A Tasty Treat

For those of you who are still not watching, Glee, I give you a preview of tonight’s episode.

Gah! Finn’s spastic dancing and Kurt’s lady-fabulousity and Artie’s popping wheelchair wheelies and Random Football Player #2’s breakdancing! If I could, I’d marry this show. Unfortunately it’s not legal to marry television shows in this country, but just you wait, Congress! I will prevail! Equality for all!

I guess until then, I’ll have to be content with making out with my television when no one is looking.

What?! What did I say?

For the love of all things good and holy WATCH. THIS. SHOW. 9/8 Central on Fox. Please.

Because if this gets cancelled or something because not enough viewers are into a musical dark comedy that routinely does songs by Bon Jovi or Journey (or Rhianna or Beyonce or Queen), then I will lose my shit. Totally.

Single Ladies (Remixed)

I know, once again I’m behind the curve on this one, but my brain is totally on a high because GLEE is tonight (Are you watching yet? I will not stop bugging you until you are? Seriously, I’ll just keep bringing it up over and over again. In fact, I may even start recapping episodes, so you cannot escape the Glee-tastic fun. So you may as well watch it. I’m just saying.) and this little remix gave me the happy’s this morning. Best part is at minute 2:02….

(Via the one with impeccable taste, @Maggie)

A List of Sorts

Things I’m In Love With Today:

Love Mash Up

(clockwise from top left)

1. Puppies, especially ones that I get to play with and then leave behind for their owners to deal with late at night.

2. The rock-chalk chant! Go Jayhawks!

3. Old irish guys playing jigs in nifty caps.

4. Breakdancing in subway cars (amazing shot via NYC + KC)

5. Frye Boots

6. Glee!!! If you’ve never seen this show (blasphemy!), you must click here or here or here…and trust, you’ll love too.

7. Autumn colors and orange decorations.

8. Family-style football games, including Grandpa’s and Uncle’s coaching, and one unruly ballerina.

9. Small treasures. Rocks and flowers and grubby little hands.

One to Remember

On Friday, Lucy and I walked to her school, where she picked me a few weeds flowers for my desk, which I put in a plastic cup. Then Trent, always the overachiever, had these delivered to my office….

Guess what just showed up at my office?!

…and I squealed and smiled and grinned and giggled like I was turning seventeen, instead of twenty-seven.

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That evening, I was lucky enough to have a certain friend who refused to let my birthday slip by without celebrating in the company of the loveliest girls on the planet.

My Birthday Dinner

Girls who cannot only look gorgeous, but also indulge the crazy in me….

Crazy Girlies

…and make me drink disgusting shots until I whine, cry and make sad faces….

I always look so confused...

…and who still act like they know me, even after I drop an entire beer on the floor of a bar….

Breakdancing

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Then, after a day of rest and visits to the petting zoo with some wonderful friends and their kids…a surprise afternoon at an amusement park….

9/20/09

…where I screamed my head off on a patriotic-themed roller coaster (Trent dared me to scream Ooooobbbbaaaaammmmaaaa on the way down, but instead I just stuck with the high-pitched wailing that I’d been doing all day), totally beat Trent at a shooting game where I ended up winning a life-sized yellow monkey, Trent won an acoustic guitar (I know, WTF?) and then we had a caricature done with our prizes….

A girl, a boy, a giant yellow monkey and a guitar.

Guys, I’m pretty at twenty-seven. For reals.

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Thank you to everyone for making my day(s) ah-may-zing. I love you all! And you too! And you, who left me a message with my own personal song! And you, who read me a poem on my voicemail! And you, who sent me an ecard saying I was less crazy than Michael Jackson! Even if it’s totally not true.

More Music Friday – The sun is up, the sky is blue

This week the big music news was that the Beatles entire catalogue was re-released, totally digitally remastered. I remember back in the mid-nineties, when they released the Beatles Anthology, and I begged for it as a Christmas gift. My dad would always laugh at me, saying my music taste was a bit strange for a ten-year-old, but on Christmas Day, I found the first discs of the Anthology under the tree, and spent hours listening and reading all the liner notes. I would tell my dad I was just trying to understand the music of “his day,” but he’d just scoff and say he already had two kids, a wife and a mortgage by the time the Beatles got famous. Then I’d tell the old man that he was losing it and should probably have some prune juice with that side of sarcasm. We have a special bond, my pops and I.

I haven’t yet purchased any of the tunes in the new set, but I probably will at some point. I listened to All Songs Considered this week, and they played the old tracks next to the new ones, and the difference really is incredible. None of that crackling background fuzz here, just full clarity and amazing harmonies. I actually got chills.

I can’t write today’s post without noticing the date. I’ve written 9/11 tributes and stories here before, but today I figured I’d just post my personal favorite Beatles song. It’s from The White Album and was released in 1968. For some reason, when I hear this song, it evokes an emotional response that ranges from happy to sad to depressed to joyful to hopeful, which is how I usually feel on 9/11. Watching all the stories and reading touching tributes online, I hear this song in the background. Whispering. Giving me permission to remember the sad, but move on with hope for good things to come.

“Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won’t you let me see you smile?”

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