Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
See......before Idol started this season, FOX network introduced a show that is almost like heaven to a musical, high school showchoir singing, wannabe Broadway star like me. I'm talking of course about Glee. (If you haven't bothered watching, consider this a stern tongue lashing)
However, the FOX powers that be decided that too much music on their network at one time was not a good plan. So they have decided to put Glee on hiatus until April when Idol is over.
So, since I'm a wee bit Glee deprived at the moment, let me fill you all in on my favorite cast member from the show.
This is Matthew Morrison.
Matthew Morrison plays Will Schuester, a Spanish teacher with a passion for... singing in glee clubs? Okay, as much of a music lover as I am.....I was quite excited about this. Glee is a great show. Quirky and strange and absolutely endearing.Now, maybe it's just me (I doubt it), but I love a boy who loves to sing and dance.
(Especially a STRAIGHT BOY. Sorry gays, but every once in awhile a girl needs a serenade from someone who doesn't picture Neil Patrick Harris when they're belting out a romantic ballad/show tune.)
I didn't even know that I was wishing for this particular needle-in-a-haystack when, all of a sudden, like a Tony-Award-toting apparition, he appeared.
And then he sang me a song.
(Note: I'm using the pronoun "me" very loosely.)
(click on the picture here to listen to this guy's awesome voice)
That, my friends, is a man. A man who obviously knows his way around the ladies.
A man who knows the important things: Wine me, dine me, take me to the theatre, impress me with your knowledge of art and culture, and when we dance, I want to feel weightless in your arms while you hold me close and sing softly in my ear. Make me feel like you only have eyes for me.
(You can't learn that on the football field.)
I feel like it can go either way for the dramatically-inclined teenage boy. He is either a hero or a zero. He can be worshipped or shunned. Different cities, different cultures, it all depends.
So thank God for the boys who realized that where there is dancing and singing, there are GIRLS. LOTS OF THEM.
I salute you.
(P.S. Matthew Morrison, you are officially invited over to my house to sing for me anytime. In a platonic non-stalkerish sort of way. Mostly.)
(P.P.S If there happens to be a big scowly man sitting in the corner, please pay no attention. He's harmless, promise. Mostly.)
(P.P.P.S. However, it might be a good icebreaker if you sing a few Phil Collins songs to start off with. That's hubby's favorite singer)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I lie to Hubs on a daily basis. Not about anything important, of course.
There's a lot of "Sure, that sounds great!" and "No, I'm not mad" and "It's fine, I'll do it myself"'s, but every once in awhile things get a little interesting and I'm forced to use a very small part of my brain in order to come up with some half-baked scheme that doesn't even sound true in my head.
I'm not exactly sure WHY I do it, because I put very little effort into it, and as a result, he always catches me. Or, nearly always.
HUBS: (coming into the bathroom while I'm in the shower) Hey! Are you using my razor?
HUBS: It's in your hand.
ME: Umm...I ran out of mine.
HUBS: (pulling a brand new pack out of the cupboard) Oh, really?
ME: Damn it.
I'm not sure exactly what possesses me to fib about things that are so inconsequential. I guess I just feel like it's easier than getting into the nitty gritty details of why I did or did not do whatever I'm lying about.
ME: *yawning* Just leave the dishes. I'll dry them in the morning.
HUBS: (skeptically) Right.
ME: I will! First thing.
HUBS: No you won't.
ME: It really makes me upset that you have so little faith in me.
**day passes, Hubs comes home from work**
HUBS: So. The dishes?
ME: Damn it.
I would like to point out, for the record, that Hubs is also guilty of the occasional omission of truth. And his are far less convincing. Mainly because he can't keep a straight face even when he's not lying.
ME: Hey, can you get (some inane item) out of the garage for me?
HUBS: *silence* *crickets*
HUBS: I'm sorry, what? I didn't hear you.
ME: *frown* Yes you did.
HUBS: No, really. I didn't. Did you say something?
ME: *even bigger frown*
HUBS: What did you say about going to the garage?
ME: I thought you didn't hear me.
Obviously, I don't condone lying to your spouse when it comes to IMPORTANT topics, like fidelity, debt, or favorite American Idol contestants, but I will readily admit that I find it very useful to implement the "little white lie" into daily life, especially when dealing with unfortunate flatulence incidents or the occasional forgotten chore.
In fact, I don't even like to call it "lying." I prefer to say "smoothing the marital plane." As in "Are you kidding me? I LOVE watching 'How It's Made' with you! I don't find it mind numbing or useless AT ALL!"
Best. Wife. Ever.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Go to http://www.photobucket.com/
Type in your answer to each question in the search box.
Copy the html and paste for the answer.
Here goes nothin'.
1. What is your relationship status?
2. Who is your celebrity crush? (I have few -- these are probably my fav. 2)
3. Who is your favorite band? (Notice: this says BAND, not artist) Anyone who knows me, knows I can't answer this question with a single answer.....and this is a VERY small sampling of some of my favorite bands.
4. What is your favorite movie?
6. Where do you live?
7. Where do you work?
9. What do you drive?
10. What's your favorite TV show? (OK, well here's my top 3)
11. Describe yourself
12. What's your favorite candy bar?
13. What is your name?
Sunday, February 7, 2010
"I hope you die so I can be the last Golden Girl!"
Oh, that Betty White is such a character.
The Los Angeles Police Department and District Attorney's office are currently arguing over whether or not to press charges against Michael Jackson's doctor, Conrad Murray. If charged, Dr. Murray plans to surrender to police with a plea of not guilty. Yes, Michael Jackson had to know he was killing himself, but his doctor should be held accountable for his actions. He certainly shouldn't be allowed to practice medicine ever again.
The LAPD are currently searching for the individual who stole and crashed Charlie Sheen's car early Friday morning. Charlie received a call from OnStar alerting him to the crash. He told a reporter it was nice to have the police come to his house without having to leave with them. Charlie, I think it's a little too soon to be joking about pulling a knife on your wife.
Brittany Murphy's autopsy results were released to the public on Thursday. The primary causes of death were pneumonia and severe anemia. She also had several legal drugs in her system which could have pushed her body to the brink. The coroner believes she would have lived had she seen a doctor.
Evangeline Lilly may retire from acting when Lost ends this season.
"Acting is something I appreciate, and I think it’s been an amazing experience, but I’m not passionate about acting the way you probably should be to call yourself an actor."
Well, ok then.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Somebody, somewhere, once said that a truly altruistic act can be committed only by an immortal being. The cynic in me finds this absolutely true. And here's why.
Have you ever given money to the poor? Volunteered to read to the elderly? Helped out in a child's classroom? Waved someone ahead of you in line? Given your loved one the last cookie/pizza slice/piece of gum? Sure you have, unless you're a total jackass. Nice things to do, right? Selfless, even? Wrong.
Altruism is a complete fallacy, because doing nice things for other people, even if you get no monetary or tangible reward, makes you feel good. And that's not altruism. That's human nature.
The worst part about the whole altruism sham is that it's one of those things people need to tell themselves in order to sleep at night. "Oh, I'm not such a bad person! I did all these wonderful things for other people today!"
Yeah. Uhm, you can still be a bad person with a tendency towards generosity. If you sleep with your friend's spouse, but you put a quarter in the Salvation Army bucket, I don't think you can call it even. Sorry.
And if you're doing nice things out of guilt over other actions, once again, it's not altruism. It's covering your ass in case God is watching.
I think the closest form of altruism exists between parent and child, but even that is stretching it, because taking good care of your kid is, frankly, the least you can do for bringing them into this world and also: something you do so you don't feel like a jerk for being a bad parent.
Don't blame yourself. There's nothing you can do about the lack of true altruism in the world. And really, who cares? Do nice things, feel good, everyone's happy. Or do bad things, then do nice things to cover up. Either way.
But just don't try and call it altruism. Because unless you're some weirdo that feels like crap when they help people, there IS something in it for you.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
A girl on the playground noticed it and alerted the principal and the schools resource officer. They in turn brought him home and have placed him on a 4 day suspension.
I've always maintained that he has been my most difficult child, but I never thought I would have to worry about him brandishing weapons.
Suffice it to say, I don't have a lot to say. I'm upset, frustrated, angry, embarrassed and just want to beat my head against a wall.
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