How Much Do I Know About '80's Music?

You Scored 75% Correct

You are an 80s expert You never confuse New Order with the Pet Shop Boys You know which classical musician Falco rocked When it comes to 80s music, you Just Can't Get Enough!

How Much Do You Know About 80s Music?

Shows my age, eh? I actually thought I'd do better, but I always have trouble with exact years....

Float On

You remember, of course, that Modest Mouse song so popular awhile back. I heard it on the ride home last night and since I hadn't heard it lately I was happy to hear it instead of groaing, "Again?" And it even made me philosophical about how things have been lately. I get all my best deep thoughts from pop songs. I'm like, "Yes! Good news IS on the way!" haha! I realize that I'm a ridiculous person, but I guess I'm okay with that.

Have a good weekend, peeps.

Haiku #94

Tonya from skating
Your mom was so mean to you
We weren't nice either

Haiku #93

The mother next door
Charlotte was big, loud, funny
Vivid in my mind

Howz About Some Cheese, Hold the Whine

The world seems less dim today. The bright spot of my day was seeing about 15 of the kids here at the library perform their own little magic show today. It was the cutest thing. We had a professional magician come in and teach them a few tricks over a couple of days and then they showed off what they had learned for an audience. Fun stuff like that happens and then I totally feel lucky to have the job I have.
I talked to my experimental (or whatever) son yesterday evening and I think it went pretty well. I expressed my concerns and even made sure to let him know that I feel partially responsible for forgetting that he is young enough to still make really bad decisions and that I would be keeping a closer eye on him with that in mind. He seemed sincerely sorry and embarrassed. Well, that he'd been caught, but still, he likes being sort of a family star and I don't think he wants to risk appearing so bad again...and also hopefully, he heard what I said and won't want to do something so foolish again, caught or not. I do feel better after having been able to talk with him.

Haiku #92

Your name is long gone
But your little deformed arm
Scared my sister so.

Clap if You Like Whining

Keep it going, because you're in for a treat today. This will be an all whine post. On my mind with a vengence:
1. My oldest son can't get into the stupid doctor's office to have his stitches examined. It will take, literally, seconds, and they claim there is no way to get him in before Monday. What if this thing gets infected? Back to the E.R. then, I guess.
2. I still have not dealt with Son #3's little foray into the marijuana. WTG talked to him about it. By the time I got home last night, around 9:30, he was able to feign sleep convincingly enough that I knew it wouldn't be a good time to talk. So, I still don't know what I'll say to him. He will be spoken to this evening though, and some sort of consequences laid down.
3. I haven't yet found a replacement car so that WTG can quit bitching about the one he "gave" me and the tremendous debt he says he incurred. (Do I doubt the debt part? You betcha.) I have looked, but nothing seems quite feasible for me. I mean, I'll have very little to spend and it must be running.
4. WTG tried to join a gym that was offering a month's free trial. They refused to let him sign up because his blood pressure is too high. If he has a stroke or something, would I have to be the one to look after him? Okay, you can hate me now, because that sounds horrible. You'd have to know WTG though...
5. My memory is totally shot. One piece of evidence is here. I have heard that this sort of thing can be linked to stess and/or depression. Do ya think?
Thanks for joining the Festival of Whine! Are you craving some cheese?

Snap into a Slim Jim!

Me and Milly went in on this big box of Slim Jims from Amazon a while back. My portion has sort of been sitting around. I eat them very occasionally. Until this evening, that is. Tonight they are tasting mighty, mighty good to me. I mean, they are gross. They get my fingers oily! Yet sometimes they just hit the spot. Like tonight.
Oh, do you want to know what I am reading now? I have just begun Angry Housewives Eating Bonbons. I liked a couple of her other books okay. This one is sort of losing me at the beginning, but this may be just my not so great mood coming into play. I'll keep trying. I have a stand-by if this one doesn't work out.
I am hesitating to discuss why I am feeling distracted...it shows, doesn't it? I found a baggie of pot in one of my son's closet. He is a very good student, a very good kid, and I am a bit at a loss. This is, I have to say, surprising and it has me a bit down. I'm not entirely sure how to handle it just yet. Sometimes, I'm just afraid I have done everything wrong.

Haiku #91

Cute Sherry Buda
Chiropractic medicine
Was your dream career

Haiku #90

Your name was Andrew
Noted for using a flag
To cover your deck


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When There is a Rule, There is a Reason

My oldest son found that out the hard way...given that he is 21, probably not for the first time. On Sunday, while I took my daughter to the football game for cheerleading, Son #1 took his littlest brother bowling. I believe there are signs posted saying "Do Not Touch the Rails" or at least "Be Careful if Touching the Rails" I guess those are those things that go up or down on the lanes to block the gutter for little ones? (Not a bowler, I am piecing this together.) They had the rails up so Little Bro could actually bowl and when one fell down, Big Bro went to put it back up and somehow it sliced almost right through the top of his pinkie. He stayed calm and after examining it in the bathroom, realized he was pretty badly injured. He got his younger brother home without letting him know all that much was wrong, and then, luckily for once, WTG was there and took him to the emergency room. He had to get 15 stitches. Seems like a lot for such a little finger.
When I saw him this morning, he said what hurt the most was his shoulder where they gave him the tetanus shot.
While all this was going on, I was sitting in the broiling sun watching my darling daughter cheer for a team that lost 30-0. At least the girls did a fine job with their little half time performance :-) Mom side note: I am making an extra special effort to get along with my one and only daughter. She can be contentious, but in attempting to recall myself at 13, I feel certain I was similar and that no one that age can really help it. Ima get that Mother of the Year award yet!

Which Brady Am I?

You Are Greg Brady

Outta sight! Suave and all American, you tend to be clean cut and upstanding. You're friendly with most people and a huge flirt (sometimes even with family members!).

What Brady Are You?

hee hee!

What Season Am I?

You Belong in Spring

Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world... You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring. Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!

What Season Are You?

Thanks to Tara for reminding me of how fun blogthings are :-)

Haiku #89

Pretty little girl
Shelly Peron, lets face it
Never stood a chance.

It's Official (Again) - I Am White Trash

Today I got a phone call from home with the fabulous news that my electricity had been shut off. It was TOTALLY my fault. I meant to call by yesterday when it was due and get an extension until Friday when my check hits the bank, but I just dropped the ball. I was able to call and get it back on fairly quickly, but everyone who was home at the time (especially WTG) are super pissed at me. They were inconvenienced briefly, but the end result is that I look like such a major loser. Oh, well. What's new there? Cue the dueling banjos, please.

Let's look to happier topics, shall we? I wanted to tell you about my fun dinnertime break on Monday. I had dinner, as I often do, with my little bear friend Milly. She is the rock n roll librarian. On Monday, her friend and bandmate, lets call him Giblert, dropped by with his guitar. We went into the auditorium and I got to listen to their impromptu rehearsal. It was fun! They even let me make requests. I wanted Dancing Queen and they gave it a very fair shot :-) They both kept apologizing for mistakes and saying they didn't sound good, and I couldn't seem to make them believe that it was a pleasure to hear them working on their songs like that. I so envy people who can sing and/or play instruments. My singing voice is awful and I have never learned and instrument. I'd love to though, so maybe someday I will. Don't you think the cello is so sexy?

Keep Talkin', Mateys

It wasn't until I read just about every other blog in the world that I remembered that I was supposed to be celebrating Talk Like a Pirate Day today. I LOVE pirates! Those dirty thieves of the high seas are just so cool somehow. I was a pirate last year for Halloween, even....see?


Anyway, hope it was a good one for all you scruvy scums out there...
I let this day slip away from me and am almost out of time. Tomorrow, I will tell you about my fun dinner last Monday. xxx

Haiku #88

Sweet Bobby Sherman
Non-threatening older man
Trapped in my t.v.

Haiku #87

Greg, Marcia, Peter,
Jan, Bobby, Cindy Brady
Almost real to me.

She's Easy

Saw Team C today and now I feel like the kitty in the cream. I couldn't be more content. I am just a warm, smiling, picture of bliss. So, so easy.

My Evening As a Guinea Pig

Yesterday after work, me and Milly went to see August Rush. We had to pretty much rush straight there after work, as we needed to be there by 6:45. The movie didn't start until 7:30, but since it was a special screening there was all this rigamaroll to get through. We stood in line and filled out our demographic information cards, presented out invitations, got our tickets. We went into the theater and had our bags very thoroughly searched. They didn't care if we brought in outside food, but they were extremely concerned, of course, about secret little cameras and things. We had to sit kind of near the front, but I don't mind that. A guy gave a little speech about how we were the first ones to view this film, and we were watching a working copy so there may be little imperfections in sound, color, etc. Then we watched the movie. I have to say I really enjoyed it and afterwards gave it really high marks on the opinion survey. Honestly, it probably isn't something I would have chosen to go see randomly. It was very sweet and romantic, like a fairy tale. It was defintely a feel good film, not something I'm necessarily all that into, but what the heck! It did feel good :-) Jonathan Rhys-Meyers and Keri Russell are gorgeous people (and talented musicians as well.) And Freddie Highmore? That kid is awesome!
So, I got a little evening out, a free movie, and a chance to provide my opinion. Yow. The End.
PS - I have a Team C meeting tomorrow. I am so, so excited.

It's L.B. Appreciation Day Somewhere in the World!

I would like to direct you to Eclectic Spaghetti where the very cool Tara has given me my very own day! Visit her and join in the celebration of yours truly. haha!
Okay enough about me...no, wait...this blog is all about me, right? Me and my boring life. Lives up to it's name, for sure!

Haiku #86

You were handsome then
Dark Danny Bustamonte
Ambiguous sort of crush.

You Can Thank Me Later

I almost posted something all 9/11-ish yesterday, but couldn't bear to do it. You're welcome.

On Sunday WTG and I went to see Sherrybaby. The thing about this movie was not so much the story itself, but the fearless acting. Maggie Gyllenhaal may be my idol.
Tomorrow evening Milly and I are going to a preview of a movie called August Rush. I don't know much about it. It is one of those things where you go for free, but I think they want you to fill out a questionnaire or something. I'll give you the scoop on it, 'kay? 'Kay.

More tomorrow. I wanted to tell you something about the Swordsman, but what was it?

Haiku #85

A shy, quiet girl
Belinda with your dark hair
Smiling, rosy cheeked.

Haiku #84

Timmy and Gina
We used to babysit you
We weren't all that nice.

Captivating? Not So Much.

I know you were promised a captivating entry for today. Please tell me this isn't the first time someone has let you down. Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm just one in a long line of disappointments, aren't I? *sigh* haha!
Okay, what can I say?
Did I tell you that Team C called on my first day back from vacay? It is our 2 year "anniversary"...well, today actually, I guess. When I see him next week, I will see if he remembers. Probably not. He can get away with that though, because when I mention it he will be so lovely and sweet about it. Can't wait to see him.
In other dude news, I think I am going to have to ease my way away from the Swordsman. It is just too complicated with him and I need simplicity, not complications. Obviously. As for DR, he is far away and back to his old habits of treating me very casually, which in the long run is fine with me. I mean, he is very far away and always will be from what I can tell.
Um, what else...reading? I finished Birds in Fall. It was wonderful. Now I am beginning Stiff, which I have actually been meaning to read for awhile...at least I remember hearing about it back when Six Feet Under used to be on... Anyway, it seems interesting and funny so far.
Is that all I have? I guess...oh, Milly just showed me the Amazon listing for the new Decemberist cd The Crane Wife. I should get it. Yeah, I will get it.
And thus ends my captivating Saturday entry here. See you Monday, dears.

Haiku #83

Lisa's little sis
You were so spoiled and silly
Are you still, Laurie?

Haiku #82

You were Monique's friend
I know you were Melinda
But thats all I know

Day is Done

And darkness falls on the wings of night
As a feather is wafted downward
By an eagle in its flight...or something like that. Remember that cool poetry reading Mike and Greg Brady did at Family talent night? If you are my age or you watch Nick at Night you do! haha!
Seriously though...I have let another day rush past, without much time to write. Tomorrow is my Friday off, so I will write a captivating entry on Saturday, for sure.

Haiku #81

Mrs. Giano
You were my teacher for Sixth
A bit of a bore.

Don't Faint! It's a New Post!

Returned to work yesterday after my week off. The first day back to work never seems too fab, but yesterday was especially messed up. I normally work 9-6 on Tuesdays when no programming is going on, so I turned up at 9 good to go. However...my co-worker had called in unable to attend work that evening, so I ended up being the one who sort of was urged to consider working 12-9, as I do during programming. It would save having to get a temp in blah, blah, blah. So, yeah, I went on home, did some more laundry, watched an Intervention that I had Tivo'd and returned at noon for a full 9 more hours of good times. It was fine, just not the best start to the working week...
My days off were okay. I really did relax quite a bit. Still, it wasn't what I pictured or hoped for when I asked for this time off months ago. I did successfully get the chirrens back in school. Now there is a pricey little proposition and they go to public school!
When I got back online, I had to spend some quality time catching up on email and visting my favorite blogs. It was nice to see everyone :-) Was I missed here? Come on, don't be too shy to admit it. Okay...I know I am talking to myself for the most part, but it amuses me and is harmless, right?
Lets see...I did a bit of reading. I started the week with My Lover's Lover. I had actually had it on my 'to read' list for quite some time and one day I just happened to pick it up from a table over here. It turned out to be pretty good. One of those sort of well written, but sort of removed stories. Then, I reread Waiting. Such a sad and visceral book. Between those and my magazines I made it through the week. Yesterday I picked up Birds in Fall. I've only barely started it, but I can tell it is going to be great. Very, very well written with characters that I can already tell I am going to appreciate.
Okay, I have blathered my blather. I will blather some more tomorrow! It IS good to be back.