to do, so I watched. And we lost.

It's a good thing that I'm not a big sports fan, or else, not being able to watch would really suck.

Things just get stuck in my brain.

I swear I had something really awesome and funny to blog about. It was going to be great. You were gonna love it.

I now I have absolutely no recollection of what it was.

I remember where I was standing, and what book I was holding, which is not the book I bought.

I just have no idea what it was.

Maybe someday it will resurface. But I doubt it. I think it's lost, with that one piece of my soul that you killed, and whatever it was that we judged that day.

Oh, the books, I can't wait to see the books

Ok, I have nowhere near the number of books as Rory. Heck, I don't have near the number of books as Kat. But I do love to read.

I just finished reading "The Unlikey Disciple - A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University" by Kevin Roose, and let me say, it was quite the read. I enjoyed it, for the most part. I felt like parts of it were repetitive, and redundant (Lorelai: It's repetitive. Rory: And redundant. Lorelai: It's repetitive. Rory: And redundant. Lorelai: We certainly are entertaining, Mac! Rory: Indubitably, Tosh!), and I don't necessarily agree with all of his thoughts or his methods, but it was an entertaining read.

The book was written by this guy who was a student at Brown, and he decided to take a semester at Liberty. He'd gone to the Thomas Road Baptist church with his boss once who was writing a book of his own, and realized that the congregants saw that he wasn't like them, the dynamic of the conversation changed. His thoughts were, to quote from the book, "What if I spent a semester at Liberty as a student? What if, instead of speculating about Christian college life from afar, I jumped over the God Divide and tried to experience it myself?" And what came from that is this book.

I must say that a lot of the characteristics of Liberty are similar to those of BYU. I mean, you pick up the back of the book and read, "No drinking, smoking, cursing, dancing, or R-rated movies...A sophomore at Brown University, Kevin Roose wasn't used to rules like those." With the exception of dancing, that's totally BYU. In the first chapter, he's talking about how much people at Liberty pray, and then he says, "Put it this way: if prayers emitted light, you'd see us from space." Then I thought about it, and I kind of wish praying did emit light. I would love to see a picture of the U.S. from space to see the glow coming from Utah. It would be awesome.

One of my favorite parts of the book is also about prayer, but it cracked me up. Growing up Mormon, our prayers are very formal. Not like Evangelicals, and their praying all at the same time, everyone saying something different, so you can't make out all the different speakers. So, after this group prayer Roose is part of, one of his friends makes the observation that God heard all of those different prayers even in the midst of all that chaos. Then the friend says, and here's the part that cracked me up, "Man, God is a stinkin' baller!" I don't think I would have ever described God as a baller, but it was pretty entertaining.

So, I can't give away everything in the book, I'm just saying that it's definitely worth the read. Kat, if you ever wanted a semi-close look at a religious school without having to go to a religious school, seriously, read the book. No, it's definitely not Mormon, but there are many similarities. Worth the read.

By the way, when I was coming up with the title to this post, my first thought was the quote from season two, the episode where Chris comes with Sherry to Rory's debate. The episode after the basket festival where Lane gets in trouble. Anyway, she says "Do you wanna hear how I used up my five minutes of phone time today? Talking to amazon.com trying to get them to overnight it to me in a plain package with a return address referencing something Korean and religious." That occurred to me because, while this post is really "religious" it references something religious. Just thought you'd like to know the thought process. I have a weird brain.

Update on 10/10/10 - A question; now that I've recently finished reading two books, what should I start reading next? Any suggestions?

This from a woman with a Hello Kitty waffle iron.

I got rid of my second blog, which now makes this my second blog. I'm back down to two. Yay me.

And what's sadder is that I think I just spent the last half hour looking up a quote that I felt was suitable for this post's title.

That's all I came up with, although I did consider "I love my little circus freak." and "Look at all the pretty candy!"

I'm sure we'll get around to those someday. I wonder if this blog will last long enough that we'll run out of quotes. Then we'll actually have to think of our own titles. Scary.

A kid, like a goat? A kid, like a daughter, April.

I've decided that Vanessa Marano, also known as April Nardini, is stalking Lorelai, I mean, Lauren Graham. She suddenly just shows up as Luke's long unknown daughter, and I thought her character was really annoying, and now she's showing up in Lauren Graham's new show Parenthood. She's going to be the girl her son likes. (though, I'm kind of disappointed, cause I was determined her son was going to be gay. Oh well).

Watch the clip:
http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi500566297/

I don't know how I feel about this. I didn't really like her character on Gilmore Girls, and I don't think I'm going to like her here either.

Why is April stalking Lorelai? I don't get it.

Hello, boys.

You know that scene where they get back from Europe, and Rory is hugging the contents of her closet because she missed them so much?

I got two bookshelves from Craigslist today and unpacked the rest of my books, and that's how I felt.

It made me sad, having to leave my books in boxes for two months straight. They're all out now. I'm happy. I'll be even happier once I start rearranging books into the order that only makes sense to me, like I always do.

The Rubens, The Clays, The Clarksons

I recently found out that for season 10 of American Idol, I can audition in the comfort of my own home! I don't have to drive anywhere, or stand in any ridiculous line. Baruch hashem! (for those of you who don't understand, it means "Thank God" in Hebrew. If I could figure out how to actually write that in Hebrew, I would, but alas. I don't know how.)

It's really good I don't have to drive anywhere, because when I lived in Utah, and was literally, on the road to Salt Lake to audition, my transmission dropped. That can't happen this time. No car problems, or anxiously waiting in some absurd line, can deter me! "As Devo says, when a problem comes along you must whip it, as long as you whip it with a whipomatic." I got this.

My life with the Banger sisters

This morning, I glanced at our little blogger dashboard and saw that we have one follower. I gasped and went "Yaaay!" And then I thought, "I bet it's Julie."

It is. Hi Julie. Have a nice weekend. Kiss the baby for me.

There's a lake?

I do indeed get the reference. And I'm still standing by my decision not to name our cat Paul Anka. I told you we decided to name her Bagheera, right? Or did I just let Plurk tell you for me? Either way, we named her Bagheera, and we think she may actually be a better cat than Charlie. Don't tell Kara. Wait, she probably reads this, doesn't she?

Ok. So first, I have to address the Glee thing. I'm totally with you on being glad show choir wasn't like that when we were in high school. I was the single biggest choir nerd in Choraliers by my senior year. I'd have no clean clothes left. I actually think about that nearly every time they say something about how the glee kids are on the bottom of the high school food chain. I mean, neither of us was voted homecoming queen, but I much appreciate the great lack of slushies.

On a completely unrelated tangent, Juno is on right now, and I love the part where Allison Janney says that doctors are evil sadists who love to watch the lesser people scream. Almost as much as that one line in 10 Things I Hate About You that we like so much. I'm not quoting it, since I assume you already know which line I mean.

Next topic: your dream was indeed cracked out. And sorry, buddy, but I got nothing. Did you eat something weird before you went to bed? Watch weird movies? I dunno. Maybe you should start playing hockey. Maybe you'd have an undiscovered talent, and your subconscious is trying to tell you. And was The Office new last night? I missed it. I went to yoga, and then we went out to for dinner. We went to a diner. It was not like Luke's.

On yet another unrelated tangent, I set up google analytics for this blog, because I'm an obsessed blogger like that, and we have so far had eight visits to this blog. I can't help but wonder how many of them are your sisters.

The Real Paul Anka

So, the other night, I had this bizarre, cracked out dream, and I'm not sure what to make of it. Kat, maybe you can explain your thoughts on this.

In this dream, there's me, my little sister, a random woman from church, and Betty White. Yes, I said Betty White. First off, just the fact that the random woman from church and Betty White were in my dream made me wake up thinking, what kind of odd combination of people is that?

So now onto what happened in the dream. The four of us, along with a throng of others, were on a hockey team. Now, can you imagine Betty White playing hockey? It's like that random snickers commercial where there's Betty White playing football. It's just not rational.

Back to the point. It turns out, that our hockey team is actually pretty good. We're playing these big NHL teams, and beating them. Then we come to discover why we keep winning. It's because Betty White has a magic wand and is putting curses on the other teams before we go out and play, so all she has to do is touch them, and they fall to the ice in pain.

I woke up very confused. I'm not athletic, at all, so why am I suddenly having a dream about playing hockey? And seriously, why is Betty White in it? It's not like I've been watching "The Golden Girls" or anything. But somehow, there she was in my subconscious.

On a side note, last nights episode of The Office cracked me up. Creed was talking about Michael's nephew bad mouthing them on Twitter, and Jim questions Creed following the nephew on twitter, to which Creed says in an interview "Everywhere I look it's Betty White this and Betty White that. Finally a kid who's not talking about Betty White. Of course I follow him." Maybe if I'd had this dream after I'd watched The Office, Betty White would have made more sense. But since the dream happened before that episode, it is still a mystery.

P.S. If anyone, besides Kat, can explain the reference, I'll give you five bucks!

Paris, Rory . . . bedwetter

Oh innocent reader, you have no idea what you have stumbled upon. We're thrilled to have you here! Although, contrary to what my counterpart said, you might be cooler than Amy Sherman Palladino, you're definitely not cooler than Janis from the Muppets. I mean, come on, she's the only girl in Electric Mayhem! You can't top that.

Kat and I really do understand the Gilmore Girls on a much deeper level than you. We're not merely fans, it's more of an addiction, some might say akin to a sickness. But if enjoying the wit that comes from Lorelai, Rory and pals is a sickness, then I don't want to get better. And just because the show ended years ago, doesn't mean that I watch it any less. That's what DVD's are for!

So, Kat, speaking of what we now watch obsessively, you realize that if we'd gone to a high school where slushies in the face were routinely given to dorky choir kids, we would have been recipients of those many times. What, with the show choir rehersals, and prepping for solo and ensemble, all state, etc. We would have had to wear rain coats for protection.

Reader, enjoy the madness that is to come!

Rory Gilmore sex boat

Hello world! Prepare to have no idea what we’re talking about most of the time.

You have now stumbled upon the blog between myself (Kat) and my best friend (Neaves). We secretly hope that you found this blog by googling “Rory Gilmore sex boat,” and if you actually get that reference, you’re way ahead of the game. If you actually DID find us by googling that, you’re our new favorite person in the whole world. You’re even better than Amy Sherman Palladino, or Janis from the Muppets.

You should also know that this is probably the last time either of us will address you, the reader, except maybe in passing. If you're lucky.

We've been talking about starting this blog for ages. Possibly years. We have nothing important to talk about. But we're in different states, and we can't spend all our time on the phone. If nothing else, we have jobs. Plus, we'd have to stop to watch Glee. It's what we watch obsessively now, since we don't have Gilmore Girls anymore.

We're not kidding when we say we understand Gilmore Girls on a much deeper level than you. We're deeply obsessed. I'm sure we could carry on entire conversations solely in quotes, and frankly, I'm surprised we haven't actually done so yet. We play a game sometimes where one of us says a quote, and the other has to name the episode. It's a good game. Except for our friends and family, who have to listen to it.

So instead of inflicting it upon them, we'll inflict it on you, world. Enjoy.