Anyway, I shamelessly admit to you that I did watch portions of The Brady Bunch marathon today on TV Land. Yes, I had already seen these episodes (as I've already seen all of The Brady Bunch episodes). Does that make them any less fun (or campy)? Of course not.
In today's selections, Greg had the precarious job of Chairman of the Committee to Select the Next Head Cheerleader. (Put that on your résumé. Note the acute accent above the é's.) Of course, Marsha was selected as a finalist, but so was Greg's flavor-of-the-week girlfriend. When the three gentlemen on the committee voted, it resulted in a three-way tie, which left the deciding vote to Greg. Who would he vote for?!?
The ugly, terrible female, of course. Then he dumps his girlfriend. Ah, the stress of the 1970s.
Other highlights included when Tiger, the family dog, runs away to mate with a dog in the neighborhood. Sounds a lot like Tiger Woods. (Coincidence in the name?!?!?! Go ahead, you can send me my check now.) And, Jan (who always tends to screw things up) happens to accrue a $56 bill at the department store, so the sextet must go on an amateur talent TV program to attempt to win the money. Talk about suspense!
OK, so I really do like The Brady Bunch. It's just so easy to make fun of. (Forgive me for ending a sentence with a preposition.)
In other news, I returned to Starkville today after a weekend back home. The drive was easier than it normally is because I returned in my mother's Toyota Highlander. My car, a Honda Accord, is in the shop being repaired from an oil leak. Things (I accidentally just typed "thighs." I guess those could apply as well.) got quite tense on the way home on Friday afternoon. Somewhere south of Jug Fork, MS (Yes, it's real. Look it up.), I began to smell a burning scent wafting from the engine. I decided to pull off in New Albany, MS, in the parking lot of a nail salon. Take a look (man, I love Google Street View):
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After about ten phone calls with my father, we finally determined that my oil was low, so I added some oil. Just as I was returning the materials into my trunk, an elderly lady (probably about 60) walked up to me from the nail salon. "Now, here's some Southern hospitality!" I thought. (After all, we were next to the hospital. Haha. Subtle pun.) She said hello and asked me if I had a flat tire. I looked over to my propped-open hood for a smart-aleck moment, then told her about my troubles. (In hindsight, I wish with every fiber of my being that I told her, "Yes. I'm changing the tire under the hood. Gotta love imports.") After I finished telling her all about me being a student at Mississippi State and my trip home for the MLK weekend, she says, "Well, I am selling some peanut brittle for my church. It's really good! I made it! Here, you should try some." Thinking back to all the childhood warnings about not taking candy from strangers, I searched the small tub for the smallest piece, picked it up, and opened my mouth when she said, "Now, that doesn't have any peanuts on it. Throw that piece in the flowerbed and get you another piece." With vivid images of me lying on the shoulder of Highway 78 vomiting and writhing in pain from food poisoning thirty minutes later, I ate a piece. Lying, I told her, "Wow, that's really good!" "Well, we are selling two tubs for $3, would you like some?" Again, lying, I told her, "Oh, sorry, but I don't have any cash." She then said, "OK," and proceeds to power-walk to her idling car. I've never seen a woman that old move that fast. I then wondered if my hair was on fire or if I had a spurting artery if she would have helped me or just walked away when I didn't buy any peanut brittle. Way to be a good Christian witness.
So, (back to the main story), I arrived in Starkvegas this evening and went to Sonic Drive-In with James, a dorm-mate of mine. We came back and watched Little People, Big World (again, shamelessly) and watched various auditions online from American Idol, including Gen. Larry Platt's masterpiece "Pants on the Ground." I sincerely hope he cuts a CD.
Today's Picks:
- TV Show: The Brady Bunch and MythBusters, just because they both had marathons today
- Food: a free Chick-Fil-A Chicken Biscuit. Free food always tastes better.
- Music: acoustic version of "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" by Relient K
- Humorous moment: watching my mother perform the entire head cheerleader audition piece from The Brady Bunch, words and all. She said she memorized it when it came out when she was in third grade.
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