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Dear Jon …

5 Aug

I don’t even know where he came from, somewhere in New Jersey, I’m a Cali girl so I can’t pinpoint the neighborhood but I’m sure glad I found him and went along for the ride.

Because he made me laugh … he made it fun, and I’ve realized that’s one of the most important things in life for me. Laughter and fun, it’s the basis of my existence, of my Buen Camino, of my keep on keeping on.

Sometimes he did it by himself, other times he did it with the guy that brought out the best in him … Stephen Colbert.

He’s been doing it for 16 years, but I’ve only caught the last ten. I’m still grateful though. When times were tough and all I could feel was sadness, anger, anxiety, depression or tears he always made me smile. And the thing is I’ve never even met him and he makes me laugh.

His stories, his news coverage (both fake and real) his expressions, and his delivery were all on point. If I could write a fan letter requesting to meet a handful of people in the entertainment world, he’d be one them, along with Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro, Jack Bauer, Charlie Hunnam, Tom Hanks, and Jerry Seinfeld. He’d be in that elite circle because he’s just that great at what he does.

Jon Stewart.

He’s my go-to when there’s no chocolate or Ben & Jerry’s and the results end up being the same. A happy Guat. Monday through Thursday a happy Guat. He’s been part of my political climate for so long and I always appreciated his ability to point out hypocrisy and stand firm in his beliefs and all of this was done through comedic genius in collaboration with an excellent group of writers.

He’s the best at what he does, even outside the realm of The Daily Show on Comedy Central, he brings it. Oh…he brings it big time, like when he spoke about Bruce Springsteen at the Kennedy Honors. Dude. He made it rain.

He’s so money and he doesn’t even know it … O.K. sometimes he does. He’s incredibly smart, and razor-sharp and he’s the kind of writer I aspire to be one day, which is why Thursday will be a sad one for me.

This is where he gives me, us, everyone his Dear Jon letter.

But I don’t I want it. I’ve never wanted it but I knew it would come.

It’s time to say good-bye.

This is it.

It’s his last day…the last Daily Show with Jon Stewart happens on Thursday. So if you want to catch a glimpse of comedic genius and heart tune into Comedy Central and watch the very last one.

I’m sure I’ll be able to catch reruns and revisit the times he made me crack up on the show or at other events. I’m sure he’ll have other projects. I’m sure of it, but until then I just want to say …

Dear Jon … I’ll miss you.

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The Bowl of Lucky Charms Had To Wait on Saturday Morning

6 Oct

I never met a kid who wasn’t a morning person on a Saturday at the crack of dawn.

Especially in the 80s.

We sprang out of bed with our crazy hair, and plopped ourselves in front of the television. The bowl of Lucky Charms had to wait. Our time was precious. It was limited. We only had a few hours to catch our favorite characters and their adventures, and laugh.

It was a special time when all else was quiet and everybody was snoring in bed. It was a time we had to ourselves and it was awesome.

And the thing is we didn’t have much. We didn’t need much. We only had seven. Seven channels and no remote control. And that was it. No TiVo no DVR no Internet.

And that’s all we needed.

To some people that might seem out of the ordinary, surreal even, but for me it was everyday life, and I loved waking up, hanging out in my pajamas, and losing myself in the funnies of cartoon life.

I was reminded of this Guat childhood memory this past weekend  when I heard that the Saturday morning cartoon ritual on prime time television ended. But I guess that would make sense with Nick Jr., Disney Jr., The Cartoon Network, and The Sprout Channel providing a cartoon extravaganza all day. It makes sense, I guess. Business sense.

But to me, there was nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn to watch your favorites because that was the only chance you were gonna get. The only opportunity and you made the most of it. So in memory of my Guat childhood here is my top ten Saturday morning cartoon lineup.

 

Mighty Mouse

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Superfriends

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Super Chicken

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Wacky Races

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Fat Albert

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School House Rock

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Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes

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Scooby Doo

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Woody Woodpecker

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Felix The Cat

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today

5 Jun

Today …

Challenge? Picture taken today.

Today: 10:34 p.m. end of the day

Today: Woke up four times in the middle of night and could not find the baby’s pacifier. Pinche pacifier.

Today: Hung out at the park, segregated from the crazy mommy-and-me mafia. Sand everywhere.

Today: Paid $1.50 in late fees at the library. 10 books. We read four of them over, and over, and over again. Checked out new books.

Today: Travelled to the voting booth with two kids, one of which took a sheet of “I voted” stickers because apparently we deserved the whole sheet. The other decided to poop in her diaper.

Today: Dinner time. Rice on the floor, apple sauce in hair, burnt tortilla, spilled milk on chairs,  juice box gets squished, the last piece of avocado falls on the floor.

Today: 10:34 p.m. Silence. Awesome silence. Everyone asleep, including the dog. I can hear her snoring.

Today … Tonight … All I need is this chair and the remote control. Although some chocolate would rock.

Today.

He’s a Womanizer…But I Still Love Him

24 Mar

How long would you wait for that special someone?

We had a long-standing arrangement. Every Sunday night. How long would you wait if he didn’t show up?

Ten minutes?

Fifteen?

Thirty?

An hour?

He’s a workaholic. You knew it when you met him.

You wonder, what’s going on?

How long am I gonna wait for someone who says stuff like: “The reason why you haven’t felt [love] is because it doesn’t exist. What you call “love” was invented by guys like me to sell nylons.”

I mean do you wait? He’s smoker … you don’t even like smokers. That was a deal breaker for you … but you made an exception for him. Just for him you wait.

I’ve waited about two years for my man to return … and he’s back Sunday night.

Image via amctv.com

Image via amctv.com

I don’t know what I’ve been doing without Don Draper, but this is it. He’s back … Mad Men is back and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.

He’s a womanizer, but I still love him. It’s a flaw. A BIG one. But it’s Don, you gotta love him. He’s a conflicted soul with secrets. You think you wouldn’t love him. But it’s the flaws that draw you to his vulnerable side. You’re intrigued. I’ve missed him, his charm, his work and his great lines. Stuff like:

“It wasn’t a lie. It was ineptitude with insufficient cover.”

How awesome is that?

For those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about. Mad Men is one of the, if not THE, best show on television. Picture it: The 1960s… Madison Avenue. It’s about a New York ad agency and the men and women who work there. It’s got envy, plenty of secrets, jealousy, deception, clever ads, fashion (if you’re into that but I’m not), alcoholism, sexism, drama, adultery, excitement, too much smoking, and awesome writing.

I was addicted from Day One.

I look forward to Sunday night. I don’t answer the phone. If someone comes to the door, I don’t get up. I don’t let them in. If someone tries to have a conversation with me … good luck. It’s not happening. Don’s got my undivided attention. For sixty minutes I’m his, well this Sunday he’s got me for two hours during the premiere. Every Sunday I belong to Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. I’m theirs.

I want to hear how Don’s new marriage turns out. Is Betty gonna jump his bones? I look forward to discovering the layers of his past. I look forward to seeing how far Peggy goes in Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. What’s up with Joan having Roger’s baby and her disappointment of a husband still playing doctor in the war? And Pete … well he’s still a whining weasel. I don’t like him.

But the drama will come and I’ll be there. The great lines will be there. Stuff like…

“You don’t cover for me … you manage people’s expectations of me.”

Grab a drink, or some rocky road, plop yourself on the coach and get ready for the ride. Season 5 coming.

Giddy up!

This is Blake Shelton’s Fault

4 Mar

I was one of “the last Mohicans” …  until Blake Shelton. Do you know this tall drink of water?

 All About Tonight (Blake Shelton extended play)

I first heard him on the country air waves in 2004 when he sang “Some Beach” … then fell in love with him when he sang “Home” a couple of years later. Now I’m just a full-blown fan. He makes my knees wobbly. So I blame this conversion on him.

I didn’t necessarily despise reality television, but let’s just say I didn’t like it.I reeeeally didn’t like it. 

As a writer, I enjoy watching quality television. Real television: drama or comedies. Shows where there are writers, plots, and character arcs. Sons of Anarchy, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Justified, White Collar, Person of Interest, Seinfeld … you know shows of that nature.

I wasn’t fond of watching the lives of chicks with too much makeup and absolutely no talent. I was not even aware of why people were interested the lives of “Housewives…” regardless of where they lived. I am probably the only person on earth that doesn’t like the fake drama of Bravo TV, or of Survivor. I’m not a fan of all those singing or dancing competitions either, I mean honestly how many American Idols or X Factors can you watch? I couldn’t. I needed more shows like Lost. I wasn’t a TV snob or anything, I watch sports. I just wasn’t a fan of that type of television… it didn’t call to me.

And then last year I saw my tall drink of water on something called The Voice, and I thought: dude, how could you? How could you betray me like this?

It was yet another singing competition, but this one had a twist … no horrible, fake singers at the beginning to boost ratings. There were quality singers in something called blind auditions. The coaches have their backs turned and can’t see the singers, only hear them, basing their decision to select them solely on their voice … thus the title. It’s different. But still, I thought … dude … c’mon. What are you doing?

Then I watched a couple of episodes last year and saw my tall drink of water interact with the other coaches, and it was funny. The talent was actually good. The coaches helped out the contestants and provided constructive advice instead of just clapping and using empty words. The host wasn’t annoying, either. Then I saw Blake perform … and I was hooked.

Honey Bee (Blake Shelton song)

Image via Wikipedia

So after the Super Bowl this year, I watched it. I had become a reality tv fan, granted it was just the one show and I was undercover, but soon I would be outed. 

One night I thought everyone had fallen asleep early and my dude came downstairs and caught me watching it.

 What are you doing? Are you watching Cinemax?

What? No.

Why’d you change it so fast?

I was caught. I didn’t know what to say. I hit the “previous channel” button on the remote. He noticed the singers and raised an eyebrow. Then he saw Blake Shelton and smiled.

I’m watching something called The Voice.

He shook his head.

You’re watching Blake.

I laughed. This was definitely Blake Shelton’s fault.

Now you can find me on Monday nights hurrying to put the kids to sleep. Rushing downstairs taking hold of the remote control, ready to see what Blake and the other coaches have in store for me. This Monday battlerounds begin. I’ll be on the couch, rocky road on hand, and relaxing with my secret undercover reality TV pleasure.

 Do you have any undercover reality TV pleasures?

 

Party of Two: My Dad, The Oscars, Nachos and Me.

26 Feb

Different moments, different occasions remind me of my Dad. Random times. When most people are checking out what the stars are wearing down the Red Carpet and wondering why so many breasts are making appearances, I would always check the clock, because I knew my Dad was on his way home, ready for our Oscar Party.

Most people who I know don’t really make a big deal of Oscar Night. I mean they may or may not watch it. It’s not a DVR kind of event for them. But for me and my Dad…we had “the Dreamer’s Disease.” Well I had it and my Dad got it by association. I would tell him … “the day I become an awesome writer and get nominated for award like the Oscars or Emmys you will be date, Dad.” And when most people would laugh or just say get your head out of the clouds, his response was … “well I guess I’ll have to rent a tuxedo.”

The Oscars

The Oscars

It was a night where we hoped our favorite picks got selected. We also looked for the person with the most genuine enthusiasm as they received the golden statue, as well as the best speech. So far my Dad’s top pick was Cuba Gooding Jr. for Jerry Maguire. He smiled to see someone so happy. That’s probably what I would look like if I won. No he said…that’s probably what we would look like if you won.

Aside from looking for the most genuine, we’d also have a pool and side bets. My Dad would always choose Clint Eastwood, even when he wasn’t nominated he’d say Clint Eastwood would have won that one. Sometimes he’d go with Jack Nicholson. Sometimes he’d get it right, other times well …

But he’d get over it with food. Even though our Oscar party wasn’t ice sculptures and caviar, it had good eats, ambiance, and Guat humor. Carne asada, rice, beans, enchiladas, and nachos. I know it sounds like Super Bowl food, but for a writer and a dreamer the Oscars is the Super Bowl. With all the savory tasties you would think we had like ten people there, but no. It was just me and Dad. My mom would hang out for a little bit, but then go upstairs and crash, or watch something else. Premios Nuestros or Cristina, something like that. So for the most part it was just me and Dad, sometimes my cousin…the moocher.

But the best part was hanging out. Sitting on our worn-out couch stuffed with food, we’d sip our after-you-pig-out drinks: ginger-ale for me, coffee for my Dad. We hung out like buddies surrounded by decorations from the 99-cent store or Pic-and-Save, which I used to make it look more festive.

So today as I poured the cheese on my Tostitos, and covered them with chicken, pinto beans, tomatoes, avocados, cilantro, jalapenos, and sour cream I thought about my Dad, and how he’d probably enjoy the fact that Billy Crystal was hosting it again. I looked at this towering dish of awesomeness oozing with monster calories, and I missed my Dad, wished he hadn’t passed away.

I shook my head … too bad Clint Eastwood wasn’t up for it this year, Dad would’ve liked that.