welcome to shark week, hosted by mike rowe...
...also known as "oh, I wish Mike Rowe was here!" as I bust out some rather lame posts the rest of this week that, in some circles, would have you thinking I've jumped the shark here at ...for a different kind of girl.
Shark query number 1 - Is it lame and/or unacceptable to link your very own blog within your blog? Hmmm.
Shark query number 2 - Haven't things around the old ...for a different kind of girl been a little shark jump worthy of late?
Mike has checked with the experts on these two matters and while they differ in their opinions that you're swimming in shark infested waters in a full-body chum suit by linking your very own blog within your blog, they are unanimously in agreement that things around the depths here haven't been shark jump worthy. Close, they say. Maybe like baby sharks. I trust them, of course, because they're the experts in this field and I imagine they've seen some amazing shark jumps.
But, because I love Mike Rowe (even more so when he takes his shirt off when I ask my TV screen if he'd be comfortable showing me his hairy pectorals...mmm. and check it! in this one, he's shirtless AND leaning on a shark's jawbone!!), I aim to bring the shark to the surface this week with little bits of nothing that, while not full on post attacks, make me happy, and because I assume what makes me happy makes you happy (you like it when Mike gets comfy, too, don't you!?), I bring you Episode One - 'This Marriage Is 'FIN'-ished!"
A couple weekends ago, my husband and I were lounging on the couch, doing what we do (him telling me how hot I am, me telling him how lucky he is to be married to me) and watching VH1 Classics on the cable. Mostly the music videos were serving as a soundtrack to our conversation until "Come On Eileen" sprung up, causing me to perk up and start "to sing just like our fathers."
"I really do not like this song," my husband had the gall to say.
Stop the presses!! "WHAT!?" I yelled. "I've been married to you how long and you're just NOW telling me you don't like 'Come On Eileen'?"
"I thought you knew this," he responded.
"I know you don't like chocolate syrup (and I married you anyway), and you think I'm amazing, but no. No, I did not know you didn't like 'Come On Eileen,'" I said. "Would you like it if I put on a pair of dirty overalls and did a jaunty jig around the living room while singing it? And I'm talking JUST a pair of dirty overalls, mind you. The kind that would make your thoughts, you'd confess, verge on dirty!"
After not even a moment's thought, my husband said no. It was then that I pondered telling him to pack up 13 years of marriage for the sake of a one-hit wonder and get his Dexy's Midnight Runner's hatin' ass outta my house.
"I do kinda like that "Tarzan Boy" song, though," he confessed, thus redeeming himself and saving our marriage in one fell swoop.
Then we got down to monkey business on a sunny afternoon.
Labels: how many times CAN i reference "Come On Eileen" in blog posts?
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 11:45 AM
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Not liking Come On Eileen is grounds for divorce. Of course, I would've never made it past the whole chocolate syrup hurdle.
BTW, I don't think you've jumped the shark. Even though I can't stand that phrase.
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SNORT!
Where's my chum bucket?
I sit and wonder does the message get to you, ohohohohohohohohohoh! Nice make-up job on that one--he must be trying to fool someone.
Did I ever tell you how much I love shark week? Oh yes, I think this might be one of my favorite weeks here at the ol' ...for a different kind of girl
ilvufnzi
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TAKE 2 *SMACKS HANDS LIKE A MOVIE THINGAMAJIG* Blogger jumbled my words. As I was saying....
i love shark week.
when it's on i geek out and sit like a 'tard with my mouth hanging open. "didja see that shit!?!"
now, this whole thing with your husband...i mean...who doesn't like come on eileen?
*sidetrack* i saw a porn once called CUM ON EILEEN. It was nasty. Your hubby might like that version better...just sayin'.
Now if he utters the words "I don't like Safety Dance or Freida" I'll drive there and toss his bags for ya.
word to his mother.
who did the remake of Come On Eileen? I love the original AND the remake...
jump the shark? is that like jump the couch? or am I just hopelessly mired in uncool dorkitude as usual, polishing my plastic pocket protector?
Shark query number 1 - Is it lame and/or unacceptable to link your very own blog within your blog? Hmmm.
If it is, I might as well go grab some crutches and beg for alms. :-p
For the blasphemy of denigrating "Come on Eileen", I think your husband should at least be required to do a term paper on Echo and the Bunnymen or write an essay on the cultural relevance of "In a Big Country".
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2amsomewhere
(finally seeing the sun in wintertime)
you can't jump the shark dear... I mean who else will give my Dexy's Midnight Runners and Mike Rowe in the same post. Your the James Joyce of the blog world, just a stream of consciousness that we all love.
Chag - I did have a hard time seeing past the whole chocolate syrup thing. And I confess, had I known the extent of his mad lust for Sheena Easton was before the 'I do's' there may not have been a wedding.
And yeah, the whole 'jump the shark' phrase is really the ultimate shark jump.
Nan - Ha! Don't you know you should always have a chum bucket available for the spillage and what not?! Lessons learned, girlie!!
And some boys can pull off the eyeliner, and some can not. They ain't fooling anyone!
Kimmy - I swear to you, if he so much as dares diss Safety Dance, I'm taking him for all he has. Which ain't much, not even a copy of "Cum On Eileen," which, God help me, he would probably prefer well above the song.
iblueshi1 - That remake was so handily made by Save Ferris, which I also have in my assorted musical treasures and if disses that, I'm outta here. But I'd have to jump the couch, too, because I'm a raging dork.
2am - It shames me to admit that I married a man who couldn't tell you squat about Echo and the Bunnyman. Can you believe it?!
Ed - Charmer. I appreciate how you see the salvageable pieces amidst the broken parts when I feel I'm just popping off random writing. Thank you!
And THIS week is when I go back to your old posts that I missed LAST week and leave comments that no one will ever see.
But you will see them. And I have no doubt that they will bring some sunshine to your January afternoon. Perhaps not to the "monkey business" level of sunshine, but a bit of sunshine nonetheless.
FTN - You always bring sunshine into my life, be it January or June. Or maybe it's well placed sarcasm and a good Neil Diamond lyric. I don't call you 'daddy' for nothing, mister!
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