Lord I have no idea where this one came from!
Chorus: repeat 2X]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' hand
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us
[Petey Pablo]
Who am I? Petey Pab m*th*rf*ck*r
The first to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what (what?), it's been worth it
I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car!)
Black fifty-four from the front to back
and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here
Big fella's, six fella's
Half of me and Carolina niggaz grown of y'all
Whole plain, Marsian hoe, green county, criminal, damn
Transfer, center rear, brown over here (green over here)
Pass the table, down on the, (?) Eastern (lemme think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Bourgon, Newport, Warrenshell to Kingsville
(make (?) Town) slower, triangle, goldberg
Halafax, Statesville
and all my niggaz doin right behind 'em
While this right here, right here, right here, right here
[Chorus]
[Petey Pablo overlapping Chorus]
Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it
You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all
The radio had put our own on partner song y'all
We used to (rep our city, rep our city!)
Runnin through the school halls
just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off (hah!)
My home, my house, my hood (hah!)
My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggaz that'll die from beginnin
Been wit me even 'fore I been knew the world
Ya bitches parent said it, now I gotcha starin at it
Would-a been the same ol' North Carolina, it's (?)ville
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we scared, would be comin home wit a whole lotta songs
We were bullshittin?
[Chorus]
[Petey Pablo]
Man I had to do it
just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid
(what you think you doin?) What it look like?
Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
and all the little kids in the cape towns
We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nuttin but a P.D. blast
that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (earth) classic
(go for this) What's happenin, platinum
(baby your gonna drop the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya
But I'm about to bring it home
(?) hail these streets and N.C. out the water
Had the feelin there was motherfucker had to real
(call 'em) I told ya!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Now, back to the Boone County Fairgrounds
So, this weekend, I went to (witnessed? attended?) my first pow wow!
Now, I'd otherwise say I went to "a" pow wow, but seeing as how I appear to have been drafted for corn-vending-related non-indebted servitude at the next pow wow this weekend, it seems that this one just past became my "first" rather quickly.
It was pretty cool--I like history, music (drums in particular), learning new things--so there was a lot there I found interesting. It was pretty much like the wikiarticle says above--a dance circle, multiple drum groups that took turns playing, a variety of dancers. Now, I'm told--with a not-insignificant amount of scorn--by my non-caucasian friend that this event was organized by hobbyists, rather than natives, so it was pretty different from the "authentic" kind. [Apparently I'll learn more during my corn adventure next weekend?].
I also got a totally non-authentic, but very pretty, red dress and (sorry ma) a cool anklet. Yep, more "gypsy" foot jewelry for me. I think there's a 12 step program for it somewhere, but I'm in deep avoidance. :)
I did wear sunscreen and tried to stay out of the sun, so as to not repeat my adventure from this past June. I got to sit in caucasian seating (ie, the shade) and upon my arrival promptly got tossed a bar of Irish Spring soap. Very funny ;)
I do have pictures and some sub-par cell phone video, which I'll post if I get the go-ahead.
Now, I'd otherwise say I went to "a" pow wow, but seeing as how I appear to have been drafted for corn-vending-related non-indebted servitude at the next pow wow this weekend, it seems that this one just past became my "first" rather quickly.
It was pretty cool--I like history, music (drums in particular), learning new things--so there was a lot there I found interesting. It was pretty much like the wikiarticle says above--a dance circle, multiple drum groups that took turns playing, a variety of dancers. Now, I'm told--with a not-insignificant amount of scorn--by my non-caucasian friend that this event was organized by hobbyists, rather than natives, so it was pretty different from the "authentic" kind. [Apparently I'll learn more during my corn adventure next weekend?].
I also got a totally non-authentic, but very pretty, red dress and (sorry ma) a cool anklet. Yep, more "gypsy" foot jewelry for me. I think there's a 12 step program for it somewhere, but I'm in deep avoidance. :)
I did wear sunscreen and tried to stay out of the sun, so as to not repeat my adventure from this past June. I got to sit in caucasian seating (ie, the shade) and upon my arrival promptly got tossed a bar of Irish Spring soap. Very funny ;)
I do have pictures and some sub-par cell phone video, which I'll post if I get the go-ahead.
Another of my favorite G.S songs, while I'm on the topic...
The Leaving of Liverpool.
Good music, dancing, and uisghe make for a pretty good evening if you're Irish. Or any other persuasion, for that matter! :)
Good music, dancing, and uisghe make for a pretty good evening if you're Irish. Or any other persuasion, for that matter! :)
SOTD 8/18/08: Tell Me Ma, Gaelic Storm
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes? I knew I liked her for a reason
CHORUS: I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
but that's alright when i go home.
She is handsome, she is prety,
she's the belle of belfast city,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell,
saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
and the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she'll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will
CHORUS: I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
but that's alright when i go home.
She is handsome, she is prety,
she's the belle of belfast city,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell,
saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
and the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she'll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will
Sunday, August 17, 2008
SOTD 8/17/08: Lake Shore Drive; Alliotta, Haynes, and Jeremiah
Audio
There’s a road I’d like to tell you about,
Lives in my hometown.
Lake Shore Drive the road is called,
And it’ll take you up or down.
From Ratz on up to Riches,
Fifteen minutes you can fly.
Pretty blue lights along the way,
Help you ride on by.
And the blue light’s shining with a heavenly grace,
Help you ride on by.
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
It’s starts up north from Hollywood,
Water on the driving side.
Concrete mountains rearing up,
Throwing shadows just about five.
Sometimes you can smell the green,
If your mind is feeling fine.
There ain’t no finer place to be,
Then running Lake Shore Drive.
And there’s no piece of mind or place you see,
Riding on Lake Shore Drive.
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
It’s Friday night and you’re looking clean.
Too early to start the rounds.
A ten-minute drive from the Gold Coast back,
Makes you sure you’re pleasure bound.
And it’s four o’clock in the morning,
And all the people have gone away.
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive,
Tomorrow is another day.
And the sun shines fine in the morning time.
Tomorrow is another day.
(whoo.)
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just snaking on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
There’s a road I’d like to tell you about,
Lives in my hometown.
Lake Shore Drive the road is called,
And it’ll take you up or down.
From Ratz on up to Riches,
Fifteen minutes you can fly.
Pretty blue lights along the way,
Help you ride on by.
And the blue light’s shining with a heavenly grace,
Help you ride on by.
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
It’s starts up north from Hollywood,
Water on the driving side.
Concrete mountains rearing up,
Throwing shadows just about five.
Sometimes you can smell the green,
If your mind is feeling fine.
There ain’t no finer place to be,
Then running Lake Shore Drive.
And there’s no piece of mind or place you see,
Riding on Lake Shore Drive.
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
It’s Friday night and you’re looking clean.
Too early to start the rounds.
A ten-minute drive from the Gold Coast back,
Makes you sure you’re pleasure bound.
And it’s four o’clock in the morning,
And all the people have gone away.
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive,
Tomorrow is another day.
And the sun shines fine in the morning time.
Tomorrow is another day.
(whoo.)
And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just snaking on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
SOTD 8/15/08: Gin and Juice, OAR
The banjo is the best part!
With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky *ss s*it like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you m*ther.... bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse two:
Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this b*tch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b*tch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just
Chorus
Verse three:
Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat *ss j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky *ss s*it like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you m*ther.... bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse two:
Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this b*tch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b*tch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just
Chorus
Verse three:
Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat *ss j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Torturing the Intern: The Final Chapter
Yes, not sure what the validation group will do now that their intern is gone. My money is on "turn on each other like a pack of starving coyotes", but we'll see. One thing that has happened during the intern's tenure--although I don't think because of it--is that I seem to now be an honorary member of said group.
How do I know? The sweet and gentle souls that I had in my car the other day basically said that now that I'm participating in the abuse that's dished out, that the gloves are off. That and the fact that one of them shoulder-checked me at the whiteboard yesterday morning. *Sniff*--I haven't lost my self-respect, I've just gained 8 brothers. It makes me all teary and stuff.
So, the final act of abuse for the intern was a can of silly string. It was fantastic--he looked like he was wearing a ramen noodle hat! The pics I have don't really do it justice--I'll see if I can better ones than mine. Course, I at one point handed my can over so the poor thing could defend himself against wb, only to end up with little globs of silly string totally interwoven into my curly hair.
And yep, Mr. McHenry County Zoo, drybrushing was a much better choice than trying to wash it out. You were right. This time.
How do I know? The sweet and gentle souls that I had in my car the other day basically said that now that I'm participating in the abuse that's dished out, that the gloves are off. That and the fact that one of them shoulder-checked me at the whiteboard yesterday morning. *Sniff*--I haven't lost my self-respect, I've just gained 8 brothers. It makes me all teary and stuff.
So, the final act of abuse for the intern was a can of silly string. It was fantastic--he looked like he was wearing a ramen noodle hat! The pics I have don't really do it justice--I'll see if I can better ones than mine. Course, I at one point handed my can over so the poor thing could defend himself against wb, only to end up with little globs of silly string totally interwoven into my curly hair.
And yep, Mr. McHenry County Zoo, drybrushing was a much better choice than trying to wash it out. You were right. This time.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
We've had 3 college interns at work this summer...
...2 girls and a boy (we'll call the boy JD). This is their last week at HCZ, and while the girls haven't been hazed too badly, JD has not had as much luck...
Or at least his car hasn't. Never let a grown man with a plotter, automotive grade 7-year adhesive vinyl, and a twisted streak near your intern's car. Yeah, that's not photoshop below, it's for true.
I'm not sure the scars will heal by graduation...
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Or at least his car hasn't. Never let a grown man with a plotter, automotive grade 7-year adhesive vinyl, and a twisted streak near your intern's car. Yeah, that's not photoshop below, it's for true.
I'm not sure the scars will heal by graduation...
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The intern himself-- >
SOTD 8/14/08: Dead Puppies, Ogden Edsl
I'd have to agree
Dead puppies,
Dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun,
they dont come,
when you call,
they dont chase squirrels at all,
dead puppies aren't much fun...
My puppy died,
late last fall,
he's still rotting in the hall,
dead puppies aren't much fun, no no no,
mom said puppy's days are through,
she's going to throw him in the stew,
dead puppies aren't much fun..
dead puppies...dead dead dead...
dead puppies aren't much fun....
1 more time for roman rusia!
dead puppies aren't much fun
Dead puppies,
Dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun,
they dont come,
when you call,
they dont chase squirrels at all,
dead puppies aren't much fun...
My puppy died,
late last fall,
he's still rotting in the hall,
dead puppies aren't much fun, no no no,
mom said puppy's days are through,
she's going to throw him in the stew,
dead puppies aren't much fun..
dead puppies...dead dead dead...
dead puppies aren't much fun....
1 more time for roman rusia!
dead puppies aren't much fun
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Yeah, so Wisconsin...
As if it weren't enough--as mon ami and I were sitting there at a Wisconsin dive bar eating individually ketchupped french fries (well, me anyway)--to find a nice blonde girl who was so heartbroken over the Favre thing that she went into histrionics every time she saw "4" on the TV (no Olympics for the Wisconsinites, the horror), we also had the rare oppprtunity to see a young Wisconsinite in his new and tender first years. Doesn't every watering hole in Wisconsin have a 4 or 5 year old child at a bar at 9 o'clock in the evening?
No--mom wasn't picking up food, or bringing the kid over to visit dad at his second job, no. She was playing pool. In her defense, she did get the kid a chair and something to drink (think they stiffed him on the liquor--looked like well to me), while she picked out his new daddy--and there were some fine specimens to choose from too, but still. Even in Wisconsin?
And then, on our way out, we saw him perched on another bar stool in front of the poker machine pushing buttons. While mom cruised the merchandise. Course, really, once you've taught your kid about pool and Schlitz, what's a little video poker, huh?
Did I mention the 6 months pregnant bartender with the pack-a-day habit?
No--mom wasn't picking up food, or bringing the kid over to visit dad at his second job, no. She was playing pool. In her defense, she did get the kid a chair and something to drink (think they stiffed him on the liquor--looked like well to me), while she picked out his new daddy--and there were some fine specimens to choose from too, but still. Even in Wisconsin?
And then, on our way out, we saw him perched on another bar stool in front of the poker machine pushing buttons. While mom cruised the merchandise. Course, really, once you've taught your kid about pool and Schlitz, what's a little video poker, huh?
Did I mention the 6 months pregnant bartender with the pack-a-day habit?
SOTD 8/13/08: South Australia, Flogging Molly/Gaelic Storm
Nil Gaeilge maith agam
In South Australia I was born
Heave away, Haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king
Heave away, Haul away
Haul away oh hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away, Haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
We're bound for South Australia
There's just one thing that's on my mind
Heave away, Haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind
We're bound for South Australia
And as we wallop round Cape Horn
Heave away, Haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born
We're bound for South Australia
In South Australia I was born
Heave away, Haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king
Heave away, Haul away
Haul away oh hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away, Haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
We're bound for South Australia
There's just one thing that's on my mind
Heave away, Haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind
We're bound for South Australia
And as we wallop round Cape Horn
Heave away, Haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born
We're bound for South Australia
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
SOTD 8/12/08: La Mer, Charles Trenet
Ears
La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées
La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon coeur pour la vie
La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées
La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon coeur pour la vie
Guess what they don't have at Taco Bell?
Ketchup*! That poor drive-thru girl, she just didn't know she was suffering (and we were barely containing our laughter) on account of the Woodstock McDonald's.
Yes, yesterday, when wb asked for some ketchup for his cheesy taco thing**, he was roundly ignored by the Taco Bell girl. I think she may have even just closed the window on him, I'm not sure (it was hard to see with my head on the dashboard, laughing). Ok, I'll admit, I think she may have been a little thrown off by his asking how she was when she delivered the standard Taco Bell Greeting Hello over the drive-thru intercom, but still....
...if deep-fried scorn were people, she'd be China.
*what?
**Just the thought of putting ketchup on a taco makes me want to throw up. Srsly. A little bit in my mouth just now.
Yes, yesterday, when wb asked for some ketchup for his cheesy taco thing**, he was roundly ignored by the Taco Bell girl. I think she may have even just closed the window on him, I'm not sure (it was hard to see with my head on the dashboard, laughing). Ok, I'll admit, I think she may have been a little thrown off by his asking how she was when she delivered the standard Taco Bell Greeting Hello over the drive-thru intercom, but still....
...if deep-fried scorn were people, she'd be China.
*what?
**Just the thought of putting ketchup on a taco makes me want to throw up. Srsly. A little bit in my mouth just now.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
SOTD 8/10/08: I'm Holding My Own, Lee Roy Parnell
Audio
You said the only thing harder than saying goodbye
Was saying hello after all this time
But I ran into you with your new love in tow
You say you've worried about me and you want to know how am I getting by
Well thank you I'm holding my own don't you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there's two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
Your new love walked on up while we said goodbye
You took my hand and you caught my eye
Tell me there's a chance for another try
You would love to hear from me some sweet time
I guess you didn't understand
Well thank you I'm holding my own don?t you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there's two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
There's a lesson I learned when a love stays true
If you look long enough you'll find the one who was looking for you
Right now I'm holding my own don't you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there?s two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
Thank you I'm holding my own
You said the only thing harder than saying goodbye
Was saying hello after all this time
But I ran into you with your new love in tow
You say you've worried about me and you want to know how am I getting by
Well thank you I'm holding my own don't you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there's two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
Your new love walked on up while we said goodbye
You took my hand and you caught my eye
Tell me there's a chance for another try
You would love to hear from me some sweet time
I guess you didn't understand
Well thank you I'm holding my own don?t you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there's two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
There's a lesson I learned when a love stays true
If you look long enough you'll find the one who was looking for you
Right now I'm holding my own don't you worry about me no more
It hurt me when you left me alone but there?s two sides to every door
And the life you left behind has led to lives I'd have never known
So thank you I'm holding my own
Thank you I'm holding my own
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Went to a "dry" wedding tonight...
I guess it was for religious practice reasons? Really, they should put that right on the invite, so we Irish Catholics know to bring our flasks. Mine fits nicely in my evening bag for occasions such as this.
Yeah. See the thing is, we should all be able to have a good time without consuming alcohol, it's true. But really, in reality, the execution is much different. I don't need to drink to whoop it up, but I think it's fair to say that most people could use a glass of chablis to get themselves out on the dance floor.
It's a shame for the family, cause it was a beautiful service and reception. And it's wrong to complain, I mean, it's like complaining about someone's yarmulke! It's the home of religious freedom here, don't complain, but still... I think I left to get a drink with my parents' around 815?*
One nice thing, though, was that all the couples got up after the "first dance" to dance themselves....leaving a clear view of everybody there who wasn't part of a couple. Uh huh. ;)
*bartender was cute though, so I got that going for me. Which is nice.
Yeah. See the thing is, we should all be able to have a good time without consuming alcohol, it's true. But really, in reality, the execution is much different. I don't need to drink to whoop it up, but I think it's fair to say that most people could use a glass of chablis to get themselves out on the dance floor.
It's a shame for the family, cause it was a beautiful service and reception. And it's wrong to complain, I mean, it's like complaining about someone's yarmulke! It's the home of religious freedom here, don't complain, but still... I think I left to get a drink with my parents' around 815?*
One nice thing, though, was that all the couples got up after the "first dance" to dance themselves....leaving a clear view of everybody there who wasn't part of a couple. Uh huh. ;)
*bartender was cute though, so I got that going for me. Which is nice.
SOTD 8/9/08: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You, Lauryn Hill
Pretty different from the Frankie Valli version
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: It's OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: It's OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....
SOTD 8/7/08: Jump, Kris Kross
Some of them try to rhyme, but they can't rhyme like this-->
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat
Friday, August 08, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
SOTD 8/6/08: Close To You, The Carpenters
Why do birds
Suddenly appear?
Everytime you are near
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Why do stars
Fall down from the sky?
Everytime you walk by
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
(*) on the day that you were born
The angels got together and decided
To create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
(**) that is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Repeat (*)
Repeat (**)
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Woo... close to you...
Suddenly appear?
Everytime you are near
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Why do stars
Fall down from the sky?
Everytime you walk by
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
(*) on the day that you were born
The angels got together and decided
To create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
(**) that is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Repeat (*)
Repeat (**)
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
Woo... close to you...
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
I got a brief lunch from the McDonald's drive thru today and underwent an experience I have almost every time I *go* through this particular drive thru.
Them: Here's your meal (hands over bag) and your tea
Me: Thanks. Hey, can I have some ketchup too?
Them: What?
Me: Ketchup
Them: Oh, sure
Sometimes we repeat that last step a few times--Ketchup. What? Ketchup. What?
What's my problem, you ask?
It's this:
Fast food server, you've just handed me my food--heck you've probably done this 200 times by this point today and
NOTHING RHYMES WITH KETCHUP!!
You're hanging your *head* out the drive thru window of a fast food restaurant, you've just handed me a bag containing french fries, and nothing. rhymes. with. ketchup.
What do you think I just asked for? Could it really be anything other than ketchup? Could you wait 5 seconds for your ears to get the word ketchup to your brain before you say what**? Does it have to be like this every time?
Srsly.
Just hand over the ketchup
(What?)
Them: Here's your meal (hands over bag) and your tea
Me: Thanks. Hey, can I have some ketchup too?
Them: What?
Me: Ketchup
Them: Oh, sure
Sometimes we repeat that last step a few times--Ketchup. What? Ketchup. What?
What's my problem, you ask?
It's this:
Fast food server, you've just handed me my food--heck you've probably done this 200 times by this point today and
NOTHING RHYMES WITH KETCHUP!!
You're hanging your *head* out the drive thru window of a fast food restaurant, you've just handed me a bag containing french fries, and nothing. rhymes. with. ketchup.
What do you think I just asked for? Could it really be anything other than ketchup? Could you wait 5 seconds for your ears to get the word ketchup to your brain before you say what**? Does it have to be like this every time?
Srsly.
Just hand over the ketchup
(What?)
**
Stop now if you don't want to read about bras.
Well, I figured it was only fair to warn. Underwear is one of my favorite subjects and pastimes, so, really it's no surprise, but...
A couple weeks ago I went to the Renaissance Faire with a girlfriend of mine. Before the event, she and I went looking for something fun to wear whilst hassling the knights and hurling tomatoes at the Vegetable Justice guy.
We went to several places (Torrid, Charlotte Russe, Hot Topic), but finally ended up finding something for her at Frederick's of Hollywood. Not something icky either! It was super cute--a corset, yes, but really cute.
Which bring me to the point of my post. I always thought F of H was a place one would go to get slinky--peut etre even trashy--lingerie (not that there's anything wrong with that), but while I was there I ended up buying some actual, wearable underthings.
Ladies! They actually have attractive/sexy, functional bras that feel good! I had no idea! Why didn't anyone ever tell me this? They've ones that fit (even) me, and what's more, in the size that fits me, all the stuff I want conatained stays contained! And they're cute too--good patterns and styles. Even polka dots!
Much better (albeit harder to get to) than that other underwear store at which I have the white VIP credit card. You know, the one they send you to replace the pink one? After you've spent 6 million dollars.
Anyway. Frederick's of Hollywood. Go. And take me with you.
A couple weeks ago I went to the Renaissance Faire with a girlfriend of mine. Before the event, she and I went looking for something fun to wear whilst hassling the knights and hurling tomatoes at the Vegetable Justice guy.
We went to several places (Torrid, Charlotte Russe, Hot Topic), but finally ended up finding something for her at Frederick's of Hollywood. Not something icky either! It was super cute--a corset, yes, but really cute.
Which bring me to the point of my post. I always thought F of H was a place one would go to get slinky--peut etre even trashy--lingerie (not that there's anything wrong with that), but while I was there I ended up buying some actual, wearable underthings.
Ladies! They actually have attractive/sexy, functional bras that feel good! I had no idea! Why didn't anyone ever tell me this? They've ones that fit (even) me, and what's more, in the size that fits me, all the stuff I want conatained stays contained! And they're cute too--good patterns and styles. Even polka dots!
Much better (albeit harder to get to) than that other underwear store at which I have the white VIP credit card. You know, the one they send you to replace the pink one? After you've spent 6 million dollars.
Anyway. Frederick's of Hollywood. Go. And take me with you.
Monday, August 04, 2008
My college roommate Tim...
Boy, I could start a lot of sentences with that.
...once bought a hamster that ended up having 6 babies the day after he brought it home.
...only ate his bacon if it was just barely warmed and still wiggly.
...did a very good Bob Dylan impression
...was the only one in Grant South who liked Korean Beef from the cafeteria
...used to call me "--edith", since everyone else called me "Mere"
...always wore his "dress" green jeans on dates
...once got peed on by his dorm roomie on the middle of the night while he was lying in his own bed
...always called cigarettes "squares"
and most importantly to this post
...used to call to call the bathroom: The Evacuation Station
You can imagine my laughter, then, when I saw this poster on the wall at HCZ. I *do* like to see my options well marked and posted on the wall in the copy room.
'Case I forget.
...once bought a hamster that ended up having 6 babies the day after he brought it home.
...only ate his bacon if it was just barely warmed and still wiggly.
...did a very good Bob Dylan impression
...was the only one in Grant South who liked Korean Beef from the cafeteria
...used to call me "--edith", since everyone else called me "Mere"
...always wore his "dress" green jeans on dates
...once got peed on by his dorm roomie on the middle of the night while he was lying in his own bed
...always called cigarettes "squares"
and most importantly to this post
...used to call to call the bathroom: The Evacuation Station
You can imagine my laughter, then, when I saw this poster on the wall at HCZ. I *do* like to see my options well marked and posted on the wall in the copy room.
'Case I forget.
How many people do you know with an Atari tattoo?
Myself, I just know one. And she rocks! :)
Mmmm, chocolate martinis. If you're ever in Gurnee near Monkey Dish, I highly recommend trying one. Or 5. But, really, one oughta do it.
Ok, this is the last you'll have to hear about my birthday...
...until December when the half-birthday celebrations begin!
I had a really super fun birthday dinner on Friday in the city! Ate homemade dinner with real plates and actual cloth napkins, sat on the balcony and looked at the Sears Tower (which, although I've lived near it my whole life, is really quite remarkable), got to hold an adorable newborn baby, watched James Bond (Goldeneye specifically), did a better job of sleeping through the night. Very much fun!
Some pics...my adorable birthday cake (which I'm told is Belle?), the Sears Tower (with a 1.3 mp cell phone camera in the dark--forgive), and one of my birthday presents which, although I hate to admit it, is funny cause it's true. I do like a good tiara :).
I had a really super fun birthday dinner on Friday in the city! Ate homemade dinner with real plates and actual cloth napkins, sat on the balcony and looked at the Sears Tower (which, although I've lived near it my whole life, is really quite remarkable), got to hold an adorable newborn baby, watched James Bond (Goldeneye specifically), did a better job of sleeping through the night. Very much fun!
Some pics...my adorable birthday cake (which I'm told is Belle?), the Sears Tower (with a 1.3 mp cell phone camera in the dark--forgive), and one of my birthday presents which, although I hate to admit it, is funny cause it's true. I do like a good tiara :).
SOTD 8/4/08: Real Love, Mary J Blige
Audio
We are lovers true and through and though
we made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really want to put you on
I've been searchin' for someone
To satisfy my every need
Won't you be my inspiration
Be the real love that I need
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
Oooh, when I met you I just knew
That you would take my heart and run
Until you told me how you felt for me
You said I'm not the one
So I slowly came to see
All of the things that you were made of
And now I hope my dreams and inspirations
Lead me to want some real love
I got to have a real love
Loves so true and oh baby
I thought your love was true
I thought you were the answer to
The questions in my mind
But it seems that I was wrong
If I stay strong maybe
I'll find my real love
So I try my best and pray to God
He'll send me someone real
To caress me and to guide me towards
A love my heart can feel
Now I know I can be faithful
I can be your all in all
I'll give you good lovin' through the summertime,
winter, spring, and fall
(x2)
You see I'm searching for a real love
And I don't know where to go
Been around the world and high and low
And still I'll never know
How it feels to have a real love
Cause it seems it's not around
Gotta end it in this way because it
Seems he can't be found
(x2)
We are lovers true and through and though
we made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really want to put you on
I've been searchin' for someone
To satisfy my every need
Won't you be my inspiration
Be the real love that I need
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
Oooh, when I met you I just knew
That you would take my heart and run
Until you told me how you felt for me
You said I'm not the one
So I slowly came to see
All of the things that you were made of
And now I hope my dreams and inspirations
Lead me to want some real love
I got to have a real love
Loves so true and oh baby
I thought your love was true
I thought you were the answer to
The questions in my mind
But it seems that I was wrong
If I stay strong maybe
I'll find my real love
So I try my best and pray to God
He'll send me someone real
To caress me and to guide me towards
A love my heart can feel
Now I know I can be faithful
I can be your all in all
I'll give you good lovin' through the summertime,
winter, spring, and fall
You see I'm searching for a real love
And I don't know where to go
Been around the world and high and low
And still I'll never know
How it feels to have a real love
Cause it seems it's not around
Gotta end it in this way because it
Seems he can't be found
Sunday, August 03, 2008
SOTN 8/3/08: Theme Song to "The Facts of Life"
Audio
You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life.
There’s a time you got to go and show
You’re growin’ now you know about the facts of life,
The facts of life.
When the world never seems to be livin up to your dreams
And suddenly you’re finding out
The facts of life are all about you, you.
It takes a lot to get ‘em right
When you’re learning the facts of life. (learning the facts of life)
Learning the facts of life (learning the facts of life)
Learning the facts of life.
You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life.
There’s a time you got to go and show
You’re growin’ now you know about the facts of life,
The facts of life.
When the world never seems to be livin up to your dreams
And suddenly you’re finding out
The facts of life are all about you, you.
It takes a lot to get ‘em right
When you’re learning the facts of life. (learning the facts of life)
Learning the facts of life (learning the facts of life)
Learning the facts of life.
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