A Tale as Old as Time...

I know.... 2 posts in the same day.... crazy and unheard of from me, but I just remembered that I need to talk about my double date the other night. (As in Tracie Masek and I and our sisters The Megans.)

Anywho....

We went to see "March of the Penguins" which was AWESOME and informative at the same time. I have become sort of a documentary hound after seeing "Mad Hot Ballroom" and can't wait for the upcoming "Grizzly Man" (which I thought was a comedy at first because this man is absolutely crazy was saying things that I thought were extremely comical until Tracie whispered that it was real, and then I felt insanely bad and scared for the man at the same time, because there was definitely a screw loose.)

On the way to the theater, I suggested a Masek/McCalla sing-a-long, so Little Masek popped in a Disney CD (not quite what I had in mind, but ended up being absolutely glorious.) It started off nice and energetic with The Beauty and the Beast and although Little Masek isn't too hip with the current music scene, she knows every single word, note and inflection in every song on that CD. It brought a tear to my eye.

When we sat down in the theater we stupidly decided to place ourselves between a row of 7 children and their mothers. Well, Bexley women and their children don't think that rules or common courtesy applies to them. Not only were the kids impolite little brats, but their mothers did nothing to stop their appalling behavior.... instead they added to it (ANSWERING YOUR PHONE MID MOVIE AND HAVING A CONVERSATION!) Other than the rude patrons, I did actually watch and enjoy the movie. I want a penguin so freaking bad. It's not even fair that I can't get one as a pet.

On the way home we belted out The Little Mermaid score and in my opinion there was some beautiful notes coming from that car. (Little Mermaid is my personal favorite.) It slightly reminded me of the scene in "Never Been Kissed" when Leelee Sobieski and Drew Barrymore are singing that campfire song after getting milkshakes.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

The Nati

I know I have been extra LAME and not posted in awhile, but I have been crazy busy traveling and working like a dog in this heat.

I just wanted to give a shout out to the Cincy peeps (yeah, I said peeps, get over it) for hosting such a fun weekend.

As always many cocktails were consumed, but unfortunately no dance party commenced.... we need to jump on that, literally, next time we all get together.

I think my favorite quote of the weekend was when Herb leaned over to whisper in my ear that his dance moves were "toxic"... a little B. Spears reference there Herb?

I also went to Katie Nestheide's wedding.... now Katie Koch (sounds like Cook). The ceremony was touching (I cried the entire time), the reception was pimp and band was bumpin' (I danced the entire time), and the bar was open (I was drinking the entire time.) Much love to Katie and Brandon for many years!

This weekend I am headed to Put In Bay where what happens on the island, stays on the island (and then makes it onto my blog) so more stories next week of the many scandals and we will have crowned our "Trampy No-Pants" award to the wildest girl of the group. Keep your fingers crossed that it will be me! I love crowns! My dear friend Joni is our reigning Tramp and she has to wear the crown and sash until Trampy No-Pants 2005 is declared.

Until then....

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

Wanted: A Life

Does anyone else think websites like Friendster (which I am on) or Facebook are kind of like stalking? I can't help but feel incredibly creepy and guilty for looking at profiles and photos of people that may or may not be friends of mine. Have I turned into Big Brother?

It's bad enough that I not only Google my own name, but names of my friends and even crushes' names. In case you wanted to know, my name appears on this blog, emotional toothpaste, and Everything's Coming up Masek (I am so popular). I also am a fanatic "Away Message Checker" and I check names of people that I haven't really even spoken to in years, but just can't take them off my list.

SIDEBAR: Also, a petition against drunk driving I added my name to has come around and bit me in the ass, because that site also appears on Google about 50 million times. Remember those awful chain type letter that would curse you if you broke it? Well that is basically what it was, and although drunk driving awareness is a good cause, I don't need to be reminded that I broke that promise everytime I feel like seeing if I am famous yet. In my book: Google=Fame.

Anywho... what happened to the good old days of stalking where you drove by the house of the person you liked or called and hung up? Technology has made us so lazy that we don't have to leave our homes to do some good old fashioned Tom Peeping. Hell, we can't prank call anymore, because there is caller ID, star 69, or whatever you do to trace calls these days. You can't even call more than once, even if you don't leave a voice mail. Because they will see you called 37 times, because their missed call log is full of your name. Where is the fun in that? By the way, when you did the "drive by" of your man's house, did you ever see him? Did you ever get out and ring the doorbell? Why was it so important to see that landscaping and stucco siding? WHAT WERE WE ACCOMPLISHING?

A wise woman once said (Aimee Komlos) "It's not stalking unless you get caught." And I completely agree with her. But the fun is gone my friends. After a rather pathetic afternoon of online stalking I am hanging up my ski mask and retiring my all black jumpsuit. My Big Brother days are done.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

Things I should probably be ashamed of, but I'm so not

- Reciting "Beans, Beans, the musical fruit" poem to Megan's English boyfriend Paul on both the first and last days of his trip

-For suggesting a tag team WWF match for Paul's last night in Ohio. Teams: Mom and Dad, Paul and Megan, Chooch and I. Chooch's defense: wielding the tumor like growth on his "elbow" at his opponent.

-Narrating the sex scene in "Top Gun" while watching it with my family and Paul.

-For daring my Dad to dance in front of a restaurant window then almost peeing my pants from laughing so hard when he did.

-For having at least 2 gay male crushes, and telling one of them last night


Random Wish List:

- The skills to be a ninja

-A security system that plays "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins or "The Heat is On" by Glenn Fry when someone tries to break into my house. That should either scare the intruders away because they don't want to mess with "Danger Zone" of trouble they will be facing, because if they are caught, the heat will most definitely be on. Either this, or the music will make them breakout into a dance party, in turn, making them easier to find.

- A pirate ship (but I would settle for a flag)

-and always.... as it has been on my wish list for 4 years now.... a metal spork.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours....

SHOUT OUT!

I just wanted to say hello to Kara Keplinger who, as I just found out, has been reading my blog for several months.

If there are those of you, like Kara, who read this and I don't know it, leave a comment once in awhile to let me know that I am absolutely hilarious or I suck ass. Either or... they are still comments just the same.

An extra special thank you to Tracie Masek who is the most constant comment leaver. Sadly, comments usually are the only bright thing in my mundane existence. And how sad is it that I am begging for them? Maybe I should do more with my life so I actually have something to update about... Or maybe all of my actions are so scandalous, the internet would blow up if I actually published them. It's something to think about...

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours....

Some lessons I just won't ever learn

Judging from my last post, I thought I would never drink again. Well it only took me 5 days to forget the pain and suffering I put myself through on Tuesday, and jump back on the wagon. Or fall off the wagon. (I can never remember which it is.)

We had a little get together/gathering/shindig/hootinanny/party last night here at the McCalla household. And in true McCalla fashion, we as a whole family consumed a hefty amount of alcohol. Well... maybe just my father and I. I think Mom and Megan were the smarter half of the family and decided not to do tequila shots and play endless games of flip cup.

A good time was had by all I believe... aside from the puking on Dave, Wes, and Brett's part. (All Megan's friends...)

But yet again I am on the brink of death and am trying to recover to the best of my ability.


Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you

I am not in college anymore. Some days I tend to remind myself in the worst ways.

For instance: My sister had some friends over for some beverages. I proceeded to get hammered until 5 am when I had to be at work at 9. I USED to do this almost every night back in college or in the summer between years at college.

I ended up going to work drunk then hungover. I made drunk dials that I can't even remember what I said at 10 a.m. It took me about 24 hours to recover and the thought of drinking makes me sick as I sit here and just type the words.

When did this happen? When did I become old?


Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...