I have to run an audition this weekend and I asked Tony for a fun piece of music. He sent me about 10 songs. So I listen to them. Some I'd heard and others I haven't.
When this one came on I totally loved it and remembered it from Viva Blackpool (BBC America). Most of the time I couldn't understand the actors, but when songs came on, I connected! And of course I found the music video with my mad internet skills. So get ready for some toe-tapping, seat dancing music you probably haven't heard in a while. Or I'm just so forgetful. Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Holiday Weekend
This weekend was good. I did lot-o-stuff. We had friends in from SLC, Justin got annoyingly drunk, I gambled for the first time in a long time and I sewed some skirts. Oh and we saw X-Men. Pretty good movie. I'm not into comic books, but it was very entertaining.
We also had Izzy and Lil Saur with us for the last time. They are moving to Austin soon. Scully has mixed emotions about it. She really likes them for about 4 hours of the day. The rest of the time, she's annoyed. She slept really good last night. Probably because it was a long weekend with them.
I ate until I hurt...at every meal. Why does that happen on a holiday? I couldn't stop eating my bean burrito. That was a mistake. I was in pain for about 4 hours. So I gambled and it seemed to take the edge off.
We watched the food channel Sunday morning and Justin saw something he wanted. So the next morning we made breakfast pizza's. They turned out pretty good. I was smart and had a very, very small one. I wasn't going to start the day off in pain.
We also managed to piss off someone. But I'm not too upset about it.
Wow, we managed to cram in a lot of stuff this weekend. I'm tired.
We also had Izzy and Lil Saur with us for the last time. They are moving to Austin soon. Scully has mixed emotions about it. She really likes them for about 4 hours of the day. The rest of the time, she's annoyed. She slept really good last night. Probably because it was a long weekend with them.
I ate until I hurt...at every meal. Why does that happen on a holiday? I couldn't stop eating my bean burrito. That was a mistake. I was in pain for about 4 hours. So I gambled and it seemed to take the edge off.
We watched the food channel Sunday morning and Justin saw something he wanted. So the next morning we made breakfast pizza's. They turned out pretty good. I was smart and had a very, very small one. I wasn't going to start the day off in pain.
We also managed to piss off someone. But I'm not too upset about it.
Wow, we managed to cram in a lot of stuff this weekend. I'm tired.
Friday, May 26, 2006
The Prize is Inside
I was a natural born winner...for one year. How could a girl be so lucky? Well it wasn't luck. I had a job, a phone and lots of free time.
Back in the day I worked at a driving school. I had the power to schedule your kids driving sessions. Some days it was easy, everyone showed up, instructors didn't have drama in their life and the brakes worked.
During the school year, classes didn't start until 3 or 4 pm. But I was always there around noon. I had things to win. And in the summer time, the winning spree was in full speed.
I always listened to 107.5 "The End" every day. They always had something to give away. Cd's of groups I really didn't like, tickets to groups I didn't want to see. You know, the usual stuff. One time my friend Elsa called me from our rival driving school (she basically did the same thing over there).
"Ok, FM 100 is giving away $1000 for the secret song and it's a Michael Bolton song." It probably was his terrible song "When a man loves a Woman" or some crap like that. But hey, I'll listen to Lenny for $1000. So all day I listened to that crappy channel for that crappy song. When it finally came on, my expertise kicked in and I dialed once, busy, click, then hit re-dial.
That was the formula. Dial, busy, click, re-dial. It's a formula that only works on a phone with a good hang-up response. If your phone takes forever to hang up, there is no chance you're gonna win anything. Unfortunately, even with my formula, I didn't win $1000.
But that was only one out of every 5 wins. It was probably because it was FM 100. 107.5 treated me right. I won cd's that I never picked up (I think I picked up No Doubt when they hit it big), I saw Matchbox 20 at the Hard Rock and had beer spilled on me and a drum stick thrown at my head. It was some concert.
I won gift packages with shirts, stickers and any other promo items that I never picked up. I even won tickets to a Christmas concert with 5 popular bands of the time (one-hit-wonders maybe?). I didn't go.
It was the winning that I wanted. That was my prize. My voice on the radio, my mad phone skills and the thrill of the pick up. It took the boredom out of the everyday annoyances. Parents calling, kids bugging me to get scheduled, brakes locking up on the cars while driving.
"You say you couldn't stop? Well, I just won a water bottle!"
Back in the day I worked at a driving school. I had the power to schedule your kids driving sessions. Some days it was easy, everyone showed up, instructors didn't have drama in their life and the brakes worked.
During the school year, classes didn't start until 3 or 4 pm. But I was always there around noon. I had things to win. And in the summer time, the winning spree was in full speed.
I always listened to 107.5 "The End" every day. They always had something to give away. Cd's of groups I really didn't like, tickets to groups I didn't want to see. You know, the usual stuff. One time my friend Elsa called me from our rival driving school (she basically did the same thing over there).
"Ok, FM 100 is giving away $1000 for the secret song and it's a Michael Bolton song." It probably was his terrible song "When a man loves a Woman" or some crap like that. But hey, I'll listen to Lenny for $1000. So all day I listened to that crappy channel for that crappy song. When it finally came on, my expertise kicked in and I dialed once, busy, click, then hit re-dial.
That was the formula. Dial, busy, click, re-dial. It's a formula that only works on a phone with a good hang-up response. If your phone takes forever to hang up, there is no chance you're gonna win anything. Unfortunately, even with my formula, I didn't win $1000.
But that was only one out of every 5 wins. It was probably because it was FM 100. 107.5 treated me right. I won cd's that I never picked up (I think I picked up No Doubt when they hit it big), I saw Matchbox 20 at the Hard Rock and had beer spilled on me and a drum stick thrown at my head. It was some concert.
I won gift packages with shirts, stickers and any other promo items that I never picked up. I even won tickets to a Christmas concert with 5 popular bands of the time (one-hit-wonders maybe?). I didn't go.
It was the winning that I wanted. That was my prize. My voice on the radio, my mad phone skills and the thrill of the pick up. It took the boredom out of the everyday annoyances. Parents calling, kids bugging me to get scheduled, brakes locking up on the cars while driving.
"You say you couldn't stop? Well, I just won a water bottle!"
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
That Karma Will Get You Every Time
It never fails. You come home from a decent weekend outta town and something is different when you get into work. Sometimes people will use your computer and change all your presets or screw with your settings in a program (damn office mate at Watchit Media!). Or you have a pile of work just waiting for you. Either way, you know it's gonna be a crappy Monday.
Well how about coming into work, stepping in your cube and nothing really seems outta place. That's what I thought this Monday when I came in until I took a closer look.
"That phone isn't mine."
I've never had one of the nice phones since I've been here. Upon closer inspection, while wiggling my mouse to turn on the computer, which by the way I shut down before the weekend, it said Andy Whitlow. Then the monitor came up with a log-in prompt for Andy Whitlow!
What the hell was going on? And who's this Andy Whitlow? All my stuff was still in my cube. Nothing was different except those two things. I started to formulate scenarios like "Was I fired and they just didn't tell me or Justin?" or "Well my code worked to get into the building so I know I'm not fired, but I'm not Andy Whitlow (whoever he was!)."
My cube neighbors couldn't help me because they didn't see this magical switch-a-roo happen. I was extremely frustrated. Then, another girl who was moved on Friday stood up.
"They moved you and me. You're over here now."
"This blows!"
With every trip from my old cube to my new one, I calmed down a bit. Until I saw who I was gonna be sitting by. Remember this? I don't like to bring it up but once I realized my new situation my anger turned to laughter.
When she moved, the clouds parted and the sun shined through the cubes. It was a miracle. Then she got a cube mate who loves to sing and hum. I just snickered under my breath every time I could hear her humming...across the room!
My ending statement in this situation: Karma's a Bitch! Get ready for some dual action humming sitsa!
Well how about coming into work, stepping in your cube and nothing really seems outta place. That's what I thought this Monday when I came in until I took a closer look.
"That phone isn't mine."
I've never had one of the nice phones since I've been here. Upon closer inspection, while wiggling my mouse to turn on the computer, which by the way I shut down before the weekend, it said Andy Whitlow. Then the monitor came up with a log-in prompt for Andy Whitlow!
What the hell was going on? And who's this Andy Whitlow? All my stuff was still in my cube. Nothing was different except those two things. I started to formulate scenarios like "Was I fired and they just didn't tell me or Justin?" or "Well my code worked to get into the building so I know I'm not fired, but I'm not Andy Whitlow (whoever he was!)."
My cube neighbors couldn't help me because they didn't see this magical switch-a-roo happen. I was extremely frustrated. Then, another girl who was moved on Friday stood up.
"They moved you and me. You're over here now."
"This blows!"
With every trip from my old cube to my new one, I calmed down a bit. Until I saw who I was gonna be sitting by. Remember this? I don't like to bring it up but once I realized my new situation my anger turned to laughter.
When she moved, the clouds parted and the sun shined through the cubes. It was a miracle. Then she got a cube mate who loves to sing and hum. I just snickered under my breath every time I could hear her humming...across the room!
My ending statement in this situation: Karma's a Bitch! Get ready for some dual action humming sitsa!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Utah huh?
Going up to Utah today. This reminds me of all those times I drove down to Las Vegas to see Justin. (In case some of you didn't know, he took a job here while I was finishing up school, so we lived apart for about 4 months. It sucked!)
So after my Friday nutrition class I would head out for Las Vegas. Both ways I would listen to "A Mighty Wind" soundtrack. Silly I know, but the songs were funny. (I'm really racking up the music themed blogs lately!)
So yesterday, I jammed that cd into my player and rocked out (more like 'folk-singer-rock-out') on my way home from work, anticipating my Utah trip today. I could do that since I was the only one driving. Justin thinks the soundtrack is stupid. My in-laws thought you had to be "loopy" on booze to even make it through the movie. They fell asleep.
So I brought the cd with me incase I get the urge. I know Justin won't get the urge (or maybe the urge to throw it out the window) but I can force it when I drive.
"I'm the driver, I pick the music!"
It's painful sometimes when you're the passenger. You have NO say in music. Oh these rules suck sometimes. I'll let you know how many time I get to listen to it. I'm aiming for just on time. I want Justin to like me this weekend.
Have a great weekend everyone!
So after my Friday nutrition class I would head out for Las Vegas. Both ways I would listen to "A Mighty Wind" soundtrack. Silly I know, but the songs were funny. (I'm really racking up the music themed blogs lately!)
So yesterday, I jammed that cd into my player and rocked out (more like 'folk-singer-rock-out') on my way home from work, anticipating my Utah trip today. I could do that since I was the only one driving. Justin thinks the soundtrack is stupid. My in-laws thought you had to be "loopy" on booze to even make it through the movie. They fell asleep.
So I brought the cd with me incase I get the urge. I know Justin won't get the urge (or maybe the urge to throw it out the window) but I can force it when I drive.
"I'm the driver, I pick the music!"
It's painful sometimes when you're the passenger. You have NO say in music. Oh these rules suck sometimes. I'll let you know how many time I get to listen to it. I'm aiming for just on time. I want Justin to like me this weekend.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Elvis Sing it Again!
During summers in Texas the only time we went outside was to ride our bikes to the local pool. On days we didn't go, my sister, brother and I would sit at home and watch all the MTV we could get. My mom didn't like us watching it, so we did it while she was at work.
I would remember songs by the videos. They had to be funny, fast paced and clever for me to keep watching them. Nowadays, when a song comes on the satellite, I recall the video. "Oh I used to love this music video." Justin had no idea because he didn't have cable. Poor kid.
Lately, I've been eager to hear a song that, thanks to satellite radio, I never knew was sung by Elvis Costello. It's call "Veronica". I remembered the video very clearly but no clue who sung it. Listening to it now I know why I liked it. It's very catchy and cute with the little xylophone tinking away. I found the video online (NO I didn't steal it. Someone posted it.) and it's kinda sad! Geez was I such a dumb kid to not even notice what it was about? If you'd like to watch it/listen to it check it out.
I think I liked it as a kid because Veronica wasn't a very popular name, like mine.
"Saying "You can call me anything you like, but my name is Veronica"
Elvis is so clever with those lyrics! I can't get enough of this song! Maybe I'll start using that line at work, where btw, everyone seems to think my name is Jessica. It's not kids. Ask me and I'll tell you. On second thought, you can't call me anything you like. My name is Jessi.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Skunky Smells
Is it weird to like the smell of skunks? Well not the skunk itself, but the odor that warns you to stay away. I never get close enough. It's usually from driving on long trips. It could be the combination of the highway and skunk. I love it!
I usually want to drive back through just to get another wiff. It's like a surprise on a boring road trip.
"Mmmmmm, Skunk!"
Justin thinks I'm crazy. But he like to walk down the cooking aisle, pick up a bag of marshmallows and sniff the bag until I've left the aisle. The time can vary if I'm actually looking for something down that aisle. Then he'll try to con me into buying the bag with nose prints all over it.
"But marshmallows are soooo good!"
"No, I'll buy you a rice krispy treat instead."
Mmm, the marshmallowy goodness, you really can't go wrong with a rice krispy treat. Or skunk smell, but I would mix them. That would be overload.
I usually want to drive back through just to get another wiff. It's like a surprise on a boring road trip.
"Mmmmmm, Skunk!"
Justin thinks I'm crazy. But he like to walk down the cooking aisle, pick up a bag of marshmallows and sniff the bag until I've left the aisle. The time can vary if I'm actually looking for something down that aisle. Then he'll try to con me into buying the bag with nose prints all over it.
"But marshmallows are soooo good!"
"No, I'll buy you a rice krispy treat instead."
Mmm, the marshmallowy goodness, you really can't go wrong with a rice krispy treat. Or skunk smell, but I would mix them. That would be overload.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Purse For All Seasons...or At Least Today and Tomorrow
I go through phases where I need to make something. It usually turns out kinda ugly. Like the two dresses I made last weekend. After talking to my mom and determining Vogue patterns suck, the dress I made was about 3 sizes too big. And I'm just too lazy to fix it. Ugh, where's Old Navy when I need it?
Anyhoo, the other dress...it's nice. The fabric was stretchy and fitting. But the rolls on my sides just want to say hello to everyone. I think they shouldn't be seen at all, but you can't argue with them. So to fight them, I talked Justin into doing the Las Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December. Another blog for another day.
With one ugly dress and one not yet ready to wear, I needed to satisfy my need for something made and useful. Purses! So off to my new favorite website, Craftster to find other people creations that I can use. There are some really creative people on there. Normally I'm amazed at how non-creative I can be. But this time I was surprised!
This one was fun just because I jimmied it to be the size I want. SMALL! But don't look too closely because...well...the seams aren't all that great, the handle is crooked, the lining didn't catch when I was sewing it and over all it is a little lopsided. But it still looks pretty good!
The colors look a little deceiving here, but they are really brighter. I've never had a clutch or a need for one but when I saw this on Craftster, I knew I had to make it! And so I did. 1 1/2 hours later I was done. I didn't put the snap on it yet because I have absolutely no idea how to use the snapper tool.
Hey, I can barely sew a straight line! So that one I need help on. But for now, my little clutch is cute, hip and only holds what you see. Tiny wallet, phone, lip gloss and rubber bands. All I need!
I'm not Martha yet, but I'm getting there. As for dresses, I think I'll stick with stitching my way to Old Navy.com. Vogue...you're killing me! 3 sizes! Unacceptable!
Anyhoo, the other dress...it's nice. The fabric was stretchy and fitting. But the rolls on my sides just want to say hello to everyone. I think they shouldn't be seen at all, but you can't argue with them. So to fight them, I talked Justin into doing the Las Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December. Another blog for another day.
With one ugly dress and one not yet ready to wear, I needed to satisfy my need for something made and useful. Purses! So off to my new favorite website, Craftster to find other people creations that I can use. There are some really creative people on there. Normally I'm amazed at how non-creative I can be. But this time I was surprised!
Purse #1: Square Handle/Square Bottom Purse
This one was fun just because I jimmied it to be the size I want. SMALL! But don't look too closely because...well...the seams aren't all that great, the handle is crooked, the lining didn't catch when I was sewing it and over all it is a little lopsided. But it still looks pretty good!
Ya those aren't side pockets. I guess they could be though.
BLING he he
Purse #2: A Snazzy, Very Little Clutch
The colors look a little deceiving here, but they are really brighter. I've never had a clutch or a need for one but when I saw this on Craftster, I knew I had to make it! And so I did. 1 1/2 hours later I was done. I didn't put the snap on it yet because I have absolutely no idea how to use the snapper tool.
Hey, I can barely sew a straight line! So that one I need help on. But for now, my little clutch is cute, hip and only holds what you see. Tiny wallet, phone, lip gloss and rubber bands. All I need!
I'm not Martha yet, but I'm getting there. As for dresses, I think I'll stick with stitching my way to Old Navy.com. Vogue...you're killing me! 3 sizes! Unacceptable!
Monday, May 08, 2006
Monday Morning Rants
It's so nice to come into work, check your e-mail and find you've somehow offended someone. I guess I've been doing it a lot lately, but this time it really wasn't my fault.
I never thought my blog would cause me the headache it has. Especially a post from February! Basically, I posted something that was just like normal and all the comments evolved into a bashing session of someone. 16 comments later, a friend of this person found my blog and commented. I'm fine with that. I'm fine with what they said. But since that comment topic was a #1 search on google, I had to delete all the comments. I want to be #1 on google for other reasons...not that!
So friends, I encourage you to speak your mind...cautiously.
I never thought my blog would cause me the headache it has. Especially a post from February! Basically, I posted something that was just like normal and all the comments evolved into a bashing session of someone. 16 comments later, a friend of this person found my blog and commented. I'm fine with that. I'm fine with what they said. But since that comment topic was a #1 search on google, I had to delete all the comments. I want to be #1 on google for other reasons...not that!
So friends, I encourage you to speak your mind...cautiously.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Arrr...Pirates!
Pirates still lurk about. Did you know this? You might be sitting next to one...or 8. Pirates are scarry, usually black and generally ugly.
Actually I probably couldn't spot a real Pirate. But I can spot nose hairs from a mile away. Ok more like 2.4 feet away.
Nose hairs resemble upside down hooks inching their way outta your nose. When I sit next to someone or talk to someone and I happen to look in that direction (well it's hard to miss when you are talking face to face) I spot those little pirates screaming "ARRRRR pluck me!" It's sick I know, but this is who I am.
It all started when Justin moved in with me. I would be talking to him and I'd spot his nose hairs. Since we were living together, I felt it necessary to tell him how unattractive they were. They just didn't hang, they hooked! Ugly!
"You've got a hair...there"
"Where?" Feeling around with his thumb and first finger. YANK! "ARRRRR" I'm sure it was painful. It was for me to watch. I'm pretty sure I said "Arrrr" too. So that's how it all started.
Now we just say, "I see pirates" or "PIRATES!" or "Dude, he had some crazy Pirates!" It varies. But if you hear 'pirate' I'm probably talking about you. Or about your pirates.
Actually I probably couldn't spot a real Pirate. But I can spot nose hairs from a mile away. Ok more like 2.4 feet away.
Nose hairs resemble upside down hooks inching their way outta your nose. When I sit next to someone or talk to someone and I happen to look in that direction (well it's hard to miss when you are talking face to face) I spot those little pirates screaming "ARRRRR pluck me!" It's sick I know, but this is who I am.
It all started when Justin moved in with me. I would be talking to him and I'd spot his nose hairs. Since we were living together, I felt it necessary to tell him how unattractive they were. They just didn't hang, they hooked! Ugly!
"You've got a hair...there"
"Where?" Feeling around with his thumb and first finger. YANK! "ARRRRR" I'm sure it was painful. It was for me to watch. I'm pretty sure I said "Arrrr" too. So that's how it all started.
Now we just say, "I see pirates" or "PIRATES!" or "Dude, he had some crazy Pirates!" It varies. But if you hear 'pirate' I'm probably talking about you. Or about your pirates.
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