To those wondering what a meme is, the link below explains it best in plain english. The website touches on the use of a meme for blog use as well as some other explanations.
Feel free to answer and post the questions on your blog, because the best part about a meme is that we learn stuff about each other!
http://thedailymeme.com/what-is-a-meme/
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Nothing much goin' on so...
...since I love reading other people's memes and since I am trying to steer away from a rant, I figured I'd take the plunge and do one of these. Credit goes to "Some Girl" for the meme.
Forty Things
1.ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
From riding a motorcycle with a friend. I am the dumbass who chose to wear shorts while riding.
2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Paint! :-)
3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Not sure since I haven't removed the cover in some time! But I think it's silver and black.
4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?
Almost anything - I LOVE music! Mostly 80s, new and old hip hop, R&B, alternative, reggae, and many many more...
5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
Uhhh, I think it's 5:17 p.m.
6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
A job I can enjoy and a long healthy life.
7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
Not a whole lot, but I do miss my friends and my lifestyle in Trinidad at times.
8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?
Well, it's not a possession, but my family & friends.
9. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
As long as the hair isn't on the guy's back, I don't care what it looks like! Ha ha
10. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
50
11. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?
My hubby's cell. #
12. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?
Exercising. A girl needs her power blocks kick, ya know :-)
13. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Hmmm, this is a tough one. I'd donate the option to charity! While I'm not perfect, I finally learned how to be happy with my looks and body.
14. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I always read other people's MEMEs and didn't have anything that great to post so I borrowed it from Some Girl.
15. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Break the law! Don't even joke about a thing like that ;-)
16. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Jewelry! I can never have enough.
17. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
None. Several of my friends will probably hound me about this again, so listen up if you're reading this - yes, I said none. For the millionth time...
18. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Nope, not that I know of. My mom just happened to like the name.
19. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
Wow, ok. This is more personal than I anticipated...but let's see...About a month ago. Long story...
20. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Not really. I'm working on building up my trust levels.
21. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
HA HA, I have sooo many. But to protect the not so innocent, the ones I can post are B-eye-tch and hole.
I once meant to write "hola" to ask someone a question that I phrased nicely and politely but I mistyped and it read, "Hole, please tell me..."Hence, hole.
22. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Nope. Why would you? Then you'll have to tie the laces when you put them back on! C'mon now, let's leverage the efficiencies...
23. WHO IS YOUR CRUSH?
Hmm, let's see...Fantasy/celebrity: Hugh Jackman, LL Cool J; Reality: My hubby (I know, I know...but it is!)
24. WHAT`S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Coffee! Yum. No wait - Chocolate! Yum. No wait - coffee. Really. Ok, is there a chocolate and coffee mix? Then that's it!
25. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ON A DATE?
I've been married for quite a few years so I'd have to say in the late 90's!
26. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
Black & Purple
27. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
None. They were yanked.
28. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
Who: Our dog, Brutus; What: Sense of security.
29. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Steak, broccoli and red peppers.
30. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
My mom :-)
31. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Smile.
32. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
Redemption Song by none other than Mr. Bob Marley.
33. FAVORITE THING TO HATE:
Self-absorbed morons.
34. FAVORITE DRINK?
Cocktail: Apple Martinis are the bomb!; Beer: Guinness/Killians; Shot: Kamikaze.
35. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN:
Libra...
36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Football (ahem, soccer)
37. HAIR COLOR?
Black (with a gray one showing up. damn!)
38. EYE COLOR?
Brown
39. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
Yes, but only for 2 mins before bed or if I haven't slept much the night before. Typically, it's contact lenses.
40. SIBLINGS?
Nope, I'm an only child. Bring on the jokes...
Forty Things
1.ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
From riding a motorcycle with a friend. I am the dumbass who chose to wear shorts while riding.
2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Paint! :-)
3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Not sure since I haven't removed the cover in some time! But I think it's silver and black.
4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?
Almost anything - I LOVE music! Mostly 80s, new and old hip hop, R&B, alternative, reggae, and many many more...
5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
Uhhh, I think it's 5:17 p.m.
6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
A job I can enjoy and a long healthy life.
7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
Not a whole lot, but I do miss my friends and my lifestyle in Trinidad at times.
8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?
Well, it's not a possession, but my family & friends.
9. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
As long as the hair isn't on the guy's back, I don't care what it looks like! Ha ha
10. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
50
11. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?
My hubby's cell. #
12. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?
Exercising. A girl needs her power blocks kick, ya know :-)
13. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Hmmm, this is a tough one. I'd donate the option to charity! While I'm not perfect, I finally learned how to be happy with my looks and body.
14. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I always read other people's MEMEs and didn't have anything that great to post so I borrowed it from Some Girl.
15. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Break the law! Don't even joke about a thing like that ;-)
16. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Jewelry! I can never have enough.
17. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
None. Several of my friends will probably hound me about this again, so listen up if you're reading this - yes, I said none. For the millionth time...
18. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Nope, not that I know of. My mom just happened to like the name.
19. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
Wow, ok. This is more personal than I anticipated...but let's see...About a month ago. Long story...
20. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Not really. I'm working on building up my trust levels.
21. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
HA HA, I have sooo many. But to protect the not so innocent, the ones I can post are B-eye-tch and hole.
I once meant to write "hola" to ask someone a question that I phrased nicely and politely but I mistyped and it read, "Hole, please tell me..."Hence, hole.
22. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Nope. Why would you? Then you'll have to tie the laces when you put them back on! C'mon now, let's leverage the efficiencies...
23. WHO IS YOUR CRUSH?
Hmm, let's see...Fantasy/celebrity: Hugh Jackman, LL Cool J; Reality: My hubby (I know, I know...but it is!)
24. WHAT`S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Coffee! Yum. No wait - Chocolate! Yum. No wait - coffee. Really. Ok, is there a chocolate and coffee mix? Then that's it!
25. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ON A DATE?
I've been married for quite a few years so I'd have to say in the late 90's!
26. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
Black & Purple
27. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
None. They were yanked.
28. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
Who: Our dog, Brutus; What: Sense of security.
29. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Steak, broccoli and red peppers.
30. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
My mom :-)
31. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Smile.
32. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
Redemption Song by none other than Mr. Bob Marley.
33. FAVORITE THING TO HATE:
Self-absorbed morons.
34. FAVORITE DRINK?
Cocktail: Apple Martinis are the bomb!; Beer: Guinness/Killians; Shot: Kamikaze.
35. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN:
Libra...
36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Football (ahem, soccer)
37. HAIR COLOR?
Black (with a gray one showing up. damn!)
38. EYE COLOR?
Brown
39. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
Yes, but only for 2 mins before bed or if I haven't slept much the night before. Typically, it's contact lenses.
40. SIBLINGS?
Nope, I'm an only child. Bring on the jokes...
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Whore?
Yes, I said, "whore"!
OK, to get to the point - While pondering the work woes that I had (and still have, to some extent), I realized that I have a whole new question to ponder. Am I a whore? Wait! Let me clarify - I don't mean a woman who provides sexual services in exchange for money. I mean someone who does something for someone in the hope that she will get something in return that she wants.
I guess nowadays, "whore" is used as a term of endearment. For e.g. you're such a pizza whore, which means that someone will do anything for a pizza. Well, I wish I were just talking about pizza. See, I realized that I sank to a new level at work by sharing some of my concerns regarding a project with people who had the power to change the direction of the project. Which, by the way, is what I wanted. And, which was against my Project Manager's wishes. So, I acted like it was in their best interest to question some things, which they did, and voila! I got my project direction changed.
So, is that selling some of myself and principles out or is that just being savvy in the workplace? Before you say that's bargaining or negotiating or whatever, one of the key folks who helped me out asked that I help him out in return with dealing with another difficult team member. So, I did because I felt like I owed it to him. However, the sad part is that I thought the team member was right and he was taking advantage of the situation - not a lot, but a little bit.
Ok, so maybe that isn't as bad as I think it is. Can you tell that I'm trying to make myself feel better about my approach and decision?
Another interesting question and observation that struck me this afternoon deals with language and how it changes. With some of my friends, it is acceptable to call someone a whore. I mean, it's not like you can just launch into, Hey whore, lovely day, isn't it? But several of my friends and I joke about people being whores for something they really like, etc. However, when I joked around and called another friend a chocloate whore, she had quite a different reaction. You know the saying, "if looks could kill"? Well, she wanted to kill me, or so it seems.
And I quote, "how the f*ck you gonna call me a whore? When I explained that it was a term of endearment, she said that just because it's acceptable among the common young street folks these days, it didn't mean that it was not an offensive word. She equated it to the *n* word in that although it is used as a form of affection between friends, it is still a highly offensive word. Was it disrespectful to be flattered that she put me in the "young" category while chewing me a new one??
Ok well I apologized and reiterated that I didn't mean to insult her. Anyway, our conversation ended quite awkwardly and we parted ways.
So people, seriously, when and who can I call a whore?? It's not as if I'm going to go around calling people names or anything (well, no more than usual!), but at times I wish there were some rules about when I can use certain terms and not have it taken out of context or received badly, y'know? Sheesh. Can't we all just lighten up and not be so stick-in-the-muddish??
OK, to get to the point - While pondering the work woes that I had (and still have, to some extent), I realized that I have a whole new question to ponder. Am I a whore? Wait! Let me clarify - I don't mean a woman who provides sexual services in exchange for money. I mean someone who does something for someone in the hope that she will get something in return that she wants.
I guess nowadays, "whore" is used as a term of endearment. For e.g. you're such a pizza whore, which means that someone will do anything for a pizza. Well, I wish I were just talking about pizza. See, I realized that I sank to a new level at work by sharing some of my concerns regarding a project with people who had the power to change the direction of the project. Which, by the way, is what I wanted. And, which was against my Project Manager's wishes. So, I acted like it was in their best interest to question some things, which they did, and voila! I got my project direction changed.
So, is that selling some of myself and principles out or is that just being savvy in the workplace? Before you say that's bargaining or negotiating or whatever, one of the key folks who helped me out asked that I help him out in return with dealing with another difficult team member. So, I did because I felt like I owed it to him. However, the sad part is that I thought the team member was right and he was taking advantage of the situation - not a lot, but a little bit.
Ok, so maybe that isn't as bad as I think it is. Can you tell that I'm trying to make myself feel better about my approach and decision?
Another interesting question and observation that struck me this afternoon deals with language and how it changes. With some of my friends, it is acceptable to call someone a whore. I mean, it's not like you can just launch into, Hey whore, lovely day, isn't it? But several of my friends and I joke about people being whores for something they really like, etc. However, when I joked around and called another friend a chocloate whore, she had quite a different reaction. You know the saying, "if looks could kill"? Well, she wanted to kill me, or so it seems.
And I quote, "how the f*ck you gonna call me a whore? When I explained that it was a term of endearment, she said that just because it's acceptable among the common young street folks these days, it didn't mean that it was not an offensive word. She equated it to the *n* word in that although it is used as a form of affection between friends, it is still a highly offensive word. Was it disrespectful to be flattered that she put me in the "young" category while chewing me a new one??
Ok well I apologized and reiterated that I didn't mean to insult her. Anyway, our conversation ended quite awkwardly and we parted ways.
So people, seriously, when and who can I call a whore?? It's not as if I'm going to go around calling people names or anything (well, no more than usual!), but at times I wish there were some rules about when I can use certain terms and not have it taken out of context or received badly, y'know? Sheesh. Can't we all just lighten up and not be so stick-in-the-muddish??
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Work Woes
I like to think of myself as a happy, optimistic, easy going sort of person, among other things. However, from time to time these qualities are replaced (temporarily) by confusion and despair. Well, it's more work related really. But if I feel crappy about work then it tends to trickle into my personal life which is something I try hard to avoid.
Here's the problem. As a consultant, I am still learning the ropes, including how to deal with the politics, at the newest company that I work for. The company is not terrible, but it is very old-fashioned in its management styles and practices. But I digress. That's not the bad part. The bad part is that my manager who is usually a cool guy btw, is light years ahead in his analytical skills, knowledge of the job, and ability to work efficiently than the project manager (equivalent to my manager's level) that I have been assigned to work with on this huge and highly visible project.
This week I've worked about 50+ hours already and today I worked for 11 hours without lunch. Oatmeal and a banana only goes so far. Of course, now I feel like crap. But again, that's not the problem. I like working. It's just that I don't like being caught up in someone else's battles and in the politics of a job. But, yes I know, that's everywhere.
Anyway, my manager and another senior manager tells me today that my deliverable should be compiled and written in a particular manner. They also tell me the rationale for their suggestions. I agree with them. However, the project manager I'm assigned to work with wants things done in a different way. Since he's on the same level that they are, I'm kinda stuck in the middle. So, I do two documents. Yaaa. I'm smart enough to be able to compile two documents in 5 hours that would normally take two days. Hence, no lunch.
So, off I went to share the doc. with the project manager and calmly and logically explain the reason for the approach. Surprise, surprise - my project manager didn't like the one my manager told me to compose. He wants it done differently. Anyway, to skip the oh-so-boring details of my core duties, I compile the other document (which is being reviewed by the project team tomorrow so there's not much editing and re-reading time!). I do as much as I can and late this afternoon my brain cramped up. I couldn't get past one sentence. I knew it was time to stop. So, I got the hell out of there and well, now I'm here...
But before I left, my manager asked how the document wascoming along. I explained the Project manager's request and comments and shows him the document. He says that I should fight the issue but I really don't feel that it's my responsibility to argue over a deliverable with someone I have to work with for the next 6 months. I really wanted to ask him why he couldn't say something if he felt that strongly about it. He must have read my mind. He said that he can't get the project manager to change his approach but as the senior analyst on the project, I have the authority to fight the issue and lead the project team down the right path. Uh huh. Ok. Can I get that in writing?
Besides, it's not like it's a life and death type of decision. However, it really can come back and bite me in the ass if the project approach and scope changes in another phase of the project. I will then have to request Senior Management approval to make changes to the document I wrote today. That kind of request is never viewed favorably. Besides, I'm afraid that it will seem as if I didn't think critically about the business problem to be solved before documenting the strategy.
*Sigh*
I'm tired. I'm tired physically and I'm tired of these battles and turf wars in the workplace. Maybe that's why I change jobs so often. But I know these things will happen wherever I go so I just try to deal. But it sucks.
Help! What should I do? I don't want to be rated poorly on the project but at the same time I have to follow the project manager's direction because, well he is the project manager. Damn!
Why couldn't I be independantly wealthy or be born with a silver spoon in my mouth?? Or is that a gold spoon?? Heck maybe that's why I don't have a spoon - I don't even know what color it should be!
Any thoughts from surfin' visitors, especially anyone who's been in situations like this would be most appreciated!
Keep ya head up - I'm certainly tryin' to...
Here's the problem. As a consultant, I am still learning the ropes, including how to deal with the politics, at the newest company that I work for. The company is not terrible, but it is very old-fashioned in its management styles and practices. But I digress. That's not the bad part. The bad part is that my manager who is usually a cool guy btw, is light years ahead in his analytical skills, knowledge of the job, and ability to work efficiently than the project manager (equivalent to my manager's level) that I have been assigned to work with on this huge and highly visible project.
This week I've worked about 50+ hours already and today I worked for 11 hours without lunch. Oatmeal and a banana only goes so far. Of course, now I feel like crap. But again, that's not the problem. I like working. It's just that I don't like being caught up in someone else's battles and in the politics of a job. But, yes I know, that's everywhere.
Anyway, my manager and another senior manager tells me today that my deliverable should be compiled and written in a particular manner. They also tell me the rationale for their suggestions. I agree with them. However, the project manager I'm assigned to work with wants things done in a different way. Since he's on the same level that they are, I'm kinda stuck in the middle. So, I do two documents. Yaaa. I'm smart enough to be able to compile two documents in 5 hours that would normally take two days. Hence, no lunch.
So, off I went to share the doc. with the project manager and calmly and logically explain the reason for the approach. Surprise, surprise - my project manager didn't like the one my manager told me to compose. He wants it done differently. Anyway, to skip the oh-so-boring details of my core duties, I compile the other document (which is being reviewed by the project team tomorrow so there's not much editing and re-reading time!). I do as much as I can and late this afternoon my brain cramped up. I couldn't get past one sentence. I knew it was time to stop. So, I got the hell out of there and well, now I'm here...
But before I left, my manager asked how the document wascoming along. I explained the Project manager's request and comments and shows him the document. He says that I should fight the issue but I really don't feel that it's my responsibility to argue over a deliverable with someone I have to work with for the next 6 months. I really wanted to ask him why he couldn't say something if he felt that strongly about it. He must have read my mind. He said that he can't get the project manager to change his approach but as the senior analyst on the project, I have the authority to fight the issue and lead the project team down the right path. Uh huh. Ok. Can I get that in writing?
Besides, it's not like it's a life and death type of decision. However, it really can come back and bite me in the ass if the project approach and scope changes in another phase of the project. I will then have to request Senior Management approval to make changes to the document I wrote today. That kind of request is never viewed favorably. Besides, I'm afraid that it will seem as if I didn't think critically about the business problem to be solved before documenting the strategy.
*Sigh*
I'm tired. I'm tired physically and I'm tired of these battles and turf wars in the workplace. Maybe that's why I change jobs so often. But I know these things will happen wherever I go so I just try to deal. But it sucks.
Help! What should I do? I don't want to be rated poorly on the project but at the same time I have to follow the project manager's direction because, well he is the project manager. Damn!
Why couldn't I be independantly wealthy or be born with a silver spoon in my mouth?? Or is that a gold spoon?? Heck maybe that's why I don't have a spoon - I don't even know what color it should be!
Any thoughts from surfin' visitors, especially anyone who's been in situations like this would be most appreciated!
Keep ya head up - I'm certainly tryin' to...
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Hump Day Funnies to keep me going...
Note: This has sound. I love it!
Awimbawe - Hippo and Pooch {:-p
Ha, wait for the pooch - he's the dancer throughout .
Awimbawe - Hippo and Pooch {:-p
Ha, wait for the pooch - he's the dancer throughout .
Monday, July 10, 2006
Tribute - Leather Pants, Mullet Rock, etc.
I'm still laughing at the styles from the concert. Therefore, I have decided to unleash my *ahem* brilliant creativity on the world (really it's just anyone who cares or dares to read this!) in true Al Yankovic style (altho' he does this much better) in between the moments of insanity I suffer at work all day long.
Don't Stop Itchin' - Sung to tune of “Don’t stop believin’ “ by Journey (Tribute to the many leather pants and the inevitable chafing to follow!)
"Just a small time itch…
growing into sensational spurts
I take the liberty of scratching everywhere…
Just a small time itch…
Driving me into a stitch
...
if I have to explain to my doctor one more time…
It goes on and on and on and on…
Strangers staring…down at my private parts
Wondering what’s going on tonight…
Feels like
fire ants
marching through a long fieeeelllddd
Shadows of me scratching in the night…
Rubberneckers
Nosy People
Scared to shake my hand
Not knowing what they'll catch...
{END}
Pour some Desenex on Me! Sung to the tune of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard (Tribute #2 to leather pants and chafing!)
“Chafing like a bomb
baby I can’t get it on
Looking like a tramp
an outdated 80’s rock vamp
Talcum powder, desenex, fungal spray
help me out cause I'm chafin' tonight
Oh, aww! Oh, aww!
Summertime, chafing time
Powder me down
Little miss prissy staring me down
O-awwww!
Grab a box and rip it up
Break the box and pour it out!
pour some Desenex on me
ooh, in the name of relief,
pour some Desenex on me…
come on and cool me down
pour some Desenex on me
I'm hot, sticky and powdery
From my head down to my feet!
{END}
Homage to Joe Elliott's Long Leopard Coat (lead singer for DL for those not in the know!) Sung to the tune of Hysteria by DL:
"Out of style,
And still oh so furry
You can try
But you can’t get away from me…
I’m in fur love
I’m in deep yeah
Oooh ooh why, do you feel so good?
I gotta wear you tonight
No matter how warm it is tonight
Can't give up my fur coat
no matter how long and tiiiight
Hysterical…
Is how I feel
Whenever you’re not near
When you're not near
I despair!
It’s so magical, when you’re here
That’s why I need you,
my leopard coat (background)
I can't believe it
My leopard coat…
Nothing can compare…
{END}
Mullet Rock Chorus - Sung to tune of “Wheels in the sky” by Journey
"Mullets in the wind keep on blowin’
You should really be cut tomorrow…
Mullets in the wind keep on blowin’
But I don’t know how I’ll live without you"
Credits & Acknowledgements
Thanks to the following:
All the guys who thought that the best style for the night was a mullet and leather pants (in 80+ degrees). I am convinced the combination was chosen purely for my amusement!
Joe Elliott for breaking out the full length leopard print fur coat (again, it's 80-degrees dood!). Hey, I like your music but c'mon, it's 2006.
Irish (http://sharkswithlaserbeams.blogspot.com) for helping me create the titles to these hits (or near misses) and for reminding me of the old man boobies. Ugh.
Don't Stop Itchin' - Sung to tune of “Don’t stop believin’ “ by Journey (Tribute to the many leather pants and the inevitable chafing to follow!)
"Just a small time itch…
growing into sensational spurts
I take the liberty of scratching everywhere…
Just a small time itch…
Driving me into a stitch
...
if I have to explain to my doctor one more time…
It goes on and on and on and on…
Strangers staring…down at my private parts
Wondering what’s going on tonight…
Feels like
fire ants
marching through a long fieeeelllddd
Shadows of me scratching in the night…
Rubberneckers
Nosy People
Scared to shake my hand
Not knowing what they'll catch...
{END}
Pour some Desenex on Me! Sung to the tune of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard (Tribute #2 to leather pants and chafing!)
“Chafing like a bomb
baby I can’t get it on
Looking like a tramp
an outdated 80’s rock vamp
Talcum powder, desenex, fungal spray
help me out cause I'm chafin' tonight
Oh, aww! Oh, aww!
Summertime, chafing time
Powder me down
Little miss prissy staring me down
O-awwww!
Grab a box and rip it up
Break the box and pour it out!
pour some Desenex on me
ooh, in the name of relief,
pour some Desenex on me…
come on and cool me down
pour some Desenex on me
I'm hot, sticky and powdery
From my head down to my feet!
{END}
Homage to Joe Elliott's Long Leopard Coat (lead singer for DL for those not in the know!) Sung to the tune of Hysteria by DL:
"Out of style,
And still oh so furry
You can try
But you can’t get away from me…
I’m in fur love
I’m in deep yeah
Oooh ooh why, do you feel so good?
I gotta wear you tonight
No matter how warm it is tonight
Can't give up my fur coat
no matter how long and tiiiight
Hysterical…
Is how I feel
Whenever you’re not near
When you're not near
I despair!
It’s so magical, when you’re here
That’s why I need you,
my leopard coat (background)
I can't believe it
My leopard coat…
Nothing can compare…
{END}
Mullet Rock Chorus - Sung to tune of “Wheels in the sky” by Journey
"Mullets in the wind keep on blowin’
You should really be cut tomorrow…
Mullets in the wind keep on blowin’
But I don’t know how I’ll live without you"
Credits & Acknowledgements
Thanks to the following:
All the guys who thought that the best style for the night was a mullet and leather pants (in 80+ degrees). I am convinced the combination was chosen purely for my amusement!
Joe Elliott for breaking out the full length leopard print fur coat (again, it's 80-degrees dood!). Hey, I like your music but c'mon, it's 2006.
Irish (http://sharkswithlaserbeams.blogspot.com) for helping me create the titles to these hits (or near misses) and for reminding me of the old man boobies. Ugh.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Bored and surfin'...thx to bloggers for links!
Apparently if I were a bra or if I get another tattoo, this is what they should look like! Click the links to see what you would be...
| You Are a Flashy Red Bra! |
 Outgoing, friendly, and fascinating. You're a charmer, with your pick of the men. But you want a man who's as magnetic as you are. You need someone who can keep up with your all night gab fests! |
| You Should Get A Butterfly Tattoo |
 Girly and funky For you, tattoos are a thing of beauty - not toughness |
And, to round it all out with something a little more *ahem* substantial, check out which President you're most like. Thank God I got a JFK and not Dubya!
| You Are Most Like John F. Kennedy |
 You live a fairy tale life that most people envy. And while you may have a few dark secrets, few people know them. |
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Mullet Rock '06 Review
"Pour Some Sugar on Me!"
So, I'm awake now and I have a sore throat and ringing sounds in my ears but I'm happy. The Def Leppard and Journey concert was cool. We danced and sang along with the band (for the songs we knew anyway) and rocked out to many all time faves. It was worth the time spent sitting in traffic to get to the concert pavilion. Hopefully my friend who drove thinks it was worth it and isn't pissed off that she offered to drive.
Anyway, there were definitely quite a few memorable moments that will emerge in the memory banks whenever I hear a def leppard or journey song now:
1 - The oh so drunk chick in the sombrero-like straw hat next to me that spilled beer down my leg like every other song and who almost fell face first into the seats infront of us had it not been for her boyfriend or husband or whatever who had to keep grabbing her upright by her pants loop.
He apologized profusely to me every time she almost fell on me, slammed the back of the seat on my leg, grabbed my thigh to steady herself, etc. While the painful seat slamming was annoying, she was quite entertaining at times with her erratic rhythmless dancing that I attributed to the ginormous cans of beer she was guzzling. I'm pretty sure she is seriously hung over and possibly bruised today.
2 - The sight of old rock stars who think they're in the same shape as they were 20 years ago! Come on people. I paid to hear you perform your songs, not flash me with some old man boobies! Ugh. Put a damn shirt on and play the freakin' song.
3 - Mullets, mullets, and more mullets in leather pants. Ok, so while two memorable mullets were wigs, there were some real mullets among the bunch. There were numerous blond mullets, two black mullets and a striped pink and blond and maybe blue mullet. Get out of 80s people and heck, at least move up to the 90s or something.
And guys, really? Leather pants is what you choose to wear in 80 degree weather? Seriously! Seriously? I'm sure chafing is an issue today.
4 - Traffic to Nissan Pavilion! I mean, come on. The coordinators know there's a concert going on so what do they do? Nothing. Yeah, I know traffic typically sucks in No. Va but damn. Also, why were there a million "pavilion parking pointers" standing five feet from each other in a line wearing bright ass pavilion orange shirts directing you towards parking as if you couldn't see the line of cars parking, and not one freakin' orange shirt pavilion pointer in sight when we were trying to leave the parking lot?! Oh wait, I forgot, we saw five on our way out of the lot right at the exit after sitting in the parking lot for like an hour without moving an inch.
5 - Last, but certainly not least, is a note and not a rant. I'll remember an evening hanging out with a cool friend, people watching and listenin' to some good 80s music. Rock on. :-)
So, I'm awake now and I have a sore throat and ringing sounds in my ears but I'm happy. The Def Leppard and Journey concert was cool. We danced and sang along with the band (for the songs we knew anyway) and rocked out to many all time faves. It was worth the time spent sitting in traffic to get to the concert pavilion. Hopefully my friend who drove thinks it was worth it and isn't pissed off that she offered to drive.
Anyway, there were definitely quite a few memorable moments that will emerge in the memory banks whenever I hear a def leppard or journey song now:
1 - The oh so drunk chick in the sombrero-like straw hat next to me that spilled beer down my leg like every other song and who almost fell face first into the seats infront of us had it not been for her boyfriend or husband or whatever who had to keep grabbing her upright by her pants loop.
He apologized profusely to me every time she almost fell on me, slammed the back of the seat on my leg, grabbed my thigh to steady herself, etc. While the painful seat slamming was annoying, she was quite entertaining at times with her erratic rhythmless dancing that I attributed to the ginormous cans of beer she was guzzling. I'm pretty sure she is seriously hung over and possibly bruised today.
2 - The sight of old rock stars who think they're in the same shape as they were 20 years ago! Come on people. I paid to hear you perform your songs, not flash me with some old man boobies! Ugh. Put a damn shirt on and play the freakin' song.
3 - Mullets, mullets, and more mullets in leather pants. Ok, so while two memorable mullets were wigs, there were some real mullets among the bunch. There were numerous blond mullets, two black mullets and a striped pink and blond and maybe blue mullet. Get out of 80s people and heck, at least move up to the 90s or something.
And guys, really? Leather pants is what you choose to wear in 80 degree weather? Seriously! Seriously? I'm sure chafing is an issue today.
4 - Traffic to Nissan Pavilion! I mean, come on. The coordinators know there's a concert going on so what do they do? Nothing. Yeah, I know traffic typically sucks in No. Va but damn. Also, why were there a million "pavilion parking pointers" standing five feet from each other in a line wearing bright ass pavilion orange shirts directing you towards parking as if you couldn't see the line of cars parking, and not one freakin' orange shirt pavilion pointer in sight when we were trying to leave the parking lot?! Oh wait, I forgot, we saw five on our way out of the lot right at the exit after sitting in the parking lot for like an hour without moving an inch.
5 - Last, but certainly not least, is a note and not a rant. I'll remember an evening hanging out with a cool friend, people watching and listenin' to some good 80s music. Rock on. :-)
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