Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Monday, June 21, 2010

Reason 202

I get shit done. Not to toot my own horn, but when push comes to shove, my back is up against a wall, I am wedged between a rock and a hard place, and any other ridiculous cliche that comes to mind, I generally accomplish whatever task I've cooked up in my maniacal, little brain. Case in point: a little over a week ago I had the brilliant idea of choreographing a musical flash mob of 6th graders for the end of the year assembly instead of performing the usual song parody. Now, if you have ever spent a significant amount of time with someone going through puberty you know that they can be a bit manic and completely unreliable, so attempting to wrangle thirty or so twelve year olds, then teach them some sweet dance moves and actually count on them to remember the steps is akin to training my cat to use the toilet - virtually impossible. And yet I managed to pull the top-secret event off in seven days time. Sure, I had to sacrifice some of my precious lunch time to debrief the gang on my vision, hang out with ten or so extremely dedicated shrieking, sweaty preteens after school one day, and post a potentially mortifying video of myself dancing alone in my classroom on YouTube, but when all of us started busting out the Cabbage Patch and Hand Jive at today's assembly and I saw the surprised delight on hundreds of cherubic faces in the cafeteria, all that pain and suffering was totally worth it. So, Jason, the next time you're in a pickle, whether it be choreography-related or not, and need someone to bypass all the crap and simply get the job done, I'm your gal, especially if middle schoolers are involved. I draw the line, however, at potty training your pets. That's the kind of crap I try to avoid.

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