Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Can you Smell it?

Tomorrow morning I go away for five days of sweltering fun in Northeast PA.  Mom-in-law’s turning 60 and we’re going to be there to cheer her on.  The chadwicks know only too well how to enjoy a festive occasion so I’m looking forward to the party.  Also, we’re sleeping at Sister Heather’s place 40 minutes out in the woods, and not at party central (the parents’ house) - so I might actually get some sleep at some point.  But that’s not why I’m going.  I’m going to party.  Sleep, as the Chadwicks are fond of reminding me, is for the weak. 

I’ll ask my roomies here at Lunanina if they want to keep the ‘hut hopping while I’m away, but in the meantime let me leave you with this:

I didn’t know much about the life of Duane Johnson, aka “The Rock,” before I got suckered into watching the recent episode of “Driven” which featured his life story, which was on over the weekend while I was boiling down a carcass from a roasted chicken.  “Driven” is a show that picks someone famous and shows how damn hard he or she worked to achieve popular acclaim.  I was impressed with how Duane had worked to get where he eventually got, how diligent and dedicated to his goals he’d been.  I had to keep running in to the kitchen to stir my simmering tureen of chicken bones and onions, but the show kept me coming back out to the living room to learn more. 

One area of particular interest to me was the catchphrases for which Mr. Johnson was apparently very famous.  I hadn’t heard of most of them and I find them very useful.  Thus, as I trotted back into the kitchen and saw that my chicken carcass had boiled down to a rich base for soups and sauces, filling the house with savory aromas, I was able to leap up onto the stovetop, ripping off my shirt and flexing everything I’ve got, bellowing out to Kelly in the living room, “Can you smell how the stock is cooking?”

have fun in PA! say hi to everyone for me!!

re: duane johnson.  dude, i have no idea what - or who - you are talking about.

(i know, that should be “whom”...all right already.)

i know who you’re talking about; mr. scorpion king himself.  of course he worked hard...you can’t learn to cock one eyebrow like that with no effort.

but i will always hate “Driven” for convincing my husband that Christina Aguilera is not, in fact, a skanky ho, but a misunderstood sweet girl who was just given a hard time in high school.

Of course they know how to party!  What else is there to do in northeastern PA? (said the girl whose parents both hail from that lovely coal-mining region)

I saw The Rock in LAX one time. Well, actually, my high school friend who relocated to LA spotted him and pointed him out to me. She had to tell me who he was, and this was around the time of the Mummy Returns’ release. I might have been impressed if I wasn’t getting ready to hop the redeye back to Ohio.

Stop by—we’re just down the road a piece.

LMAO about good old Duane.

Man, I saw that joke coming from nine miles down the road, around a corner and over a hill and I still laughed at it.

i can’t write anything lucid.  i am dying here laughing.  still.