Fun Friday Finds- Turtle Calls & Teach Me How to Dobby

I spent last weekend in St. Louis with a friend. I guess I mentioned last Friday that I had been over there, but that was for work. The weekend was time for me to relax and hang out with friends that live in the area.

Back in the day, people would relax by sitting around, chatting, maybe playing cards or something. In this day and age, we sit around, chat, and find awesome things on the internet. Yes, I will be sharing some of those today. These may be very strange to you, or really nerdy… that’s ok. I think that they are all funny, and it really matters most that I’m amused, right?

Turtle Calls. Yes, you read it right, turtle calls. You can pay this guy to call someone you know and act like a turtle. Intrigued? You should be! He is America’s Turtle Call Leader. You may be wondering, do you consider a turtlecall a prank call? Don’t worry, they have answered this question one the website: “no, it is a friendship call and it is meant to make a smile happen and not an aggravated face” In fact, I think the holidays are a perfect time of year for you to send a turtlecall and show them you care!

Not interested in turtle calls? That’s ok because this website will also do CheadleCalls. What’s a Cheadlecall you ask? Well I think the website definition is the best way to explain a cheadlecall. “A cheadlecall is a special turtlecall where I will call and pretend to be a turtle pretending to be don cheadle, who is a famous actor in American movies like hotel Rwanda.” I know you are intrigued after reading that. The good news: he records all his turtlecalls and cheadlecalls for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!

You know the dance craze, The Dougie, but this is even better. For those Harry Potter Fans out there, you will love this video:  Teach Me How to Dobby! Favorite line: Butter beer so you know this is lastin’ all night!

For some die hard fanst of Harry Potter, the Teach Me How to Dobby video may no have completely filled your HP fix for the day. Don’t worry, here’s a funny little video for you to know more about the houses. WhichHouse Are You? I always feel so sorry for the Hufflepuffs.

Hope these links can give you some entertainment over the holidays!

Listening to The Kooks.

The Baptist Holiday Party

Originally when I started this blog, I was going to talk more about the awkward encounters I have. As you may have read from earlier posts, my interactions with people can be extremely awkward. I really have no idea how I attract these situations, but all I can do is laugh in disbelief.

As the holiday season approaches, one of my most  awkward encounters that I haven’t shared comes to my mind. I didn’t share this encounter earlier because I knew that people would be able to determine the party involved and there may be some embarrassment. I think that the situation is far enough removed, so I feel comfortable divulging this story now. Believe me, it’s a good one. You’ll want to read on. I’m not sure if I could even make this up… so awkward. Well, I don’t want to build it up so you are expecting something amazing, so nevermind. It’s not awkward at all. It’s completely comfortable and a normal situation that happens to everyone. Read on anyway…

I was offered a job at a university in Houston fresh out of grad school, so I headed out to Texas without doing any sort of research on the place. I didn’t know anyone there, but I’m used to that sort of thing. I actually like it. You will probably see a trend that I can’t stay somewhere for more than about 3 years before I feel pretty antsy and need to find a new place. I hear what you are saying as you are reading this, but commitment issues, schmemmitment issues. It is what it is.

For those of you that don’t move to new places without really knowing people, you should know that it’s not always easy to make friends. Sure, you are going to point out that you made a gazillion friends when you went off to college and you didn’t know anyone there. Well Mr. Friendly, don’t be so proud of that, everyone did. Way to go. Once you don’t have the connection of college, it is more challenging to meet people as a young professional in a new city. Just take that as a universal truth. There are things you can do to meet people… join alumni clubs, get to know your coworkers, participate in city sports leagues, etc. It just takes a little more getting out there. As a new person in a city where you don’t know anyone, there’s one rule that you have to live by: If someone invites you to do something, you do it. You have no friends, so there is no reason you should turn down someone when they are trying to be your friend.  This rule is something that I have lived by for quite some time. It is why I have found some of my best friends, but it also may be what creates my awkward encounters. Which leads me to my story…

When I started working in Houston, my job was to plan events. Many of these events require technical assistance. The manager of the AV department (we will now call him AV Guy) was someone that I had to work with on a pretty regular basis. He was a nice guy. He was always helpful and friendly. About a month in to working in Houston, he asked me out. Well, as I mentioned before, the one rule that I live by is that you don’t say no when you move to a new place, know no one, and someone offers to be your friend. Sure, I knew that he may have been interested in me a little more than just as friends, but I couldn’t completely tell, and that’s something that can always be clarified later, right? So I said yes, I’d go out with him. We went to dinner and had a nice time. After dinner, we went to a local coffee shop to continue our conversation. Then the date ended. That was also the time that I was certain that I would never want to go out with him again. AV Guy was nice, but there wasn’t anything there. I could tell on the date he was interested in dating me and I didn’t want to lead him on, so the next time he asked me out, I told him I wasn’t interested. We grabbed lunch about once a month after that, but that was about it. Innocent enough, right? We had to work together, so I didn’t want to be mean, and as I said, he was a nice guy. Just no interest. At this point in the story, you are probably thinking “wow, this story is not awkward at all”. You’re right, it’s not. The awkward part comes next.

In mid-December (about 3.5 months after the original date), AV Guy contacts me and asks if I want to join him and some friends for dinner and an improve comedy show. By this time, I have decided that he gets that we are not going to be in any sort of relationship and that we are just friends. He said it was a group of friends (8-10 people) and it should be a good time. I didn’t have anything going on that day (I mean, I was still new in town and didn’t know a ton of people… PLUS maybe he had some fun friends that I would want to hang out with later, right?). So I agree to go. I didn’t know my way around Houston very well still, so I met AV Guy at a Starbucks, then he drove us to the restaurant from there. The traffic was super bad and we were running really late. He was kinda freaking out about it and was on the phone with some guy letting him know we were coming and that we would be there soon.

We finally get to the restaurant after a tense car ride and I am ready to get to my seat and drink a nice cold drink (I’m practicing my order in my head: margarita, on the rocks, with salt). We walk up to the hostess and AV Guy tells her we are meeting with a group. She asks for the name with the group and he says Houston Baptist Church (ok, so I’m making up the name of the church, but he named a Baptist church). This is CLEARLY a surprise to me. It also crushes my dreams of drinking a margarita. She points us to the back party room. Yes, the private room in the back of the restaurant. I look at AV guy to see if he is going to provide some sort of explanation for this, but he just points to the back room. Dear God, what am I getting in to? We walk in to the back party room. The room is decorated for Christmas, the tables are arranged in a U shape and filled with people varying in age from 25-65. I am sure there are more details about the room, but they all faded in the background compared to all the eyes staring at us as we walked in.

They greeted AV Guy with great excitement and seemed to eye me up and down for about a minute. Because we arrived so late, they are already eating. All I want to do is melt in to the floor so I didn’t have to have all these eyes staring at me. There are two available seats at the U shaped table arrangement, but they are not next to each other. I have no problem with that because all I wanted to do was sit down so people stop staring at me and it didn’t matter where that would happen. I started heading to a seat on the other side of the room when AV Guy said that wouldn’t work. Rather than asking everyone to shift around, it sounded like a better idea to him to grab a table from outside the party room. He caused a huge commotion trying to fit it through the doorway, which clearly did not stop people from staring. Whatever. At least I got to sit down. We ordered and ate. I tried to ask what was going on and all AV Guy said was that these were all his friends from church. At that point in time I noticed the glittery holiday decorations and gifts on all the tables. All I’m thinking is that I still have to go to an improve show after this fiasco. Is there a way that I can get out of this situation gracefully? I could fake sick, but AV Guy drove. Could I call a cab? Could I injure myself badly enough that an ambulance needs to come and get me?

As these ideas are flying through my head, a man in the group stands up and starts talking to the group. He introduces himself and says that he is so happy that all the Houston Baptist Church AV family could get together to celebrate the holidays. I have now figured out that this group is comprised of all the people that do the AV for the Houston Baptist Church and their partners. Ok, so AV Guy felt like he needed someone to come with him to this, I get it. It would have been nice for him to tell me this ahead of time. The speaker continues talking about how great it is for all of them to be together and how they all work so hard. He then mentions that he wants to go around the room with introductions. Really? Well here goes. Luckily, they start on the other side of the room, so I can see how this is going. I considered slipping out to the restroom, but the door was on the other side of the room and that commotion would have drawn too much attention.

Introductions start with old man Bob. He introduces himself (everyone already seems to know him) and then he introduces, as he says, “his arm candy” aka his wife, Shirley. Next comes middle aged John and he introduces his wife Tiffany (and the baby in her belly). This continues around the table. I am completely relieved. I will not have to talk in front of all of these people. AV Guy will introduce me. Whew! I’m slightly nervous that he is going to introduce me as something other than his friend or his coworker, but if that’s the worst, then I can deal with that later. So it’s AV Guy’s turn to introduce. He stands up and says “I’m AV Guy” then sits down and looks at me. WHAT?!? Everyone looks at me as if I must have just strolled in to this party after AV Guy and he doesn’t know me at all. So I stand up and introduce myself, then look over at AV Guy and say “I work with him”. I didn’t even want to say that we were friends by that time. I was sure that we weren’t going to be friends after this situation. Announcer guy goes on to say that as a thank you for all the AV staff’s hard work throughout the year, or for those of us that supported an AV worker, we should open the gifts on the table. Since we had an extra table, there weren’t gifts on our table. They brought a gift over to AV Guy and he was gracious and offered it to me first. I told him that it’s his thing and he should have it. The announcer also mentioned that there were target gift cards on the table as a thank you as well. I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to take any, so I left them there for others, politely excused myself and went to the restroom. In the restroom, I ran in to “arm candy” Shirley. She was polite and reintroduced herself. She told me that she was so happy to finally meet AV Guy’s girlfriend. Um, excuse me? Finally meet his girlfriend? Oh, well AV Guy has been talking about you for the past couple months and you haven’t been able to come to any of the church activities because you are so busy with work, so they are all so happy to finally meet the girl he’s been seeing. Oh, right. That makes perfect sense. Great to meet you too Shirley. I go back in to the party room and grab a Target gift card from the table. I have earned it.

At this point, I’m completely dumbfounded. I ask AV Guy about that conversation and he just says that Shirley is a crazy old lady. Really? How crazy can she be? I mean, did she really make all that up? Don’t forget, I still have to go to this improve comedy show. It feels like a never ending night. At least I don’t have to talk with people during the show and people won’t be staring at me. On the walk over to the improve theater, 3 couples walked up to us, introduced themselves, and mentioned how excited they were to FINALLY meet me. Yes, they all said, “finally” meet me. We head in to the theater and sit down. Thank goodness nothing happens during the show. During intermission, I head to the restroom again (I need a freaking break from this situation). I run in to preggo Tiffany and she asks me if AV Guy gave me the invitation to her baby shower yet. Well no, he hasn’t. She lets me know the date and time in case he lost the invitation over the past week or two. Yes, AV Guy has carried on this lie to the extent that people are inviting me to their baby showers. At this point, I have made the decision that I no longer need to be polite or liked by these people. I let her know that I’ll check my schedule then head straight for the bar. I get a beer and head back to my seat. The Baptists don’t seem too thrilled about my drink of choice, but by this time, I don’t care at all. All I want to do is get out of there as fast as possible. We watch the rest of the show and I praise the lord that the night is coming to an end. But wait, we need a group picture first! Of course we do. I do my best to inch out of the theater to avoid it, but damn Shirley notices and grabs me. I then mention that I’m good at taking pictures and that I should be the one to take the picture. That also didn’t fly. So now if you go to the Houston Baptist Church and look through their AV photo album, you will see me in their holiday picture smiling and holding a beer.  

On the ride home, I didn’t say I word. We got to my car and I said goodnight. I think AV guy knew that we weren’t ever going to talk again. 

Listening to Salt-N-Pepa (don't judge, it's awesome).

The Little Prince and Important Conversations

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery is my favorite book. My mother introduced me to it in high school and I was fairly skeptical (as any high schooler is with their parents). She told me that she thought I would like it and I should just give it a try. That’s exactly what she told me about piano lessons when I was in 3rd grade and that was a complete debacle which included me crying every Tuesday night about how I didn’t practice enough for lessons on Wednesday and that I was afraid that my teacher would yell at me. I do want to point out that my teacher did yell at me. Every week she yelled at me. Actually, I am sure that if I had practiced every single waking minute, she still would have yelled at me. She was a pretty awful teacher and I quit piano after a year. So all of this is to say that whenever I hear suggestions from my mother, I am cynical. With all that baggage floating around in my head, for some reason, I decided to give The Little Prince a try. I loved it. I loved the characters, the lessons, the illustrations (yep, there are pictures) and the meaning behind each page of the book. I snagged my mother’s copy of it and never gave it back (well, that’s because I lost it when I was a freshman in college… but I wouldn’t have given it back. Now I have a new shiny one that my mother gave me… she also purchased another one for herself). I have read the book at least once a year since it was introduced to me. There’s never a specific time of year that I feel like I need to read it, it’s more of a certain mood that I am feeling. I usually pull out the book when I need to take a break and get some perspective.


All of this explanation on the book and why I love it is not a prelude to a book report or anything, it’s more to give you some background on why I was reading it this week. I was reading it because I wanted to give myself some perspective as well as to provide me a little taste of home (it’s the holidays afterall, right?). I decided that I wanted to write something about this book or about how I feel around reading this book or something like that. What I’ve come up is a lot less insightful and more of a show and tell. I’m cool with that. I feel like most of the stuff I throw on here isn’t so much as insightful as it is just me rambling (unless you think my love for Marcel the Shell is insightful).

I wanted to share my absolute favorite part of the book. It happens within the first couple pages, so if you ever just want to pick up the book, read a page or two. You won’t be disappointed. Here’s the page that resonates with me.

After this page, the author goes on to talk about how adults don’t understand anything and that it is exhausting for children to have to keep explaining things to them. He says:

“Whenever I encounter a grown-up who seemed to me at all enlightened, I would experiment on him with my drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I wanted to see if he really understood anything. But he would always answer, “That’s a hat.” Then I wouldn’t talk about boa constrictors or jungles or stars. I would put myself on his level and talk about bridge and golf and neckties. And my grown-up was glad to know I was such a reasonable person."

These pages and words resonate with me. It makes me ponder how I address people and make judgments based on who I think they are. I’m not carrying around a picture of a boa constrictor eating an elephant, but I certainly decide who is enlightened enough to have the important conversations. Well, the important conversations to me. As explained in the book, people feel like talking about work, politics, sports, and technology. They see these conversations as enlightened and educated. I don’t really see those as the significant conversations, but I’m willing to have them with those that I think deserve them.

I’m not inclined to share what I consider important conversations with those that can’t understand them or handle them. To me, an important conversation involves your dreams, hopes, fears and so much more. I want to talk about how the music you listen to moves your soul. I want to have conversations about the close relationship of your grandparents and how that impacted your life. I want to talk about the feeling you get from your pen strokes touching the paper as you write your first novel. Or the spark you felt in your heart after strumming an original song on the guitar. Please tell me about the childish joy you get from rolling up a snowball and preparing to find a target. Let’s talk about the things that we cannot even fathom… are there really spiders the size of my head in the amazon? What does it feel like to walk on the moon? What would it feel like to paint a masterpiece? All of these things seem like a real conversation to me. In the grand scheme of things, these are what I find important, but sometimes, I need The Little Prince to remind me.

Listening to Simon & Garfunkel.