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NIN

March 10, 2008

Did you know that Nine Inch Nails has a new project out?

They do!

I’m listening to it right now.

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“Ghosts I – IV” is 36 tracks full of eerie yet sensual instrumental music from Trent and the crew.

(If you haven’t noticed, I’m a fan.)

Did you know that you can download the first 9 tracks off the NIN website FOR FREE!?

You can also download the rest of the tracks for $5.00!

Five dollars!

A steal if you ask me. (But you didn’t.)

NIN doesn’t have a contract with any record label so they are releasing this new music independently, through their site. Which can only lead to great things.

There’s a link that gives you the opportunity to download 40 gorgeous images that accompany the music from the site, to enhance your listening pleasure.

(They even have a Flickr account)

(I’m so friggin’ excited.)

Go listen, tell me what you think. I’m only a fan, you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it.

Oooh, I forgot! You can also download all the tracks into your ‘Mac Garage Band’ application and mess with them on your own to create new sounds…how cool?

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Extraordinary!

February 4, 2008

You know, I don’t usually brag, but I’m a part of an extraordinary league of wives/women.

That’s right. Fussy’s new site has launched:
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(Click it)

It is awesome!

Right now, it is an invite only forum where you can chat, vent, meet other women with similar interests and giggle a lot at life in general, not just at letting your husband keep his testicles. (I love that)

I just wanted to congratulate Mrs. Fussypants on her new venture. And if you want to be invited to the party, let me know. I can get you in. (I know the owner) Or you can see Mrs. Fussy and ask her too.

I’m sure she’ll let you join. She’s cool like that.

Good luck Fuss. You totally rawk!

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Not so Care Bear

January 30, 2008

My kid is into Care Bears…I love that she is so into something like this. It makes my heart sing. She plays with them all the time. They are her friends. She loves them with all of her heart.

She watches the Care Bears Big Wish Movie every day. She wants all the Care Bears ever created, lemme tell ya, that’s a lot. She has a few other videos too…from the 80’s. Brings back memories. Me and my BFF ‘K’ used to play with them after school.

So I started looking online to try to find some more of her favorites.

After all, she already has:

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For the love of writing

January 24, 2008

Chelle…the love. Tagged me for this meme…The top five reasons why I love to write.

I don’t have a clue.

Really.

I started blogging to journal my life with Fa. And blogging took over after that. My intent changed. I stopped posting pictures of her, I started focusing on life in general. Now, I’m not even sure I want to blog anymore.

But for Chelle, I’d do anything.

1. I write to vent.
Sirioulseeee. I totally write to get it outta my head. It spins in there otherwise and I get itchy. I love to watch the words flow out like water through my fingers when I really need to say something. It comes so fast that I sometimes can’t type to keep up. If it weren’t for bouncing my thoughts off of you and off here…I don’t know if I’d be able to cope otherwise. I totally mean it, dudes.

2. I write because secretly, I wish I was a real, published writer.
One of my wildest dreams is to publish children’s books. I mean really. If Katie Couric and John Lithgow can do it so can I. I have a few stories written already, and one that I just can’t seem to get out of my head and onto the screen…But I really wish that would happen one day.

3. I write because I want Fa to have something of me when she grows up.
When I started blogging I had just finished the journal (hand written) of Fa’s first two years. As you ALL know, one of my biggest fears is that I would not be here for Fa and she’d have no information about me as her mother. How I felt, what I thought…all that. I wanted her to have something tangible of me that I don’t have of my own mother. At the time, I wanted her to know how hard motherhood was for me but how much I adored her. And so she would truly know that I never WANTED to leave her…etc. Morbid kinda. Now, I blog/write to keep the memories not just for her, but for me as well.

4. I write on this blog because I have met so many cool people that I feel so connected to, I don’t want to lose them.
You guys have made a difference in my life. You have no idea. You have made me feel ‘normal’ (I hate that word) and not so alone in the crap that I fear and think and do…as a woman, as a mother, as a human who has suffered some serious loss…I don’t know what I’d do without you all there to support my rants and fears and share my joys and crazy days. And I love love love reading your writing. All of you. You inspire me every day to keep going and live life to the fullest. And even when this shit gets hard, you let me know that you go through it too. You share your intimate thoughts and you trust me with your words. And I have written certain things in the hopes that one day someone else will find my words and realize they are not alone. That would be an amazing thing.

5. I write because I love to read. And they are so connected that I feel it rounds me out.
Books are my drug. I love buying books and holding them in my hands before I start to read, and wonder what is between those pages. I love to think of the characters and how their stories transpire…and the author and what they were thinking to write what they have in between those pages. I love imagining the words come together as letters, then sentences…complete thoughts…It’s amazing how letters form as books. Amazing I tell you. Reading settles me at night and inspires me. Reading teaches me and gives me ideas. Writing encapsulates all that I have ingested and helps me to organize my thoughts.

As a reading teacher, I love to share my love of books with my kids and teach them that the words are not difficult or scary. They are the thoughts of someone else. The images that someone was talented enough to get on paper. And we are lucky enough to get to share that. We all are writers and readers. We write every day without even realizing it. Same with reading. Reading and writing are a part of us as human beings and it can really be fun to do.

Have I made any sense whatsoever?

Okay.

So I tag anyone who wants to try this. And please, if I have inspired you to try this meme, let me know so I can link to you here.

Thank you. This was tough and not very well thought out…I must go breathe.

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Sometimes stuff is just so cool

January 14, 2008

It all started in the early 90’s.

I was teaching dance to a company of beautiful dancers and I choreographed a piece to “La Vie Boheme”. We competed and we won first place.

The girls loved the music. So I introduced them to the musical RENT. We danced to different songs from the soundtrack such as “Seasons of Love” and even “Take Me or Leave Me”.

I was dying to see the Broadway production so, I asked my company girls if they wanted to come with me.

We went.

We fell in love.

Obsessively, I saw it a few more times after that.

Then, a few years later the movie came out.

I was impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie be as close to good as the actual live production. But this was close.

As you know, I am a sucker for musicians. Always have been. And I always had a “thing” for the Roger character in the play…But he was just my type in the movie.

So I started following Adam Pascal more closely.

I bought his solo CD’s and really got into the music. Civilian is one of my favorite CD’s of all time.

I even went back in August to see him re-live Roger in the play. (swoon!)

I never saw him do his solo stuff live until this weekend. And I’m so sorry I took this long!

He was amazing!

I’m not about to review his entire performance. (His new stuff is amazing and I can’t wait for it to be released!) But I will say, he is personable, amazingly talented, (I love his raspy voice) funny, interesting and still absolutely adorable. I loved hearing him talk to us in between each song. It made him so real.

I am just as in love now as I was back in the day.

I was a little disappointed in the audience, however.

I’ve never seen so many people continue to get up and walk out of the theater during the performance. (At one point he even made a comment to someone leaving, in jest, but still.)

There were a lot of High School kids there and ALL they wanted to hear was RENT songs. How rude.

Yes, he is the best Roger RENT will ever see. But that’s not what he’s all about.

He even performed some other Broadway tunes, rearranged to show off his own take on them. (talent) But he only did one RENT song, “One Song Glory“. And this was the loudest response he received. I was disappointed. He and his partner Larry worked hard on arranging this performance and they were showcasing all of the newer songs which deserved huge applause! And the RENT song got the most attention.

I still wonder how he feels about that.

Anyway, so I’m still in love with my Friday night and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

I have the Backyardigan’s special TiVo’ed for myself…not Fa this time around. *snort*

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Potty Training Round 5,989*

January 10, 2008

(*Initially written on 2/11/07 and I am reposting it here to celebrate our accomplishments! Looking at it now, I sound like a madwoman, and I didn’t see it then, but she was so getting ready and I should have just stayed calm…But I didn’t of course)

Ok, listen to this. Yesterday, Fa wanted to be nekkid ALL FRIGGIN DAY!
Yes.

Nude.
Bare ass.
Naked as a jaybird.
Nudie, like the day she was born.
All. Day. Long.

This started in the middle of the week. I found her naked in the living room on more than one occasion.

I approached this new milestone in many different ways.

I congratulated her on being able to FINALLY undress herself.

I ignored it.

I laughed.

I warned that we only do this at HOME.

I gently reminded her NOT to pee on my COUCH!

Then, I finally asked what she was thinking. After all, we can’t be nekkid all day long. We do leave the house once in a while and she does need to be clothed in order to go to school.

Her answer plain and simple. “Practicing to go on the potty Mom!”

Like, “You stooooopid jerk, what the hell do you think I’m doing…?”

So Friday, we went to go buy a little potty made especially for her. A Princess Potty. Complete with Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella and all the other women she really could care less about.

She was ecstatic! Excited to have it and raring to go…in it.

Saturday, she woke up and refused to put her clothes on. I didn’t argue, I figured ‘you go girl’, make it easy and just be naked…no panties to pull on and off and you can just plop a squat and be ready.

We trekked downstairs and she sat on that thing every chance she got. She watched TV on it, read and even ate her snack sitting on it. Did she put her goods in it?

Nope. Not once. All day.

She held it in. Again. All day.

After a while (hours upon hours), I could tell she needed to go. She sat and squeezed but only a dribble came out. We cheered and yelled and danced and sang nonetheless, and I gave her a sticker to put on the potty..that’s where she wants to put her reward stickers…On the pot.

The Pro came home from work to find her naked still and eating her dinner on the couch. I knew it was only a matter of time. She had been eating and drinking all day long. It had to come out some time.

She finally broke down. And peed. On my couch.

With that, she became embarrassed and threw the fit of all fits. Screaming and crying and yelling at The Pro to leave the house. She threw her toys and was enraged at it all.

With her begging for a Pamper, I dressed her and she peed.

She relaxed within seconds and that was that.

What the?

Don’t get it?

She refuses to sit on the pot. The big pot. The princess pot. Any pot out there…she just won’t do it.

The next size up from her Pampers size 6 is Depends.

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I’m such a Debbie Downer

January 9, 2008

With all of this holiday let down/BFF leaving me/meds kicking in….I forgot to mention one of the greatest events to happen in the casa de filthy laundry as of yet.

I know.

How could I do such a thing?

Stop being such a pissy pants and get on with the good stuff already, you say.

I said, I know.

Those of you who know me since the first blog that I started in June 2006, know that I have been sweating the potty training for almost that long.

Remember the poems I used to write?

As I sit you down to pee
I pray the Lord you won’t release
Upon the tiles beside the loo
Oh, please not again on my shoes!

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God grant me the serenity
to accept the fact that I cannot change Fa’s mind about sitting on the potty;
the courage to change her fears;
and the wisdom to know she won’t be wearing diapers to college.

Remember that I had approximately 25 Potty Posts and 35 Doodie Posts?

(For those of you who don’t know them, I will bring some of them back just to celebrate this amazing occurrence!)

Remember how I stressed?

Well, yeah she’s been potty trained since the summer now, which explains the lack of mention of this subject. It kinda got ignored since she’s been so friggin’ good at it.

However, I neglected to give this next tidbit the celebration it truly deserved. (Those of you in the throes of potty training will revel in my joy!)

We RETIRED the Princess Potty on her 4th birthday!

No shit.

It’s stored away in the basement. Fa doesn’t use it anymore! Ever.

She went through a long stretch where she would only poo on the princesses. Not anymore my friends! She poos on the big pot like the rest of potty trained civilization!

Oh Rapture!

No more dumping the contents out and disinfecting until you want to sneeze from the odor…

No more TOUCHING doodie by accident!

No more tripping over that stupid contraption in the middle of the night.

No more! No more! No more!!!

I’m free.

We are let loose (pardon the pun) of the restraints of those damn princesses. (I hated those bitches.)

Mocking me every time I had to clean the crap outta their little purple cup.

Smirking at my pain.

Tramps.

Well, they are put away in the princess tower of death for all of eternity. Those little whores.

Ah, the little celebrations of motherhood.

Revel with me, won’t you?