My big PeeWee surprise

PeeWee's Big HolidayPeeWee’s Big Adventure is on Netflix. My husband recently put it on for the kids and and I was happy they enjoyed watching it. I’m an 80′s girl at heart. I remember when PeeWee’s ridiculous dance to “Tequila” made me smile and his trademark laugh was oddly endearing to me. I get sentimental about that neon decade of leg warmers so I like it when I can share a piece of it with my children.

Yesterday I found PeeWee’s Big Holiday was out. It’s a made-for-Netflix film to reprise the original and probably rekindle Paul Reubens’ career. I suggested that my kids watch it when they were looking for something besides Henry Danger reruns. They liked the other movie so they were excited. I was too… for a chance at some free time. I got on my laptop and half-watched the movie over my screen. It wasn’t grabbing my attention. The opening scene showed PeeWee and an alien exchanging friendship bracelets, which turns out to be a dream. But I did notice this: Paul Reubens hasn’t aged a day since the 80s so I’m guessing he sleeps in a cryogenic chamber. Or he has really good genes. Or I need the number of his plastic surgeon.

Then PeeWee goes to work at a diner and he makes someone a milkshake and then he gets on a motorcycle. I don’t know. I don’t care. But then he’s in VW Bug headed to New York City because reasons. Then three busty bank robbers, who he thinks are hitchhikers, squeeze into his small car and end up taking him to a motel room and tying him up while they decide what to do with him. Suddenly, there’s cops outside the room. The girls scramble to hide the money and one opens the door. The cops, who look suspiciously brawny even for a movie, announce that the girls are under arrest… for being too hot. They tear off their uniforms to reveal speedos underneath and I just managed to turn the movie off as a pillow fight was starting.

This movie is rated PG. No dash 13. Just PG. I literally have no idea what happens next but no. Just no. Call me a prude but PeeWee wasn’t exactly having the time of adventure I seem to remember him having. I have no idea what happened next but I wasn’t about to let my four and six year-olds watch and find out.

Epitaph Game

There’s a game happening on Tumblr where you figure out what your epitaph will say. It sounds macabre until you read the directions:

Uh oh, you just died and your family is planning what your tombstone will say. They decide to use your last outgoing text message. What’s your tombstone say?

My favorite epitaph so far: “I’m here.” That could be frightening or comforting, depending on how you look at it.

Some other gems are:

“Ok NOW I’m napping”

“Scott said I didn’t need to come in today”

“I just walked out of hospital cos it was making me worst”

“See you soon”

“Thought you’d find it funny and Kristen might too”

“So, if cats get lured away that’s why”

“Yeah, same”

“Let me know how it goes”

“I’m on my way now”

“You need to be let in?”

“Which one of us in this relationship never answers their phone?”

“Mum just finishing ironing, then we’ll be there”


“Oh dang it, see you some other time then”

“Ok :)

“Goodnight <3″

“This makes me feel even more single”

“Yes it’s painful”

“I literally just woke up”

“Call me”


What would your epitaph say? Leave it in the comments.

Casual Friday

Of all the things I missed about this blog, I think I missed Casual Friday posts the most. It’s fun links on a Friday. What’s not to love?

—  Artist attempts to create most frustrating products imaginable.

impossible cutlery

—  By now you’ve seen Happy Chewbaca Mom. Now see what her family was gifted from Kohl’s.

—  Bryan Cranston’s Super Sweet 60

—  What the World Eats for Breakfast. Yes, it’s a BuzzFeed video but I loved it.

—  Riding a Roller Coaster Blind. Would this be scarier or less scary? I can’t decide.

—  We are about the same age if you’ve seen this movie and you were jealous of Nancy McKeon.

—  20 Healthiest Foods

—  I don’t really like this haircut but this Italian barber is a true artist.

—  50 Ways Happier, Healthier and More Successful People Live on Their Own Terms

—  I want to do every one of these things in my backyard


Plot Twist

Recently, Lucas and I took the kids to Goodwill. I was hoping to find an old-fashioned cake stand and they were just along for the company. As usual, I didn’t find what I wanted and ended up buying stuff we didn’t really need. This time the unnecessary purchases were a pair of roller skates for the kids, conveniently shelved next to the used walking boots and braces to remind me of the potential painful injuries. Like I don’t worry enough already.

While we were slowly herding the kids toward the checkout counter, some lady started talking on the phone very loudly. I’m usually not one to eavesdrop on a stranger’s phone conversation but… yes I am.

Keep in mind, I wasn’t trying to overhear. But she was yelling, “What?! Naked? NAKED?!”

That caught my attention.

Then she said, “Delete it! Delete the post!”

Was she talking to someone who accidentally posted a nude photo? Not gonna lie, now I was really curious.

There was a pause that I’m assuming was filled with hysteria on the end of the line. Then: “Oh my gosh! You have to get off Facebook. You don’t know how to use it! Just click on the button on the side of the post and hit delete.”

I was totally invested in the outcome. I had to know, will she get it deleted?

After another pause the woman said, “Okay, okay. We’ll check it out. I gotta go. We’ll call you back.”

She hung up the phone, turned to her middle school-aged son beside her and exclaimed, “Well, that was a stupid emergency!”

Lady, that doesn’t sound like a stupid emergency to me. It actually sounds pretty legitimate. In fact, I can hardly think of anything more urgent than deleting an accidentally-posted naked picture of yourself from Facebook. Each passing second is a chance for someone to save a digital copy of your nude selfie and it will be out there in cyberspace FOREVER. I didn’t even know this woman and I was concerned for her.

Then this woman instructed her son, who apparently has the Facebook app on his phone, to check out this mystery person’s profile. “Is there anything there?” she asked.

“No, I don’t see anything. What is it, again? Her butt?” he asked.

Pay attention, kid. This is a Level One Emergency.

“No! She was naked. She posted a naked picture of herself!” The exasperation in the woman’s voice tells me that she has been through more than a few of the caller’s self-created crises.

“Well,” the kid says, remarkably calm, “it’s gone now. The last picture posted was from a few months ago.”

The woman told him, “I don’t feel like talking to her anymore. You call her and tell her it’s gone.”

So the kid pushes a few buttons on his phone and waits for his call to connect. He says, “Hello? Grandma?”

Wait. Grandma? Grandma!?!

And yes, I did actually have the nerve to say something. I looked boldly at this woman and said, “Wait, so that was his grandmother who posted the naked picture?”

She was unperturbed by me inserting myself into this situation. She nodded her head and rolled her eyes, as if to imply, “Old people these days. What’re you gonna do?” Then we had a short pleasant chat before I had to locate my family who had wandered off to look at more stuff we don’t need. Can you believe that? They were totally unaware this whole crisis had taken place.

Some of you might be thinking I’m awfully nosy. I disagree. I couldn’t very well blog about this without confirming that I’d understood the situation correctly. So, I was like a journalist scrupulously verifying my facts and interviewing sources so that I could accurately bring you one of the greatest plot twists I’ve ever heard.

You’re welcome.

Summer Rules

Summer RulesHudson’s last day of first grade is tomorrow. This is a page of summer rules he colored at school. Of all the things on this list, I think I’m most looking forward to sleeping in.


Josh Duggar

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I feel the sorriest for Josh Duggar’s children. Anna? She won’t leave him. She was okay with marrying him knowing he was a pedophile and she had children with him. Why would she divorce him for cheating? It’s the least of what he’s done.

P.S. He didn’t even apologize. His statement said he “deeply regret(s)” the hurt he caused and he “humbly” asks for forgiveness. But okay. Let’s “forgive” Josh and show him the exact same amount of forgiveness and compassion he has shown for those who disagree with his morals. I mean, his professed morals.

So. Dooce is quitting.

While I was living my life, this news quietly broke and I’m just now finding out about it. Man, some days you log into Facebook and WHAM!  you get hit with something you had no clue about.

 Heather Armstrong

You can read the related article here or read the announcement of her retirement on Dooce.


Hudson in a swingHudson just said, “I wish I had my own playground… or that I could take over the world!”

It’s good to have goals.

Every Tom Hanks Movie in 7 Minutes

My favorite Tom Hanks movie is Splash. No wait, it’s Money Pit. I really liked The ‘Burbs too. Classic Tom Hanks is the best. But The Green Mile was awesome too. So was Castaway even though it makes me cry when Wilson floats away. Sleepless in Seattle was great too. And You’ve Got Mail…

Alright, I can’t decide. I love Tom Hanks. If you do too then you’ll love this. Tom Hanks recreates his movies in seven minutes with The Late Late Show host, James Corden, and it’s perfection.

Happy Birthday, Micky

Happy 70th birthday, Micky Dolenz. That’s Micky without an E. He’s a Monkee, not a mouse.

Micky Dolenz
I met him in Los Angeles once before a concert with him and Davy Jones. And if you’re wondering how to meet a celebrity, it’s not as hard as you’d think. I called the venue directly to buy tickets. The girl on the phone was so sweet that I chanced to ask, “So, what hotel do the bands normally stay at?” Suddenly this girl’s voice took on a conspiratorial tone. It was like we were old friends when she whispered, “I can’t confirm anything but we usually book the bands at [name of hotel].

And that was literally all it took. Just asking the question.

So when I called to book the hotel I got to talk to another very personable lady. I said, “I know Davy and Micky are staying here. Can you tell me what room number they’re in? Or what floor they’re on?” I seriously doubted she’d tell me the room number. That could cost her her job. And she didn’t tell me the room or floor number. But she did do something totally awesome: “What I can tell you is you’re close. You’re very close to where their rooms.” I took that to mean she’d put my room on the same floor. I was right.

I arrived in L.A. from Phoenix on the day of the show several hours early. After checking in I went to my room and got ready because obviously I wasn’t going to meet Micky Dolenz or Davy Jones looking like I’d just spent the last seven hours in a car whose air conditioning had broken about halfway through the trip.

My friends decided to roam around looking for them but I didn’t want to risk it. Sooner or later they’d have to come to their rooms. So I sat in the hall just outside my hotel room, which coincidentally had a view of the elevator too. I had a pen, an old Tiger Beat magazine with the Monkees on the cover that I’d bought on eBay, and nothing but time on my hands. By the time I heard the ding! of someone exiting the elevator I was about to nod off. When I turned to look, it was Micky Dolenz dressed in all black, including his socks and shoes. He looked so adorkably handsome.

Micky was talking on his cell phone but, fortunately for me, wrapping up the call. It was obvious I was waiting for him and he slowed down as he walked past. I found it so endearingly charming that Micky waited for me to ask for his autograph rather than just assuming.

He smiled shyly and smoothed his hair before taking my pen and autographing the Tiger Beat. As soon as he walked away, I went in my room and jumped up and down on the bed.

I’m sure it wouldn’t turn out to be so easy to meet Justin Beiber or whatever teeny-bopper celebrity is currently a mega-star. But it can totally work for other celebrities. And here’s another helpful tip that I learned the hard way: if you’re staying at the same hotel as the band you’re in town to see, always eat at the hotel restaurant.

Micky, if you’re reading this please forgive me for stalking you and then blogging about I stalked you. Also, I love you.