The Pilver

I don’t often sit down to watch award shows. Usually I don’t know enough about the shows, songs, or movies represented to care much. However now that I mother a two-year-old girl who literally begs me to turn on music because, “I WANNA DANCE MOMMA!” I often find myself with top 40 music blaring from the TV and a pants less toddler using my living room as a disco. Knowing I was familiar with most of the music being celebrated Sunday night I settled on the couch waiting for the fun.
I’m certainly not blinded into believing most acts on the show are much more than the flavor of the day and may be forgotten by next year. But I’m also not bitter because some indie acts didn’t rise above the fluff and capture all the moments to be had. Pop music is just that, popular. The industry is of course often manufactured and blah blah blah. Let’s just talk about what happened, what was funny, weird, awful, and awkward shall we?

Beyoncé and Jay-Z

These two are the current king and queen of pop music.  So they sit in the front row, and have perfect veiw and Beyonce’ wears perfect dresses on her perfect body and they’re raising their perfect child in what I assume is a perfect mansion.  While I am sure they do have personal trials I don’t know about them.  Get a zit, or something, Beyonce’ so I know you are not a robot.

Oh, and they performed a song together.  It was fine.  The strip dance routine many female artists do bores me some, in part because I’m a straight female as well as the lack of imagination involved in choreographing most of them.  But she does have a great voice, which not all Grammy performers can say about themselves.

Ringo Starr

Are we supposed to give this guy a pass because he was in the Beatles?   ‘Cause he can’t sing.  It was karaoke at a bowling alley bad.

Kasey Musgraves

I never knew this girls name or what she looked like, but I have heard her songs before.  I think she is probably more talented than her performance showed on this night.  But that outfit.  Loved it.  Some people go glam and gorgeous for award shows and some go in costume.  She chose to dress like a lampshade from a 1970’s roadside motel.  Her boots even had twinkle lights.  I’m not a country fan, but I like her songs enough that I’d keep the country station on long enough to let them finish.  Nice to meet you , Kasey.

Katy Perry

Katy Perry, she’s OK.  But if you are going to preform a song and you are kinda boring, you should do it like she did.  The costumes and the set and the dancing was all really well done, I thought.  Skip to about 1:45 and watch a nutso flexable dancer get all twisted like a street performer’s balloon.

Taylor Swift

She sang a song.  She looked beautiful and sang well.  It was as exciting as vanilla ice cream…until she started backwards headbanging.  I guess she knew it was forgettable which is why she added her moves.  Above is Conan O’Brien’s take on what happened.

Stevie Wonder was there!!

I can only handle electronic music in small doses.  But your chances are greater that I will listen to your song if you add Mr. Wonder.

Other performers were Chicago (I love them) with Robin Thicke (gross), Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and others sang what I feel is a terrible song with a wonderful message.  I really hate that song, I wish it were a poem or had a different tune.  People got married  during that song and the Modonna came out and sang poorly while falling over.  Did she get injured?  I’m being serious, she looked hurt.  Also, Metallica did “One” which made us all feel old and embarrassed for Lars’ lack of talent and ability to find a barber.

I’ll end with what I felt was the most disappointing albeit superficial item of the evening.  Lorde.  I like her.  She’s seventeen freaking years old and she’s amazing.  On top of her talent she’s cute.  But giirrrl!  Your dress was awful.

This was a good time.  Thanks for recapping music’s biggest night with me.  Please understand I will likely not be covering The Oscars as I think the only film I saw in theaters this year  was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2.

I hate current television sitcoms made  for kids.  In fact, I block The Disney Channel, Nickelodeon, etc. from our channel line up simply to avoid shows I believe to be obnoxious.  However I posses a kid who loves TV.  In order to allow him age appropriate viewing I search around the internet and find old shows from when I was a wee lass.  We have watched lots of things like Punky Brewster and 227.  Recently I found all 117 episodes of Mr. Belvedere (commercial free!) on YouTube.

I absolutely remember sitting down to watch Mr. Belvedere when I was young.  It wasn’t one of the sitcoms I never missed like Cosby Show or Growing Pains.  But I definitely remembered all the characters and the premise.   I took the show for what it was back then, but now I have some  serious questions for ABC.

Why on earth does a distinguished butler with ties to the royal family of England apply for a nanny job in a Pittsburgh suburb?  Also, Mr. Belvedere worked for Winston Churchill.  He may not be royal rich.  But I can only assume he doesn’t need the piddly salary and unglamorous title of housekeeper to a relatively boring family. was he really getting newspaper ads across the pond, scouring for this one opportunity at mediocrity?  I just don’t get it.

Second, why are half the characters so boring?  The Owens family, who Mr. B works for, are very typical.  That’s OK. It’s a suburban family with not many troubles and decent kids.  Mr. Belvedere is interesting based on the fact that he’s British and polished and not used to the household he joins.  He has a lovingly abrasive relationship with both George (the dad) and Wesley (the youngest son.)  The conflicts between Mr. B and these two really carry the show, because Marsha (Mom), Kevin (oldest son), and Heather (daughter) are boring as dirt.

Marsha is going to school to become a lawyer, something she put on hold after having kids at an early age.  She truly enjoys the nurturing aspect of her role as mom being taken away by Mr. Belvedere so she can get some extra homework done.  While this may seem as a sexist view and maybe you think I ought to shut up and let Marsha get her degree already, that’s not it at all.  Over and over the kids come into a problem in which Marsha simply stands back, remarks at how she always sucked at helping the kids anyway and makes Mr. Belvedere tend to their needs.  George doesn’t utilize the housekeeper in the same fashion.

Kevin is painted as simple minded.  He never understands his follies until the last minute of the episode when he suddenly has a moment and it all makes sense in a perfect sitcom lesson learned.

Heather is as generic as they come.  A boy crazy, cheer leading, phone talking teen who constantly is coming to the realization that she’s not yet ready to go all-the-way with whatever boyfriend they throw in for the episode.

We’re then left with George and Wesley as they only two characters with any interesting dilemmas with the housekeeper, which is what makes the show work.    George has his ever present facade of dislike for Mr. B, yet still manages to get sloppy drunk with the guy when Marsha bails on their romantic date.  Wesley tortures Belvedere constantly for sport but he understands when Mr. B returns the torture in a valuable lesson.

Tonight we’ll be watching an episode somewhere in the middle of season three, which means there’s still three and a half seasons to go.   After researching some (Yes, I researched Mr. Belvedere for my own personal knowledge, to share with you) the show was based on a book from the 1940’s which also turned into a few movies back then.  Possibly those movies and the book will shed light on the origin of Mr. Belvedere’s Pittsburgh choice.  I could assume Mr. Belvedere is really a Mrs. Poppins type.  He just kinda blew in with the wind.

I had done nothing to kick off the holiday season.  So I made this masterpiece.  We just got a working laptop, which I will hog fully.  The Max peeked over my shoulder as I was MS Painting and said, “Awesome, the new computer has PAINT!”  If I downloaded Minecraft he might let me walk next to him in the halls of his school.  Max is twelve now.  So he is much hipper than I.   Psh, yeah right.  He can’t buy beer.

Come back tomorrow and see if I’ve posted something special about one of the many super fun upcoming holidays.  OK?

I saw a magazine article the other day titled something like, “How to dress 90s”.  This means I’m old.  The 90s were my decade.  I spent middle school, high school and a few years of college within this quickly changing decade.  We started with Walkmans and ended with Napster.  In the early 90s I had pen pals who sent me real letters with stamps and at the end I had an email address.  I think it would be completely fun if we talked about what should return in the comeback of the 90s and what should not.  Shall we?

Should Return: Twisted Hair Buns

Gwen Stafani did these well.  They were so easy, and supposed to look messy, so if you had to pull a sweatshirt over your head the results worked for you.  I would gladly accept this trend back into my life.

Should Not Return:  Heroin Chic

The desire to look unhealthy and addicted to a terrible all-consuming drug is easily scoffed, but it was a fad.  Please stay in our history silly trend.

Should Return:  Oasis Songs

I don’t really care if Oasis comes out with any new music.  I do feel their songs were intelligent for top 40 music.  I’d like to have those old songs invade current radio as though they were new.  But I won’t listen to any MTV news stories about the brothers’ fights.  Get along boys or go to your room.

Should Not Return: Pacifier Necklaces

Apparently you were supposed to wear these to gnaw on when you were taking some drug that might make you chew up your tongue.  Can someone confirm this for me?  Either way, I never thought it was cute, just annoying.

Should Return: Platform Shoes of all Kinds

Sporty is too active for the style, but the rest of those Spic Girls are rocking unnecessarily tall platforms.  I liked this concept.  I’m also short, so…

Should Not Return: Shiny Metallic Clothes

So, the internet was new to most of us.  Cyber fashion soon followed.  Were we trying to look like the inside of our Compaq Presarios?  I was a serious offender.  If a metallic purse or shiny pair of pants came into my vision while at the mall, I often bought it.

Should Return: Dresses and Boots

Looks at me!  I have a pretty, sweet and flowered dress.  I’m also going to kick you with these combat boots!

Should Not Return: Beanie Babies

I once saw a kiosk at the mall with beanie babies priced as high as 795 dollars.  This is plain dumb.  I don’t blame anyone for liking them, they were cute and all.  But the price people paid for them is and was absolutely insane.  Especially considering the prices skyrocketed a couple years after they came out, as though they were rare and old antiques.

Should Return: Grunge

It was music as well as clothing.  And it was easy.  T-shirts, flannels, comfy shoes?  Yes please.  The whole grunge era really took up only a few years in the 90s, but it seems to be what many think of when the decade is mentioned.  It was a great relief from the skin tight jeans and florescent shirts of the previous years.

Should Not return: JNCO jeans

Sadly, I had many outfits that looked just like this.  I have no excuse.

Should Return: Better SNL

Many who enjoys Saturday Night Live have their favorite cast or season.  Some of you like other eras over this.  But you are wrong.  I’m gonna say roughly mid 80’s to mid 90’s were the best years.  But the last half of that ten year period has never been topped.

Should Not Return: Snow

I have no idea what he’s saying, turn that noise down and GET OFF MY LAWN!

Should Return: OK Soda

I’ll never stop dreaming.

Should Not Return: OJ Simpson

For years, we had the privilege of hearing how the murder trial was going for OJ.  We watched and re-watched the car chase.  We saw him try on a glove over and over.  We learned who Johnnie Cochran was.  Everyone formed an opinion on the trial.  When they read the verdict live on TV my teacher stopped class to let us watch.  So many hours of so many lives wasted worrying about this man and his life.

Should Return: Chat Rooms

There’s still chat rooms out there.  They are not used as they once were.  So many sites had a chat room attached to them in the late 90s.  A/S/L?  Remember that?  Remember talking to one or two people in a room where thirty or forty people were also having conversations?  That was funny.  Let’s do that again.

Should Not Return:  Dial-up Internet

Never again.

Here we are, in the heat of summer.  This is the seventh annual Summer Sucks post I have posted, and I have nothing more original to add than I wrote so many years ago.

Summer heat around here, it sneaks up on you.  It’ll be in the eighties, you can handle that.  You like a little warm sun on your shoulders.  Then before you have a chance to enjoy the eighties it’s a hundred and five for a week straight and all your green bean plants look like dehydrated skeletons. I hate it.  I start dreaming of autumn.  I start planning trips to Walgreens to buy scented candles with flavors like “Hayride” and “Ghostly Apple Spice.”  I get excited.  I love hating summer and waiting for the first cold day in September.  I love when the leaves die and change color.  I love football and back-to-school and Halloween and Thanksgiving and I get more excited each year waiting for shorter days and writing run on sentences like this about the lovely time of year that is coming OH SO VERY SOON!

Oh, and before I forget, let me plug The Max’s blog.  He was spending so much time learning code.  I have no idea why he decided to learn code, but he did.  He was making web page after web page and he told me he wanted to make a blog like mine.  So I showed him how.  I carefully walked him through opening an email account and a wordpress page and then he exploded on his own, writing post after post.  I had to intervene and let him know that he must ask me before he posted anything.  Why?  He is eleven years old and has no filter.  He was writing about off the record comments that I and Mr. Pilver said jokingly and while they were funny to him, they might be taken the wrong way by CPS.  Also, he loves ending sentences with prepositions and I hate that.  I had to stop that.  Anhow, visit MrMaxMan .  He checks his stats very often and he would love a comment if you feel the desire.  Again, mrmaxman.wordpress.com.

Back to the seasons.  Here is the forecast for Los Angeles.  Not bad.  Happy warm fun.

Here is the forescast for Pilverville.  Still not bad, but this is the cooling trend.  Likely won’t last very long before the hell on earth temperatures begin again.

So, it’s hot and we garden a great amount.  Here is a picture of the leftover canning jars from last year we need to consume so I can have room for canning our new crops.

One of the first crops to be canned are pickling cucumbers.  We grow the cucs and the dill ourselves.  In addition we add our own garlic and hot peppers.  I don’t love the hot pickles, but the pickled garlic, meant to only add flavor to the flavorless cucumbers is the greatest thing.  We, as a family, fight over who gets to eat the cloves of delicious dill soaked happiness.  I am going to grown more garlic in the future, just for the pickled treats I get to enjoy later.

Here Is a bunch of cucs ready to be pickled.  As you can see, one of these things is not like the others.  One is orange.  One needs a fixing up like you have likely seen before on other blogs, and I am going to copy fully.  One needs to be a…

PICKLELANTERN!  I’m terrible at jack-o-lanterns as well.  But this carved cucmber holds the promise of harvesty fall happiness.  It’s a good pickle.   If waiting for fall is not your thing then you must instead love winter. Enjoy this next photo.  This is from the iphone app I paid nothing for and treasure greatly.

Friends, Christmas is coming.  Only 152 shopping days remain.  Seize the day.

I didn’t make this cake. It’s too hot for baking, so I stole it off the net. But last week The Pilver turned six! If this were a child, it would be in Kindergarten. If it were a dog it’d be 42. Somewhere between kindergarten and 42, that’s where we are folks. Stay tuned for more rambling and complaints about the heat. And thanks to the people who still come here and read 🙂

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I’ll go ahead and admit it right now.  I’m addicted to technology.  For various financial and silly other reasons I have not had TV or computer access in four months.  None.  I had my smart phone, and it held me over.  But I am currently using high speed internet on a real  laptop and I am ecstatic.

I know that my silly little blog here is more of a method of announcing nonsense in my daily life than anything else.  But after so many years of my nonsense I sure did miss it.  I missed my blogaversary.  This makes me sad.  But we’ll celebrate tomorrow.  I feel like cake anyhow.

I have so much to say and so much to write.  I have the greatest bell pepper harvest of all time occurring and I know the masses want to see my vegetables.  I  have videos of my kiddos doing normal kiddo things and I want to post them as though my children are out of the ordinary.  I clipped coupons for dog food and I cleaned out my car and I painted my toenails and PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS STUFF!!!

Ahem.

I’m really happy about being with the internet folk once again.  Hi everybody. 🙂

Oh my gosh! I haven’t had internet in about a month! I have forty-five days to continue my service without the need to start a whole new two year contract (lovely satellite rules). I cancelled internet service ’cause my laptop went to blue screen heaven and I cannot afford a new computer just yet. So this brief post is brought to you by one bar of service on my cell phone and the letter F.

Lets talk about soda. I love it. After coffee time is over in the morning I prefer to move directly into soda time. Being as I’m borderline diabetic and turning into more if a health nut in my old age, I’ve all but cut soda out of my diet entirely. I started drinking decaf unsweetened iced tea until bed time until I decided to make some soda of my own. The results were beyond what I anticipated. Holy yum. I’ve even converted my eleven year old son. Here’s the formula:

Start with the juice of any fruit, I used lime. Lemon and orange also work, but beyond citrus try berries. Raspberry or cherry juice makes amazing soda as well. You don’t need a lot of juice as you can see. Then add simple syrup. If you don’t know how to make it, use your google machine. As the name suggests, it’s very easy to create. Start with a teaspoon or two. You can always add more, but you don’t need much.

We’re almost done. Stir the simple syrup and the juice. Add ice.

Pour club soda over the ice, simple syrup and juice. I like to buy a six pack of cans. The soda goes flat very quickly and a two liter bottle won’t hold its fizz well enough to use the next day. Mwah! Lime soda.

Also, if you are of age add rum and mint leaves for the best mojito you’ve ever had.

After I started drinking these babies, I actually can’t stand corn syrup soda any longer. And that’s coming from a gal who drank one to three Mountain Dews a day for a dozen years or better.

Enjoy! Let me know if you come up with any crazy/fantastic fruity combinations for your own home made soda.

We have been home from vacation for over a week now, and I still haven’t scratched the surface as far as writing about our trip. Darn chores.  While we were in the Los Angeles area, we were fortunate enough to stay with Mr. P’s cousin and her family.  This was awesome because A) they are great people, and B) staying with locals means you get inside info on how to best navigate through the world’s worst traffic, and C) the wife of Mr. P’s cousin works in the prop department of Ellen and she generously showed us around the studio on an off day.

I have been a fan of Ellen since it started.  It’s simply a great talk show and Ellen seems like a truly amazing woman.  I was beyond excited to see the set.  Like The Price is Right, it was smaller than I had imagined, though much larger than the game show.

These chairs look quite comfy.  I might have a hard time getting up to clap when the host is dancing around the aisles.  I was informed that the audience is told to dance alongside Ellen when she comes through, but don’t touch her.  That’s understandable.  I am sure it would hold up the show.  If I ever have a talk show I will make that a rule as well.  I will also add a rule where I never have to dance.  Dancing makes me quite uncomfortable.

However, if you are a guest on the show and dancing is your thing, this is the star you are supposed to look for to begin your cha-cha, or tango, or whatever dance will fill you with joy.   I was told the camera has a difficult time following guests if they begin dancing immediately after coming out from back stage, so the celebratory dance cannot begin until you pass the star.

I look totally giddy here.  This was fun.  I would not be this happy sitting in Leno’s chair.

Here is The Max, pretending to be Tony.

After looking backstage at some of the props used on the show, we then moved over to the prop library.  I want to live in the prop library.  I wouldn’t even need to pack.  I just want to grab my toothbrush and stay there until I see every weird and wonderful thing it contains.  This place was phenomenal.  Every item anyone could want to use as a prop was shelved and listed somewhere so that if something is needed for a show or movie it can be found lickity-split.  What kind of items?  Everything.  It was as though I was standing in the coolest thrift store of all time.  And this is what our tour guide does for a living, she plays with all the props!  (OK, I am sure there is a lot of work involved, but in my mind there’s lots of playing with props as well).

Say you need to look as though you are lying in a pool of your own blood, you can do that in the prop room.  Need to jump out of a giant cake? Smash someone over the head with a bottle and not harm them? You can do all this in the prop room.

For the guided tours, there were displays of props used in well known movies.  Pirates of the Caribbean seems to have the most for viewing.  After drooling all over the place we were let into a room that seemed to have the most security.  And holy cow this was cool:

Yes, we are in Central Perk.  The retired set is part of the NBC studios tour, and we got to go in without an official guide and peek around.  We also were allowed to sit on the couch for a brief moment to snap a picture.  I could have spent a few hours in here looking at the set of one of my favorite TV shows ever, but the room is in high demand for visiting so we scurried out to allow others to see the famous coffee shop.

So there’s my visit to Ellen.  I have now been on the set of three different television shows.  I’m basically a show biz expert now. 😉

As I mentioned already, I spent spring break this year in Southern California.  We cruised home Sunday evening just in time for school and work on Monday morning.  The trip was excellent.  I have so many things to show you about our trip, but I am going to start with one of the major highlights, going to a taping of The Price is Right!

First of all, getting the tickets was far easier than I thought.  Anyone can go online and request them.  They’re free, and if you know you are heading to the area a month or so in advance you can get priority tickets, which means you will get into the show if you get in line by 8:00am.  That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t show up early.  People start lining up around six in the morning.  You will end up waiting a little bit less later on if you show up at dawn.

I reserved four priority tickets.  Mr Pilver, his dad, his aunt and I were going together.  However we never could secure a sitter for the kids, so Mr. Pilver took the kids to the Tar Pits in Hollywood.  (He didn’t make it any secret that he was relieved he would not be dragged to a wild and crazy game show.) Being we had one extra ticket, Aunt Patty found another woman named Patty from West Virginia who happily abandoned her husband on the side of the street and joined us.

Most of the day was spent waiting.  There are three sets of long benches you are shuffled between before taping begins.  The first set is where you receive your name tag and fill out a form saying you have not been a contestant on any game show in the past so many years.  If you have you can still go, you just can’t get called to win anything.

The second set of benches is where they conduct the interviews.  The interviews are short. They are looking for people who can hold a decent conversation and who are hyper and excited to be there.  However, I did notice that the insane crazy wild obnoxious folks don’t get called down.

The third set of benches is the area outside the studio.  Here they play for you a previous episode of The Price is Right to pump you up for the big show.  This is where I will tell you about Michael, the world’s leading expert on The Price is Right.

Michael was at his 43rd taping.  There was another woman present who had been to over a hundred tapings, but she couldn’t hold a flame to Michael’s knowledge of the show.  His main goal in life is to work for The Price is Right as a resident expert.  I don’t know how to word this well enough to make you understand, he knows EVERYTHING about the show...EVERYTHING.   Every employee at CBS studios knows him.  He can and will rattle off every random fact about the show.  He wears a shirt which reads, “Ask me about The Price is Right.”  He has a set of YouTube videos where he reports odd facts about the show.  Need to know who the tallest contestant ever was, he can tell you.  Want to find out the  highest winnings of any contestant, Michael knows.  When we watched the re-run from 2008, he recalled every contestant by name and every winning bid.  When we were in the audience, he knew the cost of every box of au gratin potatoes and jars of jelly.  It was eerie.  He also got lumped into our group and we became a five-some.  I was able to sit and ask him things about what to expect and he knew it all.

Alright, so we waited  six or more hours on benches with 300 strangers.  The vibe during that time is exciting. Everyone there is looking forward to seeing the show, and everyone is in a great mood.  Being as we got our passes so early, we were nearly the first ones in the studio.  They save the front and center first few rows for large groups with matching t-shirts and pretty young girls.  No lie. So we were in the fifth row, and I was very pleased with that.

As we walked into the studio I gasped.  I was walking onto the set of the show I had watched since I was a tiny girl.  It was amazing.  After the awe passed, I was then shocked to realize how small it is.  Somehow they managed to make the audience and stage appear five times larger on TV than it actually is.  Another bizarre thing I noticed was the colored panels on the walls are not the vibrant hues you see at home, they are almost shades of pastels.  On stage the camera swirls around Drew Carey, the contestant, and the games  giving the illusion that one is way over there and another is close, when inn reality they are side by side. In addition to Drew Carey and the announcer, George Gray, there are a dozen other employees milling around the stage at any given time.  There really is no empty space up there.   When it looks like a winner is running far to get to the car they just won, they are actually moving mere steps.

Left:  Real Colors.  Right:  Magical TV colors!

After everyone is seated, George Gray comes out looking all shiny and movie start like and gives instructions as to how to behave and what to do if you get called.  There’s a tall skinny guy whose only job is to instruct the audience when to scream, when to sit, and when to help the contestants by  telling them prices.  Then Drew Carey comes out, and of course, the crowd goes batty.  I was amazed at how great he looks.  Sure he has make-up on, but he’s fit and thin and is dancing to “I’m sexy and I know it” for at least a full two minutes before he addresses us.  Drew did not give the impression that he was the main event and we ought to bow down.  He just talks to everyone like we’re at a barbeque.  The announcer had a similar demeanor, very casual.  It was as though they were not famous and just working at the grocery store interacting with customers.

And, the game begins.  They call people, those people bid, one wins and they play a game.  While this was very cool to see, it is very different in person.  You can barely hear anything people are saying and the infamous music is added in editing, so it feels different.  the whole time, the audience is keeping one eye on the action and another on Tall Skinny Guy for instructions as to what to do.  You’re sitting, standing screaming, and throwing number signs with your hands.  If no one is giving help to the contestant Tall Skinny Guy gets frantic, encouraging us to participate.  Since hearing or sometimes even seeing the products up for bid is difficult, I stood up and yelled, “ONE MILLION DOLLARS!” more than once just to appease him.

They have to do retakes as well.  Three separate times we had to clap for the same watch or re-help audience members bid the same item because of some sort of mistake made by one of the employees.  The models messed up as well, hand gesturing to the items improperly or something like that.  One girl appeared a bit frustrated when she did something like three retakes for the same camera.  But if I had to race down the aisle with the heels they put her in over and over I’d be frustrated too.

When the last contestant was to be called, I had long given up hope that anyone in our group would be on stage.  I was OK with that, it was a blast either way.  But then they said, PATRICIA LASTNAME! (No, I’m not telling you the last name, though if you do watch the show, you’ll see it).  Well, that was the last name of Mr. P’s aunt.  We were pushing her to get up there and then another lady raced to the stage.  But, it turns out Patty never changed her name back after she was divorced, so that was not her legal name.  I’m excited to see if they air our blunder on TV.  At the end of the show, George Gray came over and talked with us and Patty told him about the name mess up and he went and signed a t-shirt to give to Patty.

We filed out of the studio and out of Television-land tired and satisfied.  It was a long day, but I will definitely go back if I get the chance.  And I’ll only say it once more, watch April 25th to see me, Frank, Patricia1, Patricia2, and Michael scream like maniacs 🙂