Dance

I had a weird theme today, finding these videos related to dancing.

This just made me smile.  14 months, 42 countries, hundreds of dancers:

Evolution of Wedding Dance:

Well, this is more song than dance, but it is the Best Wedding Toast ever.  You may want to fast forward to 1:48.  I can’t read the signs, either.

Virtual Disney Tour

Hi Family. Now you can tour DisneyWorld from your computer using Google Earth. Check it out. It’s a pretty cool setup, although not exactly Pixar quality. But since we’re Disney nuts, we can envision the higher quality images in our minds.

You have to see this

It’s weird.  It’s gross.  It’s amazing.  It’s awesome.  It’s just hard to describe and you need to see this for yourself.  But I have come to the conclusion that artists are just people with way too much time on their hands.

Holiday Eating Tips

This is going around email these days and was forwarded to me by my mother, but it cracked me up being so diet conscience these days.  So if you haven’t read this yet, enjoy!

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they’re serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single- malt scotch, it’s rare. In fact, it’s even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can’t find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy.  Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention.

Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by: “Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”

That’s Just Weird

My armpits hurt.

I have no idea how this happened, but they are in pain.  My right pit more than my left one.  I asked Dr. Sara about it.  She took a look and said that I had rashes in each pit.  Bugger.

How’d that happen?  Allergic reaction to my deodorant?  I’ve been using the same kind for months.  Allergic reaction to the petting zoo that is Lindsey’s house?  Possibly, but strange that it would be localized to my armpits.  As far as I know, I didn’t pick the cat up and rub my pits with it.  I’m not known to sleepwalk.

Yes, I do wash thoroughly.  So don’t go there.

Whatever the cause, it really hurts.  I asked Dr. Sara what to do.  She suggested some cream, but when I asked where it was, I was told we don’t own any.  So my mind went to work.  Let’s see, we have plenty of stuff to help diaper rash on babies, why wouldn’t that help adults with pit-rash?

So, I smeared Desetin on my pits.

For the whole night I reeked like a freshly diapered baby butt.  Which I suppose is better than a dirty diaper baby butt, but not quite as nice as a freshly bathed baby butt.

I feel a little better this morning, but no where near 100%.  I’m going to have to do another dose tonight.  I did restrain from substituting my regular deodorant for Desetin out of respect for those in the cubes around me.  Sara just goes in the other room, my cube-mates would be trapped.

The Haircut

It all started when Todd made a comment here that he should cut my hair. When Sara read that, she suggested I give it a try. I thought, sure, why not. It’d be fun. What’s the worst that could happen? Shave it all off and it’ll grow back in a few weeks.

So, we decided to try it last night. We had our draft for our fantasy football league, so I was going to be in the neighborhood of my old office. But being that I live 30 minutes East of there and Todd lives 45 minutes West of there, we asked our friends Emily and Charissa if we could use their place as our hair salon since it’s right in the middle. We took Charissa’s offer to make cookies as a yes.

After the draft, Todd and I stopped to eat at a favorite BBQ spot: Salt Creek. We got to their place at about 7:30, but because Emily is moving this week and had friends help that evening, they were all just sitting down to dinner when we arrived. We thought it might be rude to have hair clippings flying through the air while they ate, so Todd and I opted to sit off to the side and provide running commentary of their eating styles instead.

Once we all had our fill of cookies, the cutting began. The first thing everyone says to me when they look at my hair is it doesn’t need to be cut. Sure it may look fine, but it really starts to drive me crazy after a few weeks. I prefer to have the back and sides shaved with the lowest razor guard – the number 1. Unfortunately, Todd does not have a number 1 guard with his razor kit. The smallest he has is a number 3. So the running commentary all night long during the haircut was that not much was taken off, so why did we do it at all?

If a number 1 had been used, the difference would have been more dramatic. Also, we started with a large number when doing the top of my head and gradually used lower and lower numbers, so only a little bit was ever taken off at a time on the top, too. All in all, I think it really disappointed those who were watching, but I actually got a nice haircut. It’s not as short as I normally like it, but since I’m going up to Michigan to see family (particularly my mom, who hates it when my hair is short), this is perfect.

Even new roommate Andrea got into the act. Mainly because Todd was afraid to do the final trim work without a guard. Here are the videos:

The funniest thing to me was how Andrea kept saying how random she thought this whole event was. That two guys came over for a haircut that neither of us needed. Now this is the first time we met Andrea, but I have to say, for us, this isn’t random. This is normal for this group. We used to tailgate breakfast in the parking lot before work. We’ve pulled multiple pranks for many birthdays. Todd and I nearly drove to Milwaukee to watch two baseball teams that neither of us root for. Nah, this was mundane. Really, it was just an excuse to hang out together since we haven’t done that much over this very busy summer.

Thanks for the haircut Todd.  And thanks for letting us hang out Emily and Chairssa.