Hubuduh What?

they don't have blue balls in the uk
2007-01-09 : 12:24 pm

I was working at a summer camp, and one of the counselors, Meg, was celebrating her 10th year there. She was from Maine. Her co-counselor, Rowan, was from England and this was only her 2nd year. They worked on the Sportsfield together, where they had these blue, HUGE blow up beach ball type things, the kind that are about 5 feet tall when fully inflated. You jump on one of them, roll around and eventually fall off onto your head or something. Generally just lots of safety fun for counselors and campers alike!

In the tribute to the counselors celebrating 10 years their coworkers and friends wrote little blurbs about them, memories and jokes etc., which were to be read aloud in front of the staff during the ceremony. Rowan's completely innocent blurb to Meg read something like this:

"Meg, mate, you're my best American friend and I've been absolutely chuffed to hang out on the Sportsfield with you every day. My favorite memories are teaching Yee-Haw to the Middlers and especially playing with the big blue balls together."

Anne, the Assistant Director of the camp couldn't even get the words out, she was completely choked on "big blue balls." We were all dying of laughter and poor Rowan, along with the others from the UK had absolutely no clue why everyone was laughing so hard.

I was graced with the fortunate position of explaining what "blue balls" are to a gaggle of 20 and 21 year old English, Irish and Welsh kids after the ceremony.

I have had NONE coffee today. Not one drop. Not even a soda, no caffeine at all. There will be mint chip ice cream apres dinner, of course, and there's a little caffeine in those chocolate chips THANK GOD, but the crazy part is I'm not even really feeling it. Somehow I have inadvertently curbed my physical addiction to coffee. Now it's just mental. I can't wait until tomorrow morning's cup, though! Yummm!

Something is going on with my emotions, maaaan. Everything is making me cry today. Not like Big Cry, just like a leeeeetle teeear. And I don't mean Sad Cry I mean Happy, Romantic Sweet Cry. I mean it, everything. As in, I'm watching the Gilmore Girls (shut up, at least I'm man enough to admit it) and it's the Dance Marathon episode and they cut to an innocent shot of Jackson and Sookie dancing and BOOM. Tear. WHY?! What's the big deal about Jackson and Sookie? Well, okay. I mean, really, those two kids found true love despite a mutual inability to even speak to the opposite sex and while both are really very attractive in their own way, it's not exactly TELEVISION'S way and I love them for that. Plus how can ya not love Sookie?

So anyway, I don't know if it's the medication I'm on or if it's just the same reasonable, obvious reaction to Stars Hollow anyone would have, but there it is.

Oh God, Luke just told Lorelai that if he met the right woman he might be interested in having kids one day. Ho, it is all over.

I'm doing this thingy I got off of KungFuKitten's site, where I list 3 things I got for Christmas, and then 3 things I definitely did not want for Christmas. I'm sposta tag 5 of you, but this is a self-tagging zone, so feel free to GO TAG YOURSELF!!!

Christmas Presents I Totally Received This Year:

1. A set of 10 handy mini-smoke bombs, perfect for those awkward conversations where you need a way out, and fast!
2. A private breakfast of Belgian waffles, fresh melon and newly roasted coffee, cooked just for me by action hero star Jackie Chan. (While this was very sweet, I felt bad because I really don't know his work very well. I think he was expecting me to be a big fan. Fortunately I had those smoke bombs, I had to use one when he asked me what my favorite movie of his was.)
3. A birth control pill case that has an attached alarm, so I won't ever be late on a pill again.

Christmas Presents I Definitely Did Not Want

1. Fired Up! A 2-disc collection of 32 huge dance club hits including "I Turn To You" by Mel C, "This is your night" by Amber and "Blue" by Eiffel 65
2. A dead and rotting rodent of any kind.
3. Chlamydia.

Now you go!

Oh my GOD Dean just broke up with Rory ON THE DANCE FLOOR and now Peter Petrelli is going off to break up with that blonde-headed girl so they can be together! OK I will definitely be tuning in tomorrow night at 5. Oh, you betcha!