Finding Lost Keys

Before I begin my formal discussion of one of today's wonderful moments, I have to acknowledge the wonderfulness that is the video of Kristen Bell freaking out about a sloth. This miraculous video has gone viral. I watched it last night and had to watch it again today.

There are few things in life that are as strange as watching a grown human behave unabashedly like a child. I admire this. Cheers, Kristen. You seriously love sloths. And I love you for that.

Has Kristen seen the video "baby sloths being bathed?" I hope so.

I'm trying to think of what my 'sloth' is, ya know? What is your 'sloth?' What do I flip out about and cry over because I am SO excited? I can only think of chihuahua puppies.

And now for today's wonderful moment: finding not one but TWO sets of lost keys. (I understand that by sharing this, I am letting everyone know how absentminded I can be. But I am OK with that.)

For the past few weeks I have been using a copy key to get into my apartment (I made it at the beginning of the year for just this purpose). But the loss of my keyring meant that I also lost the keys to the mailbox and laundry room. This is what really hurt. Luckily I had recently done a batch of laundry before I lost the keyring, but in recent days I have been aching for more clean clothing options. I have been searching for the elusive keyring since the day I lost it. To no avail.

But today, while I was scrambling to get myself ready to leave the apartment to go to a singing lesson, I randomly looked in a bag that was laying on the couch. And the keyring was at the bottom of the purse. 

JOY.

Then when I parked my car, I decided to clean the interior a bit before heading to the lesson. I snaked my hand under the passenger seat to retrieve trash, and found ANOTHER SET OF LOST KEYS.

BIG JOY.

This was the first set of keys I had lost way earlier in the year. The keyring with the cupcakes was actually a replacement.

So I am feeling great right now, mainly because I can go do some laundry.

Everybody wins.

Watching "Jurassic Park"

There are some movies from my youth that still capture my heart.*** Among them is Steven Spielberg's "Jurassic Park." This is perhaps the best science fiction story ever told.

It is scary.

It is funny.

It is beautiful.

Those little raptors are so devious. How they so smart?!

I always die laughing when the long neck leaf eater blows snot on the nervous teenage girl.

Newman from Seinfeld is so gross and sad. You are selfish and try to steal dino DNA and then mess everything up and eventually die because a cute dino gets you. Classsssssic Newman.

Jeff Goldblum, you so funny. Too bad they changed your entire character for Jurassic Park II and took out all the funny. (P.S. so happy you have been cast as one of Rachel Berry's Dads on Glee)

The little boy is adorable. (He is old now and had a role in the Social Network -- whatwhat?)

Stay in the car, people!

If you don't move, a T-Rex can't see you.

*** I recently re-watched "Hook" featuring Robin Williams and was sorely disappointed. The only scene that stands the test of time is the imaginary feast. Delicious. Otherwise, rough justice.

Celebrating A Friend's 21st Birthday At an Age Inappropriate Destination

One should only turn 21 with a turkey leg in her hand and a field of men in armor on horses before her eyes. Lucky for my friend, that is exactly how she rang in the biggest birthday of them all. What a champ.

For my 21st, I threw a party at a friend's apartment. BORING***. But my buddy took the road less traveled and made everyone eat with their hands and wear paper crowns.  Though our Red Knight lost his battle against the Yellow Knight, everyone went home a winner. With bellies full of turkey leg and baked potatoes, we all crawled into the party bus and headed home, exhausted but giddy from our romp into MEDIEVAL TIMES.


*** Actually it was super fun. TAYDAY was a bit hit. Everyone is allowed to celebrate how they see fit. No judgement.