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."