resolution

     

    Hello? Is there anybody out there? I must apologize for my long absence, you see, I was in hibernation  and I couldn’t get my hands out of the blankets to type. Note to self: buy a snuggie. Oh I did not just utter those words out loud *cough*.  I have to admit, bears really know what’s going on. I mean come on, hiding in a cave when the weather takes a turn for the worst sounds like a great idea to me. You see, it’s cold up here where I reside, and well…I get lazy in the winter months…and apparently in the autumn months as well. But fear not faithful followers! I. Am. Back.

    It’s finally here. 2010. New Years day. Yay. Happy New Year! Well folks 2009 is now firmly behind us, by a few hours at least. So long, farewell. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out 2009. I imagine a few of you are reading this whist clutching your poor heads with one hand and firmly grasping your bottle of Advil with the other, thank you for rallying round. Hangovers are terrible, yet we still manage to suffer from them almost every New Years day. Will we never learn? Anyway, let’s not look back. Let’s look forward to a brighter and better year. Here’s hoping 2010 has more to offer us. More good luck, more joy, more prosperity. Just plain more.

    I am sure you have all made resolutions for the upcoming year that you will undoubtedly break, which in turn will make you feel bad and you’ll slump into a heap on the floor crying because you have let yourself down so you console yourself by consuming an entire pint on chunky monkey ice cream followed by an entire bottle of Merlot whilst watching the biggest loser, therefore solidifying the break in your sanity, and resolve. But don’t fret! Resolutions are meant to be broken, or at the very least, dented slighty. I don’t know one person who manages to make it through an entire year keeping their new years resolutions firmly intact. Perhaps this says something about my friends you say. No. It merely says something about humanity. And about how silly resolutions are. Duh.

    If you need to make yourself a promise to attain some personal goals I am all for that. We all could use a few promises. I promise to eat better, I promise to exercise, I promise to be a better person, I promise to stop obsessing over a certain 23 year old british male actor…but you see, I will never keep those promises. And I am ok with that. Which is also the reason I resolve to never make a resolution. Damn it. I just made a resolution didn’t I?

    I love the idea of a  fresh start to a fresh new year and hey, a fresh new decade for that matter! If you need a little spoken vow to nudge you along then by all means please ignore what I am saying. You go! make those resolutions! But I do warn you, you may not keep them. And that is perfectly ok. There is always another chance. In 364 more days.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on January 1, 2010 at 5:39 pm  Comments (1)  
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date

  date

      Since my posts have been sporadic all summer, I guess this is sort of a week in review. It’s been hot. Really hot, and muggy, but that didn’t stop DH & I from having a great date night this week. See, that’s something we like to do…spend a few hours together going out somewhere just the two of us. This week we went to see Silversun Pickups. I have to tell you, it was a great night!

    So we missed the opening act. Cage the Elephant. I’m sure they were good, we just didn’t want to go out that early because we’re weird like that. We did however make it to see the next band all the way from Atlanta Georgia, Manchester Orchestra. They were pretty damn good I have to say. I only knew three or four of the songs they played and unfortunately their set was pretty short. My count was seven songs, DH insisted they played more like nine. I think we both know who won that one….

    We waited and waited in the stifling heat of the venue, did I mention it was hot? The crowd started to get restless and after what seemed like hours, ok so it was 40 minutes, (but that was still too long) the sound check was done and the lights went down and FINALLY Silversun Pickups took the stage. They played most if not all of the songs from their current cd ‘Swoon’ and a selection from ‘Carnavas’ which included their most known song to date, ‘Lazy Eye’.

    They were fantastic, despite the fact that the acoustics left a little to be desired, but they still rocked! Their set was long, about 90 minutes, and it seemed to whiz by. Throughout the entire show my eyes were riveted to the drummer, Christopher Guanlao, whose fluid flailing was amazing to watch. Seriously, I have never seen anything quite like it before and it was mesmerizing. Brian Aubert, the bands lead singer, seemed genuine and quite sweet when he thanked the audience continually for showing up. The house lights were turned up every time he address those of us sweating in the stifling auditorium and I found that a tad much, but he seemed really really happy to see everyone, in all our sweaty glory.

    Ok so that wasn’t really the week in review, but I promise I will try to get my lazy ass moving and post more in the future. I hope you are all having a good summer and I hope you enjoyed my little update. Now, get back to what you were doing.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on August 14, 2009 at 3:06 pm  Leave a Comment  
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surreal

    surreal

    I know, it’s been ages since we have chatted. I am sorry. Summertime has run away with my creativity and it has taken me a long time to wrestle it back from her sunshine filled clutches. Thankfully, depending on how you look at it,  I have been inspired today. First of all, I love art, not that you wanted to know but I am in a sharing mood. I don’t know very much about art but I do know what moves me and what I enjoy gazing upon, sometimes for countless minutes, often for countless hours. I wish almost more than anything that I had a talent that would enable me to express my feelings and thoughts via oil and canvas. That gift was not bestowed upon me, so I live vicariously through the talents of others.

    My favourite artists include but are not limited to, Salvador Dali, Joan Miro, Pablo Picasso, Alexandra Nechita, Wassily Kandinsky and Gustav Klimt. I could go on and on but you get the idea. My appreciation for the talent is there, and I dare say my envy of said talent is there as well. I often troll the Internet and occasionally I happen upon some art that catches my eye, or sometimes even takes my breath away.   

    Which leads me to the inspiration for this post. I stumbled upon a young talented artist’s blog and I have been filled to the brim with glee ever since! This man is Federico Zarco. His work is evocative, thought provoking and sometimes a little dark, but there is also something magical in the lines of his paintings that I cannot explain. Federico is a Surrealist, and his art brings to my mind the feelings I had when I first recall viewing Salvador Dali’s works back when I was a young girl. They were infinitely intriguing to me and I had no idea why. Still to this day I cannot pinpoint what I enjoy about gazing upon a canvas lovingly splattered and splotched with thick oil paint. I only know that it must take an unknown amount of genius to convey ones feelings and thoughts into something concrete.

    Federico’s artwork is something that I find intriguing. When I first viewed his site I stared for an endless amount of time at his paintings. Completely lost and fully absorbed. There is something playful yet sinister in his paintings. They challenge, they perplex and they bring such delight that mere words don’t seem suitable enough to express how they make me feel. I find them truly brilliant!

    If you have time during your busy day, and an appreciation for art, take a moment and check out his website at http://www.federicozarco.com.ar. I may not understand the genius behind such things, but I got actual butterflies in my stomach when I cast my eyes upon “The Kiss” and “The Unknown Tree” on Mr. Zarco’s blog. Truly the world is filled with talent beyond my comprehension. So I will cease to comprehend. Instead I will be happy to be lost within the art.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on July 30, 2009 at 5:47 pm  Comments (1)  
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concert

   concert 

    Yesterday was my birthday. I don’t usually get overly enthusiastic about birthdays but I had the ‘time of my life’ last night! I’m visiting with my parents for my birthday this year and was surprised by DH with tickets to see Green Day in concert! Now I have never seen them in concert before so I didn’t know what to expect…Billy Joe jumping around, definitely. Guyliner, of course. Pyrotechnics, possibly. Giant pink bunny? Not so much.

    We had seats that had me gleefully excited for a brief moment, because I thought perhaps they were box seats. Imagine. Box seats and Green Day on your birthday! What could be better? Well, they ended up not quite box seats, but they were pretty good as it turned out. A few minutes after DH and I found our section, a giant fluffy bunny (with man inside duh!) ran around on stage whipping the crowd into a frenzy. He jumped, he rolled, he lay down dead for a while…interesting to say the least. I could tell this was going to be great!

    Billy Joe Armstrong, enigmatic singer and the only man who can pull off guyliner whilst being in his late 30’s, was exceptionally funny! He pranced around on stage shouting to the crowd. It’s possible that I have never heard the F bomb dropped so many times in such a short span of time, and I LOVED it! At one point he pulled a girl up on stage. She was maybe 11 and clutching a bag of candy floss in her little hands. Lucky kid. I’m sure her mum knew what she was getting into by bringing this innocent to see Green Day. Billy Joe hugged her and sent her back into the crowd with a gleeful, ‘I hope you get fucking cavities!’

    The band played uber well. I was amazed that Billy Joe’s voice was so good live. He’s much more gravely than I would have thought, and he showcased his vocal skills with a montage of oldies, who knew! And yes, there were pyrotechnics, lots of them. SO loud and some so hot that DH and I could feel them way up in the nosebleed section. Now Green Day is not the sort of band that needs such gimmicks, but in this case, they only added fuel to the fire. The crowd went nuts. At one point sparks rained down on Green Day like falling stars. It was spectacular, even when Billy Joe backed up into the shower and I feared his hair would ignite. It didn’t. Phew!

    All in all, a brilliant night. Even though DH lied to me and said that Billy Joe and the boys would be singing Happy Birthday to me. I’ll forgive him. Just this once. The set was great, the band was great, the boundless enthusiasm of Billy Joe was great. Being surprised with tickets to see Green Day on your birthday, also great. The 21st Century Tour, is in my opinion, a smashing success. In the immortal words of Billy Joe Armstrong, ‘Put your fucking hands up in the air and make some noise!”.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on July 10, 2009 at 1:21 pm  Comments (2)  
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independence

independence 

    It’s finally here! Independence day, the fourth of July. I love July. It’s full of bright sunny days and hot sultry nights. Plus, I was born in July. Not on the fourth of July although that would have been good. Even though I am  not an American citizen I always look forward to this day. Perhaps it’s because of what it symbolizes, or perhaps it’s just the bbq’s, the friends and the fireworks.

    Last year my dear friend was kind enough to bring along the American Citizenship test to our 4th of July extravaganza. It was a sampling of questions, ones we might be asked if one day we take the plunge and become full fledged citizens, and I think I did astonishingly well. My memory may be fuzzy, that day was fueled mostly by sangria, so perhaps I didn’t score as high as I remember. But I’m sure I kicked ass. Ask me those questions today and..erm…I probably will not recall the answers. Don’t hold it against me. My mind is like a sieve.

    Still, I may not know the history of this country backwards and forwards, but I am definitely infused with it’s spirit. I am a pretty fortunate person. I share my birthday month with America and Canada. I have lived in both countries and they are both filled with good people and good memories. But America is where I choose to call home. So today, I will be enjoying the traditions along with all my American friends. There will be bbq’s. There will be corn on the cob. I am sure somewhere in my neighbourhood there will be fireworks. Oh yes, and copious amounts of sangria. So it’s not a traditional American beverage. Like I said, citizen of the world people! Go. Enjoy the day. Celebrate. Enjoy your independence.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on July 4, 2009 at 1:24 pm  Leave a Comment  
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reality

reality 

    I bet you are thinking this will be a philosophical monologue about reality, well you would be wrong. It’s a monologue about a reality of sorts though, reality TV. Oh yes, that wonderful fluffishness, semi-scripted, time waster. I have to admit that I love that crap and I don’t feel the need to apologize for my love of bubble-gum-fluffy-faux-reality television programs. You will just have to deal with it. I think they are fun. My sister also loves it and she is uber intelligent so I feel quite justified in my love of crap tv. If it’s good enough for her, it’s most certainly good enough for me.

    Once again I have fallen prey to the brain freezing effects of a new tv show, ‘I’m a celebrity, get me out of here!’ I got sucked in. Janice Dickinson is fabulous, and by fabulous I mean a complete hot mess. She’s got Sanjaya (he of American Idol fame…if you can call it fame…) on a short leash. Ok so it’s a diamond studded leash probably from Harry Winston, but it’s still short. The mohawk sporting Idol wannabe is a self proclaimed ‘jungle boy’. He LOVES the jungle. It’s his happy place. He’s literally covered in insect bites. His gangly limbs flail around and he jumps like you put a firecracker under his ass every time Janice squawks that she needs her feet rubbed, or her back rubbed, or I am guessing…her ego rubbed.

    But for me what makes this show watchable is the inclusion of Speidi. For those of you not in ‘the know’, Speidi are Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt from the Hills. Ahh the Hills, another ‘reality’ show. It’s scripted, it’s craptacular, it’s all about fabulous looking twenty-somethings who live in the Hollywood Hills. I recommend that unless you can afford to lose a few IQ points that you avoid this show like the plague.

    Heidi spends her time in the jungle trying to destroy the ozone layer by constantly spraying her hair extensions with dry shampoo. When she’s not crying because there are bugs and the jungle is dirty, she’s vomiting because she has been ‘tortured’ by having to live in a dark dirty shed with little food and lots of bugs. A few of the other celebs stole Heidi’s belongings including her precious dry shampoo. The barbarians even ripped the labels off her bottles. Awwww. Poor Heidi. She’s either crying or spraying her hair. It’s a win win situation here people.

    Spencer Pratt, and believe me his is one, a HUGE one, found Jesus whilst in the jungle. And you’ll love this part…Stephen Baldwin baptized him in the jungle river. You just can’t make this shit up! Oh wait…you can. Sorry. Stephen Baldwin, in my opinion, is all sorts of crazy. Still, Spencer is so annoying that if I were Stevie B I would have left his head under the water a tad longer…

    It may not have replaced ‘American Idol’ in my heart, but since there is nothing worth while on television during the summer, I will continue to stayed tuned to the trainwreck that is ‘Get me out of here, I’m a celebrity!” Sadly Speidi left the jungle in a fit, but then came back. Then they left again because they are too famous. These two can’t make up their minds. But they DO make for fantastic tv viewing. Who knows if they are off the show for good. Only time will tell. Are Heidi and Spencer desperate losers or brilliant actors who have parleyed their famewhoring ways into a fortune? You be the judge.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on June 15, 2009 at 5:48 pm  Leave a Comment  
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illusion

illusion 

     I started thinking about illusions today. You know we are all guilty of presenting illusions, or hiding behind them, even though we don’t mean to. I personally don’t mind dealing with illusions. I have no desire to know all about the hidden secrets of things like movie magic, or slight of hand magic, or any kind of magic. I prefer to see only the illusion.

    When you think about it, we only present to others what we choose for them to see. We hide behind an illusion. There is nothing wrong with that in my opinion. We don’t have to reveal every nuance of ourselves to those around us. We don’t owe that to anyone. It’s ok to keep some things for yourself. Is that selfish? NO. You need to keep some things for yourself. It is not plausible to give everything of yourself away to others. Even the person closest to you in life is not privy to every thought you have be it mundane or something more intimate.

    Illusions can be safe. A mask to hide behind. Does that ultimately harm us in the long run? Some would say yes, but we all do it. We’ve all heard the saying, ‘Put on a happy face!’ well that my friends, is an illusion also. Even when you are sad, the world doesn’t want to see that, the world wants you to pretend to be happy. As long as the illusion hurts no one, I subscribe to the theory that a little illusion, or mystery, is alright. I choose that option.

    So keep a few things to yourself. Keep them safe. Don’t feel compelled to pretend to be something that you are not in order to make those around you feel more comfortable. But don’t deceive anyone, including yourself, don’t hide behind denial. You owe it to yourself to be honest. It’s never good to pretend to be something you are not when you are dealing with your inner self. You deserve the truth, as ugly as it may be. Save the illusion for everyone else. It’s all smoke and mirrors in life anyway.

    P.S. you get bonus points if you can spot the illusion in the picture above.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on June 5, 2009 at 1:47 pm  Comments (1)  

swoon

omg 

    OMG. Ok. I am at risk here of seeming like a completely obsessed twit, but I don’t care, I can’t help it. You may never have wanted to be so intimately aware of what goes on inside my brain and if that’s the case, you may want to look away. Some pictures were brought to my attention and I don’t have the strength to not blog about the hotness that I witnessed. I always thought Robert looked scrummy but it seems he’s been working out behind my back.

    Bare…ahem…pun intended….with me for a moment. I will make this short. That scantily clad, ok, shirtless man up there in the photo…that’s my boyfriend. Some of you are privy to this information, some of you think I am completely insane, some of you may not care at all. But come on people! LOOK at that…sigh. Ignore the black dots. They are for CGI effects. Also ignore the white body makeup while you’re at it, he’s filming the sequel to the movie that shot him to fame. Rob is in Europe at the moment, acting like a heartbroken vampire, not that I follow his every move. Ok. So perhaps I am vaguely aware of what he’s doing. Once again, DH thinks it’s completely ok, or so he says. You know I think you are uber handsome DH! Even YOU would have to admit, my boyfriend, well he ain’t half bad!

    I am powerless when I realize that hotness like that exists. And is walking around Italy somewhere. Shirtless. Kill me now. Those abs, crikes, the man dents, double crikes. That my friends, is a beautiful man, no question about it. He makes me swoon. He makes my knees weak. Being that handsome should be illegal. Sigh.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 28, 2009 at 6:27 pm  Comments (1)  
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winner

winner

    And the winner is……uh uh! Not yet! First we need to break it down. Be patient. I will try to make this as quick and as painless as possible. Once again, I am breaking down BOTH episodes from this week so I apologize if it’s a tad wordy.

    Both contenders started out with the songs that were actually their strongest performances of the season, in my humble opinion, and they both rocked! Adam once again sang ‘Mad World’ originally done by Tears for Fears. I. Love. That. Song. I rather enjoy Adam when he’s not screeching. He has a lovely voice, nice tone, good register. I just wish he sang like that all the time. The jury is still out on the heinous black trench coat that Adam wore whilst performing. Randy Jackson thinks the coat looks good. I’ve seen how Randy dresses. The fashion police are looking for him. Trust me.

    I love Kris’s version of ‘Ain’t No Sunshine’. He really performs it well and I can actually imagine that being a hit for him on the radio. The judges seem to like him tonight, well, so far. It looked as though Simon nearly succeeded in making Kris cry. Aw. Ding Ding Ding!  Round one winner: Kris. Let the games begin!

    I am glad this season is almost over. I am growing weary of Kara droning on and on about nothing useful. Honestly, all I hear when she speaks now is, ‘Yadda, yadda, performance, yadda, yadda, dude.’ She annoys me if you haven’t noticed.

    Ok. So I am not thrilled with Adam’s first song in round two. Not his fault. He didn’t choose it. But to me that song needs a bit more grit and gravel. Adam’s voice is just too clear and high to do that song justice. He did kill it at the end though, so I give him props for that.  The judges need a little moment to calm down, they are all uber gleeful over Adam’s performance. Quick, someone crush another Prozac into Paula’s drink…

    Not a huge fan of Kris’s second song choice either. I have to agree with Simon that he just didn’t deliver anything more that a pleasant rendition of a good song. Round two: Adam is the winner.

   Hmm. Round three. It’s going to be a shaky round. The song is…erm…HIDEOUS. I understand that Kara co-wrote the winner’s single, which explains why it’s crap. I only wish I was kidding. Wow. Adam. Man, that was just painful for me to listen to. Pitchy in spots is an understatement. Paula is at a loss for words. She doesn’t want to say he sucks even though I can tell that is what she’s thinking. Or more appropriately, that SONG sucks. And what’s worse? We have to suffer through it twice. Great. Kris was slightly less painful to listen to, but I stand by my original statement. If songs could smell this one would reek like a rubbish dump on a hot, humid, summer day.

    I’m not sure I understand why Carrie Underwood is on the show again. Were all the other ex-idols busy? Thankfully they are running the first shows credits over her at least.

    The awards portion of the second episode was HIGHLY amusing. Since they needed some filler to stretch out a 30 minute show to 2 plus hours, I knew there had to be some crap added in there, I just feel bad that I had to re-experience it all. Nick Mitchell won the ‘outstanding male’ award. Do you remember him? The annoying loser they actually kept pushing through at the beginning of the season. Someone, who shall remain nameless, expressed an interest in taking him out into a field and shooting him. Now I myself do not condone such violence, but I do wish he would just go away…forever.

    The second show seems to be filled with duets, and dance numbers and the top 13 singing their way through segments that are just wasting my time. I need to tune out and come back at 3 minutes to 9pm when they announce the winner. Everyone is on the show tonight. There’s Steve Martin playing a banjo. Now that’s random. I loved the sing off between Kara and bikini girl….Kara can actually carry a tune. And her body ain’t too shabby either! But I still don’t like her. Nuff said. I could have lived without seeing Rod Stewart warble his way through ‘Maggie May’, his voice is just terrifying these days. Mind you, I could have lived without seeing most of the 2 hour show. But alas, I am a glutton for punishment so I watched obediently.

    Now on to the results. Drum roll please…….The winner of American Idol Season 8 is………KRIS ALLEN! Wow! Congrats Kris, you really did well! I knew…ahem…all along that you would win. I think Adam felt he had this one in the bag. I am sure he will have a great career on Broadway, and a number one CD. No worries. It seemed as though the whole show was geared around Adam winning. Kiss performed, Queen performed. If you ask me those are two groups who’s songs Adam can absolutely perform fantastically. I wonder if the judges also felt that Mr. Lambert would take the title…

    Well that was an exciting season wasn’t it? I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. Now toddle off and rest up for season 9. I have a feeling it’s going to be equally as exciting and definitely blog worthy.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 21, 2009 at 2:45 pm  Comments (2)  

gaga

  gaga 

     I tried to fight it, I really did. At first I didn’t even like Lady Gaga. It wasn’t her fashion sense, or her display of individuality, because I am all for that. No. It was something else. I don’t know now what it was but I just didn’t like her. I didn’t want to like her. Maybe I didn’t give her a chance. Well all that changed.

    A recent road trip with my DH was the turning point in my relationship with Lady Gaga. That song ‘Poker Face’ is insipid and as ubiquitous as air at this point. Every radio station plays that tune constantly. Now, I don’t even listen to the conventional radio, but that didn’t help me escape. I listen to Sirius satellite radio, but the Gaga is even played there, everywhere. Literally she is in your face, in your po-po-po-poker face. So I caved. threw caution to the wind. And you know what? I discovered that she’s not all that bad.

    After about 2 hours on the road I think I played ‘Poker Face’ approximately 6,527 times. Well perhaps it was more like fifty, give or take. At one point I looked over at DH and asked, “How many more times do you think you can listen to this song before your head explodes?” to which he relied cheerfully, ” You know, I think I have a few more times in me!”. SO I did what every loving wife is inclined to do. I hit rewind. Again. And again.

    We listened to ‘Poker Face’ so many times that I even choreographed complicated car dancing moves. DH tried to dance along, but as he was the one behind the wheel, his movements were limited. I am sure that cars passing us by saw what was going on. I imagine people staring, thinking to themselves, what the heck is that girl doing? Why is she thrashing about so much? Are there BEES in their car? Nope. No bees. Just crazy people.

    You do what you have to to stay alert whilst driving on a road trip. Our car was transformed into something from Eurovision without the trashtastic clothing and pulsating light display. Lady Gaga provided the beat to which we danced until we laughed, albeit, confined to a small seat in a metal and glass box, speeding down the highway at 70 miles an hour. The journey seemed fast. And we arrived alert. Now if I could just get that damn song out of my head everything will be fine.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 20, 2009 at 2:39 pm  Leave a Comment  
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