I was speaking to a graduate from our school over the phone. His last name is Turner. Everytime I hear his last name I immediately think of Orlando Bloom’s character, Will Turner, from “Pirates of the Caribbean”. I had to check something out for the graduate, so I told him I’d call him back.
When I called him back I knew I had to call him Mr. Turner. I have called him by his first name in the past, but it was one of those things I needed to do to amuse myself. So when I called him back and he answered the phone I said “Hello Mr. Turner!”..Then we started talking. If I had really felt bold, I would’ve pronounced his name with an English accent like Ms. Swann. “Good day, Mistah Turnah.” Hehe.
I’ve often thought about how my name would change if I married this guy. The odds are very, very, very…very to infinity…slim. If I changed my last name to his, I’d be Tara Turner, almost like Tina Turner. I don’t know why I connect the two, but it happens.
We had a meeting today. A lovely, sparkly, inspirational meeting. It inspired me to doodle on note paper. While doodling, I had a flashback to fourth grade. Our social studies teacher was out sick for a week one time, so we had a substitute. The guy was, it seemed, 6’5″ in my eyes, and I remember he never smiled and his jowls hung down to his neck. He also wore thick, black-rimmed glasses. He was scary.
One day he was assigned to show us a movie of some sort..Most definitely about social studies. I needed to doodle while listening to this movie. Some other student from the class before had drawn a very intricate sketch of a futuristic car. I figured I could try my best to draw the same thing. So I dragged the photo closer to me and on my own sheet of paper began to draw. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings when I started to draw the car. I certainly didn’t notice the cranky teacher quietly creep up behind me.
Suddenly, his hand came down hard on the piece of paper I was doodling on, tore it away from my view and threw it away. I looked wide eyed across the table at my friends who were looking just as surprised, but were also grinning at me. I didn’t have the guts to look at the teacher, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye, leaning against the chalkboard with his arms folded and his head turned in my direction. He never kept me after or anything like that, but I had my scare and had hit my target heart rate for the day.
I want to thank this comedian from Indiana for giving me one of the best laughs I’ve had in a long time. Jim Gaffigan had a one-hour special on Comedy Central last night. I gave up watching “Desperate Housewives” in order to watch him since he was on at the same time. I’m so glad I did. There was nothing profound about his comedy, it was just simple, matter-of-fact, I’ve-been-there kind of stuff. I liked the special so much that I ordered it on CD this morning.
One of the things he questioned was the phrase “The Pearly Gates” used to refer to Heaven. He wondered why they had to put up gates and a fence. “Yeah, some kids were breaking in and using the pool, so we had to hire a contractor from Hell to get the gates installed.”
Twenty minutes into his special, I caught my breath and decided to call and tell my mom to watch him. It’s not very often that I burst into laughter when trying to tell my mom about something on TV, but it happened. She called me afterwards and was just as amused.
I definitely recommend checking him out.
Whoa, this was ALMOST a belated happy birthday greeting! So much for marking things on calendars! Sorry, Nick! One day around the very beginning of January I made a note on my calendar that it was your birthday today. Thing is, I made the note on my calendar at work. When I leave work, I tend to leave it behind (if possible), but apparently I left EVERYTHING about work, including calendars, out of my mind. Damnit.
Anyway, the day is not completely over! I hope you had a very Happy Birthday, Nick! Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday Dear Nicotine, Happy Birthday to Youuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
Any Seinfeld fans in the house besides myself? Here’s a link filled with quotes from different episodes of the show.
- “Health cookies? I hate those little dustboard fructose things.” Elaine, in “The Chinese Restaurant”
- “You ever notice how happy people are when they finally get a table? They feel so special because they’ve been chosen. It’s enough to make you sick.” – Elaine, getting very hungry, in “The Chinese Restaurant”
I just noticed that, in May 2006, I will have had this particular blog for a whole year. A whole stinkin year. Time to reflect. But not yet.
What new things would you like to see posted for Eclecticspaghetti’s second year? Any ideas?
Monkeys jumping rope?
Cat Photo # 10,000?
An enlarged poster of George Bush? (blergh, please no)
You’ve got a few more months to decide.