Tag Archives: friends

Funny, isn’t it?

Can any good come out of a dare?

Only friendships that last a lifetime.

A couple of decades ago (when I couldn’t have been more than five), a good friend and colleague at Hallmark Cards dared me to audition for an improv troupe in Kansas City called Lighten Up.

I accepted the challenge, was shocked to be chosen for their workshops, and soon found myself performing on the Lighten Up stage.

The next five years of my life were cast.  Every Friday and Saturday night I was on that stage.  And the players who I performed with soon became some of the best friends of my life.

They still are to this day.

That’s why I’m thrilled to rejoin the original members of the Lighten Up Improv Company tonight in a reunion performance.  Many of us haven’t done improv in years, so the show should be funny on many levels.

But hanging out with my best friends?

In the words of Trish Berrong, ‘that’s just stupid fun.’

Dunk and cover

The Oreo turned 100 yesterday.  I cheered.  Bet you did, too.

But last night I learned that the eerily similar Hydrox sandwich cookie is 104 years old.

Now I have a bad taste in my mouth.

The Oreo — which, let’s face it, has the better name between the two — came second.  Was actually inspired by Hydrox.

But somehow Hydrox has always been perceived as the knockoff through the years.  So much so that the cookie was removed from the market in 2003.  Yet in 2008, in response to an online petition, Kelloggs put Hydrox back on the market, albeit temporarily, under the original Sunshine label.

Now?  All I can find is some crushed Hydrox on Nuts.com.

How fitting.

An egg in the hand

Some people climb mountains.  Others run marathons.

And then there are the people who eat emu eggs.

The latest darling of farmers’ markets, emu eggs are, on average, six inches long, weigh two pounds, and are the equivalent of 10-12 chicken eggs.

And cost $20 a piece.

Cock-a-doodle-emu.

Now, emus may be native to Australia, but the growing popularity and high market value of their eggs have made farming them locally a great investment.  Farms like Roaming Acres in neighboring New Jersey have over 20 emus on site (and ostriches, too).

And while empty egg shells are sold to artists and some eggs go to commercial kitchens, it’s the home cook looking to impress their friends that are driving the business.

Emu eggs — the Mount Everest of the dinner party.

Open arms

What can help you both build up your immune system and decrease your risk of heart disease and stress?

Hint: it’s not a pill, an exercise routine or the now ubiquitous green smoothie.

It’s the hug — that simple (and simply wonderful) one-on-one human contact between friends and loved ones.

Fantastic, huh?

Lucky for all of us, today is National Hug Day!  The holiday was established in 1986 to encourage PDA-phobic Americans to ‘reach out, reach out and touch someone.’ So now’s your chance to get out there and improve your health, your happiness and your overall state of being.

You’ll probably freak out a few people along the way, but hey — that’s just a bonus for feeling so gosh darn happy!

(See you out there.)

Mug this

Back in my improv days, I used to get one fairly consistent note from my director:

Stop mugging.

She meant stop looking at the audience and making faces to get a laugh.

Who me? Milk a joke or a scene to get a bigger reaction? I would never do that! I don’t know what she was talking about. That’s the craziest thing I –

Okay, I admit it. I did it all the time.

But until today, I didn’t really know what it must have looked like. Thanks to The Nerdist and my friend Leah, I get it.

No wonder it worked so well.

The gift

My good friend Caroline visited this past week, a gift from her husband for her birthday.

Nice one, Shaun.

During her four days in Manhattan, we saw two Broadway shows, a taping of Anderson, a movie on a rainy day, shopping, holiday lights, more shopping, and lots and lots of food, drink and wonderful conversation.

She was also able to reconnect with three other friends who call New York City home.

And while I know the chance to see Hugh Jackman perform live on stage was the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that spurred the last-minute trip, having so much time together to simply talk and catch up was an incredible luxury.

Would we have traded some of that time to meet Hugh in person?

Duh — of course.

We’re good friends.  We know what we really like!

Mixed messages

I’m feeling very two-dimensional today.

Or that’s what the Huffington Post would have me believe.

I like Huff Post.  I find myself reading it most days…either by going there directly or via a link from another source.

But today I noticed — for the first time — that Huff Post defines issues of interest to women in a pretty narrow way.  Just check out their navigation.

Business, politics and tech are all broken up into six sub-categories apiece.  Entertainment has eight, culture 10, lifestyle 12.

But women?

Complicated creatures that we are, Huff Post sums us up in two — healthy living and parents.  That’s all they got.  Sure hope you fall into one of those buckets.

Of course, it could be worse.

Men didn’t even rate the header.

For love of the game

NBA?  We don’t need no stinkin’ NBA.

The UK Wildcats and KU Jayhawks are playing in the Garden!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Champions Classic tips off at Madison Square Garden tonight, bringing the best of college basketball — the only basketball that counts IMHO — to the Big Apple.

(Don’t ask if I was able to get a ticket. I wasn’t; I’m bitter.)

The tourney begins with Duke (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhcckk-ptooo) taking on Michigan State.  Who cares?  It’s the opener.  Whatever.  Take your seats, folks; nothing to see here.

The big game is between my alma mater (and pre-season #2-ranked) University of Kentucky Wildcats and #12-ranked KU.

Suffice it to say the two teams have a history.  Both have beat each other soundly on their home courts.  (You don’t forget that kinda thing.)  I lived in Kansas City when UK won NCAA Championships in 1996 and 1998 and was the runner-up in 1997.

I don’t think my friends have forgotten that, either.

In fact, I have a little wager with my friend Dan on tonight’s game.  Not for money, mind you; we don’t bet cash on our teams.  But believe you me — after the game has been decided, you’ll all be able to tell what we did wager.

May the best team win!

Something new

“Do something that scares you everyday.”

Well, today I am doing just that.

Something that I’m sure will be fun…but that kinda scares the bejeezers out of me!

I promise to tell you all about — as much as I’m allowed, anyway — in Thursday’s Egg.

Any guesses on what it might be?  Leave them in the comments section.  (Family members and friends who already know, please refrain from spoiling the fun.)

I don’ t think I look quite that frightened.  (Here’s hoping my poker face is a bit more convincing.)

Wish me luck, guys!

Hangers on

A good friend of mind — who is rather organizationally challenged — has decided to take on the rather monumental task of cleaning out his/her closets this weekend.

All by his/herself.  Without my help.

I know this is not in his/her wheelhouse, so I want to provide all the support and inspiration that I can from afar.  Look at what you can achieve, my friend, with some closet finery and lots of blood, sweat and tears!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oooooooo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ahhhhhhh.

I have faith in you, kid.  Send me pics when you are finished!