Saturday, May 29, 2010

Back to Normal...

The challenge is over.
The friendly competition banter has come to an end.
The frantic panics about whether or not I remembered to post are no more.
I am back to normal.

The domination of blog talk during meals is behind me.
The random comments about being followed by random people has stopped - (you can keep that up).
The constant reminder that I live a life of dreams (if i really let go theme) is a thing of the past.
I am back to normal.

Unlike some of my fellow competitors that are glad it's over, I am very sad. I was last year and I am sure I will be every year that we do it unless I become famous and I'm blowing this camp. No more bloging for me. Ok, maybe a little. I enjoyed the pressure to do something that I enjoy and something that keeps me connected to great people... Although I'm not quite sure about everyone.

The voting surveys are completed and will be sent to all tomorrow. One for the participants and one for the readers. The overall winner will get dinner and all category winners will get a cool litte cyber award to post on their blogs if they would like to do so. I will also post all winners for this year and last year on the Blog Challenge page (menu bar). Give it a week or so before you look for that though.

~Reel Moments~

Freedom Writers

Miep Gies: No, no, no young man. I am not a hero. No. I did what I had to do. I did it because it was the right thing to do.

Friday, May 28, 2010

The last of false dreams...

If I really let go, the sh!t would hit the fan or at least that is what my writing has been confessing for the past month.

I didn't know how the month would play out when I started writing. It did however seem to get easier as the days went on to come up with something that could make the sh!t hit the fan.
There are some post that are still in draft mode for one reason or another, but ultimately I'm sure I could talk about what I could do forever. I started to wonder more and more how helpful that was for me though. I am a total believer in dreaming, but when is enough enough? How long should you dream before an action takes place? How long should you dream if you know deep down you are never going to do those things that you are dreaming about?

As I looked back through my May posts, the common theme seemed to be going for the gusto. Going for the gusto may lead you to different people, locations, emotions, and activities, but the foundation of the letting go concept is doing it no matter what.

I think it gets interesting when you add the who, what, when, why, and where... particularly thw why.

Why do people really let go? Are they missing something? Hiding from something? Trying to create or recreate something? Trying to be something? I'm sure this list could get so much longer, but I wonder though how much of what you do when you let go is a loud cry to find yourself... or maybe the opposite. How much of it is a way to lose yourself. Definitely something to think about because we have all said I'm going to do something new or exciting or out of the box or for me at one point or another. Isn't that just like saying I'm going to let go or maybe a more accurste statemnt is... it doesn't matter what is going because I need or at least think I need to do this?

I realize now, some of which I knew before, that the idea of really letting go for me was my way to get back some things that I believe i've lost over the years. Being creative, my spontaneous nature, and freedom from society to name a few.

I do realize that if I really let go, I risk really losing myself while I'm out there looking for whatever.

Hmmm... Catch 22.

Since I'm not letting go... I will continue to be me... I will continue to dream...

However, I will not continue to have false dreams. Those dreams that you know will never come true. Not because it is impossible, but because their not yours.

~Reel Moments~

The Devil Wears Prada

Andrea: But what if this this isn't what I want? I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?
Miranda: Oh, don't be ridiculous, Andrea... Everyone wants this. Everyone wants to live like us.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

It's International

China, Barbados, Wisconsin, New York, Mississippi, California, Florida, India, Chicago, and a million other locations in this theater... And all to see a movie about life, love, choices, friends, and authenticity.

I thought the bingo hall brought a whole mixture of different people, but Sex and the City 2 really brought people out of the woodworks (my family says that... I think I know what it means).

I'm not sure how people felt when they left (naybe some), but I know they walked into the movir with their biggest smiles and loving life. This is the only movie I have ever been to where people took pictures and wore their best getup without being on a date. It was a wonderful experience to be around such life.

I think we forget that we should be living. We pretend or settle or use someone elses rules. Occasionally, a little bit of us will seep out but we spend a lot of time doing what pleases others. Is that the way life is supposed to be. I think not.

Make your own rules! Who cares what other people are doing... Just don't go to jail for it.

~Reel Moments~

Quote from Sex and the City 2 to come. I need to see it again before I can choose a quote I reaaly like.

To Stalk or Not...

If I really let go, I would become a really live stalker of some famous people, and then the sh!t would hit the fan because yet again I would be put in jail.

There are quite a few reasons why I would do this. The reason would definitely depend on the person. I write this today because I heart (yes, i said i heart ) all things Sex and the City and the second movie came out last night. Everything about the show and movies are stalker worthy. Actresses, actors, wardrobe, locations, jobs, personal lives, etc.

I didn't find out about the series until it was off the air. I have all the episodes, although i need to replace a few, thanks to a grad I worked with in grad school. Anyway, I love it. I was STOKED when the first movie came out. I saw it in the theater 3 times and bought it first day it came out. I plan to do the same thing with # 2.

Maybe, I will post a list of other people I would stalk in the near future.

~Reel Moments~

Sex and the City

Carrie: Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up

Stalk cont'd

The quote above is from one of the funniest episodes of SITC to me. Carrie passes gas for the first time in front of Big and she completely freaks out while he completely looses it. She was rolling around under the covers and was completely mortified. She got dressed and left his house with the quickness. Days later, he slips a whoopee cushion in her seat.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Last Call... No, not for alcohol.

Tonight turned out to be very informative. I walked into this drab white building (I thinks it's white) expecting about 30 people including us and a slow speaking caller. There were about 100 people there and the caller was slow during all games except speed, which makes since.

BTDub, playing bingo is not like riding a bike. I played bingo at some point in undergrad. Not religiously, but a couple times. I knew what to stamp, which sheet to use, and when to call. I was totally lost at the beginning of the night. I Walked in past all the rows of table to talk to the Head Woman In Charge. I inform her it's my first time. She says buy this (points at a paper clipped stacks of boards) and you also get a free dabber. I paid her. She was done with me, so I went to my seat.

First sound starts, I mark an entire line and call bingo along with 2 others. HWIC comes over to call out my code and caller man says not a good bingo. GREAT! Now the whole room knows i'm a first timer. Friend shows up. I send him to do what I did with the HWIC. This older lady comes back to ask if I wanted to sit by her, but she only had 1 seat available. The lady in front of me, which I later found out holds the name Kim, said she would help us out...otherwise known as... I'll make sure these idiots don't call fake bingo anymore. Kim was great. She told us which sheet to use and how to win before each game. We got the hang of it as the night progressed.

At some point, I looked around at the eclectic group of peopleband was kind of in awe. Women, men, young, old, alone, in pairs/groups, intense looking, scared looking, releaxed looking, prepared (tip cup, snacks, wet wipes, bingo bag with 12 dabbers, and multiple sheets per game), unprepared (1 dabber and 1 sheet), and people like me (smiling, looking around, asking questions, talking to friends, texting, and drinking a diet coke. It's amazing how 1 thing can bring so many different people together.

The organization putting this on also had their crap together. Snack stand, hot food, drink station, pull tabs (kinda like scratch offs, but not), people working the floor to sell extra sheets, and free popcorn. The ball caller was jacking up stuff every now and then like forgetting to call the wild number. He said it had been a while since he did late night (7-9), but overall they were on it.

Winning is fairly simple... well, if you know the rules of the game. Each game requires you to get a predetermined pattern (Big Y, 4 corners, straight line, Crazy T, coverall, etc. You get it, yell bingo, HWIC or HMIC comes over and calls out your sheet code, ball caller say that's a good bingo or that's not a good bingo (statement may differ depending on location). You split the prize for that game if multiple people get bingo.

I won 2 games by myself sending me home with a whopping 100 smackers. I spent $20 to play though.

I was a liitle anxious as we apprached the last ball call. I wanted to win the jackpot... $200. Some girl yelled as I dabbed a number leaving me with 2 left. CRAP #^&%. Maybe next time.

Yes. There will be a next time. I had fun.

I will be prepared next time though.
1. Arrive early - they have early bird bingo too.
2. Bring my supplies (bingo bag with the works -see above)
3. Set up my station before game play.
4. Release bladder before gameplay.
5. bring snacks
6. Peer pressure more friends into going.

I kept my game boards and plan to put pictures of them up as soon as I buy my camera.

Last thing.

If I really let go, I would play bingo every week, and the sh!t would hit the fan because $12.50 + adds up and the money is going to eventually run out. If only I could guarantee at least 1 win a week.

O 70, B 12, N 30

Tonight, I am venturing to new territory... Elks Lodge. I drvie past this place at least 10 times a week (prob more) and I always look at the sign that says Bingo Wed 5 & 7. Now, It should come as no surprise that I would want to go play Bingo. Yes, it is not a typical activity for people my age to do. However, I love games (video, board, single player, casino, etc)and I have been wanting to go there for at least a year now. I finally brought it up to some people and surprise surprise, I got ridiculous looks. There were 2 people that said they might be interested. I am pretty good with peer pressure -giving, not receiving- and so I went to work bringing it up whenever I could, talking about gambling in general, or how we needed to venture out and enjoy Tally. Well, by golly, we are going to play bingo tonight at 7. I need to get going or I'm going to miss the first ball.

I'm really really excited even though I know there are going to be a million or maybe just 5 elderly people completely focused and paying attention to nothing except those numbers on the sheet. I will be grateful to have 2 sidekicks to move the night along.

I am completely looking forward to bringing home the big bucks. In case you were wondering.. the running price of a night out on the town is $12.50 (ok, maybe a night inside and not on the town, but that is how much it cost). Crap, I haven't been to the ATM yet.

I have more to say, but I gotta run.

Sorry about slacking on the movie quotes lately but I have been blogging under pressure. I will hopefully start to blog under normal circumstances in the coming days.

BINGO!!!!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

To Change the Clocks or Not...

If I really let go, I would find a way to change all the clocks in the world in order for my friends to hang out longer, and then the sh!t would hit the fan because the whole world or at least my circle of world would be out of wack.

As the night ticked tocked away, the yawns began and I knew it was approaching departure time... And for what? To go home and watch tv, make some last minute calls, or pass out. If the clock said something other than it is late, get your butt home... People would stay out longer. Instead, we listen to the ticks and tocks by saying our goodnights and moving our butts on home.

But while you are home putting on jammies (or not if you sleep in your B-day suit)... you are missing out on some good content. Things like random screaming about needing fries, jazz on the intercom system, random guys making air phones calls and pointing at you, and tons and tons of laughter with friends. It really can't get better than that.

Ok, maybe I just have a lot of time on my hands and want to hang out with people I like until the sun comes up.

Tonight, mission accomplished!

Monday, May 24, 2010

To Send Hate Mail or Not...

If I really let go, I would send hate mail to 4 people, and then the sh!t would hit the fan because sending hate mail usually gets you put in prison.

Here is a first draft of the letter I would send.

Dear people that I am writing hate mail to,

What the crap were you thinking when you did this? Were you thinking I hate the human race and I want them to suffer. You knew we would see it, didn't you. Pefect plan, but I bet you didn't know this was coming. Yes, we knew it would be outrageous when we decided to do it, but really... What the sh!t was this? You made me feel things that I should not feel, and I think I hate you for it. That's right... strong words for strong actions.

Also, no one has the right to waste my time or make me listen to people call mouths vagina's. I mean what do you take me for? A useless pervert or something? BTDub, there was almost no reality to it and I had to work so hard to stay focused. You mocked pieces of life that mean something to people and it wasn't even all funny. You should feel dirtier than the dirt under the deepest layer of dirt. Your parents and friends should disown you. Beware if you ever do anything like this again... Your life will become you know what. I can promise you won't be happy.

Watch your next move,
Bamboozled


Since I'm not letting go, I will not send hate mail to Shawn (Dircetor), Josh (writer) Tina, and Steve for making Date Night. Instead, I will wait to watch their movies at the dollar movie...Well, the $3.75 theater that used to be the dollar movie...

~Reel Moments~

Might as well...

Date Night

Phil: Zip your vagina
Claire: oh, no... When he says vagina, he means your mouth.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

To Watch or Not...

This isn't really a sh!t hitting the fan post, although I have found out that really anything can make something hit the fan even if it isn't sh!t. Anyway, as I was watching Cashmere Mafia today on Netflix, I was thinking about all the reality tv that I watch and how it connects me to other people.

First off, I'm not really sure why I watch it or like it, but there is something about it that just keeps me coming back season after season. I don't watch all the trash that comes on, but I do have a special interest in contest reality (BB, ANTM, AR, SYTYCD) versus watch my every move reality (Brandy and Ray J, Keyshia Cole, The City) or dating reality (Brett Michaels, Flavor Flav)...although sometimes i get caught up by watching a commercial or hearing people talk about a show. That's how I fell into The Hills and The Bachelor... although, I'm not a huge fan of The Bachelorette.

Back to the point...This afternoon, I sat with 7 women and the conversation very naturally shifted to reality tv after we finished discussing the book of the month. We talked about these people as if we knew them. So many emotions and opinions came up while we talked... Disgust, happiness, betrayal, uncertainty, and loyalty among others.

My question, or maybe a better word is confusion, is why do we care? What wires us to spend so much (or maybe so little) time discussing people we don't know? Are we... envious? Bored with our lives? Looking for a little spice? looking to judge others? being entertained? confused?

I have said on multiple occasions that I really like the work of certain performers, but that I don't care about their personal lives. We have no idea what is true or not true about celebrities, and I think it is maybe a bit outrageous to wager that so-and-so is a great person because they have portrayed themselves well in public. But then, I think about reality stars (non celebrities) or reality show host and how connected I feel to some of them at the end of a season. I am totally approving or disapproving of their behavior based on how they present themselves in the media. If anything, I should trust them less because they are trying to create a reputation whereas celebrities are trying to protect theirs. Although that mey be an argument to do the opposite. I always want to believe that people are being genuine, but as soon as the show ends, someone is involved in some type of scandal.

I will say that regardless of the real reason people continue to watch trash tv, reality tv has aided in creating some friendships. I think about conversations that start out about a particular show and end up about hobbies and interests. Or how reality show viewing parties make strangers friends. You know, it is amazing how much tv impacts our lives and relationships. I for one am glad that it exist even though I could waste a good 40 hours a week watching reality tv.