Sunday's Song: Grammy Thoughts Edition

*disclaimer: this is most likely going to "spoil" a couple of the awards for you, namely Album of the Year. So don't read if you haven't watched and want to. That is all.

Most of these are either random thoughts I had while watching, or texts I sent to Anthony...

Lady Gaga and Elton John...I heart you.

Pink eyed green peas!

Dear Taylor Swift: Please stop looking so shocked when you win.

(however it was a nice and coherent speech. Props for that)

Simon Baker makes up for it though. Yummy.

(I still like you better though. No worries :)

Nice crotch hold, Beyonce.

Oooh, Seal!

Holy shit P!nk! Ok, that's pretty stinkin impressive. Pretty sure I could never sing while I was doing that!
I'm kind of terrified she's going to electrocute herself with the mic and the water...
I've always loved her...now even more.

Why have I never heard of anyone in the best new artist category?! Do I live under a rock or what?

I gotta admit. I'm kinda digging the Black Eyed Peas. Hey, new workout music!
But what in the world are the dancing robot things? Or dancing...stereo speakers?!

Ewwww, Jonas Brothers.
And I can hear a fangirl screaming in the background. At the Grammys. Klassy.

Dang. Serious competition for Best Rock Album.

I remember thinking Chris O'Donnell was soooo cute when I was a teenager.

I can't tell if Taylor is really off key as much as she sounds or if she's just being a whiny teenager. My money's on pitch problems though.
(and I think she's cute and a good songwriter. She just...doesn't do well live. When she sings. Speaking she's good.)

Maybe I'm just callous, but I'm SO.TIRED. of hearing about MJ.

Ahhh, Bon Jovi. That's the way it's sung. I've gotten used to the rock band version and I almost forgot. :)

Placido Domingo and Mos Def...wow. Lots of funny phrases are trying to create themselves in my head. I must restrain myself.

Wait...I'm on a Boat is a song besides the SNL version?!

What an ADORABLE child! I also like his speech the best. "do you wanna say anything?"
"No Thanks!"

Wow. Andrea Bocceli...Mary J Blige...David Forrester...wow.

I'm so glad they're plugging music education. Do you think maybe that means that maybe I'll be able to start teaching again?!?!?!?!?!?!? It would require music teaching positions to be OPEN...

Quentin Tarantino are you fo'real?!

Ok, with all the other nominees for Album of the Year...I don't agree at all that TS won it. Are ya kidding me?!

All in all, a fun show.

Dear Facebook Friend(s) (part 2)

I know you are excited about the birth of your first child, and understandably so.

And it has been fun to watch your belly grow, see the ultrasound pictures, and read on your status updates how you are going to be induced today! I have, in fact, been looking forward to seeing cute red wrinkly pictures of your little man.

But really? Do you HAVE to update at each CENTIMETER today? I presume the people who want to know that (ie your husband and mother) are already at the hospital with you. I'd really prefer not to have quite that much information. Hence the text I sent to dear boyfriend earlier:

"Oh geez. I don't need to know how many freaking centimeters you are dialated, keep that shit outta your facebook stat!"

Last count you were 8. Could you please not get on facebook again until your sweet baby boy is here? I promise I'll comment on the pics even if I think he's not so cute.

Thanks much,

your kinda-friend from college who'd rather not know all the gory details
Lora

*crawls out from under rock*
*blinks*
*rubs eyes*

Well, hello blog world! It has been forever since I've updated. In the time I've been gone I have

• attended my 10 year high school class reunion (and poor Anthony was subjected to a weekend with the folks...but he survived)
• babysat some adorable kiddos
• completed one part of a c-r-a-z-y deadline, with 2 more to go within a few hours...one of which I still have NO materials for!
• randomly had a visit from my sister...
• and once in awhile slept in a bed or had a meal

Seriously, it's been crazy at my house the last few weeks. I promise I'm still reading blogs when I can...but I'm awful at posting comments, I have awards that I need to accept and pass on, and I haven't posted a blog of my own in a very.long.time.

I'll leave you (for now!) with this gem.

So I'm sitting on the couch Wednesday night, watching tv. Mind you, this is probably the first time in a week the tv has been on longer than an hour. I'm watching, chugging along on my laptop with some work and I reach up to brush the hair off my shoulde...

It's not a hair.

It's a spider.

A big 'un.

Amazingly, my hand continued the sweeping motion and he fell to the floor (I know it was a he. What female do you know that would hop up on a fellow sister's shoulder without a little warning?!) It was only after he was safely off me that I began to worry. I stared at him, silent and wondering...

What if I get up to get a tissue and he moves and I can't find him and then he crawls upstairs and gets on me when I'm in bed and OH MY GOSH he's gonna crawl in my mouth.

And Emi is no help.

I finally have the presence of mind to remember a little piece of heaven sitting right next to me...

A box of Kleenex. (Puffs, actually, but who's counting?)

And triumphantly I carried him to his watery grave in the half-bath off the living room.

I want to go on record to say that never once did I make a sound throughout this whole ordeal. That's impressive, no? However, I immediately sent Anthony the following text:

Spider. On. My. Shoulder. Huge. Scared. Me. To. Death. Holy. Shit.

I still feel creepy crawly.

Another text I sent Anthony this week:

"The redneck comedy tour bus just cute me off in traffic. I can't even be mad, I was laughing so hard."

Really? Must they have their own tour? At least I know what bus NOT to get on now.

*crawls back under rock*
but promises to be back within 48 hours. Really.