Posted by Kerri Anne in
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lists! on Mar 17th, 2009 |
13 responses Did anyone used to read the T.V. Guide? (Maybe you still do?) I can’t remember seeing one outside of the local grocery store since I was in junior high, but I used to devour that guide whenever my grandparents were babysitting my sister and I, because they had a subscription and we didn’t. Also because my grandparents are awesome, but books in their house? Not something they had in abundance.*
One of my favorite sections of the guide was the “Cheers and Jeers” section, wherein some highfalutin critics of One Thing Or Another would give the proverbial thumbs up! or thumbs down to various television programming and miscellaneous t.v.-related et cetera.
All of that to (take a quick walk down T.V. Guide memory lane, and) say this post is sort of like that, only not written by any highfalutin critics but instead by (you guessed it!) me.
Cheers:
- Acupuncture kicking my headaches’ asses like nothing else has ever threatened to. I’ve had two! (fantastic) sessions in the past two weeks and I have one slated for next Friday. (More on the actual experience and what I think of it soon and very soon, after I brush up on my Eastern Medicine vocab so that I don’t sound like a total idiot.)
- Eating super healthy four days in a row, after which I swear I am craving more! good! food! yes, please!
- On a related aside: I could eat probably eat some semblance of seafood every day for the rest of my life and be a very happy camper while doing it. Perhaps I need to move closer to the ocean, so that one day some young lad can write a book about how I almost caught the biggest fish of my life, but by the time I got it back to the shore there was basically nothing left of my big beautiful fish, because I had trekked too far and was too greedy and prideful for my own good, you see, and isn’t that (situationally) ironic? The young lad could call it The Old Kerri And The Sea.
- My new(ish) assistant who is smart, artistic, loves The Office, and cracks jokes as much as I do. I hit the coworker jackpot and I’m loving it. (Not the way McDonald’s is “loving it,” because hi, that jingle annoys the Big Macs out of me.)
Jeers:
- Elevators. I know, right? But if you hate elevators as much as I do, you totally know what I’m talking about. I cannot stand them. I hate being in them, hate how smelly and cramped and typically too warm they are, and I hate how every time I get in one me and my elevator companions are seemingly destined to ride down every single floor until finally, two decades and my abandoned sanity later, we arrive at the bottom. Or the top, as it were. (Oh, and hi! hyperbole, but I couldn’t think of a more accurate way to describe my hatred of the large box that shuttles germy people from one floor to another while encouraging them to touch everything and cough on other people.) And taking the elevator ONE floor? Unless you are physically handicapped, I’m sorry, but I probably just gave you the stink eye.
- Elevator conversation. See above. See also: If there’s one thing I hate more than elevators it’s meaningless small talk. Being genuinely friendly to strangers? Totally awesome, and I love that sort of thing. Talking because you can’t stand to stand in silence for x number of floors, or because you feel like you have to tell me you aren’t feeling well (great!) while you’re standing there coughing, cradling a box of Kleenex in your arms? I would totally vote you off the island. You know, if Survivor rules were a standing premise of daily life.
- The one co-worker I have who I swear is Debbie Downer reincarnated. I’m still waiting for the day I say “Good morning! How are you?” and she doesn’t say something completely negative back to me. I’m not holding my breath. I am trying not to laugh every single time her response wah-wahs me. (If you have never seen that SNL skit you probably can’t picture that “wah-wah” noise, but suffice it to say (you should youtube it because) it’s mostly hilarious.)
- The creepy mannequins who appear to be Old Navy’s go-to advertising gimmick for the Spring season. Memo to Old Navy: they scare EVERYONE. And not in an “Ooh, yikes! I’m so scared I want to run out and buy a hoodie or twelve!” sort of way. More in an, “Um. Did the mannequin’s fingers just break off mid-mannequin-wedding proposal; that’s really creepy!” sort of way.
*Randomly, I called my grandmother over my lunch break to say hello and make sure she was wearing her green, and at some point in the conversation while we were joking about vacations and her inability to take them she said, “You know me, Kerri. I can’t read a book. I mean, the second I would go to sit down with one I would think of twenty things that needed dusting.” And that, in one sentence, is my grandmother. I miss her like a crazy.
** Post title is from one of my favorite movies, and yours, too: 10 Things I Hate About You.
Care to share your Cheers & Jeers?
Cheers: The word “highfalutin” (LOVE IT.)
Jeers: Elevators, but more because I hate the sensation of riding in one, and also because when I was in college and worked for the newspaper, we did a story about how all of the elevators in campus buildings were overdue for their inspections, and ever since, I always feel the need to look for the inspection notice, and lo and behold, I’d say that 93% of them are expired, due for inspection, and that just freaks me out. Now there’s an industry – elevator inspection technology (?) – that should be hiring. Word.
Also: I was JUST going to Tweet you about the title of your post. It is one of my FAVE movies, too. I especially enjoy the scene where Kat dances on the table to Hypnotize.
Cheers: An Apple martini (It’s green!)
Jeers: THE FREAKING SNOW. It’s been dumping here all day.
Dear Summer: WAKE UP ALREADY!
Cheer: Any post that references 10 Things I Hate About You. (As an aside: I will NEVER understand why the network version dubs over Heath Ledger saying “beer-flavored nipples” in the shop class scene, replacing it with “beer-flavored boobs.” I–what? Huh? How is that DIFFERENT? I NEED ANSWERS, KERRI.)
Jeer: I would very much like some pie right now, but alas, there is none to be had. PIE FAIL.
I am also enjoying some soreness these days, while shuffling around like a 90 year-old with arthritis. I am also no fan of elevators, but would, for once, consider it over going down stairs because it is just so painful right now. But alas, I have no key to the elevator at school. Also that elevator is smaller and ickier than most, so probably I would just continue cussing my way down the stairs anyway.
I also heart 10 Things I Hate About You. I’m heavy into Shakespeare’s comedies, and when you add to that Heath Ledger singing…sigh…
Oh, South. I think I sort of think I have an inkling as to how South you’re heading, and if I’m right then SWOON. Get the grilled cheese at Camellia Grill and I promise you’ll leave happy.
I was eating pretty healthily for several days in a row as well, and then I ran into my old nemesis Taco Bell. Ugh.
I definitely take the stairs when I can in order to avoid all the bad things that go along with taking the elevator…
And I’m with you on the seafood. Not sure why I’ve always lived “landlocked” when I love seafood so much.
first of all…what’s a bogey lowenstein! ah! oh, my love for you is neverending!
also? the mannequins! oh my hell! they give me nightmares.
Bless you and your 10 Things references.
I’ve been meaning to try acupuncture for months. And, um, eat healthy. And use my muscles for something other than heaving myself out of bed and toward the eggs. YOU ARE INSPIRING ME.
Cheers to that.
Yeah what’s up with the creepy Old Navy animated mannequin type things? Whose idea was that?
I’m stoked that acupuncture has been so successful for you. I’m booking an appointment for myself this week and trying to urge my husband to try it out for his chronic back troubles.
Oh, how I love you KerrBearr. And I’m totes stealing your idea (with credit, of course).
Um…I’m kinda tired and out of it, so forgive my writing my own on the fly:
Cheers: I’m loving the animal rights activism going on. I love that people have taken issues like this seriously and are pounding them on Facebook and etc. to be heard.
Jeers: The Real Housewives of ________. PLEASE STOP IT NOW. If it’s going to continue, I vote they create The Real Housewives of Detroit. Yeah, cuz they’re not going to take any of those other girls’ business. Prediction: Hos will be choked. *cough* sorry.
Acupuncture helps me in my allergies. I have hay fever ever since i was a kid.;;-