Posted by Merri Hiatt on October 19, 2011 at 8:20 PM
At least that's the saying, so here goes. I'm addicted to Seinfeld reruns. There, I said it.
When the show was in its heyday, I tried watching the sitcom, but didn't find it funny in the least. Why would anyone watch a show about nothing?
Well, a couple years ago I stumbled across the episode titled "The Contest." I about died laughing through that episode. I started to understand why George, Elaine, Jerry and Kramer kept so many people entertained.
Now, a night doesn't go by that I'm not glued to the t.v. from 10-11pm watching reruns. I've seen every episode, multiple times, yet still can't seem to hit the off button on the remote.
From Elaine's hideous dancing to George's neurosis, Kramer's Kavorka to Jerry's tip calculator ("It does other things!"), I see bits and pieces of myself in the characters. Yes, even in the shallowness (maybe especially in the shallowness).
It's good fun.
So, don't bother calling between ten and eleven o'clock in the evening, you'll just get my voice mail. I'm watching Seinfeld, and I couldn't be happier.
Here's a link to Seinfeld episode quotes. I dare you to click on just one!
Posted by Merri Hiatt on October 11, 2011 at 5:45 PM
My apartment complex managers decided to help save our resources by installing new items in our apartments last week. Most of them have been great. Love the digital heater display with temperature, the water faucet doohickey that I can flip on and off to stop the stream of water quickly, and the energy saving light bulbs.
The one installment I am having an issue with is the low-flow shower head.
The first time I used this device, my hair was plastered to my head all day. Where was the bounce? The curl? The shine? Gone, gone, gone.
I tried using styling products (something I usually don't do), and that was a fiasco all its own. The hairdryer will work, right? It just made my hair poof up like a pomeranian.
I stil can't figure out how a low-flow shower head can pulse water toward my body at lightning speed.
My shower used to be a lovely, gentle way to become fully awake and start the day. It has morphed into a form of medieval torture, ending with hair that actually looks like something from the Middle Ages.
I did finally find a way to give my hair some height and bounce by hanging my head down and running my fingers through it. At least it doesn't stick to my head any more.
I'm all for saving resources, but does it really have to be at the expense of a good hairdo?
Posted by Merri Hiatt on October 9, 2011 at 7:10 PM
My local McDonald's is undergoing a remodel; adding two ordering areas and getting a facelift. It's been fun watching it change over the last several weeks.
What hasn't been fun is pulling up and finding the drive-through closed. I need my morning hit of Diet Coke and I'm telling you, the best Diet Coke is from McDonald's, hands down.
Lucky for me, there is another McDonald's a few miles up the road, so I was still able to get my hit of Diet Coke before heading to work.
A few days ago, my local McDonald's was closed, so off to the other McDonald's I went. As I was waiting in the drive-through, a woman approached my car. I rolled down my window and she said, "Your back tire is flat." I had no idea! Usually you can feel and hear when a tire is flat.
Since I was already at the speaker and there were two cars behind me, I went ahead and purchased my Diet Coke and then pulled into a parking spot. I checked my tire and sure enough, it was almost flat.
A quick call to AAA (thank you, dad, for encouraging me to always make sure I kept that yearly bill paid), had a tow truck rolling up within forty-five minutes.
After a conversation with the tow truck driver, we decided to simply put air in the tire and I'd drive directly to my local tire shop, which was only about a five minute drive away.
Once at the tire shop (Les Schwab, you rock!), I found out that not only was my back tire flat, my front tire was really low on air. When all was said and done, I had a screw in one tire and a nail in the other.
I could have gotten the nail and screw in my tire anywhere, but I thought back to where I had been driving lately where there was any kind of construction going on. Cue the lightbulb flashing over my head -- McDonald's.
My Diet Coke addiction was what had me heading to McDonald's every day, even during the construction.
Curse you, Diet Coke!
Posted by Merri Hiatt on October 1, 2011 at 7:15 PM
Remember Schoolhouse Rock? Interplanet Janet (she’s a galaxy girl), getting adverbs at Lolly’s, and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla were only a few of my favorites.
I just knew when the lucky number seven rabbit stepped from the mid-air steel beam, he would be a goner (not to worry, he’s Lucky Seven Sampson for a reason).
These educational and fun songs are engrained in my brain. When someone makes a comment about bills and laws, the cartoon for I’m Just a Bill starts playing in my mind’s eye.
I often think we’re missing this foundation today. Sure, we needed more than Schoolhouse Rock on a Saturday morning between Scooby Doo and Captain Caveman, but it was a learning tool that really stuck with me, and with my friends. The information slid right into our psyche and lodged itself firmly forevermore.
Even when we weren’t aware of it, we were learning. Isn’t that one of the best ways to educate? It’s not even painful!
Luckily, the internet is a marvelous thing and you can find Schoolhouse Rock videos on YouTube (what can’t you find on YouTube?).
I would be remiss if I didn’t give you a link to the educational goodness. Here’s a link to a page that contains all Schoolhouse Rock titles and song lyrics, along with links to the videos on YouTube.
Excuse me, I have a date with YouTube and Mother Necessity (where would we be?).