And John Hughes, because my title vaguely reminds me of The Breakfast Club tag line about a brain, an athlete, a basketcase, a princess and a criminal.
It's one of my favorite John Hughes' films (Don't You Forget About Me was our senior song, um...not so sure it worked), but really how can you pick just one? Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, Plains, Trains and Automobiles, Home Alone. Ever since I heard about his death, I've had the urge to pull out as many of his movies (VHS tapes) that we have, pretend I am Molly for a while and celebrate the 80s. I haven't done it yet, but I might. Soon. Wanna join me?
I wouldn't mind celebrating the 80s a little, like in the privacy of my home, but I wouldn't want to re-live them. Would you? The hairspray alone would be a threat to our budget. When I was in the mall a few weeks ago I was painfully surprised to see such a homage to one of our more embarrassing decades. Leggings. Long, baggy shirts. Copious amounts of plaid. There may have been a scrunchie. My innards clenched. What's going on folks? The 80s are over fashion people, please, PUHlease don't bring them back, I'm begging you.
Moving right along. Look what Scott brought home Friday evening...
Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to do a self-portrait showing the front of it. My brain just doesn't work that way. Is it possible? Anyway, can you figure out what it is? That's right my friends, it's an iPhone!!! Oh my, it's fun and overwhelming at the same time. And could become addictive. I've only added a few apps, one of my faves being Pandora for music (you create your own radio stations). I'm trying not to become obsessed with my new toy. Balance and moderation, balance and moderation...
Last night we went to our local roller rink, although they call it a SK8 center now. Whatever. It's the same place where I skated my awkward pre-adolescence away oh so many years ago. Though they may have painted it, moved a few things around and installed some bouncy play things, it's the basically the same.
Bless my granddaddy, Archie, for taking me and sometimes a little friend of mine too, on summer afternoons and waiting patiently for us to skate our little hearts out. He and my grandmother, Sue, gave me my absolute favorite pair of skates. Blue tennis shoe skates with yellow stripes, yellow laces and jumbo yellow wheels. Sigh. They were so cool, therefore I was too. Ahem. I soon outgrew those and the afternoon skating sessions, moving on to Junior High, Jordache jeans with a comb in my pocket and being dropped off with friends for skate nights. Sigh. Good times.
Here we are before we hit the rink.
This was Annelise's third time to skate, and she had been talking about it almost non-stop for 2 days. She. was. excited. I think she expected to hit the rink rolling and gracefully glide off into the sunset.
That was not to be.
Scott and I soon found ourselves with our noodle-legged-daughter-on-wheels in the coned off beginner area. She didn't want to be there, she wanted to be in the thick of all the kids zooming around the big circle. She tried, she fell, she tried again. And again.
We only lasted about an hour. Annelise declared it the worst evening ever. We kept trying to boost her spirits by saying how much better she was doing at the end than at the start, and it just takes practice, yada, yada...she wasn't buying it. Oh well. I guess she has also changed her mind about wanting to have a rollerskating birthday party. Mock rats.
What's this orange blur you see?
That would be me during a backward skate. Yessiree, I've still got the moves. Until they changed it to backward backward skate. Yikes!
Ah yes, toilets. I'm reading Something Missing which is about a well intentioned thief with OCD tendencies. He only steals things he believes his clients (his word) wouldn't notice or miss, their extras. In the middle of stealing a few ibuprofen tablets he accidentally knocks the lady's toothbrush into the toilet. The OCD horror. And thus the story takes off. But it got me to thinking, am I cleaning my toilets thoroughly? Probably not up to OCD standards, but I think they are okay. Regular (usually weekly) bowl scrubbing with Lysol toilet bowl cleaner & brush, regular wipe downs with Clorox wipes (I keep a container in each bathroom cabinet) and occasional wipe downs with Clorox cleaner with bleach.
So, I bring my concerns to you, my dear bloggy friends, is this good enough? Or am I one step away from a nasty gas station bathroom? How often and with what method do you clean your toilets? Just curious. Okay, nosy.
EDITED TO ADD: (because I didn't ramble enough the first time) In the story, Martin (the OCD thief) blames the toothbrush incident on the homeowners for not keeping their toilet lids down. So of course I thought, hmm...we leave ours up, is that just asking for trouble? I don't know. We've always left the lid up so everything is ready to go, no waiting. And we don't have furry toilet lid covers. Why do people use those anyway? What possesses people to want to decorate their toilet lids? No offense, if you do, of course. It's a free toilet society, do what you want.
So in summary:
What is your favorite John Hughes film? If you have an iPhone, what apps are your rave faves? Do you still roller skate? and let's not forget to share your toilet cleaning tips as well. Thanks ever so much.