Thursday 12/27/2007
9:05 a.m.
Hello everyone. I just want to apologize for the lack of posting over the holidays. I promise things will be up and running as usual in the new year. I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and has a safe and happy New Years! Don't drink and drive. Taxis are cheaper than bail.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Bah Humbug
Friday 12/14/2007
9:26 a.m.
As I drive down the streets and avenues of the Highlands, I pass light filled trees that shine like bright Fruity Pebbles.
Trees are aglow and bows are tied tightly around light polls and trees. This could only signify one thing - it's Christmas time. Everyone is running around buying their Christmas gifts, planning their menus, and picking out that new dress to wear to the party. You know what I'm doing for Christmas this year? NOTHING.
I had planned on going home to visit with my family this year. I received an email from my boss asking if we would all be available to join the office Christmas dinner on the 21st. My response, "I think I'm flying home for Christmas that night." "Oh, you're not going to be at work that Monday (24th)?" Oh. I guess I will be. "I would just be going home for the weekend." Well, if I can't be home for Christmas, what point is there in going home at all. So, I will be working on Christmas Eve while my family is all joined together around the Christmas tree opening gifts.
I guess I can deal with that. After all, the boycotter's family is here. I can just have Christmas with them. WRONG. As of Thanksgiving, the boycotter and I decided to take a little break from one another. And as of last night, he decided that we are cutting all communication while I figure out what's going on inside of my head. So, not only will I not be spending Christmas with my family, I now won't even be spending Christmas with his family. I will be spending Christmas all alone. Well, unless you count Sidney. So, I don't have a Christmas tree and the only presents I have bought are for the boycotter.
I tried to hang some lights around my house, but they kept falling down. I have a Christmas tree and decorations in the storage unit in the basement. However, some jerk off took it upon themselves to fill my storage unit with their belongings and put a lock on the door, now I can't even get my tree. And if I have to hear Mariah Carey or Jessica Simpson sing about Christmas, Santa, mistletoe or anything else relating to the holidays, I will either kill myself or the person who is submitting me to this torture.
So, to all - Have a very merry Christmas.
9:26 a.m.
As I drive down the streets and avenues of the Highlands, I pass light filled trees that shine like bright Fruity Pebbles.
Trees are aglow and bows are tied tightly around light polls and trees. This could only signify one thing - it's Christmas time. Everyone is running around buying their Christmas gifts, planning their menus, and picking out that new dress to wear to the party. You know what I'm doing for Christmas this year? NOTHING.
I had planned on going home to visit with my family this year. I received an email from my boss asking if we would all be available to join the office Christmas dinner on the 21st. My response, "I think I'm flying home for Christmas that night." "Oh, you're not going to be at work that Monday (24th)?" Oh. I guess I will be. "I would just be going home for the weekend." Well, if I can't be home for Christmas, what point is there in going home at all. So, I will be working on Christmas Eve while my family is all joined together around the Christmas tree opening gifts.
I guess I can deal with that. After all, the boycotter's family is here. I can just have Christmas with them. WRONG. As of Thanksgiving, the boycotter and I decided to take a little break from one another. And as of last night, he decided that we are cutting all communication while I figure out what's going on inside of my head. So, not only will I not be spending Christmas with my family, I now won't even be spending Christmas with his family. I will be spending Christmas all alone. Well, unless you count Sidney. So, I don't have a Christmas tree and the only presents I have bought are for the boycotter.
I tried to hang some lights around my house, but they kept falling down. I have a Christmas tree and decorations in the storage unit in the basement. However, some jerk off took it upon themselves to fill my storage unit with their belongings and put a lock on the door, now I can't even get my tree. And if I have to hear Mariah Carey or Jessica Simpson sing about Christmas, Santa, mistletoe or anything else relating to the holidays, I will either kill myself or the person who is submitting me to this torture.
So, to all - Have a very merry Christmas.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Jam of the day
Wednesday 12/12/07
8:53 a.m.
It's kind of shaky, but since you should be up dancing, it shouldn't really matter.
8:53 a.m.
It's kind of shaky, but since you should be up dancing, it shouldn't really matter.
Note to my readers
Wednesday 12/12/2007
8:48 a.m.
It was brought to my attention yesterday by one of my readers, that my posts are just not what they used to be. You know what reader? You're right. Because I feared getting in trouble for spending too much time on the internet at work, I have totally neglected all of my devoted readers. Well, no more. I am so ashamed. I vow to post as often as possible. Some posts will be wittier than others and some will be more detailed. But regardless or cleverness and length, they will be there. As long as you are reading, I will be writing.
8:48 a.m.
It was brought to my attention yesterday by one of my readers, that my posts are just not what they used to be. You know what reader? You're right. Because I feared getting in trouble for spending too much time on the internet at work, I have totally neglected all of my devoted readers. Well, no more. I am so ashamed. I vow to post as often as possible. Some posts will be wittier than others and some will be more detailed. But regardless or cleverness and length, they will be there. As long as you are reading, I will be writing.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Weekend update
Tuesday 12/11/2007
8:13 a.m.
Friday was followed by Saturday. Then there was Sunday. Not much to say. I saw the Golden Compass. 2 thumbs up. Go see it. Don't boycott it. Go Cowboys. I knew you could do it. You made me nervous, but I never lost faith. I love you, Tony Romo. I love you, Marion Barber. I like you a lot Julius Jones. T.O., you're okay too.
8:13 a.m.
Friday was followed by Saturday. Then there was Sunday. Not much to say. I saw the Golden Compass. 2 thumbs up. Go see it. Don't boycott it. Go Cowboys. I knew you could do it. You made me nervous, but I never lost faith. I love you, Tony Romo. I love you, Marion Barber. I like you a lot Julius Jones. T.O., you're okay too.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Final weekend update: Sunday
Friday 12/7/2007
1:45 p.m.
Since it's already a new weekend, I will be brief with my description of last Sunday.
Awoke. Ate a delicious breakfast of berries and granola. Took Christmas decorations to Goodwill. Got dressed. Went to the Titans game. 25th row seats. Rained on us. Ginnie's boyfriend got us in the club level. Great game. Titans won. Went back and packed. Left. Drove in torrential rains. Was very scared. Hydroplaned slightly. Saw my life pass before my eyes. Cried. Had to drive 10 mph because rain was so bad. Made it home around 8:00. Tired and grumpy. Went to grocery. Went home. Laura had news to tell. Met her at Dundee Tavern. Watched the game and ate. Went home. Passed out.
1:45 p.m.
Since it's already a new weekend, I will be brief with my description of last Sunday.
Awoke. Ate a delicious breakfast of berries and granola. Took Christmas decorations to Goodwill. Got dressed. Went to the Titans game. 25th row seats. Rained on us. Ginnie's boyfriend got us in the club level. Great game. Titans won. Went back and packed. Left. Drove in torrential rains. Was very scared. Hydroplaned slightly. Saw my life pass before my eyes. Cried. Had to drive 10 mph because rain was so bad. Made it home around 8:00. Tired and grumpy. Went to grocery. Went home. Laura had news to tell. Met her at Dundee Tavern. Watched the game and ate. Went home. Passed out.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Weekend update: Saturday
Thursday 12/6/2007
10:38 a.m.
Yes, this is a little late for a weekend update, but I haven't had the time to post lately, so deal with it.
As usual, I awoke way too early for a Saturday morning. I guess I have an internal alarm clock that goes off at 6:30 every morning. And being in a different time zone probably didn't help matters any. So, I rolled out of bed, let the dogs out (Who let the dogs out? I did.) and contemplated the days activities.
First stop, Target, for a little caffeine and cough medicine. Warning: Kids, do not try this at home. C & C can be a lethal combination. Warning #2: Never do certain things (readers, I know you know what I'm talking about) before going to the store. What should have taken 10 minutes took about 5 times as long. We looked at clothes, shoes, dishes, teeth whitening products, dog clothes, etc. And worst/ best of all, I nearly got out of there without my cough medicine. Idiot.
After our shopping excursion we got showered and dressed for the day. Next stop, the Vanderbilt/ Georgia Tech basketball game. We had primo seats, pretty much court side, right behind the goal. In fact, I think the left side of my hair was on TV. I'm totally famous now. Since Vandy was putting a whoopin' on GA Tech, we cut out halfway into the second half.
By now it was time for lunch, so we headed to the corner pub for bloody Mary's and the UK game. It took freakin' forever to get our lunch, and by the time we finally got it, we had just enough time to stuff it down and head to the next bar for the SEC Championship - LSU vs. UT. Luckily Greg, Ginnie's boyfriend, had some friends save us a few seats. We walked in to a sea of orange UT fans. While this is great if you're a Tennessee fan, it wasn't really comfortable for the two MS girls who were cheering on the Tigers. And even though we were getting harassed for cheering for a different team, we didn't care. However, we kept the cheering and high fiving to a minimum. You never know when a drunken fan will try to kill you for cheering for the opposing team. People are crazy these days.
Feeling good about our victory (or at least the team we were cheering for) we headed home to get ready for a night of honky tonking. However, once we got home, we got a little too cozy and decided it would be more fun to lounge around in sweatpants instead. So, we decorated Greg's Christmas tree while he played Christmas songs for us on the piano. We didn't have any eggnog or cider, but we did have red wine, which worked just as well.
Following the decorating of the tree, we cooked a little dinner and then played a few rounds of Balderdash. This is a really fun game, however, with only three people, it's pretty easy to pick the right answer. Ginnie was really funny playing this though. When it came to the word "scrogglins" she could not come up with a definition. Nothing. She was frozen like Ralphie's tongue to the flag pole. I defined the word as the remaining part of a frog after it has been prepared for frying. Pretty good, huh?
We finished up our intellectual stimulation for the night, got cozy on the couch, turned on SNL and... passed out!
10:38 a.m.
Yes, this is a little late for a weekend update, but I haven't had the time to post lately, so deal with it.
As usual, I awoke way too early for a Saturday morning. I guess I have an internal alarm clock that goes off at 6:30 every morning. And being in a different time zone probably didn't help matters any. So, I rolled out of bed, let the dogs out (Who let the dogs out? I did.) and contemplated the days activities.
First stop, Target, for a little caffeine and cough medicine. Warning: Kids, do not try this at home. C & C can be a lethal combination. Warning #2: Never do certain things (readers, I know you know what I'm talking about) before going to the store. What should have taken 10 minutes took about 5 times as long. We looked at clothes, shoes, dishes, teeth whitening products, dog clothes, etc. And worst/ best of all, I nearly got out of there without my cough medicine. Idiot.
After our shopping excursion we got showered and dressed for the day. Next stop, the Vanderbilt/ Georgia Tech basketball game. We had primo seats, pretty much court side, right behind the goal. In fact, I think the left side of my hair was on TV. I'm totally famous now. Since Vandy was putting a whoopin' on GA Tech, we cut out halfway into the second half.
By now it was time for lunch, so we headed to the corner pub for bloody Mary's and the UK game. It took freakin' forever to get our lunch, and by the time we finally got it, we had just enough time to stuff it down and head to the next bar for the SEC Championship - LSU vs. UT. Luckily Greg, Ginnie's boyfriend, had some friends save us a few seats. We walked in to a sea of orange UT fans. While this is great if you're a Tennessee fan, it wasn't really comfortable for the two MS girls who were cheering on the Tigers. And even though we were getting harassed for cheering for a different team, we didn't care. However, we kept the cheering and high fiving to a minimum. You never know when a drunken fan will try to kill you for cheering for the opposing team. People are crazy these days.
Feeling good about our victory (or at least the team we were cheering for) we headed home to get ready for a night of honky tonking. However, once we got home, we got a little too cozy and decided it would be more fun to lounge around in sweatpants instead. So, we decorated Greg's Christmas tree while he played Christmas songs for us on the piano. We didn't have any eggnog or cider, but we did have red wine, which worked just as well.
Following the decorating of the tree, we cooked a little dinner and then played a few rounds of Balderdash. This is a really fun game, however, with only three people, it's pretty easy to pick the right answer. Ginnie was really funny playing this though. When it came to the word "scrogglins" she could not come up with a definition. Nothing. She was frozen like Ralphie's tongue to the flag pole. I defined the word as the remaining part of a frog after it has been prepared for frying. Pretty good, huh?
We finished up our intellectual stimulation for the night, got cozy on the couch, turned on SNL and... passed out!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Weekend update: Friday
Tuesday 12/4/2007
9:50 a.m.
I finally got out of work, although it wasn't any earlier than usual. Luckily I am a very neurotic and organized traveler and I had already packed my bags the night before, so I was able to get on the road by 5:30. I arrived in Nashville a little after 7:00 p.m., and even though I was given slightly inaccurate directions, I was able to find my way to Ginnie's boyfriend's house by 7:30.
I haven't seen Ginnie since March, which is far too long, so I was super excited to see her smiling face. I truly believe that Ginnie and I are soul mates, in a strictly heterosexual way. It doesn't matter where we go in our lives, we somehow always end up back together.
I met Ginnie for the first time when we were in high school - on the beach one night in Destin, FL. It just so happens she is cousins with my first serious boyfriend (Who was also my first kiss. We were on a church cotton ride and the kids made a bet that whoever kissed the most would get $10. Now, I don't want to brag or anything, but let's just say, me and my man walked away $5 richer. Boo yah.). And occasionally she would come visit him in Yazoo City. I remember how jealous all the girls were of Ginnie. They were all scared that she was going to take their man, which she could have easily done had she wanted. But Ginnie isn't that kind of person.
After high school I moved to Starkville, MS, where I attended Mississippi State University. And who lived in the same dorm? The boycotter's girlfriend. Oh yeah, and Ginnie. Boy did we act like idiots our freshman year. I'm actually kind of surprised that both of us made it out of that year alive. We were partying like it was 1999*, and were definitely pushing the limits. But we had some great times and made some great memories. It's just too bad I can't remember any of them. Good times, good times.
Unfortunately for me, Ginnie moved to Oxford, MS following our freshman year. She began dating some guy and we really didn't see each other that often. But as fate would have it, I met this really cute guy that went to Ole Miss and we started dating. And the guy's brother - Ginnie's boyfriend. How crazy is that? So, now I was going to Oxford a lot more and Ginnie and I were reunited once again.
Well, we both eventually ended our relationships with the brothers. After that year, Ginnie moved to London to attend school. Boo (for me, yay for her). How would we ever be reunited when she lives all the way across the ocean?
After I graduated college, I immediately moved to Telluride, CO. Ginnie and I would speak every once in awhile, but not nearly enough. I still felt a void in my life. Well, I guess fate stepped in again, because before I knew it, Ginnie was moving to Vail, which was only 4 1/2 hours away from me. (When you live in the mountains, 4 hours is nothing. Everything is so hard to get to, so 4 hours to mountain people is 20 minutes to all of those other losers.) Hooray! Together again!
After getting my fill of life in
I finally get settled into my new home in my fifth state to inhabit in five years, when I hear the good news – Ginnie is moving back to the states. And even better, she’s moving to
Okay, so back to Friday. We got ready and headed out for some sushi. I don’t remember the name of the place, but it was located in a little shopping center. Normally when we go out for sushi in
So, we go in and our host is the cutest little grandpa. He highly resembles the bitter beer face guy, only without the bitter. He led us to the back dining area, which pretty much resembled a living room. It was like we were at our own house (only with Japanese décor) getting waited on. It was great. And the rolls were soooo cheap. I was amazed. What would have cost $10 in
*It was 1999
Friday, November 30, 2007
Is it 5 o'clock yet?
Friday 11/30/2007
2:26 p.m.
So, this has turned out to be the day that will not end. It's almost 2:30 and I feel like I've been at work for 13 hours and 25 minutes. I'm the only one in the office and it is very quiet. It's all I can do to stay awake. My boss has a bucket of chocolate candy that is taunting me, "Eat us. The chocolate will help you stay awake. One little Kit-Kat won't hurt." Right. Before you know it I will have eaten 4 mini Kit-Kats, 3 Reece's Cups and 18 Snickers. No thanks.
I think the real reason why I'm so ready to get out of here is because I will be traveling to Nashville after work. I'm going to stay with my dear friend Ginnie and we are going to have some serious female bonding. We are going out for sushi tonight, hiking tomorrow in the day, going to see Dirty Dozen Brass Band tomorrow night, and then hopefully to the Titans game on Sunday. It looks to be a grand weekend. Hopefully I will be able to fill you in once I return.
2:26 p.m.
So, this has turned out to be the day that will not end. It's almost 2:30 and I feel like I've been at work for 13 hours and 25 minutes. I'm the only one in the office and it is very quiet. It's all I can do to stay awake. My boss has a bucket of chocolate candy that is taunting me, "Eat us. The chocolate will help you stay awake. One little Kit-Kat won't hurt." Right. Before you know it I will have eaten 4 mini Kit-Kats, 3 Reece's Cups and 18 Snickers. No thanks.
I think the real reason why I'm so ready to get out of here is because I will be traveling to Nashville after work. I'm going to stay with my dear friend Ginnie and we are going to have some serious female bonding. We are going out for sushi tonight, hiking tomorrow in the day, going to see Dirty Dozen Brass Band tomorrow night, and then hopefully to the Titans game on Sunday. It looks to be a grand weekend. Hopefully I will be able to fill you in once I return.
Sad day for musings
Friday 11/30/2007
9:07 a.m.
I have some bad news folks. Yesterday at work, our boss informed us that we had to limit our internet usage. Therefore, it seems as though I won't be able to post as much as I have been. I know, I know. It's a hard thing to hear. I almost don't believe it myself. But try to stay strong. I won't forget about you or Paul Rudd. It's not like we're breaking up, we're just taking time apart. I'll still check in on you a few times a week, just not every day. Or maybe this will be a good thing. Now I will just have to suck it up and get a new computer. This could be a good thing after all, a blessing in disguise. I will try to leave you with enough reading material to get you through the next few days. It's just a bump in the road, my friends. We shall overcome.
9:07 a.m.
I have some bad news folks. Yesterday at work, our boss informed us that we had to limit our internet usage. Therefore, it seems as though I won't be able to post as much as I have been. I know, I know. It's a hard thing to hear. I almost don't believe it myself. But try to stay strong. I won't forget about you or Paul Rudd. It's not like we're breaking up, we're just taking time apart. I'll still check in on you a few times a week, just not every day. Or maybe this will be a good thing. Now I will just have to suck it up and get a new computer. This could be a good thing after all, a blessing in disguise. I will try to leave you with enough reading material to get you through the next few days. It's just a bump in the road, my friends. We shall overcome.
Congratulations!
Friday 11/30/2007
8:55 a.m.
I would just like to say a big WHOOP WHOOP for my Cowboys victory over the 10-1 Greenbay Packers last night. My boys are now 11-1 for the season, which is a franchise best for the Cowboys. And my future husband, Mr. Tony Romo, now has 33 touchdowns, breaking the franchise record for passing TDs in a season. But he always scores a touchdown with me, so that's nothing new.
8:55 a.m.
I would just like to say a big WHOOP WHOOP for my Cowboys victory over the 10-1 Greenbay Packers last night. My boys are now 11-1 for the season, which is a franchise best for the Cowboys. And my future husband, Mr. Tony Romo, now has 33 touchdowns, breaking the franchise record for passing TDs in a season. But he always scores a touchdown with me, so that's nothing new.
The votes are in
Friday 11/30/2007
8:34 a.m.
Well, the votes are in and the four of you who voted in the latest poll, unanimously agree that Coach Sylvester Croom is the sexiest SEC coach.
I must say, I have to agree. Sylvester is a man's man. Look at those biceps and that strong jaw. And those glasses.... Ooh wee! Nothing sexier than a man in glasses.
Here are the coaches that are the chopped liver to Croom's caviar:
LSU's Les Miles
Georgia's Mark Richt
Florida's Urban Meyer
Congratulations Sylvester! You are one sexy beast.
(I may be going out on a limb here, but I'm going to assume that those of you who voted are MSU fans. Call me crazy. Better yet, don't.)
8:34 a.m.
Well, the votes are in and the four of you who voted in the latest poll, unanimously agree that Coach Sylvester Croom is the sexiest SEC coach.
I must say, I have to agree. Sylvester is a man's man. Look at those biceps and that strong jaw. And those glasses.... Ooh wee! Nothing sexier than a man in glasses.
Here are the coaches that are the chopped liver to Croom's caviar:
LSU's Les Miles
Georgia's Mark Richt
Florida's Urban Meyer
Congratulations Sylvester! You are one sexy beast.
(I may be going out on a limb here, but I'm going to assume that those of you who voted are MSU fans. Call me crazy. Better yet, don't.)
Long story short
Friday 11/30/2007
8:21 a.m.
I have totally been slacking on posting this week. I offer my most sincere apologies and hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.
As opposed to giving you the detailed play-by-play of the rest of my weekend, I will give you a brief rundown instead.
Friday: Awoke at 6:15. Boycotter and I went jogging. Really. We did. Showered. Ate breakfast. Got back in the car to drive another 2 hours to Starkville. Stop for bourbon on the way. Begin tailgating at 11:00. Game begins at 11:30. Game sucked and we were scoreless until final 7:00 minutes. Bulldogs score 2 touch downs and a field goal to beat the Rebels 17-14. Go Dawgs. Crowd goes wild. Tailgate more. Go to friend's parent's cabin to watch more football and drink more bourbon. Drunk. Go out for sushi. Drink 3 bottles of sake. Go to Dave's Darkhorse Tavern, our favorite bar in college. See lots of people I haven't seen in years. Have a blast. Boycotter doesn't have a blast. Threatens to leave me at the bar. Has no where to go and no car. Doesn't leave me. We stay with an old friend and his girlfriend in the boonies. Pass out.
Saturday: Wake up with a stiff back and a hangover. Drink water. Take a shower. Get dressed. Get coffee and banana. Tour campus. Buy new MSU gear at bookstore. Marvel at the newly remodeled English building (It's about freaking time. When I was a senior, I wrote a letter to the president of the university, informing him that there were holes in the ceiling of the girls bathroom and we felt uncomfortable using it. He actually wrote me back saying that he was going to take the necessary steps to improve the restrooms. See, you can make a difference.) Got lunch. Drove another hour and a half to Jackson to meet my parents. Shop. Shop. Shop. Drink coffee. Go see one of the twin's new house. Go out for sushi, again. Drive another hour home. Lay down on the couch. Pass out.
Sunday: Wake up early. Take a shower. Pack the car. Eat breakfast. Say goodbye. Cry because Leroy can't come with us. Get in the car. Drive for almost 10 hours. Rained the whole drive. Traffic sucks. People are stupid. Tired and annoyed. Sidney farts a lot. Finally get home. Eat dinner. Stay up watching the Eagles/ Patriots game until midnight. Go to bed mad because the Eagles lost. Can't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep until almost 2:00 a.m. Wake up every hour. Finally get up at 6:00. Tired and grumpy.
There you have it.
8:21 a.m.
I have totally been slacking on posting this week. I offer my most sincere apologies and hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.
As opposed to giving you the detailed play-by-play of the rest of my weekend, I will give you a brief rundown instead.
Friday: Awoke at 6:15. Boycotter and I went jogging. Really. We did. Showered. Ate breakfast. Got back in the car to drive another 2 hours to Starkville. Stop for bourbon on the way. Begin tailgating at 11:00. Game begins at 11:30. Game sucked and we were scoreless until final 7:00 minutes. Bulldogs score 2 touch downs and a field goal to beat the Rebels 17-14. Go Dawgs. Crowd goes wild. Tailgate more. Go to friend's parent's cabin to watch more football and drink more bourbon. Drunk. Go out for sushi. Drink 3 bottles of sake. Go to Dave's Darkhorse Tavern, our favorite bar in college. See lots of people I haven't seen in years. Have a blast. Boycotter doesn't have a blast. Threatens to leave me at the bar. Has no where to go and no car. Doesn't leave me. We stay with an old friend and his girlfriend in the boonies. Pass out.
Saturday: Wake up with a stiff back and a hangover. Drink water. Take a shower. Get dressed. Get coffee and banana. Tour campus. Buy new MSU gear at bookstore. Marvel at the newly remodeled English building (It's about freaking time. When I was a senior, I wrote a letter to the president of the university, informing him that there were holes in the ceiling of the girls bathroom and we felt uncomfortable using it. He actually wrote me back saying that he was going to take the necessary steps to improve the restrooms. See, you can make a difference.) Got lunch. Drove another hour and a half to Jackson to meet my parents. Shop. Shop. Shop. Drink coffee. Go see one of the twin's new house. Go out for sushi, again. Drive another hour home. Lay down on the couch. Pass out.
Sunday: Wake up early. Take a shower. Pack the car. Eat breakfast. Say goodbye. Cry because Leroy can't come with us. Get in the car. Drive for almost 10 hours. Rained the whole drive. Traffic sucks. People are stupid. Tired and annoyed. Sidney farts a lot. Finally get home. Eat dinner. Stay up watching the Eagles/ Patriots game until midnight. Go to bed mad because the Eagles lost. Can't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep until almost 2:00 a.m. Wake up every hour. Finally get up at 6:00. Tired and grumpy.
There you have it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thanksgiving update: Thanksgiving Day
Tuesday 11/27/20071:45 p.m.
Thankfully (see, I'm giving thanks on Thanksgiving) the storms had passed by the time we awakened. However, as the storm left, the frigid air entered. We hit up the free breakfast bar downstairs, opting for only cereal since we knew we would be feasting in a few hours.
Following a delicious bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the brushing of my teeth, we were back on the road. Thankfully (there it is again) we only had a couple of hours to drive this time and we made it to the big city of Yazoo around 11:00.
After fading in and out of slumber, I finally awakened in time for the highlight of my day - Cowboys football. I love me some Tony Romo...
...and my dad loves to go against anything I'm cheering for, unless it's Mississippi State. Anyway, he could give a rat's ass about the Jets, but that didn't stop him from yelling for them the entire game. Well, considering that the Cowboys killed them, he didn't really yell all that much. It was a great game and my team is now 10-1. Yee haw.
After claiming yet another victory, my eyes began to get heavy. It was very important that I get a good night's sleep, for Friday was a big day. Oh yes, I can hear the cowbells ringing already. That's right folks, it's Egg Bowl time.
Thankfully (see, I'm giving thanks on Thanksgiving) the storms had passed by the time we awakened. However, as the storm left, the frigid air entered. We hit up the free breakfast bar downstairs, opting for only cereal since we knew we would be feasting in a few hours.
Following a delicious bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the brushing of my teeth, we were back on the road. Thankfully (there it is again) we only had a couple of hours to drive this time and we made it to the big city of Yazoo around 11:00.
No offense to my parents, but the highlight of my trip home had to be seeing the joy and excitement on my beautiful golden retriever's, Leroy Brown Middleton, face.
Every time I see him my heart breaks a little more knowing that I cannot take him with me. Well, it's not that I can't take him, I just have that other brown blob and I don't think my car or my apartment were made for two 100 lb beasts. Anyway, he was excited. My parents were excited. And I was excited to be home.
Every time I see him my heart breaks a little more knowing that I cannot take him with me. Well, it's not that I can't take him, I just have that other brown blob and I don't think my car or my apartment were made for two 100 lb beasts. Anyway, he was excited. My parents were excited. And I was excited to be home.
We had about 45 minutes of rest and we were back in the car headed to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving dinner. I don't know if you've ever been around a bunch of Southerners during the holidays, but let me tell you, these people can eat. There was so much food on the counter that I felt fat just looking at it: Baked turkey, fried turkey, steamed turkey, ham, pork tenderloin, creamed corn, turnip greens, green beans, onion shortbread caserole, asaparagus caserole, cheesy mashed potatoes, brocoli salad, potato salad, cornbread, rolls, potato pie (not to be confused with sweet potato pie), blackberry wine cake, coconut cake, orange squares.... I'm sure there are a few things that I'm leaving out, but you get the idea. Again, thankfully I don't eat meat. After eating until I had to unbutton my pants, it was time for the next Thanksgiving tradition - nap time.
After fading in and out of slumber, I finally awakened in time for the highlight of my day - Cowboys football. I love me some Tony Romo...
...and my dad loves to go against anything I'm cheering for, unless it's Mississippi State. Anyway, he could give a rat's ass about the Jets, but that didn't stop him from yelling for them the entire game. Well, considering that the Cowboys killed them, he didn't really yell all that much. It was a great game and my team is now 10-1. Yee haw.
We watched football until we couldn't watch football anymore. That could only mean one thing - time to eat again. Well, at least for the chubsters in my family. There was no way on Earth that I was going to be able to sit down and eat again. And if I did, I would have to run about 20 miles to burn it all off. But, never fear. The food would not go to waste. My entire family must have a tapeworm because they all went back for more. Ugh.
Finally I was able to wrangle my parents away from the food and to the car so we could head home. There was only one thing that would make the holiday complete and that's a fierce game of Scrabble.
Now, I'm a competitive person by nature. I don't care what it is - cards, board games, horseshoes, horse races, whatever - I do not like to lose. The boycotter, dad and I sat down to the board. It wasn't looking so good for me at first, as both of them were ahead of me in points. But as everyone should know, that could only last for so long. As far as I can remember, my father hasn't beaten me at Scrabble in the past three years or so. And the boycotter? Never. I am always victorious. For me, losing a game of Scrabble would be like Reggie Miller losing horse to Midget Mack. It ain't happening.
Now, I'm a competitive person by nature. I don't care what it is - cards, board games, horseshoes, horse races, whatever - I do not like to lose. The boycotter, dad and I sat down to the board. It wasn't looking so good for me at first, as both of them were ahead of me in points. But as everyone should know, that could only last for so long. As far as I can remember, my father hasn't beaten me at Scrabble in the past three years or so. And the boycotter? Never. I am always victorious. For me, losing a game of Scrabble would be like Reggie Miller losing horse to Midget Mack. It ain't happening.
After claiming yet another victory, my eyes began to get heavy. It was very important that I get a good night's sleep, for Friday was a big day. Oh yes, I can hear the cowbells ringing already. That's right folks, it's Egg Bowl time.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thanksgiving update: The trip home
Monday 11/26/2007
10:30 a.m.
Welcome back my dear readers. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday. If you are like me, you are a few pounds heavier and a lot more tired than when you left.
As most of you know, the boycotter and I went home to MS to visit my family for the weekend. The trip started off fairly well. We left Louisville around 1:30 anticipating the next 8 1/2 hours we would spend in the car. The ride wouldn't have been too bad had it not been raining the entire way and had Sidney not have filled the car with noxious fumes. Other than that, all was well. We were making pretty good time, considering the rain, which wasn't that bad either. However, the minute we crossed into MS from TN, the bottom fell out. It was raining cats and dogs. Really. I saw three Siamese kitties, two Chows and a Golden Doodle.
10:30 a.m.
Welcome back my dear readers. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday. If you are like me, you are a few pounds heavier and a lot more tired than when you left.
As most of you know, the boycotter and I went home to MS to visit my family for the weekend. The trip started off fairly well. We left Louisville around 1:30 anticipating the next 8 1/2 hours we would spend in the car. The ride wouldn't have been too bad had it not been raining the entire way and had Sidney not have filled the car with noxious fumes. Other than that, all was well. We were making pretty good time, considering the rain, which wasn't that bad either. However, the minute we crossed into MS from TN, the bottom fell out. It was raining cats and dogs. Really. I saw three Siamese kitties, two Chows and a Golden Doodle.
Rather than risk our lives by driving into the eye of a tornado, we opted to get a hotel in Southaven, MS for the night. If anyone is contemplating starting their own business, open a hotel that allows pets. It took us forever to find a place where my poor Sidney could sleep with us. Finally we found the Drury Inn.
Not only do they allow pets, this place still has smoking rooms. I didn't know those still existed. So, we got our room and then went to grab some grub so that we wouldn't have to brave the storm again.
Not only do they allow pets, this place still has smoking rooms. I didn't know those still existed. So, we got our room and then went to grab some grub so that we wouldn't have to brave the storm again.
Before picking which fast food chain was going to clog our arteries for the night, it was imperative that we stop by a liquor store first. If you know me, you know how terrified I am of storms. And after all of that time we had been in the car, I was in need of a stiff drink. So, we purchased the best bottle of Maker's they had and headed to Wendy's. Luckily I don't eat meat, so I don't have to worry about the high cholesterol and fat content of a side salad.
So, we made it back to the hotel safely, moved our luggage and big brown baby to our room and settled in for the night. Ahh...what could be better than drinking bourbon out of plastic cups and eating a salad on your bed? Nothing. After a few drinks and a puff puff pass, it was time to do what I normally do at that time - pass out.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Gobble Gobble
Wednesday 11/21/2007
11:15 a.m.
I just want to wish all of my devoted readers, as well as those just passing by, to have a wonderful Thanksgiving. More than likely, I will not be around a computer for the next few days, so I won't be posting. However, I am going to be spending some time in the great city of Yazoo, where I am sure to find books of worthy posting material, as well as photos.
Be safe in all your travels. There will undoubtedly be maniacal drivers on the road, some of which are drunk. Watch out for them. And don't forget to plug in your radar detectors. I know you have a need for speed and I don't want you to get ticketed.
If you eat a lot of food, no one wants to hear you bitch about how you feel fat. Just don't do it. If you eat too much, that's your own damn fault, not anyone elses. And if you drink a lot of eggnog or wine, try not to drive. It's tempting. Fight it. Get sober granny or Aunt Melba to give you a lift to the bar. Then get a cab home.
Okay, enough of that. Have a great holiday and remember to cheer for the best team in the Egg Bowl. The one whose mascot is an animal. The same as Georgia's mascot.
Oh yeah, and give thanks.
11:15 a.m.
I just want to wish all of my devoted readers, as well as those just passing by, to have a wonderful Thanksgiving. More than likely, I will not be around a computer for the next few days, so I won't be posting. However, I am going to be spending some time in the great city of Yazoo, where I am sure to find books of worthy posting material, as well as photos.
Be safe in all your travels. There will undoubtedly be maniacal drivers on the road, some of which are drunk. Watch out for them. And don't forget to plug in your radar detectors. I know you have a need for speed and I don't want you to get ticketed.
If you eat a lot of food, no one wants to hear you bitch about how you feel fat. Just don't do it. If you eat too much, that's your own damn fault, not anyone elses. And if you drink a lot of eggnog or wine, try not to drive. It's tempting. Fight it. Get sober granny or Aunt Melba to give you a lift to the bar. Then get a cab home.
Okay, enough of that. Have a great holiday and remember to cheer for the best team in the Egg Bowl. The one whose mascot is an animal. The same as Georgia's mascot.
Oh yeah, and give thanks.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
She's back
Tuesday 11/20/2007
1:50 p.m.
Remember the slightly overweight woman I have mentioned in previous posts? Well, to my delight, I saw her as I was returning for lunch. And my assumption was right. Do you know what she had in her hand as she slowly strolled towards the building? That's right. A Rally's bag and a big Rally's drink. I knew she couldn't resist the Toasted Double Melt with pepperjack cheese.
That warm, toasty burger with two juicy, hand-seasoned, all-beef patties topped with seasoned grilled onions, creamy cheddar cheese sauce, mayonnaise and pepperjack cheese, all served on bakery fresh toasted sourdough bread just melts in her mouth. And that extra bacon on the side is like icing on that huge Kroger cake she was carrying that day.
Well, we reached the door at the same time. She and her equally sized co-worker went in ahead of me. And do you think they held the door open for the semi-skinny girl? No. I was literally 2 seconds behind them and they didn't even hold the door. My only guess is that one day she googled "Rally's", my blog came up, and she read what I wrote about her.
1:50 p.m.
Remember the slightly overweight woman I have mentioned in previous posts? Well, to my delight, I saw her as I was returning for lunch. And my assumption was right. Do you know what she had in her hand as she slowly strolled towards the building? That's right. A Rally's bag and a big Rally's drink. I knew she couldn't resist the Toasted Double Melt with pepperjack cheese.
Well, we reached the door at the same time. She and her equally sized co-worker went in ahead of me. And do you think they held the door open for the semi-skinny girl? No. I was literally 2 seconds behind them and they didn't even hold the door. My only guess is that one day she googled "Rally's", my blog came up, and she read what I wrote about her.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
As the Crows fly
Friday 11/16/2007
9:07 a.m.
I'm very excited at the moment, as two of my best friends from childhood are in Louisville. I met Mollie and Katie Crow way back in the first grade. Mollie was in Mrs. Mitchell's class with me (the smart class) and Katie was in Mrs. Claiborne's class (not the smart class). We instantly became best friends. When I first met them, it was pretty hard to tell them apart (they're twins, by the way). So, I made up this great little rhyme. Mollie is pretty, Katie is cute. Mollie wears sneakers, Katie wears boots. Pretty clever, right?
Well, Katie had this pair of brown boots that she used to wear every day. Winter, spring, summer, fall, she was wearing her boots.
One day my parents took Faith, the twins and me out to my grandfather's house to do a little fishing. We were out there awhile, running around like little kids do - eating watermelon, drinking sodas. Well, after an hour or so out there, Faith has to go potty. Only, we're out in a pond in the country. There is no potty for miles. Well, having spent a lot of time out in the country and in the woods, I was fully comfortable with becoming one with mother nature. Faith, on the other hand, was not so familiar with the unenclosed outhouse. So, Faith and Katie wander off to find a nice secluded place to let the juices flow, so to speak. Faith squats down, and before Katie has a chance to move her feet, her favorite boots are now a slightly different shade of brown. After that incident, I never saw the boots again.
The first time I ever drank coffee I was with Mollie and Katie. We were over at their house and her mom had just brewed a fresh pot of java.
We were probably 10 year old, way too young to drink coffee, and Mollie and Katie were like, "Can we have some coffee?" Apparently they were addicted to the stuff at this point. "Do you want some?" they asked. Well duh. I'm not going to look like the loser who's scared to drink a little coffee. Of course I want some. Bring on the caffeine. So, I poured me a little cup. I poured me a little sugar. Took me a little sip. BLECK (I don't know if that is a word or not, but the onomatopoeia is on point.) That was some nasty shite. So anyway, I forced down as much coffee I could drink and tried not to puke.
Shortly after our morning cup of Joe we ran outside to play in the yard. Well, running around and playing kickball gets old after a while. What do we do next? Let's climb a tree. Oh yeah, brilliant idea.
By this time my coffee buzz is in full effect. I start climbing, higher, higher. Great, this is so much fun. What a great view up here. Why do I feel dizzy all of a sudden? Just about that time - crack, crash, thud. That's right. I fell out of the tree. I'm laying on the ground, thinking I'm dead and vowing that I will never drink coffee again. Thinking back on this memory really makes me want a latte.
One time in Jr. high or high school, Mollie, Katie and I were shopping at Walmart. After shopping for a while, all three of us had to go to the bathroom.
Well, only two stalls were available and all three of us had to go. So, what do we do? Double up. One twin and I were in one stall and the other twin was in the other. Well, I guess something I had eaten earlier didn't agree with me, because once we got in there I accidentally eeked out a really loud fart. We were dying out laughing, not of embarrassment, but of the sheer hilarity of the situation. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit that I farted in a Walmart bathroom. I mean, come on people. Raise your hand if you have never passed gas while walking down the CD aisle or the makeup aisle. I know your just crop dusting your way through the store. Don't lie. I've walked through a few in my day. Everybody does it. Now shut up.
(As the morning goes by, I'm sure I will think of more stories to entertain you.)
9:07 a.m.
I'm very excited at the moment, as two of my best friends from childhood are in Louisville. I met Mollie and Katie Crow way back in the first grade. Mollie was in Mrs. Mitchell's class with me (the smart class) and Katie was in Mrs. Claiborne's class (not the smart class). We instantly became best friends. When I first met them, it was pretty hard to tell them apart (they're twins, by the way). So, I made up this great little rhyme. Mollie is pretty, Katie is cute. Mollie wears sneakers, Katie wears boots. Pretty clever, right?
Well, Katie had this pair of brown boots that she used to wear every day. Winter, spring, summer, fall, she was wearing her boots.
One day my parents took Faith, the twins and me out to my grandfather's house to do a little fishing. We were out there awhile, running around like little kids do - eating watermelon, drinking sodas. Well, after an hour or so out there, Faith has to go potty. Only, we're out in a pond in the country. There is no potty for miles. Well, having spent a lot of time out in the country and in the woods, I was fully comfortable with becoming one with mother nature. Faith, on the other hand, was not so familiar with the unenclosed outhouse. So, Faith and Katie wander off to find a nice secluded place to let the juices flow, so to speak. Faith squats down, and before Katie has a chance to move her feet, her favorite boots are now a slightly different shade of brown. After that incident, I never saw the boots again.
The first time I ever drank coffee I was with Mollie and Katie. We were over at their house and her mom had just brewed a fresh pot of java.
We were probably 10 year old, way too young to drink coffee, and Mollie and Katie were like, "Can we have some coffee?" Apparently they were addicted to the stuff at this point. "Do you want some?" they asked. Well duh. I'm not going to look like the loser who's scared to drink a little coffee. Of course I want some. Bring on the caffeine. So, I poured me a little cup. I poured me a little sugar. Took me a little sip. BLECK (I don't know if that is a word or not, but the onomatopoeia is on point.) That was some nasty shite. So anyway, I forced down as much coffee I could drink and tried not to puke.
Shortly after our morning cup of Joe we ran outside to play in the yard. Well, running around and playing kickball gets old after a while. What do we do next? Let's climb a tree. Oh yeah, brilliant idea.
By this time my coffee buzz is in full effect. I start climbing, higher, higher. Great, this is so much fun. What a great view up here. Why do I feel dizzy all of a sudden? Just about that time - crack, crash, thud. That's right. I fell out of the tree. I'm laying on the ground, thinking I'm dead and vowing that I will never drink coffee again. Thinking back on this memory really makes me want a latte.
One time in Jr. high or high school, Mollie, Katie and I were shopping at Walmart. After shopping for a while, all three of us had to go to the bathroom.
Well, only two stalls were available and all three of us had to go. So, what do we do? Double up. One twin and I were in one stall and the other twin was in the other. Well, I guess something I had eaten earlier didn't agree with me, because once we got in there I accidentally eeked out a really loud fart. We were dying out laughing, not of embarrassment, but of the sheer hilarity of the situation. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit that I farted in a Walmart bathroom. I mean, come on people. Raise your hand if you have never passed gas while walking down the CD aisle or the makeup aisle. I know your just crop dusting your way through the store. Don't lie. I've walked through a few in my day. Everybody does it. Now shut up.
(As the morning goes by, I'm sure I will think of more stories to entertain you.)
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Grin and bear it?
Wednesday 11/14/2007
11:13 a.m.
I had the most horrific dream last night. Two of my friends had come to visit me in Louisville. Since the weather was nice and the leaves were changing, I decided that we should take a little road trip to the wilderness. I'm not exactly sure where we were, but I'll just say we were driving through the Red River Gorge.
Now, are you picturing this? The sky is a cloudless blue with the sun shining brightly. We are cruising down the dirt road, radio blasting, windows rolled down. The day couldn't be more perfect. We pass by a trickling stream, some happy campers, some nice rock formations, huge bears. Wait. What? Bears?
As we drive along more bears start coming out of the woods. And these bears are not happy. They're extremely pissed off and very aggressive. Each one tries to jump out at us as we pass them by. At this point we start hauling ass, trying not to hit them. But the faster we go and the farther we get down the road, the bears become larger and more aggressive. Finally, as we near the end of the road this one mammoth-sized bear - I mean, this thing had to be about 7 or 8 feet tall and weigh about 900 lbs. HUGE - jumps on top of our car, which is a Land Rover by the way.
Well, we're freaking out, screaming and crying. Somehow we manage to throw the bear off of our car. Unfortunately it landed on the car behind us. This is when the dream gets really horrific. The bear completely destroyed the car. It ripped of the car roof like it was peeling the lid from a can of soup. And the passengers, well, may god rest their souls.
This was probably one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. I woke up in a panic, thinking there was a bear in my room. Sidney, who somewhat resembles a bear, must have gotten in my bed at some point during the night and caused me to dream of that big brown beast. Now, obviously I'm not going to get attacked by a mad pack of bears anytime soon (knock on wood). So what does this all mean?
One interpretation says that a bear in a dream is a very rich and complicated dream symbol. In order to understand it, objective association need to be made. Bears are solitary animals and the females are solitary mothers. They hibernate in a cave and they are generally not predatory animals. A bear is only aggressive when provoked, and as such times he is dangerous and deadly. Bears in dreams may represent a period of introspection and depression. However, this may be a part of a healing cycle, where the dreamer has retreated into himself in order to regenerate and in order to create something new and valuable in his life. Bears are highly regarded symbols in a variety of cultures and traditions, including the Native American tradition. Carl Jung said that all wild animal represent latent affects (feelings and emotions). The interpretation of the bear in a dream may be influenced by your perception of it and by the events in the dream. The bear may represent qualities in your character or specific aspects of your personality. Bears are usually associated with danger and aggression, but this is a very narrow view of this powerful dream symbol.
From now on the only bears I want to dream about better have a belly badge or a rubbery textured confectionery.
11:13 a.m.
I had the most horrific dream last night. Two of my friends had come to visit me in Louisville. Since the weather was nice and the leaves were changing, I decided that we should take a little road trip to the wilderness. I'm not exactly sure where we were, but I'll just say we were driving through the Red River Gorge.
Now, are you picturing this? The sky is a cloudless blue with the sun shining brightly. We are cruising down the dirt road, radio blasting, windows rolled down. The day couldn't be more perfect. We pass by a trickling stream, some happy campers, some nice rock formations, huge bears. Wait. What? Bears?
As we drive along more bears start coming out of the woods. And these bears are not happy. They're extremely pissed off and very aggressive. Each one tries to jump out at us as we pass them by. At this point we start hauling ass, trying not to hit them. But the faster we go and the farther we get down the road, the bears become larger and more aggressive. Finally, as we near the end of the road this one mammoth-sized bear - I mean, this thing had to be about 7 or 8 feet tall and weigh about 900 lbs. HUGE - jumps on top of our car, which is a Land Rover by the way.
Well, we're freaking out, screaming and crying. Somehow we manage to throw the bear off of our car. Unfortunately it landed on the car behind us. This is when the dream gets really horrific. The bear completely destroyed the car. It ripped of the car roof like it was peeling the lid from a can of soup. And the passengers, well, may god rest their souls.
This was probably one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. I woke up in a panic, thinking there was a bear in my room. Sidney, who somewhat resembles a bear, must have gotten in my bed at some point during the night and caused me to dream of that big brown beast. Now, obviously I'm not going to get attacked by a mad pack of bears anytime soon (knock on wood). So what does this all mean?
One interpretation says that a bear in a dream is a very rich and complicated dream symbol. In order to understand it, objective association need to be made. Bears are solitary animals and the females are solitary mothers. They hibernate in a cave and they are generally not predatory animals. A bear is only aggressive when provoked, and as such times he is dangerous and deadly. Bears in dreams may represent a period of introspection and depression. However, this may be a part of a healing cycle, where the dreamer has retreated into himself in order to regenerate and in order to create something new and valuable in his life. Bears are highly regarded symbols in a variety of cultures and traditions, including the Native American tradition. Carl Jung said that all wild animal represent latent affects (feelings and emotions). The interpretation of the bear in a dream may be influenced by your perception of it and by the events in the dream. The bear may represent qualities in your character or specific aspects of your personality. Bears are usually associated with danger and aggression, but this is a very narrow view of this powerful dream symbol.
From now on the only bears I want to dream about better have a belly badge or a rubbery textured confectionery.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Adventures in babysitting
Tuesday 11/13/2007
8:47 a.m.
Well, well, well... The polls are closed and the votes are in. When asked who would you trust to watch your child, an overwhelming 85% of you said you would feel most comfortable having a well-trained chimpanzee look after your kid.
Following the chimp, little Suri Cruise received one vote.
And in a shocking upset, not one person felt that they could trust Michael Jackson or Britney Spears to watch over their children. I can't imagine why. Both former pop-stars are great parents with their own children.
8:47 a.m.
Well, well, well... The polls are closed and the votes are in. When asked who would you trust to watch your child, an overwhelming 85% of you said you would feel most comfortable having a well-trained chimpanzee look after your kid.
Following the chimp, little Suri Cruise received one vote.
And in a shocking upset, not one person felt that they could trust Michael Jackson or Britney Spears to watch over their children. I can't imagine why. Both former pop-stars are great parents with their own children.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Weekend Update: Friday
Monday 11/12/2007
10:13 a.m.
I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve updated you lovely readers on my weekend events. Have you felt like something important in your life, say like your leg or your dog, was missing? Did you wake up one morning and think, “Oh my god. I have no idea what she did this weekend? What am I going to do?” Well, I offer my most sincere apologies and vow to make a strong effort to update you on a regular basis.
So, here we go. Friday was pretty great. After work the boycotter and I drove to Bloomington, IN to see the number 3 band on my list of Top 5 Favorite Bands: Umprhey’s McGee (1. Widespread Panic 2. Talking Heads 3. Umphrey’s McGee 4. Led Zeppelin 5. Calexico - this list is subject to change depending on my mood and the time of the month).
If you are a Panic fan and have been for a decade or more, you will know what I’m talking about here. You know that feeling of excitement you get when you’re on your way to a show? It’s sort of like the night before Christmas. You know you’re about to get some gifts. Yes, they’ll probably be a pair of socks and maybe a sweater that you don’t really want, but that’s okay. Because under that tree is also a Playstation 3, a new laptop, the latest ipod and a flat-screen plasma t.v. Oh, and in your stocking, a $250 gift certificate to Best Buy. Well, here lately, that’s the feeling I get before I go to an Umphrey’s show. I guess you could say they’re my new Panic. Not that they would ever replace my boys from GA, they’re just gaining on them in the last stretch.
So, we get to Bloomington and have no freaking clue where they are playing.
I thought I read (a.k.a. assumed) they were playing at the basketball arena. Well, that wasn’t correct. Luckily we saw some crazy colored lights and some pseudo hippies and figured we were headed in the right direction. We run to the box office to get tickets and these morons are taking freaking forever. So, of course, we miss the first song. That’s okay though. It’s only one song. We will survive. We finally get our tickets, pick our seats in the nearly empty balcony and prepare to get our groove on.
The venue is a pretty small theater, much more intimate and enjoyable than a basketball arena. And we pretty much have the balcony to ourselves, which is great. At the last Umphrey’s show we saw, we didn’t really have room to fully get down to the ground with our sweet dance moves. However, this time, we had the whole row to ourselves and I was able to play my air guitar until my pulmonary-stenosis affected heart was content. And while we were roboting and sliding our way around the aisles, the rest of the losers (not that I am a loser) were just sitting around like they were watching Les Mis or something. Attention losers: You are at a rock’n’roll concert. It is acceptable to stand up and dance. In fact, it is practically illegal not to. Stand up and move. You will feel better and will probably burn a few calories at the same time.
The first set seemed to fly by, and with it our bourbon buzz. Yes, this lovely theater on a college campus sold no alcohol. Nothing. They didn’t even have snacks. All they had to offer was water and Coke products. Yay. Luckily I was still having “tooth pains” and had something that could ease my suffering.
Ahem.
Here’s the first set:
Set I: Andy's Last Beer, Divisions> Ringo> Dear Lord> Ringo, Mullet (Over), The Haunt> Divisions
After a quick set break, the boys were back and ready to rock. Luckily those boring non-dancers from the first set left and some energetic new blood filled their seats. They kicked off the second set with a nice reggae version of Pink Floyd’s “Breathe.” Following that was a brand spanking new tune, that had moments reminiscent of Don’t Fear the Reaper. It had my head ringing for sure. And next up, one of my favorite songs to spazz out to, “Hurt Bird Bath”. Now, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression when I say I “spazz out”. I don’t start having seizures or anything and I don’t start dancing around like I’m doing the African Anteater ritual (Ronald Miller is the coolest).
When I say that I “spazz out,” I simply mean that I get very into my air guitar. I somewhat start to channel Jake and his movements and I become one with the band.
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Does this make me crazy or a freak in your eyes? Hopefully not. I just appreciate music and their level of talent and in hopes that I could ever even dream of playing one note that they do, I try to emulate their every waking move (creepy laughter and hand rubbing ensues). I kid, I kid. I totally sound like a psycho. I just like to rock out.
Here’s the second set:
Set II: Breathe> The Floor, Hurt Bird Bath, Slacker> Sweetness> Slacker, Alex's House> Prowler> Breathe
So, during the end of Prowler, they totally teased my all time favorite song, “The Triple Wide.” I just knew they were going to play it. I’ve only heard it a couple of times live and the boycotter has never heard it. Just once, I thought they were going to make my day. WRONG. Those jerks didn’t play it. Oh, but I looked at the setlist for the following night. And you know what they played? Yeah. “The Triple Wide.”
They can kiss my triple wide ass. Kidding again. I love you guys. They did, however, encore Much Obliged, which always rocks and the kick-ass Fugazi cover, Waiting Room.
The first time I heard them play this song was at Tipitina’s in New Orleans during Jazz Fest.
This was the longest show I have ever seen in my life. Literally. We got there at midnight and they began playing shortly afterwards. I don’t know what time it was when they took their set break, but I’m guessing it was somewhere around 3:00 a.m. Gabbi La-La and her freaky ass came out and played during the break and then stayed on stage with them for a few songs.
It was pretty bad ass. But by about 4:45 I was starting to struggle. At some point in the morning, I remember leaning my head on a post (while standing up) and taking a quick nap.
Well, around 6:00 the show was over. Or was it? One more song. I didn’t think I had any energy left in my body to even shake my booty one time to the right. Well, then Ryan kicks off that bass beat and people start screaming “I am a patient boy…” and suddenly I was revived.
I no longer felt like I was in the waiting room. I could dance again. It was a miracle. Well, then the song ended and we walked outside to be blinded by the sun and the faces of the sketched out hippies. That’s always the first thing I like to see when I walk out into the morning dew.
Anyway, what was I talking about before I started rambling? Oh yes, so, the show was great. We opted to drive back instead of spending money on a hotel. I started the journey and made it all the way to I-65 before my eyes began to get heavy, heavier, closed. Thankfully, the boycotter is a trooper and drove the rest of the way. I wanted to stay awake and talk to make sure he was alert while driving, but after about 2 minutes in the passenger seat, I was on my way to Snoozieville, not to be confused with Louisville. Somehow that’s where we ended up though.
10:13 a.m.
I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve updated you lovely readers on my weekend events. Have you felt like something important in your life, say like your leg or your dog, was missing? Did you wake up one morning and think, “Oh my god. I have no idea what she did this weekend? What am I going to do?” Well, I offer my most sincere apologies and vow to make a strong effort to update you on a regular basis.
So, here we go. Friday was pretty great. After work the boycotter and I drove to Bloomington, IN to see the number 3 band on my list of Top 5 Favorite Bands: Umprhey’s McGee (1. Widespread Panic 2. Talking Heads 3. Umphrey’s McGee 4. Led Zeppelin 5. Calexico - this list is subject to change depending on my mood and the time of the month).
If you are a Panic fan and have been for a decade or more, you will know what I’m talking about here. You know that feeling of excitement you get when you’re on your way to a show? It’s sort of like the night before Christmas. You know you’re about to get some gifts. Yes, they’ll probably be a pair of socks and maybe a sweater that you don’t really want, but that’s okay. Because under that tree is also a Playstation 3, a new laptop, the latest ipod and a flat-screen plasma t.v. Oh, and in your stocking, a $250 gift certificate to Best Buy. Well, here lately, that’s the feeling I get before I go to an Umphrey’s show. I guess you could say they’re my new Panic. Not that they would ever replace my boys from GA, they’re just gaining on them in the last stretch.
So, we get to Bloomington and have no freaking clue where they are playing.
I thought I read (a.k.a. assumed) they were playing at the basketball arena. Well, that wasn’t correct. Luckily we saw some crazy colored lights and some pseudo hippies and figured we were headed in the right direction. We run to the box office to get tickets and these morons are taking freaking forever. So, of course, we miss the first song. That’s okay though. It’s only one song. We will survive. We finally get our tickets, pick our seats in the nearly empty balcony and prepare to get our groove on.
The venue is a pretty small theater, much more intimate and enjoyable than a basketball arena. And we pretty much have the balcony to ourselves, which is great. At the last Umphrey’s show we saw, we didn’t really have room to fully get down to the ground with our sweet dance moves. However, this time, we had the whole row to ourselves and I was able to play my air guitar until my pulmonary-stenosis affected heart was content. And while we were roboting and sliding our way around the aisles, the rest of the losers (not that I am a loser) were just sitting around like they were watching Les Mis or something. Attention losers: You are at a rock’n’roll concert. It is acceptable to stand up and dance. In fact, it is practically illegal not to. Stand up and move. You will feel better and will probably burn a few calories at the same time.
The first set seemed to fly by, and with it our bourbon buzz. Yes, this lovely theater on a college campus sold no alcohol. Nothing. They didn’t even have snacks. All they had to offer was water and Coke products. Yay. Luckily I was still having “tooth pains” and had something that could ease my suffering.
Ahem.
Here’s the first set:
Set I: Andy's Last Beer, Divisions> Ringo> Dear Lord> Ringo, Mullet (Over), The Haunt> Divisions
After a quick set break, the boys were back and ready to rock. Luckily those boring non-dancers from the first set left and some energetic new blood filled their seats. They kicked off the second set with a nice reggae version of Pink Floyd’s “Breathe.” Following that was a brand spanking new tune, that had moments reminiscent of Don’t Fear the Reaper. It had my head ringing for sure. And next up, one of my favorite songs to spazz out to, “Hurt Bird Bath”. Now, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression when I say I “spazz out”. I don’t start having seizures or anything and I don’t start dancing around like I’m doing the African Anteater ritual (Ronald Miller is the coolest).
When I say that I “spazz out,” I simply mean that I get very into my air guitar. I somewhat start to channel Jake and his movements and I become one with the band.
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Does this make me crazy or a freak in your eyes? Hopefully not. I just appreciate music and their level of talent and in hopes that I could ever even dream of playing one note that they do, I try to emulate their every waking move (creepy laughter and hand rubbing ensues). I kid, I kid. I totally sound like a psycho. I just like to rock out.
Here’s the second set:
Set II: Breathe> The Floor, Hurt Bird Bath, Slacker> Sweetness> Slacker, Alex's House> Prowler> Breathe
So, during the end of Prowler, they totally teased my all time favorite song, “The Triple Wide.” I just knew they were going to play it. I’ve only heard it a couple of times live and the boycotter has never heard it. Just once, I thought they were going to make my day. WRONG. Those jerks didn’t play it. Oh, but I looked at the setlist for the following night. And you know what they played? Yeah. “The Triple Wide.”
They can kiss my triple wide ass. Kidding again. I love you guys. They did, however, encore Much Obliged, which always rocks and the kick-ass Fugazi cover, Waiting Room.
The first time I heard them play this song was at Tipitina’s in New Orleans during Jazz Fest.
This was the longest show I have ever seen in my life. Literally. We got there at midnight and they began playing shortly afterwards. I don’t know what time it was when they took their set break, but I’m guessing it was somewhere around 3:00 a.m. Gabbi La-La and her freaky ass came out and played during the break and then stayed on stage with them for a few songs.
It was pretty bad ass. But by about 4:45 I was starting to struggle. At some point in the morning, I remember leaning my head on a post (while standing up) and taking a quick nap.
Well, around 6:00 the show was over. Or was it? One more song. I didn’t think I had any energy left in my body to even shake my booty one time to the right. Well, then Ryan kicks off that bass beat and people start screaming “I am a patient boy…” and suddenly I was revived.
I no longer felt like I was in the waiting room. I could dance again. It was a miracle. Well, then the song ended and we walked outside to be blinded by the sun and the faces of the sketched out hippies. That’s always the first thing I like to see when I walk out into the morning dew.
Anyway, what was I talking about before I started rambling? Oh yes, so, the show was great. We opted to drive back instead of spending money on a hotel. I started the journey and made it all the way to I-65 before my eyes began to get heavy, heavier, closed. Thankfully, the boycotter is a trooper and drove the rest of the way. I wanted to stay awake and talk to make sure he was alert while driving, but after about 2 minutes in the passenger seat, I was on my way to Snoozieville, not to be confused with Louisville. Somehow that’s where we ended up though.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Kiss the mountain air (just don't make out with it)
Friday 11/9/2007
8:40 a.m.
Good morning devoted readers. What better way to start off your morning with the sweet musical styling of a beautiful violinist? Well, I can think of a few ways that might be better to start your day (wink, wink), but this is a G-rated blog and I won't go there. At least not until I've had my first cup of coffee. Then the freak comes out. Anyway, a friend of mine passed this on to me and it would be shameful not to share it with you. Here is a couple doing their best, if not better version of my favorite band's song "Surprise Valley". Enjoy.
8:40 a.m.
Good morning devoted readers. What better way to start off your morning with the sweet musical styling of a beautiful violinist? Well, I can think of a few ways that might be better to start your day (wink, wink), but this is a G-rated blog and I won't go there. At least not until I've had my first cup of coffee. Then the freak comes out. Anyway, a friend of mine passed this on to me and it would be shameful not to share it with you. Here is a couple doing their best, if not better version of my favorite band's song "Surprise Valley". Enjoy.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
The land I live in
Thursday 11/8/2007
11:24 a.m.
I happened to come across a gem of a video today, ladies and gentleman. As a child, I would spend countless hours glued in front of the television watching MTV, which my parents specifically told me no to do. I guess I've always been kind of a rebel. Anyway, one video I will never forget is Genesis' "Land of Confusion." It's not really a scary video, but I remember being really haunted by it. And if I saw it at night before I went to bed, I would definitely dream in claymation.
The video was actually very political. The lyrics discuss the greed and uncertainty of the Cold War-era 1980s, while at the same time evoke a sense of hope for the future. And it features such figures as Ronald Regan, Margaret Thatcher, Henry Kissinger, Benito Mussolini, Leonid Brezhnev and Richard Nixon. Appearances were also made by Sly Stallone, Prince, Bill Cosby, Elton John, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Dolly Parton.
So, sit back, relax, grab a bag of popcorn and enjoy:
11:24 a.m.
I happened to come across a gem of a video today, ladies and gentleman. As a child, I would spend countless hours glued in front of the television watching MTV, which my parents specifically told me no to do. I guess I've always been kind of a rebel. Anyway, one video I will never forget is Genesis' "Land of Confusion." It's not really a scary video, but I remember being really haunted by it. And if I saw it at night before I went to bed, I would definitely dream in claymation.
The video was actually very political. The lyrics discuss the greed and uncertainty of the Cold War-era 1980s, while at the same time evoke a sense of hope for the future. And it features such figures as Ronald Regan, Margaret Thatcher, Henry Kissinger, Benito Mussolini, Leonid Brezhnev and Richard Nixon. Appearances were also made by Sly Stallone, Prince, Bill Cosby, Elton John, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Dolly Parton.
So, sit back, relax, grab a bag of popcorn and enjoy:
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
What ever happened to...
Tuesday 11/6/2007
2:49 p.m.
What ever happened to Pudding Pops?
Remember those frosty delicious Jell-O Popsicle treats that Bill Cosby used to push? Oh my gosh. I couldn't wait to get home from school every day to get my afternoon treat. There was a time when you could walk into any home on the block and you were guaranteed to find one frozen bar of chocolate, vanilla or chocolate vanilla swirled joy. But now that I look back, I can't even remember the last time I had a Pudding Pop. What the hell happened to them?
Well, apparently they were removed from your grocer's shelves sometime in the late '80s or early '90s. Since then there has been an online petition to bring the Pudding Pop back. I actually remember signing this about three or four years ago. When asked by a consumer, "What happened to Jello-O Pudding Pops", here was their response:
Thanks for visiting our Web Site regarding the availability of JELL O Pudding Pops. Whenever a decision is made to discontinue any product, it is reluctantly done after extensive research. We wish we had more enthusiastic consumer like you, but there were not enough consumers buying our product to support its continued production. Of course it consumers become interested, we will consider putting it back on the market. We will forward your comments to our marketing staff for their benefit.
We appreciate your interest, and please visit our site again soon!
Well, Pudding Pops are back, only not the originals.
Apparently Popsicle put out the new Jell-O Pudding Pops. While they are the same flavors and same appearance, reviews show these are not the Pudding Pops we fell in love with as children. If you are like me and the thousands of others out there who would like to taste the icy, chocolatey goodness once again, please contact: BringBackPuddingPops@hammradio.com (Subject = Pudding Pops).
Source: Hammradio.com
2:49 p.m.
What ever happened to Pudding Pops?
Remember those frosty delicious Jell-O Popsicle treats that Bill Cosby used to push? Oh my gosh. I couldn't wait to get home from school every day to get my afternoon treat. There was a time when you could walk into any home on the block and you were guaranteed to find one frozen bar of chocolate, vanilla or chocolate vanilla swirled joy. But now that I look back, I can't even remember the last time I had a Pudding Pop. What the hell happened to them?
Well, apparently they were removed from your grocer's shelves sometime in the late '80s or early '90s. Since then there has been an online petition to bring the Pudding Pop back. I actually remember signing this about three or four years ago. When asked by a consumer, "What happened to Jello-O Pudding Pops", here was their response:
Thanks for visiting our Web Site regarding the availability of JELL O Pudding Pops. Whenever a decision is made to discontinue any product, it is reluctantly done after extensive research. We wish we had more enthusiastic consumer like you, but there were not enough consumers buying our product to support its continued production. Of course it consumers become interested, we will consider putting it back on the market. We will forward your comments to our marketing staff for their benefit.
We appreciate your interest, and please visit our site again soon!
Well, Pudding Pops are back, only not the originals.
Apparently Popsicle put out the new Jell-O Pudding Pops. While they are the same flavors and same appearance, reviews show these are not the Pudding Pops we fell in love with as children. If you are like me and the thousands of others out there who would like to taste the icy, chocolatey goodness once again, please contact: BringBackPuddingPops@hammradio.com (Subject = Pudding Pops).
Source: Hammradio.com
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