Star Trek

I have discovered the joys of watching Star Trek in the past couple of years.  It all began because Joe wanted me to watch the new Star Trek movie released a few years ago.  He said to understand the references and how good it was, I had to see the original series.  We watched several episodes  and all of the movies released during the run of the first series.  And I was hooked.

I think some where along the line my mom tried to get me into the shows when they were on tv.  I thought they were just wierd and boring.  The appeal was lost on me.  But now I have Joe to point out details to me and to laugh at the ridiculousness of the show.  When we started watching, he would laugh hysterically about things I never even thought of as humorous.  I began to see it his way, and began to laugh too.  Joe has taught me to laugh about a lot of things that I did not see as funny before I met him.  My sense of humor has changed because of him.  Not really changed, but grown.

Now I've begun the next series - Star Trek: Next Generation.  I've watched the first two episodes.  Joe hates Wesley and so does the Captain.  I cannot have any real animosity towards a guy that wears such awesome sweaters.  But I'm sure that will change when his wardrobe does. 

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Last weekend Joe and I went to see his nephew Henry perform in his talent show.  He and a group of his buddies performed a Jabbawockeez routine.  Henry did a great job.  But I expected no less of him.  He's an incredible kid.  He'll do great things.

The performance took place in a gymatorium.  While sitting through all of the children's performances, I had time to look around and let my mind wander.  I realized how much the talent show I was witnessing was much like my talent show when I was in elementary school.

It's amazing how vivid some of the details of my big night still are.  The show was in our cafetorium.  The stools on the lunchroom tables were orange.  The floor was beige-y-brown.  The curtains were dark blue and dust.  In the back right corner of the stage was that giant machine that made lots of purple copies, gave my teachers purple fingers, and had the pieces of onion paper laying all around on the floor.  I called it onion paper because it looked like the skin of onions.  It sounded cool when you crumpled it, and I liked to sneak back there and take some to play with at home.  And the die cut machine! It made shapes and letters for bulletin boards. I wanted to use it soooooo badly, and I must confess I might have cut out an apple or two throughout my elementary school career. 

I remember Brian did his karate routine to "Eye of the Tiger."  I remember Lee sang a song about the Ten Commandments.  I remember Amanda and Michelle did a dance routine.  And I remember I convinced my cousins to perform a skit with me about toilet paper.  I remember Teddy and I debated about who would blow the big white horn I bought at the dollar store.  I won.  I remember wishing that I could do a karate or dance routine as my talent.

At Henry's talent show a group danced to "Eye of the Tiger" and a boy did a karate routine to the Karate Kid theme song.  There were no songs about the Ten Commandments, but there were a lot of songs about being sexy or badass.  This time around, I did not find my self wishing for karate talent and frankly, felt I could perform a better dance routine than most.  But I realize that it's not about the talent the kids are exhibiting, but the fact that they had guts to get up there in the first place.  And I have to admit a chubby, short girl performing a skit about toilet paper while blowing a big white horn does not take a lot of talent, but it sure takes a lot of guts.

I was standing in line at my lovely neighborhood Publix.  I had only a couple of items, so I was in the express line across from the entrance door.  A family walked in.  Two women, looked like a mother-daughter combo.  The younger woman had a little girl in her arms; so maybe a mother-daughter-granddaughter combo.  And behind them was a grown man.  Very tall.  With a bright red shirt on.  As they walked closer, my eyes were able to focus on the man's shirt.  The very tall man, with whom I assume, were his family of three lovely females, had in large white letters, resembling the Coca Cola logo, on his very large red shirt, "Enjoy Vagina."

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Lately, there have been a lot of events I've felt the need to share with those around me.  Completely silly or ridiculous things that seem interesting enough to share.  With the deletion of my Facebook account, I find I lack an audience at times.  And then I remembered I have this blog all set up and ready to go.  So here I GO again!

I realize that I've been on several trips that were worth sharing, but it's been so long since I've returned from them.  I don't feel the details are fresh enough in my brain to do them any justice.  So right now, this particular post will have to just be random thoughts.  But isn't that what blogs are?

I feel the need to be creative a lot.  I've set up a little table upstairs with all my craft things and occasionally I'll go up and fiddle-fart around.  I've also been thinking about how much like my parents I'm becoming, and it makes me smile that they are both creative.  My mom makes small pretty things, my dad makes big practical things.  But both hoard supplies for those things they COULD make.  And sometimes, they use the supplies, and sometimes, they don't.  And the older I get, the more I collect supplies as well.  A funky jar, sure I can make something out of that.  I'll put it in this cabinet.  A piece of string...sure I can do something with that.  I'll put it in this drawer.  Some fun wrapping paper? I could do something with that.  I'll put it in this shoe box I saved because I thought I could reuse it.  And look!  I have.

My dad has over 30 acres of land.  I bet 20% is covered with supplies.  Stuff he's had left over from his work on various building projects.  My mom has a large room with wall-to-wall shelving of supplies for projects not yet completed.  Oh and the basement and the tractor trailer-trailer has stuff in it too.  My upstairs rooms is beginning to fill up with things I could reuse.  Let's hope I don't buy 30+ acres.

I like to think I'm the combination of all the great things about my mom and dad.  I think the quality I inherited the most of was good intentions.