It’s a PD day. It’s 9:09. I have had approximately nine cups of coffee. In related news, this post will be in point form.
COPA Cabana
As many (most?) of you know, I work at Yummy Mummy Club, or YMC, both as a writer and a twitter-er. Imagine my excitement when, at the Canadian Online Publishing Awards, YMC won GOLD for Best Use of Social Media! Look:
So that was pretty happy news. YMC also won gold and silver for two online campaigns: Dove Beautiful You, and Elmer’s Freestyle, along with gold for Independent Publisher of the Year. I think I will crack a bottle of amarone tonight, to celebrate!
Holiday Music
Sirius radio has a fabulous holiday channel, called Holly, and I haven’t stopped listening to it since I discovered it. It has everything from Harry Connick, Jr. to Barry Manilow; in other words, it is my dream holiday channel. In the past twenty-four hours, I have heard no fewer than five different renditions of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” which is my favourite Christmas song EVER. Except, maybe, the terribly politically-incorrect Baby It’s Cold Outside.
Spectre
Until very recently, I had never seen a James Bond movie in my life. When one is completely outnumbered, one watches the movies that everyone else wants to watch, and so we’ve been watching the most recent James Bond movies for our Friday Family Movie Nights. I normally fall asleep at some point in the movie, because explosions and whatnot bore me. What doesn’t bore me, however, is a shirtless Daniel Craig.
After we’d watched three Daniel Craig movies, we were ready for the newest: Spectre. My husband was very excited and he booked seats for the opening weekend. We all went and were kind of underwhelmed. For one thing, it was at least thirty minutes too long. For another, he was completely clothed for the whole movie. THE WHOLE MOVIE. Why am I here? I kept thinking to myself. This isn’t interesting at all.
It reminded me of when the boys made me go see Avengers: Age of Ultron. Not only was it a terrible, terrible movie, but it was tragically low on the shirtless men factor. All that talent, and the only guy who takes his shirt off is Bruce Banner? WHAT KIND OF MOVIE IS THIS?
Action movie makers, take note: if you want the “mom vote,” maybe throw us a little bone, here? Does Chris Evans need to chop wood with a t-shirt on? No, he does not. He is Captain Freaking America, and he can chop wood with no shirt on, thank you very much.
Greek Mythology
Mark has been obsessed with Greek mythology for the past while, and I used to be PRETTY knowledgeable in that area myself. However, the student has far surpassed the teacher, and now every single day he asks me questions that are unanswerable. For example, who is my favourite demigod? Do I know which animal/ plant symbolizes which Greek god? If I could have any power bestowed upon me by any god, which would it be and why? It makes for interesting dinner table conversation, sort of. Jake mentioned that he would like to never die, to which Mark responded, “Immortality is not always a great thing, Jake.” Then he went into this depressing spiel about it, and how sometimes it’s just better to die, which reminded me of this terrible biography my husband watched about Kurt Cobain. Good lord, what a mess. I felt like this conversation warranted a drink if it were to continue, but thankfully the subject veered into the following debate: Was Persephone happy to be in the Underworld? Discuss.
I am the Walrus
Jake has been walking around saying “I am the Eggman” and laughing. “Eggman! Who would want to be an eggman?” Mark asked if it was true that The Beatles had a song called I am the Walrus, and that, my friends, I could answer. This spurred a long discussion about a) why anyone would want to be a walrus, b) what exactly is an eggman, c) why were The Beatles so popular when they are obviously so lame?
I told the boys that their music was the first of its kind, and very innovative. I explained how, way back in the 1950s, Elvis Presley was considered scandalous because he danced too sexily. The boys looked at me in silent disbelief and dropped the subject.
“What?” I asked. “Elvis was considered VERY sexy, back then.”
“Mom, please stop saying Elvis and sexy in the same sentence.”
Everything’s Coming Up Milhouse
The term “growing boys” has taken on new meaning, as they have both grown almost an INCH since September. I looked at Mark in his nearly brand-new karate gi yesterday and thought he looked like he was ready for The Flood.
Happy Friday, everyone! Have a great weekend. xo
I 100% endorse your view of Age of Ultron – and please remember, I LOVE comic books movies and am a huge dork, so I’m predisposed to be forgiving of things like plot holes and silliness. I mean, for crying out loud, there was a four-minute shirtless wet Chris Hemsworth in a pool scene that was CUT FROM THE MOVIE. No. No. You cannot do this.
Just you wait for the early male adolescent growth spurt. Noah’s grown at least SIX inches in the past two years. But he likes the Beatles, so there’s that.
“Does Chris Evans need to chop wood with a t-shirt on? No, he does not.” WORD to this.
Congrats on the award!
I haven’t seen Spectre or Age of Ultron, but I have it on good authority that both were mediocre and now that I know there is no shirtless Daniel Craig or Chris Hemsworth in the mix I am happy to bow to that authority.
Angus got really interested in Greek mythology for a while too – did his speech on it, went as Hercules for Halloween, all thanks to Percy Jackson. Then all the other stuff fell by the wayside to the almighty god baseball, but hey, now he’s chopping onions and baking bread, so it’s not all bad.
You are a Twitter Manager ROCK STAR. So proud and happy for you.