Confession from a Daniel Radcliffe Fanatic

I have a confession.

I’m not just a Harry Potter fanatic, I adore Daniel Radcliffe.

I think he’s the bees’ knees, the cream of the crop, larger than life and a few other clichés as well. Because of my adoration, my parents, brother, boyfriend, and I went to go see “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying,” on Friday night.

I was as excited as a kid locked in FAO Swartz overnight.  I was literally sitting on the edge of my very tiny seat, for the entire show.  My thought process during the show went something like this, “Oh,my, god! There he is. He’s so cute. I can’t believe I am in the same room as him again. He’s talking in an American accent. Oh he’s so cute. Oh my god, he’s dancing, and he’s a good dancer. Oh he’s so cute. Wow, he can sing. I wonder when he learned to sing, on the set of Harry Potter, maybe? Wow, he’s really cute. Um, he’s pretty funny. I’m laughing. He’s delivering his lines and making me laugh. I can’t believe I’m really seeing this right now. Wow he’s cute. He’s been kissing that girl for like an entire song- gross. She’s not very cute. Oh he’s singing and dancing now. Oops, he tripped. Is he okay? He’s okay, he’s laughing at himself. Oh my god, he laughs at himself.  Wow he’s amazing.  I am so excited to be here. I’m in the same room as him. Aw man, it’s over. It was so good. I want to see it again!” I may have also been squealing, both in my head and aloud.

After seeing this show, I conclude that Daniel Radcliffe was meant to perform on stage, musically. Movies do not do him justice.  I also saw him in Equus- the play where he gets naked on stage. My aunt and I had seats sort of behind the stage. At one point, he was literally 5 feet away from me, and naked. Other than it being mildly awkward, it was pretty awesome. But, even that play, one in which he demonstrated his excellent acting skills, did not do him justice.  

It’s like How to Succeed was written for him and John Larroquette. They are incredible together. I left the theater, with a giant smile on my face and that smile returns every time I think of it. I give it all the stars in the universe and then some.

Then yesterday I purchased Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 on dvd, only to have my Daniel Radcliffe high smashed by my father who wouldn’t let me watch it.

Seeing How to Succeed in Business was part 1 of the two things I have to look forward to in November. The other is happening at Midnight on Thursday.  Do you know what that is? If you do, then I’m sure you’re either 1. Very Excited  or 2. Have someone in your life who’s as big a nerd as I am.  In case you didn’t know, it’s the midnight release of the newest Twilight movie. I know it’s bad. Really, I know. But I can’t help it, I love it anyway.

And with that, I am finished with revealing what a giant nerd I am for today.

<3 Frank

Hydrangea Messages

Hydrangeas are one of my favorite flowers. They make the most beautiful bushes. In my backyard we have at least a dozen hydrangea bushes. Some are purple, some are blue, some are pink, and one is white. The white hydrangea bush is taller than me, and really wide. In some species of hydrangea, the ph level of the soil determines the color of the flowers, pretty cool right. You can control the color of the flower!

Hydrangeas are special at my house for some interesting reasons. There is one bush, my mom calls “my dad’s hydrangea,” that my mom planted when her father died, in his memory. This bush never had a single flower on it for 8 years, until a few years ago. When that bush finally bloomed, my mom was extremely excited. She felt like her father was smiling at her.

Two summers ago, our big beautiful white dog, Hercules passed away. His end was tragic and sudden, and we returned home early from our vacation only to put him to sleep. One of his favorite spots to lay in the yard was near the giant white hydrangea. Last year, when all of the flowers on the entire plant had all turned pinkish brown, one flower remained pure white. In my heart, I felt like it was nature’s way of saying, Hercules is safe, he came back to us and we’re glad to have him.

I know this kooky and kinda weird. These things that happen aren’t necessarily what we think they are. My mom and I might be reading into these occurrences but sometimes if it makes you feel better, it doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. How you feel about it is real and that’s all that really matters.

 What’s your favorite flower? Do you read into thing? Do you have something that reminds you of someone you’ve lost, that makes you feel better when you see it?

<3 Frank

Reason Number 2 Why I am lucky to love Jon

Have you heard of the olive theory? Well, I don’t believe in this theory, mainly because Jon and I both really like olives. It works out well for us because when we’re at the store, and I say, “Should we get some olives?” I never have to hear Jon say, “Ew no. I hate olives.” Anyway while our mutual love of olives is pretty awesome, it’s not reason number 2 why I am lucky to love Jon. Instead this reason has to do with a mutual fear…

Last week, I was checking out the veggie garden at Dean’s house, and when I looked down, I saw a fake snake coiled around the base of a tomato plant. “Ah!” I said, then, to Dean’s nephew, “Did you put that fake snake there to try to scare me?” Then as he was saying “wha..” the snake’s head moved, and I immediately about faced, and ran (a la Richard Gere in Runaway Bride) towards the screened in porch, while yelling, “Oh my God EWWW there’s a snake in the garden!” Now, while my reaction was quite ridiculously cliché, I did have sandals on. Nobody wants a snake slithering across their bare feet- gross.

While, there’s nothing more cliché than a somewhat-girly girl being terrified of snakes, the significant part of the story is what happens next. Dean caught the snake, and he and his nephew carried it onto the patio, his nephew yelling, “Come on Frank, Face your fear!” So after my ridiculous reaction I had to go face to face with snake, and while doing that, take this picture.

Here’s the awesome part,  Jon was sitting on the sofa in the screened in porch, with his feet up and his toes curled under. No one noticed Jon’s quiet inconspicuous refusal to face his phobia, no one- except me. And can I tell you… I was smitten. Oscar Wilde said, “You don’t love a person for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”  Jon was singing his song about being terrified of all things creepy crawly, and it was music to my heart.  I’m lucky to love Jon for our mutual fear of snakes, mine blazingly obvious and cliché, his not-so-much.

How about you?

Do you and your significant other have mutual fears?

Is there something totally non-cliche about him/her that you just adore?

I’d love to hear.

<3 Frank