A few weeks ago Kiki called me & said that she & our other sister were making each other CD's full of the worst songs ever as a joke. She needed suggestions & then asked what's on my ipod! To her most of my 80's stuff would be awesomely bad. Any hairband would be awesomely bad too. This morning while running I was flipping thru shuffle & realized just how many TRULY awful songs I own that NO ONE should admit to liking a single beat of let alone actually downloading & syncing. Here's some of my very worst.
I'll be brave...
Ring My Bell- you know that disco song from the 70's by the chick that can't sing?
Dance Hall Days by wang Chung. Why do I have this, I hate it!
Easy Lover by Phil Collins & Phillip Bailey. You know, back when Phil Collins looked like a greasy little rodent before he married the younger chick that helped him find soap, a stylist & a good haircut?
He Said, She Said by Ashley Tisdale. I like the chorus too much. Not enough to justify the three versions of it that I own though.
Hey Nineteen by Steeley Dan because it reminds me of the Solid Gold Dancers.
Come Clean by Hilary Duff. I think I saw the video so many times on the Disney Channel a few years ago that they actually convinced me that it was a real song.
I Hate U by Prince- the extended extra dirty mix.
I Wanna Be Bad by Willa Ford who dated the Backstreet Boy that beat Paris Hilton's face in. Yeah, her.
Michael McDonald's Ya Mo Be There because, well, I'm not sure.
We Don't Need Another Hero by Tina Turner. I'm not sure where this came from.
Then there's the batch of 80's girl groups that made club tunes. Expose, Sweet Sensation & The Cover Girls. I think I have every song ever made by all of them.
My sister would add Cutting Crews I Just Died In Your Arms Tonite to this list. I'll add that song, but the version by Jay-Z.
**Shudders**
Okay, I was brave, now it's your turn. Tell me some of the embarrassing stuff on your ipod!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
In Three Days
Every week Alicia posts a new blogging topic and this weeks' just so happens to be...Vacations.
Could the timing be better considering we leave in three days for the beach? This year I'm feeling extra grateful that we're even going. Jobs have changed, the downstairs of my house was just completely redone from floor to ceiling & well gas prices are insane. Not to mention the cost of raising three divas that KNOW they are princesses.
Vacations were all but impossible during the back-to-back baby years. Even if offered I don't think I would have wanted to drive 4 hours with two babies born 11 months apart AND a toddler just to sit in sweltering heat & push a double stroller on the boardwalk. I think that might have been a bit hellish. In those days breaks were essential to everyday life & everyday bits of normalcy were essential to sanity. I'd stash myself away in the bathroom to read a book. I'd put the kids to bed & drag myself out onto the porch apple martini in hand to just breathe in the night air. I'd stay up extra late because it was the only time when I could hear myself think. Silence was golden and alone time was far more valuable than sleep.
Fastforward a few years and here we are. I still have three little girls but excursions and vacations are more than a head trip again! The beach is my favorite place on earth. Nothing feels TOO bad as long as sand is between my toes
I love taking the kids out early and letting them be the first ones to make footprints, trace sand hearts and attempt to build castles.
The fact that the water bubbles and gets all "fizzy" never gets old either.
My favorite part? Running alone on the boardwalk at 6am. Crazy huh? Seriously though, I love being OUT at such an early hour and being surrounded by other work out nuts. I love that with the sun still rising there is a weird blue cast over the water that only shows in photos at this time of day.
So in three days we'll be packing everyone up, anticipating making more memories like this one from last year:
Could the timing be better considering we leave in three days for the beach? This year I'm feeling extra grateful that we're even going. Jobs have changed, the downstairs of my house was just completely redone from floor to ceiling & well gas prices are insane. Not to mention the cost of raising three divas that KNOW they are princesses.
Vacations were all but impossible during the back-to-back baby years. Even if offered I don't think I would have wanted to drive 4 hours with two babies born 11 months apart AND a toddler just to sit in sweltering heat & push a double stroller on the boardwalk. I think that might have been a bit hellish. In those days breaks were essential to everyday life & everyday bits of normalcy were essential to sanity. I'd stash myself away in the bathroom to read a book. I'd put the kids to bed & drag myself out onto the porch apple martini in hand to just breathe in the night air. I'd stay up extra late because it was the only time when I could hear myself think. Silence was golden and alone time was far more valuable than sleep.
Fastforward a few years and here we are. I still have three little girls but excursions and vacations are more than a head trip again! The beach is my favorite place on earth. Nothing feels TOO bad as long as sand is between my toes
I love taking the kids out early and letting them be the first ones to make footprints, trace sand hearts and attempt to build castles.
The fact that the water bubbles and gets all "fizzy" never gets old either.
My favorite part? Running alone on the boardwalk at 6am. Crazy huh? Seriously though, I love being OUT at such an early hour and being surrounded by other work out nuts. I love that with the sun still rising there is a weird blue cast over the water that only shows in photos at this time of day.
So in three days we'll be packing everyone up, anticipating making more memories like this one from last year:
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Dumbest Thing I've Ever Done?
So I'm in hell. No really, 2 day migraine with no end in sight. The dining room is up to THREE coats of paint & still not covered enough. The kids fought so bad at 8am yesterday that I actually unplugged tvs & told them the power was out! They were brawling over Spongebob vs. Miley! It was a nice no tv, use your imagination day actually. Anyway, we decided to shorten the beach trip cause 6 days is too godamn many to be stuck together in a hotel room & I went to call to change our reservation. This is where the Tania-is-a-dumbass part starts. Ya ready?
I have the confirmation number. Have the rates. Have the room details. DO NOT HAVE THE HOTEL PHONE NUMBER and I cannot find it online. They've not charged my creditcard a hold fee yet so it wasn't there. I call J and don't want to admit I'm this dumb so the conversation goes..
Me: remember that link to our hotel that I sent you? Wanna bounce it back to me I need the correct hotel number to change the reservation.
Him: I think I have it but just call the main hotel number & they'll connect you to the correct one.
Sure. Except I DON'T KNOW WHAT FREAKIN HOTEL IT IS!
See? Total assclown dumbass!
40 minutes later I was pouring thru phone records, my cell call history until, VOILA', there was the Jersey 609 area code! I shortened our stay and more importantly, I wrote it ALL down.
Now anyway.
I have the confirmation number. Have the rates. Have the room details. DO NOT HAVE THE HOTEL PHONE NUMBER and I cannot find it online. They've not charged my creditcard a hold fee yet so it wasn't there. I call J and don't want to admit I'm this dumb so the conversation goes..
Me: remember that link to our hotel that I sent you? Wanna bounce it back to me I need the correct hotel number to change the reservation.
Him: I think I have it but just call the main hotel number & they'll connect you to the correct one.
Sure. Except I DON'T KNOW WHAT FREAKIN HOTEL IT IS!
See? Total assclown dumbass!
40 minutes later I was pouring thru phone records, my cell call history until, VOILA', there was the Jersey 609 area code! I shortened our stay and more importantly, I wrote it ALL down.
Now anyway.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I Could Write Every Day About Emmy
Seriously. I could make a children's book out of living with her. She's like a cartoon character/teenager stuck in the body of a small girl. She's like a watchdog lately kicking her sisters out of the living room if they have food, telling everyone how to be nice, watching over B like a little mommy. The new thing is that if anyone says any remotely bad words they are informed by Em that they've all but committed a felony. Very matter of factly. The other day something happened & I started to say, "Oh F-F-F" and stopped myself. Emmy says outloud, "We do not say fuck that is a very bad word mom"
Kiki & I were both stunned, amused and then informed Em not to say it either. Like, ever.
This is the frequent Emmy:
Nutsy, happy but with a freakin bizarre sense of sytle. She is following Bridget logic. It's 95 degrees so she wore a hat & gloves all day! B wears her kitty boots when it's dry & sunglasses in the rain. See what I'm contending with here?
Anyway, the other day we were driving & Emmy got mad about something so she decided to piss Maya off. She told Maya that she has a big butt & Maya started to actually cry. I expected her to smack her but the meltdown was shocking. We were on our way to Wendy's & Kiki informed the kids that Maya & B were getting a Frosty but Em was not because she upset Maya.
Well, the drama. She got her kids meal, but no Frosty. She asked where hers was & was reminded that she was not getting one. She refused to eat for a good 5 minutes until I was getting up to "give back" her food. Then I got the glare down for the rest of our time there.
See?
She was furious & I was too far gone to really care much. Instead I was amused & took pictures :)
Kiki & I were both stunned, amused and then informed Em not to say it either. Like, ever.
This is the frequent Emmy:
Nutsy, happy but with a freakin bizarre sense of sytle. She is following Bridget logic. It's 95 degrees so she wore a hat & gloves all day! B wears her kitty boots when it's dry & sunglasses in the rain. See what I'm contending with here?
Anyway, the other day we were driving & Emmy got mad about something so she decided to piss Maya off. She told Maya that she has a big butt & Maya started to actually cry. I expected her to smack her but the meltdown was shocking. We were on our way to Wendy's & Kiki informed the kids that Maya & B were getting a Frosty but Em was not because she upset Maya.
Well, the drama. She got her kids meal, but no Frosty. She asked where hers was & was reminded that she was not getting one. She refused to eat for a good 5 minutes until I was getting up to "give back" her food. Then I got the glare down for the rest of our time there.
See?
She was furious & I was too far gone to really care much. Instead I was amused & took pictures :)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Old World Practices VS. Emmy
So there was a moment the other day between Emmy & J. He said something to her and her response was to stick her tongue out as a joke. He immediately snapped into super serious mode and chastised her for sticking her tongue out. His family is very old world and the old world culture was ingrained in all of them. Apparently sticking your tongue out is thought of as extremely rude. I had no idea but, whatever. I'll roll with that because if a chunk of the population takes serious offense at something then it's better they don't do it. Especially something as silly ultimately as that.
Yesterday we stopped in Walgreens & Em wanted the $3.20 (no lie) 4 pack of pudding. I said no flippin way but DID buy the pudding mix right above it for 40 cents. You get more & it's nearly 3 bucks cheaper. Well she was pissed off and had her arms crossed in front of her and was pouting when not staring holes thru me. Of course stomping was involved. I was highly amused by the over-diva-reaction which only made her madder. B walked out the door of Walgreens and somehow got her foot stuck thru the handle of an empty store back that just so happened to be on the ground. She's walking with the bag attatched to her leg flipping out over the situation and it was hilarious. Maya & I were laughing our heads off. Not Emmy. Nope. Hands folded, eyes rolling, still trying out for STOMP!
We get home & Em is doodling something furiously in her notebook. She rips it out and hands it to me with a smirk.
Yesterday we stopped in Walgreens & Em wanted the $3.20 (no lie) 4 pack of pudding. I said no flippin way but DID buy the pudding mix right above it for 40 cents. You get more & it's nearly 3 bucks cheaper. Well she was pissed off and had her arms crossed in front of her and was pouting when not staring holes thru me. Of course stomping was involved. I was highly amused by the over-diva-reaction which only made her madder. B walked out the door of Walgreens and somehow got her foot stuck thru the handle of an empty store back that just so happened to be on the ground. She's walking with the bag attatched to her leg flipping out over the situation and it was hilarious. Maya & I were laughing our heads off. Not Emmy. Nope. Hands folded, eyes rolling, still trying out for STOMP!
We get home & Em is doodling something furiously in her notebook. She rips it out and hands it to me with a smirk.
Monday, July 7, 2008
And One Time, When I Was Redoing My Living Room...
Oh boy.
You know how timing really is EVERYTHING?
Right, it is.
So today at approximately 3pm J & I drag the couch out the front door & heave it off the front porch. It is basically resting upside down in one of our normal parking spaces. We bagged up ALL the ripped up carpeting & floor padding & put that out there too. I have empty boxes of new flooring stacked on my porch. It is a flippin mess & the hauler was coming at 4pm. Said hauler is running late I found out. Not running late on this lovely July day are the foot police walking the neighborhood looking for, LOOKING for eyesores. Yards should be neat & tidy y'all.
I so shityoumothertruckinnot.
The chick cop was RABID. My neighbor knows her, babysat for her & sat she is a mean bitch, not that I needed that reaffirmed.
Me. Little miss anal about the flowers, things being swept, J having his manshit picked up. Me on the one day where things are less than that.
I almost busted out laughing right in the bitchpatrols face. The friggin irony as I stood there saying, "I have a hauler coming & he's running late..."
She just looked like uh-huh as I offered to SHOW her my mostly completed living room floor with just enough undone to prove it is a brand spankin new endeavor.
Fucking hilarity as I stood on my porch calling J in front of her half laughing on the phone while explaining the situation. Hauler should be here in 45 minutes. If he's not I'm screwed I think, LMAO.
You know how timing really is EVERYTHING?
Right, it is.
So today at approximately 3pm J & I drag the couch out the front door & heave it off the front porch. It is basically resting upside down in one of our normal parking spaces. We bagged up ALL the ripped up carpeting & floor padding & put that out there too. I have empty boxes of new flooring stacked on my porch. It is a flippin mess & the hauler was coming at 4pm. Said hauler is running late I found out. Not running late on this lovely July day are the foot police walking the neighborhood looking for, LOOKING for eyesores. Yards should be neat & tidy y'all.
I so shityoumothertruckinnot.
The chick cop was RABID. My neighbor knows her, babysat for her & sat she is a mean bitch, not that I needed that reaffirmed.
Me. Little miss anal about the flowers, things being swept, J having his manshit picked up. Me on the one day where things are less than that.
I almost busted out laughing right in the bitchpatrols face. The friggin irony as I stood there saying, "I have a hauler coming & he's running late..."
She just looked like uh-huh as I offered to SHOW her my mostly completed living room floor with just enough undone to prove it is a brand spankin new endeavor.
Fucking hilarity as I stood on my porch calling J in front of her half laughing on the phone while explaining the situation. Hauler should be here in 45 minutes. If he's not I'm screwed I think, LMAO.
Friday, July 4, 2008
With A Rebel Yell
Keylogger? Again? I'm not positive but my laptop has been running extremely slow & there was something that kept tripping spybot up yesterday & freezing it. Then last night he saw me & quickly clicked out of a program that looked much like a logger at a distance. Can I be 100 percent sure? No. Do I even care? No. I restored the hardrive because the system CLEARLY had a problem that is now fixed. Otherwise I just don't care because I don't say anything behind anyones back that I wouldn't say to their face.
It's ironic because if he actually spent ANY time with me talking he'd know everything there is to know. Nothing is hidden by any means, he is just to busy selfish to be bothered.
I keep hearing about how uneeded he feels. Well WTF. If you want to be part of the family then stop separating yourself from it then whining about it later.. Act like a 37 year old with a family rather than putting that second. Example, we were going to see fireworks, something that was planned with him. He CHOSE to go and "catch up" with drinking buddies & ended up passed out by 7pm the other night. Needless to say, he did not go & was not part of the family plan. In a way it's fine because I expect it but then to have him come back upset is ridiculous. Get your vices out of your own damn way already.
Oh & I'm a bitch.
No, really? I'm SURE I am at this point. Sure of it. When kindness & intelligence are replaced by booze & slights I'll hate your fucking ass REAL fast.
So this week, he is NOT working. What can make it even more stressful? Home improvements thats what.
I know, I hate you, you hate me so lets rip up some carpeting, lay a new floor, paint the downstairs, etc.
Somebody quick, come & slit my left wrist for me, kay?
I WANT to tackle the project but I don't know HOW we'll get along.
We'll either end up getting along better or someone will be strangled with the measuring tape for real.
It's ironic because if he actually spent ANY time with me talking he'd know everything there is to know. Nothing is hidden by any means, he is just to busy selfish to be bothered.
I keep hearing about how uneeded he feels. Well WTF. If you want to be part of the family then stop separating yourself from it then whining about it later.. Act like a 37 year old with a family rather than putting that second. Example, we were going to see fireworks, something that was planned with him. He CHOSE to go and "catch up" with drinking buddies & ended up passed out by 7pm the other night. Needless to say, he did not go & was not part of the family plan. In a way it's fine because I expect it but then to have him come back upset is ridiculous. Get your vices out of your own damn way already.
Oh & I'm a bitch.
No, really? I'm SURE I am at this point. Sure of it. When kindness & intelligence are replaced by booze & slights I'll hate your fucking ass REAL fast.
So this week, he is NOT working. What can make it even more stressful? Home improvements thats what.
I know, I hate you, you hate me so lets rip up some carpeting, lay a new floor, paint the downstairs, etc.
Somebody quick, come & slit my left wrist for me, kay?
I WANT to tackle the project but I don't know HOW we'll get along.
We'll either end up getting along better or someone will be strangled with the measuring tape for real.
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