Today we went driving. To prove a point, draw some tears, talk and get back to the heart of it.
I love that dude like nothing else (and no one else) i've loved in all my life.
But isn't it April?
We went to the ridge today. Well, a couple of ridges. But the one where I was pouting half the way is what I'm talking about. And yes. It was snowing. In April.
Okay...so it isn't yet April. But it IS Spring. And snow is ridiculous!!
For the record mom, Snoqualamie =/= Seattle. As in no it was not snowing in Seattle, yes it was snowing in Snoqualamie.
Also (for the record since we're being honest), that IS where I would like you to move to.
Please. And thank you.
Peace out.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Day n' night
No lonely stoners but I can for sure say that when I drove into the car wash, I was squintin through my windshield like I was tunnel driving (and for the record, I hit TWO tunnels each way to work e'ryday so and what??). On the way OUT of that carwash, I was like "since when did the sun hit Seattle?"
And since I've clearly forgotten how to blog (lack of stalkers will do that to you...just not inspired anymore), I'm going back to my repeat button (maybe I'll hit Pandora...probably not) and going to snap some pics of that other stuff I do.
(hint - yes, that is not one, not two, but THREE links in one two paragraph post. WHAT is this world coming to??)
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
8:30 and 8
If I were a good blogger, this is what I would have blogged about in the 8 or so months since I last blogged:
* I miss iTunes. Like sugar misses kool aid. I'm just saying.
* While we are on the subject of kool aid, let's talk about all the OTHER ghetto fabulous things I no longer do since marrying up:
no more law and order marathons
I now have to hide my mid afternoon afterwork naptimes
white bread is so out
* That pizza joint in Oly...by the cap, now THAT is the bomb. Of course because Liisa was there, but in general too.
* I've adopted a girl. And I'm selling cookies to support her
* someodd years ago (2004? '05?) I was a case study queen
* Scrapbooking is cutthroat, but friendships are forever
* settle settle settle...SCORE!
* since when am I so gosh dang OLD?!
* I think it has been about 800 plus days. So what? Wash the dang thing yourself if that concerns you. Priorities.
* I HATE Fidelity. My husband thinks I'm nuts but he's never had a 403b which is the bane of my existence. Great that you don't have to put funds into your accounts, sad that you have to up and die and revert the funds and let your heirs duke it out to get to actually take CARE of the money you've stashed away. Bogus. I have a stronger B word, but I'm an active girl scout again so I'll refrain.
* VAN conference for Volunteer Managers was off the hook. Fun times had by all.
* Liisa totally rocks my world--she's so thoughtful and great and puts up with my utter thoughtlessness and really dimming greatness...love her for not taking it personal.
Oh...I totally forgot...let me look it up. Oh yes...this gem because Liisa is my shining, guiding light:
"Are you sure it ain't my air freshener?"
"Not unless your air freshener smells like wet hound and hash"
Oh my goodness. I couldn't stop laughing to type that. And I get it. Ya'll will be all "what in the HECK is she talking about?" But you know what...that's okay. Liisa will be pissed I wrote it, but she'll laugh too and at this moment, it's the Liisa show.
And...moment over. Now I need to watch Rob's Fantasy Factory. I'm thinking it will never match Rob and Big, but you know what...it sure beats Nitro Circus. Uhg. Craziness with a capital "c".
* I miss iTunes. Like sugar misses kool aid. I'm just saying.
* While we are on the subject of kool aid, let's talk about all the OTHER ghetto fabulous things I no longer do since marrying up:
no more law and order marathons
I now have to hide my mid afternoon afterwork naptimes
white bread is so out
* That pizza joint in Oly...by the cap, now THAT is the bomb. Of course because Liisa was there, but in general too.
* I've adopted a girl. And I'm selling cookies to support her
* someodd years ago (2004? '05?) I was a case study queen
* Scrapbooking is cutthroat, but friendships are forever
* settle settle settle...SCORE!
* since when am I so gosh dang OLD?!
* I think it has been about 800 plus days. So what? Wash the dang thing yourself if that concerns you. Priorities.
* I HATE Fidelity. My husband thinks I'm nuts but he's never had a 403b which is the bane of my existence. Great that you don't have to put funds into your accounts, sad that you have to up and die and revert the funds and let your heirs duke it out to get to actually take CARE of the money you've stashed away. Bogus. I have a stronger B word, but I'm an active girl scout again so I'll refrain.
* VAN conference for Volunteer Managers was off the hook. Fun times had by all.
* Liisa totally rocks my world--she's so thoughtful and great and puts up with my utter thoughtlessness and really dimming greatness...love her for not taking it personal.
Oh...I totally forgot...let me look it up. Oh yes...this gem because Liisa is my shining, guiding light:
"Are you sure it ain't my air freshener?"
"Not unless your air freshener smells like wet hound and hash"
Oh my goodness. I couldn't stop laughing to type that. And I get it. Ya'll will be all "what in the HECK is she talking about?" But you know what...that's okay. Liisa will be pissed I wrote it, but she'll laugh too and at this moment, it's the Liisa show.
And...moment over. Now I need to watch Rob's Fantasy Factory. I'm thinking it will never match Rob and Big, but you know what...it sure beats Nitro Circus. Uhg. Craziness with a capital "c".
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
On Marriage: Good Reading
So I was over at Black Girl In Maine's blog. Aside from getting me to thinking about how I still have not been to Maine (Vermont and New Hampshire...gorgeous...Maine is still on the list) and how I would almost certainly be odd woman out up there...and the fact that her post got me cause she (like me) is also hitched to the oppressor (oh sweetie...I love you, those was my Cornell black power roots coming back out)...I was of course compelled to not lurk but to post. Mostly because her hubby chimed in on her post and I know that my hubby, the one that won't join Facebook because he might have to eternally be friends with me, also checks in on my posts, though, he never comments. Maybe because I would block his comments anyhow. All said.
Her post (link above) was about the work of marriage.
I posted a comment. The full unedited version was this:
Thanks for keeping this real enough to be cross posted on big man's blog which got me to here. And really got me to thinking.
I just passed the half year mark. On my second marriage. we took our sweet slow time to get to "here" not out of fear of failing again, but out of an understanding that life isn't all fairytales and princess dresses. That said, I very much know that I'm STILL well in the "he can do no wrong" phase (just check out my blog to read all the gag me sweet posts that one of his ex's was quick to hit with the "wake up stick") but in a very different way than before.
During my starter marriage, it was all about the fact that he was my first everything just about. First real love, first boyfriend, first long relationship and neither of us had really had ANY opportunity to explore who we were as individuals, let alone who we were together. That was a magnificent crash and burn with a summer of party like a border girl to test out just what it meant to be fun. I didn't like it. So I settled (keyword being settled) for another long relationship and almost married a guy the complete opposite. I went from the guy that was all I wanted but nothing I needed (adoring, younger, carefree, free spirit) to a guy that was all I needed but nothing I wanted (responsible, way older, eternally dedicated, stay the course).
One morning, I just couldn't work anymore.
All the heart ache and giving and doing and just not being anywhere at all came to a head. Honestly, the hardest work I've ever had to do in a relationship was the end. Putting the period on it. Mostly, I think looking back on it, because I really wasn't relating.
I've never been in real relationship until now. Yes, I impacted and was impacted. But in a real committed relationship, be it via marriage or not, I wasn't there. I was always placing semicolons in between people and times and moving in between and among and always waiting for something better.
Like I said, only 6 months or so into marriage, but almost 5 years into this relationship. No kids (I'm sure it will ALL change then), no struggling to pay the bills, only one night on a couch but it is just so different. What scares me most is not the day I'll want to think about exploring something else, that happens, we giggle, we talk about it and there is no threat.
It is awesome.
What scares me is the day when he or even I feels uncomfortable bringing that up.
When the conversation stops.
I believe with all my heart that as long as you can talk through it, be heard, be felt, anything can be worked out.
Anything.
But like I said...I'm only 6 months into it this time around.
Her post (link above) was about the work of marriage.
I posted a comment. The full unedited version was this:
***
Thanks for keeping this real enough to be cross posted on big man's blog which got me to here. And really got me to thinking.
I just passed the half year mark. On my second marriage. we took our sweet slow time to get to "here" not out of fear of failing again, but out of an understanding that life isn't all fairytales and princess dresses. That said, I very much know that I'm STILL well in the "he can do no wrong" phase (just check out my blog to read all the gag me sweet posts that one of his ex's was quick to hit with the "wake up stick") but in a very different way than before.
During my starter marriage, it was all about the fact that he was my first everything just about. First real love, first boyfriend, first long relationship and neither of us had really had ANY opportunity to explore who we were as individuals, let alone who we were together. That was a magnificent crash and burn with a summer of party like a border girl to test out just what it meant to be fun. I didn't like it. So I settled (keyword being settled) for another long relationship and almost married a guy the complete opposite. I went from the guy that was all I wanted but nothing I needed (adoring, younger, carefree, free spirit) to a guy that was all I needed but nothing I wanted (responsible, way older, eternally dedicated, stay the course).
One morning, I just couldn't work anymore.
All the heart ache and giving and doing and just not being anywhere at all came to a head. Honestly, the hardest work I've ever had to do in a relationship was the end. Putting the period on it. Mostly, I think looking back on it, because I really wasn't relating.
I've never been in real relationship until now. Yes, I impacted and was impacted. But in a real committed relationship, be it via marriage or not, I wasn't there. I was always placing semicolons in between people and times and moving in between and among and always waiting for something better.
Like I said, only 6 months or so into marriage, but almost 5 years into this relationship. No kids (I'm sure it will ALL change then), no struggling to pay the bills, only one night on a couch but it is just so different. What scares me most is not the day I'll want to think about exploring something else, that happens, we giggle, we talk about it and there is no threat.
It is awesome.
What scares me is the day when he or even I feels uncomfortable bringing that up.
When the conversation stops.
I believe with all my heart that as long as you can talk through it, be heard, be felt, anything can be worked out.
Anything.
But like I said...I'm only 6 months into it this time around.
***
I know a lot of folks close to me are struggling. Struggling with the economy, with kids, with relationships. Talk about it. Not just a surface "counseling" session, but a real heart to heart talk about it. Talk about you, how you feel, what you need. I promise, when you're honest with yourself you start getting what you need.
In my case, that would be sleep. Half passed midnight and all.
Keep it real. Unless you're stalking me because really...life is just too short. Well...unless you comment before 11:02 am. Because well, I've got a meeting with Liisa for lunch and not that we're ever short on stuff to talk about, but stalker stories tend to be the most entertaining types.
Oh yeah, that is code for "incoherent post coming soon" when I say "I have a meeting with Liisa". Don't say I didn't warn you.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
The Best 2009 Grammy Commentary Post ever
***DISCLAIMER*** I have since learned lots of new info since creating this last night. I was going to fine tune spelling and research people I had no clue about, but I DO have a life so I'm just going to post this as is.
Dive in, have fun.
Okay. I'm on the west coast. And I have tivo. So to be able to skip commercials, here I sit at 9:45 pm starting to watch this hot mess of a show.
So we start off with U2. honestly. I'm not a fan. Have never been. Not a hata, but I actually had to say to the paler member of this twosome "You know...I'm just not a fan of u2" to which he replied "well, yeah, not this crap."
Performance one: u2. Crap. Visually interesting and I knew the words and so did Bono because they were on a gigantor screen for us all to sing along. but they've done better. And we all know I'm all about the dance, not the special effects. unless you mix special effects with dance like Usher did that one year at the BET Music Awards. I'm just saying.
Then out of the blue, Whitney "I don't do crack, that's lowclass" (or something vaguely similar to that) came out and proved to the world that she really was on something to marry who she did. And that something was good enough to toke, I mean, tote along to the Grammys tonight.
Now. You know you have a damn good chance of winning your category Ms. - I Stopped By the Restaurant and Forgot I Was Supposed to be at the Grammys Tonight But Since I Had That Role of Duct Tape in the Car and This Handy Napkin From the Table, We're Good to Go - Hudson when everyone in the audience is like "What? I didn't know they had an album out this year...". And as usual. I was right.
Then they brought out the Rock. Who goes by like his mama's birth name now. And is still really not funny. But not as painfully unfunny as JT. Well, unless you're talking about the suit he had on. It is the Grammy's I guess. Who had to prove to everyone how not black he was yet again in a collabo with Al Green...and Boyz II Men. Except no one knew Boyz II Men was part of this collabo (including one of the dudes...I'll have to research that...there were only 3 of them...where the 4th dude go?)
Performance 2: Justin Timberlake, Shake a hip but don't break it Al Green and Boyz II Men minus one of the Boyz. It was okay. Not whoa. Not a hot mess. I might have sold my JT tickets if I had seen that performance before going to his concert. Luckily, he was worth the drive to Tacoma.
Simon Baker beer goggles don't make YOU look better. And I thought you were kinda cute in the Mentalist.
Coldplay. Who I actually like. Ever since I thought I saw an Obama patch during a Saturday Night Live performance last fall. And tonight, Jay Z did a cameo collabo...so now I LOVE Coldplay. Even though they are British. Not that I have a thing against Brits. But I did just watch a back episode of wifeswap and there was a BASTARD of an angry european on. Yes, lowercase. Because he was that much of a meanie. No matter...still loving Coldplay.
Performance 3: SCORE! Coldplay and JayZ, good vibes, people loving what they do. I love it too.
Performance 4: Carrie Underwood. WHAT is she wearing? How do you take such a cute girl and make her look so...well...uncute? Her mic is blinged up and is about the cutest thing on that stage right now. Unless Whitney is nearby...she had some cute earrings on. And, aside from the boob piercing top half, was rocking that little thigh slit in her dress. She did leave a bit more to the imagination than boyshort and flesh colored sheers (duct tape must be the theme tonight), taped up Underwood. Anyhow.
Sheryl Crow--I miss her...LeAnne Rhymes too. Country music award. And it is going to be sad that I know more of these songs than I did the R&B folks. I actually dig Rascal Flats. Sugarland a bit too. No clue who the rest of them folks were. Which is good that Sugarland won. For Stay. And they look pretty excited and shocked which is just too cute. And mom was her date. So country...I love it...think she digs Paul McCartney.
Estelle and Kanye are coming up. Lil Wayne and TI too. And JT is coming back again. Imagine that.
Really...performance video My Grammy Moment to KP's I kissed a Girl? Really. Okay...this show is more than a hot mess.
Coldplay is coming to the Gorge! July 11...I totally need to do that. Except the Gorge is out there. And I don't drive back (sleep is good). So we'll have to see.
Duffy and Al G are presenting together. I'm a symetry girl. So Duffy's one shoulder, half boobie hanging out dress is distracting me. There seem to be a lot of British people at this awards show.
Song of the Year--lots of good songs in there. Lots of Brits. Coldplay won for Viva la Vida. I really like this song. As I mentioned...enough to drive to the Gorge to see it. I'm thinking they're going to win Album of the Year. That's 2 for 2 so far tonight.
Kid Rock is nominated tonight? Clearly I don't like music nearly as much as I proclaim to.
Performance 5: Kid Rock. I miss the little guy. Everyone has a message tonight don't they? Interesting message from KR though...white guilt and Iraq flags in the background. Full of Amens. Long as the elbows are not flying, I suppose we're all safe. Folks seem entertained. Another okay performance. Still looking for whoa. I'd probably put it up there top 3...of 5. Not bad. Not good, but not bad.
Performance 6: Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus together. Taylor is pretty...fresh, innocent...great voice for it too. All I can think of Miley is Fly on the Wall and my feet are killing me. Standing in line for one last ride at Disney on New Year's Eve, she was blaring out of the loud speakers. Not in person (it was a DJ) but still, I'm so not feeling her voice. Not for this soft performance. I give her the kid rocker title of the year. But Taylor should have done this one on her own. Song in and of itself rescued the performance. Miley lovers, I'm sorry, but she was about the only neg to this performance.
Pop Collabo Award: WTF?!
Robert Plant Alison Krauss?? WTF?? Really...the ONLY set that I was like "who are they" and they win it? Over: Alicia Keys and John Mayer; Madonna, JT, Timbaland; Rihanna, Maroon 5;
Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown (so old, my FAVE song in the world though). Really. That induced some silence.
Performance 7: Jennifer Hudson, hope she took off the napkin. She's a pretty girl. Not a size 2, with some tatas so she is a fave of mine. But those earrings...girl...those earrings. Gorgeous voice, no need to blind us with her entrance. She still needs to work the stage presence bit...unless she wants to be Miss America someday. Problems with her earpiece? she was fiddlin' with it some and still belted the HELL out of this song. I can't even imagine...I think of her nephew...I'm getting tear eyed so I'ma stop. And she just started crying on stage too and got a standing ovation. I just got tears. My fave moment of the evening so far.
Performance 8: Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder on the boards (the latter with the record for the most performances at the Grammys--that is cool). Nice 5 piece brass band on stage. And Stevie belted it too. Nice energy. Admittedly, I don't know the words. Psyche. Who doesn't know the words to Very Superstitious? Bit less energy for this song, but I was jammin'.
Is it just me or are these sets just going a tad too long? When I WANT them to be longer collabo sets, they never are. I ended up fast forwarding the end of the Kid Rock set. Almost did the same for Al Green and had an itch to do so for Jonas Brothers.
Blink 182 going to do it again eh?
Rock Album:
Coldplay going to go 3 for 3? Yep.
I like them, BUT...is it necessary to give the same album/record five billion awards at the same show? who knows...they're going to run out of stuff to say before the night is over. Who wouldn't though?
Got bored with all the Brits so they threw in a Scott to announce Katy Perry.
Performance 9: okay. Cocacabana phalic banana Katy Perry wearing the ice skating outfit with crappy choreography. She is totally NOT a dancer. Or a singer really for that matter. We can finally stop making fun of Britney I guess. Talk about marking your steps and stage stare. Oh my goodness. Is this a joke? The audience shot AFTER the performance summed it ALL UP. WTF?
Performance 10: Kanye will bring it back. With Estelle. She lipsyncing that? HE lypsyncing? Again?? really come on. And I liked that song. Nothing special performance wise.
Best new artist. To Adele. Is this the friggin' British Grammys? I missed that memo. My fave was Jazmine Sullivan (Lauryn Hill reincarnated).
Tempted to fastforward to the hip hop collabo. But wait...is this Morgan Freeman I spy? Talk about swagga like us. And he's tight with Kenny Chesney. Who knew. But then who knew that MF had a little something on the side. Stranger things have happened.
Performance 11: Kenny Chesney. I'm Texan. I get a free pass. I fastforwarded. I've got a bedtime to get to. Sorry.
Sean P. Combs walked out chained up Natalie Cole. She's still alive? I guess if you stay locked in the basement, you might also still be alive. She's still gorgeous...even in that hideous outfit.
Record of the Year:
Adele, Coldplay, Leona Lewis (Beyonce rehash), MIA, Robert Plant and Alison Krause
Coldplay did NOT win all 7 this year because Robert and Alison pulled out yet another WTF award. They don't even know who is going to talk. "Good things happen out of nowhere." says TBone. No kidding. Sean in fly purple is standing back there thinking "You think??"
Queen Latifah looking cute. Sexy fine. Cute earrings in their own crazy way. Looking royal in purple.
Performance 12: Swagga Like Us - MIA (preggers and all...how cute is THAT?!) Black and white and what is she wearing? The black and white is actually kinda cool. Kanye, TI, Jay Z, Lil Wayne. Honestly, I love this song. And play it way too much probably for my neighbors. Love the beat. The message, probably not the best. And Hova gets better with age. His woman with that Diva song...I thought she was beyond those crazy kinds of songs. But I digress. First time I saw Lil Wayne, I was like "really?" That's what he looks like? Now that I don't watch BET (or MTV since really, the latter doesn't play music videos anymore), I don't know what any of these people look like. Now we have color. The black and white was getting a bit annoying. Is this the first obviously pregnant Grammy performance? She was due to pop today. Holy crazy. Sometimes I wish I lived in LA.
Performance 13: another Brit. imagine that. I want to say that they have like the Caribbean Grammys and I KNOW they have the Latin Grammys. Maybe. Just an idea. Maybe. We need an American Grammys. Oh come on I'm kidding. Relax. Paul McCartney. Sir. Everyone loves him. I admire longevity. And that was good. He's popular for a reason and standing ovation...deserved. I could leap for that bandwagon.
Male Pop Vocal: John Mayer. I love that song! Say. Beautiful. Gotta feel good in that company to win that. The first (that I recall) real "thank you" speech. Someone who actually expected he had a real chance to win.
LL Cool J and some dude I don't know and couldn't/was too tired to properly google introduced the next performance. NOT funny when your co-presenter has to clarify for the confused folks that when you scream out "Farmer's Boulevard" (not Cool James, the other dude) that that is a reference to Queens. I mean...half the folks watching are from the heartland (aka, NOT NYC) and the other half are from somewhere in England. Nice to have a clear understanding of who your audience is.
Performance 14: Sugarland and Adele together. Tempted, but because I'm multitasking and the song is pretty (Stay), I'll leave it. She has a great voice. Fluffy flyaway hair, but still. And now Adele. More lack of stage presence Adele - to the point that she's almost like "who the hell are these other people on stage with me?" But an onstage string section. Reminds me of my string bass playing nephew. And brings a tear to my eye because of the song so...she's forgiven for the lackluster performance. Sugarland takes this one. Even on Adele's song.
Gwenyth is way too skinny. And too pale for off black pantyhose. And a discoball dress. I don't get it. I DID love Perfect Murder though.
Performance 15: USC Trojan Marching Band (at least the percussion section and some brass) and Radio Head. Okay. I'm not cool. we know this. And I was a band geek. Yes, head drum major in Texas band geek. And it is different. And probably fun for them. But I'm so not feeling it. Like I said, I'm not cool like that. Which means they will win album of the year. Automatic.
Sam Jackson...to Shaft intro really? Collabo award. "Am I right people? Damn right I'm right". I love him. Watch Lakeview Terrace. That was quite a movie. He didn't have any man love for his neighbor in that movie.
Performance 16: JT and TI. I admittedly love this song. And JT. And TI. And this song is powerful. Love this unplugged version with JT at the piano, strings in the back. Mics of course are not unplugged, but you get my point. And yes. The Justin Timberlake concert was one of the best I've been too. Musicians, dancers and all. This performance, they have street drummers on the stairs. Love that touch. This is my fave performance of the night. Cut to Hova...what's he thinking? Yeah right punk. Just saying...
Yes we can political speeching on the academy and copyright protection (traditional radio...uhhmm...who listens to "traditional radio" anymore?) and Music Cares foundation and a Secretary of the arts cabinet position proposition. Really? Okay...change, yes we can, Grammy winner in the White House...sure that wasn't planned.
Performance 17: Four Tops Grammy Lifetime achievement award (there have been others, but, this one is obviously significant). Jaime Fox, Ne Yo, last remaining survivor and presenter do Reach Out/I can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch). Bernadette! Yes. I've heard the song. No. I seriously doubt that a song out when my mom was 9 inspired the name of her first child. Just saying. Another good performance. Everyone kept up with each other...it was totally cute.
Performance 18: Neil Diamond performing Swwet Caroline. Sorry. This is what tivo is for. This is where Robert rails against the financial woes of the music industry. The comment was "Are we really so hard up for new stuff that we're digging up every dead song now?" This is always a fun conversation about how Clear Channel is going down without a government bailout and the music industry business model being dead. And then there is the merger coming between TicketMaster and LiveNation. lovely. $290 concert tickets for everyone. Here's to Apple and 79 cent downloads. Totally holding on to my gift cards. I can wait. I download mostly dead songs anyhow. Mostly.
Performance 19: Collabo in keeping with the theme of the night. Jam session really. In memoriam of the folks who have passed so a Bo Diddly song. Tech issues? No intro of who was who. Dead tired to look it up.
Performance 20: Tribute to New Orleans (Lil Wayne), Alan Toussant (on piano) and Robin Thicke. First heard this song on NPR. Yes. NPR. Some strong images of New Orleans/Katrina. Like the collaboration. The words are touching. Like this one too...because I LOVE this song. The images are crazy powerful. Great New Orleans flair with Toussant.
Best Rap Album: Lil Wayne. Another of those where it's like "must feel good in the context of all those names". and he brought his whole family up (including mama and kids).
Hova...and that wasn't Beyonce next to him. And Nas is back? One Mic. All I gotta say.
Performance 21: Robert and Alison. Tivo is handy. I'm sorry. I'm a horrible reviewer. Or non-reviewer. Which is too bad because you know...
Green day looking kinda uhm. Final Grammy presenter for Album of the year.
They've won every other award tonight with a WTF so why not this one too?
Robert and Alison with everyone basically muttering in the audience WTF? I think I might actually hear some boos. Or maybe that is just everyone clearing out. The murmer won't die down. I saw a special on this collaboration. On like Frontline or something. Robert is like "In the old days, they would have called this selling out."
Today too. And the music industry wonders why they're dead on arrival.
Or is that too harsh?
Performance 22: Stevie Wonder takes it out.
We discuss why new, innovative wonders who sell songs (not albums) don't go all out because of the music industries garage sale of late. When is the last time you saw the Grammys go to anyone who hasn't redone something they first did 20 years ago? I'm just saying.
Dive in, have fun.
Okay. I'm on the west coast. And I have tivo. So to be able to skip commercials, here I sit at 9:45 pm starting to watch this hot mess of a show.
So we start off with U2. honestly. I'm not a fan. Have never been. Not a hata, but I actually had to say to the paler member of this twosome "You know...I'm just not a fan of u2" to which he replied "well, yeah, not this crap."
Performance one: u2. Crap. Visually interesting and I knew the words and so did Bono because they were on a gigantor screen for us all to sing along. but they've done better. And we all know I'm all about the dance, not the special effects. unless you mix special effects with dance like Usher did that one year at the BET Music Awards. I'm just saying.
Then out of the blue, Whitney "I don't do crack, that's lowclass" (or something vaguely similar to that) came out and proved to the world that she really was on something to marry who she did. And that something was good enough to toke, I mean, tote along to the Grammys tonight.
Now. You know you have a damn good chance of winning your category Ms. - I Stopped By the Restaurant and Forgot I Was Supposed to be at the Grammys Tonight But Since I Had That Role of Duct Tape in the Car and This Handy Napkin From the Table, We're Good to Go - Hudson when everyone in the audience is like "What? I didn't know they had an album out this year...". And as usual. I was right.
Then they brought out the Rock. Who goes by like his mama's birth name now. And is still really not funny. But not as painfully unfunny as JT. Well, unless you're talking about the suit he had on. It is the Grammy's I guess. Who had to prove to everyone how not black he was yet again in a collabo with Al Green...and Boyz II Men. Except no one knew Boyz II Men was part of this collabo (including one of the dudes...I'll have to research that...there were only 3 of them...where the 4th dude go?)
Performance 2: Justin Timberlake, Shake a hip but don't break it Al Green and Boyz II Men minus one of the Boyz. It was okay. Not whoa. Not a hot mess. I might have sold my JT tickets if I had seen that performance before going to his concert. Luckily, he was worth the drive to Tacoma.
Simon Baker beer goggles don't make YOU look better. And I thought you were kinda cute in the Mentalist.
Coldplay. Who I actually like. Ever since I thought I saw an Obama patch during a Saturday Night Live performance last fall. And tonight, Jay Z did a cameo collabo...so now I LOVE Coldplay. Even though they are British. Not that I have a thing against Brits. But I did just watch a back episode of wifeswap and there was a BASTARD of an angry european on. Yes, lowercase. Because he was that much of a meanie. No matter...still loving Coldplay.
Performance 3: SCORE! Coldplay and JayZ, good vibes, people loving what they do. I love it too.
Performance 4: Carrie Underwood. WHAT is she wearing? How do you take such a cute girl and make her look so...well...uncute? Her mic is blinged up and is about the cutest thing on that stage right now. Unless Whitney is nearby...she had some cute earrings on. And, aside from the boob piercing top half, was rocking that little thigh slit in her dress. She did leave a bit more to the imagination than boyshort and flesh colored sheers (duct tape must be the theme tonight), taped up Underwood. Anyhow.
Sheryl Crow--I miss her...LeAnne Rhymes too. Country music award. And it is going to be sad that I know more of these songs than I did the R&B folks. I actually dig Rascal Flats. Sugarland a bit too. No clue who the rest of them folks were. Which is good that Sugarland won. For Stay. And they look pretty excited and shocked which is just too cute. And mom was her date. So country...I love it...think she digs Paul McCartney.
Estelle and Kanye are coming up. Lil Wayne and TI too. And JT is coming back again. Imagine that.
Really...performance video My Grammy Moment to KP's I kissed a Girl? Really. Okay...this show is more than a hot mess.
Coldplay is coming to the Gorge! July 11...I totally need to do that. Except the Gorge is out there. And I don't drive back (sleep is good). So we'll have to see.
Duffy and Al G are presenting together. I'm a symetry girl. So Duffy's one shoulder, half boobie hanging out dress is distracting me. There seem to be a lot of British people at this awards show.
Song of the Year--lots of good songs in there. Lots of Brits. Coldplay won for Viva la Vida. I really like this song. As I mentioned...enough to drive to the Gorge to see it. I'm thinking they're going to win Album of the Year. That's 2 for 2 so far tonight.
Kid Rock is nominated tonight? Clearly I don't like music nearly as much as I proclaim to.
Performance 5: Kid Rock. I miss the little guy. Everyone has a message tonight don't they? Interesting message from KR though...white guilt and Iraq flags in the background. Full of Amens. Long as the elbows are not flying, I suppose we're all safe. Folks seem entertained. Another okay performance. Still looking for whoa. I'd probably put it up there top 3...of 5. Not bad. Not good, but not bad.
Performance 6: Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus together. Taylor is pretty...fresh, innocent...great voice for it too. All I can think of Miley is Fly on the Wall and my feet are killing me. Standing in line for one last ride at Disney on New Year's Eve, she was blaring out of the loud speakers. Not in person (it was a DJ) but still, I'm so not feeling her voice. Not for this soft performance. I give her the kid rocker title of the year. But Taylor should have done this one on her own. Song in and of itself rescued the performance. Miley lovers, I'm sorry, but she was about the only neg to this performance.
Pop Collabo Award: WTF?!
Robert Plant Alison Krauss?? WTF?? Really...the ONLY set that I was like "who are they" and they win it? Over: Alicia Keys and John Mayer; Madonna, JT, Timbaland; Rihanna, Maroon 5;
Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown (so old, my FAVE song in the world though). Really. That induced some silence.
Performance 7: Jennifer Hudson, hope she took off the napkin. She's a pretty girl. Not a size 2, with some tatas so she is a fave of mine. But those earrings...girl...those earrings. Gorgeous voice, no need to blind us with her entrance. She still needs to work the stage presence bit...unless she wants to be Miss America someday. Problems with her earpiece? she was fiddlin' with it some and still belted the HELL out of this song. I can't even imagine...I think of her nephew...I'm getting tear eyed so I'ma stop. And she just started crying on stage too and got a standing ovation. I just got tears. My fave moment of the evening so far.
Performance 8: Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder on the boards (the latter with the record for the most performances at the Grammys--that is cool). Nice 5 piece brass band on stage. And Stevie belted it too. Nice energy. Admittedly, I don't know the words. Psyche. Who doesn't know the words to Very Superstitious? Bit less energy for this song, but I was jammin'.
Is it just me or are these sets just going a tad too long? When I WANT them to be longer collabo sets, they never are. I ended up fast forwarding the end of the Kid Rock set. Almost did the same for Al Green and had an itch to do so for Jonas Brothers.
Blink 182 going to do it again eh?
Rock Album:
Coldplay going to go 3 for 3? Yep.
I like them, BUT...is it necessary to give the same album/record five billion awards at the same show? who knows...they're going to run out of stuff to say before the night is over. Who wouldn't though?
Got bored with all the Brits so they threw in a Scott to announce Katy Perry.
Performance 9: okay. Cocacabana phalic banana Katy Perry wearing the ice skating outfit with crappy choreography. She is totally NOT a dancer. Or a singer really for that matter. We can finally stop making fun of Britney I guess. Talk about marking your steps and stage stare. Oh my goodness. Is this a joke? The audience shot AFTER the performance summed it ALL UP. WTF?
Performance 10: Kanye will bring it back. With Estelle. She lipsyncing that? HE lypsyncing? Again?? really come on. And I liked that song. Nothing special performance wise.
Best new artist. To Adele. Is this the friggin' British Grammys? I missed that memo. My fave was Jazmine Sullivan (Lauryn Hill reincarnated).
Tempted to fastforward to the hip hop collabo. But wait...is this Morgan Freeman I spy? Talk about swagga like us. And he's tight with Kenny Chesney. Who knew. But then who knew that MF had a little something on the side. Stranger things have happened.
Performance 11: Kenny Chesney. I'm Texan. I get a free pass. I fastforwarded. I've got a bedtime to get to. Sorry.
Sean P. Combs walked out chained up Natalie Cole. She's still alive? I guess if you stay locked in the basement, you might also still be alive. She's still gorgeous...even in that hideous outfit.
Record of the Year:
Adele, Coldplay, Leona Lewis (Beyonce rehash), MIA, Robert Plant and Alison Krause
Coldplay did NOT win all 7 this year because Robert and Alison pulled out yet another WTF award. They don't even know who is going to talk. "Good things happen out of nowhere." says TBone. No kidding. Sean in fly purple is standing back there thinking "You think??"
Queen Latifah looking cute. Sexy fine. Cute earrings in their own crazy way. Looking royal in purple.
Performance 12: Swagga Like Us - MIA (preggers and all...how cute is THAT?!) Black and white and what is she wearing? The black and white is actually kinda cool. Kanye, TI, Jay Z, Lil Wayne. Honestly, I love this song. And play it way too much probably for my neighbors. Love the beat. The message, probably not the best. And Hova gets better with age. His woman with that Diva song...I thought she was beyond those crazy kinds of songs. But I digress. First time I saw Lil Wayne, I was like "really?" That's what he looks like? Now that I don't watch BET (or MTV since really, the latter doesn't play music videos anymore), I don't know what any of these people look like. Now we have color. The black and white was getting a bit annoying. Is this the first obviously pregnant Grammy performance? She was due to pop today. Holy crazy. Sometimes I wish I lived in LA.
Performance 13: another Brit. imagine that. I want to say that they have like the Caribbean Grammys and I KNOW they have the Latin Grammys. Maybe. Just an idea. Maybe. We need an American Grammys. Oh come on I'm kidding. Relax. Paul McCartney. Sir. Everyone loves him. I admire longevity. And that was good. He's popular for a reason and standing ovation...deserved. I could leap for that bandwagon.
Male Pop Vocal: John Mayer. I love that song! Say. Beautiful. Gotta feel good in that company to win that. The first (that I recall) real "thank you" speech. Someone who actually expected he had a real chance to win.
LL Cool J and some dude I don't know and couldn't/was too tired to properly google introduced the next performance. NOT funny when your co-presenter has to clarify for the confused folks that when you scream out "Farmer's Boulevard" (not Cool James, the other dude) that that is a reference to Queens. I mean...half the folks watching are from the heartland (aka, NOT NYC) and the other half are from somewhere in England. Nice to have a clear understanding of who your audience is.
Performance 14: Sugarland and Adele together. Tempted, but because I'm multitasking and the song is pretty (Stay), I'll leave it. She has a great voice. Fluffy flyaway hair, but still. And now Adele. More lack of stage presence Adele - to the point that she's almost like "who the hell are these other people on stage with me?" But an onstage string section. Reminds me of my string bass playing nephew. And brings a tear to my eye because of the song so...she's forgiven for the lackluster performance. Sugarland takes this one. Even on Adele's song.
Gwenyth is way too skinny. And too pale for off black pantyhose. And a discoball dress. I don't get it. I DID love Perfect Murder though.
Performance 15: USC Trojan Marching Band (at least the percussion section and some brass) and Radio Head. Okay. I'm not cool. we know this. And I was a band geek. Yes, head drum major in Texas band geek. And it is different. And probably fun for them. But I'm so not feeling it. Like I said, I'm not cool like that. Which means they will win album of the year. Automatic.
Sam Jackson...to Shaft intro really? Collabo award. "Am I right people? Damn right I'm right". I love him. Watch Lakeview Terrace. That was quite a movie. He didn't have any man love for his neighbor in that movie.
Performance 16: JT and TI. I admittedly love this song. And JT. And TI. And this song is powerful. Love this unplugged version with JT at the piano, strings in the back. Mics of course are not unplugged, but you get my point. And yes. The Justin Timberlake concert was one of the best I've been too. Musicians, dancers and all. This performance, they have street drummers on the stairs. Love that touch. This is my fave performance of the night. Cut to Hova...what's he thinking? Yeah right punk. Just saying...
Yes we can political speeching on the academy and copyright protection (traditional radio...uhhmm...who listens to "traditional radio" anymore?) and Music Cares foundation and a Secretary of the arts cabinet position proposition. Really? Okay...change, yes we can, Grammy winner in the White House...sure that wasn't planned.
Performance 17: Four Tops Grammy Lifetime achievement award (there have been others, but, this one is obviously significant). Jaime Fox, Ne Yo, last remaining survivor and presenter do Reach Out/I can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch). Bernadette! Yes. I've heard the song. No. I seriously doubt that a song out when my mom was 9 inspired the name of her first child. Just saying. Another good performance. Everyone kept up with each other...it was totally cute.
Performance 18: Neil Diamond performing Swwet Caroline. Sorry. This is what tivo is for. This is where Robert rails against the financial woes of the music industry. The comment was "Are we really so hard up for new stuff that we're digging up every dead song now?" This is always a fun conversation about how Clear Channel is going down without a government bailout and the music industry business model being dead. And then there is the merger coming between TicketMaster and LiveNation. lovely. $290 concert tickets for everyone. Here's to Apple and 79 cent downloads. Totally holding on to my gift cards. I can wait. I download mostly dead songs anyhow. Mostly.
Performance 19: Collabo in keeping with the theme of the night. Jam session really. In memoriam of the folks who have passed so a Bo Diddly song. Tech issues? No intro of who was who. Dead tired to look it up.
Performance 20: Tribute to New Orleans (Lil Wayne), Alan Toussant (on piano) and Robin Thicke. First heard this song on NPR. Yes. NPR. Some strong images of New Orleans/Katrina. Like the collaboration. The words are touching. Like this one too...because I LOVE this song. The images are crazy powerful. Great New Orleans flair with Toussant.
Best Rap Album: Lil Wayne. Another of those where it's like "must feel good in the context of all those names". and he brought his whole family up (including mama and kids).
Hova...and that wasn't Beyonce next to him. And Nas is back? One Mic. All I gotta say.
Performance 21: Robert and Alison. Tivo is handy. I'm sorry. I'm a horrible reviewer. Or non-reviewer. Which is too bad because you know...
Green day looking kinda uhm. Final Grammy presenter for Album of the year.
They've won every other award tonight with a WTF so why not this one too?
Robert and Alison with everyone basically muttering in the audience WTF? I think I might actually hear some boos. Or maybe that is just everyone clearing out. The murmer won't die down. I saw a special on this collaboration. On like Frontline or something. Robert is like "In the old days, they would have called this selling out."
Today too. And the music industry wonders why they're dead on arrival.
Or is that too harsh?
Performance 22: Stevie Wonder takes it out.
We discuss why new, innovative wonders who sell songs (not albums) don't go all out because of the music industries garage sale of late. When is the last time you saw the Grammys go to anyone who hasn't redone something they first did 20 years ago? I'm just saying.
Sorry Auntie...
...so.
The best thing about packing? You find shit that has been missing for, oh...6 months.
Like my ipod. No...not the ipod I won from Junebug weddings (a fantastic, LOCAL, bridal blog that was eye candy to my soul...even months after my i dos).
The ipod I won from KI's Color Theory Album contest.
Now I'ma be honest. I come from that kind of family. The kind who will visit, eat your food, do things in your bed you don't want to imagine and accidently pack your stuff up with them on the way out the door.
I'm not saying anything. But I do owe someone an apology for all the bad karma vibes I was shooting your way. You have no idea how much I love that ipod. Mostly because I won it. But also because I love iTunes...not nearly as much as Pandora now. But still.
Listen to some music...have some fun.
Scrap room almost entirely dismantled. Sniff.
The best thing about packing? You find shit that has been missing for, oh...6 months.
Like my ipod. No...not the ipod I won from Junebug weddings (a fantastic, LOCAL, bridal blog that was eye candy to my soul...even months after my i dos).
The ipod I won from KI's Color Theory Album contest.
Now I'ma be honest. I come from that kind of family. The kind who will visit, eat your food, do things in your bed you don't want to imagine and accidently pack your stuff up with them on the way out the door.
I'm not saying anything. But I do owe someone an apology for all the bad karma vibes I was shooting your way. You have no idea how much I love that ipod. Mostly because I won it. But also because I love iTunes...not nearly as much as Pandora now. But still.
Listen to some music...have some fun.
Scrap room almost entirely dismantled. Sniff.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
No...where's the space needle
No. I did not feel it. I sleep through EVERYTHING. And 5:30 am I am DEFINITELY sleeping so no I did not feel the earthquake. But I must say, from what folks are describing, if I WOULD have felt it, I would have just assumed my neighbors were washing clothes and it was getting windy again. Which, for the record, it was really windy last night.
It's rare that I hear anything laugh out loudable on the TMan show lately. But on my way in to work Friday morning, a girl called in. Now. There are times when people with serious issues call in. And I have to say that the morning crew is REALLY GOOD at picking up on that and not causing too much trauma to the little ones who wander in helplessly unaware of what they are getting into. Like the time the screenplay writer called in to talk about her missing daughter. Of 20 someodd years.
I digress.
Yesterday (Friday), this lady called in to say she didn't know what she was doing for her 30th birthday and no one planned anything and isn't that sad. We're sensing some dysfunction so they set her up to go clubbing with the VIPs. At Twilight. In Belltown.
Now.
There are times when I cannot remember how to spell the word "the". Because come on...the whole thee versus tha... pronounciation and sometimes, I get confused. Not seriously confused like spell it wrong confused, but just a bit concerned that "the" doesn't look right. Yes. Why yes I am an Ivy League graduate...genetics/science communication/special focus and all. And no I did NOT climb Everest...I rode a cart to base camp because I am THAT PITIFUL.
Back to Belltown. Now. I work in Bellevue. It has been a while since I've been back to downtown Seattle and I actually now have to ask people "do you mean Downtown Seattle or Downtown Bellevue?" when they ask me how long it takes to get downtown since our main office is also located "downtown" (not really...more like Queen Anne which is the edge of downtown, different from the other edge of downtown that is Belltown, but you get where this is going).
Belltown, depending on the hoods you frequent, could EASILY be a way for the hipper among us to be describing Bellevue. You know...Bellevue...Belltown? Okay right. But. And this is a big but. There is actually a neighborhood (northwardly end of downtown, waterfront, but not the stadium hood end of downtown...Seattle that is) where they hang signs from the lightposts that say "Belltown".
So for the record, Twilight is in Downtown Seattle Belltown. Not Bellevue.
But I was thrown for a loop because when they were teasing said VIP DJ about moving up from the southend (that would be Ttown or Tacoma...or whatever the heck those people call smelly city nowadays and its many many little neighborhoods that I also don't totally get), they said wow, you're moving on up to the eastside. And Bellevue is the eastside. I mean HECK. The Seattle Magazine (yes, there is such a thing and we actually have a subscription) just did a whole issue on how the Eastside is growing up and taking over. Of course...this was likely done BEFORE Microsoft fired half their staff (okay...5000 out of 100000 is not half, but I never proclaimed to be good at math).
But you can see how I was slightly confused right? They mentioned east side, I heard Twilight, it sounds trendy, that's so east side (the trendy part) so I made that connection to Belltown must now be what we are calling Bellevue.
But it isn't. And the 30 year old who called in, right before hanging up, she says (and I quote):
"But hold up. I've lived in Seattle all my life. Where Belltown at?"
To which we all chuckle and it easily becomes, what do you mean where's Belltown...that's like saying "I've lived in Seattle all my life...where's the space needle at again?"
I think that is a bit of a stretch. But then again. Probably not as big a stretch as being married to a New Yorker who was the biggest Yankee fan I'd ever seen but he had NEVER been to "the city" and couldn't tell you where the stadium was at. Limber. But also tragic.
It's rare that I hear anything laugh out loudable on the TMan show lately. But on my way in to work Friday morning, a girl called in. Now. There are times when people with serious issues call in. And I have to say that the morning crew is REALLY GOOD at picking up on that and not causing too much trauma to the little ones who wander in helplessly unaware of what they are getting into. Like the time the screenplay writer called in to talk about her missing daughter. Of 20 someodd years.
I digress.
Yesterday (Friday), this lady called in to say she didn't know what she was doing for her 30th birthday and no one planned anything and isn't that sad. We're sensing some dysfunction so they set her up to go clubbing with the VIPs. At Twilight. In Belltown.
Now.
There are times when I cannot remember how to spell the word "the". Because come on...the whole thee versus tha... pronounciation and sometimes, I get confused. Not seriously confused like spell it wrong confused, but just a bit concerned that "the" doesn't look right. Yes. Why yes I am an Ivy League graduate...genetics/science communication/special focus and all. And no I did NOT climb Everest...I rode a cart to base camp because I am THAT PITIFUL.
Back to Belltown. Now. I work in Bellevue. It has been a while since I've been back to downtown Seattle and I actually now have to ask people "do you mean Downtown Seattle or Downtown Bellevue?" when they ask me how long it takes to get downtown since our main office is also located "downtown" (not really...more like Queen Anne which is the edge of downtown, different from the other edge of downtown that is Belltown, but you get where this is going).
Belltown, depending on the hoods you frequent, could EASILY be a way for the hipper among us to be describing Bellevue. You know...Bellevue...Belltown? Okay right. But. And this is a big but. There is actually a neighborhood (northwardly end of downtown, waterfront, but not the stadium hood end of downtown...Seattle that is) where they hang signs from the lightposts that say "Belltown".
So for the record, Twilight is in Downtown Seattle Belltown. Not Bellevue.
But I was thrown for a loop because when they were teasing said VIP DJ about moving up from the southend (that would be Ttown or Tacoma...or whatever the heck those people call smelly city nowadays and its many many little neighborhoods that I also don't totally get), they said wow, you're moving on up to the eastside. And Bellevue is the eastside. I mean HECK. The Seattle Magazine (yes, there is such a thing and we actually have a subscription) just did a whole issue on how the Eastside is growing up and taking over. Of course...this was likely done BEFORE Microsoft fired half their staff (okay...5000 out of 100000 is not half, but I never proclaimed to be good at math).
But you can see how I was slightly confused right? They mentioned east side, I heard Twilight, it sounds trendy, that's so east side (the trendy part) so I made that connection to Belltown must now be what we are calling Bellevue.
But it isn't. And the 30 year old who called in, right before hanging up, she says (and I quote):
"But hold up. I've lived in Seattle all my life. Where Belltown at?"
To which we all chuckle and it easily becomes, what do you mean where's Belltown...that's like saying "I've lived in Seattle all my life...where's the space needle at again?"
I think that is a bit of a stretch. But then again. Probably not as big a stretch as being married to a New Yorker who was the biggest Yankee fan I'd ever seen but he had NEVER been to "the city" and couldn't tell you where the stadium was at. Limber. But also tragic.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Remember that "promise"
You know...the one to blog more? Well...live with it.
How many of ya'll are on facebook? How come you have not befriended me? Don't be intimidated by the massive lists...I promise I'll even share my flair with you. And THAT is saying a lot.
All said, Alex, the dude I "talk" to like one a blue moon (aka, almost never), tagged me. Here's to a long blog post to share that tag:
1. I work with an AWESOME set of colleagues who put up with my randomness and still manage to be more than amazing at what they do. And since they do it for the Girl Scouts, that just makes them super special. Case in point, Maria.
2. I got married in July to the smartest, most brillant, sexiest, funnest, most adventurous guy I've ever known who is not (GASP!) on Facebook. However, the amazing photographer who captured that magical day is on facebook (hi Airika!) and so is his sister (hi KJ) and his sister's bestest friend in the world (Hey Lynn!).
3. I not so recently graduated from a fantastic graduate program at Seattle University. Aside from the educational aspects, I had taken to calling myself B. Henderson at that point only to find that there was another B. Henderson in my program. (Hey there Brittany). We look nothing alike and don't have much of the same background but rumor has it our applications were mixed up a bit. Lucky me, I got the henderso Seattle U email addy.
4. I think I just heard a gun shot in my backyard. This is not unusual.
5. I love to scrapbook like you wouldn't believe. Even better than scrapbooking are the other people you meet who do it. Folks like JJ (the amazing founder of www.scrapinstyletv.com), and Kayla(the cutest bit of photographic memory and funny stories of "underage" shopping at Victoria's Secret you will ever meet).
6. I am, indeed I should say, I WAS totally a band geek. All the way until my senior year of college when I just fell off the earth and became a total slacker. I mean, I was privileged to attend a real Ivy League school with a REAL Marching Band (not real by Alex's standards...we'll tag him later...but real by Ivy League standards). I got to hang out with the likes of Matthew (hey Matt!) when we were both Co-Alumni Something or another Chairs and I went home with Kyle (hey Kyle!) and his brood of women and remember falling totally in love with bagels and Kyle telling me that it figures that I got the white gumball out of the gumball machine cause I was totally going to end up with a white guy. This before I dated the starter husband and married the current paler shade of pale dude. And I had a really good time usually hanging out with Cathy - especially the time I slept in a room of like 19 girls on the floor of some Harvard dude's place (I think it was Harvard) and forgot my dang boots at his place all in the name of traveling with the band. Ahh...Big Red Clarinets. Those were the days. Okay...not really. But band was kinda (definitely) a good way to avoid doing any bio homework. Which would explain why I graduated Ivy and work for the Girl Scouts. I'm just saying is all.
7. Speaking of Cornell folks, it would NOT be a trip down memory lane if I didn't tag Charline who never writes back on Facebook or Linked In (she's a busy woman) but who better stop trying to ignore a sister before I post some "beautiful to me" pictures of her from back in the day. She was my suite mate at Ujamaa.
8. Oh and yes...that summer at Cornell after Freshman year when Alex came to save my sanity. I owe my college graduation to that dude. Otherwise, I would have gone home to El Paso and probably stayed there after trying my darndest to flunk out of my bio major. Alas...that summer was not my best Alex memory. See Alex and I go way back. There was this one night...in high school...no not high school marching band when the shoe wouldn't get up and march. I can't quite remember if this was before or after that but I do know that one night, my mom came into the living room at like 3 and the morning and demanded to know who I was talking to. It was Alex of course. To which she replied "Really? I mean you had band practice until like 9 tonight and you're going to see him again in like 2 hours...can't you just go to sleep?" Instead, we proceeded to watch the sunrise on the phone and I told him my cheerios story. I shudder just thinking about that.
9. These need to be way shorter. I talk a lot.
10. Back in high school, when Alex and I just couldn't let go but were totally poor college students, we went back to do this celebration, grad dinner for a handful of juniors (then seniors) who were really important to us. Sad thing? I can't remember the full on group of folks. But I am pretty certain (not positive, I'm getting old and could never remember anything in my younger days either) that Michelle and Tihara were both there. Perhaps Marida was there too...
11. At the very least Marida and Rachel had the distinct pleasure of freezing their butts off in Ithaca one fine October evening. I've got the pictures to prove that from my starter marriage.
12. I worked my butt off for the Obama campaign last year. And met lots of amazing people like Brita and Majid and Wyatt while doing so.
13. I don't go home to Texas nearly enough. But one of the best times of my life was helping Cindy to plan our 10 year reunion (yep, it has been that long--here's to 20!).
14. When I worked at Seattle University (law), I told Miranda all my secrets and I totally miss working with her even though she only lives a few block away from me and I should call her more often.
15. I always like hanging out with Nitin and Anjli because, aside from being good people, they have the cutest most adorable daughter who is probably my fave local little person right about now.
16. I want to move to the suburbs and get a little lap dog that I can walk with my hubby and his great dane.
17. I kind of sort of wish I still traveled a lot so that I could see and meet up with all the people I knew in real life, now only see online and really should have taken more time to see in person.
18. I love Seattle. Of all the places I've lived, this is hands down my fave place and I would have NEVER been that kid growing up who thought I would ever make it this far, on this side of the country, out of Texas.
19. Speaking of Texans...one of my fave memories of Texas people is Jennette C who actually lives in AZ now. One Christmas, Rachel drug myself and Jennette, Anti-Christ One and Two, to a Christmas pageant. She was trying to be a good Catholic. It was a rather long pageant and at one point, just when we thought it would be over, Act 427billion started. To which Jennette proclaimed (very loudly) "Oh JESUS!" in a very exasperated tone. I could NOT, STOP, LAUGHING.
20. Much like that time, my senior year in high school, when I played the part of the Stage Manager in Our Town. You know...the grave scene in the end. It really wasn't no where near that funny Rachel. But when that arbor was drug by that wedding dress and no one on stage could stop laughing, I think that did in our drama instructor. That was the best play ever.
21. Going WAY back. When I lived in the projects, Veronica and I would go door to door with my sister selling cupcakes for a quarter. I just baked some cookie monster cupcakes (best quote of the weekend...Me: "What are you whining about?" him "I really want a cookie monster, but I don't have any milk.") and I guarantee you I could get at least a buck each for them.
22. Napa Valley and Monterey are my fave places in the world. So long as we don't eat at Pebble Beach and we save enough funds to ship home.
23. My husband calls me death. Mostly because I'm ALWAYS deathly cold...no warmth to my extremeties. I tell him not to call me that in public because most people don't get it. But then you touch me and you get it. Doesn't help that I work in a office where we have to coordinate who gets to turn on which space heater first and we look forward to days when we're the only one in the office because that means we get to crank the heat.
24. I really, REALLY miss my grandmother.
25. I LOVE Wii...it is so good to be addicted to something not so totally bad for you. Of course I can't golf in real life (but I CAN bowl and have enough rhythm still to cut a rug every now and again), but it is fun to think that I can translate all those mad skills to the non-virtual world.
How many of ya'll are on facebook? How come you have not befriended me? Don't be intimidated by the massive lists...I promise I'll even share my flair with you. And THAT is saying a lot.
All said, Alex, the dude I "talk" to like one a blue moon (aka, almost never), tagged me. Here's to a long blog post to share that tag:
1. I work with an AWESOME set of colleagues who put up with my randomness and still manage to be more than amazing at what they do. And since they do it for the Girl Scouts, that just makes them super special. Case in point, Maria.
2. I got married in July to the smartest, most brillant, sexiest, funnest, most adventurous guy I've ever known who is not (GASP!) on Facebook. However, the amazing photographer who captured that magical day is on facebook (hi Airika!) and so is his sister (hi KJ) and his sister's bestest friend in the world (Hey Lynn!).
3. I not so recently graduated from a fantastic graduate program at Seattle University. Aside from the educational aspects, I had taken to calling myself B. Henderson at that point only to find that there was another B. Henderson in my program. (Hey there Brittany). We look nothing alike and don't have much of the same background but rumor has it our applications were mixed up a bit. Lucky me, I got the henderso Seattle U email addy.
4. I think I just heard a gun shot in my backyard. This is not unusual.
5. I love to scrapbook like you wouldn't believe. Even better than scrapbooking are the other people you meet who do it. Folks like JJ (the amazing founder of www.scrapinstyletv.com), and Kayla(the cutest bit of photographic memory and funny stories of "underage" shopping at Victoria's Secret you will ever meet).
6. I am, indeed I should say, I WAS totally a band geek. All the way until my senior year of college when I just fell off the earth and became a total slacker. I mean, I was privileged to attend a real Ivy League school with a REAL Marching Band (not real by Alex's standards...we'll tag him later...but real by Ivy League standards). I got to hang out with the likes of Matthew (hey Matt!) when we were both Co-Alumni Something or another Chairs and I went home with Kyle (hey Kyle!) and his brood of women and remember falling totally in love with bagels and Kyle telling me that it figures that I got the white gumball out of the gumball machine cause I was totally going to end up with a white guy. This before I dated the starter husband and married the current paler shade of pale dude. And I had a really good time usually hanging out with Cathy - especially the time I slept in a room of like 19 girls on the floor of some Harvard dude's place (I think it was Harvard) and forgot my dang boots at his place all in the name of traveling with the band. Ahh...Big Red Clarinets. Those were the days. Okay...not really. But band was kinda (definitely) a good way to avoid doing any bio homework. Which would explain why I graduated Ivy and work for the Girl Scouts. I'm just saying is all.
7. Speaking of Cornell folks, it would NOT be a trip down memory lane if I didn't tag Charline who never writes back on Facebook or Linked In (she's a busy woman) but who better stop trying to ignore a sister before I post some "beautiful to me" pictures of her from back in the day. She was my suite mate at Ujamaa.
8. Oh and yes...that summer at Cornell after Freshman year when Alex came to save my sanity. I owe my college graduation to that dude. Otherwise, I would have gone home to El Paso and probably stayed there after trying my darndest to flunk out of my bio major. Alas...that summer was not my best Alex memory. See Alex and I go way back. There was this one night...in high school...no not high school marching band when the shoe wouldn't get up and march. I can't quite remember if this was before or after that but I do know that one night, my mom came into the living room at like 3 and the morning and demanded to know who I was talking to. It was Alex of course. To which she replied "Really? I mean you had band practice until like 9 tonight and you're going to see him again in like 2 hours...can't you just go to sleep?" Instead, we proceeded to watch the sunrise on the phone and I told him my cheerios story. I shudder just thinking about that.
9. These need to be way shorter. I talk a lot.
10. Back in high school, when Alex and I just couldn't let go but were totally poor college students, we went back to do this celebration, grad dinner for a handful of juniors (then seniors) who were really important to us. Sad thing? I can't remember the full on group of folks. But I am pretty certain (not positive, I'm getting old and could never remember anything in my younger days either) that Michelle and Tihara were both there. Perhaps Marida was there too...
11. At the very least Marida and Rachel had the distinct pleasure of freezing their butts off in Ithaca one fine October evening. I've got the pictures to prove that from my starter marriage.
12. I worked my butt off for the Obama campaign last year. And met lots of amazing people like Brita and Majid and Wyatt while doing so.
13. I don't go home to Texas nearly enough. But one of the best times of my life was helping Cindy to plan our 10 year reunion (yep, it has been that long--here's to 20!).
14. When I worked at Seattle University (law), I told Miranda all my secrets and I totally miss working with her even though she only lives a few block away from me and I should call her more often.
15. I always like hanging out with Nitin and Anjli because, aside from being good people, they have the cutest most adorable daughter who is probably my fave local little person right about now.
16. I want to move to the suburbs and get a little lap dog that I can walk with my hubby and his great dane.
17. I kind of sort of wish I still traveled a lot so that I could see and meet up with all the people I knew in real life, now only see online and really should have taken more time to see in person.
18. I love Seattle. Of all the places I've lived, this is hands down my fave place and I would have NEVER been that kid growing up who thought I would ever make it this far, on this side of the country, out of Texas.
19. Speaking of Texans...one of my fave memories of Texas people is Jennette C who actually lives in AZ now. One Christmas, Rachel drug myself and Jennette, Anti-Christ One and Two, to a Christmas pageant. She was trying to be a good Catholic. It was a rather long pageant and at one point, just when we thought it would be over, Act 427billion started. To which Jennette proclaimed (very loudly) "Oh JESUS!" in a very exasperated tone. I could NOT, STOP, LAUGHING.
20. Much like that time, my senior year in high school, when I played the part of the Stage Manager in Our Town. You know...the grave scene in the end. It really wasn't no where near that funny Rachel. But when that arbor was drug by that wedding dress and no one on stage could stop laughing, I think that did in our drama instructor. That was the best play ever.
21. Going WAY back. When I lived in the projects, Veronica and I would go door to door with my sister selling cupcakes for a quarter. I just baked some cookie monster cupcakes (best quote of the weekend...Me: "What are you whining about?" him "I really want a cookie monster, but I don't have any milk.") and I guarantee you I could get at least a buck each for them.
22. Napa Valley and Monterey are my fave places in the world. So long as we don't eat at Pebble Beach and we save enough funds to ship home.
23. My husband calls me death. Mostly because I'm ALWAYS deathly cold...no warmth to my extremeties. I tell him not to call me that in public because most people don't get it. But then you touch me and you get it. Doesn't help that I work in a office where we have to coordinate who gets to turn on which space heater first and we look forward to days when we're the only one in the office because that means we get to crank the heat.
24. I really, REALLY miss my grandmother.
25. I LOVE Wii...it is so good to be addicted to something not so totally bad for you. Of course I can't golf in real life (but I CAN bowl and have enough rhythm still to cut a rug every now and again), but it is fun to think that I can translate all those mad skills to the non-virtual world.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Officially
Going for it.
Lots of work to prep amd get ready. Including packing up the computer and the scrappy scraps. But I'm so ready to do this. So I think I need to go and scrap some more.
Need to start packing but I just can't believe that I won't have access to all these little bits and pieces to play with for months on end. Potentially even 9 months. He'll play civilization on xbox...I'll play Wii Sims (or civilization when he's done) and the time will fly.
In the meantime, my hot shower to warm up and bed call me.
Here's to good credit, patience, not overextending yourself, lots of luck and loving on the greatest guy I've ever known. And really appreciating that he professes to love me just as much if not more. Thankfully, I love him most.
Hope you scrappers enjoyed the pub class. Hope you picture takers are getting your fill. Blog stalkers, I'm sorry. Stacey, call me so we can chat about your easter visit. Liisa call me back cause I've got scrap to give (and drama to fill you in on). Little brother...Seattle is like 40 minutes from Ft. Lewis...if you leave up out of Washington and don't tell me, there will be hell to pay. My nephew never reads my blog, but I think about him all the time (the oldest one...I actually have what...like 5 nephews not that you would know it from my scrapping or writing). All said that I love you, think it rocks that you're an orchestra geek and love Mozart's Medley and I still have your nose that I borrowed from Thanksgiving. You'll have to come to Seattle to retrieve it.
Which reminds me...on our not Valentine's day...we should go to Purple or King Fish. Yes...that is for the benefit of he who occassionally notes that he needs to check this place out to make sure I'm not posting naughty pictures (aka, any picture with him in it). Almost time for Lion King!
Lots of work to prep amd get ready. Including packing up the computer and the scrappy scraps. But I'm so ready to do this. So I think I need to go and scrap some more.
Need to start packing but I just can't believe that I won't have access to all these little bits and pieces to play with for months on end. Potentially even 9 months. He'll play civilization on xbox...I'll play Wii Sims (or civilization when he's done) and the time will fly.
In the meantime, my hot shower to warm up and bed call me.
Here's to good credit, patience, not overextending yourself, lots of luck and loving on the greatest guy I've ever known. And really appreciating that he professes to love me just as much if not more. Thankfully, I love him most.
Hope you scrappers enjoyed the pub class. Hope you picture takers are getting your fill. Blog stalkers, I'm sorry. Stacey, call me so we can chat about your easter visit. Liisa call me back cause I've got scrap to give (and drama to fill you in on). Little brother...Seattle is like 40 minutes from Ft. Lewis...if you leave up out of Washington and don't tell me, there will be hell to pay. My nephew never reads my blog, but I think about him all the time (the oldest one...I actually have what...like 5 nephews not that you would know it from my scrapping or writing). All said that I love you, think it rocks that you're an orchestra geek and love Mozart's Medley and I still have your nose that I borrowed from Thanksgiving. You'll have to come to Seattle to retrieve it.
Which reminds me...on our not Valentine's day...we should go to Purple or King Fish. Yes...that is for the benefit of he who occassionally notes that he needs to check this place out to make sure I'm not posting naughty pictures (aka, any picture with him in it). Almost time for Lion King!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thank goodness I'm not addicted to Facebook
because I don't know what I would do while the site was down for maintainance.
So.
It is snowing here. Well, flrry fluffified nonsense. Which he proclaims to love. I say get back to me when it sticks.
We just finished totally cleaning the house. And had a nostalgic moment of what this place has meant to us. Gulp.
I got a ton of pages done. But I need to photograph them. And finish them out. It felt really fun to just get pictures to paper again.
Tonight, steak, baked potato and salad...like being a kid all over again. I think I'll even get that dressing mix mom used to always get when we had steak night growing up. I've even agreed to watch what has been termed "My community college version of Breakfast Club" with my better half. He claims this movie (which I have never heard of) is right up there with Colors. Which, at one point, when I told him I had not see the whole movie (Colors) and had never seen I'm Gonna Get You Sucker...we had to have a movie night of course. Right after he asked me just how black I really am. Yes. I agree. It is probably a sad day when my whiter than white husband is more hood than me. And Liisa tried to to play all scared. Girl...I printed off that email summation of just how hood we are. I am going to put it on the fridge too.
So.
There is a ton going on in life right now that I don't blog about. I get conflicted. Because I know I don't remember anything (least of all to brush my teeth if my toothbrush didn't wink at me each time I go to the bathroom as a reminder that "Oh yeah...that little doodad is to brush my teeth with"). Okay. It isn't THAT bad, but I have all these systems set up for remembering stuff. One said system is my blog. For the kids I don't have that may want to come back and have an intimate (as intimate as something shared worldwide can be) look at who I was on January 25, 2009. All said. Lately. I have been relying on other's memories of the drama that is my life because some things are too sacred to blog. Which I know is saying a whole lot given some of the randomness I've typed and let fly here (who remembers the toilet...guess what...it came back). All said...it is starting to stick outside. It's 3 pm and I think I'll hit the shower now (hey now...I worked up a sweat with the whole cleaning thing), eat my leftover Mongolian grill and then, finally, get to moving.
For real.
So.
It is snowing here. Well, flrry fluffified nonsense. Which he proclaims to love. I say get back to me when it sticks.
We just finished totally cleaning the house. And had a nostalgic moment of what this place has meant to us. Gulp.
I got a ton of pages done. But I need to photograph them. And finish them out. It felt really fun to just get pictures to paper again.
Tonight, steak, baked potato and salad...like being a kid all over again. I think I'll even get that dressing mix mom used to always get when we had steak night growing up. I've even agreed to watch what has been termed "My community college version of Breakfast Club" with my better half. He claims this movie (which I have never heard of) is right up there with Colors. Which, at one point, when I told him I had not see the whole movie (Colors) and had never seen I'm Gonna Get You Sucker...we had to have a movie night of course. Right after he asked me just how black I really am. Yes. I agree. It is probably a sad day when my whiter than white husband is more hood than me. And Liisa tried to to play all scared. Girl...I printed off that email summation of just how hood we are. I am going to put it on the fridge too.
So.
There is a ton going on in life right now that I don't blog about. I get conflicted. Because I know I don't remember anything (least of all to brush my teeth if my toothbrush didn't wink at me each time I go to the bathroom as a reminder that "Oh yeah...that little doodad is to brush my teeth with"). Okay. It isn't THAT bad, but I have all these systems set up for remembering stuff. One said system is my blog. For the kids I don't have that may want to come back and have an intimate (as intimate as something shared worldwide can be) look at who I was on January 25, 2009. All said. Lately. I have been relying on other's memories of the drama that is my life because some things are too sacred to blog. Which I know is saying a whole lot given some of the randomness I've typed and let fly here (who remembers the toilet...guess what...it came back). All said...it is starting to stick outside. It's 3 pm and I think I'll hit the shower now (hey now...I worked up a sweat with the whole cleaning thing), eat my leftover Mongolian grill and then, finally, get to moving.
For real.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Girl Where You Be?
You know.
There was a time when I felt compelled to write daily. Sometimes many times a day. A stalker or two will do that for you (Alex...I know you're watching you lurker).
But then when your peeps check in daily even when you DON'T blog, that becomes a game in itself...to see just how long people will hold out hope that you might get your shtuff together and write some dang thing already.
Okay. I get it.
So what have I done with my super busy life in that span of time?
I'll start with what I have not done:
I have not cleaned any toilets. That is beneath me.
I have not cooked daily wholesome meals for my still fresh and newly minted husband.
I have not forgotten that as of today, I've been a Mrs. for 6 months.
I have not taken many pictures outside of say, Disneyland
I have not mouthed off
I have not scrapped all that much
I have not yet downloaded more itunes
I HAVE:
Started a cool puzzle
started to eat hummus again
been to Disneyland
been told more times than I think appropriate that I'm a closet Republican
(I guess the trip to the Regan Library didn't help that)
I was also told I'm an upperclass snob...because I don't like Applebees anymore
I vacuumed (finally) my scrap room
I started a book
I stated to plan out thenext 3-5 years of my/our work life at the jobby job
So see. Not much to blog about. Even though MANY times lately I have been caught saying "that is so bloggable."
I think I need more hummus.
There was a time when I felt compelled to write daily. Sometimes many times a day. A stalker or two will do that for you (Alex...I know you're watching you lurker).
But then when your peeps check in daily even when you DON'T blog, that becomes a game in itself...to see just how long people will hold out hope that you might get your shtuff together and write some dang thing already.
Okay. I get it.
So what have I done with my super busy life in that span of time?
I'll start with what I have not done:
I have not cleaned any toilets. That is beneath me.
I have not cooked daily wholesome meals for my still fresh and newly minted husband.
I have not forgotten that as of today, I've been a Mrs. for 6 months.
I have not taken many pictures outside of say, Disneyland
I have not mouthed off
I have not scrapped all that much
I have not yet downloaded more itunes
I HAVE:
Started a cool puzzle
started to eat hummus again
been to Disneyland
been told more times than I think appropriate that I'm a closet Republican
(I guess the trip to the Regan Library didn't help that)
I was also told I'm an upperclass snob...because I don't like Applebees anymore
I vacuumed (finally) my scrap room
I started a book
I stated to plan out thenext 3-5 years of my/our work life at the jobby job
So see. Not much to blog about. Even though MANY times lately I have been caught saying "that is so bloggable."
I think I need more hummus.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
At this very moment...
...I am watching him iron shirts
...I am thinking about getting a piece of coffee cake
...I'm trying to determine just how I want to finish off the wedding scrapbook
...I need to get up and go get m license/debit card pin
...almost as much as I need to go shop for Christmas ornaments for the 3 trees we'll have next year
...I really want to scrap
...he is watching an Oxygen channel movie
...he just turned it to some home improvement something
...we had to turn off the space heater so as not to short out the bedroom
...I think we should go downstairs and watch more West Wing episodes
...or get our 30 minutes in of Dance Dance revolution (thank you cutie!)
...but not drink anymore Silver Oak...sigh
...I could try to convince him to crack open another bottle of wine
...but I have some concerns over my need to drink $60 worth of wine per day. My share that is
...snow is going away
...he is denying me pizza...but I can have enchiladas instead
...we are debating who has the crazier past/family/life...
...right before realizing that now we get to share everything.
Ahhh.
Liisa and her ghetto fab self did the nicest little recap of crazyville for us the other day. I want to print it out and frame it. As a mere fleeting memory of "where we came from" cause really...really.
And no...I'm not checking the weather at Disneyland again.
...I am thinking about getting a piece of coffee cake
...I'm trying to determine just how I want to finish off the wedding scrapbook
...I need to get up and go get m license/debit card pin
...almost as much as I need to go shop for Christmas ornaments for the 3 trees we'll have next year
...I really want to scrap
...he is watching an Oxygen channel movie
...he just turned it to some home improvement something
...we had to turn off the space heater so as not to short out the bedroom
...I think we should go downstairs and watch more West Wing episodes
...or get our 30 minutes in of Dance Dance revolution (thank you cutie!)
...but not drink anymore Silver Oak...sigh
...I could try to convince him to crack open another bottle of wine
...but I have some concerns over my need to drink $60 worth of wine per day. My share that is
...snow is going away
...he is denying me pizza...but I can have enchiladas instead
...we are debating who has the crazier past/family/life...
...right before realizing that now we get to share everything.
Ahhh.
Liisa and her ghetto fab self did the nicest little recap of crazyville for us the other day. I want to print it out and frame it. As a mere fleeting memory of "where we came from" cause really...really.
And no...I'm not checking the weather at Disneyland again.
Monday, December 22, 2008
January 20 is less than a month away
Because January 20 can't get here fast enough and I clearly am a sucker for this kinda stuff:
Michael Franti and Spearhead Barack Obama song.
You can download it for free there too.
As we come to the end...
...of yet another year, you would think that nothing is going on how often I blog and all. I'm the first to admit I'm a bad blogger. So to attone for my sins (I mean, aside from being one of 10 people that made it to church yesterday...yeah...and what??), a rich interactive post is in order. Which means I need to switch to live writer so as to not get frustrated and want to toss this machine.
BRB
BRB
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Fun with iTunes and Pandora
So we all know how ticked I got with iTunes not too long ago. I'm over it. And to make up to the iTunes Gods, while I'm still not allowed to set foot in the Apple Store (all well and good enough), I think I can still do these little diddies so long as I mix a bit of Pandora goodness in there too. And we're off. Play along:
1. Put your iPod or other music player (iTunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
The Name of the song is your answer!
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 15 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.
*edit* so sorry but I forgot which of the 167 bloglines I got this from and all chains die with me because, well, like I said, I like the few friends I have and want to keep them. So blog lurkers, have fun, keep the flame alive. if you hipped me to this on your blog, chime in and I'll link you up.
1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Big Things Poppin
2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Whoa!
3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Make me Better
4.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Stuntin' Like My Daddy
5.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? A milli
6.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Awnaw
7.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Daydreamin'
8.WHAT IS 2+2? Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
9.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Moment of Clarity
10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Upgrade U
11.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Live Your Life
12.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Miss Independent
(fyi...this game is EERIE!)
13.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Love Lockdown
14.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? This is Why I'm hot
15.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Let's Ride
16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Get Silly
17.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Rehab
18.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Hey Lover
19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Player's Ball
20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Lookin' Boy
21.HOW WILL YOU DIE? Wipe Me Down
22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Call on Me
23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Breathe
24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Beautiful
25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Yahhh!
26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Flashing Lights
27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Swagga Like Us
28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Go
29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Throw Some Ds
(oh. my. dear. sweet. Jesus. lol)
30.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Hit 'em up style (oops!)
That took me like a week in draft to post. Enjoy!
1. Put your iPod or other music player (iTunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
The Name of the song is your answer!
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 15 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.
*edit* so sorry but I forgot which of the 167 bloglines I got this from and all chains die with me because, well, like I said, I like the few friends I have and want to keep them. So blog lurkers, have fun, keep the flame alive. if you hipped me to this on your blog, chime in and I'll link you up.
1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Big Things Poppin
2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Whoa!
3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Make me Better
4.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Stuntin' Like My Daddy
5.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? A milli
6.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Awnaw
7.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Daydreamin'
8.WHAT IS 2+2? Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
9.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Moment of Clarity
10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Upgrade U
11.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Live Your Life
12.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Miss Independent
(fyi...this game is EERIE!)
13.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Love Lockdown
14.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? This is Why I'm hot
15.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Let's Ride
16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Get Silly
17.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Rehab
18.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Hey Lover
19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Player's Ball
20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Lookin' Boy
21.HOW WILL YOU DIE? Wipe Me Down
22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Call on Me
23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Breathe
24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Beautiful
25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Yahhh!
26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Flashing Lights
27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Swagga Like Us
28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Go
29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Throw Some Ds
(oh. my. dear. sweet. Jesus. lol)
30.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Hit 'em up style (oops!)
That took me like a week in draft to post. Enjoy!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Life catch up
Oy. Razzle Dazzle...you make my world so special.
Snickers Cheesecake hipped to me by Becca. Think I might have to try that when I get back Sunday.
From where? Well from the Leavenworth Lighting Festival.
Snow is coming SNOW IS COMING! Hunker down. I love sweaters (smile).
I get to spend a whole weekend with him.
Nuff said (smile)
Snickers Cheesecake hipped to me by Becca. Think I might have to try that when I get back Sunday.
From where? Well from the Leavenworth Lighting Festival.
Snow is coming SNOW IS COMING! Hunker down. I love sweaters (smile).
I get to spend a whole weekend with him.
Nuff said (smile)
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Playing with Wedding photos
7 lucky photos. Trying to get the never to be completed scrapbook of wedding photos done.
Gorgeous photography by Gerald Pope and his stunningly talented wife Airika. Crop happy scrapper photoshop tinkering by moi. Enjoy the sneak peeks I posted at Scrapinstyle and here.
Other life updates:
I'm in the scrap room so iTunes is my friend again. Briefly.
Wii is addictive like you wouldn't believe.
Go big or go home. Let go, be free.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Done with iTunes
And with that, I'm done with iTunes. if it is that difficult, it is quickly becoming not worth it to me. not lazy, not stupid, just not going to waste hours of my life trying to sync and authorize computers that no longer exist and not being able to play music I've purchased where I want to play it. I tried artists. Now it's time to pilage the high music seas. I'm kidding. but these things call CDs cost about as much as them stupid iTunes that I can only (evidently) play on my computer in my home upstairs. not on my laptop (which resides in a different room upstairs) or on the computer downstairs (there is a whole level in between "upstairs" and "downstairs" so, maybe that makes a huge difference)...
done.
That playlist yesterday was fun while it lasted.
done.
That playlist yesterday was fun while it lasted.
Friday, December 05, 2008
The $80 birthday cake from heaven...
I've officially hit middle age and the coordinating mid-life crisis is probably about to hit. Probably.
Some brief(ish) observations:
Those who say you can't have "real" friends online that you've never met in real life know not the power of Facebook, Blogger and LinkedIn. Happy Birthday wishes from those folks I knew = 128. You all rocked my world for being a girl who doesn't really make much of a deal out of birthdays.
Life is way too short to play games. And just too short in general.
I need to see my family way more often. Especially since the Seattle move is looking far less likely for them and that makes me really, really, really sad.
El Paso isn't THAT bad. Okay...it's not that great either for a girl who grew up there and cannot get into "tourist" mode to save her life.
I miss her tons. So much. And I love how missing her with me were my mom and my nephew. Four generations (counting the cricket). Until November 1999, we actually had five generations going strong. I miss that second oldest so much. Love that she left such a legacy behind. Others may have, but I will never forget a single detail...how she smelled, how she smiled, how she sounded, how I loved her. Man I miss her.
Going. Thanks for all the well wishes and "thoughtful" emails. Yes, I have a blackberry now. Yes it is because I can't have a WAMU account anymore. Transitions are good. Generally. Because now this means I won't be getting an iPhone for Christmas. Friggin' AT&T.
Speaking of that cake. I LOVE how detail oriented he is. He actually called my fave place in town to order me a birthday cake. That is until he found out that said cake he was considering was going to (per slice) cost just as much as we paid for our wedding cake. Sometimes I love living with a finance geek. This is one of those times. Somehow, it doesn't seem as obnoxious when it is the two of us (or the five of us as often is the case there) shoveling through that wedge of red velvet goodness. But to feed a whole gang of folks, I agree...it's not our wedding part 2.
Speaking of the wedding...playing with photos and trying to get this book scrapped for a mommy Christmas gift. Cause though she loved my purse, I really don't want to have to regift that to her because I love my purse too. I should stop blogging.
That said:
Finally got the oil changed.
Might one day clean this scrap room.
Ikea Christmas tree tonight
sushi run is way overdue
I love scrapbooking and photography (still, keep trying)
I love music
To the last:
Groove On playlist in iTunes
Swagga Like Us - Jay-Z & T.I.
Wipe Me Down - Lil Boosie
Damn! (Club Mix) - YoungBloodz
Big Things Poppin (Do it) [clean] - T.I.
Awnaw - Nappy Roots
Yahhh! - Souljah Boy Tell 'Em
Lookin Boy - Hotstylz
My 64 - Mike Jones featuring Bun B & Snoop
Get Silly (Radio Edit) - V.I.C.
Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version) - Birdman & Lil Wayne
A Bay Bay - Hurricane Chris
Throw Some D's - Rich Boy
A Milli [clean] - Lil Wayne
Whoa! - Black Rob
Presidential tha Remix - YoungBloodz
Player's Ball - OutKast
Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik - Outkast
85 - YoungBloodz
Let's Ride - Montell Jordan
What's It Gonna Be - Busta Rhymes & Janet Jackson
This Is Why I'm Hot - Mims
Upgrade U - Beyonce
Live Your Life (featuring Rihanna)- T.I.
Beautiful - Snoop Dogg
Breathe - Blu Cantrell & Sean Paul
Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops!) - Blu Cantrell
Love Lockdown - Kanye West
Rehab - Rihanna
Hey Lover - LL Cool J & Boyz II Men
Make Me Better - Fabolous featuring
Miss Independent - Ne-Yo
Call on Me - Janet Jackson & Nelly
Have a fantastic weekend if I don't get ya on the rebound!
Some brief(ish) observations:
Those who say you can't have "real" friends online that you've never met in real life know not the power of Facebook, Blogger and LinkedIn. Happy Birthday wishes from those folks I knew = 128. You all rocked my world for being a girl who doesn't really make much of a deal out of birthdays.
Life is way too short to play games. And just too short in general.
I need to see my family way more often. Especially since the Seattle move is looking far less likely for them and that makes me really, really, really sad.
El Paso isn't THAT bad. Okay...it's not that great either for a girl who grew up there and cannot get into "tourist" mode to save her life.
I miss her tons. So much. And I love how missing her with me were my mom and my nephew. Four generations (counting the cricket). Until November 1999, we actually had five generations going strong. I miss that second oldest so much. Love that she left such a legacy behind. Others may have, but I will never forget a single detail...how she smelled, how she smiled, how she sounded, how I loved her. Man I miss her.
Going. Thanks for all the well wishes and "thoughtful" emails. Yes, I have a blackberry now. Yes it is because I can't have a WAMU account anymore. Transitions are good. Generally. Because now this means I won't be getting an iPhone for Christmas. Friggin' AT&T.
Speaking of that cake. I LOVE how detail oriented he is. He actually called my fave place in town to order me a birthday cake. That is until he found out that said cake he was considering was going to (per slice) cost just as much as we paid for our wedding cake. Sometimes I love living with a finance geek. This is one of those times. Somehow, it doesn't seem as obnoxious when it is the two of us (or the five of us as often is the case there) shoveling through that wedge of red velvet goodness. But to feed a whole gang of folks, I agree...it's not our wedding part 2.
Speaking of the wedding...playing with photos and trying to get this book scrapped for a mommy Christmas gift. Cause though she loved my purse, I really don't want to have to regift that to her because I love my purse too. I should stop blogging.
That said:
Finally got the oil changed.
Might one day clean this scrap room.
Ikea Christmas tree tonight
sushi run is way overdue
I love scrapbooking and photography (still, keep trying)
I love music
To the last:
Groove On playlist in iTunes
Swagga Like Us - Jay-Z & T.I.
Wipe Me Down - Lil Boosie
Damn! (Club Mix) - YoungBloodz
Big Things Poppin (Do it) [clean] - T.I.
Awnaw - Nappy Roots
Yahhh! - Souljah Boy Tell 'Em
Lookin Boy - Hotstylz
My 64 - Mike Jones featuring Bun B & Snoop
Get Silly (Radio Edit) - V.I.C.
Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version) - Birdman & Lil Wayne
A Bay Bay - Hurricane Chris
Throw Some D's - Rich Boy
A Milli [clean] - Lil Wayne
Whoa! - Black Rob
Presidential tha Remix - YoungBloodz
Player's Ball - OutKast
Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik - Outkast
85 - YoungBloodz
Let's Ride - Montell Jordan
What's It Gonna Be - Busta Rhymes & Janet Jackson
This Is Why I'm Hot - Mims
Upgrade U - Beyonce
Live Your Life (featuring Rihanna)- T.I.
Beautiful - Snoop Dogg
Breathe - Blu Cantrell & Sean Paul
Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops!) - Blu Cantrell
Love Lockdown - Kanye West
Rehab - Rihanna
Hey Lover - LL Cool J & Boyz II Men
Make Me Better - Fabolous featuring
Miss Independent - Ne-Yo
Call on Me - Janet Jackson & Nelly
Have a fantastic weekend if I don't get ya on the rebound!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Closer
Closer to a blogiversary and closer to a birthday and closer to some folks I didn't really get to meet all that much but had significant pull in bringing to this crazy town called Seattle.
Closer to figuring out what I want to do in life.
Closer to him (not Him...I need to get back to that house, but to him, the one over in the bedroom napping).
Closer to Friday.
Closer to closure.
Closer to getting the mojo back to scrap a thing or two.
Closer to letting it go and having fun with the important stuff again.
Closer to making it official.
Closer to going back to El Paso.
Closer to getting a shipment that should have done been here by now.
Closer to being scared to death over this economy and the tsunami to come (yes, I'm married to a finance geek if you didn't know that by now).
Lesson for the day courtesy of my often smarter half (or continued learning):
A recession is when your neighbor loses his job (WAMU is laying off close to 2000 folks in Seattle so lots of folks will understand that).
A depression is when you lose your job (technically, it would have been had it not been for the fact that I'm married to an analytical finance geek who is a networking dynamo and got to getting when he freaked that he wouldn't be able to provide for the little woman. Moreso when he realized yeah it would be fun to have a sugar mama, but it is usually more fun when said mama has sugar to give. I do work for a non-profit after all).
Back when the feds were all everything is rosey, I was a "sky is falling" crazy chic trying to convince everyone we were in a recession. I'm not going to break out the d word yet. Not until next week at least. I'll keep you posted on the status of our employment.
Closer to figuring out what I want to do in life.
Closer to him (not Him...I need to get back to that house, but to him, the one over in the bedroom napping).
Closer to Friday.
Closer to closure.
Closer to getting the mojo back to scrap a thing or two.
Closer to letting it go and having fun with the important stuff again.
Closer to making it official.
Closer to going back to El Paso.
Closer to getting a shipment that should have done been here by now.
Closer to being scared to death over this economy and the tsunami to come (yes, I'm married to a finance geek if you didn't know that by now).
Lesson for the day courtesy of my often smarter half (or continued learning):
A recession is when your neighbor loses his job (WAMU is laying off close to 2000 folks in Seattle so lots of folks will understand that).
A depression is when you lose your job (technically, it would have been had it not been for the fact that I'm married to an analytical finance geek who is a networking dynamo and got to getting when he freaked that he wouldn't be able to provide for the little woman. Moreso when he realized yeah it would be fun to have a sugar mama, but it is usually more fun when said mama has sugar to give. I do work for a non-profit after all).
Back when the feds were all everything is rosey, I was a "sky is falling" crazy chic trying to convince everyone we were in a recession. I'm not going to break out the d word yet. Not until next week at least. I'll keep you posted on the status of our employment.
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