I love Sundays which is strange because I’m self-employed so it’s not like my weekends are any different from my weekdays. But Sundays just feel so deliciously random.
The new girl groups “One Kiss Can Lead To Another” boxed set in the pink hatbox is the best boxed set ever. It has the great “I’d Much Rather Be With The Girls Than Be With You” by the equally great Donna Lynn. Nadine Goodnight would go bananas for the whole set. “Yes, I’d much rather be with the girls than with boys like you.”
I dyed my hair too dark for my age and it looks incongruous with my rapidly falling face, but I like it that way. It’s got a very Johnny Cash vibe to it. I’d rather be Roseanne, but I’ll take Johnny.
Victoria’s Secret’s XLs are now 18-20 instead of 12-14. Who says we’re not making progress.
Hi. I’m Jenny Crusie and I’m a Christmas Tree Addict. There are three in the kitchen alone.
I’m having an insane urge to paint furniture, possibly because Maxine Brown is singing “Oh, No, Not My Baby,” that great hymn to love and denial. “Well, you might have had a last minute fling, but I am sure it didn’t mean a thing . . .” Poor clueless Maxine, but an excellent song to paint furniture to.
I like shopping in airports. There’s nothing else to do with my time and depending on the airport you can get some very nice stuff.
Sudoku is the only kind of puzzle I can quit in the middle of without guilt. Because when one of those suckers goes wrong, there’s no saving it.
Earl-Jean’s version of “I’m Into Something Good” is better than the Beach Boys. Blasphemy, but true.
I have never wanted diamond rings, but when my mother gave me my grandmother’s art deco wedding set, I coveted them. I handed them on to my daughter, but I’d have married somebody to get those rings.
I wish J. Jill would discover bright happy colors. I like their stuff, but the colors always make me want to kill myself.
I watch NCIS because I get to look at Mark Harmon for an hour. They could just film him walking around for an hour and I’d still watch it. Pauley Perrette and the boat in the basement are icing on the cake, but Harmon is the cake.
Bob and I went to Arizona for dinner. We flew in Friday afternoon, spoke at a sales conference dinner, and then flew home Saturday. We have to stop meeting like that. Although since he got a suite and I didn’t, he’s going to be happy for days. Possibly worth the trip for that alone.
The Four Pennies are singing, “When The Boy’s Happy, The Girl’s Happy, Too.” Or at least The Girl’s Happy when she’s dragging around somebody muttering “I got a suite” instead of “We’re all doomed.”
This afternoon, I’m cleaning off the pool table. It’s in the studio so it’s just way too handy for putting stuff on, but I want to play pool.
I bought a blue beehive-shaped teapot from Sur la Table and it makes me happy whenever I look at it. The hot tea is just a bonus.
I probably shouldn’t have shown my therapist my tattoo. I don’t think she was ready for it.
I love the three-foot statue of Betty Boop in my kitchen more than I love my stove. If I had to give up one, it wouldn’t be Betty.
Bob and I are going to be hitting over forty cities next year for conferences and book tours. They’re going to fly us to major cities and then we’re going to drive to everything nearby which is SO much better than flying everywhere except that means Bob and I are trapped in a car together.
My iTunes just blipped over to Martina McBride’s “Cry On The Shoulder Of The Road.” I must have it set on random play accidentally. Either that or it’s reading my subconscious. No, really, I LOVE driving with Bob.
The last movie I saw in a theater was “About A Boy.” I have to get out more.
I don’t get how people live without seasons. Yes, I’m freezing my butt off now (never live in the north in a house that’s all windows) but no seasons? Inconceivable.
Jen’s reading Trudy over the weekend so I’m going to get her editing notes early this next week. Bob made me take out a bunch of the “bastards,” and Meg thinks there’s too much Christmas music, but I personally think Trudy rocks.
I also think the rest of today is a Go To Hell day. I’m going to paint furniture and watch Madagascar and March of the Penguins (it’s a penguin kind of day) and make this raspberry brownie mix I’ve had in the pantry for awhile. And then I’ll probably do Charlotte’s proposal because the Girls in the Basement are saying it’s time.
Shelly Fabares is singing “Johnny Angel.” I saw her debut that song on the Donna Reed Show which means I’m old, but it also means that it has to go into Charlotte’s book because since her last name is Reed and she’s a home ec teacher, her nickname is “Donna.” Serendipity. Or iTunes reading my mind again.
Gotta love Sundays and blue teapots and Girl Group music. And my subconscious. “Cause I’d much rather be with the Girls . . .”
No, there was no message here. There’ll be an organized entry along next week some time. Today, it’s just Random Sunday.
22 thoughts on “Random Sunday”
Gotta say, you’re random Sundays sound like my random Saturdays. They don’t happen every week, usually there is homework and housework to make it purposeful instead of random. But when it’s random, it’s sublime.
I think Random Sunday should become a tradition. I love that sort of stream-of-conciousness post.
Also, totally with you on the Mark Harmon/NCIS thing.
Random Sunday for me too! I’m savoring every passing second. I’ll worry about what I’m doing with my 137 seventh graders later.
Just had to comment.
Mark Harmon OMG, yes. That man just keeps getting better and better. In fact based my hero in my Jan book on him. Loved him in Chicago Hope, really loved him West Wing and one of my fav movies is The Presidio. What he did to Meg Ryan on the bonnet of that car – mmmmmmmm.Plus, Sean Connery was also in it – another man who has aged so damn well!
Maybe we could have a whole Jenny blog spot on Mark Harmon virtues? How do we love him…let us count the ways.
Alison (from Oz, the one who has to wait til 07 to have drinkees in the bar with you and will have to sip tea in 06 with the lady instead!!)
Stream of consciousness is such a great thing. You can find out/ rediscover the darndest things! I got a good laugh out of this latest entry, as well as some music I’m going to need to check out iTunes for.
BTW, I’m glad to find others in the “I’m glad Mark Harmon is on a TV show because it makes my week complete” bandwagon. Added bonus that NCIS is one of the best shows on tv imho!
I concur with other bloggers- an entire blog (or discussion with the Cherries) of the virtues of Mark Harmon would be great.
Enjoy the rest of the randomness of your Sunday!
Earl-Jean vs THE Beach boys “I’m Into Something Good”. E-J better ? I don’t thing so…
40 cities. Need a Cherry at each of those ?
March Of The Penguins. What did you think ? I cried.
If you rented a pickup instead of a car, then you could just toss Bob in the back and not have to actually be IN the car with him.
I’m sure he’s had tougher transport than that in his day, and it will avoid the whole girl music argument that is bound to ensue over that many miles.
Oh, wait, is someone going to be driving you two around? Because if one of YOU is going to be driving, then I want video of the whole thing…
Let’s here it for an abundance of Christmas trees. I put up mine today along with the other various Christmas decorations. Quote a friend: “It looks like Santa Claus vomited all over this place.” I also started my holiday baking- let’s hear it for whole cream, butter and sugar.
There is nothing random about Mark Harmon. Especially from behind. Or when he gets that look in his eyes that make me wanna saunter in and sing a sultry Erikah Badu song. He can help me paint furniture. Nekkid. Or put up Christmas decorations. Sigh. I need less Monday Blues.
I’d like to answer the “No Season” comment. I live in the Caribbean and there are no four seasons here.
But, we do have a difference between rain/no rain. For instance, some trees lose their leaves annually so you go through a sort of autumn. Take the pye zanmann (Terminalia catappa L.) whose leaves are a bright green, then turn red/orange/yellow, fall off then grow back.
Of course, if you have the bad luck job of sweeping the yard during the falling season, you hate that tree soooo much…
My aunt, who lives in Montréal, always complains that the downside the the tropics is you never really changed clothes all year long. So you have to buy them constantly compared to seasonal clothing you can wear for years.
I really don’t care. I’ve only lived once threw the 4 seasons in Canada and I was soo confused. The dress and undressing, the layer rotations were so different.
One thing I will say about having mostly the same temperature for 12 months is that you don’t have to think before going outside, except if it’s raining!!!
ok, posted before the proofreading so please disregard the numerous errors and typos, please.
What a wonderful day, thanks for sharing it with us, in all it’s random glory.
The perfect way to start deadline week, with a healthy dose of Crusie to get me through it. Thank you ever so much for posting. Now I can go write about diapers and parenting in at least semi-bliss…
Jenny said: I love the three-foot statue of Betty Boop in my kitchen more than I love my stove. If I had to give up one, it wouldn’t be Betty.
Me: But Jenny, how can you warm up leftover pizza with a Betty Boop statue?
Fortunately, as with chocolate and sex, you don’t actually have to choose. You can have both.
Looking forward to next weeks installment of Random Sunday. 😀
Add another to the Mark Harmon fan club. Thumbs down, however, to winter. I’m strictly a tropical type, caught by the vagaries of fate in western winter…
i LOVE random Sundays…HATE manic Mondays…I too had a great Sunday, sigh, then Monday happened, can’t wait for another Crusie fix or a random Sunday (Saturday will do just as well).
Loved your Sunday, Jenny. So where do you go to get a 3ft high Betty Boop?
I live with changing seasons and wouldn’t give them up either. It makes you appreciate the beauty to be found in each. We’re -22C today and Jack Frost has had a party on our windows during the night. Gorgeous.
Have a great day!
Oh, Jenny. THIS is why I want to make out with you.
Victoria’s Secret sizing: Damn, they waited long enough.
J.Jill: Too damn right.
Beehive: I lust after it (too).
Tattoo: Details? I have three. If I ever get published, I will have four: the ISBN.
I’ve heard it said that any relationship that survives a car trip involving maps and and directions is a relationship meant for the long haul. Best wishes on these legs of your cross-country adventure.
And, thanks for sharing.
Oh, if I screw up a sudoku, I must redo it – I’ll even whip out the graphing paper and start from scratch, if necessary.
*is the biggest geek in all the land*
The Madagascar penguins are genius. GENIUS.
I’m very annoyed with NCIS this season. Bellisario’s nepotistic tendencies are bumming me out (see: McGee and that Chip guy,) and I abhor what they’ve done with Lauren Holly’s character so far. Also, the flashbacks of doom are killing me.
Still love Abby and Tony and Ziva, though.
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