a) haven't seen the movie yet and are intending to,
b) are an Indy oficianado/George Lucas stalker, or
c) are worried that I am a pathological liar, DO NOT proceed past the middle of this post.
You have been warned.
b) are an Indy oficianado/George Lucas stalker, or
c) are worried that I am a pathological liar, DO NOT proceed past the middle of this post.
You have been warned.
Two things you must know about the von Bloggenschtern children.
Number one. They are, in this completely impartial mother's estimation, 2 of the insane-liest funny people on earth. Really. They amuse me to no end (and as a Baroness - I am not easily amused).
Number two. In order to nourish this humour and to keep it strong and thriving, they have been raised on a steady diet of the tv and movies that the Baron and I deem to be worthy of taking up space in their brains' culture center. Sure, there's a lot of stuff in there that we were in no way responsible for, but in the main, we've shown them the way.
Of the many shows we watch, the one with the most longevity is Saturday Night Live. Both the Baron and I have been viewers for many, many years. I myself lapsed a little in the Charles Rocket years, but the Baron has remained steadfast (one word here : sucKAH!).
And, in raising children, one of the coolest things for me is patiently sitting on the sidelines, watching them discover something (you already know is) great for themselves. SNL has become quite a vonB bonding experience, and has produced many family catchphrases that my very funny sons manage to trot out at just the appropriate moments. Hilarity then ensues.
What's with this rambling preamble?
To set the scene for 2 proud parenting humour moments that happened this last weekend:
Scene 1: Goldberg's Deli, Bellevue Factoria Mall
The von B's have tried valiantly to finish their huge American food portions. But there is just one lox and bagel that cannot, in any terms, be shoved down anyone's pie hole. We are sated, people.
So our lovely waitress comes by, and the Baron asks her if she could put the bagel in a bag to go.
Well, says our waitress, we don't have any bags - how about a box?
Which leads our sons to start singing their version of "Lox in a Box", a take-off of the Justin Timberlake/Andy Samberg song from a recent SNL Digital Short:
We laughed. We cried. We bought the hot mustard.
Scene 2: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull movie
In one very somber scene, Indy is packing up some things, and the camera pans across the room. Across some significant artifacts from the past, across his desk, festooned with personal photos.
It stops right in front of a picture of Sean Connery, who at one point played Henry Jones, Indy's father.
Do the von B's let this poignant moment go? Hellz, no.
We all shake with the giggles, and are quickly marginalized by the rest of the theatre-goers as the lunatic backwoods Canadian family.
Between gasping for air between guffaws, I kvell over the coolness that is my children. On the days they rock, they RAWK.
For those of you not familiar with the SNL-contrived rivalry between Sean Connery and Alex Trebek, enjoy:
Number one. They are, in this completely impartial mother's estimation, 2 of the insane-liest funny people on earth. Really. They amuse me to no end (and as a Baroness - I am not easily amused).
Number two. In order to nourish this humour and to keep it strong and thriving, they have been raised on a steady diet of the tv and movies that the Baron and I deem to be worthy of taking up space in their brains' culture center. Sure, there's a lot of stuff in there that we were in no way responsible for, but in the main, we've shown them the way.
Of the many shows we watch, the one with the most longevity is Saturday Night Live. Both the Baron and I have been viewers for many, many years. I myself lapsed a little in the Charles Rocket years, but the Baron has remained steadfast (one word here : sucKAH!).
And, in raising children, one of the coolest things for me is patiently sitting on the sidelines, watching them discover something (you already know is) great for themselves. SNL has become quite a vonB bonding experience, and has produced many family catchphrases that my very funny sons manage to trot out at just the appropriate moments. Hilarity then ensues.
What's with this rambling preamble?
To set the scene for 2 proud parenting humour moments that happened this last weekend:
Scene 1: Goldberg's Deli, Bellevue Factoria Mall
The von B's have tried valiantly to finish their huge American food portions. But there is just one lox and bagel that cannot, in any terms, be shoved down anyone's pie hole. We are sated, people.
So our lovely waitress comes by, and the Baron asks her if she could put the bagel in a bag to go.
Well, says our waitress, we don't have any bags - how about a box?
Which leads our sons to start singing their version of "Lox in a Box", a take-off of the Justin Timberlake/Andy Samberg song from a recent SNL Digital Short:
We laughed. We cried. We bought the hot mustard.
Scene 2: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull movie
In one very somber scene, Indy is packing up some things, and the camera pans across the room. Across some significant artifacts from the past, across his desk, festooned with personal photos.
It stops right in front of a picture of Sean Connery, who at one point played Henry Jones, Indy's father.
Do the von B's let this poignant moment go? Hellz, no.
In full view of my family, I shake my fist at the screen, and under my breath mutter,
"TREBEK!!".
Between gasping for air between guffaws, I kvell over the coolness that is my children. On the days they rock, they RAWK.
For those of you not familiar with the SNL-contrived rivalry between Sean Connery and Alex Trebek, enjoy:
5 comments:
I started watching SNL when it first came on(I was 6) my parents were divorced and neither of them enforced bedtime or viewing restriction on the weekends. I have made my husband a fan and hopefully someday, my kids. I hold SNL at least 24% responsible for shaping my twisted sense of humour. That your kids rmembered and used the well, the SNL short, brought a little tear to my eye. Ahhh, a mother can dream.
Funny, funny, funny, funny!!!!! The Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg one has been a favorite in my house for quite some time. If you haven't seen it, also check out "I Ran So Far Away" - another Samberg digital short.
And my daughter? Has a hoodie that says Suck it Trebek!
Thanks for the laugh.
Countess FF: It was a Kodak moment, most definitely. Thank goodness I have a photographic memory.
Countess Momma: You are so very very welcome - laugh abundently at your peril. Aren't we all just the fun bunch? Now Duke 2 will want a Suck it, Trebek hoodie, too.
Canadian's are funny!
SNL has some wonderful dialog that's worked it's way into our life.
The Trebek one has been a long time favorite! Thanks for the chuckle!
Countess AG: Poor Alex Trebek - he's like a Timex watch - takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'...
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