I have marked this date on all five of my calendars. It's the release date for the 4th Harry Potter movie. I just got done watching the new theatrical trailer....OMG it's gonna be great...it'll be even greater if there's not a hockey game that night...anywho I went to imdb.com to read the full cast list. John Williams, unfortunately, did not compose the entire score. He does get credit for having composed the original Harry Potter theme. (Kudos for the film makers, that means I'll buy a ticket). I'm too upset about this...it means I have one less CD soundtrack to buy.
I've got several ideas for forthcoming Chantez-moi chapters...stay tuned....
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
OMG!!!
And I thought Christine's parking spot beneath my bedroom window was creepy...the other day on my way to work I was passed by a semi truck hauling caskets....for a company named BATES. (insert creepy high pitched screeching music and melon stabbing sounds here).
And in other news -- welcome to the Hornets and thank you for not completely evicting the Blazers for the 05-06 season.
And in other news -- welcome to the Hornets and thank you for not completely evicting the Blazers for the 05-06 season.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
He's out to get me...
...oh how I wish that I were referring to a French Canadian man in a bulky uniform...but alas, I'm not...on with the story...
I happen to know a guy who is a dead ringer for Stephen King. Most of my usual blog readers will know to whom I am referring. He used to manage the Sonic in Guthrie. On two-fer night Tuesday 'the mother' and I would go for burgers and it never failed....he would be the one to take the order. "Welcome to Sonic may I take your order?" "Yeah, don't kill me." (as a side note...never, never, never, never, and I do mean never go to the Guthrie Sonic. You'll probably die of food poisoning due to change in management -- ain't that a riot?) Anywho things have seemed to come full circle. I've finally reached a point of happiness in my life....great apartment, great job, great seats for a certain sporting event....when all of a sudden, last week I started sleeping with my closet light on. Now I consider myself to be a heavy sleeper, despite the tossing and turning, and have been told that I snore and/or sing in my sleep. So what has happened to bring about this sudden change in lifestyle?? Well honey let me tell ya...Christine is parked directly under my bedroom window. I ain't lying. One of my new neighbors drives a 1966 Plymouth Fury. When I leave for work in the morning I swear to God it's always staring at me. It'll probably follow me around town one of these days. (conspiracy theorists and taunters of younger sisters please provide your comments now).
One final thing before leaving....how do I post a blog roll on my main page? Michelle?!?! Yoo-hoo Michelle I think I need your help on this one!
I happen to know a guy who is a dead ringer for Stephen King. Most of my usual blog readers will know to whom I am referring. He used to manage the Sonic in Guthrie. On two-fer night Tuesday 'the mother' and I would go for burgers and it never failed....he would be the one to take the order. "Welcome to Sonic may I take your order?" "Yeah, don't kill me." (as a side note...never, never, never, never, and I do mean never go to the Guthrie Sonic. You'll probably die of food poisoning due to change in management -- ain't that a riot?) Anywho things have seemed to come full circle. I've finally reached a point of happiness in my life....great apartment, great job, great seats for a certain sporting event....when all of a sudden, last week I started sleeping with my closet light on. Now I consider myself to be a heavy sleeper, despite the tossing and turning, and have been told that I snore and/or sing in my sleep. So what has happened to bring about this sudden change in lifestyle?? Well honey let me tell ya...Christine is parked directly under my bedroom window. I ain't lying. One of my new neighbors drives a 1966 Plymouth Fury. When I leave for work in the morning I swear to God it's always staring at me. It'll probably follow me around town one of these days. (conspiracy theorists and taunters of younger sisters please provide your comments now).
One final thing before leaving....how do I post a blog roll on my main page? Michelle?!?! Yoo-hoo Michelle I think I need your help on this one!
Monday, September 12, 2005
Birthday
So I talked to 'the mother' the other day. Actually my calls to her have increased over the past few weeks. She seems to think I'm making a rather big deal about my birthday. DUH! It's my 30th birthday for crying out loud! In my opinion she isn't making a big enough deal about it. I mean her youngest child is turning 30 this year. When I found out that my hockey team is out of town on October 29 I began making plans to go see them play.....in Odessa, Texas. I told my mom about it and she said if I found a more reasonable alternative then we would do it. So on October 21 the Blazers play in Wichita (oh hell yeah, I remember the last time they played there)...anywho I suggested that idea and 'the mother' black-balled it immediately. So I called her on Saturday night with my final idea (third time's a charm, right?) well it wasn't. I've been wanting to go back and eat at Old Germany Restaurant in Choctaw. I've been wanting to go back for 6 or 7 years. Obviously that isn't a good idea either. So I unloaded on her....my 16th birthday sucked, my 18th birthday sucked, my 21st birthday sucked (don't even get me started), my 25th birthday sucked (it was a big deal to turn 25 in the year 2000). Then she said, "it sounds like you've led a rather sucky life." SHE SAID IT, NOT ME. This lady at work said "screw 30 and celebrate 40." Whatever, thanks for the advice....
Have you all heard the Bud Light "Real American Heroes" and "Real Men of Genius" commercials? I heard one this morning that was "today we salute you Mr. Ceremonial 1st Pitch Thrower Outer." Now everyone knows that the highlight of these commercials is the dude singing in the background. So Mr. Announcer is talking about walking to the mound, throwing the pitch, and all of a sudden Mr. Singer Dude says "Oww, you hit me in the groin." Definitely the best one I've heard in awhile. But my fave has got to be "Mr. Toilet Paper Roll Refiller---you do your business so we can do ours."
And last but not least a deep thought by Jack Handy......When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and started wondering who this person was and why he had deer horns.
Have you all heard the Bud Light "Real American Heroes" and "Real Men of Genius" commercials? I heard one this morning that was "today we salute you Mr. Ceremonial 1st Pitch Thrower Outer." Now everyone knows that the highlight of these commercials is the dude singing in the background. So Mr. Announcer is talking about walking to the mound, throwing the pitch, and all of a sudden Mr. Singer Dude says "Oww, you hit me in the groin." Definitely the best one I've heard in awhile. But my fave has got to be "Mr. Toilet Paper Roll Refiller---you do your business so we can do ours."
And last but not least a deep thought by Jack Handy......When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and started wondering who this person was and why he had deer horns.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Chantez-moi
"Boulevard of Broken Dreams"
jdh 9/2/05
My love for this song does not convey similar feelings for the band...especially after Jeremy told me about the anti-Bush propaganda on Green Day's current album. For me this is mainly one of those songs that I turn up the volume and sing as loud as I can. I don't like the re-mix though. I like Oasis but not when mixed with Green Day. I visited Quizilla the other day and according to them, this is my theme song...I'm not quite sure what to think of that yet. My fave lyric in the song is "my shadow's the only one to walk beside me"...if for no other reason than it's poetic flavor really jumps out at me.
My other purpose for this chapter relates to the poster...we all know the one...cafe on the corner...Marilyn, Elvis, Bogey, James Dean..but did you know that this almost truly perfect and classical moment in pop-art has modernized...no what's a better word...upgraded...how about DESTROYED! Cheryl and I were at Bed Bath & Beyond cruising the posters and found the new cafe poster. Same title but different figures. The patrons are now Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison (I think) and in through the door walks Kurt Cobain. WTF?!?! Okay, here's what's wrong with the updated version: 1) they shouldn't have been screwing around with the original in the first place. I mean, why mess with a good thing? 2) Who in their right (or in this case wrong) mind would include Cobain with the likes of Joplin, Hendrix, and Morrison. I will concede the fact that yes, Cobain was talented in his own rite.....but not in the same realm as the other three. I mean, could Nirvana have produced the grandeur of "Purple Haze," "Take Another Little Piece of My Heart," and dare I say it "Riders on the Storm?" Honestly, why honor the man who came out of a drug induced coma and then put a bullet through his brain.
I do get the point behind the updated cafe scene....these were great musicians that all died of drug/alcohol overdoses. But still.....can I get a cry of McBarf from the congregation? Why isn't Cass Eliot on there....not a drug related death but still a great talent who died too young....and what about John Belushi? And if someone as undeserving and current as Kurt Cobain is on there, then let's also add River Phoenix and all the guitarists that the Chili Peppers went through.
jdh 9/2/05
My love for this song does not convey similar feelings for the band...especially after Jeremy told me about the anti-Bush propaganda on Green Day's current album. For me this is mainly one of those songs that I turn up the volume and sing as loud as I can. I don't like the re-mix though. I like Oasis but not when mixed with Green Day. I visited Quizilla the other day and according to them, this is my theme song...I'm not quite sure what to think of that yet. My fave lyric in the song is "my shadow's the only one to walk beside me"...if for no other reason than it's poetic flavor really jumps out at me.
My other purpose for this chapter relates to the poster...we all know the one...cafe on the corner...Marilyn, Elvis, Bogey, James Dean..but did you know that this almost truly perfect and classical moment in pop-art has modernized...no what's a better word...upgraded...how about DESTROYED! Cheryl and I were at Bed Bath & Beyond cruising the posters and found the new cafe poster. Same title but different figures. The patrons are now Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison (I think) and in through the door walks Kurt Cobain. WTF?!?! Okay, here's what's wrong with the updated version: 1) they shouldn't have been screwing around with the original in the first place. I mean, why mess with a good thing? 2) Who in their right (or in this case wrong) mind would include Cobain with the likes of Joplin, Hendrix, and Morrison. I will concede the fact that yes, Cobain was talented in his own rite.....but not in the same realm as the other three. I mean, could Nirvana have produced the grandeur of "Purple Haze," "Take Another Little Piece of My Heart," and dare I say it "Riders on the Storm?" Honestly, why honor the man who came out of a drug induced coma and then put a bullet through his brain.
I do get the point behind the updated cafe scene....these were great musicians that all died of drug/alcohol overdoses. But still.....can I get a cry of McBarf from the congregation? Why isn't Cass Eliot on there....not a drug related death but still a great talent who died too young....and what about John Belushi? And if someone as undeserving and current as Kurt Cobain is on there, then let's also add River Phoenix and all the guitarists that the Chili Peppers went through.
Monday, August 22, 2005
And mom always said I was scatterbrained...
I got this from Margi's blog...the results were surprising...I always thought I was half-and-half...
| You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained |
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports. |
Are'>http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/">Are You Right or Left Brained?
And mom always said I was scatterbrained...
I got this idea from Margi's blog...the results were surprising...I always thought I was half-and-half...
| You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained |
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports. |
Are You Right or Left Brained?
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Again I ask, why do I need a title?
Those that know me best acknowledge the fact that I am an extremely impatient person. Those that know me best will all acknowledge my frustration intended by this next sentence -- THIS WAITING THING IS KILLING ME!!! October 21, 2005 can't get here fast enough. That's two whole months left of waiting. OH THE AGONY. They've already started pre-season football and crap like that, so why can't they have some pre-season hockey? I'm dying here!
I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for bearing with me on this. I suppose I'll have to do a countdown like I did for Episode III (may the force and the puck be with us).
And now to catch everyone up on things. I left Bone & Joint Hospital and have started with a company called Phy-Con. I've been there a week and I absolutely love it! It's a very nurturing environment yet completely psychotic environment (in the very best sense of the word). I'm going to like it there.
On Thursday the 18th I made a visit to 23rd Street Body Piercing in OKC. I spent alot of time with a totally gorgeous guy named Mike (oh the green eyes were faboo). And I left the place with an extra bit of jewelry in my nose. I had my left nostril done. I'm still trying to get used to the constant booger sensation I've got. It's just been a few days and they said that was to be expected.
I'm at the library right now and I've just received a message that my time is almost up. I hate to cut this short, but I'll add more tomorrow...
I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for bearing with me on this. I suppose I'll have to do a countdown like I did for Episode III (may the force and the puck be with us).
And now to catch everyone up on things. I left Bone & Joint Hospital and have started with a company called Phy-Con. I've been there a week and I absolutely love it! It's a very nurturing environment yet completely psychotic environment (in the very best sense of the word). I'm going to like it there.
On Thursday the 18th I made a visit to 23rd Street Body Piercing in OKC. I spent alot of time with a totally gorgeous guy named Mike (oh the green eyes were faboo). And I left the place with an extra bit of jewelry in my nose. I had my left nostril done. I'm still trying to get used to the constant booger sensation I've got. It's just been a few days and they said that was to be expected.
I'm at the library right now and I've just received a message that my time is almost up. I hate to cut this short, but I'll add more tomorrow...
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
OMG!!!
We're all going to hell in a handbasket!
This time the basket is being carried by Dusty Dvoracek and Todd Bertruzzi. Here's why: that place that has the audacity to call themselves the university of Oklahoma has never followed the rules, has never followed through on a punishment, they a lot of good talk but fail to walk the walk. How else would that idiot Dvoracek have gotten reinstated to the football team? Oh, I suppose I need to mention that he did apply for medical hardship with the NCAA (whatever). I swear the only good thing to come out of that school was my cousin Angie (hooray! How are you, Mike, and Tabitha?).
And don't even get me started on the Bertruzzi incident. He was supposedly slapped with a lifetime ban from the NHL. However, according to yesterday's e-mail newspaper he was reinstated. HOLY SHIT PEOPLE! The vicious pig bastard took a cheap shot on another player which broke his neck and the another is (un)officially a quadriplegic now. Now hockey is my sport and the occasional cheap shot is practically mandatory when you're on the defensive/offensive/face-off/whatever. But this particular incident went a bit too far. The reasoning behind this was that his year suspension was over. WTF?!? Need I remind you that there wasn't a season last year (thanks again to vicious pig bastards). I feel that Bertruzzi's punishment should be carried over and apply to this season of actual gameplay.
That's just the way I feel about things, crap, whatever. I shall now get back to work, or shall now start to work, whatever. Only three more days babe...
This time the basket is being carried by Dusty Dvoracek and Todd Bertruzzi. Here's why: that place that has the audacity to call themselves the university of Oklahoma has never followed the rules, has never followed through on a punishment, they a lot of good talk but fail to walk the walk. How else would that idiot Dvoracek have gotten reinstated to the football team? Oh, I suppose I need to mention that he did apply for medical hardship with the NCAA (whatever). I swear the only good thing to come out of that school was my cousin Angie (hooray! How are you, Mike, and Tabitha?).
And don't even get me started on the Bertruzzi incident. He was supposedly slapped with a lifetime ban from the NHL. However, according to yesterday's e-mail newspaper he was reinstated. HOLY SHIT PEOPLE! The vicious pig bastard took a cheap shot on another player which broke his neck and the another is (un)officially a quadriplegic now. Now hockey is my sport and the occasional cheap shot is practically mandatory when you're on the defensive/offensive/face-off/whatever. But this particular incident went a bit too far. The reasoning behind this was that his year suspension was over. WTF?!? Need I remind you that there wasn't a season last year (thanks again to vicious pig bastards). I feel that Bertruzzi's punishment should be carried over and apply to this season of actual gameplay.
That's just the way I feel about things, crap, whatever. I shall now get back to work, or shall now start to work, whatever. Only three more days babe...
Thursday, August 04, 2005
OMG!!!
'Ello me bloggers. I've spent the better part of a week wondering about how far it is from OKC to Midland/Odessa. It has now become apparent that my travel plans should shift to the north, and should probably include my sister Cheryl and brother-in-law David. But enough about that...
Good news! I'm getting out of the hell hole that is Bone and Joint Hospital. I've gotten the job with PhyCon and I start the 15th. HOORAY!!! No more bitching and griping, no more stress induced rash on the nape of my neck, no more insomnia, no more leaving work angry and crying, and no more condescending co-workers and passive-aggressive bosses and selfish pig bastards in upper managerial positions who don't give their employees the time of day but don't hesitate to piss on them all and run for safety. The count down is on...only seven more days until freedom!
I must be off...I've got a date with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix...Chantez-moi as soon as I get inspired...
Good news! I'm getting out of the hell hole that is Bone and Joint Hospital. I've gotten the job with PhyCon and I start the 15th. HOORAY!!! No more bitching and griping, no more stress induced rash on the nape of my neck, no more insomnia, no more leaving work angry and crying, and no more condescending co-workers and passive-aggressive bosses and selfish pig bastards in upper managerial positions who don't give their employees the time of day but don't hesitate to piss on them all and run for safety. The count down is on...only seven more days until freedom!
I must be off...I've got a date with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix...Chantez-moi as soon as I get inspired...
Sunday, July 17, 2005
OMG!!!
Okay these buttons have the alphabet on them, this button changes my font color. Oh and this button says OMG!!! Sorry it's been so long...
I went to my first arena football game last night. I couldn't get into it, but at least I tried something new. I should've stayed and home and finished reading Goblet of Fire (currently on page 360-ish of 730+). Anywho here's what I found wrong with the whole sporting event:
1) The team's co-owner is Barry Switzer.
2) I couldn't understand anything that was said. Whatever they layed on the floor really screwed up the acoustics.
3) I don't know who all was there for the hockey ticket holders, we had to have been all scattered about. We should have been seated in the same section and at the front (because even though I hate football, I wanted to catch a ball or a player or whatever).
4) Maybe I should have mentioned this first -- when I first walked in there was a huge lump of fabric laying in the north end zone. As the kick off approached about 40 guys lead by some old Navy dude (no pun intended) started to untangle the mess --- WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE THE AMERICAN FLAG!!!!! During the National Anthem they had some kids running along underneath it to keep it from touching the ground, but as they were rolling it back up a couple of end guys were kind of slacking off and getting their side dirty. Well hells bells guys let me run out to the car and get my spare bottle of kerosene and book of matches so I can help you guys along. And since I'm on my patriotic soap box yet again, I thought you were to remain standing until the flag exited the area. OMG!!! I thought we were all going to hell in a hand basket, but I do believe we are already there.
Don't tell her I said this, but I think that perhaps my mom did raise me right...at least as far as flag etiquette is concerned.
I went to my first arena football game last night. I couldn't get into it, but at least I tried something new. I should've stayed and home and finished reading Goblet of Fire (currently on page 360-ish of 730+). Anywho here's what I found wrong with the whole sporting event:
1) The team's co-owner is Barry Switzer.
2) I couldn't understand anything that was said. Whatever they layed on the floor really screwed up the acoustics.
3) I don't know who all was there for the hockey ticket holders, we had to have been all scattered about. We should have been seated in the same section and at the front (because even though I hate football, I wanted to catch a ball or a player or whatever).
4) Maybe I should have mentioned this first -- when I first walked in there was a huge lump of fabric laying in the north end zone. As the kick off approached about 40 guys lead by some old Navy dude (no pun intended) started to untangle the mess --- WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE THE AMERICAN FLAG!!!!! During the National Anthem they had some kids running along underneath it to keep it from touching the ground, but as they were rolling it back up a couple of end guys were kind of slacking off and getting their side dirty. Well hells bells guys let me run out to the car and get my spare bottle of kerosene and book of matches so I can help you guys along. And since I'm on my patriotic soap box yet again, I thought you were to remain standing until the flag exited the area. OMG!!! I thought we were all going to hell in a hand basket, but I do believe we are already there.
Don't tell her I said this, but I think that perhaps my mom did raise me right...at least as far as flag etiquette is concerned.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Baby's got whiplash and Jack Daniels made breakfast
OMG! The people at Buncomb Creek are nucking futs! So needless to say I fit right in, or they fit right in with me, either way it was almost scary. Nobody wears a hair net, but I sat and ate my hamburger anyway. Everybody rides around in golf carts now. It's a good thing I wasn't driving although I have to say backseat road rage is pretty bad, too. I got to meet the infamous Diana and her infamous relations. I have a feeling my aching stomach muscles will be around for another week. The food was all good, especially that brisket I helped to make. I went to a party on Sunday night and had to dodge fireworks all night (just kidding). I was sitting near where the guys were lighting them and setting them off. It was so cool. They were going off for nearly an hour before some buttface lawyer started complaining about the ashes and crap landing in his yard and on his house. Well tough tittle honey you're outnumbered by a few thousand lake-goers. I think at this point "The Angry American" started playing on the radio, how appropriate. The live band was great. They were really getting into the swing of things. I asked Cheryl how long before David starts yelling "Freebird!" I don't think he did. The band played my personal favorite Tom Petty song "Running Down a Dream." I did my horns, stood up, and yelled. This guy sitting behind me saw fit to remind me that I was still in Oklahoma and I was surrounded by Sooners. Who gives a crap?!? I was there to have fun....and I did.
We left a day early because we were all suffering from "Corbin-fever." Corbin Isaiah was born on July 1 and I got to see him on the 4th. He's all cute and wrinkly and perfect. I had him held kind of funny with his arm pinned against me. I was so concerned about his arm that I forgot to support his neck and when I handed him back to Jeremy, he went floppy. Needless to say Aunt Julie is going to let Corbin have plenty of recovery time before she goes to see him again.
I should probably try and get some work done. My idiot co-workers are concerned about me because I'm not happy to be back at work. Why the hell should I be?
We left a day early because we were all suffering from "Corbin-fever." Corbin Isaiah was born on July 1 and I got to see him on the 4th. He's all cute and wrinkly and perfect. I had him held kind of funny with his arm pinned against me. I was so concerned about his arm that I forgot to support his neck and when I handed him back to Jeremy, he went floppy. Needless to say Aunt Julie is going to let Corbin have plenty of recovery time before she goes to see him again.
I should probably try and get some work done. My idiot co-workers are concerned about me because I'm not happy to be back at work. Why the hell should I be?
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Musical Tag
Thanks alot Michelle (she types sarcastically)
Total volume of music on my computer: zero.
Last CD I bought: the soundtrack for Star Wars Episode III.
Last CD I acquired: a Michael Buble sampler. The Magic Man from KMGL gave it to me when I still worked at the box office.
Five songs that I listen to alot, or that mean alot to me:
1. Devotion by Newsboys. This is my current favorite praise and worship song.
2. Wild Women by The Big Three. I LOVE THIS SONG! It's soulful, sexy, and is proof to any man that us BBW's in the world are too.
3. Buddies Again by Emily Boyett and Julia Ham. Yes, you read that correctly. Emily was one of my best friends in grade school. We thought it was pretty neat that our dad's were both named Charles. It never failed that on the first day of school you would find us climbing on the jungle gym and making up verses to "our song." When we graduated in 1994 she signed my senior yearbook "remember when we were buddies again?"
4. Bye, Bye, Bye by N'Sync. Let's just call this one of those little guilty pleasures, shall we?!?
5. This Means War by Petra. The first song on the first CD I ever had. My brother gave it to me back in his basic training years (mid to late 80's I do believe). I still have it. I still play it. The case is broken, but the disc doesn't have any scratches.
...and since Michelle did six...
6. America by Neil Diamond. Not a patriotric song by any means, but still powerful. The one and only time I ever listened to that radio freak Delilah, a Russian man had called in and wanted to hear a song that explained how he felt about our country, and this is what she picked. Then on the morning of September 11, 2001, after the planes hit the World Trade Center, KOMA DJ Danny Williams played this song......powerful.
Total volume of music on my computer: zero.
Last CD I bought: the soundtrack for Star Wars Episode III.
Last CD I acquired: a Michael Buble sampler. The Magic Man from KMGL gave it to me when I still worked at the box office.
Five songs that I listen to alot, or that mean alot to me:
1. Devotion by Newsboys. This is my current favorite praise and worship song.
2. Wild Women by The Big Three. I LOVE THIS SONG! It's soulful, sexy, and is proof to any man that us BBW's in the world are too.
3. Buddies Again by Emily Boyett and Julia Ham. Yes, you read that correctly. Emily was one of my best friends in grade school. We thought it was pretty neat that our dad's were both named Charles. It never failed that on the first day of school you would find us climbing on the jungle gym and making up verses to "our song." When we graduated in 1994 she signed my senior yearbook "remember when we were buddies again?"
4. Bye, Bye, Bye by N'Sync. Let's just call this one of those little guilty pleasures, shall we?!?
5. This Means War by Petra. The first song on the first CD I ever had. My brother gave it to me back in his basic training years (mid to late 80's I do believe). I still have it. I still play it. The case is broken, but the disc doesn't have any scratches.
...and since Michelle did six...
6. America by Neil Diamond. Not a patriotric song by any means, but still powerful. The one and only time I ever listened to that radio freak Delilah, a Russian man had called in and wanted to hear a song that explained how he felt about our country, and this is what she picked. Then on the morning of September 11, 2001, after the planes hit the World Trade Center, KOMA DJ Danny Williams played this song......powerful.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Chantez-moi
Today's chapter is a double dose of musical bliss. Thanks yet again to my sister Cheryl for giving me this idea (if I ever publish this on paper, I'm dedicating the book to you). The other night at Del Rancho she and I were talking about the forthcoming Pavarotti concert in Tulsa. Cheap seats for $125 and I had the money to go. I even had the $40 for tickets.com service charges. However, I am not going to the concert. I spent the money on something else (Plexiglas kicks ass!!) I made the comment that since I'm not going to Pavarotti, I should just try and make it to Dallas and see Eminem for some 'anger management.' Cheryl started laughing and said that I had gone from one extreme to the other. So without further adieu, here's today's most eclectic chapter:
"Nessun Dorma"
Pavarotti's signature song...from the opera 'Turandot.' I get goosebumps every time I hear this song. I have a CD of the original three tenors concert and talk about a bawl-fest extraordinaire. The final encore is this song sung by all three. Oh my! When they hit that note (you know the one) I go running for Kleenex, and then I hit rewind and listen again.
"Lose Yourself"
I mentioned "Bohemian Rhapsody" being biographical for Freddie Mercury. I consider this song the same for Eminem...and I mean in real life, not just in "8 Mile." I saw the movie in Edmond with a bunch of spoiled rich kids who didn't have a clue. Hell, they still don't have a clue and I'm still standing on the brink fighting for my chance to cross the mile...
"Nessun Dorma"
Pavarotti's signature song...from the opera 'Turandot.' I get goosebumps every time I hear this song. I have a CD of the original three tenors concert and talk about a bawl-fest extraordinaire. The final encore is this song sung by all three. Oh my! When they hit that note (you know the one) I go running for Kleenex, and then I hit rewind and listen again.
"Lose Yourself"
I mentioned "Bohemian Rhapsody" being biographical for Freddie Mercury. I consider this song the same for Eminem...and I mean in real life, not just in "8 Mile." I saw the movie in Edmond with a bunch of spoiled rich kids who didn't have a clue. Hell, they still don't have a clue and I'm still standing on the brink fighting for my chance to cross the mile...
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Chantez-moi
"I Stand Alone"
Don't get mad Cheryl - I'm doing another Godsmack song.
Long story short -- I have abandonment issues. It's most likely related to being the youngest of five by 8 1/2 years. Now it's compounded by the fact that my closest coworkers have quit and gone on to better jobs. I don't feel stuck in a rut because I know that my turn is coming soon. I feel left behind and hung out to dry (holy crap how many more stupid cliches can I put on this blog anyway). So now I, like the Scorpion King and Sully Erna (gorgeous for a Wiccan), am left standing alone, sort of like the statue of liberty. Only I want to know whom I'm holding a torch to light the way for.
Don't get mad Cheryl - I'm doing another Godsmack song.
Long story short -- I have abandonment issues. It's most likely related to being the youngest of five by 8 1/2 years. Now it's compounded by the fact that my closest coworkers have quit and gone on to better jobs. I don't feel stuck in a rut because I know that my turn is coming soon. I feel left behind and hung out to dry (holy crap how many more stupid cliches can I put on this blog anyway). So now I, like the Scorpion King and Sully Erna (gorgeous for a Wiccan), am left standing alone, sort of like the statue of liberty. Only I want to know whom I'm holding a torch to light the way for.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Dear, oh dear, oh dear...
What kind of world are we living in when Judas and Herod get longer and louder applause than the King of Kings?!? Herod's 'back up group' were dancing around like 20's flappers, very cute. I had seen "Jesus Christ Superstar" before, but this was a much better stage production.
Short and sweet and time for bed. Stay tuned for the next installment of Chantez-moi...
Short and sweet and time for bed. Stay tuned for the next installment of Chantez-moi...
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Tag, I'm it!
Okay Michelle and Kool-aid. Here are my childhood memories that I really miss the most:
**Playing in mud puddles with Jeremy and Joe. After a good rain my old driveway was a virtual swamp and the three of us would play for hours. Then we got hosed off and were let back inside the house.
**Playing in the snow with my mom's dogs Daisy and Lucy. Oh my gosh have you ever seen a fat wiener dog try to leap over a mound of snow?
**Daisy and Lucy being at the bus stop. It never failed they were there with me in the morning, and they would be sitting there at 3:30 in the afternoon when I got off the bus. And when it snowed, Daddy would come and we'd sit in the truck, but Daisy would still be sitting there at the front axle keeping watch.
**Daddy coming to get me at 5:00 in the morning to go eat donuts -- because apparently fresh donuts aren't good enough. They have to be the fresh donuts from the first batch of the day, at the exact moment they are taken out of the oven. I'd always get two blueberry donuts and a Dr. Pepper.
**Halloween costumes. I know that as adults we can still get away with dressing up and going to Halloween parties, but dressing up as a kid and going out for trick-or-treats was special. It was before the religious people in the community started saying that it was the devil's holiday and before all the psychos were putting poison and razor blades in candied apples and tootsie rolls.
Oh! Can I do six things instead of only five? I forgot about this: CABOOSES! I remember when trains still had cabooses and brake-men who would always wave. That was one of the best things about visiting Seward as a kid. When the railroad crossing warning went off, me and the cousins would go stand in the middle of the road and watch as the train went by.
I don't have a blogroll set up yet, so I'll just refer you back to michellecanning.blogspot.com. You might also want to visit Jessica at maraposa-something-or-other.
**Playing in mud puddles with Jeremy and Joe. After a good rain my old driveway was a virtual swamp and the three of us would play for hours. Then we got hosed off and were let back inside the house.
**Playing in the snow with my mom's dogs Daisy and Lucy. Oh my gosh have you ever seen a fat wiener dog try to leap over a mound of snow?
**Daisy and Lucy being at the bus stop. It never failed they were there with me in the morning, and they would be sitting there at 3:30 in the afternoon when I got off the bus. And when it snowed, Daddy would come and we'd sit in the truck, but Daisy would still be sitting there at the front axle keeping watch.
**Daddy coming to get me at 5:00 in the morning to go eat donuts -- because apparently fresh donuts aren't good enough. They have to be the fresh donuts from the first batch of the day, at the exact moment they are taken out of the oven. I'd always get two blueberry donuts and a Dr. Pepper.
**Halloween costumes. I know that as adults we can still get away with dressing up and going to Halloween parties, but dressing up as a kid and going out for trick-or-treats was special. It was before the religious people in the community started saying that it was the devil's holiday and before all the psychos were putting poison and razor blades in candied apples and tootsie rolls.
Oh! Can I do six things instead of only five? I forgot about this: CABOOSES! I remember when trains still had cabooses and brake-men who would always wave. That was one of the best things about visiting Seward as a kid. When the railroad crossing warning went off, me and the cousins would go stand in the middle of the road and watch as the train went by.
I don't have a blogroll set up yet, so I'll just refer you back to michellecanning.blogspot.com. You might also want to visit Jessica at maraposa-something-or-other.
Chantez-moi
"Bohemian Rhapsody"
I'm ashamed to admit that the first time I heard this song was either in the context of "Wayne's World" or during the tribute concert for Freddie Mercury. What first appealed to me was the piano throughout the song...absolutely love it...still looking for the sheet music. And then one night I woke up with an epiphany (apostrophe for those fans of 'Hook'). I realized just how autobiographical the second verse is. Did Mercury know the events he was foreshadowing when these lyrics were written? Although "Bohemian" is not my favorite Queen song, I can definitely appreciate it more.
6/14/05 jdh
I'm ashamed to admit that the first time I heard this song was either in the context of "Wayne's World" or during the tribute concert for Freddie Mercury. What first appealed to me was the piano throughout the song...absolutely love it...still looking for the sheet music. And then one night I woke up with an epiphany (apostrophe for those fans of 'Hook'). I realized just how autobiographical the second verse is. Did Mercury know the events he was foreshadowing when these lyrics were written? Although "Bohemian" is not my favorite Queen song, I can definitely appreciate it more.
6/14/05 jdh
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The List
What's up with lists? David Letterman has them. Amazon.com has a top 25 list for every movie genre possible. There's Top 40, The New York Bestsellers, etc, etc. So here is my list:
Top Ten Songs That Need To Be Sung by Eric Cartman
10. The overplayed 'lift me up song' by Josh Groban.
9. Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
8. Nothing Compares to You by Sinead O'Connor
7. Stayin' Alive by the BeeGees
6. Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin
5. Poison by Alice Cooper
4. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard
3. Rocky Raccoon by the Beatles (almost sacrilege but had to include a song by the Fab Four).
2. Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith (Ha - respect my authority!)
And the #1 song that needs to be sung by Cartman....
Beautiful by Christina Aguilera
Gotta love Cartman (except when he's killing Kenny or the Jews of South Park).
Top Ten Songs That Need To Be Sung by Eric Cartman
10. The overplayed 'lift me up song' by Josh Groban.
9. Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
8. Nothing Compares to You by Sinead O'Connor
7. Stayin' Alive by the BeeGees
6. Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin
5. Poison by Alice Cooper
4. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard
3. Rocky Raccoon by the Beatles (almost sacrilege but had to include a song by the Fab Four).
2. Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith (Ha - respect my authority!)
And the #1 song that needs to be sung by Cartman....
Beautiful by Christina Aguilera
Gotta love Cartman (except when he's killing Kenny or the Jews of South Park).
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Chantez-moi
"Whatever"
I've been listening to Godsmack alot lately. It's usually what's in the CD player when I'm angry (as opposed to something calm and soothing). My favorite lyric from this song is in the first verse: 'I don't need your shit today. You're pathetic in your own way.' Of note, be sure to turn the volume down when at a red light surrounded by homeless people...or at least roll up the window. When I saw the band in concert, this was the second or third song of their set. Totally awesome. Everything was wireless and they moved about the stage. No stage diving or crowd surfing or anything remotely cool; but just a huge pulsating mob. And those of us getting high from the second hand pot smoking were having an exceptionally great time. I quickly learned the words and was screaming 'better fucking go away' with the rest of them.
jdh 6/5/05
I've been listening to Godsmack alot lately. It's usually what's in the CD player when I'm angry (as opposed to something calm and soothing). My favorite lyric from this song is in the first verse: 'I don't need your shit today. You're pathetic in your own way.' Of note, be sure to turn the volume down when at a red light surrounded by homeless people...or at least roll up the window. When I saw the band in concert, this was the second or third song of their set. Totally awesome. Everything was wireless and they moved about the stage. No stage diving or crowd surfing or anything remotely cool; but just a huge pulsating mob. And those of us getting high from the second hand pot smoking were having an exceptionally great time. I quickly learned the words and was screaming 'better fucking go away' with the rest of them.
jdh 6/5/05
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