an answer to a question

When I first titled my blog Tosh was curious as to where the name came from. At the time, I had just finished reading a book called Manhunting by Jennifer Crusie. The main characters spend a good amout of time sitting in a boat sleeping, drinking beer, and fishing with hookless fishinglines. That sounds like the perfect life to me.

Oddly enough, that's not where my title came from. It came from a song sung by the Kinleys. I filched the lyrics from here.

Dance In The Boat
(Tony Haseldon-Craig Bickhardt)

Bobby stops off at the bar
Showin' off his brand new car
Got the top laid down
He buys a round for all his friends
Daddy's money never ends
It's his job to spread it around

Now I've known Bobby all my life
And I know he ain't Mr. Right
But he ain't all wrong
He's just goin' nowhere fast
And every now and then he asks
If I'd like to ride along

I know a good time when I see one
And when I'm in the mood I can even be one
I can lead the parade or I can stop it
Sometimes I dance in the boat just to rock it

Guys are sometimes wild as weeds
Other girls get allergies
Every time they bloom
Me, I like a big bouquet
Variety's the spice they say
Exitement's a sweet perfume

I know a good time when I see one
And when I'm in the mood I can even be one
I can lead the parade or I can stop it
Sometimes I dance in the boat just to rock it

I know a good time when I see one
And when I'm in the mood I can even be one
I can lead the parade or I can stop it
Sometimes I dance in the boat just to rock it

So there. Go rock a boat. Or sink one...it could be fun with the right person along.

Going to the moon in a straight jacket

Toshia's whining and complaining: I am at work. Work sucks. Work is boring. I don't like it in here today. I don't want to do my homework. I wish I had a book to read. I am hungry. Is it time for dinner yet? My feet hurt. Is there anyone out there to talk to? Can I go home? Man, I want chocolate.

On a much, much, happier note...only three more days until the concert. Can't wait! Is it Saturday yet? Does anyone know how to make time fly?

Oh well. I'm going to go play games on yahoo.com until work is over at 5. Talk to y'all later.

A Dierks update.

I filched this from the Journal section on his website. As you can tell, his surgery went well and I still get to see him on Saturday. I'm so excited. And I just can't Hide it....

March 30, 2004
Knee surgery, encores, and other stories...
Hey everyone, as usual, I'm sorry about taking so long between posts. Today is the day after my knee surgery and it looks like i'll have a little extra time on my hands the next couple of days. Everything went well and I'm not in any
pain...combination of having a good surgeon and good pain pills! They sent me home with a video tape of the surgery, which I'm looking forward to checking out today. Kai told me he wants to use it as part of a pre show video intro... I hope he was kidding!

We've played seven shows with keith and kenny and other than me knee its been awesome. Keith takes his harley with him on the road and rides about everyday...looking forward to having mine out there as soon as I get better. Kenny plays basketball everyday after working out...I like working out every now and then but think i'll be laying off the hoops for awhile. Rod and I were playing a lot of hoops that first week. I messed my knee up and rod pulled a back muscle...were getting too old!

I didn't know too much about kenny before starting this tour. Turns out he is a great dude...the first thing he told me was that if me or anyone in my band had a problem with something or someone, he wanted us to come to him
first. his band and crew are all pretty young and like to have a lot of fun on the road. Kenny not only incorporates his band into his show, he often brings guys from his crew up on stage during his show. The coolest thing he does for me is bringing me and keith back up onstage every now and then for an encore. That's class.

I've had so many emails, cards and well wishes from the street teamers and hopefully soon to be street teamers, wishing me good luck. Thank you all vey much...I'm so blessed to not only have a great family but to also have
this whole other cumminty friends. God bless you all and see you on the road.
D

Meeting guys over feet

A strange thing happened to me this morning. First, this cute guy that's in my Econ class (and has the same advisor as me) sat next to me with his CD player going at a volume I approve of. I could here it. I'm not sure exactly what he was listening to, but it's the stort of stuff Matt and my sister Mel listen to. Anyhow next thing I know the both of us are head bobbing to it.

Later, after my western Civ class some guy stepped on my flip-flop. He was sorta cute. He patted me on the back and said sorry. It made me feel like a five year old.

It also reminded me of nineth grade when Matt broke my toe. It's our big running joke. About how we both need to watch where we're walking. Cuz afterall, it was his fault. (but he claims it's mine.)

We need YOU!!!

Alright now all you county fans need to head on over to CMT and vote for the Flameworthy awards. My favorite artists keith Urban, Dierks Bentley, Kenny Chesney, and Tim McGraw are all nominated for awards so head over and vote. I might even forgive you for not voting for my boys. Now that I look at these, Joe and Clint are the only ones who aren't up for any awards.

Also, tune in on saturday nights to the USA Network and vote for the next NASHVILLE STAR. My two favorites, Stacey Michelle and Mal Rogers ( the cute Irishman) have already been kicked off, so now I'm rooting for Jennifer Hicks and George Canyon (He's a Canadian. Although he doesn't wear the mount-me hat, he sings good. You thought I was gonna say he's hot didn't you. Well he's not and he's old and married.). You can check out their pics on the contestant page.

I suggest you check out the Mal-let also known as the Irish mohawk on Mal's web page.

Weirdly gross and kinda depressing

Read this article titled Why there will always be a need for men. I ran across it on the BBC and it's sorta weird. It makes sense and actually is rather funny for being more scientific in nature that literary.

It brings up the idea of gender determination, which personally I find a bit disturbing. Who's to stop people from making a "color by number baby"? But I can see how being able to choose a baby's sex could help stop the spread of genetic diseases and can balance out families. After all, I'm one of four girls. Even Tosh's family is off balance. Eight kids and only two are boys. When you look at the Camden's on Seventh Heaven you have three girls and four boys. That's a balanced family.

But messing around with nature freaks me out a bit. I don't want my kid to be the middle budwiser frog and have a leg growing out of his head or an extra eye. I can understand the reasons behind invitro processes, but to be able to have a perfectly healthy baby on your own and still have doctors mess around with the process. I don't think so.

Maybe I'm too Old Fashioned and expect the doctor to stay out of my bedroom.

Web page blues

Arg. I'm in my info media class and my stupid web space isn't working so I can't work on my web pages. That really really sucks. If ya'll wanna see how far I got before the damned network stalled you can check it out here.

Fun things to say II...

Bootyjammer

Crawl the warrior king

I'm turning Japanese.

Only you can prevent forest fires.

Cro-Mag

El Dorado

fink

The (Evil) Name Game

I am now in possesion of Lisa's blog...beware! And I intend to use it for evil purposes! Like for the name game...

nerdy turd burglar

peedoodle

assholic moron...or moronic asshole

booty jammer

kak

duck

shithead

numbskull

idiot

TYLER!

Now, beware of random (evil) names appearing in Lisa's blog. It is just I, the queen of the universe, putting you all back in your places by calling you names. You may also play along with this game, although do keep in mind that I rule you and therefore you can't bring me down with your pitiful attempts at meanness. I am the master!

Have a good day y'all!!!

Here it is...the story you've been waiting for...

Alright. I've been tantalizing everyone about my Econ alien abductions. Infact, I've even shared my insights with Matthew, so we know these are really happening.

I wake up and get ready for my Econ class. Then I hoof it over to Stewart hall's third floor for class, sit down in my desk, and select my pen and the proper notebook from my bag. Soon enough my Prof comes in with his balding head and wild white hair. He sets down his coffee, turns to the class, opens his mouth...

And nothing. I have no clue what happens until I hear a shuffling noise and the class prepares to leave. I look down and see strange symbols on my notebook that actually make some sort of sense.

Therefore, I've come to the conclusion that when aliens abduct you, they suck out all your brain matter, inhabit your body, and send you back when you have to move again be cause they are lazy pricks.

They could atleast have the courtesy to beam down into my head during tests. Think about all the possibilities.

...I wonder if their real heads are shaped like eggs? Maybe Easter eggs. That's all I need. A purple egg shaped brain sucker with Happy Easter scrawled across his forehead in neon green crayon.

The Battle of New Orleans

HA! I finally found the lyrics. Just reading them isn't as good as hearing the song, but they're still really entertaining.

The Battle Of New Orleans
Written by Jimmy Driftwood

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans


We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down the river and we see'd the British come
And there musta been a hund'erd of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hick'ry said we could take 'em by su'prise
If we didn't fire our musket till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... Well

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico


Yeah! they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah! they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

I filched it from here. That poor gator...the least he coulda done was eat a lobsterback first.

Fun things to say...

toad sticker

Rat bastard

John Jacob Jinglehimmer Schmit

Schmuck

I do not like Green Eggs and Ham, I will not eat them Sam I am.

i no baile con mi mono en la playa!

bleed

Jackson the president not mississippi

I love Andrew Jackson. He was such a rat bastard. I mean he was stuborn and mean and ornery and a backstabber. But I like him. Not completely sure why. Maybe it's because I used to live on a street named after him. Could be. He's also the hero of the Battle of New Orleans...Must find the lyrics or a recording of that song to post. Johnny Horton is great. Although I'm not sure if he's a rat bastard like good Ol Hickory. That is a stupid nickname. Remind me not to nickname people after trees.

"...for he's a jolly good fellow..."

I've always wondered about the lyrics to that song. Just what is he jolly good at? Licking jelly from tin cans? Glueing gobbler... waddler (what ever that long red thing is hanging off turkey chins is) to turkeys? Salting sardines by scraping dried sweat off of camels? Being the man that has to collect horse shit on parade routes? Stapling those cheap elastic strings to those cheap cone shaped birthday hats? He can't be a great lover because "jolly good" sounds more Santa Clause with his shaking bowl full of Jelly than Don Juan Demarco and Johnny Depp's mesmerizing gypsy looks.

Anyhow, Rich in Dallas has retired. He's one of many horses that played Seabiscuit. The trick now is to try to figure out which clips of the movie he's in and where exactly he's listed in the credits...

The fluff hit the fan.

That rumbly tumbly honey drinker (eater?) has had his day in court and won. Check out the article for all the details. Apparently, the company who owned the rights to Pooh merchandise stole some documents from Disney.

Now personally, I am a Pooh fan. I've always been a fan, a bigger one of Roo, but they didn't sell much stuff with him on it till recently. But piglet, Tigger (Tabby), and Eyore (Tosh and Erin) lovers are lucky enough to have plenty of t-shirts and strange things from underware to teapots with those character's mug plastered all over em. This is untrue for lovers of Kanga, Roo, Owl, Rabbit, and the groundhog ( who I can't remember his name but everyone should know who I'm talking about. If you don't you need to rent some Winnie the pooh movies or turn on Playhouse Disney tomarrow morning.). They are often overlooked. Afterall, Pooh has movies and so do Tigger, Piglet, and now even Roo has a leading role in the new movie.

Now I can't remember why I was all worked up over this. I guess that means that's the end of this rant.

Right to freedom to vote

Voting really isn't something I spend alot of time wondering about. I really don't have much of an interest in politics. Actually that sounds funny. I loved my World Politics class. I think I spent more time on projects than I really expected to. I've even held what could be considered political positions, like president of youth group and chair for fifth quarters and I even ran for church council.

Now that we've already figured out who our candidates are for the 2004 presidential elections, we're going to be bombared with all sorts of noise that's going to come flying out from between people's lips. Already we've got concerns over the World Trade towers and 9/11 in Dubbya's infomercial spots.

In Econ to day, which I still haven't blogged about my alien econ abductions, we endured a lecture about Public Choice Theory. My professor said that there's no use in getting lots of people to vote if they're standing in the booth with their fingers covering their eyes and poking in the dark to figure out their choices. Because in all reality the typical citizen isn't well informed about the issues. And further more, the typical voter isn't well informed either.

He went on to describe rational ignorance. This describes me. I chose to not know anything. Then I got ahold of a Seventeen article on the candidates and realized how much politics effect me alone.

I ran over to Rock the Vote to find out more. I have no idea how to register to vote, or even what the issues really are. So with the Dixie Chicks as an example, I checked the site and found out all sorts of useful info.

I didn't vote last year because the line for voting on campus is long. Really long. . . because everyone needed to register then. This way, it works out better. I still haven't figured out if my vote really counts for something. No matter how much I believe in our government, I see voting as a freedom that we are allowed, and I might vote just because of that, but first I have to register. Scary thought. I wonder if they use this to track you and make you pay secret taxes. I think I've been spending too much time with the conspiricy theorists.

More about my Books...

This must be quick because I've gotta head to class in a bit. I finished reading The Saint this morning. The book is really sort of funny. It's a historical romance, but there is a mystery thread running through it. The hero, Virgil, is trying to figure out why his older brother killed himself. And the book is funny because the heroine, Bianca, is his ward and they're attracted to each other and she keeps calling him Uncle Virgil. Quite entertaining.

Speaking of...Guilty Pleasures is written by Laura Lee Guhrke. I really enjoyed it because it was a historical with a historical bent to it I think. They're escavating a Roman Villa during the story. Anyhow I got the recomendation for the book here and the author's website is here.

Now I must run to econ to be abducted about aliens. More about that excitement later.

I MADE CORNBREAD!!!

So guess what! I hijacked Lisa's blog for my own entertainment. I'm beginning to think that I should do this whilst I'm at work now (I work in a computer lab on campus). Makes sense doesn't it?

Anywho, so I made cornbread muffins this weekend for Lisa and me this week at school. They, amazingly, turned out so damn good that ALL of them are gone already, and we've only been back since four this afternoon. Sad. But OH SO WONDERFUL! That is considering the fact that I can't cook. It's amazing that I can even make stuff out of a box. Although, I can make Mac n Cheese with the best of them. But that's about it. I mean, all you have to do is ask Lisa about the peanut butter cookie incident for christmas presents back in High School. Uh, yeah.

Hmm, I'm not quite as entertaining as Lisa and Erin with this thing, I'm going to have to work at that. But, I'll save that for another time. Who knows, maybe I'll do something stupid between now and, probably, tomorrow that I can write about on here. Seems highly probable. Well, either that or I failed a math test again and I can whine and complain about it on here.

Eh, as I like to say: Whatever floats your boat or sinks it, whichever you prefer. (Although, a lot of people seem to like their boats sunk. That's just an observation of mine, correct me if you think I'm wrong, or not.)

I've got books and books and books.

I'm a pretty happy camper. There's only seven days seperating me from my honeys. AND I got books from the library and Tosh this weekend.

Tosh bought me two Carly Philips books from Goodwill ( I love that store) this weekend. The Bachelor, which I've already read and it's good, possibly my favorite from the trilogy. It's about a panty snatcher. The other book is Simply Sinful. I haven't read it, but it has cherries on the cover.

From the library I picked up the other Madeline Hunter books I was rhapsodising on a while ago. I started The Saint and I already think I'm in love with the heroine. She's an American in England 1820's and wants to become an opera singer. I also have another Susan King book.

I finished All Quiet On the Western Front. It's a great book, but now wasn't the best time for me to read it. Reminded me too much of Matt and Iraq. I also finished reading this book called Guilty Pleasures. Absolutely adored it, but I'll ramble on more about it later. I can't remember the author's name. It's a historical romance tho.

To Those It May Concern...which should be everybody.

I filched this stuff from here where you can also find a pic on him on crutches.

March 23, 2004
It's true!
dierks in fact damaged his knee Saturday while in Biloxi on the Kenny Chesney tour. While we'd like for you to believe that it happened after dierks soared through the air doing a 360 dunk on Kenny during the regular preshow basketball ritual, we'd be lying. It seems that db decided to ignore the staircase he had just climbed up to reach the top of a stage riser, during Chesney's encore, only to jump down the entire flight thereby tearing his acl.

We are awaiting information from the doctor as to what kind of treatment and rehabilitation are required.

We'll keep you posted.

March 23, 2004
What Was He Thinkin'?
For Immediate Release
March 23, 2004


Dierks Bentley took a leap of faith last Saturday night in Biloxi, Mississippi ... and missed. The result - one torn up knee. According to Dr. Burton S. Elrod, Bentley has a torn ACL and an osteochondral defect of his lateral femoral condyle - this means he had a pretty significant shift in the knee that caused a "bone bruise" on the outside portion of the knee.

With surgery scheduled for March 29, a Gold celebration planned for March 30 had to be canceled. However, Bentley insists on appearing at all upcoming concert dates as planned.

The accident happened during the finale on the Guitar, Tiki Bars and Whole Lotta Love tour, when Bentley joined headliner Kenny Chesney and labelmate Keith Urban onstage. He was standing atop a raised portion of the stage when he made his injurious decision.

"Between 20,000 fans screaming and too much time in Kenny's vibe room partaking in free rum, I felt pretty invincible," he says. "I saw the stairs but opted to jump instead. It was definitely a 'what was I thinkin' moment.' "

A bad landing led to a buckling knee that left Bentley sprawled on the floor. But there's that old saying about how the show must go on. Working through the pain, Bentley managed to get back on his feet, smile and continue to walk the stage, shaking fans' hands and signing autographs.

Though unable to play in last night's Vince Gill's Celebrity Basketball Game benefiting Belmont University as scheduled, Bentley signed autographs and cheered from the sidelines. "Vince has always been supportive, so I wanted to be there for him," says Bentley, whose connection with Gill goes back to the early days of his career. Bentley was singing at a downtown Nashville bar, when Gill walked in. Not only did he accept the novice singer's invitation to join him onstage, Gill continued to play with Bentley for the next hour and twenty-two minutes. (Yes, Dierks timed it.). Last night, the two shared a stage again at the concert after the basketball game, performing "What Was I Thinkin'" and "My Last Name."

About that accent. . .

Today is the day that my honey is opening his newest movie. Check out the trailer and Heath's and Orlando's studly accents in Ned Kelly. Also, Keith Urban has his concert Who wouldn't Wanna be Here premering on CMT this weekend. AND A Knight's Tale is going to be on TV this weekend. Lots and lots of hot Aussies. Thought someone else might enjoy them as much as I'm going to.

Check out those gams!

Right now I'm reading a trilogy by Susan King. They're all about Scotland, which I think I've mentioned before. Anyhow on the back covers they have some plaid clad men and Me and Tosh were comparing them last night...

"Nothing like contemplating a guy's skirt,huh?" Tosh commented.

If you click on The Stone Maiden here you can contemplate those legs too.

I've finished the first two books and I'm almost done with The Sword Maiden. I'll let everyone know what I think when I'm done.

"Go Gonna-Be-Glue!"

I think this year, unless my favorite Halfbridled, runs in the Kentucky Derby, I'm going to be paying more attention to the Kentucky Oaks and the Triple tiara races instead of the Triple Crown. To chech out my sexy horse look here.

The derby and such is going to be avidly covered by me in this blog. So all of you guys better click on the links and place your bets. Come Hell or Highwater y'all are gonna be playing the ponies. Ask Tosh, I force this on her all the time.

Off-handed Ramblings on a wet day.

History class sucked today. We did our group debates and my group was assigned independent artisans against the Lowell Girl Factories. There wasn't really anything in our source book to help or even direct our argument. And my group wasn't all that helpful either. One kid dropped the class, the other girl never reads anything even when she does show up, and Jon is about as helpful as a leech. He just cracked me up about how women were susposed to act in 1830. Speaking of...I feel a feminist rant coming up about that.

Other than that, the people in my class are highly entertaining and the guy with like 17 siblings is really cute and sweet and he is funny as hell. Must make myself bump into him sometime. (although, being from such a big family he may not support my aspirations. Maybe I should groom him for Tosh). *wink wink*

My Info Media prof just walked in and is signed on to his comp. Sooner or later he's going to turn on his spy gear and watch me type about what he's doing. Hi, Plamen! *smirks at the comp screen*

I guess that's it for now. Unless I want to talk about the weather. It's wet out.

Stranger dreams that these.

Last night I had a dream about Dolly Parton singing a duet with Larry the Cumber. They were singing a song called Oh Susannah why do you hate salad. The chours had words like drippy runny nacho cheese, which I've been joking around with Tosh using those descripters. Sorta weird.

This dream has nothing on the dream I had last week. In that one, Me Tosh and Becky went to see the Seattle Mariners play in Ritche auditorium, except it was a pool and at halftime there was a beauty pagent and I was susposed to be in it except that a short man with an Irish accent was chasing me around campus, which morphed into Bemidji's campus, then back to mine. And Pat Benetar was playing the sound track music. What does Heartbreaker have to do with someone trying to chase me down and rape me? Did I mention I was wearing the dress I helped my sister pick out for her junior/senior dinner? Yeah. Really bizare. And I hate baseball.

And to top this off, Pat was on Charmed yesterday and she sang Heartbreaker. Maybe that's why I thought of that dream again.

Can't I just bite him in the neck?

Dinging around and found this. *wipes drool away with one hand* Rarrrrrrrr.

It's all in the family

Right. Putting off some more homework. It's just an American Past write-up and some prep work for my English paper confrence tomarrow. No big deal.

Anyhow. I went and saw Cheaper By the Dozen at the discount theater with Becky. I'm madly in love with this movie. I would highly recomend it. Check out the trailers. Steve Martin...need I say more? I'm not a big fan of his, but I'm now a bigger fan of Tom Welling (check pics out here at his website). Before this movie all I knew of him was that he's superman on Smallville on the WB (which I don't watch). Now I know he's really nice to look at and can carry off a comedy role. I hope he has more movies.

I love big families. I mean, my family is pretty big. I have three sisters. I love watching people's eyes bug out when I say that. I think that's also one of the reasons I'm drawn so much to Tosh's family. I mean I'm friends with her, and I would be no matter what, but I'm friends with her family. Hell I'm an extended part of her family. Infact, that's where I'm spending Easter. Be prepared for some cutesey, funny, embarassing stories. I always end up doing or watching something that fits under that heading.

I also have a big and close extended family, atleast on my Dad's side. I'm really great friends with all my cousins on that end, not pick and choose ones and ones I cannot stand to be around for more than five minutes like I can find among my mom's relatives. We (my cousins and I) got into all sorts of trouble as little kids. I remember my cousin trying to kill me with a hairbrush. And the time we went camping at Bunker Hills. And my 14th birthday party. This list goes on and on. I really can't remember ALL the things we did, but together the four of us can come up with a really long list.

Personally, I want a bunch of kids. Not quite as many as Tosh's mom, but atleast four I'm thinking right now. I had an arguement with my friend Tyler over this once. He's one of those people who think three is the best number because there's a couple of companions to play with. When I pointed out they gang up on each other constantly he shrugged. Atleast I'm open to evening the odds a bit. *rolls eyes* Who am I kidding. I just have a death wish. Everyone knows that kids keep you young. And only the good die young. Tosh insists I'm not as crazy as I think I am. But I've gotta be just a little bit bad.

Right?

I guess not.

taking a break

I'm taking a quick break from reading. I ran to the library and picked up some Susan King books. I've never read anything from her before, but I got the tip from my great buddies on the Lauren Royal street team. (A great bunch of women if I do say so.) I'm almost finshed with The Stone Maiden. It takes place in Scottland. I think it would be a beautiful place to visit, but I'm afraid that the magic of the books aren't going to be there.

This is untrue. I find magic in all sorts of normal places I visit everday. This morning I smelt cow crap on the breeze as I walked to class and it make me happy and content.

Becky just called. Going to the movies. Post more later.

Girly Crush

Saturday I managed to hear part of a song called Redneck Woman. I totally dig the song and found the video here. Gretchen Wilson is wicked. Check her out and let me know what you think. I always liked girls with attitudes.

First he's racist and now he's killing people

Check out this article from the BBC. I guess all I can say is that it's an R rated film and that these people might have a profound look at the afterlife. Good Lord, that's another really bad pun. I need another literary device to use. I hate puns.

Something to blog about.

Blog, not brag.

I got one of my Nation Of Nation write-ups back today in my American History class. Like normal I perused it then folded it up to be shoved in my pocket on the way to my next class. Well, I went to shove it in my pocket and somehow, the genius in me I guess, missed my pocket. It took me a second to figure out what I did, but when I looked on the ground, it was gone.

Determined not to be late I continued on to class and figured I could look for it later. Later came. I searched the entire area between Centennial and the Administrative building. No such thing as my paper to be found.

Somewhere out there, there is a stalker with my History paper. Only he, I, my professor, and all of you know that I got a 5 out of 10 and I accidentally used wasn't instead of was not and that I forgot the n in an. I can only pray that my stalker wants me for my body and not my brains.

Not quite Barry White.

I'm being really bad right now. I'm in my information media class and we're susposed to be writing for five minutes about what we remember about digital images. That's boring and I don't know all that much.

Last night Tosh and Becky talked me into playing hooky. I read my American History, and then I brought my English with to finish up. Yeah, like I actually accomplished that. We did however, watch Secondhand Lions. I really liked that movie. I'd definately rent it if you haven't seen it. The guy that played Jake in Sweet Home Alabama has a very small part. I think I need to find out more about him. I could listen to him talk all day.

What is it with me and accents? I mean I love Heath Ledger and Keith Urban's amazing Austrailian accents. Then there's that Irish thing that I can't get enough of. I mean Colin Ferrel isn't my cup of OJ but his voice is sexy as hell. Then there's the southern thing. I could melt over Josh Lucas and Matthew McConaughey. They have that great American Southern drawl. Then there's the crisp haughtyness of the Brit accent. I mean, I could get used to that snotty voice saying some not so snotty things in my ear. . . . well, atleast I'm not picky.

Ignoring the ever growing pile of shit on my desk. Unlike Angel, my desk is not clean nor are my drawers.

I should be doing homework. Actually, I think most of my blog entries contain this sentence. I don't feel like it. I have to write some cause/effect thing for my English class. Plus I have my regular chapter write-up/quiz for my American History class to do. I've been ignoring them and reading my Jane mag I got in the mail today. It's a great mag for women. They're sarcastic and funny and serious and not the typical women must be skinny sluts with huge knockers. Well, I suspose they wouldn't hate you if you were, but it's a great mag anyway. You can check out their site here.

I guess I should quit putting this homework stuff off. I still want to go to the library tonight for some new porn books. I know I'm reading All Quiet on the Western Front for my Civ class and I have to write that book review by next Monday, but the book is about war and death and Matthew left for Kuwait on the 12th. I don't want to think about 20 year old men dying right now. But so far it's a good book.

Listening to Gavin DeGraw right now. I gotta bring the cd back because it's due. The album isn't anything to sing about. *laughs uproariously* Bad pun. I love track 8: I don't want to be. It's the theme to One Tree Hill, which I watch almost religiously on Tuesdays. That's where I first heard of Gavin.

Alright, is there anything else I feel like sharing? Nope. I think that's it.

...Oh, wait! My new favorite song! Of course! How could I really forget to spread my happiness to everyone else. It's called Loco and is sung by David Lee Murphy. He's the guy who sang Dust on the Bottle in the 90's. He's got a new album coming out and you can listen to it on CMT.com on the listening party page. I haven't listened to the album, but the song is out as a single right now. And a little bit crazy is alright.

...wink wink...

some art stuff

I know I don't come off as the artsy sort. I mean I can dig a decent classic art print, but I can't stand abstract stuff even my own. Anyhow, I found some really great prints Erin's going to dig here. This is an artist of the links page of my favorite fantasy artist and I sorta like her work too. Erin needs to check out Arachane. I think this is the place for inspiration for your next halloween costume.

Thinking in thought bubbles and cartoon swear words

I'm split watching the PBR and What Women Want. I switch on the commercials, or rather, Tosh flips then and when ever else she wants. Right now Mel Gibson is putting on lipstick and trying all the other women's products. This is not my favorite part. My favorite part is when Helen Hunt looks at his penis and Mel can read her thoughts. That is great.

I'm so happy people can't read my thoughts. I was contemplating that idea this morning during church. The pastor was giving his sermon on the Prodgical Son. I was sitting in the back with my buddy Vic. He's this great old guy who's got an attitude. He's seen many sides of life and has exact ideas about how things should go. He's not "crusty" yet, but some day in the future he might become so. Anyway, his wife is in the choir and my family was on the other side of the sanctuary. I was sitting there thinking about whether or not I wanted to pull the wallpaper down in my grandma's kitchen or glue it back on the wall. Then I got this crazy idea as if the entire congregation was sitting in a comic strip and each person had their very own thought bubble.

The little boy pulling on his sister's hair is thinking about spitting his lime green lifesavor into it. The blonde with the chunky glasses is thinking about how much food it's going to take to feed her in-laws. The stuck up girl in the pristine white tanktop is thinking droolworthy thoughts about the hottie five rows up that's trying to come up with song lyrics that rhyme with "choking on a grape" but rape and ape just don't seem to work. And then there's that middle aged guy who's hair is contemplating going grey, who's wife dragged him to church, who is counting all of the people over the age of twelve wearing blue shirts who pick their nose during the sermon. 17, 18,19, It goes on and on and on and on...

I also spent quite a bit of that fifteen minutes trying to decide what to plant this summer since I'm going to give container gardening a try. I have a black thumb. I was thinking about planting herbs, like rosemary, thyme, lavender, cilantro, parsley, ginger, that sort of stuff. Or maybe, some wildflowers. I love daises. Purple is my favorite color, but I could work with some wildly bright orange or yellow flowers. I love morning glories. Oh and moonflowers. Those sound so magical. I think I'm going to have to look at those.

Procrastination is my middle name

I'm back at school. I should be working on my assignment for my Western Civ class. I haven't read my chapter or any of my source documents I'm susposed to write about. I'm going to end up writing them tomarrow morning before I head off to Econ. I wonder what I got on that test...I don't think I ever looked...

I'm being wickedly bad and watching Mythbusters. The guys are launching frozen and thawed chickens into airplane winshields. The only thing I can say is that I'm going into the wrong field. I should become a mythbuster and blow stuff up. It was one of my favorite pastimes in highschool. At Matt's we once put a crapload of pyrodex into a tube, then sunk it inside a popcan to the bottom of the lagoon to see what kind of reaction we would get. Wicked.

The Un-spoiler

I played hooky with my mom today and saw The Passion of the Christ. I'm going to talk about it so if you don't want me to "wreck the ending" quit reading. Besides, you really can't wreck the ending because it's all written down already. Like the Titanic, you already know what's going to happen, it's the journey you go for.

Anyway, I've heard a lot of things about the movie before I'd ever seen it. First is the controversy that the movie claims that the Jews condemned Jesus to death. Let us think on that. The Bible claims that Jesus died for our sins, so it's stupid to even say that. In Mel Gibson's movie, the High Jewish Priests are followed by a mysterious cloaked figure who speaks even. Obviously, he's the devil. So that tosses that one down the drain.

The other thing I heard is that it would make me think about my religion, life, and that I'd cry. Well, it has certainly proved a bit true for those rumors too. To satisfy Tosh, I wasn't a blubbering fool. My eyes misted while they were whipping the lifeblood from him. And a few tears leaked when his mother ran to him in that childhood/cross procession sequence. Then I misted again when he was on the cross waiting to die. Especially during the "I am the way and the truth and the life" bit. I love that verse from the Bible.

Other than a few glisening tears, I'll admit to gritting my teeth every time he was whipped. And when that soldier yanked Jesus's shoulder out of its socket, I fully realized I could never have been Christ. I would have lost it along time ago and blacked out because of all the pain. I also developed a small crush on the actor who played the disciple that accompanied the two Marys on this bloody journey. Apparently he isn't a big title character because he isn't listed on the bio page.

I also loved that it was in a foreign tongue, even though I can't stand most subtitled flicks. When they were whipping him, I half understood what they were saying. It's remarkable how closely languages are related. Okay, I'll corral the social scientist.

My favorite part, aside from that crow pecking the guy's eyes out was the end when the stone was rolled away, the shroud deflated and he walked naked into the sun. It gave you hope. When I got out to the car, Hillary Duff was on the radio singing Come Clean. I think that almost enhanced the whole experience. Jesus died for my sins and I was washed clean. It was a bit exhilarating.

While driving home, I started contemplating some things about me and church. For instance, when my church built a new sanctuary the congregation was invited to write a Bible verse on the floor that would be covered up with carpet. The idea was that the words would rise up and the church would be filled with the teachings. Most people wrote verses of love and joy and hope. I took a verse from Judges about Jael hammering a tent peg through Siceria's temple.

At the time, I was fascinated with that story. It was about this woman who had amazing calm, wit, and the strength of will to be a great warrior. It was the sort of grotesque thing that held my interest. That I admired. That I hoped I could do if I was in her place. Other people did not see my message of strength, Iron will, faith, or the message of being a warrior for God. They were appalled that I would desecrate this ritual of spreading the good with such an ugly message.

This I believe is ignorance. You cannot allow all the good to shine through with out letting in the bad also. My message reminded us that there is evil in the world, that there are bad deeds. Good bad deeds and bad bad deeds. It makes us look deeper at the act, the reasons for it. It proves that there isn't a black and white side to the law. Is what happened to Jesus just? Did they act in accordance to the law? Does it really matter?

Let the rain fall down/And wake my dreams
Let it wash away/My sanity/'cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream/Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

I am clean.

like pulling teeth

I went to the dentist today. No cavities, I'm a lucky girl.

It's been a long while since I typed. Being in Nodak makes me lazy. I could have been on here sunday or even yesterday writing up some cute little snippet, but I bailed on that in favor of spending time with my family, my dogs, and reading some more books.

Speaking of, I finished Luke. It was a really sweet story. I never really understood why Luke was the way he was until I read his book. Now I understand his part in the series much more. I also enjoyed the idea of a Princess coming to America. In most historical Romances, it's the American's who go to Europe to catch some old money.

I've also started and finished The Seducer by Madeline Hunter. Loved it. Loved it Loved it. There are three other books that go with this one and I can't wait to get started on tracking them down. Yea for me.

By the way, I have learned about the minds of children. I had to help my little sister study for her social studies test tomarrow. It went something like this:

"Who is Leonardo Da Vinci?"

"a turtle."

"A turtle?"

"Yeah, there's also Michaelangelo and Raphel. Ya know, Leo, Mikey, Raph, and Donnie. You were singing that song at the mall."

Only my sister.

And if it's not the sister it's the pastor.

Sunday morning, I wake up to my 13 year old sister singing the theme song to Teen Titans at the top of her lungs. My littlest sister is running down the stairs inquireing after her glasses. My dad's getting ready for work and my mom's eating breakfast. My other sister is sitting at the kitchen table in her pj's head halfway in her bowl of cereal.

Lucky me, I don't have to get into town right away, so after my parents and two littlest sisters leave, I lounge around and then let the dogs out. I realize I have no clean shirts that go with my pants, so I dig through the laundry for the cleanest shirt possible. I don't have any socks either, so I go sockless with my sneeks. Since I was so lazy I pulled one of those claw cilps that I carry on my car visors down and toss my hair up. Me and Mel leave ten minutes late, but still manage to get to church about the right time. The pastor is in the middle of announcements when I wrangle myself and sister into the pew next to my mom, sisters, and their friend. I shrug my jacket off and begin to redo my hair so it looks like it was put up, not tossed up in the car right before I walked in. Just then the pastor looks up and says, "Lisa, glad to see you made it home." Part of the congragation looked back to see me with both hands on my head holding my hair up into a twist.

Amazing how God smiles on people. I think he was busting a gut while watching that.

I got some!!!

Well, I've made it out here to Nodak safe and sound. Although, Becky and Erin will be happy when I mention some boys I ran into on my drive. We have this running joke about how the most "action" I've seen has been that one time when I slammed some really hot guy from the fourth floor in the head with the stairwell door. This happened back in like October.

On the outskirts of Alexandria a blue car with three guys ended up on my tail, and the flirted, passed my car, and waved at me all the way to Fergus when I reached my exit. The guys that did the waving and laughing weren't all that hot. But the driver...Yeah, he could become a fantasy actor. I guess we'll have to see.

I went for a walk with my dogs today. It's my favorite thing to do when I come home, but it is fraught with danger. Almost everytime I go out with them, something happens. I've been chased by a deer, sprayed by a skunk, hit in the head by a bird, and I've had to chase the dogs away from chickens, pheasants, and grab a hold of them so they wouldn't chase after coyotes. Today, the wind blew my jacket off and I had to chase it across a rather large wet puddle that has accumulated in the ditch alongside the driveway. The dogs decided that this was an occasion to show me how wrong I am for encouraging their bad habits. Jake ambled right through the puddle tossing up spray, and Shiner jumped all over my clean clothes.

I finished reading Matt last night. It was good. Matt seems like a really great guy that has slowly learned to overcome the bad in his life. AND he's a hot guy that doesn't think much of his looks because he's blonde and not dark. That's sexy in itself.

I started reading Luke this afternoon. It's another Leigh Greenwood book in the Cowboys series. The heroine is a Princess in a small European country that has been wracked and ravaged by the Revolutions of the nineteenth century. This is sorta cool to read about since we're covering them now in my Western Civ class.

That reminds me. I have to read All Quiet on the Western Front for that class. I've heard it's really good. I'll let you know.

Waiting to start to end it

My feet are cold, I'm tired, and I'm craving steak. It's really too bad they don't serve food like that here on campus. I think I'm going to have to settle for a roast beef sandwich.

I'm in my computer class waiting for it to start so it can end. I really don't want to do much of anything today.

I have books in at the Library so I'm going to have to go pick them up. One is Matt by Leigh Greenwood. It's from his Cowboys series. Matt is going to be an interesting book because the "hero" was sexually abused as a child so I'm anticipating a lot of emotional tension.

I could be wrong. After all, I don't know anything about it. Although, I've been watching Law and Order SVU a lot lately. I can't believe some of the things people do to kids. Last night there was an episode where this celebrity couple would foist their daughter off on nannys and tutors. The child would purposely hurt herself to get attention and the parents still didn't do anything. They just paid off doctors and such to keep the incidents quiet. The prosecutor finally got them to family court and started reading off all of these major incidents like multiple broken ribs, sprained wrists, dislocated shoulders and such. The mother didn't even know when these things had happened, and yet the court still put the child back with the parents. I couldn't imagine not knowing when important things like that happen in my kids lives. I can't even imagine not knowing when things like that happen in my sister's lives now or even in my goddaughter's life.

I guess that's just the way I was brought up. I am afterall a big sister and they are meant to be bossy, nosy people. Infact, this weekend I'm gearing up to do some big sister type stuff. One sister wants to go to the movies to see Brother Bear, the other wants me to help with a school project, and the last expects me to take her to Bismarck to go shopping. I'm just excited about being able to run with my doggies. Running alone is lonely, although I've never been attacked by other animals like I do when I'm running with my dogs.

***As a side note, while I'm writing this, my prof just read what I wrote last class in our anonymous venting session. I can't remember exactly what I wrote, but it had something to do with beating computers and then having the "redneck" belief of fixing things with a good beating and duct tape. The class and the Prof laughed. I guess someone thinks I'm funny.

The other CCR and the Federalist party

I'm blogging to put off homework. I have some stupid paper write up about the demise of the Federalist party due in my American History class tomorrow. The class isn't bad. No tests. No final. Just lots of writing and the most annoying professor. He's a poster child for ADHD. He never stops moving or talking. It's like watching the Roadrunner on steroids. I can't look at him when he talks. It's not that his nose is crooked, but that his face is. Yes. I'm being mean. It's a bad habit of mine that I'm trying to fix.

Oh yes. Dodging homework. I'm chillin' with Cross Canadian Ragweed. Great band. They're country, but have this awesome southern rock thing going. No one could replace the melodic singalong quality of Creedence Clearwater Revival, but Ragweed is definitely a band to check out. Their new album Soul Gravy came out yesterday and you can listen to the tracks here under listening party. My favorite cuts are Lonely Girl and Cold Hearted Woman. The best lyric being Cold Hearted Woman I'm going to put you in the ground. Not exactly classy, but then again, my preferable footwear is bare feet.

It's raining and I want to go outside and play.

Oh Well, back to the Congressional Election of 1794. I hope that I really get to teach some brats this someday, and I'm not going to do it in this pathetically boring way. Maybe I can incorporate glitter and orange dye into a lesson plan...must think on that.

Shamelessly depressing thoughts. . . With a droolworthy upside

How messed up is this? I can't believe some of the things people do. This is another insane thing. I don't understand how humanity can be so horrible. You hear about all these bad things that happen in war, or in other countries, and it doesn't phase you, but when something happens real close to you it slams it home.

I remember when Dru was taken from that parking lot. The next day there were posters all over our campus miles and miles away. I went to Nodak that weekend to see my parents and I wouldn't stop at any of my normal homeward bound haunts. I was sure if I stopped at a rest area I was going to walk into a bathroom stall and see that poor girl's brains sprayed on the wall and her blood leaking down the floor drains.

I finally started reading my Jane Mag for this last month. In it they have an article about two Native American girls who were murdered on their reservation and didn't make the national news like Dru did. That is shameful. These girls killers can't be prosecuted right because of the way laws work, but the public doesn't know about the horrible situation at all.

Thinking about this, makes one wonder if it's right. After all we get bombarded with all sorts of crazy, insane, and stomach acid sloshing stories. But these women are afraid to go to the authorities because of things the US government has done to native women in the past.

On the upside, I think I have found my new favorite chew toy. Touching Evil debuts on the USA network Friday night. The previews make me drool, laugh, and get lines stuck in my head. My favorite being:

"They say I've lost certain faculties."

"Like what?"

"I have no shame."

And look at this Jeffrey Donovan guy. He makes me want to be very bad. But I know he'd be the sort of cop who would beat the snot out of the perps I talked about above.

Mayo, door pins, and the War of 1812

It's been a busy day. I'm so tired and hungry. English was a trip this morning. I have this kid in that class who insists on perpetuating the rich boy, male chovanistic whiner stereotype. He thinks I can't stand him because he's a Republican. That's not it at all.

Exhibit A. For class I had to present a presentation on the next generation of civility and my topic was marraige. I told everyone to mix it up gender wise because it would affect them later. This guy pairs up with a guy. When I announce that they are a married couple he shouts "I'm going to hell!" at the celing and refuses to participate in the project. This doesn't help me.

Exhibit B. In a discussion about role models he says that people buy things because of advertising. This is true. His next sentence is the example of a professional athelete wearing red socks so "everyone" else does. Then he got offended when I told him that's crap. I hate red. If my favoirite athelete (which right now is either Chris Hovan from the Vikes or Jake Delhome from the panthers) wears red socks I wouldn't wear them because I hate red. I can enjoy watching diet coke comercials but I would never drink it because it tastes like crap. He was so upset about that.

Anyhow, I'm annoyed with my car. The door pin keeps falling out and it won't stay put. I think I found a job for my dad over spring break. Yeah. Else ways, The war of 1812 was a big deal. The only thing we did was end some fighting. However, we did get a really cool song called the Battle of New Orleans that Johnny Horton sings. If you've never heard it you should. It's a real patriotic song. Well... except for that gator. Poor guy.

I should be going. My prof is starting us on more web development stuff. I bet he's watching me on his spy teacher computer.

Hey all you women

I almost forgot. Today's International Women's day. My very cool History prof brought it up today. He was talking about what a King or Queen would do about Russia in the 1850's. He was lecturing on the Crimenian War and how Russia got their asses handed to them. He also called some guy a rat bastard. It was entertaining. Hell, it's always entertaining. Oh yeah Int women's day. Oh happy day to all whom it may apply, and I forgive the rest of you who are smirking. I'm a girl and I'm proud of that. Deal with it.

Love sick frost

Yep. Lovesick Frost. That's the name of my new nailpolish color that is soon to grace my toes. I bought it this weekend on my weird shopping trip. Tosh decided to bond with her little sis this weekend so Sis Erin joined us on our weekly Walmart run. And you'd never guess what I bought...A cowboy hat!!!

It's so crazy. I'm so excited on my upcoming viewing of the Guitars, Tiki Bars, and a Whole Lotta Love Tour with Kenny Chesney, Keith urban, and Dierks Bentley. Me and Tosh and Tiff and Anna are going. Now I've got a cowboy hat to wear. I also think I'm driving my Grandma nuts because I haven't listened to anyone else on the radio.

Yeah. Besides that...

Erin has spring break this week so she's holing up with me and Tosh for a bit. It's like a giant slumber party. Last night we stayed up way past bedtime watching Mythbusters on the Discovery Channel. They put dead pigs into a 'vette to see if they could clean the smell out. Extremely disgusting, but strangely cool at the same time. They also made a tree cannon, which as Tosh pointed out, we've already been there did that over at Matt's house. Long live the "flare."

Oh and I talked to Matt last nite on line a bit. He's leaving Cali in a few days. Next stop is Kuwait. I think I can handle the wait on that. My cousin John is overseas some where already. He says he's counting down the days until September 2005 because he's gonna get me shitfaced for my belated birthday. I think his exact words were, "September. You're Mine." Yeah right.

Well, I should really dig into my American History text so I can do my question write up. I skipped it this weekend because I picked up a new book. Jake by Leigh Greenwood. I love his books. They're western romance novels written by this guy and they're awesome. The men are real. So real sexy that I'm half in love with all the heroes and the women strong, sweet, and real too. Women you can really admire. Yes. Well. Back to the dryer stuff.

Aching for Xmen

Oh good Lord. I'm so full. I just stuffed an entire baked potato down my throat. Yummy. Now I'm gearing up for Xmen 2 and some raspberry sherbert. I love Hugh Jackman. He plays the nicest badass. Oh baby I have a weakness for those.

Right now I'm watching Saved By the Bell. They've chopped up the wedding in Los Vegas movie into segments for TBS. It's so hilarious. The guys are dancing around in those lounge dancer costumes that Cher wears to like the Oscars and stuff. How often to you see sleekly muscled guys wearing red glittery sparkle bras. Yeah. I though so.

Hum. Wolverine. Yummy. I wonder if I still have that poster of him. I think he's definitely going up on the wall this weekend. Oh the bad boys I dream. . .

Ha. Well, Erin's been after me to do this for so long I couldn't hold off on the temptation any longer. So this is it, my blog. It's gonna be really weird though because knowing me, I'm going to keep writing in my regular journal. It'll be the battle of the dueling journals.

So ha. I'm sure I should put a bunch of more stuff up here than just this ramblin' but I really am just plain weirded out that I'm even doing this. Yeah. That looks good. The bummer is that this doesn't smell like fresh paper. It smells like the peach smoothie I had for dinner. MMM good.