Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Is this the future?

I'm finding myself a little lost in my future. I think I'm still in that "I'm doing a show" mode. I'm a little "dear in the headlights", "zoned tired girl", "silly goofy chick" meets "Xena the Warrior Princess".

The mother visit was fairly sublime. I love my mommy. We had a good time. So mom comes the first day and says to me, "I have this movie you need to see." I'm like, "ok, what is it?". She tells me it's titled "Sons of Provo". I immediately respond to myself with, "oh shit".

So I try to think of a deal assuming I'm in for some stoopid Mormon flick. So I tell my mother that I will watch her flick if she will chant with me. She agrees. So Saturday night, after the show, P (the lovely man who played my husband in the show), Ly, my mother, my step-father and I all go home. P, Ly, and I proceed to get happy - yes, in front of the Mo parents. I have long since stopped adamently trying to defend my lifestyle. I'm like, this is me, if you don't like it, don't come and visit. So we're happy while my mother sits there setting this story up for us. This mockumentary is about a Mormon boy band. Now, I'm sure this movie won't be nearly as funny to those of you who do not know the history of the church and have not experienced it's sub-culture, but shit dude, it gave Christopher Guest a run for his money. I pissed myself. P, who grew up Protestant on the east coast, wet himself, and he didn't even remotely grow up relating to it. They have auditions where people sing primary songs. They have queens singing show tunes. Speaking of queens, the two main characters are the biggest queens in the world. They have two posters on their wall at home, one of Ozzy, the other of Donny & Marie Osmond. I really cannot adequately describe how funny this movie is. P turns to me halfway during the movie and said, "I didn't realize the Mormons had this sense of humor." I told him that I didn't either - it's been awhile. The rents and I slept, watched movies, they saw my play, we went to a play at ACT on Saturday night. It was a good, relaxing time.

Considering all that has happened, strike went well on Sunday. Lyam showed up. I was very, very happy about that. I think it only goes to show what a good man he is. He wanted to help, and he wanted us all to be done quickly.


Things are still funky with the "situation", but it would seem that it's not going to change any time soon. I still think it is pure foolishness that we didn't extend, but my opinion is known. My opinion regarding why we didn't extend is quite benign compared to some other people in the cast. All I can do is live my life and wish him happiness. Hopefully, at some point in the future, he will choose to be happy all by himself. It's so tiring always defending against all the elements in one's life. I know this position very well, and am very happy to be able to tranform that way of thinking more often. Maybe one day he'll learn the words, "I'm sorry.".

Ly has been working his little butt off. We were able to send a large chunk to our credit cards. I'm so proud of him(you) Ly. We aren't seeing as immediate benefits from this new job as we'd thought, but I think we will be surprised when we receive our new credit card statements. I can't wait until Thanksgiving. It will be the first day Ly has had off in forever, and it will be the first day we will have off together in a long, long time. I'm excited. I think I'm going to be brave and try a amaretto brined turkey.

12 comments:

amandak said...

Yay! She lives!

So glad to hear about the good times with your mom. Hopefully I'll get a little bit of that good karma to take with me to Cedar next week.

Good luck on the turkey, it sounds fabulous.

Love you!

rob said...

I was actually going to ask you two what you're doing for Thanksgiving.

Sorry I missed your show. I heard fantastic things. Color me chagrinned.

You know...my room mate is on the board at Live Girls. Maybe I can Make her dinner and use my suggestive wiles to convince her to try to re-up the show.

;)

verify - ddbmtvih: David Ducovney's butt makes TV I hate

Stine said...

Have fun in Cedar A.

Rob, only the Beige man is coming over for Thanksgiving. Wanna come over and play? Come on, it'd be fun.

And bite your friggin tongue about David's ass. T'is good eating.

Missuz J said...

I'm sure you heard about the mix up with the sons of provo dvd. it was on the news here for 2 or 3 nights. apparently, at the place where the dvd's are produced, there was a mix up, and a whole slew of the sons of provo dvd's accidentaly were hard core gay porn instead.

the beige one said...

accidentaly were hard core gay porn instead.

nuh uh!

between this and the "not being funny" bit on FW's site, I'm having a hard time believing you lately, missuzj.

rob said...

Sweet!

Project Mayhem has commenced.

Time to go shave my head and dedicate my life to the Paper St. Soap company.

Stine said...

First Beige, what's the FW site? Secondly, it's all true, at least according to my mother. She was simulataneously amused and shocked.

Stine said...

Funny you should mention that Rob. I have read every other Chuck P book out there. I have been reading Fight Club for like 9 months now. I just finished it about 2 hours ago. Funny.


So, Thanksgiving?

rob said...

I don't know why I keep reading his stuff. His narrative is always great but his characters always puss out in the end.

Take Survivor: Tender Branson had the makings of one of the greatest anti-heroes ever written but, by the book's climax, he has turned into this "freakin' cooter" (that is now a part of my vernacular). The same with Victor in Choke and the Narrator in Fight Club.

It's hard to buy into hard boiled writing when the protagonists all end up being these fluffy vaginas.

Thanksgiving: I'd love to join you guys but I'll be doing the fam thing down in Auburn. Let me know if you guys are gonna be around Christmas night. If so, you should join my posse for our yearly Christmas bowling/ holiday drunk off. It's always a good time. I intend to get arrested this year.

the beige one said...

FW = Fuckwad = fuquad

Stine said...

I don't know why I keep reading his stuff. His narrative is always great but his characters always puss out in the end.

What about Invisible Monsters? Girl went down in a blaze of glory. That book was my favorite.

Take Survivor: Tender Branson had the makings of one of the greatest anti-heroes ever written but, by the book's climax, he has turned into this "freakin' cooter" (that is now a part of my vernacular). The same with Victor in Choke and the Narrator in Fight Club.

- I see where you're coming from, I just don't see it as a "puss out" per se.

It's hard to buy into hard boiled writing when the protagonists all end up being these fluffy vaginas.

- And what, prey tell, is wrong with fluffy vaginas? Besides, like I said, I don't think they are as fluffy as all that.


Thanksgiving: I'd love to join you guys but I'll be doing the fam thing down in Auburn. Let me know if you guys are gonna be around Christmas night. If so, you should join my posse for our yearly Christmas bowling/ holiday drunk off. It's always a good time. I intend to get arrested this year.

- Let's touch base closer to Missmus. Cool?

Stine said...

and yes, my mother told me all about the gay porn mix up with the Sons of Provo. Funny. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall of some Joe Schmoe Mo family opening up their "movie" only to be bombarded with some naughty back door action.