I am such a Gleek

My unhealthy obsession with Glee started a few weeks ago when I watched the very first episode. Hysterical.  There is something about this show that takes me back to my Marching Band days. Oh yeah, I was a band nerd. I could have been a Gleek; except I don’t remember there even being a Glee club in our school. Oh, and also, I can’t carry a tune to save my life. But I wouldn’t have let that stop me; or maybe I would have. Regardless, I don’t remember there being a Glee club so it is a mute point anyways.

Glee is full of misfit characters. There is the ever popular Cheerleader dating the Quarterback of the Football team- go figure. Although the Quarterback IS in the Glee club, so I guess he’s cool; and the cheerleader DOES join Glee just not for the reasons she told her boyfriend... 

There is a large and in charge minority figure; the token gay guy; the handicapped guy in a wheelchair. The girl who stutters, but also has a great singing voice- and the leading lady who thinks she is the best thing since Barbra Streisand.

What really gets me is the teaching staff. Oh man, you know you’re getting old when you don’t relate to the students anymore but instead form a crazy connection to the old people. Not that they are old. Or that I am- I’m just sayin…

There is an over enthusiastic Glee teacher, the germ phobic school counselor (who happens to have a thing for said Glee teacher even though he is married to a lying lady who told him she is pregnant even though she isn’t…..) The ball busting Cheerleading coach who isn’t afraid to get on TV and let the world know that she is pro littering because it ensures jobs for sanitation workers so they can buy their kids tacos. Oh man, I could go on and on.

Perhaps what I like most in this show is that everyone has their problems, everyone is a misfit, and everyone still has a good time. They all get their chance to shine in the good ol' Glee club. The outcasts join together and change the school for the better. Take this clip for instance. The football team has lost all 6 of the games they played this year. The token gay kid auditions for the roll of kicker and gets it. His unusual warm up style makes him a laughing stock until the entire team is forced into Dance Practice to help them perform better. And the best part it.... That it works, and the boy's father is there to watch his son score the winning field goal. Does it get any better??

I am a Gleek, I’m sayin it loud and proud. And if you can watch this video clip without laughing I think there might be something wrong with your funny bone. You might want to get that checked. . .

ps. if this video is taking a while to load and keeps stopin while your trying to watch then pause it for a minute and let the buffer get ahead of what your viewing. That will make for seamless viewing.

Disclousre

I really and truly am not computer savvy. I am, however, trying to be completely honest by adding a discloser policy just in case some one really likes me enough to buy some of my writing. I will post it as a blog because I can't figure out how to make a link for it on the footer of my page. In this way it will be archived under todays date 10/1/09 from now until I quit blogging. Or I make a new site or something. Whichever...
Here it is:

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There now; that wasn't too painful. AND it served to make me feel a bit better about this whole ordeal. Whew!

Thanksgiving Pumpkin Bread, with Cream Cheese Spread
Make your own pumpkin puree and turn it into a mouth watering dessert!
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/2229041/thanksgiving_pumpkin_bread_with_cream.html

Southern Humor

You know you live in the South when…

You walk to the mailbox in the morning wearing you winter coat. It was 50 degrees out there. Better watch out for frostbite!

When it dawns on you that if you have to vacuum the bed it is prolly time to wash the sheets. (But I would like to add that the dog got on the bed and left TONS of black hairs. It wasn’t my kids- They have a bath on the regular. Like sometimes even three times a week!)

When SuperNanny, Jo Frost, becomes the #1 childcare expert on TV. Only we are mostly laughing cause she says DON’T beat the kids- when clearly they are screaming out for a butt whoopin.

When you upgrade from the trailer to the mobile home and all your friends are WAY excited for you.

When you are talking to your friend and they keep asking you to repeat yourself only you were mumbling so badly that you didn’t even understand what came out of your own mouth.  Twice.

When the golden rule is “Do unto others, but only when they can see you cause once they can’t it is time to talk trash about them” Oh, wait, that was Connecticut – sorry.

You are 28 years old and you still have a Momma and a Daddy who will never graduate to Mom and Dad.

You are writing an article for a web site (Associated Content) about Thanksgiving Dishes and all you can think of is how to make collard greens and fried okra. But you saved yourself because you remembered the Sweet Potato Pie.

When you are making a cookbook for your friends and family and 87.98 percent of the recipes call for deep frying. Or 96.21 percent of your dessert recipes contain a minimum of 2 sticks of butter.

When you sit down one day to pay the bills and realize that your credit card debt is bigger than the mortgage on your trailer.

Writing; like for real.

I had a big ol huge breakthrough today! I am officially a published writer! I joined Associated Content; chose some topics; wrote a bit; and they ACTUALLY liked them enough to publish them. And get this! They are PAYING me for them! Holy Cow!

Dear Publisher,

Please forgive my BORING writing style. It's been a very long time since I have written anything other than blogs. I did not think you were actually going to publish those articles as they were superbly sub-par. I was just messing around- seeing what I could come up with in 20 minutes or so. I didn't expect you to go for it; and really I am a bit embarrassed at the lack of skills I exhibited in those articles. I shall endeavor to improve so long as you continue sending checks. Thank you,

B-Dub

On another happy note:

1. Conflict resolution is a wonderful thing. If you are confused see here.

2. John didn't get upset that I used his pic's in my blog ( I wasn't sure how the whole copyright thing works, and I forgot to ask him before I published them. Doh!) But I have decided he must like me! Really really like me! The kind of like that means I can use some of his pic without getting into trouble. AND he told me that I could have used his camera. Like taken real pictures all by myself. Mostly because he has accident insurance; but I like to thinks it is because he trusts me completely!

3. The pics in this blog are all Johns. He is really good; and you can find more of his work here.

4. My dog ran off this morning and get this: He came back after only 15 minutes! Must be some kind of record or something.

5. It is a good day.

On a not so happy note:

1. I never found my lost library book. Now I think I am gonna have to pay for it.

2. It is COLD! We are only in the mid 70's and I am freezing my kiester off.

3. Still no word from my hubby. Stupid Army schools! I mean, ummm, I am sure he will call at the first available opportunity and probably, it is more important for him to learn combat skills than to talk on the phone. . .

You can see my published work here at Associated Content.