Blog Tag

Welcome to Blog Tag (previously known as Meme Tag. I changed the name because I thought the previous name sucked and I was right). If you get tagged (see bottom) you have to fill this out and post it on your blog. Game on!

Four Jobs I've Had in My Life:
Plumber's Apprentice (I also made a mean back of mexi-fries at Taco Bell while cleaning out a floor drain)
Airplane Fueler
Member of touring dance troupe. We toured the world and elsewhere.
Lacrosse Ref

Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over, and Have:
Where the Red Fern Grows
Raising Arizona
This is Spinal Tap
The Wedding Planner

Four Places I've Lived:
Salt Lake City (Zion)
Provo (Hell)
Vienna, Austria
North Eugene Trailer Park

Four TV Shows I Love to Watch:
Dr. 90210
My Name is Earl
Scrubs
Dirty Jobs

Four Websites I Visit Daily (and more than once daily):
lizonya.blogspot.com
CNN
The Superficial
Kraft Foods

Four Favorite Foods:
Bean Burritos
Tater Tots
Weight Loss Shakes
More Tater Tots


Four Places I Would Like to Visit:
Snowville
Washington D.C.
Cheese Factory
Chocolate Factory

Four places I'd rather be:
At home
In the library
Knott's Berry Farm
Skippers

Four Albums I can't live without:
Psychotic Supper - Tesla
Barry Manilow box set
Cats soundtrack
Anything from Jack Johnson

Four People I am Tagging with this Meme:
I'm issuing a challenge for everyone reading this post to copy and paste what you see here and post it in your blog, editing answers and remarks to fit your own personality and tastes. I urge you, blog readers, to do so now.

Maybe it is Time to Reconsider Grey's Anatomy

Everyone seems to love Grey's Anatomy. I guess as far as TV shows go, it isn't that bad, but it isn't great either. While the show does beat almost anything on the WB or UPN with the obvious exception of Beauty and the Geek, the show's writer have alienated their target audience of people who regularly watch Can't Buy Me Love. The easy solution is to hire me to right the wrong and restore balance to the universe. Here are some examples:

The most obvious mistake the writer's have made is trying to convince the world that Ronald Miller somehow gave up lawn mowing, went to medical school, DIDN'T have a long-term, committed relationship with Cindi Mancini, and changed his name to Derek Shepherd. Obviously the writers would prefer that a generation of American's forget that Can't Buy Me Love changed the way nerdy guys were treated in high school. Ronald had a slow, one-man clap turn into a school-wide standing ovation. Come on, writers, why would he give that up for a medical career in Seattle? He wouldn't.

Another mistake is casting Ellen Pompeo as Dr. Grey. Not that she is a bad actress or anything, she just can't speak. Ellen has a problem with her S's. Not quite as bad as Drew Berrymore ("And that's what I call kicking your atheths" - from Charlie's Angels), but still a little annoying. I guess the solution to this problem is more shower scenes and less talking. Funny how that is always the answer. Oh, and her name shouldn't be Meredith. That name sucks.

Finally, this past week's episode was especially disturbing. First of all, when Dr. Yang and Dr. Burke were "dancing" why weren't they doing Ronald's African Anteater Ritual dance? Come on, everyone knows that even if Ronald did change his name and so on, he still would be teaching the dance to people. Remember, Ronald has been the subject of the spontaneous one-man-to-whole-school standing ovation. You don't forget something like that.

If that were the only issue in last week's episode, I would let it slide. Unfortunately, there was one more glaring mistake. Apparently the writers are already running out of ideas because this past week all they did was bring Rocky Dennis back from dead and try to fix his face. Besides, isn't there already a cast member who really has cranial dysplasia? That isn't nice, writers.

The writers need to do a better job of remembering that the people who star on the show are real people. They were nerds in high school. They know awesome dances. They have debilitating illnesses.

Broken Arm Birthday

First things first. Happy Birthday, Liz! Today the missus is 20-something (I'm not sure if it's cool to say how old she is). I got her some pretty awesome things for her birthday: A couple of CDs I stole from my "friends" who use itunes on the school's wireless network; some skittles; a three-pack of auto detailing towels; some replacement shoulder pads for her favorite blouse; a 15-pound bag of taters; and a fly rod.

Those are some pretty sweet gifts, but I'm afraid even those gifts pale in comparison to the gift she received on Wednesday from the Sacred Heart Medical Center Urgent Care in beautiful downtown Eugene, Oregon. Earlier in the week Lizzy slipped on the kitchen floor and broke her arm. I didn't think there was any way a healthy, young gal like her could break a bone from a little fall, so we waited a day and some change before we went to the doctor. She was able to move her arm and there wasn't much swelling or anything, so I figured it wasn't a big deal. As most of my readers know, I am CPR certified which means I can accurately diagnose and treat almost any ailment. In fact, since I accurately diagnosed Jon Matthews with a concussion in fourth grade, I've had a pretty good track record with these things. My streak ended with this one. So again, sorry honey.

Here are some highlights from our visit to Urgent Care:

• When we first arrived we were greeted with the pungent aroma of filthy hippie and aimless drifter. It is a distinct scent, but one every Eugene resident is familiar with.
  

• I have met some sassy office ladies in my day, but none like the admitting gal at Urgent Care. This gal was a walking anachronism. She had a very modern wireless headset but offset the new technology with her Aqua Net-rich feathered hairdo. At one point I had to give her my social security number. When I walked up to her I felt her look into my soul. I didn't have to say a word because she already knew. I just said it out loud anyway just to keep from freaking out. I can't get those piercing eyes out of my head. I wonder what else she stole from my soul?
  

• This is Lizzy's doctor

• When Lizzy first told the doctor what happened, he looked at me like I had beaten her. After I told him to mind his own business or he would "fall on the kitchen floor" too, he was a lot nicer.

• After x-rays the doctor explained that Lizzy has a "kinda broken arm." This is apparently a very technical medical term and we weren't given any further explanation. Lots of ins and outs and what-have-yous.
  

• Two nurses, Betsy and Ruth, helped put a cast on Lizzy. It took them a few tries to figure out how to do it. Once they had it figured it out, they moved quickly. They also gave us an extra ace bandage. I think that was because of my charming wit and striking features.

• When we got back to the car Lizzy was literally beaming with excitement. Her entire life she has wanted a broken arm. Now she has one. That lasted about four hours. The cast is heavy and itchy. She is pretty miserable. Talk about going from one extreme to the other. At least now she has some narcotics.

Anyway, I think that is about all I can remember. Yup, it is.

Happy Birthday, sweetie!