I’ve decided to put the Princess Paisley post on What is the Meaning of Life. Part one is there. Enjoy. It is bizarre and, at the time I wrote it, I pretty much had no respect for men. That has changed a lot so I apologize for the occasional slight towards men. Please forgive me.

It was an interesting weekend for me. I am still sick. I hate being sick. I know that there aren’t many people in the world that say “Ooh, yay, I’m sick today. How exciting!” but I’m just letting you know that I am not one who deals with illness well. I whine, I tell Keem I am dying (which drives her crazy) and I am, in general, fairly annoying. I am willing to admit this to you, dear Internet, but I will not tell Keem this. That would be wrong.

Anyway, after a horrible day on Friday where I hacked up a lung or two and wanted to crawl under my desk, Keem and I went shopping (because nothing makes you feel better than wandering around Cheap-Marts for an hour or two).

Saturday, Keem and I had planned on going to not one or two but three movies. This did not happen. I still felt fairly awful and my sister wanted me to babysit that night. Which means she was desperate because I have, in all of Josh’s short life, been left alone with him once. Apparently I am not overly trustworthy. It may have something to do with the fact that I have frequently said I do not understand small children and they kind of freak me out.

Anyway, Keem and I went to see one movie instead, Bewitched. It was cute. I am not going to say that it was the best movie ever because it wasn’t but I did enjoy it. Will Ferrell was very funny (as usual) and Nicole Kidman didn’t ruin it for me. I’m not overly fond of Nicole Kidman. I’m not sure why but the only two movies that she has been in that I’ve enjoyed was Practical Magic and Bewitched. And in each of these movies, she reminded me of Meg Ryan (Don’t ask me why. But Beth agrees with this. She may have been just nodding her head rapidly to humor me because she thinks I’m crazy but that’s not the point).

Then we went grocery shopping which is ever so exciting. Road Rage Keem paid a short visit. Keem was going to pull into a parking spot and there was this guy standing in the middle of the spot, leaning into the driver’s window of a car next to the spot. Keem patiently waited for a minute while this guy continued to gab with the driver of the car. Keep in mind that this is a Saturday and it is over 100 degrees in Minnesota with humidity and crankiness abounding. There are very few spots near the grocery store.

The guy shows no sign of moving himself from the parking spot so Keem honked her horn. The guy looks at her and, I swear to you, motions to the other spots in the parking lot, as if to say, “Why do you need to park here, crazy lady? Look at all of the other spots where you can park.” Yeah, this is all well and good but these spots are nowhere near the grocery store.

Keem honks her horn again, the road rage simmering in her eyes. I am quite frightened (okay, not really). The guy finally moves, opens the door and the driver gets out of the car. Then she walks very slowly to the passenger side of the car and gets in. The guy gets into the driver side.

Okay, what? You are riding in the same car together and you had to take up two parking spots to have a conversation when you could have easily done this in the car? That is just rude.

We finally end up parking and walk into the store where I am told specifically that I may have my own cart IF I stay near Keem and do not wander off. I often think that Keem will make a very good mother because of all the practice she has had with me. I do manage to obey the directions and stay near Keem for the majority of our shopping trip. Which, honestly, I think that is more important than the fact that I wandered off once or twice. Or three or four times. But still, it’s not like she had to look for me that much.

Kari ended up not needing me to babysit so I took a nap and then it was time to go to Beth’s and scrapbook. I am still working on my scrapbooking album from Beth and my trip to Vegas in 2004. Really the only thing I have left for it is our visit to the Luxor museum and then a few casino pages but I am so bored with it and want to work on my Portugal trip. So I am just sort of slapping the pages together haphazardly and not putting a lot of style and design into them.

Beth and I had fun, however, listening to music on iTunes and having discussions regarding karaoke, Life, work and, of course, the topic turned to Gil (code for Guy I like). iTunes started playing a song I occasionally sang at karaoke, “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down. I don’t know if you know this but I like Super Heroes. So this song, which is written as though it is being sung by Superman, is a favorite of mine. Shortly after this, “83” by John Mayer began to play. It is while I am singing along with him that I realize what I am singing…”and these days, I wish I was 6 again. Oh make me a red cape. I wanna be Superman.” Great.

I look at Beth and said something about the fact that these songs are about Superman and that it’s kind of funny because I like a guy who is really into comic books. Beth laughs and says:

B: It’s a sign, Dana. Gil is the one. iTunes does not lie.

Then we giggle because yeah, we are joking and there is no sign that he is The Guy other than the fact that he’s a total Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Comic Book and Movie geek and I, for some reason, find that sexy. Probably because I’m a geek as well. Sigh.

Anyway, Sunday Beth and I went to see “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and it was fabulous. Have you seen it yet? Why not? Go! Go now! It was spectacular and I adored it and I don’t think it detracted from the original in any way and it makes me want to read the book all over again. Johnny Depp was fabulous.

We had wanted to go to the 5:15 movie but it was sold out so, after a good lunch at Jimmy John’s and dessert at Cold Stone Creamery (where I finally witnessed the horrible singing that flea blogged about (great post. If you’ve never read flea, this is the one to start)), we went to the 7 something showing. And we were not late for karaoke! We had been worried about it but no, we made it on time.

I did not drink this weekend so there was not the random saying of “Hi” or exchange of secrets that would later come back to haunt me. However, I did have a nice conversation with Barry about his hair (he is using product and is also wearing his glasses again and looks quite nice), talked to Liz about Harry Potter, enjoyed discussing the merits of “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” with Beth, Liz and James and got to say goodbye to Tom because he is leaving us to go to Texas and go to school for the military (and I know what branch it is and I can’t remember. Why is this so difficult? Air Force, I think?).

The last song of the evening was performed by James. James does not normally sing but, after much pressure by Bryan and the rest of us, he was talked into going up on stage. He started singing some song I have never heard of – “7 Nation Army.” But, during the song, he made the mistake of cursing Bryan (the word used rhymes with sucker) and so Bryan stopped the song and changed it to “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. This is a song I will not sing because it is too high for me. James, however, did a pretty good job with it. I was fairly amazed at how well he did considering he’s so stubborn about singing. At the end of his performance, the audience shouted for James to take off his pants and he did. Karaoke gone wild indeed.

All in all, it was a good night. Topped by the appearance of Gil during my singing “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak, just when I reached the chorus (I’ve included the lyrics at the bottom) with the plaintive cry of “I don’t want to fall in love with you.” This is not a sign! There is no love. There is only like. And all I have to say, “Music, stop messing with my mind.”

The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No, I don’t want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don’t want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don’t wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don’t want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]

The world was on fire and
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No I don’t wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don’t wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

Nobody loves no one

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