IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
Opening Credits: "Popular" - Wicked the Musical
Waking Up: "Politically Incorrect" - gretchen Wilson
First Day At School: "Is Anybody Going to San Antone" - Texas Tornados
Falling in Love: "I'll Sue Ya" - Weird Al
Fight Song: "There's a Place for Us" - Tom Waits
Breaking Up: "Who Were You Thinking Of" - Texas Tornadoes
Prom: "Gin And Juice" - Snoop
Life's OK: "Job Application" - Meryn Cadell
Mental Breakdown: "Holidae Inn" - Chingy & Snoop
Driving: "Hips Don't Lie" - Shakira & Wyclef Jean
Flashback: "Gimme That" - Chris Brown
Getting Back Together: "Sober" - Tool (HAHAHAHA)
Wedding: "I write Sins not Tragedies" - Panic at the Disco
Birth of Child: "Different Strings" - Rush
Final Battle: "Closing Time" - Tom Waits
Death Scene: "All Jacked Up" - Gretchen Wilson
Funeral Song: "What if God was one of us" - Joan Osborne
End Credits: "SOS" - Rhianna
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10/5/06
9/27/06
this is pretty damn true unfortunately
| Your Birthdate: October 28 |
 You have a Type A personality so big it makes other Type A's shrink away in shame. You never shy away from adversity - and you love to tackle impossible problems. Failure is not an option for you, and more than a few people are put off by your ego. You tend to be controlling, and you hate leaving anything up to chance. Your strength: Your bold approach to life Your weakness: You don't accept help Your power color: Bronze Your power symbol: Pyramid Your power month: October |
9/26/06
I can't sleep (warning it contains sports stuff)
Earlier this evening I couldn't keep my eyes open. It was all I could do to stay awake during the New Orleans Saints Monday night spectacular ... and I love football! Not to mention New Orleans!
Before I go any further, let me just tell you that the game and everything about it was amazing! The NFL really did well to make up for the debacle of last year when they made them play a "HOME" game in NEW YORK! That was seriously a laugh. Giants Stadium on it's best day isn't a place for out of town teams. And altho they gave them a great welcome, when that game started they were all about their NYGiants. And I can't blame them. I would be hard pressed to root for a visiting team in my home stadium.
But last night was phenomenal. The fans were there in droves. ESPN had practically every sports person they have on staff sent down there. They had coverage all day (as they usually do) but this was special. They kept emphasising that, altho this is a great thing to happen to NOLA to have the Saints playing in the Superdome, there is still alot of work to be done. And interspersed with the pics of the happy fans and the full stadium were photos of the devastation caused by Katrina and the failing levees. It was inspiring and sobering and heartwrenching and full of hope all at the same time.
Throughout the live reports you kept hearing people chanting in the background "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?" I loved it. I could only imagine what the atmosphere was like down on Bourbon Street in the quarter. I'm sure it was electric.
Pregame included performances from Green Day (Wake me when September Ends) and U2 (Beautiful Day). It was nice, but I would have much rather seen NOLA locals like Harry Connick Jr. take the stage. They did good with the National Anthem tho. They had local music legand Alan Toussaint accompany local soul queen Irma Thomas. And George HW Bush was there to do the coin toss. The Saints lost the toss, but it didn't even matter cuz they blocked a punt and recovered it for a TD in the first couple minutes of the game and they just kept on from there.
I'm not gonna bore you with football details. Let's just say it was a great game which ended with a huge Saints victory 23-3 over the Atlanta Falcons. I was happy. And I did eventually get to see Harry Connick Jr. during the game as they spoke with him sometime in the 3rd quarter. He said what we heard the whole time we were down there. "Come down and spend your money here in the local hotels and restaurants" Because that is what will help rebuild their economy and create new jobs and bring people back to their homes.
After the game Kevin went up to bed and I was gonna follow him shortly after. I was so exhausted all day. And then I must have got my 2nd wind. Cuz I'm still not tired and it's close to 6AM. I'm not awake enough to be constructive around the house and do things like dishes or laundry or compile the pics of our NOLA vaca ...just awake enough to not be able to fall asleep when my head hits the pillow. And to top it all off there is nothing on TV at this hour of the day that I want to watch and I'm out of yarn for my current crochet projects (which I need to finish this weekend).
*sigh* I guess I should at least try again to catch some zzzzz. Maybe it will work this time.
Before I go any further, let me just tell you that the game and everything about it was amazing! The NFL really did well to make up for the debacle of last year when they made them play a "HOME" game in NEW YORK! That was seriously a laugh. Giants Stadium on it's best day isn't a place for out of town teams. And altho they gave them a great welcome, when that game started they were all about their NYGiants. And I can't blame them. I would be hard pressed to root for a visiting team in my home stadium.
But last night was phenomenal. The fans were there in droves. ESPN had practically every sports person they have on staff sent down there. They had coverage all day (as they usually do) but this was special. They kept emphasising that, altho this is a great thing to happen to NOLA to have the Saints playing in the Superdome, there is still alot of work to be done. And interspersed with the pics of the happy fans and the full stadium were photos of the devastation caused by Katrina and the failing levees. It was inspiring and sobering and heartwrenching and full of hope all at the same time.
Throughout the live reports you kept hearing people chanting in the background "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?" I loved it. I could only imagine what the atmosphere was like down on Bourbon Street in the quarter. I'm sure it was electric.
Pregame included performances from Green Day (Wake me when September Ends) and U2 (Beautiful Day). It was nice, but I would have much rather seen NOLA locals like Harry Connick Jr. take the stage. They did good with the National Anthem tho. They had local music legand Alan Toussaint accompany local soul queen Irma Thomas. And George HW Bush was there to do the coin toss. The Saints lost the toss, but it didn't even matter cuz they blocked a punt and recovered it for a TD in the first couple minutes of the game and they just kept on from there.
I'm not gonna bore you with football details. Let's just say it was a great game which ended with a huge Saints victory 23-3 over the Atlanta Falcons. I was happy. And I did eventually get to see Harry Connick Jr. during the game as they spoke with him sometime in the 3rd quarter. He said what we heard the whole time we were down there. "Come down and spend your money here in the local hotels and restaurants" Because that is what will help rebuild their economy and create new jobs and bring people back to their homes.
After the game Kevin went up to bed and I was gonna follow him shortly after. I was so exhausted all day. And then I must have got my 2nd wind. Cuz I'm still not tired and it's close to 6AM. I'm not awake enough to be constructive around the house and do things like dishes or laundry or compile the pics of our NOLA vaca ...just awake enough to not be able to fall asleep when my head hits the pillow. And to top it all off there is nothing on TV at this hour of the day that I want to watch and I'm out of yarn for my current crochet projects (which I need to finish this weekend).
*sigh* I guess I should at least try again to catch some zzzzz. Maybe it will work this time.
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9/24/06
I Love Football Sundays
When I was in high school, football was a neccessary ebil. Something you sat thru until halftime when the marching band finally played. I remember sitting in the stands watching the game, having no idea what was going on, but yelling with Jules 'Pinski "BLOOD! GIVE ME BLOOD! KILL THE QUARTERBACK!" It was fun and cathartic. I hadn't a clue what I was yelling tho. It was just a way to pass the time until we had to line up and march.
But somewhere between then and now I have become a football addict. And luckily my husband is too. Yea i know, he's a man, aren't all men addicted to football? The answer is no. Most of the men I ever dated hated the idea of sitting in front of a TV screen on Sundays watching games. Especially the Lions. So I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue and usually worked at the bar on Sundays so I could catch some football on the sly.
But a little over 6 years ago I met Kevin. And he loves football as much as I do. He's a Jets fan (no accounting for taste) and he thoroughly enjoys just vegging in front of the TV from 11am Sunday morning (pregame) until somewhere around 1AM (postgame). We make football food (chili, grilled burgers and dogs, brats... that sort of thing) and drink lots of beer. It's a totally unhealthy day and an unhealthy way to start the week, but I absolutely don't care. I love my football Sundays.
Now, to be fair, I think my sister was a football (and a Lions fan) way before me. I remember when she got an autographed picture of our rookie kicker Jason Hanson. I think he was at Southland. I had no clue who he was. I learned pretty quickly tho. And Jason is now my future baby daddy. I love that man. Of all the Lions, he is the most consistent AND he's got such character. There aren't any current players I like more than him.
Past players I love include Robert Porcher, Luther Ellis and Chris Spielman. Men of immpecable character. Men I admire. Do you know Chris Spielman quit playing football in order to support his wife who was going thru breast cancer treatments? And Robert Porcher loves the city of Detroit. After he retired he invested in TWO upscale restaurants in downtown. I've been to one of them, Seldom Blues located in the RenCen, it's fabulous. And Luther Ellis is just a stand up guy. I met him at a football for women function a few years back. Unlike the other guys there, he stayed and signed autographs until the line was gone.
But the guys aren't the only reason I watch. I just love the almost gladiator-like thrill of the game. I love cheering on my team. I love seeing an amazing TD pass reception or a fantastic rush. I Love a Dre Bly interception. I love watching them sack Brett Favre. I love my football Sundays.
But somewhere between then and now I have become a football addict. And luckily my husband is too. Yea i know, he's a man, aren't all men addicted to football? The answer is no. Most of the men I ever dated hated the idea of sitting in front of a TV screen on Sundays watching games. Especially the Lions. So I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue and usually worked at the bar on Sundays so I could catch some football on the sly.
But a little over 6 years ago I met Kevin. And he loves football as much as I do. He's a Jets fan (no accounting for taste) and he thoroughly enjoys just vegging in front of the TV from 11am Sunday morning (pregame) until somewhere around 1AM (postgame). We make football food (chili, grilled burgers and dogs, brats... that sort of thing) and drink lots of beer. It's a totally unhealthy day and an unhealthy way to start the week, but I absolutely don't care. I love my football Sundays.
Now, to be fair, I think my sister was a football (and a Lions fan) way before me. I remember when she got an autographed picture of our rookie kicker Jason Hanson. I think he was at Southland. I had no clue who he was. I learned pretty quickly tho. And Jason is now my future baby daddy. I love that man. Of all the Lions, he is the most consistent AND he's got such character. There aren't any current players I like more than him.
Past players I love include Robert Porcher, Luther Ellis and Chris Spielman. Men of immpecable character. Men I admire. Do you know Chris Spielman quit playing football in order to support his wife who was going thru breast cancer treatments? And Robert Porcher loves the city of Detroit. After he retired he invested in TWO upscale restaurants in downtown. I've been to one of them, Seldom Blues located in the RenCen, it's fabulous. And Luther Ellis is just a stand up guy. I met him at a football for women function a few years back. Unlike the other guys there, he stayed and signed autographs until the line was gone.
But the guys aren't the only reason I watch. I just love the almost gladiator-like thrill of the game. I love cheering on my team. I love seeing an amazing TD pass reception or a fantastic rush. I Love a Dre Bly interception. I love watching them sack Brett Favre. I love my football Sundays.
9/22/06
Feeling better
Thanks to my friends who expressed concern over how I was feeling. I am doing much better. I'm sure the weather has something to do with it (i think I'm seasonally depressed) as well as the let down from the high of the vacation in NOLA, and the fact that a year ago Tuesday the 19th was when we put my kitty Kikyo to sleep.
I knew it was coming up. I should have checked my blogs when we came home from NOLA but I didn't, so I missed the year anniversary of Kikyo's passing. I didn't realize it would hit me so hard until yesterday when I was laying downstairs in the basement trying to take a nap and all of the sudden I started thinking about Kikyo and started just crying my eyes out. no warning. just tears. And I couldn't stop myself for a good hour or so.
I miss that little pain the the ass cat so much. Especially at night when Kaguya just ignores us. Kikyo used to come jump on the bed and lay on my stomach all night. She would even do like a lumberjack move and stay on me when I would roll over to my side. I would always wake up to her face right in mine as she licked me and meowed at me to get her some food. I can't tell you the times I woke up to this:
I knew it was coming up. I should have checked my blogs when we came home from NOLA but I didn't, so I missed the year anniversary of Kikyo's passing. I didn't realize it would hit me so hard until yesterday when I was laying downstairs in the basement trying to take a nap and all of the sudden I started thinking about Kikyo and started just crying my eyes out. no warning. just tears. And I couldn't stop myself for a good hour or so.
I miss that little pain the the ass cat so much. Especially at night when Kaguya just ignores us. Kikyo used to come jump on the bed and lay on my stomach all night. She would even do like a lumberjack move and stay on me when I would roll over to my side. I would always wake up to her face right in mine as she licked me and meowed at me to get her some food. I can't tell you the times I woke up to this:
Right there in my face. It used to annoy me so much, but i never realized how good I had it with her until we got Kaguya and she basically ignores me. The only time she meows at me is when she needs food or water or wants treats. Kaguya is entirely Kevin's cat.
And Kikyo was entirely mine.
The night we met her we were walking home from the Black Sheep in Wyandotte to our apt at 20 Chestnut (i still miss that place) and this adorable little kitten came out from by the dumpster. She came right up to us meowing and of course, being the softies that we are, we ran upstairs and got some canned salmon we had in the cabinets for god knows how long and brought it down to give to her. There were signs up all over warning us not to feed stray cats (oops) so we of course ignored them. We did have enough respect tho to take the canned salmon to the park and emptied the can on the ground and the kitty practically attacked it. Our hearts we crying for this little kitten but we weren't sure if she was someone's pet or what, so kevin and I made the decision that if she came back the next night we'd take her in.
Well, she did. And we did. We opened the door and she followed us all the way into the building and then into the elevator and into our apt. So Kevin went across the street for litter and food. She was fabulous! She knew how to use the litter box. She loved the food we got her. She slept with us in the bed. Actually the first couple nights she meowed and wandered teh apt and I stayed up with her, cuddling her when she wanted it and making sure she was okay. I slept a couple nights on the couch in the living room. But after she warmed up to us she started sleeping in the bed and never left us pretty much.
She was so happy when we moved into the house. We had so many windows and so much room for her to run around in. She was in heaven. She spent most of her days in front of the sliding doors leading to the deck.
And Kikyo was entirely mine.
The night we met her we were walking home from the Black Sheep in Wyandotte to our apt at 20 Chestnut (i still miss that place) and this adorable little kitten came out from by the dumpster. She came right up to us meowing and of course, being the softies that we are, we ran upstairs and got some canned salmon we had in the cabinets for god knows how long and brought it down to give to her. There were signs up all over warning us not to feed stray cats (oops) so we of course ignored them. We did have enough respect tho to take the canned salmon to the park and emptied the can on the ground and the kitty practically attacked it. Our hearts we crying for this little kitten but we weren't sure if she was someone's pet or what, so kevin and I made the decision that if she came back the next night we'd take her in.
Well, she did. And we did. We opened the door and she followed us all the way into the building and then into the elevator and into our apt. So Kevin went across the street for litter and food. She was fabulous! She knew how to use the litter box. She loved the food we got her. She slept with us in the bed. Actually the first couple nights she meowed and wandered teh apt and I stayed up with her, cuddling her when she wanted it and making sure she was okay. I slept a couple nights on the couch in the living room. But after she warmed up to us she started sleeping in the bed and never left us pretty much.
She was so happy when we moved into the house. We had so many windows and so much room for her to run around in. She was in heaven. She spent most of her days in front of the sliding doors leading to the deck.
She still came upstairs every night to sleep with us. Always on my stomach or side. She loved jumping on my lap when we were watching TV. Yea, she was entirely my cat.
Then she started acting strange. We made the appt. to take her to the vet. It was early so Kevin went by himself. He was gone a long time. When he came back he was crying and Kikyo had stitches and was very still. She was sick. Something had made her chest fill with fluid and she couldn't breath. If we hadn't taken her in chances were she would have died and we would have never known why. Kevin had to make the executive decision to let her go or to spend the $$ for an emergency surgery and pray it helped. He opted for the surgery. All it did was relieve the pressure on her lungs by removing the fluid. It wasn't going to stop what was happening. For that they needed to do another surgery which was in the thousands of dollars...money we didn't have. We didn't have the money for the smaller surgery but we somehow found it and made it thru.
They called us a day later with her bloodwork from the fluid. She had delind leukemia. So no matter what we did she was going to die.
We tried everything. We gave her pills, we tried Vitamin C, but short of the expensive surgery there was nothing that was going to work. It just kept her alive. We had a little over a month after they drained the fluid from her chest. In that time I took lots of pics and loved her so much and we just tried to keep her happy. Eventually it was too much tho and we had to make the decision to put her to sleep. She was starting to be in pain.
The night before we took her to the vet she was so conflicted. i don't know if it was because she was in pain and knew she was dying, but she would try to be near me and then hide from us. I would pet her and she would be fine for a few minutes and then she would get this blank look in her eyes and wouldn't even know who I was. I half hoped she would pass away in the night, but she was still alive in the morning when we woke up. We took her to the vet in the early PM. We stayed in the room as they gave her the shot. She knew what was happening. Kevin had to hold her and we both told her how much we loved her and then...
Then it was all over. We wrapped her in one of Kevin's tshirts because she used to love to sleep on his clothes, and put her gently into the cardboard pet carrier we had. The vet warned us that her bowels would release anything in them in the next half hour or so, and that's what happened. It was fitting that she peed on our clothes one last time (she wasn't fixed so once a month she sprayed into any laundry that happened to be on the floor).
We took her to the backyard and buried her in a spot that got alot of sun during the day. I put a small crystal cross on top of it a few days later. We still plan on planting some kikyo flowers on it next year.
I miss her so much. I've cried about 3 times while writing this. She was a pain in my ass. She wasn't fixed so once a month she had this horrid meow and would claw and everything trying to get out. I wouldn't get any sleep trying to keep her from destroying everything. And I already mentioned that she peed on any clothes we forgot to put away and left on the floor. I did so much laundry. But when she wasn't being such a pain she would lay on my lap and let me pet her. She would fall asleep everynight on me. She was my kitty and I loved her. And I miss her.
Then she started acting strange. We made the appt. to take her to the vet. It was early so Kevin went by himself. He was gone a long time. When he came back he was crying and Kikyo had stitches and was very still. She was sick. Something had made her chest fill with fluid and she couldn't breath. If we hadn't taken her in chances were she would have died and we would have never known why. Kevin had to make the executive decision to let her go or to spend the $$ for an emergency surgery and pray it helped. He opted for the surgery. All it did was relieve the pressure on her lungs by removing the fluid. It wasn't going to stop what was happening. For that they needed to do another surgery which was in the thousands of dollars...money we didn't have. We didn't have the money for the smaller surgery but we somehow found it and made it thru.
They called us a day later with her bloodwork from the fluid. She had delind leukemia. So no matter what we did she was going to die.
We tried everything. We gave her pills, we tried Vitamin C, but short of the expensive surgery there was nothing that was going to work. It just kept her alive. We had a little over a month after they drained the fluid from her chest. In that time I took lots of pics and loved her so much and we just tried to keep her happy. Eventually it was too much tho and we had to make the decision to put her to sleep. She was starting to be in pain.
The night before we took her to the vet she was so conflicted. i don't know if it was because she was in pain and knew she was dying, but she would try to be near me and then hide from us. I would pet her and she would be fine for a few minutes and then she would get this blank look in her eyes and wouldn't even know who I was. I half hoped she would pass away in the night, but she was still alive in the morning when we woke up. We took her to the vet in the early PM. We stayed in the room as they gave her the shot. She knew what was happening. Kevin had to hold her and we both told her how much we loved her and then...
Then it was all over. We wrapped her in one of Kevin's tshirts because she used to love to sleep on his clothes, and put her gently into the cardboard pet carrier we had. The vet warned us that her bowels would release anything in them in the next half hour or so, and that's what happened. It was fitting that she peed on our clothes one last time (she wasn't fixed so once a month she sprayed into any laundry that happened to be on the floor).
We took her to the backyard and buried her in a spot that got alot of sun during the day. I put a small crystal cross on top of it a few days later. We still plan on planting some kikyo flowers on it next year.
I miss her so much. I've cried about 3 times while writing this. She was a pain in my ass. She wasn't fixed so once a month she had this horrid meow and would claw and everything trying to get out. I wouldn't get any sleep trying to keep her from destroying everything. And I already mentioned that she peed on any clothes we forgot to put away and left on the floor. I did so much laundry. But when she wasn't being such a pain she would lay on my lap and let me pet her. She would fall asleep everynight on me. She was my kitty and I loved her. And I miss her.
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