Lets talk about the top 5 things that piss me off so I feel better.
1. What happened to the letter H? Why don't people use it anymore? Wit+H=With. Wit isn't the same as WitH. Wat+H=WHAT. Wat isn't the same as wHat.
Wit is a form of intellectual humour, and a wit is someone skilled in making witty remarks. Forms of wit include the quip and repartee
A wat (derived from the Sanskrit word वात Vattaka) is a monastery temple in Cambodia, Thailand, or Laos. The word "wat" (Khmer: វត្ត, Thai: วัด, sometimes rendered "vat" when referring to Laos) means "school."
Therefore, when you use the word wat instead of what or wit instead of with, you really don't make sense. I think most of us graduated from High school (Or High Wat). I'm fairly certain somewhere along the line a teacher taught us how to spell What and With. It's not like it really saves you that much time or energy by excluding the H in these words. I think it just makes you look less intelligent than you really are which makes me sad. I propose we all start a movement to start adding the H where it is needed. Woo's wit me on dis? :)
2. Let's also talk about when people use the letters r, u or c instead of are, you or see. Come on people. Quit being lazy. Now I'm not saying I'm not guilty of using those letters if I'm trying to fit a lot into a 160 character sensitive text message. Sometimes you have to use your space wisely in those cases but if you are sending me a text that says "wat r u ^ 2" I don't have the energy to get out my super hero decoder ring to figure out what the hell you are saying. If you can't be bothered with typing stuff out then don't bother sending me a text. Just sayin.
Let's move off grammar and on to other things that annoy me.
3. Des Moines averages 33 inches of snowfall per winter. Give or take a few. This year we are already up to 69 inches of snow. For those of you who don't know how to spell what or with let me help you. That is over double the amount we usually have. DOUBLE. 2 TIMES the normal amount. I think we have every right to be pissed off about that. I think any of us have a right to be annoyed and complain that we get 6.7 inches of snow on the first day of spring after having a winter from hell. Therefore, don't tell me to "get over it" if I'm not happy about the snow at this point in the year. I am over the snow and over you. I don't want it anymore. I don't think it's pretty. I don't want to see it again until December.
4. I like to take vacations. That doesn't mean I'm unhappy with my life. That doesn't mean that I'm looking for more than what I have at home. It doesn't mean that I'm not content in my every day life. All it means is I like to travel. I like to go different places and see different things. It's educational. I learn things when I travel. I see historical things. I see pieces of United States history. I don't need people making comments about how they don't feel like they need to travel because they are content with what they have. They don't feel the need to search for something better. That's not why I travel. It's fine if you don't feel the need to leave your house that you can't afford but don't begrudge me a vacation because I know how to live within my means.
5. I don't like it when TV channels show movies that have words or scenes in them that go against the stations rules so they change them. If there is a movie that isn't suitable for that particular channel I would appreciate it if they just choose not to show it. It annoys me when I see that there is a movie on and I'm all excited to watch it then I turn it on and it's like watching a completely different movie. I'm watching one of those right now. It takes away from the intention and integrity of the movie.
I might try to start blogging again on a more regular basis. We'll see.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Lets talk about Michael Jackson for a minute....
Because we haven't heard enough about him in the past week. I'll start off by saying that when the Thriller TAPE came out I was in Elementary school and I'm not gonna lie, I loved everything about it and I still do. I remember watching the Thriller video. It scared the holy hell out of me but I HAD to watch it everytime it came on. In all honesty, if it came on right now I would stop typing this and watch the entire thing. When she ran up to that house and all the zombies started breaking in to get her...It still creeps me out just thinking about it. My dad disagrees with me but he was the Elvis Presley of my generation. Do I think he was as important as Elvis was to the evolution of Rock N Roll? No, but I'm partial to big E. Michael changed the face of music as much as he changed his own face. He was an all around entertainer.
I had a silk scarf that had a picture of him laying down in his white pants wearing a yellow sweater. I'm sure some of you know the exact picture I'm talking about. I would take my sisters "ghettoblaster" outside by the swingset and play that tape while I was playing outside. Sometimes I would even take that silk scarf out there with me and hang it on the swingset while I played.
I remember when I saw the video for Billie Jean. I thought that sidewalk that lit up was probably the coolest thing I had ever seen up to that point of my young life. I wanted to know where in the world that sidewalk was and I wanted to go there and walk on it. Krystals mom had the Thriller album. Her mom was a babysitter and all of the kids she watched were younger than we were. When they would really get on our nerves we would put Thriller on because the song scared them. We were mean girls.
My mom also loved herself some Michael Jackson. There is no doubt in my mind that if she were still alive when he came to Ames a few years back she would have dragged my sister and myself to see him in concert. I know somewhere right now she is crying a little over his death. That doesn't say much though because she was a natural crier. She cried over everything.
Now lets get down to the real stuff. He was a great entertainer, that's all hunky doory but lets not forget that he was also "accused" of being a child molester. Although he was found innocent I will go on the record right now and say that there is not one tiny cell in my body that believes that he was innocent. If he were innocent he wouldn't have paid those families off. Now, did he think what he was doing to those kids was wrong??? Probably not. In his messed up mind, I think, he thought what he was doing to them was showing them that he loved them. I don't think he did it maliciously. Does that make him any less of a child molester? NO WAY!!! There are plenty of murderers out there that don't think what they had done was wrong but that doesn't mean they are innocent. Your warped sense of right and wrong shouldn't be enough to get you off on a child molestation charge.
That is why I'm not all torn up about his death. I was surprised by it but I am not crying about it. I don't understand how someone can do such horrible things to children but since he was the self proclaimed "King of Pop" all of a sudden its ok. It is just fine if you are a baby raper as long as you make a lot of money, sing songs and dance for us. Entertain us and we don't care what you do to our children behind closed doors. I guarentee if he was Michael Jones living next door and he was an accused but never convicted child molester nobody would be upset if he died.
I'm worried about "his" kids. I don't believe for one second that any of those kids are his biological children. I just hope that nothing happened to them while he was raising them. I'm sure he loved them very much and it was clear that he took good care of them (except when he was dangling Blanket off the side of the balcony) but again, we don't always know what happens behind closed doors. I just hope they were safe the entire time they were in his custody.
I guess that is all I have to say about Michael Jackson. I just want to remind everyone that these are just my opinions. If you read this and are pissed off about what I wrote, well, I don't really care. You don't have to bother replying and telling me how stupid I am because I don't really need your opinion. I have plenty of my own.
I had a silk scarf that had a picture of him laying down in his white pants wearing a yellow sweater. I'm sure some of you know the exact picture I'm talking about. I would take my sisters "ghettoblaster" outside by the swingset and play that tape while I was playing outside. Sometimes I would even take that silk scarf out there with me and hang it on the swingset while I played.
I remember when I saw the video for Billie Jean. I thought that sidewalk that lit up was probably the coolest thing I had ever seen up to that point of my young life. I wanted to know where in the world that sidewalk was and I wanted to go there and walk on it. Krystals mom had the Thriller album. Her mom was a babysitter and all of the kids she watched were younger than we were. When they would really get on our nerves we would put Thriller on because the song scared them. We were mean girls.
My mom also loved herself some Michael Jackson. There is no doubt in my mind that if she were still alive when he came to Ames a few years back she would have dragged my sister and myself to see him in concert. I know somewhere right now she is crying a little over his death. That doesn't say much though because she was a natural crier. She cried over everything.
Now lets get down to the real stuff. He was a great entertainer, that's all hunky doory but lets not forget that he was also "accused" of being a child molester. Although he was found innocent I will go on the record right now and say that there is not one tiny cell in my body that believes that he was innocent. If he were innocent he wouldn't have paid those families off. Now, did he think what he was doing to those kids was wrong??? Probably not. In his messed up mind, I think, he thought what he was doing to them was showing them that he loved them. I don't think he did it maliciously. Does that make him any less of a child molester? NO WAY!!! There are plenty of murderers out there that don't think what they had done was wrong but that doesn't mean they are innocent. Your warped sense of right and wrong shouldn't be enough to get you off on a child molestation charge.
That is why I'm not all torn up about his death. I was surprised by it but I am not crying about it. I don't understand how someone can do such horrible things to children but since he was the self proclaimed "King of Pop" all of a sudden its ok. It is just fine if you are a baby raper as long as you make a lot of money, sing songs and dance for us. Entertain us and we don't care what you do to our children behind closed doors. I guarentee if he was Michael Jones living next door and he was an accused but never convicted child molester nobody would be upset if he died.
I'm worried about "his" kids. I don't believe for one second that any of those kids are his biological children. I just hope that nothing happened to them while he was raising them. I'm sure he loved them very much and it was clear that he took good care of them (except when he was dangling Blanket off the side of the balcony) but again, we don't always know what happens behind closed doors. I just hope they were safe the entire time they were in his custody.
I guess that is all I have to say about Michael Jackson. I just want to remind everyone that these are just my opinions. If you read this and are pissed off about what I wrote, well, I don't really care. You don't have to bother replying and telling me how stupid I am because I don't really need your opinion. I have plenty of my own.
Friday, January 2, 2009
The good ol' days
I was just reading a blog by someone else and starting thinking about Christmas when I was a kid.
Every year I would go to Southridge Mall to sit on Santa's lap to tell him what I wanted. I knew I would get what I asked for because the Santa at Southridge was the "real" Santa. The ones that we would see at Kmart and other places were just his "helpers". I remember telling a Santa at Kmart that I knew he wasn't the REAL santa but his secret was safe with me. It amazed me that I wasn't scared of Santa. When I was little I had a horrible fear of beards. I'm not sure why or what made me so scared of men with beards but Santa never feel into that fear. He was safe. After all, he brought me gifts. How bad could he be? I could never quite understand why I always had to sit on Santa's lap to tell him what I wanted but my sister that is 11 1/2 years older than I am NEVER had to go sit on his lap, yet he always knew exactly what she wanted. I never thought to hard about it. He brought me what I wanted so I didn't really care about her luck.
On Christmas Eve we would have the whole family over to exchange gifts. I couldn't wait for them to leave so Santa would come to visit. Our house that we lived in was an old 2 story house. Surprisingly for as old as it was we didn't have a fireplace. That never concerned me though. I knew the big guy would be able to come in the back door to drop off my gifts. Our back door was almost as old as our house I think. It didn't have a lock that worked so the way we would "lock" it was we would shove a butter knife between the door jam and the molding around the door. It would prevent the door from opening. Therefore we felt safe?!?! Most of the time it was my job to check the back door to make sure it was "locked" meaning the butter knife was inserted. I was never tall enough to "lock" the door so if it wasn't locked I would have to have one of the parents insert the butter knife. On Christmas Eve I would always go to make sure the butter knife was NOT in the door. I didn't want to lock Southridge Santa out.
I had my Christmas Eve Checklist
1. Assess the butter knife situation...check.
2. Make sure the cookies were out for santa...check.
3. Try my best to go to sleep...check.
Christmas morning I would always wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to see what Southridge Santa brought me. The rule was my parents and my sister had to be awake before we opened gifts. My mom was usually awake but my sister was a teenager that needed her beauty rest. I would ALWAYS have to wake her up and it usually took more than one attempt. We would open our gifts. I would continue playing with my gifts and my sister would go back to bed. At that point I didn't care. I was free and clear to play with all my new toys.
Then there was the year my parents dropped the bomb. I remember it like it was yesterday. My parents sat me down and said they had something to tell me. My mom was sobbing uncontrollably, as usual. My dad drops the bomb. Santa's not real, not even the one at Southridge. I looked at them, shrugged my shoulders and said "I know, Michelle already told me" I had known since the year before but I didn't want to let my parents know. I wanted to make sure I still got my gifts. You must believe if you want to receive. My moms tears stopped instantly. What they thought would be the most tramatic news of my life so far was no big deal. I had already mourned the death of Southridge Santa. I was over it. I was just playing along at that point. I didn't want to disappoint the parents.
Since I didn't believe in Santa my parents didn't have to do the whole Christmas morning thing anymore. They would usually save our big gift for later in the night after every else had left. Well that year they were going to let us do our Santa gifts on Christmas morning. My big gift was a new stereo. In was one of those huge ones with the speakers that were about 3 feet tall. We went to bed knowing my parents would be putting out our "santa" gifts for us in the morning. At about 2 am I hear my dad saying "psst Mary Ann. Wake up. Come downstairs." What in the heck is he up to? I get up, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus on the bright light of our living room. As I walk in I hear the angelic voices of the Beach Boys singing Kokomo. It was coming from my brand new HUGE stereo that was set up in the middle of the dining room. It was a double whammy. I got my stereo PLUS a new bitchin cassette tape to listen to. The soundtrack to the blockbuster Cocktail. A movie that I hadn't seen yet but I knew I loved every song on the Soundtrack. Can we say Don't Worry Be Happy??? My parents were both so excited to give me my gift. Unfortunately I didn't share the same enthusiasm in the wee hours of the morning. I looked at it and said "wow, cool. Can I go back to bed?" They knew the magic of Santa was gone forever and I was getting to the age of sleep being more important than anything else in the world. I loved that stereo with all my heart. It had all kinds of equalizers that I were to NEVER touch or I was pretty sure the stereo would explode into little bits of plastic. That was the kind of importance my parents put on me NEVER touching those equalizers. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with my parents sitting there all night on Christmas Eve saying "does that sound good?" "What about this, is that better?" while my dad adjusted them to make it have just the right amount of treble and bass.
I think it was the next year that my sister got a brand new typewriter so she could type her papers in college. I got an army green TV. My parents had just spent all winter redoing my bedroom. Everything was Mauve and Country Blue. My mom had spent so long making sure everything matched perfectly then they bust out this army green tv. My first words when I opened it were "WOW, AWESOME, A TV. It's GREEN. Can I paint it?" Come to find out my dad was very excited about me having a green tv. To be honest I liked the green better than the mauve and country blue in my roomm. I didn't paint that tv. I made sure everyone who came in my room saw that I was super cool because I had a green tv.
Those are just a few of my childhood christmas memories. I hope everyone has a great 2009!!!
Every year I would go to Southridge Mall to sit on Santa's lap to tell him what I wanted. I knew I would get what I asked for because the Santa at Southridge was the "real" Santa. The ones that we would see at Kmart and other places were just his "helpers". I remember telling a Santa at Kmart that I knew he wasn't the REAL santa but his secret was safe with me. It amazed me that I wasn't scared of Santa. When I was little I had a horrible fear of beards. I'm not sure why or what made me so scared of men with beards but Santa never feel into that fear. He was safe. After all, he brought me gifts. How bad could he be? I could never quite understand why I always had to sit on Santa's lap to tell him what I wanted but my sister that is 11 1/2 years older than I am NEVER had to go sit on his lap, yet he always knew exactly what she wanted. I never thought to hard about it. He brought me what I wanted so I didn't really care about her luck.
On Christmas Eve we would have the whole family over to exchange gifts. I couldn't wait for them to leave so Santa would come to visit. Our house that we lived in was an old 2 story house. Surprisingly for as old as it was we didn't have a fireplace. That never concerned me though. I knew the big guy would be able to come in the back door to drop off my gifts. Our back door was almost as old as our house I think. It didn't have a lock that worked so the way we would "lock" it was we would shove a butter knife between the door jam and the molding around the door. It would prevent the door from opening. Therefore we felt safe?!?! Most of the time it was my job to check the back door to make sure it was "locked" meaning the butter knife was inserted. I was never tall enough to "lock" the door so if it wasn't locked I would have to have one of the parents insert the butter knife. On Christmas Eve I would always go to make sure the butter knife was NOT in the door. I didn't want to lock Southridge Santa out.
I had my Christmas Eve Checklist
1. Assess the butter knife situation...check.
2. Make sure the cookies were out for santa...check.
3. Try my best to go to sleep...check.
Christmas morning I would always wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to see what Southridge Santa brought me. The rule was my parents and my sister had to be awake before we opened gifts. My mom was usually awake but my sister was a teenager that needed her beauty rest. I would ALWAYS have to wake her up and it usually took more than one attempt. We would open our gifts. I would continue playing with my gifts and my sister would go back to bed. At that point I didn't care. I was free and clear to play with all my new toys.
Then there was the year my parents dropped the bomb. I remember it like it was yesterday. My parents sat me down and said they had something to tell me. My mom was sobbing uncontrollably, as usual. My dad drops the bomb. Santa's not real, not even the one at Southridge. I looked at them, shrugged my shoulders and said "I know, Michelle already told me" I had known since the year before but I didn't want to let my parents know. I wanted to make sure I still got my gifts. You must believe if you want to receive. My moms tears stopped instantly. What they thought would be the most tramatic news of my life so far was no big deal. I had already mourned the death of Southridge Santa. I was over it. I was just playing along at that point. I didn't want to disappoint the parents.
Since I didn't believe in Santa my parents didn't have to do the whole Christmas morning thing anymore. They would usually save our big gift for later in the night after every else had left. Well that year they were going to let us do our Santa gifts on Christmas morning. My big gift was a new stereo. In was one of those huge ones with the speakers that were about 3 feet tall. We went to bed knowing my parents would be putting out our "santa" gifts for us in the morning. At about 2 am I hear my dad saying "psst Mary Ann. Wake up. Come downstairs." What in the heck is he up to? I get up, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus on the bright light of our living room. As I walk in I hear the angelic voices of the Beach Boys singing Kokomo. It was coming from my brand new HUGE stereo that was set up in the middle of the dining room. It was a double whammy. I got my stereo PLUS a new bitchin cassette tape to listen to. The soundtrack to the blockbuster Cocktail. A movie that I hadn't seen yet but I knew I loved every song on the Soundtrack. Can we say Don't Worry Be Happy??? My parents were both so excited to give me my gift. Unfortunately I didn't share the same enthusiasm in the wee hours of the morning. I looked at it and said "wow, cool. Can I go back to bed?" They knew the magic of Santa was gone forever and I was getting to the age of sleep being more important than anything else in the world. I loved that stereo with all my heart. It had all kinds of equalizers that I were to NEVER touch or I was pretty sure the stereo would explode into little bits of plastic. That was the kind of importance my parents put on me NEVER touching those equalizers. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with my parents sitting there all night on Christmas Eve saying "does that sound good?" "What about this, is that better?" while my dad adjusted them to make it have just the right amount of treble and bass.
I think it was the next year that my sister got a brand new typewriter so she could type her papers in college. I got an army green TV. My parents had just spent all winter redoing my bedroom. Everything was Mauve and Country Blue. My mom had spent so long making sure everything matched perfectly then they bust out this army green tv. My first words when I opened it were "WOW, AWESOME, A TV. It's GREEN. Can I paint it?" Come to find out my dad was very excited about me having a green tv. To be honest I liked the green better than the mauve and country blue in my roomm. I didn't paint that tv. I made sure everyone who came in my room saw that I was super cool because I had a green tv.
Those are just a few of my childhood christmas memories. I hope everyone has a great 2009!!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Have a Great Christmahanakwanzakuh!!!
I hope everyone has a great holiday what ever you choose to celebrate. Be safe and stay warm or cool depending on your location.
P.S. I rEaLlY hAtE iT wHeN pEoPle TyPe LiKe ThIs. It MaKeS mE wAnT rIp YoUr FiNgErS oFf AnD sHoVe ThEm WhErE tHe SuN dOeSn'T sHiNe. NoT tO mEnTiOn HoW lOnG iT tAkEs!
P.S. I rEaLlY hAtE iT wHeN pEoPle TyPe LiKe ThIs. It MaKeS mE wAnT rIp YoUr FiNgErS oFf AnD sHoVe ThEm WhErE tHe SuN dOeSn'T sHiNe. NoT tO mEnTiOn HoW lOnG iT tAkEs!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A little bit country, a little bit rocknroll
1. Does anyone else get creeped out by Donny and Marie Osmonds relationship? They are brother and sister but they are a little too close for comfort. Have you seen the new commercial. I don't know what its for but it has the 2 of them on it. Marie walks in with a birthday cake for Donny. When it shows the cake it has a picture of the 2 of them on it. That is just creepy. It just seems like they are ALWAYS together. They are mormon. You don't know what kind of crazy stuff they are into.
2. So I guess I ruined a suprise birthday party for me. My sister and my friends have been talking about throwing me a suprise party for my 20-10th birthday and I went ahead and started planning the exact party they were planning and I had no idea. Now my sister is bummed because I ruined her plans. I feel like I'm the planner and I feel like if I don't do it then it won't get done. I am a bit of a control freak I guess. Obviously if it is a suprise party I wouldn't know about it therefore I would believe that we weren't going to do anything for my 30th birthday which would make me sad. I feel like I never really do anything special for my birthdays. It is just another day that comes and goes. I hang out with my friends but I think the last time I had a real "Party" for my birthday I was turning 13. I'm pretty sure I still have the video from that birthday with Amanda teaching people how to properly brush their teeth and wash their face. Zeth claims he doesn't want to throw me a suprise party because he would be afraid he wouldn't know who to invite and he would leave someone out that I would want to invite. Since I only have like 5 friends it's not like he would forget any of them. Since most of my brothers and cousins won't come to my party because its during deer hunting season that cuts the guests in half. Now I want to have a little pity party for myself because I'm a loser with no friends.
3. We just had a HUGE major winter storm that shut down the entire city. Well that's what the weathermen want you to believe. They had the whole state freaked out about this huge storm that was going to hit. We were going to have at least 6 inches of snow. Everyone had to go to the grocery store on Sunday to get their bread and milk because with 6 inches of snow we would clearly be stuck in our houses for at least 3 weeks and we would die if we didn't have our bread and milk. We got a whole 1.3 inches of snow. It wasn't even enough to cover all the grass in some areas. It was no big deal. Of course there were still the idiots who somehow forget what winter is like. They forget when there is snow and ice on the ground then it will be slick and you won't be able to drive the same way you do when the ground is dry. Idiots. They deserve to get in accidents. It's the poor innocent person who did get stopped in time that they hit that it really sucks for. Like when I got hit by that drivers ed kid. I was there, on the freeway, minding my own business when BAM. This stupid little brat who is taking her drivers ed final slams into me and turns me sideways on the freeway at rush hour. Can you believe she passed??
4. I know I complain about the weather ALL THE TIME. I only like Iowa's weather about 4 months out of the year. I usually like it from the beginning of April through the end of May then not again until mid September through mid November. Other than that it's too hot and humid or too bitter cold and snowy. I'm locationally challenged. I don't know how I was born in this god forsaken state. Unfortunately the only 2 cities I would want to move to have the exact same if not worse weather than we have here. It is like 10 degrees outside and I'm sure with the windchill its around 0. It's so cold. We had to go shopping tonight and I was not amused by the wind that was out there.
5. Tomorrow is my day off and I have so much I need to do. Lets make a list:
Give the dog a bath
clean the living room
finish decorating for xmas
take Jesse to the vet
bake cookies
make lasagna for my mother in laws birthday
Wrap some xmas gifts and a birthday gift
go to the christmas tree farm and pick out a tree with Zeth, Zach, Kathy and Trever
Freeze my ass off
pick up all of the food from our house
go to the In Laws to make dinner and do a birthday party
Come home
Watch Chelsea Lately
Watch Craig Ferguson
Go to bed
I think I would rather be at work. That seems like an awful lot of stuff for a day off. I don't work that hard at work.
6. I don't like any guy singers that sound like chicks. Like the guy from Train. I think that's the group. I don't listen to them but I hear their music on tv sometimes. I'm not a fan. No man should sing in a higher voice than most women.
7. Did you know that Celine Dion dropped out of school at the tender age of 12 and became a lounge singer. Then she was introduced to her old man husband and he basically called her a troll. He said she was ugly and made her do all this stuff to make her more "attractive". Krystal and I were watching some show about her for some reason the other day and that is what we got out of it. I'm not stating all of that as fact but that is what I got out of it. I was only paying attention about 7% of the time.
8. I've said it before and I will say it until the day I die. I wish I had a little person friend. I would make them dress up as an elf for xmas.
9. I've been watching what is going on with the cubs lately. They are looking at getting some new players and getting rid of some current players. It sounds like Mark DeRosa might be on the chopping block. I'm kinda sad about that. I wish Jim Hendry would call me and ask me my opinion on the matter. I would get rid of a few others before DeRo. He saved the Cubs asses last year and now we are going to kick him to the curb. Whatever. Reed Johnson is safe for at least another year so I guess I'm ok with it. I get too emotionally invested in the team during the season then when they go and change up the team during the off season I miss the old players and resent the new ones. They usually wear on me though.
10.I'm bored with this and I need my rest for all of this crazyness going on tomorrow. Good night to all and to all a good night. Over and out.
2. So I guess I ruined a suprise birthday party for me. My sister and my friends have been talking about throwing me a suprise party for my 20-10th birthday and I went ahead and started planning the exact party they were planning and I had no idea. Now my sister is bummed because I ruined her plans. I feel like I'm the planner and I feel like if I don't do it then it won't get done. I am a bit of a control freak I guess. Obviously if it is a suprise party I wouldn't know about it therefore I would believe that we weren't going to do anything for my 30th birthday which would make me sad. I feel like I never really do anything special for my birthdays. It is just another day that comes and goes. I hang out with my friends but I think the last time I had a real "Party" for my birthday I was turning 13. I'm pretty sure I still have the video from that birthday with Amanda teaching people how to properly brush their teeth and wash their face. Zeth claims he doesn't want to throw me a suprise party because he would be afraid he wouldn't know who to invite and he would leave someone out that I would want to invite. Since I only have like 5 friends it's not like he would forget any of them. Since most of my brothers and cousins won't come to my party because its during deer hunting season that cuts the guests in half. Now I want to have a little pity party for myself because I'm a loser with no friends.
3. We just had a HUGE major winter storm that shut down the entire city. Well that's what the weathermen want you to believe. They had the whole state freaked out about this huge storm that was going to hit. We were going to have at least 6 inches of snow. Everyone had to go to the grocery store on Sunday to get their bread and milk because with 6 inches of snow we would clearly be stuck in our houses for at least 3 weeks and we would die if we didn't have our bread and milk. We got a whole 1.3 inches of snow. It wasn't even enough to cover all the grass in some areas. It was no big deal. Of course there were still the idiots who somehow forget what winter is like. They forget when there is snow and ice on the ground then it will be slick and you won't be able to drive the same way you do when the ground is dry. Idiots. They deserve to get in accidents. It's the poor innocent person who did get stopped in time that they hit that it really sucks for. Like when I got hit by that drivers ed kid. I was there, on the freeway, minding my own business when BAM. This stupid little brat who is taking her drivers ed final slams into me and turns me sideways on the freeway at rush hour. Can you believe she passed??
4. I know I complain about the weather ALL THE TIME. I only like Iowa's weather about 4 months out of the year. I usually like it from the beginning of April through the end of May then not again until mid September through mid November. Other than that it's too hot and humid or too bitter cold and snowy. I'm locationally challenged. I don't know how I was born in this god forsaken state. Unfortunately the only 2 cities I would want to move to have the exact same if not worse weather than we have here. It is like 10 degrees outside and I'm sure with the windchill its around 0. It's so cold. We had to go shopping tonight and I was not amused by the wind that was out there.
5. Tomorrow is my day off and I have so much I need to do. Lets make a list:
Give the dog a bath
clean the living room
finish decorating for xmas
take Jesse to the vet
bake cookies
make lasagna for my mother in laws birthday
Wrap some xmas gifts and a birthday gift
go to the christmas tree farm and pick out a tree with Zeth, Zach, Kathy and Trever
Freeze my ass off
pick up all of the food from our house
go to the In Laws to make dinner and do a birthday party
Come home
Watch Chelsea Lately
Watch Craig Ferguson
Go to bed
I think I would rather be at work. That seems like an awful lot of stuff for a day off. I don't work that hard at work.
6. I don't like any guy singers that sound like chicks. Like the guy from Train. I think that's the group. I don't listen to them but I hear their music on tv sometimes. I'm not a fan. No man should sing in a higher voice than most women.
7. Did you know that Celine Dion dropped out of school at the tender age of 12 and became a lounge singer. Then she was introduced to her old man husband and he basically called her a troll. He said she was ugly and made her do all this stuff to make her more "attractive". Krystal and I were watching some show about her for some reason the other day and that is what we got out of it. I'm not stating all of that as fact but that is what I got out of it. I was only paying attention about 7% of the time.
8. I've said it before and I will say it until the day I die. I wish I had a little person friend. I would make them dress up as an elf for xmas.
9. I've been watching what is going on with the cubs lately. They are looking at getting some new players and getting rid of some current players. It sounds like Mark DeRosa might be on the chopping block. I'm kinda sad about that. I wish Jim Hendry would call me and ask me my opinion on the matter. I would get rid of a few others before DeRo. He saved the Cubs asses last year and now we are going to kick him to the curb. Whatever. Reed Johnson is safe for at least another year so I guess I'm ok with it. I get too emotionally invested in the team during the season then when they go and change up the team during the off season I miss the old players and resent the new ones. They usually wear on me though.
10.I'm bored with this and I need my rest for all of this crazyness going on tomorrow. Good night to all and to all a good night. Over and out.
Friday, December 5, 2008
This and That
1. Why is it that my bed is so much more comfortable when my alarm is going off? My bed is like sleeping on a cloud but when my alarm goes off it is the best place in the world. Does anyone else feel that way? Not about my bed but about your own.
2. It makes me sick to see parents chain smoking in a car with a child. It doesn't matter to me if the window is rolled down or not. It just makes me sick.
3. I can tie a tie both on myself or on someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm in the minority there. It seems like most people can do it one way or another but not both.
4. I'm almost done Christmas shopping. Neener Neener Neener.
5. I finally talked Zeth into getting the upside down Christmas tree and when went to buy it they were all sold out. This year we are going to have a real tree and hopefully next year I'll get the one I want. This is what an upside down christmas tree looks like.
6. I'm working on planning a vacation to Arizona in March. We are going to go down to visit Zeth's Aunt Barb for spring training. Just so happens the week we are going they don't have many games. I think we are going to take a few days and head up to the Grand Canyon and maybe hit Sedona on the way.
7. I am turning 20-10 in 32 days. I'm having a birthday party on January 3rd. It's going to be an 80's theme so dig out your parachute pants and cut Members Only jacket. Dust off that crimper and those LA Gear hi-tops. We're gonna party like it's 1984.
8. I hope everyone had a happy and healthy Thanksgiving. I survived all of mine.
9. I really hate those commercials that promote different razors and shaving mechanisms. I hate how they show someone shaving their legs and they jerk the razor really fast and act like they cut themselves. I don't know who does that when they are shaving. If you shave like that then you deserve to get cut and maybe you need to be taught how to properly use the razor. Just sayin...
10. I'm kinda already tired of winter and it really only started a week ago. I know it snowed like 3 weeks ago but it didn't stick. The last week or so it has stuck and I'm tired of it. Yesterday I shoveled the entire driveway, our sidewalk, our neighbors sidewalk to the corner and the sidewalk of the old people who live next to us that won't acknowledge the fact that I'm alive. I thought that was very nice of me since they won't look at or speak to me. A-holes.
11. Zeth refuses to believe that he snores so a few minutes ago I video taped him snoring. I know he will deny it saying it was my making noises but its true. He snores LOUD!
12. Tom Cruise is an idiot.
13. I'm not saying that I'm a Tom Arnold superfan but I really don't like the fact that Access Hollywood is exploiting his sexual abuse as a child. Nancy O'Dell is prying into his personal life and asking extremely inappropriate and personal questions that nobody should ask him for entertainment value. She kept asking him if the person who abused him penetrated him. What the hell? I'm not sure that is something he needs to be sharing with an entertainment show. It sounds more like something he should talk to a therapist about.
14. I wish I knew Chelsea Handler in person. Her and I would be Super Best Friends. Her and I are like 2 peas in a pod. Chuy cracks me up also. Everytime that little nugget opens his mouth I laugh so hard I almost cry. Like the other day Chelsea said that it freaks Chuy out when people lose a lot of weight. When she asked him why it freaks him out he busts out with "I like big butts and I can not lie" while doing the cabbage patch dance. How can you not laugh at a mexican little person doing that?
It's 1 am and I'm tired so I'm going to bed. I think I gave everyone a little something to think about after reading this. Actually I didn't. I'm pretty sure the 1 1/2 persons who read this will forget everything I've said before they even get to this point but I'm glad you wasted 4 minutes of your life reading my brain vomit.
2. It makes me sick to see parents chain smoking in a car with a child. It doesn't matter to me if the window is rolled down or not. It just makes me sick.
3. I can tie a tie both on myself or on someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm in the minority there. It seems like most people can do it one way or another but not both.
4. I'm almost done Christmas shopping. Neener Neener Neener.
5. I finally talked Zeth into getting the upside down Christmas tree and when went to buy it they were all sold out. This year we are going to have a real tree and hopefully next year I'll get the one I want. This is what an upside down christmas tree looks like.
6. I'm working on planning a vacation to Arizona in March. We are going to go down to visit Zeth's Aunt Barb for spring training. Just so happens the week we are going they don't have many games. I think we are going to take a few days and head up to the Grand Canyon and maybe hit Sedona on the way.
7. I am turning 20-10 in 32 days. I'm having a birthday party on January 3rd. It's going to be an 80's theme so dig out your parachute pants and cut Members Only jacket. Dust off that crimper and those LA Gear hi-tops. We're gonna party like it's 1984.
8. I hope everyone had a happy and healthy Thanksgiving. I survived all of mine.
9. I really hate those commercials that promote different razors and shaving mechanisms. I hate how they show someone shaving their legs and they jerk the razor really fast and act like they cut themselves. I don't know who does that when they are shaving. If you shave like that then you deserve to get cut and maybe you need to be taught how to properly use the razor. Just sayin...
10. I'm kinda already tired of winter and it really only started a week ago. I know it snowed like 3 weeks ago but it didn't stick. The last week or so it has stuck and I'm tired of it. Yesterday I shoveled the entire driveway, our sidewalk, our neighbors sidewalk to the corner and the sidewalk of the old people who live next to us that won't acknowledge the fact that I'm alive. I thought that was very nice of me since they won't look at or speak to me. A-holes.
11. Zeth refuses to believe that he snores so a few minutes ago I video taped him snoring. I know he will deny it saying it was my making noises but its true. He snores LOUD!
12. Tom Cruise is an idiot.
13. I'm not saying that I'm a Tom Arnold superfan but I really don't like the fact that Access Hollywood is exploiting his sexual abuse as a child. Nancy O'Dell is prying into his personal life and asking extremely inappropriate and personal questions that nobody should ask him for entertainment value. She kept asking him if the person who abused him penetrated him. What the hell? I'm not sure that is something he needs to be sharing with an entertainment show. It sounds more like something he should talk to a therapist about.
14. I wish I knew Chelsea Handler in person. Her and I would be Super Best Friends. Her and I are like 2 peas in a pod. Chuy cracks me up also. Everytime that little nugget opens his mouth I laugh so hard I almost cry. Like the other day Chelsea said that it freaks Chuy out when people lose a lot of weight. When she asked him why it freaks him out he busts out with "I like big butts and I can not lie" while doing the cabbage patch dance. How can you not laugh at a mexican little person doing that?
It's 1 am and I'm tired so I'm going to bed. I think I gave everyone a little something to think about after reading this. Actually I didn't. I'm pretty sure the 1 1/2 persons who read this will forget everything I've said before they even get to this point but I'm glad you wasted 4 minutes of your life reading my brain vomit.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Kiss me, I'm Shitfaced. I'm soaked, I'm soiled and brown.
So friends I am pretty excited right now. That is why I'm posting a blog at 1:00am on a Thursday morning.
I went to see the Dropkick Murphys tonight. It was pretty much the most amazing thing in the world. I'll start at the beginning so hang in there. It gets more exciting.
So I was going to go with Jenny but that kinda fell through so I went with Tiffany from work. We got there and waited in the car until they opened (so we thought) the doors. We got out and went up there but they hadn't opened the doors yet. We were standing out there and it was only 30 degrees. It was so cold. I was shaking in areas I didn't know I could shake. Finally they opened the door. Much to my surprise I didn't get felt up by anyone upon entering. We got in and scoped out the best spot to watch the show. The opening band came on. They were called Everybody Out. They were actually very enjoyable. I would think about aquiring some of their music. After that band we decided to go to the other side of the stage. We were up front against the baracade but off the the side in the "safe zone". I'm too old for that moshing business. The 2nd band came on, Angel City Outcasts. I could do without them. They were dressed with some snazz and pazazz. Finally it was time for Dropkick Murphys to come on.
The crowd was chanting "LETS GO MURPHYS (clap clap clapclapclap)" over and over. They had their opening music and finally they came out. The show was amazing. Al Barr was looking the best I've ever seen him look. YUM! and I've never really thought that before. They obviously sang a lot of their new stuff. I prefer their old stuff but they had a good mix. The sang a song about the celebrities in Boston basically saying your star will fade.
THEN....THEN....THEN...THE BEST PART......Tiffany and I were standing there against the baracade and Ken Casey was talking about how "This next song is for the ladies" when I feel someone tapping my arm. I look and its the security guard. He was pointing at the stage. I was like "WHAT???". He pointed at me and pointed at the stage and mouthed "WANNA GO?" UMMMM HELL TO THE YES I WANNA GO ON STAGE WITH THE DROPKICK FREAKIN MURPHYS. So Tiffany and I go around the baracade and shimmy our way up onstage. Tiffany had a little problem getting up there because the stage was really high and we're not. We got up there and we were singing. Tiffany didn't know the song and she said "This would be so much more awesome if I knew the song" but I was on it. I knew the song. I sang my heart out. I jumped my butt off. I owned that stage for the whole 4 minutes. It's amazing how hard it is to hear the song when you are up there. Now I understand why they have those little earbuds. It's not very often that I am invited up on stage to sing with on of my favorite bands. Ok so I'm never invited to go on stage with my favorite bands. I got a little thrown off during the verses because it was so loud and we were all jumping but you know I screamed "KISS ME I'M SHITFACED. I'M SOAKED I'M SOILED AND BROWN IN THE TROUSERS SHE KISSED ME AND I ONLY BOUGHT HER ONE ROUND" and I definitely screamed the "...IN THE TROUSERS IT WAS TINY" part. Ken Casey was over by us for that part. It was awesome. No stage fright here. I didn't even think twice about getting up there. I was rockin out by the new guitarist in the band. As I was jumping I kept jumping on his foot. Poor guy. I kept telling him I was sorry but I don't think he could hear me. I was also right by the other guitarist James. Ken Casey and Al Barr came over and sang by us. It was amazing. Just because of that I have to say it was the most amazing concert I've been to. As much as I love my Social Distortion and Rancid, they have never invited me onstage. Although at Warped when I met Tim Armstrong from Rancid he asked me what song I wanted him to sing. When they came on stage it was the first song they sang. I like to think it was for me. Don't burst my bubble party poopers. I'm going to believe it was for me and there is nothing you can say to change my mind. Back to tonight. So the song was over and they ushered us all off stage on the opposite side of where we jumped up at so we made a beeline back over to our spot and I was shocked. Nobody else had taken it. It was still open and it was a prime spot. We stood there for the rest of the show. For the last few songs of their set they always let people up on stage to sing and mosh with them. I wanted to get back up there but the security guard wouldn't let us back around the baracade. We would have had to push our way through the moshpit and hop over the baracade and then up on stage. That would have been a lot of work so we just kicked it in our VIP spot. I will definitely see DKM again. Hopefully they make their way back this way again soon so I won't have to travel to see them.
All of that made me think that I should have been a rockstar. When I was little I always thought I would be a rockstar. It's too bad the Skittish Pixies never took off. That was the band Jenny and I formed. Jenny played guitar and I played bass. We never had a formal drummer which was a problem and neither one of us were all that great at our instruments but practice makes perfect. Since I wasn't enjoying the music of the 2nd band all that much I was really watching the bassist. He was very good. I think it's kinda fun now that I know how to play (kinda) to watch other professional musicians do their work and I'm always in aww of what they can do. By far, hands down, without a doubt, Matt Freeman from Rancid is my bass player hero. That man has mad skills. All I can do is watch him and know that I'm not worthy.
I guess that's it. I need to go to sleep because it's going on 1:30 am and I am going to work in a few hours. I just wanted to get all of my excitement out tonight. It might make me fall asleep faster. Lord knows I won't hear anything for a few days. Someone could break into my house and take things from my nightstand and I wouldn't know it.
I went to see the Dropkick Murphys tonight. It was pretty much the most amazing thing in the world. I'll start at the beginning so hang in there. It gets more exciting.
So I was going to go with Jenny but that kinda fell through so I went with Tiffany from work. We got there and waited in the car until they opened (so we thought) the doors. We got out and went up there but they hadn't opened the doors yet. We were standing out there and it was only 30 degrees. It was so cold. I was shaking in areas I didn't know I could shake. Finally they opened the door. Much to my surprise I didn't get felt up by anyone upon entering. We got in and scoped out the best spot to watch the show. The opening band came on. They were called Everybody Out. They were actually very enjoyable. I would think about aquiring some of their music. After that band we decided to go to the other side of the stage. We were up front against the baracade but off the the side in the "safe zone". I'm too old for that moshing business. The 2nd band came on, Angel City Outcasts. I could do without them. They were dressed with some snazz and pazazz. Finally it was time for Dropkick Murphys to come on.
The crowd was chanting "LETS GO MURPHYS (clap clap clapclapclap)" over and over. They had their opening music and finally they came out. The show was amazing. Al Barr was looking the best I've ever seen him look. YUM! and I've never really thought that before. They obviously sang a lot of their new stuff. I prefer their old stuff but they had a good mix. The sang a song about the celebrities in Boston basically saying your star will fade.
THEN....THEN....THEN...THE BEST PART......Tiffany and I were standing there against the baracade and Ken Casey was talking about how "This next song is for the ladies" when I feel someone tapping my arm. I look and its the security guard. He was pointing at the stage. I was like "WHAT???". He pointed at me and pointed at the stage and mouthed "WANNA GO?" UMMMM HELL TO THE YES I WANNA GO ON STAGE WITH THE DROPKICK FREAKIN MURPHYS. So Tiffany and I go around the baracade and shimmy our way up onstage. Tiffany had a little problem getting up there because the stage was really high and we're not. We got up there and we were singing. Tiffany didn't know the song and she said "This would be so much more awesome if I knew the song" but I was on it. I knew the song. I sang my heart out. I jumped my butt off. I owned that stage for the whole 4 minutes. It's amazing how hard it is to hear the song when you are up there. Now I understand why they have those little earbuds. It's not very often that I am invited up on stage to sing with on of my favorite bands. Ok so I'm never invited to go on stage with my favorite bands. I got a little thrown off during the verses because it was so loud and we were all jumping but you know I screamed "KISS ME I'M SHITFACED. I'M SOAKED I'M SOILED AND BROWN IN THE TROUSERS SHE KISSED ME AND I ONLY BOUGHT HER ONE ROUND" and I definitely screamed the "...IN THE TROUSERS IT WAS TINY" part. Ken Casey was over by us for that part. It was awesome. No stage fright here. I didn't even think twice about getting up there. I was rockin out by the new guitarist in the band. As I was jumping I kept jumping on his foot. Poor guy. I kept telling him I was sorry but I don't think he could hear me. I was also right by the other guitarist James. Ken Casey and Al Barr came over and sang by us. It was amazing. Just because of that I have to say it was the most amazing concert I've been to. As much as I love my Social Distortion and Rancid, they have never invited me onstage. Although at Warped when I met Tim Armstrong from Rancid he asked me what song I wanted him to sing. When they came on stage it was the first song they sang. I like to think it was for me. Don't burst my bubble party poopers. I'm going to believe it was for me and there is nothing you can say to change my mind. Back to tonight. So the song was over and they ushered us all off stage on the opposite side of where we jumped up at so we made a beeline back over to our spot and I was shocked. Nobody else had taken it. It was still open and it was a prime spot. We stood there for the rest of the show. For the last few songs of their set they always let people up on stage to sing and mosh with them. I wanted to get back up there but the security guard wouldn't let us back around the baracade. We would have had to push our way through the moshpit and hop over the baracade and then up on stage. That would have been a lot of work so we just kicked it in our VIP spot. I will definitely see DKM again. Hopefully they make their way back this way again soon so I won't have to travel to see them.
All of that made me think that I should have been a rockstar. When I was little I always thought I would be a rockstar. It's too bad the Skittish Pixies never took off. That was the band Jenny and I formed. Jenny played guitar and I played bass. We never had a formal drummer which was a problem and neither one of us were all that great at our instruments but practice makes perfect. Since I wasn't enjoying the music of the 2nd band all that much I was really watching the bassist. He was very good. I think it's kinda fun now that I know how to play (kinda) to watch other professional musicians do their work and I'm always in aww of what they can do. By far, hands down, without a doubt, Matt Freeman from Rancid is my bass player hero. That man has mad skills. All I can do is watch him and know that I'm not worthy.
I guess that's it. I need to go to sleep because it's going on 1:30 am and I am going to work in a few hours. I just wanted to get all of my excitement out tonight. It might make me fall asleep faster. Lord knows I won't hear anything for a few days. Someone could break into my house and take things from my nightstand and I wouldn't know it.
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