http://www.bestweekever.tv/2007/04/11/sailing-failure/
Um. check please, I am off to sail the mighty seas with non-other the boys of motely crue.... Ok maybe if I had the money or was willing to sell my first child, I would . I guess I lack the dedication of a true eighties metal fan, but I mean come on most girls my age in the height of the 80s wanted to marry prince charming, I wanted to marry the guy who was re-paving our drive way because of his slight resemblance to Jon Bon Jovi.
Possibly the most witty blog observation ever made was by the best week ever staff to include the last paragraph in which RATT became RAT after losing a member and the new bassist was a native of Kansas City (who lives there really.... crickets crickets.... me looking guilty, and slow hand up) and a gym teach no less.
Some days I love my job, this one, why because I read this story. No I didn't cure cancer, or get someones' tax return done on time, or even save a little kitten from a tree, but hey we all can't be productive, creativity would suffer greatly.
As I read this article I imagined myself taking to the high seas with my girls Tiffany and crystal (standard). We would be wearing our day-glow bikinis, our mesh midriffs, our short shorts, are amazingly styled crimped and curly big hair blown in the wind. I would be with the Jon look alike of course (now a bit older and sporting a balding mullet and a fringe coated to tight leather jacket). My friends would be with their husbands that used to look like the twins from Nelson (gotta love that reference) but now kind of look like fat hulk hogans rocking the nascar jackets. We would sip on wine coolers and work on our tans, all while showing off our his and her superman tats (an homage to Jon) while Tiffany shows of her rose with thorns wrapped in a chain, representing her love for poison. We would eagerly await the chance to launch our bikini tops at the stage wishing Skid Row could have made it. Not to mention the champagne of beers (name it and I will give you a penny) cascading down a waterfall so all you have to do is tilt you head back and enjoy.
At some point Larry (the bon jovi look-a-like) would stand on a table and ask everyone if they wanted to see the tiger grrrroooowl, much to my horror the tiger was a belly tattoo, the table would buckle, break and we'd be off to our room. When back at our room we would upon arrival trash the place, like true rockers do. Who cares where this cruise is heading, in my dream it must be heaven.
Happy Friday All. Sweet Dreams of Tiger Tattoos and Rocking Balding Mullets.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Monday, April 2, 2007
Celebrity Face Recognition
So upon working hard, or in my case hardly working I stumbled upon this lovely new distraction courtesy of www.myheritage.com. Above is mine which might I add is of course dead on, I mean I get Grace Kelly references all the time (ok maybe not, but the machine says so). With such scientific tools at my disposal I thought I'd try a couple more and this is what I found:
My brother came up with the below matches: I've always thought he looked like Naomi Watts:
I then moved on to my dear friend and loyal reader Helen E. to see just who she looks like and below you can see her matches: And man am I jealous, Angelina Jolie damn you!
Finally for shits and giggles I did my other brother: I have always thought he looks like fred savage lets see the results: ding ding ding we have a winner, he is indeed a fred savage look alike:
Thursday, March 29, 2007
blahhh elliot smith blaahhh
"When you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. Everything's unknown, virgin...After you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. You'll know these people. Once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it'll belong to you because you've lived there. That was about to happen to me, but I didn't know it yet"
I don't know where the above quote comes from, I saw it on a profile once. Its true. I am soon to be a resident of chicago for 6 years. Six years, I remember when being ten to sixteen was such a monumental change, and now being 18 to 24 seems pretty well boring. I need a change in my life, being sober has taught me that.
Since I haven't been drinking, I have been forced to find humor in everyday life sans the booze that allows me to laugh things off more readily. I blame Elliot Smith, I've cleary been listening to him too much. I look around and all there is war, violence, conceit, materialism, call me a pessimist but seriously kids aren't even now a hope for the future. Cell phones, coach bags, bebe, not for a twenty something girl, for an eight year girl, its ludicrious.
My junior year of college I hung out with this great group of artist and writers. We always joked about starting a counter-culture commune like back in the 60s and 70s. I kind of wish we had followed through. Instead we are all working low income jobs, to pay for our low income housing, to further our income driven lives.
I haven't painted again for a long time. What is with me. I used to go nuts if I didn't paint, photograph, doodle once a day. Now I hardly even look at my art supplies. I don't even keep my room clean enough to paint. I live in a household where I still ask permission to do things like a child. I live every moment pay check to pay check. what the hell am I doing. I have become so numb I am boring.
So the question becomes what do I do to break the cycle. To make this once new city full of potential into that city once again. Where I can be proud of my life and myself. Where I am going and to do what I want to do no matter who tells me not to. To get my life, starting with my bedroom in order so that I can move freely. To get rid of all the material crap I don't need and focus on what really matters. To stop being jealous of others and start striving to be content with the cards I have been dealt.
Lets hope I have the strength to follow through and more importantly not to procrastinate the start. I say kick ball will change the world.
I don't know where the above quote comes from, I saw it on a profile once. Its true. I am soon to be a resident of chicago for 6 years. Six years, I remember when being ten to sixteen was such a monumental change, and now being 18 to 24 seems pretty well boring. I need a change in my life, being sober has taught me that.
Since I haven't been drinking, I have been forced to find humor in everyday life sans the booze that allows me to laugh things off more readily. I blame Elliot Smith, I've cleary been listening to him too much. I look around and all there is war, violence, conceit, materialism, call me a pessimist but seriously kids aren't even now a hope for the future. Cell phones, coach bags, bebe, not for a twenty something girl, for an eight year girl, its ludicrious.
My junior year of college I hung out with this great group of artist and writers. We always joked about starting a counter-culture commune like back in the 60s and 70s. I kind of wish we had followed through. Instead we are all working low income jobs, to pay for our low income housing, to further our income driven lives.
I haven't painted again for a long time. What is with me. I used to go nuts if I didn't paint, photograph, doodle once a day. Now I hardly even look at my art supplies. I don't even keep my room clean enough to paint. I live in a household where I still ask permission to do things like a child. I live every moment pay check to pay check. what the hell am I doing. I have become so numb I am boring.
So the question becomes what do I do to break the cycle. To make this once new city full of potential into that city once again. Where I can be proud of my life and myself. Where I am going and to do what I want to do no matter who tells me not to. To get my life, starting with my bedroom in order so that I can move freely. To get rid of all the material crap I don't need and focus on what really matters. To stop being jealous of others and start striving to be content with the cards I have been dealt.
Lets hope I have the strength to follow through and more importantly not to procrastinate the start. I say kick ball will change the world.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Meg Swan: We met at Starbucks. Not at the same Starbucks but we saw each other at different Starbucks across the street from each other.
Where to begin, where to begin.... Let's start with the picture above. If you haven't seen Best in Show, go out right now and rent it. shame on you! If you have you will understand this first of two short blogs rolled into one medium size blog for you enjoyment. A two for one of sorts. Ok so back to the lovely couple above the Swans. I spent Sunday afternoon with the real life Swans. I worked for Fox Atomic this weekend a friend of mine is a rep for them at the "flea-less market" oh yes they are so clever with the pun, as it was held at Stay (a dog hotel nicer than some places I stayed in Europe). Its a flea market for... wait for it wait for it.... dogs. Yes dogs, and it brought in the best of the crazy dog lovers with it. I was promoting a family film "Fire House Dog" in a shirt made for a kindergartner (not kidding it was a youth shirt) along side my dear friend Katie. We actually were having a decent time, chit chatting giving little kids stickers and posters. Then around 2:00 it was like they let the loons out of the bin. First up weird guy with smelly dog (we will call him Frank). Frank was way to interested in the kids film, and kind of the kids themselves, creepy. He dog also smelled like death. Next up the Dog psychic from across the way, I was calling her the dog whisperer. She charged 20 bucks for 15 minutes of bullshit, I admire her business model, I am going to pretend like I hear cats, and charge 35 bucks. She asked us how we thought the dog felt during the filming, did he seem upset and insecure, she is getting the vibe from the preview.... It continued when miss 49th ward shows up and starts a lil' protest in front of our booth saying we harm animals, and then trying to sell us some Mosaic of a terrier. Was it worth the $50.00 hanging with the crazies, honestly I would have done it for free it was that entertaining.
The other thing on my mind this weekend was Grad School. I am scared of the GRE, mostly because I still feel like a second grader in a 9th grade math class. I know I need to grow up and just take it but that's the beauty of the true procrastinator that I am. I actually am procrastinating my procrastination plan. That's a mind f**k huh! Maybe I should go see the dog whisperer about it. Anywho my good friend sent me the above picture. I loved it. I bought a GRE book. I haven't opened it. But hey baby steps people baby steps.
Friday, March 23, 2007
The Wonder Years
-The Wonder Years-
"Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder."
God I loved that show, still do. I feel like it would be amazing to have the ability to look over your life and narrate how you felt in the moment, how you feel now and contemplate on that amazing time in your life. I have been on a kick (literally) of thinking about my childhood mostly because I am starting a Kickball team. Yes, a kickball team, the great elementary school past-time. In Chicago these days kickball and dodge ball (previous to the movie) have made a comeback in an adult form. We for example are a bunch of 23 + year olds getting pumped in our cubicles for the big game against team schwetty balls.
After my 33rd email yesterday concerning the formation of our kickball team, I started to reflect on my childhood. I started having my own Kevin Arnold monologue playing over my childhood memories. I really makes me want to take some of our old home movies and do something with them. New project for the summer perhaps.
I have so many exceptional memories: Gretel the lunch lady from Germany with the big boobs and love of squishing you in them to sing you happy birthday in front of the whole school. Growing up on 71st terr. the best kid street ever. Where big wheels and wagons rules the street and where it was safe to run around the neighborhood all day with out a fear of being kidnapped. My first kiss behind the press box at Rockhurst College in the 5th grade. Or even the countless times I "ran away", one of which we have running commentary on thanks to Mr. Aldrich and the huge video camera we captured our lives on. A little taste of the video:
Mr. Aldrich: What are you doing beth?
Me (Age 4): Running away to sea world, can't you see the map (closes in on a map of the sea world park in Cleveland, oh)
Mr. Aldrich: That's a long way away beth
Me: I have a backpack
Mr. Aldrich: do you have a flash light, it gets dark on your way there
Me: (visibly hesitant) well maybe I will just run away tomorrow.
Moments like these that when I was 14 I hated my parents for capturing, but now I wish I could have my own version of Wonder Years. I guess I will have to settle on kickball for now, and don't worry we will dominate the league.
"Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder."
God I loved that show, still do. I feel like it would be amazing to have the ability to look over your life and narrate how you felt in the moment, how you feel now and contemplate on that amazing time in your life. I have been on a kick (literally) of thinking about my childhood mostly because I am starting a Kickball team. Yes, a kickball team, the great elementary school past-time. In Chicago these days kickball and dodge ball (previous to the movie) have made a comeback in an adult form. We for example are a bunch of 23 + year olds getting pumped in our cubicles for the big game against team schwetty balls.
After my 33rd email yesterday concerning the formation of our kickball team, I started to reflect on my childhood. I started having my own Kevin Arnold monologue playing over my childhood memories. I really makes me want to take some of our old home movies and do something with them. New project for the summer perhaps.
I have so many exceptional memories: Gretel the lunch lady from Germany with the big boobs and love of squishing you in them to sing you happy birthday in front of the whole school. Growing up on 71st terr. the best kid street ever. Where big wheels and wagons rules the street and where it was safe to run around the neighborhood all day with out a fear of being kidnapped. My first kiss behind the press box at Rockhurst College in the 5th grade. Or even the countless times I "ran away", one of which we have running commentary on thanks to Mr. Aldrich and the huge video camera we captured our lives on. A little taste of the video:
Mr. Aldrich: What are you doing beth?
Me (Age 4): Running away to sea world, can't you see the map (closes in on a map of the sea world park in Cleveland, oh)
Mr. Aldrich: That's a long way away beth
Me: I have a backpack
Mr. Aldrich: do you have a flash light, it gets dark on your way there
Me: (visibly hesitant) well maybe I will just run away tomorrow.
Moments like these that when I was 14 I hated my parents for capturing, but now I wish I could have my own version of Wonder Years. I guess I will have to settle on kickball for now, and don't worry we will dominate the league.
Monday, March 19, 2007
I've been a wild rover for many a year...
The rest of that Irish tune goes: And I spent all my money on whisky and beer. That is in fact how one could describe the weekend. However I did not drink all that much for a change (I did buy lots of beer and whisky just not for myself).
First up Vanessa's 21st Birthday. Vanessa turned 21 finally! She is the baby of our group of friends and I was so excited to celebrate her birthday with her. Jeanie made her the traditional shot book and we were on our way. Little did I know that she would be so successful to fill her shot book that she would be home at 11:30 (not long after a 20 minute discussion on how she could not stand up and therefore not go into the bar.) On the upswing during the debate I must have impressed the bouncer (oh so cute Brandon) who I have a date with next weekend.
Next up and after we put Vanessa in a cab for the second time. She got out of the first one a block away and came back to the bar. (I have to give her points for being resilient). I was able to see my good friend Chava and his band Mellowtronic preform at Gojangles in Chicago. You should check out their profile on myspace music. They have a great sound and a truly fantastic stage presence.
And lastly as you all know there was this little holiday Saturday that I had been getting pumped about for months. Like a kid who didn't get what they wanted for Christmas, this years St. Paddy's was not one to write home about. However I did have a blast with my favorite girls Vanessa (who had rebounded like a champ from the previous night) and Katie G. Shoe couldn't make it due to a sprained knee and too much vodka at her pre-party festivities. It was nice to see all my Kelly's Pub friends and to have some beers and relax.
First up Vanessa's 21st Birthday. Vanessa turned 21 finally! She is the baby of our group of friends and I was so excited to celebrate her birthday with her. Jeanie made her the traditional shot book and we were on our way. Little did I know that she would be so successful to fill her shot book that she would be home at 11:30 (not long after a 20 minute discussion on how she could not stand up and therefore not go into the bar.) On the upswing during the debate I must have impressed the bouncer (oh so cute Brandon) who I have a date with next weekend. 
Next up and after we put Vanessa in a cab for the second time. She got out of the first one a block away and came back to the bar. (I have to give her points for being resilient). I was able to see my good friend Chava and his band Mellowtronic preform at Gojangles in Chicago. You should check out their profile on myspace music. They have a great sound and a truly fantastic stage presence.
And lastly as you all know there was this little holiday Saturday that I had been getting pumped about for months. Like a kid who didn't get what they wanted for Christmas, this years St. Paddy's was not one to write home about. However I did have a blast with my favorite girls Vanessa (who had rebounded like a champ from the previous night) and Katie G. Shoe couldn't make it due to a sprained knee and too much vodka at her pre-party festivities. It was nice to see all my Kelly's Pub friends and to have some beers and relax. I am back on the sober train and going sticking to my promise. Only 18 more days of lent, I think I can do it. I have a new addiction March Madness, I am kicking ass and taking names #1 in all my pools, it helps to be sober when making your picks apparently.
Monday, March 12, 2007
21 days and a singing cab driver.
So I am on my 21st day of no drinking, and I must say this has been the longest I have gone since I was about 17 years old with out drinking. This is also the first time I have really stuck to anything this regimented. That all gets thrown out the door on Saturday when St. Paddy's day hits and I get my much needed vacation from my Lenten promise.
But while we wait I want to tell you a little story about Karma. As many of my friends know I have been working very hard at changing some of my negative behaviors in order to improve my karma that has been a bitch lately. Such things include random acts of kindness, limiting my bad mouthing, trying to be a more positive person, and helping out people in need. Well finally I have a sign that things are-a-changing.
After five (almost six) years in the beautiful city of Chicago, I got to experience the Famous Singing Cab Driver. He is an urban legend of sorts and his name is Ray St. Ray. I had just departed early from a night at a local spot called the Hop Leaf (aka purgatory for the beer drinker not drinking), ticked off that I missed a cab on my way out the door a waited, and waited and finally was picked up. And as luck would have it, lucky me, I got the infamous Ray St. Ray as my driver. And he lives up to the legend. A friendly face and great banter greeted me as I sulked in the cab over passing on the great beer selection at the Hop Leaf. Ray explained his background to me and asked me if I would care to hear a tune. Who would say no to this I ask? Anyways he gave me a list of categories (basic ones for the most part) I of course decided on Christmas. Who doesn't want to hear a nice Christmas carol in March. He came through with a stirring tune that said something about baby Jesus and a rocket ship. It made the less than 15 minute drive a most pleasant experience. And to top it off when we got to my destination he told me a story about how he became the singing cab driver and handed me a card, and in parting said "Consider this a sign of karma changing".
Who was this guy, did he read minds, was it that obvious that I was fed up with this Eastern take on the golden rule. I don't know but it was a sign if you ask me and since then things have only been going up. I started my new position at work, its been in the 50s and 60s in Chicago full of sunshine, and hey I think I've even lost a pound or two. Thanks Ray St. Ray for making a believer out of me. As for all of you, I hope one day you will get to experience this phenomenon that is the singing cab driver.
But while we wait I want to tell you a little story about Karma. As many of my friends know I have been working very hard at changing some of my negative behaviors in order to improve my karma that has been a bitch lately. Such things include random acts of kindness, limiting my bad mouthing, trying to be a more positive person, and helping out people in need. Well finally I have a sign that things are-a-changing.
After five (almost six) years in the beautiful city of Chicago, I got to experience the Famous Singing Cab Driver. He is an urban legend of sorts and his name is Ray St. Ray. I had just departed early from a night at a local spot called the Hop Leaf (aka purgatory for the beer drinker not drinking), ticked off that I missed a cab on my way out the door a waited, and waited and finally was picked up. And as luck would have it, lucky me, I got the infamous Ray St. Ray as my driver. And he lives up to the legend. A friendly face and great banter greeted me as I sulked in the cab over passing on the great beer selection at the Hop Leaf. Ray explained his background to me and asked me if I would care to hear a tune. Who would say no to this I ask? Anyways he gave me a list of categories (basic ones for the most part) I of course decided on Christmas. Who doesn't want to hear a nice Christmas carol in March. He came through with a stirring tune that said something about baby Jesus and a rocket ship. It made the less than 15 minute drive a most pleasant experience. And to top it off when we got to my destination he told me a story about how he became the singing cab driver and handed me a card, and in parting said "Consider this a sign of karma changing".
Who was this guy, did he read minds, was it that obvious that I was fed up with this Eastern take on the golden rule. I don't know but it was a sign if you ask me and since then things have only been going up. I started my new position at work, its been in the 50s and 60s in Chicago full of sunshine, and hey I think I've even lost a pound or two. Thanks Ray St. Ray for making a believer out of me. As for all of you, I hope one day you will get to experience this phenomenon that is the singing cab driver.
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