No, I didn’t misspell “grab.”
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“You Should Applaud . . . “
I was going to start by sharing some of the barrage of Daniel Craig photos I’ve been receiving lately from someone who really, really wants me to see his first two James Bond films so I’ll be prepared to see Skyfall later this year.
But instead, here’s a hilarious movie theme medley by one of my favorite a cappella groups.
Because it’s Random Thursday, that’s why:
As they say on their site, they take the music seriously, but not themselves.
I like that in a group of good-looking male singers . . .
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Grabbing some Grub*
We were commuting home the other day and discussing the cleaning of rooms and other chores, when Janie said, in a thoughtful way, “Maybe I should just run away from home, instead.”
“Okay,” I said. “That means your room will stay clean and I don’t have to pack your lunch every day.”
“But where will I go?” she asked, putting a dramatic hand to her forehead. “Will I have to live on the street? What will I eat on the street?”
A little voice from behind me said, “You could eat grubs.”
“Hey!” I said. “That’s a great idea, Sunny. Your father is worried about all the moles tearing through our lawn. If Janie eats all the grubs, they’ll move away!”
“But (sniff), I don’t want to starve the moles (sob) ! “
I looked at Janie in the rearview mirror. “That’s what you got from that?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I was expecting more of a reaction to the grub thing. Do you know what a grub is?”
Long pause. “Not really, no.”
I told her.
“EEEEEEEEEWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwww! Ugh, ugh, ugh, yuck, yucky!!!! Moooooo-ooooooom!! I can’t believe you want me to eat those squishy—Ugh!”
“Honey, no one is going to force you to eat gru—”
“Nooooo!! Don’t even say it!”
“Okay, okay, calm down. And lower the volume, please, ow.”
Small voice from the back. “Grub.”
“Eeewww!”
“Grub.”
“Eeewwww!”
“Grub.”
“Guh! Stop it, Sunny! And quit poking me!”
“Janie, calm down, please,” I said. “Sunny, quit torturing your sister . . . And keep your grubby hands to yourself.”
“Moooo-oooom!”
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Real Grub, Julia Style**
In honor of Julia Child’s birthday this month, the family saw Julie and Julia, which is based on a book I read a while ago.
The best parts of the book and the movie for me—and for Janie, who is addicted to Food Network, much to the bored exasperation of her little sister, who is addicted to Phineas and Ferb*** —are all about Julia:
I love melodysheep’s work . . .
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Okay, maybe one photo of Daniel Craig
This one—the first of several—arrived in an e-mail called, “Six reasons to see Casino Royale“:
No insult to Mr. Craig, but I’m not seeing six abs.
And believe me, I counted very, very carefully.
Several times. With a magnifying glass.
But it still worked—I’m planning to see Casino Royale tonight.
Though Quantum of Solace might take a few more photos . . .
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And now, your moment of Savasana
Clear your mind of Daniel Craig all thoughts . . .
(courtesy of my husband, the yōgger, who has encountered the impatient woman before, but won’t admit anyone snores in his class)
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*See? Told you.
**I know calling Julia Child’s lifework ‘grub’ is like calling Michelangelo’s work on the Sistine Chapel ‘kitschy ceiling art,’ but I’m trying to work a theme here, so . . .
***There was no mix-up at the hospital, folks. They’re both mine.
Earful of Cider 
Sister torture with a single word AND poking! Classic!
P.S. Let’s not be too hard on Mr. Craig.
P.S.2. I don’t care what you call Julia’s grub, I’d eat it.
P.S. 3. My kids always grub my earphones. I don’t know what they do, but when I finally relent and loan them my earphones, I know I’ll never use them again.
She has natural talent, does our Sunny.
PS I’m not. I’ll fully admit that the biceps could have easily distracted me from my ab-count.
PS2 Me, too. Especially the truffles.
PS3 Mine,too—Janie likes to pull the wires apart. I have a Pain Of Death warning on mine now.
The biceps COMPLETELY distracted me from the ab-count. Jesus. Hold me, James.
Seriously. Covering them up, even with a Saville Row suit, is a shame.
Trust me, you’ll like the film.
One of my favourite bits is his response when the waiter asks if he wants his martini shaken or stirred.
I’m sure I will—at the very least, it will be better than the last Brosnan movie, which was horriblewrongbad!
I can’t believe you haven’t seen Casino Royale! Love, love, love it!
Food Network…my oldest son loves the Food Network, but it wasn’t until they started watching Chopped that the youngest got in on it.
So last night as the episode ended, I said,, “Hey guys, how about we make the dinners this weekend and give daddy a break?”
“Awesome!” said J.
“But Mom, uhm, we may have to chop you,” said the 4 year old who thinks there may be a very good reason his mother doesssn’t do the cooking…
Sorry. My phone is stuttering again and won’t let me delete all the extra letters…
I saw Casino Royale last night. I enjoyed it very much–i knew the plot (it’s one of my favorite Fleming stories), so I could sit back and relax. So glad they made it poker instead of Baccarat! Beautifully filmed, too (though there are two chase/fight scenes that could have been a bit shorter, I think. . . ).
I would so get chopped by my kids, though frankly, they’re pretty critical of everything I do, so, oh, well. 🙂
First, I loved Julie and Julia. As a kid, I was addicted to watching Julia Child. And the Galloping Gourmet.
Second, Casino Royale is a great movie. Craig is a pretty good Bond.
Finally, please let Janie know that, if necessary, she should fry the grubs over low heat. Don’t drop them into hot oil; they’ll explode! (I haven’t tried grubs; I read this online. I do, however, take some comfort in knowing that if I do need to eat grubs, I know how to prepare them!) Supposedly, they taste rather buttery. 🙂
The Galloping Gourmet! Graham Kerr is wonderful—I even liked his low fat cooking show, though I don’t remember it as well (for obvious reasons).
You’re right, Wayne—Daniel Craig is a good Bond. It’s a good relaunch. On to Quantum Solace!
I’ll tell janie, but I’m guessing her screams of horror will drown out the part about how good they taste, 😀
For some reason, I’ve never been much of a ‘Bond’ girl.
Your children are magnificent!
Straight No Chaser gives good concert.
That is all.
I’m not a Bond girl, exactly—seriously, the character in general needs to get over himself—but I do like the movies. And Daniel Craig . . . whew!
Thank you—they are also very loud. 🙂
You seem to see all the great groups in concert, Odie! Lucky you!
I’m a Sean Connery fan. Grew up watching him as Bond and I don’t have room in my heart for anyone else.
My kids bicker so much in the car. I’d love to install one of those plastic dividers that separate the driver from the passengers.
I love Mr. Connery, too, but the others are fun to watch. Pierce Brosnan wasn’t bad, until that last one.
I’d like a divider that would keep the kids from hearing me as I drive . . .