This is supposed to be my one-hundredth post, full of deep thoughts and introspection. It’s supposed to flow easily and be a lot of fun to write; like donofalltrades’ recent words about his one-hundredth post, this was meant to be my chance to thank people, reflect upon what I’ve learned, and perhaps shine some light on some of my earlier, unnoticed posts.
I have plenty of help. Minnie the cat tried to help me type. Unfortunately, while I was busy reaching for the camera to take this adorable picture, she somehow stepped on some key somewhere that opened up some strange features on my Netbook. I could no longer type anything because every key I touched sent me into boxes labeled Research or Table of Contents.
After battling with this for a good half-hour, I finally gave up and re-started the computer. That solved the problem. Unfortunately, just as I was ready to start writing, having poured a fresh mug of nice, hot coffee, my computer shut down so it could update itself.
While waiting, I got out my tablet, thinking that I could start my rough draft there. At which point I discovered that my youngest child had left a game running on my tablet all night long – really, there’s a game for exploding chickens?! – so the battery was nearly dead.
I reached for the old-fashioned notebook and pen, only to realize that there is not one working pen anywhere in my home. Not one. Could someone please explain to me why we keep non-working pens? Are we the only family to have a kitchen drawer full of pens that have no ink?
It was at this point that I seriously contemplated putting a shot of whiskey into my fourth cup of coffee, but decided against it because I may need to drive to the store for chocolate in the very near future if things don’t start looking up. Besides, the Netbook had finished playing with itself by this time, and the very first thing I saw was an email from a friend asking me if I knew that my family’s favorite TV show had been cancelled.
Sue me, but I love Good Luck Charlie. At a time when Disney shows were all about popstars with secret identities, or wizards in training in a secret lair, GLC was an astonishingly normal show about people we could relate to. There were older, nearly-grown kids and a “bonus” baby, just like in our family. Some of the situations were a little silly, but it was consistently funny and heartwarming, and it was just about the only show that we could all watch together. It wasn’t dumbed-down for the kids, and it didn’t have sly raunchy jokes for the parents.
And it had Eric Allan Kramer as one of the best TV Dads ever.
He may not be one of the most well-known actors, but he is second only to Randolph Mantooth in my own personal fantasy world. Mantooth wins by default because I have adored him for so much longer, but Kramer gets bonus point for being a fellow Michigander. And for having a great smile. And for being so darned big and handsome.
Besides, he was the Skipper in a Gilligan’s Island remake and he wasn’t afraid to pour that great big body into tights for the movie Men inTights. I even remember seeing him as a motorcycle bully in an episode of Wings. The man has no fear. And he had the perfect onscreen chemistry with his GLC wife, Leigh-Allyn Baker. Together, the two of them reminded me of a more attractive, less profane version of my husband and me.
I just figured out how to follow both of them on Twitter, and I’m feeling a little bit like a stalker. Of course, I follow other celebrities too: Jasinda Wilder, Nancy Gideon, Randolph Mantooth, and others. But Kramer is definitely more chatty than the others and he just seems so darned nice.
If he showed up on my doorstep with a Toblerone, he would be the perfect man.
Sorry, Randy Mantooth.
So this is my one-hundredth post: disjointed ramblings about a kitten on my computer, exploding chickens, and the cancellation of a Disney show. I started blogging to practice discipline in writing, and to help me deal with recovery from a horrific car accident. I have written about everything from Angelina Jolie’s boobs to fanfiction to flushing toilets in a power outage. I’ve re-lived my accident and mourned my father and made fun of my own lack of filters.
Overall, I’ve had fun. And I’m honored that so many of you have allowed me to share my thoughts and experiences with you. Since I’ve written about ADHD being one of my big challenges in life, I think that this particular post is the perfect summation of what my blog has been all about for the ninety-nine posts that came before it: A little bit of this, a little bit of that, and a whole lot of oooh, shiny!
And it’s got Eric Allan Kramer in it.