Friday, October 30, 2009

We are compelled to do what we are forbidden.

*Disclaimer* If you do not like teen angst and/or sparkley vampires, please just disregard this entire blog. Tee hee.

Now, I love the entire Twilight series. It could have been written a little bit better, but it still was yummy. Everyone has chosen their sides, Team Edward and Team Jacob. I on the other hand have chosen Team Emmett. I'm still with the vampires, yes, yet I have the big cuddly teddy bear, Rosalie can go to hell and burn there. :) I will say this I am not normally one to fall for the burlesque guy, but for some reason Emmett appeals to my better nature. I'm sure it is because he always has a smile and a joke, and that he is so loving towards Rosalie (who for most of the four books you want to just stake through the heart, Buffy style). Emmett is my man though and I will not change him for anything...
My other HUGE problem with the books is... When did vampires start sparkling? Alright, that's a nice twist on vampires but give me Lestat, Spike, and Damon anyday. I like my vampires bad, night stalkers. I want to be batted around and played with as if they are the cat and I, the mouse. Edward just reminds me of Angel, I liked Angel good, but I loved him as Angelus more. So here is what I say, if you want to make your vampire come out during the day, you've got 2 possible options that make sense. 1) give them a ring that allows for daytime shenanigans (Damon- [Vampire Diaries] has a ring, Angel/Spike- [Buffy] had a ring until Angel destroyed it.) OR 2) Twist the story into plausible holy water doesn't hurt, can't stake them, crosses don't do shit, and the daylight doesn't hurt them. Make it so that every little 'myth' we've heard about vampires, just doesn't work!
So, anyways that ends my rant for tonight. Any other thoughts are allowed! :)
5 Songs stuck in my head:
Supermassive Black Hole- Muse
Better Than Me- Hinder
Decode- Paramore
Total Immortal- AFI
Tears Don't Fall- Bullet For My Valentine

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Ville

I get really tired of people pronouncing the Ville wrong. Call it The Ville, or even L'Ville, but if you call it by it's proper pronounce it as if you've been there at least once. The city has signs like these all over the place, you can buy shirts and hats with this logo, and people still don't realize they pronounce it wrong. When every one says oh you are going back to Louis-ville, I'm like no I'm going back to Looavul and then I explain that you pronounce as if you have a mouthful of marbles while you say it. It justs irks my irkser when people don't pronounce things right. grr.
I am a huge fan of local music, I like being able to go out to a bar, sit down and hear some music that isn't main stream music. I like being able to chill with them between sets and have a couple drinks. I've met the Villebillies with Tuck living next to me for about a year, I've sat around with them as they have just practiced and bullshitted. I've met some awesome people that just come through Wick's or play there every couple of weekends. Um... Benjamin just called and I lost my train of thought... Oh, right. The funny thing is I use to sit up at Wick's before I turned 21 and listen to the bands with a soda in hand. I've made some good friends that way too. Tuck has been trying to get a hold of me every couple of weeks, just to see if I got my phone back on. He was very surprised when it rang and I answered. Phil (he plays at Wick's alot) is a friend of mine of Facebook and can't wait to see my shining face again.
Louisville is one of the prettiest cities I've ever been in. It has the River Front and the skyline at night is gorgeous. It has it's problems like every other city but all the same it has it's history. The Louisville Sluggar Museum and Field, The Belle of Louisville, A place that blows glass, Muhammed Ali street (road, or lane... not sure).
Anyways, I'm so out for the night. I've got a book to finish before Monday and things to do. So y'all have a great night, day or whatever.
5 Songs Stuck in My Head:
Superman- Eminem
One Week- Barenaked Ladies
Strawberry Fields Forever- the Beatles
Whiskey- The Villebillies
Grass Roots- The Villebillies
I must throw a last one in there:
My Old Kentucky Home- Nappy Roots feat. Villebillies and Goodfella
P.S. the Villebillies have been a big name band for a while so you can buy the first and second CD's at Amazon and the likes. Yet if you would like to know what they are about and hear some of their stuff hit them up on Facebook, Myspace and even Twitter OR here

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Happy Fall!

Today has been one of those days. The days were all the good and bad is all mixed in together. The bad side of today was, I didn't get up on time this morning for Patrick and I's daily Facebook Conversation, then I fell off my neice's bunk bed, and then I couldn't text Patrick all day because his texting isn't working! Yet, it's been a good day because I have about a week until I will be back in the Ville, I have had time to clean and time for myself, and also I got to play with Lee Ann (the four year old) in the leaves today! We raked them all together in one HUGE pile and then we jumped in them, threw them at each other, and buried each other.
We made a fun time out of cleaning up the entire yard and making it look less like a trailer park. I wish I had some apple cider and a piece of pumpkin pie. The weather has been beautiful besides the little bit of rain this afternoon and tonight, but today was the perfect day for outdoor fall activities. I am just hoping Halloween is as warm as the last week.
It has been an alright day, So on to trying to sleep and wishing the week would go by faster.
Nite y'all!
5 Songs Stuck in my Head:
Talk Dirty To Me- Poison
Misery Business- Paramore
The Rock Show- Blink 182
Safety Dance- Men Without Hats
Big Green Tractor- Jason Aldean

Love is the slowest form of Suicide...

because his lips are laced with cyanide and Im addicted to his kiss. :)
Now, I am UBER-EXCITED because a week from wednesday I will be sitting at Wick's on Goosecreek, enjoying their $10 all you can eat pizza and beer and waiting for Patrick to come home!
For those of you, who have been through this entire excruciating exile to Elba, do not have pity anymore. I will be home and I will be having a lot more excitement for you all! No, I will not tell you about my 'extra-curricular' activities, but I will tell you about sitting in the bar, work, and what ever else seems to be on my mind and may make you laugh so hard you pee your pants! No more depressing stuff about life, but I am possibly seeing a TMI Thursday or Tuesday (or something) in my very near future.
I just have to make to next week before I explode into a million pieces from excitement! Yay, time for a celebration! No more wishing for sex to take the edge of my day, I'll have it! No more deaing with the Ohio economy... It's sucks. And definantly no more, wonderful breakdowns!! Yay! So, let's throw a party and celebrate!
5 Songs to Celebrate:
Toxic- Britney Spears
Rich, Young, Dumb Nymphomaniac- Chris LeDoux
Paralyzer- Finger Eleven
Hicktown- Jason Aldean
Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen

Friday, October 23, 2009

Please, Mr. Axe Murder....

I didn't mean to kill your tulips, so, please, please, please don't kill me!

So Jaime and I have been playing a lot of the Game of Life lately. It has just been to joyful and 'oh, you are doing well in life'. I know, it's a kids game but what if there were an adult version....
Paths in life-
1) instead of choosing if you want to take the family path or career path, you have to spin a certain number and that tell you which way you must take.
2) Serial Killer path: you spin a 1-5 and you get to escape from his clutches and are safely in the custody of police, if you spin a 6-10, you are now his hostage, and may possibly die.
3)Family or Career: again you spin 1-5, you take the career path, filled with the happiness of hating your job, being fired, quitting, pay raises, promotion, no family, no spouse, and one night stands that you contract untimely diseases. spin 5-10, you jump on the path to family, which is filled with divorce, to many kids, a stay at home spouse, salary cuts (to show that you are not making enough to support your family, yet you still make ends meet), toy purchases, teen daughters, AA classes, etc.
Cars- are old beat up P.O.S.'s until you land on one of 5 spaces, where it will tell you that something untimely causes your car to go caput and you must spend $100,000 (not the real price of a car) to buy a new one, also there are spaces that have things to do with fixing cars (i.e. brakes go pay 10,000 to have them fixed and lose one turn)
Squares along the board-
1) Roof needs repaired on house, pay ....
2) Car catches on fire while on the highway, pay .... in hospitol bills
3) win lottery collect ... , a couple squares down from that, lose money when mugged by hobo, give to the person your right.
4) Go to rehab for Meth addiction pay ....

Anyways, that is only a few things that I have thought about for my adut version of life. If you've got any more ideas, leave a comment, if not leave a comment on your thoughts and because you love to show me love!

5 songs that are stuck in my head:
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
All Summer Long- Kid Rock
Summertime- Rascal Flatts
Detroit Rock City- KISS
Live Your Life- Rihanna feat. T.I.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Peach Pork with Mushroom Risotto

I went to a vocational school before attending Sullivan University for Culinary Arts and Hotel/Restaurant Management. The reason I state this is because I had plans with a friend to go eat at the restaurant, that is run by the students of the Culinary Arts program, this afternoon. Well, to say the least, I hyped my self up for the Tangy Pork and Peaches (sautéed pork tenderloin served over rice pilaf with sweet cinnamon peach sauce) that they serve and ended up not getting a chance to go. So, Jaime and I have decided that we are going to put in our reservation and go next week! Yay!! Plus, on top of the Pork, they serve things like Salmon, and Filet Mignon, you can also order salads and sandwiches. If the food had not caught my eye (I am what people would call a foodie), I would be seeing my old Chefs. The ones that had pushed and pushed and pushed and helped me excel at something I love.
I'm not saying I am anywhere near Hell's Kitchen status, but I do know my temps, conversions, and sanitation. I sometimes wish that I could be on Hell's Kitchen though just because I would love to work with Gordon Ramsey.
Anyways, the things that I have learned inside the kitchens and halls of that school out number the things I actually learned in school and I am ok with that. Yet, I went to Sullivan (I still have to finish) and was being taught the exact same thing the JVS taught me, and I excelled, even loved every minute. I ended up switching to Hotel/Restaurant Management half way through my culinary degree, instead of getting a dual degree, since it would have been harder on my work schedule and the semi-social life I still had. The only problem I had with Sullivan was that I enjoyed my summers off (even if I had been working all summer), but it goes year round, so that you can get a Associate's in 12 semesters (about 2 years).
But being the foodie I am I must quit rambling about school and talk about food! Let's see my favorite menu...

App- Either a salad with Raspberry Vinagrette or Broccoli and Cheese Soup
Entree- Stuffed Pork Chops (Stuffed with Macintosh apples [from MI] and bread stuffing), homemade chunky mashed potatos, and brussell sprouts
Dessert- Tiramisu- its a coffee cake and it is so delicious. Ladyfingers, Marscapone cheese, Expresso coffee...

If you can make that, I will marry you in a heartbeat without thinking, but it has to be all homemade. :) If you would like any of my recipes either send me a message or an email. I would be more than willing to help your taste buds dazzle with magnificence! I would love to invite y'all over for dinner too but that would have to be after Patrick oks it and tastes tests EVERYTHING! :) I love the kitchen, it's like my safe haven when the world seems to be getting in, through tthe screen door and my imagination is in overdrive. So, please come join the festivities and join me in a sensations of the tastebuds.

5 kick ass kitchen songs:
Chicken Fried- Zac Brown Band
Transylvanian Concubine- Rasputina
White Lines- Grandmaster Flash
Monkey Wrench- Foo Fighters
Shut Me Up- Mindless Self Indulgence

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Within grasp.

Louisville was soooo close, I could almost taste it!! I was totally thinking as soon as I get there I am going directly to Wick's on Goosecreek and ordering food and a hardcore drink (Southern Comfort and Moutain Dew aka Creek Water)!! I had this entire thing planned out and then find out the person who offered to give me a ride back has a full truck of his crap (lol) but was very, very, very! Sorry!!! Alright, so now I have a new plan, I wont be back Wednesday but hopefully I can wrangle up $80 to get on a bus and get my ass back to wonderful Louisville (Meatbag you are so going to sit down and drink with me lol). If not, I will be terribly saddened. :( But it's ok, I've done this fir four months, but I just want to have a Thanksgiving where I'm not being evaluated and talked about. I want to be back home.

Let's hold this complain train for a bit though, I don't want to pile my desperate attempts to get back to Louisville and Patrick. And trust me, they have been desperate. When you end up asking your mother, who wants you here in the first place, for money to get you back, yeah well that's not even the most desperate. haha.

Anyways, been a decent week so far despite not being able to go to my nephew's football game because it was canceled due to the other team had swine flu... only got to spend a little bit of time with my sister, and trying to get back to Louisville.... But hey that's life, or so I want to believe. So, I've been thinking alot about pizza lately and not just any pizza, Wick's pizza (YUM!). I love that place and I can't stand the fact that almost everyone that I knew at the Middletown store is gone... fired on false accusations or have just plain quit! The regulars aren't even the same anymore :(. I need a drink too but there are very, very few bartenders I like, and some rarely work and others have a specific schedule or have left altogether. Goose: Jeremy, Sir Nicholas... well, I dont like the other ones and they don't like me. Middletown: Mikey, D(falsely fired), Tyler (left). What to do, What to do?? I will never be able to drink a pink panty dropper (pink taco, the pink drink... it's got many names) ever again!! I won't be able to have D's Love! That just came out weird... Love is a drink: Peach Schnapps, Sour and Seven.. I can't remember the other alcohol in it. I've spent probably a good 2 hours trying to figure it out. As soon as I do I'll let y'all know... By the way, skipped over to D's facebook to see if he was on and left this wall post: "I just so completely blanked on what's in Love!!! Ahhh, It'll never be the same as yours though! That makes me sad." And his girl had a conniption fit and commented on it, asking me what that is suppose to mean. I didn't mean anything bad by it, I was just trying to figure out the alcohols! haha. Girls, what are you going to do?

On another note, I have spent some lovely time dwelling on my life, my liberty, and my pursuit of happiness (as well as insanity). Outlook is good, though I wish I could say the same about my prosperity...

Dear future generations of me,
I am sorry that you will not get huge amounts of cash from will.
Love, Yours Truely
Yet, I can't say that I am saddened by all of this at all. This woman (me) wants to be June Cleaver. I want to be the house wife, who has dinner ready by the time the handsome husband gets home. I want to be that happy family you saw on T.V. during the 1950's. Yeah, Yeah, I know you are saying, 'It's the year 2008! Come to the present not the past!' But I can't help it, I want to be June Cleaver... or Aunt Bea but that's later on down the road. Tee Hee! Anyways, I'm gunna git. Later.
5 songs that make me smile:
Party in the USA- Miley Cyrus
Best Days of Your Life- Kellie Pickler
Turn Around- Kingston Trio
Ironic- Alanis Morrisette
Don't Fear the Reaper- Blue Oyster Cult

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Wick's+Mental Retardation=Fantastical Times!: Take II

Now imagine, you are sitting at booth in a restaurant and are struck by the simple fact that the moulding is teal and the walls are purple! You all of a sudden, get this urge to hunt down an elephant and hide out in the jungle. You ask yourself, "Am I sure I just heard an elephant, monkeys, and a bird??" Your server walks up to the table with this absurd grin and introduces himself as Jamie. You go to ask him about the noises but think better of it, you don't want to come off as crazy, so instead you ask for a pint Smithwick's. As Jamie runs off to get your beer, you look at the menu. IT'S purple! You look over at you laptop and realize you now have a new topic to write about in your blog, because the readers already think you are crazy. Jamie arrives back with your beer and asks if you need more time to look at the menu. You tell him no and that you have decided on the Chicken Fajita. Jamie walks away to put your order in and you pull your laptop in front of you. You start to type but decide to look around you again, and see that you are the only one sitting in the dining room. You here, "I need a 18 inch Mighty Meaty and 18 inch Big Dick." in a female's voice. You can't help but giggle. You go back to blogging....That story ends how you want it to end. Though the readers of my blog may think I'm already crazy but I won't blog from that atmosphere until I am back in Louisville. The place is Wick's Pizza, and it is a very inspiring place for bloggers who enjoy great food, great alcohol, and interesting blogs.
My Wick's stories don't even come close to how normal that all would seem, they are beyond that. I have been called out on many things back in that kitchen, one of the most prominent brought up frequently by Benjamin is the third night Patrick worked in my kitchen. I was working expo and Sandwich that night and Ben caught me staring, and said 'Lizz, quit staring at his ass.' The look on my face was priceless (or so I've heard) and I immediatly turned around and began my work on sandwich. (but Ben tells the story better and I hope will comment on this blog as an annnymus user.)
I did not start blogging at Wick's, therefore I can't send you to another blog with all the stories and things I saw, but I can tell you, I loved that place. I have been in the midst of a 'jungle exploration' because the some of the boys would make animal noises, I have also hunted down a 'BK' bird, because one of the boys took the pizza paddles and started flapping them as if they were wings. I have been caught in a dark corner of the dining room and/or bar making out with someone (usually Patrick). My GM knew from the second day of Patrick working there, something is was going to develop between us. I have been called the Wicked Bitch of the North (Im from Ohio) by servers. I have many bartenders as friends and I enjoy the company of 98% of the regulars.
I got into flour fights with Sir Nicholas and flour fights with Ben. I got hit in the boob, ass and head all at the same time in a dough fight. I've broken up fights between best friends in the parking lot, and had a couple myself. I've spent hours at work on my day off just bullshitting. Tye-dye has become a part of my wardrobe (even though I haven't worked there in a year). I've been passed up for kitchen manager when I should have gotten it (hell, I rarely cared about it). I've had managers from other stores in my kitchen and it was still MY kitchen. I pulled a good 80+ hours a week for about a month with no days off.
Wick's is like Cheers. Everybody knows your name, and there is even a guy like Norm. It's a place that I am proud to call home, with people that I call family. Jamie is just one of the many severs that are sweet! He only works Friday-Saturday nights but he does his job with a smile. Memorie is my favorite server girl, she is amazing and even her babies are beautiful. Mikey, well there's alot of story behind him but, Mikey is just Mikey. He's an excellent bartender and even better friend.
This ends Take II, I am sure I will get many more stories thrown at me that I have forgotten and so look for a Take III in the near future. Enjoy, the yummy fun-ness and if you are ever in Louisville, hit them up either Middletown (used to be my store) or Goosecreek. You will enjoy Led Zeppelin playing in the background and you will wonder when the bikers, truckers and low- lifes show up but they never do! You won't be let down on how amazing the food is either!
5 Songs Heard Inside Wick's:
Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeppelin
Super Freak- Rick James
The Way You Make Me Feel- Michael Jackson
So Hott- Kid Rock
Crazy Bitch- Buckcherry

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Ciao, la Bell'Italia

I know a few phrases and quips in Italian. I learned them from my Grandfather (Mio Nonno). He being the Italian he was, taught me many things, like how to make a true pasta, we always had garlic olive oil around to put on our spaghetti, and that l'una famiglia è preziosa (one's family is precious). His last name literally meant 'of love' and that is all I felt for him. My great grandmother came from a little montain town about 20 miles from Rome, Lettopalena. Oh, how I would love to visit that little town.
I would love to name my daughter after my grandfather though only with his last name, I want Dakota Raye but I really would love for it to be Dakota Raye D'Amore and then her daddy's last name though I have not voiced this yet. If I can not have his last name in my daughter, I will be just fine with it. I miss that old man. He passed away when I was about 8 or 9 years old, and to this day, I will still buy a half dozen of daisies and stick them on his footstone. I will talk to him and tell him how my life has been and this very last time I have gone up to the cemetary, I had ask him to watch over Chasity. I am sure she is enjoying her Great Grandpap, just as much as I did.
Grandpap is the reason I have embraced the high Italian cheek bones I have, the tan I get and the red hair that many Italians have. I have embraced the Italian temper and the grudge holding. It is after all my heritage.
I would have loved for my babies, and Patrick to meet my Grandpap, because I know Grandpap would have loved Patrick. He loved many and disliked very few, and he was crazy. :) I don't have any pictures of my grandfather, but if I did, I would share them with you guys. My friends who have seen the pictures that my family does have, have said he looked like a young Vito Corleone (the Godfather). To me he was just Grandpap.
He is the reason, today, that I would love to tour Italia. Don't get me wrong, I would love to travel, Ireland, England, Belgium, and Japan even, but if I ever do get to travel before I die, Italy is the only place I would like to see. Though I would love to get married in Ireland, but that is just wishful thinking. I am an Irish-Italian by nature and by blood, but I embrace the Italian side more because that is what I was use to growing up. Traditions that follow my family is the Christmas after your 21st birthday (use to be younger), you get to take a shot with my uncle, my grandfather use to sing Christmas songs in Italian on Christmas eve, just like his father before him and so on. I wish I could remember those songs but I can't, I never got to know the words. Another, was Grandpap use to wish people Buon Natale (Merry Christmas) to everyone who passed.
There are many more but the list is absolutely to long. Yet, I will end with my favorite, It's not quite an Italian tradition as more of a German tradition, that my grandfather enjoyed. He use to hide a 'pickle' ornament in his tree at Christmas and the first child to find it got the 'extra' gift, which was usually coloring books, and such. I now have a 'pickle' ornament for my kids to pass on that tradition.
So, Enjoy your Bella Mattina (Beautiful Morning) and Ciao!
5 Songs stuck in my head:
Bella Notte- Disney's Lady and the Tramp
Si Provi A Volare- Luca DiRisio
Cryin'- Aerosmith
Miss Murder- AFI
Womanizer- Britney Spears

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Time Consuming

This is the library I want, and the worst part is I have enough books that I could start a library. Ok, I guess the ones I don't read again I could donate but I always end up giving them to friends to borrow and read, so why should I? But the one thing I love isn't keeping me occupied long enough to waste my day away, so I started looking for something else. Facebook didn't last long, neither did MySpace. I just kept thinking; 'How much longer do I have to sit in this hell hole, playing Alice*?' Now, I love you guys all of you, and I will continue to blog but this isn't keeping my attention anymore either.
And then, I get told that I wasn't part of a plan, that this entire plan is worked out and I was thought about once but seeing as I'm up here, I might not be part of it! Then why the fuck tell me? Why not wait until that weekend this plan is suppose to happen, let me call you and then tell me about it? Because you don't want me getting upset that you are off with other people, drinking and having fun, while I get sit here and wait! I don't want to do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm on the verge of just telling people to fuck off, shut of my sources to my other life and this one (facebook, blog, etc.) and say fuck it I'm done calling, but part of me can't do that yet. It's the part of me that doesn't want to give up and doesn't want to not be with him! I am so lost and I feel like the world is spinning around me, trying to fuck me over into thinking that I could live alone with 3 billion cats. I couldn't, I would go crazy and then y'all would see me on the news about how I was keeping dead cat bodies in my freezer and have a taxidermist making them into statues to put around my living room. Hell, no one would want to come over and if I gave up now I wouldn't have any kids to worry about Christmas for, so why the hell not?
I'm already going crazy, I know I am. I need to just get out of this damn town and back where I belong! I so wish that I could create a time machine or some kind of teleportation device.
Anyways, I hope this was a good read and I hope that I get some comments that say don't leave please or something like that.
*Referance to The Brady Bunch!
5 songs that are stuck in my sister's head:
Annie's Song- John Denver
Forever- Chris Brown
Fly Me to the Moon- Sinatra
Through the Fire and Flames- Dragon Force
Mr. Roboto- Styx

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


So, I went to the dentist Monday, because 1) I had an appointment and 2) my jaw is swollen and has been hurting lately. Bear in mind I haven't been to the dentist in about 11 years, but I walked in and they did the medical routine; Are you taking any prescriptive drugs, do you smoke, yada, yada, yada. I sat in the chair for about 25 minutes before the actual dentist could see me, alright a wait not that big of a deal, I already knew the were going to tell me my teeth were bad anyways. Not a huge deal, I just read the book I've been reading while I waited. I don't have insurance and this place I had gone to are doing a sliding scale, $30 a visit and the rest gets written of in their taxes as good deeds to the community.
I'm getting off subject, so anyways. The dentist had a field day with my teeth, rambling off long, medical terms for decay and cavities. The teeth picture they use looked very prettily colored. I'm not saying I am great with dental care, it was the way I was raised. I was never told take care of your teeth or even yelled at to brush them, but again I am getting off the topic. Where was I... oh, right, my jaw has been hurting because I have been chewing the heck out of the side of my mouth, right on the muscle. So she told me that I have a 60% overbite, and all 4 of my wisdom teeth have to come out before they can do anything else with them. I pretty much just said great let's get it over with and she told me that they didn't do any extractions at that office and told go to an oral surgeon who will be asking for $350 per tooth! Are they crazy?? My teeth are not worth 350 DOLLARS! I didn't even get any money from the Tooth Fairy, let alone pay someone to take my teeth!
So my teeth need to be pulled and I don't have the money. Great! Could my life get any worse? Next thing you know, I'm going to come down with rabies, staphylococcus, gangrene and swine flu! Fuck my life!
In other news, Louisville is getting closer to my grasp and I'm liking the sounds of that! Yay!
Laterz, you guys!
5 Songs that are stuck in my head: (sorry Meatbag had to take it and change it! It just means its a good idea....)
Then- Brad Paisley
With a Little Help From My Friends- The Beatles
Beth- KISS
Highway To Hell- AC/DC
DotA- Basshunter

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin

This is unusual for me to write this early in the afternoon... but I think I'm going to try and come up with yummy goodness! Yay!
I know this picture is Fucked up! Yet, lately I have been all over weird things. I've been investigating people like Ed Gein, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Gorton, and The Mad Butcher of Kingsbury Run. Every year around Halloween, I seem to get morbid. With each passing year the morbid-ness grows, and this year isn't much diffrent. I've been reading Aftermath, Inc. and many of the above list are mentioned. (The author likes to mention Ed Gein, and Jeffrey Dahmer because he is from Wisconsin, not far from Ed Gein's farm.) But for some reason I am drawn to Mass Murder, Serial Killers, Rapists, and Mental Instituitions. I don't know if it's because I am highly morbid or if I am drawn to the insanity of it all?
It's crazy to think Ed Gein, ran around wearing the parts of females, and was a grave robber! Jeffrey Dahmer, was a pedophile on top of raping men and killing them, his first murder was in Ohio. Ted Bundy, has been romaticised! He's a rapist/serial killer, and had escaped at least once from custodey. Jeffrey Gorton, is a rapist from Michigan, he wasn't a serial killer due to the fact he only killed 2 of his victims. The Mad Butcher of Kingsbury Run, you may recognize them as the Cleveland Torso Murders, in the late 1930's killed a dozen people in the dilapidated side of Cleveland.
I know, I only mentioned well known Serial Killers, but I did mention the ones that hit closer to where I grew up. I know more about forensics and murders and death then most people. I have read books on the subject and like I said every Halloween I continue my search on these things. I enjoy knowing how a criminal's mind works, but I don't think we will ever fully comprehend how messed up these people are. I also think that those who plead insanity should be tried like those who didn't even have a chance too. If you don't believe that Ed Gein, Jeffrey Dahmer, and Ted Bundy should have been able to plead insanity than you look up the murders they commited. To commit a murder you would have to be out of your mind, and on the border of being put in an asylum.
So, am I morbid?
5 songs stuck in my head:
Pokerface- Lady GaGa
I Kissed a Girl- Katy Perry
Let's Get Crazy- Miley Cyrus
All Out of Love- Air Supply
Paper Airplanes- MIA

"Weeee wish to welcome you to Munchkinland!"

I am a really big fan of The Wizard of Oz. I always have been, and I think the reason why is because I can relate the characters to my life. My dad has always been a Winkie living in the Vinkus, my momma is the Wicked Witch of the West, and so on. Yet, when I read the book Wicked, the entire cast changed for me. I became the Wicked Witch of the West (aka Elphalba), my sister is the Wicked Witch of the East (Nessarose), My grandmother is Nanny, and Jaime seemed to be the Good to my Bad, she is Glinda, the Good Witch. So, I question, "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" (Glinda) "I'm not a witch at all." (Dorthey)

I was so excited to hear that they were coming out with a box set for the 70th Anniversary! It is so amazing too. It has stills, the original film budget, a comemrative book, and the movie on both DVD and blu-ray! It came out last Tuesday and I have yet to go out and get it, but being flat broke will do that to you. My brother picked it up though, and my neice loved it!

Lee Ann is going as the Wicked Witch of the West for Halloween this year and if I am still up here, I will be Dorthey just so that we can go Trick-or-Treating and people do not think she is just another witch. The WWoftheW is my favorite character from the Oz, so it seems fitting that my favorite (and only) neice will be her. I am making wings for one of her stuft monkeys, so that she has her 'Flying Monkey'.
I will suggest this before I go; if you have never read Wicked and Son of a Witch (Gregory MaGuire), do so. It gives a new twist to the Land of Oz. Also for old times sake, sit down and watch the movie. Sing-a-long even, I won't tell!
5 All Time Best Oz songs:
Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead!
If I Only Had a Brain
The Merry Old Land of Oz
If I Were King of The Forest
And (of course)
Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ex-Band Members know how to Finger, Tongue and Blow....

I know that some of you, lovely readers, have hidden, 'geeky' passions. Mine just happens to be Band. Yes, I was the band geek, dork, loser, whatever you called them in high school, but I didn't care. I was, still am, proud of my band, and Jaime would say the same thing.
I went to the Showcase of Bands, which is now an OMEA competition (and has been for at least 5 years), Saturday night. I had tons of fun! I got to hang out with a part of the old group, there were a few at college. We sat there and I know that we all wished we could be back out on that field. It felt so weird to be sitting in the stands, watching all these bands perform, and not have to go and get 'suited' up for our performance, but things never change and we were in those stands acting like the high school marching band members we once were. :) It felt like old times without the hassle of capes, plumes and instruments!
We began talking about things that we wish we had back, ESPECIALLY on the new uniforms the band has now. They don't have capes, I was very sad. We continued our conversations with a tell all sort of feel. They wanted to know why we had to sit boy/boy, girl/girl on the bus (because of me). We talked about our Florida trips with a new found love, and our competitions. We judged every band on the field with a steady eye. We watched footwork, drill after drill, the horn hits and angles, and the drive that most dedicated members have. It felt powerful.
In competition, every show that is performed and judged has a theme, and the theme must be present in the drill. Jaime and I watched a Latin Jazz show (which really wasn't Latin Jazz), and reminsced about sophomore year. There was a Disney show, a Broadway show, there was a couple shows that didn't make sense, and couple that did. Lakota West HS had one of the best shows this year and it was called Pictures. They had the sound, the technique, and they made me 'want to throw my baby out on the field'. The show was well done and it had pizzaze. It made sense and even more it was very well done. Everyone was in sync and when I say everyone, I mean even the Flag corp and Majorettes!
I know I am such a band dork.... but I love it and it has taught me very, very, very many lessons for life. :)) By the way, here's how you can tell a band-ie;
-has one if not all of their band shirts and sweatshirts.
-Can tell you how to read the drill charts.
-Could, on demand, tell you all of their spots on the field for every show they have ever done.
-Falls into step with you as you walk.
-starts humming old band shows out of nowhere.
-When a song comes on the radio they start marking time, and planning drill for that song.
-They qoute things their director has said, "It's good to be hard... I mean, it's hard to be good." "Play so well that the audience wants to throw their babies out of the stands onto the field." and (my favorite) "You are the only one allowed on your knees on count five, Turner!"
-When a song comes on the radio, they shout 'We played that song my .... year!'
Now that I have showed you my complete band-o moment (which should have been embarrassing), I will have to say; "Amherst, I am proud of you, even if that was one of the shittest shows I have ever seen! But Work hard, Play hard, Stay focused, Enjoy yourself, and Want that 1 at State!! Good Luck, guys!"
See y'all laterz!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Dream Weaver

I've been having nightmares lately, ok, for the last 3 months. Not just any nightmares though, strange WTF nightmares. Not just zombies, or vampires, or werewolves, but a mixture of the three. the most common is 'Zombie Vamps'. What the hell do you do with a Zombie Vamp? Do you stake them or do you cut off their head? Now, I'm not sure where these dreams are coming from but I know it's not from watching movies and reasing books before bed. I've done that for years and there is only one book/movie that gives me nightmares that bad, IT by Stephen King. I only know that because I am flat out terrified of clowns. I will shank a clown if I have too.

Lately I've been reading alot of gruesome books, and a couple of the prepare yourself books too. At this very moment, I am reading Aftermath, Inc.: Cleaning Up After CSI Goes Home, The Zombie Survival Guide, The Zen of Zombie, and (i'm trying to find a copy of) Interview With the Vampire (if you need authors let me know). All of which are really good, but they don't give me nightmares.

Now imagine this <---guy sleeping in your walk-in closet. Scary, ain't it? Impossible? very much so. I know I have alot of crazy dreams but this one was one of the weirdest because it was a three part process involving two people's dreams.
I had dreamt, the night before my family came down for Thanksgiving that my this lovely dinosaur came out of my closet. Yes, I said my closet. Well, when he came out he tried to eat my little sister but I told him no he couldn't and he got upset at me. He stormed across the hall to the neighboring apartment and ate that entire family. At this point I woke up. My sister the next night dreamt that he came out of the closet and that I did the exact same thing I did before but he stopped me and said 'I am a vegetarian.' My sister woke up. That same night, I dreamt that he asked us if I had any vegetables in the kitchen and I told him no, so he gave me a $50 and asked me if I would run up the street to Kroger and get him some vegetables, because it would be awkward for him to stand in line with everyone looking at him.
Now I know you are probably laughing in your seat thinking that it was already in our heads because we told each other our dream. I will tell you that I didn't tell her the dreams until she said, 'I had this really weird that a T-Rex...", That's when I told her.
Anyways, I must try and get some sleep, and hopefully I will have a nightmare free sleep tonight since I am tired of them.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Im partying with a unicorn. You don't even know.

So, how excited would I be if this loan goes through for Benjamin?? MUCHO, MUCHO, MUCHO EXCITED! Yet, I am not going to 'false start' this game, jump the gun, ... alright can't come up with another phrase that fits. hahaha. I don't need to be saddened by Ben not getting this loan.

So, on to bigger, better, and badder things. I've realized I can't throw a luau yet, I'm still in Ohio, to cold. Man, and I like getting lei'd. :) Maybe, I will have a luau themed party eventually, and then everyone can get lei'd (including you, Meatbag, haha). I will evetually have an Oscar themed party. I came up with this a while ago, but the party will be on the night of the Oscar's and you have to come dressed as actors do. In example; Girls would wear a formal, or cocktail dress and boys, well I can't really give you what they wear anymore. I guess the guys could wear a Johnny Depp-esque outfit; jeans/blazer kind of thing. I had a friend tell me he was going to wear black pants and a tux t-shirt. I thought that was funny. I'm sure some actor has worn that before. I have a couple of dresses that I've worn (prom, and other dances) that I would like to wear again and since we rarely go out on a date to somewhere formal, I don't see it happening for a while, So I have decided that I will throw an Oscar party. I'm not sure if I will have regular party food (chips and dip), or if I will get the supplies together for finger sandwiches. haha. But it will be BYOA (bring your own alcohol). I will most likely have wine and Jack but those are mine lay off. haha.

Who knows if I will ever get to throw this party or if I will end up just casting it off. Maybe I will eventually get to wear my dresses out to somewhere fancy, though who knows the future on that one too. I so can not wait to get back to semi-warmer weather and I hope that is soon.

Anyways, I've rambled on long enough about getting lei'd, the Oscars, and finger sandwiches (that just sounds like a baaaad porn starring Ron Jeremy), so...

Laterz y'all!!

"I like to imagine Jesus in a tuxedo shirt because it says I'm formal but I like to party..." -Talladega Nights

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Life I Live

I've lived in Amherst almost all of my life, I spent 3 happy years in Lousiville, and now I am back in Amherst, alone. How did this happen? How in the world did I ever agree to come back to this shitty little town? I left saying I would never come back and now I have! Thank God, there is something better lying on the outskirts of this exile to 'Elba'. I don't think I could have ever been Napoleon Bonaparte, to be exiled sucks more than anyone could imagine. I keep feeling like someone put a fork through my chest and is twisting my heart like spaghetti. I'm around family who treats me like the black sheep, and I have one friend left here, and she has her own problems if you can't tell by her blog. So, why can't figure out why I said yes? I have no idea, I could have figured something out!

I'm left all day alone with my thoughts, now that the kids are in school, and this could turn bad. I'm left with sharp utensils, alcohol, cigarettes and myself. Probably the worst combination you have ever heard of! No I haven't done anything stupid, but that's because I am venting on here! If I hadn't of found this site, it could have gotten really bad, really fast. I don't know anymore, I've just been in a pissy sort of mood, I feel like walking along the railroad tracks, kicking rocks. :)
Anyways, onto the rest of the night and waiting until November!! yay!

Monday, October 5, 2009


He's been mentioned but never fully talked about, which is odd because I like to talk about him. I enjoy being with him. I love everything about him. I love the way he smells, his voice, the list could go on and on. He's 5'11", continously tanned, gorgeous chest, beautiful blue eyes, and is the only person who can stop my emotions from going into overdrive (which is rarely, which just makes it ten times worse). I can tell him anything. I can tell you every little detail about him some are very personal and some not as personal. I can tell you that when we are sleeping I feel safe in his arms, and I sleep better.

I was in a mood the other night, a freaking out, get me out of here, bawling my eyes out mood, and he fixed it, he made the mood go away when no one else could. I was just not in the best mood because I had a shitty weekend, I've been thinking alot about Chasity, I found out I got ringworm, RINGWORM OF ALL THINGS!, I've been sitting in Cleveland alone since end of June. It was just a shitty weekend. Anyways, he let me rant and then said a few things and I was calm.

I've been with him since April 14, 2008, and we are missing each other, counting down days and can't wait to be dirty. :) (babe, please don't kill me.) It has been the longest 3 months of my life and I am so ready for it to be over.
Not very much about him I know but I notice that even though I like to talk about him I tend to ramble and repeat myself and I was trying not to put you through that excruciating process.
So, I am going to get out of here, and come up with something else to write about next time!

Wick's+Mental Retardation= Fantastical Times!
The enclosed site is one many Louisville natives have seen, it is for Wick's Pizza Parlor and Pub. What you will find here is a restaurant decked out in purple and teal. Your server (and any other employee you may come in contact with) is wearing tye-dye and jeans. It's a very laid back, groovy kind of place. That is how it feels to be a customer.

Seeing as for most the time I lived in Louisville, I wasn't just a customer, I was also an employee. I was a kitchen rat who Brian, General Manager, trusted the kitchen with. When I first started we were a fully staffed functional restaurant. You had Brian as G.M., there was Nicholas (or as I referred to him Sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpinton [Harry Potter referance]) as A.G.M., Jewels as the K.M. and D'Wayne and Tyler as Bar Managers. Within the first six months we lost Jewels, that's alright we can still function. Then we lost some employees, not that big of a deal either, turnovers in restarants are high anyways. But we gained this awesome employee named Benjamin. He's off kilter but we instantly became good friends, his reasons were more for personal pleasure but after a while that wore off. I've made 2 guys quit another couple hate me and quite a few friends. By the time Patrick started pulling double duty at his store and mine, we had a great night crew. There was Benjamin, Adam, Simon, Phil, and I hate to admit it but Derek. Eventually Derek 'left' and Patrick filled his space. We still had a great working crew, and that was only the group that worked well on a Friday/Saturday night!

Adam ran ovens, Derek rolled the dough, Simon and Phil topped, I was Sandwich catch and Ben cut the pizzas. We were kick ass.

There are so many things I could tell you about that has gone on in that kitchen, yet so little space, so I will pick out the few best moments.

The first picture is Phil (from here on out I will refer to this man as DntFeedPhil) and the second is Benjamin. I show these pictures so you get the idea of the size of these guys. They are both very tall (as opposed to my 5'4") and they both have a little more to love. I love these guys!
Now, on my 20th birthday I had to work, and I really didn't care that I did but these two and Tyler made it worth while. Benjamin and DntFeedPhil gave me the 'Big Man' hug sandwich, and Tyler ran out to Kroger for a cake and and a balloon. It really wasn't much but it was perfect.

Great times, Great times.

Wick's rolls their own dough, its not pre-made at all. Well, one Sunday night, the kitchen was empty except for me (they were all out front), and we ran out of paper in our printer. So, I decided to change it but in the process I hit the front of the dough roller, which made it tilt forward. Well normally you just tap it back and it'll settle itself, not this time. It fell to the floor catching my arm at the same time and crumpled the entire top of it up. All I could think was, "Oh, shit! Brian is going to kill me." The look on my face was most likely priceless. I finally realized I was bleeding, so as I ran to the back sink, I yelled for Beth (who was the on duty G.M. that night) and she came running back. All I could here as she insisted I go to the hospital was laughing, the boys were laughing. I did not end up going to the hospital that night but Beth did call Brian and told him what happened. Goosecreek just happened to have another dough roller on hand so a couple of the boys went and got it. Brian told Beth that I was to top for the rest of the night as punishment (I hated topping) but Patrick didn't think it was punishment enough and purposely every couple of pies hit me with the hand roller. I walked into work the next day bruised from finger to shoulder blade and collerbone, and now I will let you laugh a minute. ok, done now unto the next story.

The first morning I met Patrick. It was a Sunday at 10 am, I am not a morning person and when I am up earlier than I should be I get loopy. I had to mix and portion dough that morning because the manager that was filling in was not a very good manager. So, 10 am I walked in the back door still in my p.j.s, clocked in and through all of the ingredients in the mixer. After I turned it on I gave a sleepy look around to see who was working that morning. There was Simon and Adam setting up the line, Jesse (the 'manager') filling up his drink for the 3 time that morning, and this guy that I had no idea who he was, using the slicer. I checked the schedule, he wasnt on it, so I did what comes naturally to me and tried to strike up a conversation by saying 'while my dough is mixing you wanna have a cigarette with me?'. I got a mumbled 'not right now' (eventually he did go out and smoke with me). While Simon and Adam helped me portion out the first 2 batches, Simon realized this guy was slicing by hand on an automatic slicer, he had already finished the ham and cheese and only had turkey left to do. Simon turned to him and said 'Dude, it's an automatic slicer' and then proceeded to show him how to work it. The third and last batch I had to do, this guy (Patrick, If you haven't figured it out yet), helped me roll them, but we could not count. I was loopy still and he was either half drunk or hungover (to this day we are still not sure).

One more and then I've got to go. I will write another one about Wick's soon.

I was not there for this incident but I heard all about it. Adam was working ovens like usual and I guess Derek was being his usual inside of work self aka an asshole and sais something to Adam about a missing pizza. Well, Adam turned and yanked open the first oven and then slammed it shut and said 'not here'. Then continued with the other three, in this amusing fashion. Now what is so awesome about this one is that Derek and I were usually the ones who went at it and that Adam is not easily irritated. When I heard this story I just looked up at Ben and Patrick with a look of amazement and laughed. There was really nothing elseI could do.

Alright so I am out for the night! More Wick's fun-ness to come soon!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

A Dear Friend

I must say that I have been overly emotional lately, don't know if it's because of the time of month or if it is because I have finally found people (my age) that I can connect to on a more personal level, a level that not many people find now a days, private is private, yet I feel that if more women, people in general really, spoke up about their grieving process of a loss of child, spouse, parent, or anyone else close to them, we would have a very nicely spun web of trust and comfort. I have decided once you start talking about your grievances, people start climbing out of the wood work to say a kind word, or to tell you they have been there, or even to let you know that you are in their thoughts and prayers. It doesn't really matter who it is, I have found some dear friends lately and I have never had the chance to meet every one of you (with the exception of Jaime) yet you have all tried to give me some form of strength, a word of a hope if you will.
And now to the individual thank you's!

-Anna- I have just recently started reading your blog and I hope the kind words have touched you in some way, and I hope they help you through your process. I do thank you for saying what you have because though it made me cry, it has hit home a great point.

-Trinity- You have had many encouraging yet ridiculous comments but all the same they have brightened my day.

-Meatbag- Thank you for the extra smiles a day

-Jaime (or JES)- well pretty much thanks for being my best friend.


-Charmed- what would I do without your Friday Football Hotties! Thanks for the many posts about Scrubs and making me giggle a little bit everyday.

And the Academy Award goes to..... well, this ain't the Oscars but hopefully soon I can get a really cool badge up so that I can give it to you all.

So, for tonight, take care, and always remember you have a shoulder to cry on if you need it.

Here's the badge that I have made!

So steal it and put it on your page! You guys are awesome!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Reliving Recent Fears

Disclaimer: If you are prone to becoming sad over other people's pain or do not like to hear sad stories, please do not read on. Otherwise venture through this post with caution.

I do not like to rehash events, I do not like to show people my true feelings, and most of all I do not like to have sad, unstoppable things happen to me. I tell you this, so that you see that I have been hurt like no one should ever be hurt. I will also tell you, I'm typing this out so as to help myself recover. I'm doing a great job of covering up the sadness I feel everytime I hear someone is pregnant, or I see a baby. I can't help but cry on the inside when I hear these things. Sometimes, I want to scream, "Why me God? What have I done to deserve this?", but I don't. I had done about everything to stop myself from crying, when I found out that my cousin and aunt were both pregnant and due about around the same time I was. I have no idea what went wrong, or why it happened all I know is, is that it did happen . So on to the little flashback.

June First was a great day, it was a Monday, and I had spent the entire day with Patrick. That night was a little bit diffrent. I was spotting, had no idea why, and I was really scared. I knew something was wrong and I had voiced this opinion when I went back into the bedroom to lay down, but as I voiced this opinion I couldn't help but cry. Patrick was my saving grace that night, he did and said everything under the sun to let me know that everything was going to be alright, but I continued to feel panicked and slept fitfully that night.

June Second, Called my cousin up and had her take me to the ER. First time mom here freaking out, needed to make sure everything was ok. So, I walked into the ER at about 9 am, signed in and was about to sit down when they called my name. They already had room open and escorted me there (That's why I love Baptist East's ER). The nurse came in and as she was taking the blood for blood work she asked me why I was in. When I told her, she said that it was sometimes normal and that it would be a great day, she said this all with a very comforting smile. They did their tests (blood work, ultrasound, and pelvic examine) and it all showed signs of defeat. My attending doctor came in and told me that the baby stopped developing at 9 weeks (I was suppose to be 12) and there was no sign of a heartbeat. Even then I didn't break down (though I know that I was screaming on the inside). I let the doctor give his shpeal and while my discharge papers were being drawn up, I chatted about the weather with my aunt. I took my discharge papers and my prescription and headed out the door (about 5 hrs after I entered them). I knew I had to be strong, I knew that I couldn't do this alone, and I knew I need the one person who could deal with a major breakdown. I called Patrick. The day doesn't just end there, no there was definantly more in store.

About 3 to 4 hours after we learned about the baby, Patrick and I were sitting around with a couple of friends when I got a call from his sister, his momma passed away. It felt so unreal, as if this weren't happening too. I knew now that I didn't have time to be emotional, the one person I loved needed me to be strong more than anything else did. I let him drink, I packed a bag, and I kept telling myself, I need to keep thinking straight. By the time Chyna and Joel went home, I had a shot of pain and took the darvacet.

June Third, 7 am arrived awfully early but I still got up. We headed over to Wick's and I let him try and work, but there really was no success there. So we got in the car and made the 8 hour trip to his home.

June Fourth, now here's the kicker, I shouldn't have made the trip, though my OB/GYN told me I could as long as I had a backup plan. I was hoping to God that this would not be an even worse trip then it already was, yet I seemed to had rolled snake eyes. I ended up in the hospital at 9 am (possibly earlier) because I was in so much pain that I was throwing up and could barely walk. They stuck me with morphine (wish I had some of that right now) and I was semi-conscience until it wore off, and then the dosed me again. I spent around 10 hours there they sent me home with a prescription for vicodin since the darvecet wasnt helping and a shot of morphine and told me if it got worse or I bled alot come back. Well, the morphine wore off and before I could even put the vicodin in my mouth I was puking again (nothing but bile and acid). So, off the hospital again we go. They kept me over night and I had my DNC (or Dusting and Cleaning as its known on the streets) the next morning and by 4 pm I was out of the hospital and sitting in a funeral home, popping a vicodin and being told to sit down and not move.

This is where my story ends and I sit back and let a fresh wave of tears consume me. So give me a moment.

Now, I know I am not finished crying but I feel a tiny bit better. How do you cope with something as big as that week? How do you let yourself know that everything will be alright? and How do you know that you are not the reason for losing your child? You don't, there is no possible answers for these questions and there might never be. You never know how strong you are until you have been put in a situation that needs strength. I had not cried all of that week until Saturday night when I finally sat down and had a moment to think about everything. I let everyone else use me as support, they needed it more at the time. I will not post a single thing in the beginning of December for I will be to much of an emotional mess to do any such thing. My little girl would have been here on December 10th but now she is in Heaven and she has Grandma to feed her chocolate cake before bed and to watch over her. She is my little guardian angel. So, RIP Miss Chasity Marie and Grandma Carol. We love you.

Sorry, you guys for the heart wrenching story but I had to get it out of my system, tell somebody and make myself feel a little bit better off then I was. As I have hoped it helped to put it down on paper, well not quite paper. So as to let myself cry, I will sign off with a teary wave and an "I love you guys for listening."

Thursday, October 1, 2009

A Life's Soundtrack

I found this survey in highschool and had to do it, being the musicphile I am. So this blog is a shout out to a Mr. O. Meatbag! WOOO! Enjoy it. Now I proudly show you my musical selection for if they ever made a movie soundtrack for my life.

Opening Credits: Still Crazy After All These Years- Paul Simon
Waking Up: Land of Confusion- Either Disturbed or Genesis
First Day of School: Get Stoned- Hinder
Falling in Love: I Won't Say It- Meg (from Hercules)
Fight Song: Gun Powder and Lead- Miranda Lambert*
Breaking up: Better Than Me- Hinder
Prom: Animals- Nickelback
Life: Fight For Your Right- Beastie Boys, and We're Not Gunna Take It- Twisted Sister
Mental Breakdown: Spiderwebs- No Doubt
Driving: White Lines- Grandmaster Flash*
Flashback: Photograph- Nickelback
Getting Back Together: Heaven- Warrant, and Amazed- Lonestar*
Wedding: A Moment Like This- Kelly Clarkson
Birth of a Child: Crawling in the Dark- Hoobastank
Final Battle (also my zombie apocalypse song): 10,000 Fists in the Air- Disturbed
Death Scene: (Down With) The Sickness- Richard Cheese
Funeral Song: Just a Drop of Poison- Captain Hook (from Shrek)
End Credits: Deify- Disturbed

Yes, I am a huge Disturbed fan. Also if there is an asterix(*) by the song I have changed it from the original one I had. I have a wide taste in music, I love it all. :) hehe. This was for your enjoyment and Meatbag will like knowing a few good songs are still out there even if they are not classic rock, '80's hair bands or KISS!
For now, later.

P.S. Comments are appreciated.
P.P.S. Oh and let me know how you like the new layout of the blog.