review of quartet…

(little tobin, daughter & friend… saturday matinée of Quartet at the Beacon Cinema)

little tobin: i want to live in a musicians retirement home!
friend: me too, wouldn’t that just be great…
daughter: you guys know neither of you play an instrument, right?
little tobin: i play the harmonica!
daughter: oh please, no you don’t… you bought a ‘harmonic for dummies’ cassette tape and never used it!
little tobin: i was in a jug band!
daughter: that is a total lie! you took one seminar.
little tobin: well i can sing…
friend: she’s right, she can, really she can!
daughter: i give up…

(6 thumbs up… maggie smith is a must see and i believe will be getting 2 new roomies soon!)

cream, please!…

in the press… again!

happy valentines day!…

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(exchanging heart-shaped boxes full of chocolate…)

daughter: ok i’m not going to touch that box of chocolates – haven’t been to the gym in a week!
little tobin: me either! and i’m way fatter than you!…let’s hide them…
daughter: or we could just throw them away…
little tobin: well, but you know, i’m not above getting them out of the trash…
daughter: oh this is so true, we could put them in the trash outside?
little tobin: nahh, how about down the garbage disposal?
daughter: yes, perfect!
little tobin & daughter: (voiced like they are going into battle with the chocolates) TO THE DISPOSAL!!!
(sort of running with offending chocolates in hand)

(happy valentines from lt&d…)

payment options?…

little tobin: what you working on?
daughter: just some freelance work for the ball park…
little tobin: oh great, a little extra cash in your pocket!
daughter: they are paying me in wine and hotdogs…
little tobin: now i know where i have failed you.

daughters tales of public transportation (a look back)…

everyday after work i head up the road as the bus to NYC heads down the road… automatically i think awe i want to be on that bus then i remember some of my bus bemusements,  just laugh and continue on… here’s a look back at some of my faves.

next to an obviously drunk lady on the bus.  1. she asked me if I knew her cousin  2. told me she can’t wait to get to wisconsin (we are on the nyc bus)  3. Her t-shirt says – i’m not stupid, i’m just drunk  4. I offered her a pretzel, she told me she doesn’t like ham…  5. she tried to start a dance party after her nap to whitney houston’s i wanna dance with somebody (nobody took her up on the offer).

guy in bus line: “hey do you have a soda?” me: “no” guy: “why” me: “what” guy: “you’re funny, can I stand next to you? me: “no” guy: “do you want to sit me with on the bus?” me: “oh my god no!” guy: “really?”

On the train, dog on my lap (not mine), kid next to me asked her mom if the old lady can move over to make room for her doll, fyi the old lady is me. That kids gotta go, the dog can stay, her name is eloise.”

Guy sits next to me on the bus and ask me – “do you have any sickness”  i cautiously shake my head noooo. he sits down, proceeds to fall asleep snoring on me, wakes up rested, pulls out his deluxe rubiks cube, twirls it like a gun slinger, cracks it open and applies vaseline!

on the bus: SAT ON twice! And an appropriate apology is NOT a slab of leftover turkey from thanksgiving offered in your hand!

  yup a guy just kicked the side of the bus, screamed he was being chased and needed to get on the bus immediately.
i obviously thought he was lying until 2 cops cars screeched to a halt at the bus.

tap, tap, tap on my arm… little ole lady: “what you watching?”  me: “True Blood.”  little ole lady: “is it racy?”  me: “yeah in parts, it has vampires.”  little ole lady: “Wooo hot vampires? I got to get me that to watch on the TV!” (moments later)  little ole lady: “you think there are vampires on this bus?” (number 1 – oh my god i hope NOT! number 2 – she is now my all-time favorite)

85 yr old lady next to me on flight: “honey you have to bless yourself before we take off?”  me: “huh?” lady: grabs my hand, pokes me in the eye, I accidentally kiss her hand and now I guess we are good to go.

I got a seat on the bus all to myself! Happy as a clam… I spy the guy in front of me typing on his laptop and I’m sorry I can’t help myself from reading… and guess what he’s writing – a porn! yup on the bus he’s writing a porn. I pick up my car tomorrow.

people, person over?…

little tobin: so next week i’m going away for 4 days up to the lake…
daughter: what lake?
little tobin: the lake… jeez i don’t know, who cares. the point is i’m going away… you’ll have the place to yourself.
daughter: sounds great to me!
little tobin: so you can have people over…
daughter: huh?
little tobin: i mean peeeeeeoople… you know what i mean? like a person?
daughter: oh god, ok ok that’s fine…
little tobin: you understand what i’m talking about, right? a person…
daughter: ok listen, i GET it, now stop talking about it.
little tobin: i’m just sayin’…

i’m coming with you!…

little tobin: are you going on a date?!
daughter: NO…
little tobin: oh you so are, you little liar…
daughter: come on.. stop! i’m not…
little tobin: fine! then i’m coming with you (rushes to grab her boots, coat & camera) – ok READY!
daughter: oh my god NO!… remember when you followed me into my high school prom filming me with an oversized video camera that was TURNED OFF the entire time!
little tobin: yeah… that was funny… god you’ll never get over that one will you?
daughter: this is not going to go down like that lady!

review of les miserables…

(spoiler ALERT! you are warned, we don’t keep secrets… well just from each other…)
little tobin:
amazing! amazing! amazing! weak link – russell crowe.
daughter: i was SO happy when he threw himself of that freakin’ bridge! and he has a band – and i think they are popular!
little tobin: obviously he doesn’t make his living from that… and someone must have lied to him somewhere alone the road of stardom.
daughter: yeah big time liars! but hugh jackman, YUM YUM! even when he had those creepy red eyes and was emaciated he was adorable!
little tobin: he could carry me through a nasty sewer anytime!
(4 thumbs up! – even though russell crowe was cringe worthy – others shouldn’t suffer in the rating because he’s delusional)

who are you texting?!…

little tobin: what are you doing on that phone all the time? is that called texting?
daughter: yes yes… it’s texting, i’m just talking to a friend.. ok, jeezzzz…
little tobin: a friend, my ass! oh you are soooooo texting a boy!
daughter: yes i’m 13 yrs. old and texting a boy! oh my god, get off my case lady!
little tobin: i am going learn how to text too so i can text you AND this boy…
daughter: yeah good luck with that, i am not teaching you!