I had my gall bladder removed a few years ago. It was the first hospitalization I had ever personally had - and I was in my 40s. So, I thought that was pretty good.
The pain that led me to the doctor, which led me to the ER, which led to the x-ray and ultrasound and finally led to surgery was pretty bad.
I would have done it all again instead of the millisecond of a burn I sustained on my right thumb earlier this week.
I was getting a pan out of the oven and the oven towel slipped and for the most fraction of a second, my thumb made contact with a VERY hot pan.
But, I did not curse. I thought of curse words, but they did not come out.
And then... the pain.
Oh. The. Pain.
How could something that was such a short time inflict something that hurt so bad!?
So, I slammed it into a glass of ice water and the maternal unit told me I need to rub butter on it.
Then, I had a butter finger! Ha! Get it? OOOhh. I know. I'm too much.
Seriously, then I shoved it back in to the ice water and spent the next HOUR biting my lips and talking myself out of driving to the ER in order to have my thumb amputated, which I can assure you would NOT have hurt nearly as bad.
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Grammy ReWind 2011
I am officially an old person. I know this because I just sat through the entire 2011 Grammy show and wished for the days when the weirdest artist out there was Alannis Morrisette. An artist who I really like… but weird in her time.
I am also old because I was looking forward the most to Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger and Barbra Streisand. So… having issued that disclaimer, here are my thoughts on this rather lackluster evening:
Red Carpet:
I made the mistake of turning the channel just in time to see Lady Gaga being unloaded onto the shoulders of male models with nice pecs. Gaga is in an egg. An. Egg. She cannot be bothered to be interviewed because she is incubating.
Maybe the correct term should be incubus.
I stopped listening to this nonsense when I heard the words womb and dilating in reference to Gaga’s departure from said egg onstage. We must all wait patiently for what will be the great birthing of this legend…. Blah, blah, blah. We learn this is not entirely true as it appears that Gaga is clothed in black in said opaque egg and her emergence onstage is in something yellow. At some point G has left the birthing canal for a costume change. Now I just feel cheated. Okay, I don’t really feel cheated at all.
Oh look. Rhianna. Wearing a mesh dress of white Christmas garland. That’s a little past the season. Unless my friend Brent still has his Christmas décor up… then she is fine.
Look who else… Eva Longoria and Kim Kardashian(sp?) Because when I think of music awards, I immediately think of Eva and Kim. Riiiiight. Kim’s dress had to be refitted today because it did not fit over her booty.
Thanks for sharing Kim.
Let’s get to the show, shall we?
The opening performance is a tribute to Aretha Franklin featuring Yolanda Adams, Jennifer Hudson, Martina McBride, Christina Aguilera, and Florence Welch. I love the music. I mean, who doesn’t love the soulful music of Aretha Franklin? I think individually these women all have strong pipes and make their own beautiful music. But having them all end on the same song and try to out do each other? Tacky. It was nice until the end.
And then Christina stumbles off her shoes.
Lady Gaga: Raise your hands if you are a fan of “This is Spinal Tap” and are holding your breath and hoping the pod/egg will not open? I see that hand!! I do! I really was wishing for a wonderfully bad timed pod/egg malfunction. But alas. I now get to hear Gaga sing different words to Madonna’s “Express Yourself”.
I say this because as G was singing her song, I was able to sing the lyrics to Express Yourself and it completely fits.
I am worried that I know the words to Express Yourself.
G has some pipes. She’s just so freakin’ weird. I am not saying she can’t sing, I am saying having that kind of ability and then wrapping it up in freakishness isn’t really as creative as it looks. Instead, it looks like you’re trying to hide a lack of talent.
Live and sing free Gaga! Don’t stay in that cocoon of awkwardness any longer.
Justin Biebers: Did I spell his name right? I don’t know. I’ll just refer to him as Beebs from this point on.
Why are there Ninja drummers and Ninja acrobats onstage with the Beebs? Does anyone know? Because when I think of the Grammys… I automatically think of Ninjas. Don’t you?
Oh. Wait. There’s a Will Smith child onstage. This song must have been from the Karate Kid movie. That explains the Ninjas. Kind of. At any rate, the Beebs has talent and moves, and a relationship with Usher, who has now joined the party.
Uh-oh. Usher’s shades went flying. He’s not nearly as cool as he was just a few seconds ago. I can’t remember a time I have seen Usher perform without shades. This may be a Grammy first! They really are doing a good job. But, I don’t get the whole Beebs fever thing.
Then again, I’m not a pre-pubescent girl.
Bob Dylan: A moment I have been waiting for. I’ve seen Dylan in concert a couple of times and he puts on a really good show.
Who are these people? Mumford & Sons? Is that like Sanford and Sons, only different? And then there’s this other band… Avert something? Where is Dylan? I thought it was going to be…
There he is! Bob!! Remember me from Nashville?
Bob? Clear your throat Bob. I’ve been rooting for you here Bob.
Wait just a minute. I sit through two songs PRE-Bob by two bands I don’t know and then Bob comes out and I get a verse and a chorus and three blows on the harmonica? I’m feeling a little cheated again here.
Lady Antebellum: I don’t know a lot about this group because they are a country group… but the one song they do that is so popular is pretty beautiful and I think they harmonize very well… and I know they are generous people.
Cee Lo Green & Gwyneth Paltrow… and a few muppets – Oh My.
Confession time: I actually kinda really love this song.
Let me rephrase. I love the G rated version of this song. I am appalled at the X rated version (because I think it is worse than an R rating) But the G rated version has a great beat and so… there you have it.
Now… Cee Lo is looking a little George Clinton & Funkadelic and I have NO idea why there are muppets on the show… but I get the Gwyneth tie because she did this song when she appeared on Glee. If nothing else, I want Gwyn’s shoes and this is the most colorful event of the night.
Best New Artist Award: Getting ready for the Beebs’ fan base to being shrieking.
BUT NO!!! The award goes to Esperanza Spaulding! No one can believe it. Not even the Beebs can believe it!
Raise your hands if you know who Esperanza Spaulding is. (Crickets chirping)
I have a feeling Google is going to be overloaded for searches for her, since no one has heard of her. But… you Go Girl!
But… Esperanza apparently plays the upright bass. So, she’s pretty cool in my book.
The Beebs is watching her play upright bass from the audience and he is still in shock. He can’t even spell Esperanza.
Mick Jagger: Well Mick… you still got the moves and the pipes. You go on with your bad self. Classic.
Barbra Streisand: Ahhh… Evergreen. Babs is introduced by Kris Kristofferson who played opposite her in “A Star is Born”, which was the first R-rated movie I ever saw.
Sidenote: my mother took me to see A Star is Born. I think it may have been the first and last movie my mother took me to see. We went because we love music. We were not expecting curse words and nudity.
My mother announced that we were not expecting curse words and nudity to the entire movie audience at the time. I sank into my seat and tried to pretend I didn’t know her.
Back to Babs.
I love this song. It reminds me of the movie. I don’t agree with Babs on any number of political positions… but the sister can sing. AND… her performance actually has a melody and full orchestrations. Take that! Rhianna.
But for the LOVE, Grammy producers! What would make you think a great segueway would be to go from BABS to handing an award to Eminem for RAP? Were you smoking Crack when you put this show together? You go from BABS to a standing ovation to a commercial break you Jack Wagons!
Here’s John Cougar Mellencamp/Cougar/Mellencamp’s illegitimate love child P. Diddy… Diddy… or Sean Combs… or Sean John… or Puff Daddy… or Puff Pastry. Crap. I can’t keep up with this man’s name. And when did he go all GRILL on us? Seriously affecting your speech pattern there Diddy, er, Daddy, er… whatever.
More Rhianna. With Drake. I don’t know who Drake is… and I only know Rhianna because of her hair and her ability to make me want to stuff cotton balls in my ears. Not a fan of Rhianna. Its just the tone of her voice that grates on me. Others like her and that’s fine. I am not a fan of the bedazzled chastity belt she is wearing… but I like the color of her hair.
You know… I liked Empire State of Mind for about the first 150 times I heard it. I’m kinda over it now.
Arcade Fire: I have no idea who this group is… I am just grateful that I don’t suffer from epilepsy. I also don’t know why there are dirt bike riders on stage. Because when I think of the Grammys, I immediately think of dirt bike riders.
And pro football players… because Clay Matthews was there earlier. And I ALWAYS think of Pro Football players when I think of the Grammys.
And… Arcade Fire wins the big prize at the end.
And all the dirt bike riders in America rejoiced.
And I could finally stop watching and do my homework.
I am also old because I was looking forward the most to Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger and Barbra Streisand. So… having issued that disclaimer, here are my thoughts on this rather lackluster evening:
Red Carpet:
I made the mistake of turning the channel just in time to see Lady Gaga being unloaded onto the shoulders of male models with nice pecs. Gaga is in an egg. An. Egg. She cannot be bothered to be interviewed because she is incubating.
Maybe the correct term should be incubus.
I stopped listening to this nonsense when I heard the words womb and dilating in reference to Gaga’s departure from said egg onstage. We must all wait patiently for what will be the great birthing of this legend…. Blah, blah, blah. We learn this is not entirely true as it appears that Gaga is clothed in black in said opaque egg and her emergence onstage is in something yellow. At some point G has left the birthing canal for a costume change. Now I just feel cheated. Okay, I don’t really feel cheated at all.
Oh look. Rhianna. Wearing a mesh dress of white Christmas garland. That’s a little past the season. Unless my friend Brent still has his Christmas décor up… then she is fine.
Look who else… Eva Longoria and Kim Kardashian(sp?) Because when I think of music awards, I immediately think of Eva and Kim. Riiiiight. Kim’s dress had to be refitted today because it did not fit over her booty.
Thanks for sharing Kim.
Let’s get to the show, shall we?
The opening performance is a tribute to Aretha Franklin featuring Yolanda Adams, Jennifer Hudson, Martina McBride, Christina Aguilera, and Florence Welch. I love the music. I mean, who doesn’t love the soulful music of Aretha Franklin? I think individually these women all have strong pipes and make their own beautiful music. But having them all end on the same song and try to out do each other? Tacky. It was nice until the end.
And then Christina stumbles off her shoes.
Lady Gaga: Raise your hands if you are a fan of “This is Spinal Tap” and are holding your breath and hoping the pod/egg will not open? I see that hand!! I do! I really was wishing for a wonderfully bad timed pod/egg malfunction. But alas. I now get to hear Gaga sing different words to Madonna’s “Express Yourself”.
I say this because as G was singing her song, I was able to sing the lyrics to Express Yourself and it completely fits.
I am worried that I know the words to Express Yourself.
G has some pipes. She’s just so freakin’ weird. I am not saying she can’t sing, I am saying having that kind of ability and then wrapping it up in freakishness isn’t really as creative as it looks. Instead, it looks like you’re trying to hide a lack of talent.
Live and sing free Gaga! Don’t stay in that cocoon of awkwardness any longer.
Justin Biebers: Did I spell his name right? I don’t know. I’ll just refer to him as Beebs from this point on.
Why are there Ninja drummers and Ninja acrobats onstage with the Beebs? Does anyone know? Because when I think of the Grammys… I automatically think of Ninjas. Don’t you?
Oh. Wait. There’s a Will Smith child onstage. This song must have been from the Karate Kid movie. That explains the Ninjas. Kind of. At any rate, the Beebs has talent and moves, and a relationship with Usher, who has now joined the party.
Uh-oh. Usher’s shades went flying. He’s not nearly as cool as he was just a few seconds ago. I can’t remember a time I have seen Usher perform without shades. This may be a Grammy first! They really are doing a good job. But, I don’t get the whole Beebs fever thing.
Then again, I’m not a pre-pubescent girl.
Bob Dylan: A moment I have been waiting for. I’ve seen Dylan in concert a couple of times and he puts on a really good show.
Who are these people? Mumford & Sons? Is that like Sanford and Sons, only different? And then there’s this other band… Avert something? Where is Dylan? I thought it was going to be…
There he is! Bob!! Remember me from Nashville?
Bob? Clear your throat Bob. I’ve been rooting for you here Bob.
Wait just a minute. I sit through two songs PRE-Bob by two bands I don’t know and then Bob comes out and I get a verse and a chorus and three blows on the harmonica? I’m feeling a little cheated again here.
Lady Antebellum: I don’t know a lot about this group because they are a country group… but the one song they do that is so popular is pretty beautiful and I think they harmonize very well… and I know they are generous people.
Cee Lo Green & Gwyneth Paltrow… and a few muppets – Oh My.
Confession time: I actually kinda really love this song.
Let me rephrase. I love the G rated version of this song. I am appalled at the X rated version (because I think it is worse than an R rating) But the G rated version has a great beat and so… there you have it.
Now… Cee Lo is looking a little George Clinton & Funkadelic and I have NO idea why there are muppets on the show… but I get the Gwyneth tie because she did this song when she appeared on Glee. If nothing else, I want Gwyn’s shoes and this is the most colorful event of the night.
Best New Artist Award: Getting ready for the Beebs’ fan base to being shrieking.
BUT NO!!! The award goes to Esperanza Spaulding! No one can believe it. Not even the Beebs can believe it!
Raise your hands if you know who Esperanza Spaulding is. (Crickets chirping)
I have a feeling Google is going to be overloaded for searches for her, since no one has heard of her. But… you Go Girl!
But… Esperanza apparently plays the upright bass. So, she’s pretty cool in my book.
The Beebs is watching her play upright bass from the audience and he is still in shock. He can’t even spell Esperanza.
Mick Jagger: Well Mick… you still got the moves and the pipes. You go on with your bad self. Classic.
Barbra Streisand: Ahhh… Evergreen. Babs is introduced by Kris Kristofferson who played opposite her in “A Star is Born”, which was the first R-rated movie I ever saw.
Sidenote: my mother took me to see A Star is Born. I think it may have been the first and last movie my mother took me to see. We went because we love music. We were not expecting curse words and nudity.
My mother announced that we were not expecting curse words and nudity to the entire movie audience at the time. I sank into my seat and tried to pretend I didn’t know her.
Back to Babs.
I love this song. It reminds me of the movie. I don’t agree with Babs on any number of political positions… but the sister can sing. AND… her performance actually has a melody and full orchestrations. Take that! Rhianna.
But for the LOVE, Grammy producers! What would make you think a great segueway would be to go from BABS to handing an award to Eminem for RAP? Were you smoking Crack when you put this show together? You go from BABS to a standing ovation to a commercial break you Jack Wagons!
Here’s John Cougar Mellencamp/Cougar/Mellencamp’s illegitimate love child P. Diddy… Diddy… or Sean Combs… or Sean John… or Puff Daddy… or Puff Pastry. Crap. I can’t keep up with this man’s name. And when did he go all GRILL on us? Seriously affecting your speech pattern there Diddy, er, Daddy, er… whatever.
More Rhianna. With Drake. I don’t know who Drake is… and I only know Rhianna because of her hair and her ability to make me want to stuff cotton balls in my ears. Not a fan of Rhianna. Its just the tone of her voice that grates on me. Others like her and that’s fine. I am not a fan of the bedazzled chastity belt she is wearing… but I like the color of her hair.
You know… I liked Empire State of Mind for about the first 150 times I heard it. I’m kinda over it now.
Arcade Fire: I have no idea who this group is… I am just grateful that I don’t suffer from epilepsy. I also don’t know why there are dirt bike riders on stage. Because when I think of the Grammys, I immediately think of dirt bike riders.
And pro football players… because Clay Matthews was there earlier. And I ALWAYS think of Pro Football players when I think of the Grammys.
And… Arcade Fire wins the big prize at the end.
And all the dirt bike riders in America rejoiced.
And I could finally stop watching and do my homework.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Just Stuff
1. I love Sonic ice. I don't know why I love it, but I do. I think it is because I can munch on it without breaking my teeth. I love Sonic ice so much that sometimes I get an extra large cup of ice that will last me almost through the workday. I may be a little weird.
2. In my perfect dream house, I will have an automatic ice maker. It will make Sonic ice. I may be a little obsessed.
3. I just heard Little Jimmy Dickens sing these words: "May the Bird of Paradise fly up your nose." He turned 90 and had a birthday celebration. He used to come into the Sears store where I worked as a teenager and bought things from me. He is very short. He would have been about 60 years old then. I have just aged myself.
4. I cannot believe I worked at Sears 30 years ago. I may need to cry for a minute.
5. I also worked at the Opryland theme park. I miss Opryland. I really, really do.
6. My boss totally rocked today. Why? Because he had a deposition in Goodlettsville yesterday and I told him about Chef's Market... which is one of the best eating establishments in the middle Tennessee area... and he went there and spent a LOT of money buying a wonderful lemon cake and bringing it into the office. I ate some today after lunch. I promptly fell into a sugar coma and I may never come out of it.
7. I love Hawaii 5-0. The old show was great but the new show is wonderfully written and shot in a great nitty-gritty kind of way. I would move to Hawaii to work on that production team. I would probably move to Hawaii for other reasons too.
8. Item number 7 may interfere with my plans to move to Montana. I have never been to Montana, but I want to live there. The pictures are beautiful.
9. I have never broken a bone in my body. I am now frantically looking for some wood to knock on. I would be happy to live my entire life without breaking a bone in my body.
10. This semester's classes already feel better than the last semester. It has only been a week since I started class, but I don't feel the need to crawl into a cave and cease to exist like I did last semester.
I think ten items is enough for now.
2. In my perfect dream house, I will have an automatic ice maker. It will make Sonic ice. I may be a little obsessed.
3. I just heard Little Jimmy Dickens sing these words: "May the Bird of Paradise fly up your nose." He turned 90 and had a birthday celebration. He used to come into the Sears store where I worked as a teenager and bought things from me. He is very short. He would have been about 60 years old then. I have just aged myself.
4. I cannot believe I worked at Sears 30 years ago. I may need to cry for a minute.
5. I also worked at the Opryland theme park. I miss Opryland. I really, really do.
6. My boss totally rocked today. Why? Because he had a deposition in Goodlettsville yesterday and I told him about Chef's Market... which is one of the best eating establishments in the middle Tennessee area... and he went there and spent a LOT of money buying a wonderful lemon cake and bringing it into the office. I ate some today after lunch. I promptly fell into a sugar coma and I may never come out of it.
7. I love Hawaii 5-0. The old show was great but the new show is wonderfully written and shot in a great nitty-gritty kind of way. I would move to Hawaii to work on that production team. I would probably move to Hawaii for other reasons too.
8. Item number 7 may interfere with my plans to move to Montana. I have never been to Montana, but I want to live there. The pictures are beautiful.
9. I have never broken a bone in my body. I am now frantically looking for some wood to knock on. I would be happy to live my entire life without breaking a bone in my body.
10. This semester's classes already feel better than the last semester. It has only been a week since I started class, but I don't feel the need to crawl into a cave and cease to exist like I did last semester.
I think ten items is enough for now.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Random Thoughts - 5-25-10
I love music from all genres. On my Ipod I have all kinds of music from Hard Rock to Worship music and all areas in between. I have Kevin Spacey crooning Mack the Knife and David Bowie’s Space Oddity. I just finished listening to the soundtrack from the musical Chicago and now I am listening to David Bowie’s Young Americans. This morning I bopped into work with Beyonce. Who knows what I will be listening to in 30 minutes?
When I eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup and there is a little bit of chocolaty goodness stuck to the bottom of the wrapper… I lick that goodness right off the paper. I don’t care who sees me.
My “earthy” self wants to get back to the basics. I want to use paper and glass and not so much plastic. However, plastic is more convenient. My “convenient” self likes plastic. It is a war within me that make little sense. I should stop trying to figure that out now.
I actually like being a college student now. This is diametrically opposed to my college experience the first time around. Not that I didn’t have a good time then… but I was a poor student, because I was not serious about it. I am serious about it now. My grades reflect that. I wish I could afford to go back and have a complete Mulligan with the bad grades still abiding on my transcript. Alas… they are not to be erased. If I win the lottery, I will go back and take those classes over and graduate with a 4.0!!
I don’t buy lottery tickets. Pretty sure that will negate that last sentence I just wrote.
Here’s a conversation I had with my friend Requelle (who has lost all her worldly possessions – and house – in the Great Nashville Flood of 2010) after she was gifted with some money from a group of believers in Florida.
Me: So… they gave you some money? That’s great. Let’s go to a movie!! You can pay.
Req: What part of “homeless” do you not understand?
Me: It’s been all about YOU lately!!
Req: If you had called me yesterday, you could probably have talked me into going to Tahiti (Req had a bad day of insurance people/meetings yesterday)
Me: Tahiti? Nah. Montana!!
Req: The beaches in Tahiti would be great
Me: The cowboys in Montana would be better.
Req: Surf… sun… beach…
Me: Bugs.
Req: Hello!!? Montana! Huge bears up there and you are worried about bugs?
Me: Yeah, but you can see bears coming at you. Its not like you are going to wake up in the middle of the night and say, Oh… a got a bear bite!
Req: You are the most random person.
Me: Yes. Yes I am. I will blog about that now.
When I eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup and there is a little bit of chocolaty goodness stuck to the bottom of the wrapper… I lick that goodness right off the paper. I don’t care who sees me.
My “earthy” self wants to get back to the basics. I want to use paper and glass and not so much plastic. However, plastic is more convenient. My “convenient” self likes plastic. It is a war within me that make little sense. I should stop trying to figure that out now.
I actually like being a college student now. This is diametrically opposed to my college experience the first time around. Not that I didn’t have a good time then… but I was a poor student, because I was not serious about it. I am serious about it now. My grades reflect that. I wish I could afford to go back and have a complete Mulligan with the bad grades still abiding on my transcript. Alas… they are not to be erased. If I win the lottery, I will go back and take those classes over and graduate with a 4.0!!
I don’t buy lottery tickets. Pretty sure that will negate that last sentence I just wrote.
Here’s a conversation I had with my friend Requelle (who has lost all her worldly possessions – and house – in the Great Nashville Flood of 2010) after she was gifted with some money from a group of believers in Florida.
Me: So… they gave you some money? That’s great. Let’s go to a movie!! You can pay.
Req: What part of “homeless” do you not understand?
Me: It’s been all about YOU lately!!
Req: If you had called me yesterday, you could probably have talked me into going to Tahiti (Req had a bad day of insurance people/meetings yesterday)
Me: Tahiti? Nah. Montana!!
Req: The beaches in Tahiti would be great
Me: The cowboys in Montana would be better.
Req: Surf… sun… beach…
Me: Bugs.
Req: Hello!!? Montana! Huge bears up there and you are worried about bugs?
Me: Yeah, but you can see bears coming at you. Its not like you are going to wake up in the middle of the night and say, Oh… a got a bear bite!
Req: You are the most random person.
Me: Yes. Yes I am. I will blog about that now.
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