I have nothing today. I’m feeling the gloomy bleck of winter. I thought I’d share some things I’m looking forward to seeing in the next couple of months. I hate winter more and more each year. Well, maybe I’ll have a snow day, Friday. That would be cool! Feel free to share what thoughts (or whatever) are getting you through the lack of sunshine.
Do you remember your first concert? Mine occured Jan. 29, 1985 at the Philadelphia Spectrum. There I was a mere 16 years old, standing at the front of the line. The one cool thing my mom ever did? She got me out of school early to get to the concert. It was a general admission concert which meant, get to the front and you were assured of “front row” status. I ended up about third row distance and my feet were not touching the ground. The crowd swayed to the left and to the right. I was little freaked out since the tragedy at The Who concert was prancing through my mind. It also didn’t help that the guy I went with decided to tell some freak on massive quantities of some substance and ready to foam at the mouth that I wanted him real bad. Ugh. So then he started doing what creepy guys do at concerts and I said the magic words to get out of there, “I’m gonna puke!” It was like the Red Sea parting for Moses. I stayed within third row distance, but I moved to the side a little which worked out great. I could breathe, my feet were touching the ground, and creepy-guy was out of reach of me…well he was trying to touch me. Ewwwwwww! Twisted Sister opened up for Maiden. It was an awesome concert and in the end, I wound up hooking up with my best friend and we got to see the encore together and jam. I miss him sometimes. Anyway, after my “trying” experience, he spotted me just before the encore and grabbed my shoulder. Let’s just say he had to duck an elbow as I turned around…I know how to take care of myself. He was lucky I had quick reflexes. His beautiful face was spared my wrath. So… here is a song from that evening. Enjoy the bit of history and adventure.
What is with the emasculation? HUH? I don’t get it. Why does this guy look like he was inspired by Flashdance in a bad way? (Is there a good way?) More and more I am noticing that men are being turned into women. It has been a slow turn. Yes, I know I drooled over guys with eyeliner, but they were still very much men….trust me. However, why are these designers designing prissy frocks for the guys? Damn Europeans! I don’t even want to know what these guys are waxing, either.
A headband? On a guy? Is this Olivia Newton-John’s video for “Physical?” Dress the men in jeans that fit, with shirts, not blouses. Whatever happened to flannels? Biker jackets? Leather? Ugh! (Sure, Deathlok, laugh at me for thinking Billy Lane is hot, but at least he looks like a freakin’ man!)
Sorry. I like real men and this picture just set me off…it isn’t even a joke anymore. These freakin’ wack jobs are making men into women. Look at the boy…vacant look, no soul–just like last week’s picture. They better not start dressing women like K.D. Lang, either, dangit!
Everywhere, dogs are howling! I’d say, “Keep yer day job,” but I don’t want that, either.
I was supposed to see Stomp the Yard this afternoon, but my friend had a bride meltdown because of her parents and their vision for her wedding. I keep trying to tell her to elope, but she’s not having it. Anyhoo, we decided to sit and talk for a while before the movie, so we decided to see Night at the Museum. Yes, I know it is a kiddie movie, but it was funny and kept my attention (didn’t bore me). If you have little ones around 5-10, I think they will really find it fun. There is a fun twist involving Dick Van Dyke, Mickey Rooney, and some other guy I recognize, but don’t know his name. I laughed a lot and so did my stressed out best friend, so the movie accomplished its task–entertainment. I enjoyed all the M & M commercials, too. Plenty of inside jokes to be had during that period of the previews, but I won’t go into it here, sorry.
After the movie we headed out to Panera for dinner and then we went to two stores. Y’all have no idea what it means for me to go out two Saturday evenings in a row and be able to have the stamina to do lots of walking. I even went grocery shopping. To top everything off, I was able to get rid of two pairs of jeans today–because they are too big!
Feeling human again is a nice thing. I feel like I’m waking up from a long nap.
Sometimes I have to admit I that I am just plain idiotic at times. I hate reading directions and when I am tired enough and trying to find something on my computer, I tend to just push some buttons that look good at the time. Looks can be deceiving. In my can’t-get-to-sleep ridden state last night I decided that I’d try to clear some photos off of my computer, when I completed that easy task, I decided that I’d try to reestablish my connection MSN. WHY? Well, I wanted to send something to one of my friends and that something is easier for me to send when sent by my MSN email. My MSN hasn’t worked since I had to get a new hard drive and I had come to accept that MSN was gone. Afterall, I didn’t just want to push buttons willy-nilly and do something stupid. Well, stupid came-a-calling last night and I opened the door. I must have been lonely. So, to make a long story not-quite-short, I have no internet access on my laptop. My network connection is toast (for now) and I somehow pushed the right buttons to restore any internet connection to my desktop computer. I’m sure there is an easy fix, but I’m too stupid to know which button to click when I should not have been “pushing buttons” in the first place. Just thought I’d share my idiotic behavior so you could laugh. Risk taking and curiosity are not good traits to have when you have a computer sitting in front of you.
|You Are a Strawberry Margarita|
You’re so sweet it’s a little overwhelming, and people are a little afraid of corrupting you…
It’s a little difficult to imagine you with a margarita. And you’re truly a different person after you’ve kicked back a couple!
I think the end of the Strawberry Margarita description has me pegged, but you’d have to get a few drinks in me to find out. But then that would mean y’all would be corrupting me.
The top ten captions are:
10. Roland: “That’s my purse! I don’t know you!”
9. Skul: “Are you sure it’s male, and do you think its embarrassed being seen like that?”
8. Dragon Lady: “Pants! Don’t leave home without’em.”
7. Pinhead: “Do these pants make muscles look big?”
6. Fmragtops: “And here we have Nigel, the bastard love child of Harry Potter and Mary Poppins.”
5. Wreckse: “And now please welcome our new member, Sassy Spice!”
4. Wyatt: Model: “Why won’t Ssssteve stop staring at me?”
3. Sssssteve: “But Michael, I am only 12 years-old, and my friend Wyatt sends his love, XO XO XO”
2. Wyatt: Seigfried and Roy off camera: “Check out the unit on that guy!”
1. Captain Den: “$1500.00 an hour to shave my balls and wear stretchy pants. Can being manhandled by Richard Simmons be far behind?”
I might do this again soon, so store up those snarky comments!
In other silliness, a true story from one of my classes, today (It’s a little off-color, but I couldn’t help but laugh.):
Student A: “My friend was telling me about a friend of his that was trying to get busy with his girlfriend.”
Student B: “Yeah!”
Student A: “They didn’t have a condom, so he wrapped himself with plastic wrap.”
Student B: “I wonder what his girlfriend said.”
Student C: “I’ll have that sandwich to go!”
I wish I could figure out how to get the RT Tube screen up on the post. Grrrrr…Chuck Norris doesn’t need a screen with his face on it; he reaches through it and pulls you into the monitor. Yeah, I know, totally lame–bite me!
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