You know it’s going to be a funky day when you spent half the night watching the Olympics. For real, women’s gymnastics is totally the only reason to watch. That and the swimming and diving. The rest, not so much. I mean, gotta applaud the few who made it playing handball or badminton, but I’d rather watch Good Eats.
So up half the night watching USA totally rock beams and somersault their way into glory + forgetting to use moisturizer during my morning beauty regime = yucky Friday.
To help wake myself up, I listened to some crunky music. I like to get my Jesus on, Christian Gangsta rap style. I got to wondering, what exactly is crunking? Is it just me or is it jerking your body around in time to music. Anyways, sorry Joseph if you’re reading this. I know you and rap are like peanut butter and salad dressing-you totally don’t go together. But you gotta hand it to them rappers-they’ve got some MAD pronunciation skills. Me, I’m a mumbler. This is why public speaking will probably never be my forte. Folks in the audience will be whispering to each other, “Is she speaking English? Did she just say clunky?” “Umm, well she mentioned peanut butter, maybe she said chunky?” And God help me if I tell a joke, then I’ll laugh through the telling of it. No, I’m best left in a silent venue.
And now for our final item of randomness. Last night we were watching Food Detectives, a totally fascinating show debunking popular food myths. Someone used the term “heavy duty” and Addie, my four year old yells out “EWWW, he just said DOODEE!” We are SO proud.