i officially have a new favorite singer...i have his song playing now...Damien Rice. he's not totally hot, but i'd let him have my babies...i mean come on, irish accent....sings cool songs, probably rich and has an in with the music types....does that all sound kind of superficial? lol

been a while....let's see. what has been going on in short....

 

1) moved to a different department at work. now i just write emails to stupid people instead of having to talk to stupid people all day. how exciting!

 

2) directing  the easter production at church.... wrote it with my aunt and a bit of input from my friend rob. click here if you want to read it http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd2/20715/Easter_Script_2006_1_.doc

 

3) learning buttloads of music for easter (buncha stuff for the production that i never get to practice with the other 5 singers cuz they practice while i'm rehearsing the drama....gahhhhh.......and i just got asked to play piano with the ensemble they have doing the music for easter morning too)

 

4) Josephine from church is running the musical at the christian school...fiddler on the roof. apparantly the studen pianist is getting a little overwhelemed and having difficulties with some of the harder music and the other kids are learning to her mistakes. so Jose wants me to record the piano for rehearsals...the show's in May, that means this has to be done...like...yesterday. i've never heard the music before. this could be quite the  interesting sight read.

 

5) saw the neices a couple weeks ago. HOW MUCH CUTENESS ARE THEY! aaaaaaand there's another one about to be popped too. i hope it's a boy this time. after all, variety is the spice of life.

 

6) i've gotten thorougly addicted to the tv series "LOST". i can't even begin to describe........aaaaaah

 

 

alright, the "plunder" cds are out. ooooooh.....here is one of my favorite songs from it. if you think you hear any female BVs in there you probably do....that would be me. it's just hard to hear lol. if anybody wants a copy they're $10 and you get a handy dandy lil' cd jacket complete with pictures of ME on it....not  that you can actually see my face or anything....but you can pretend!

ALRIGHT, i just need  to announce to the world that i have decided my current list of requirements needing to be fulfilled by a potential man stallion o' love before i accept his proposal needs to be updated. he must be a man with a little more than just a tan. now now, don't take offense.....and yes, i'm talking to you white boys out there. i know, you're sad you can't have me anymore  but please PLEASE, don't let me be the cause of much grief and sadness. i promise you, there are other chunky white monkeys out there who are DYIN fo yo lovin'. whoa, do you love how i'm talkin like a "wigge"r? (chris ann said i had to put that in since i just said it to her, and i might as well since i'm throwing down every other uncensored thought that's popping into my head right now). oh hold on, i must listen to the sweet sweet strains of da black gospel a la yolanda adams for a moment. excuse me whilst i go dance like a fool......brb.......ok, i'm back. WHOOOOOOOO mamma, dat is some SWEEEEEEEEET tunes. ok, i have to stop that now. alistair says i could fool people that i'm black if i coloured my feet and hands and neck up, and he's from south africa so he should know. but i better get back to my whitey whiteness before i lose myself completely. besides, chris ann and i have to compile us a list of people to recruit for the choir i'm going to need to do the victory song at church. come on, you're hearing it! does that not rock your sox!? i'ma gonna get danielle to choreograph her hip hop dancers and some stuff for the choir as well. the only problem i see with that is that we really do only have a caucasian pool to draw from, and let's face it people...we generally, for the MOST part have no rhythm at all with the exception of a select few. all i can say is good luck to danielle who hasn't even really agreed to do this yet but i will hunt her down and lock her in my back shed til she aquiesces if that's what it takes.....

 

ps, if any african canadians / african americans / plain ol down home wanna shout the love of Jesus originating from the mother land africans want to join us and haven't taken TOTAL offense to what i just said cuz you know i'm just telling it like it is and there's nothing wrong with any of the above categories (and you KNOW i would buy my way in if it was a club. seriously) then you should let me know so we can add you to our growing (and practically glowing) numbers.

so there i am....minding my own business...pullin some weeds out front. all of a sudden i say to myself "hey self....if you get something NOW to carry all these back to the compost with it will be a lot easier when you have to get rid of them...." so up my front steps i go. i pull on the door handle....*shake shake shake*. what's this? it's locked? SHUT UP! you have GOT to be kidding me!!! now, really the lock is just pretty much one of those bedroom door handle locks where you just push in the handle and twist it. not exactly secure (probably a good thing that if someone wanted to break into my house....which they TOTALLY could...i could fully kick @$$ and take some names) and probably i could just fiddle it open with a coat hanger. except for one little thing....i tend to keep my coat hangers INSIDE!!!. OK i say to myself, i COULD just bust down the door and i'm pretty sure it wouldn't take a whole heck of a lot. but then i'd have to fix it, and i'm probably getting a little ahead of myself. and then DING, the lightbulb goes on. the landlady STILL hasn't had the guy out that's supposed to fix my windows. the living room ones have just slid out of their seals is all, but the bedroom window has a broken latch. which MEANS i can just pull it open from the outside. so i head to the backyard to assess the situation. now here's the problem. it's a fairly small window. and it's the kind where only the top half opens, and it just swings out on hinges, so you actually only have about half of the half's worth of space to fit through because of the way it opens. now you might not think that's SO much of a problem except for the fact that i'm no skinny lady. however, determination and years of flexibility promoting dance classes prevailed. So first things first, tug open the window. it was only held in by a hair elastic so that wasn't so hard. next, perch precariously on the back porch railing right below the window. then it's time to get the show on the road. i swung my head up and under the window and thought "hmm, maybe this isn't such a good idea. all of a sudden when i realize the awkwardness of just even ducking my head under here, it's not seeming like the most clever thing i could think of to do with my time". but hey, onwards and upwards...now comes the biggest challange. the girls. it is at this moment i take the time to thank the good Lord for having the sense to make them out of fat rather than other less maneuverable substances. ok, now that we've got my...er....buddies..up and over the bottom half of the window there's definitely no turning back. it's not unlike having an arrowhead stuck in you...there's a point facing forward but 2 points facing back...so you would do more damage to pull it out than to just charge right on through. that's kinda how it is when you've gone and trapped the girls on one side of a teeny window and the rest of you on the other. there's no turning back. now here's the problem. the railing is a little too low to get a good push off and i have nothing to grab on the inside to pull me in. besides...then what? dump myself head/neck first on the floor? methinks not. so i call my pretzeling skillz into practice and pull my left leg up and through the window...have you ever had your foot so close to your head you could probably suck your toe and then give yourself a wet willie with it? irrelevant. anyways, so now i'm straddling this window with nowhere to stick my left foot and my right foot on a fairly slippery rail with not a heck of a lot of surface area to plant it on. do i just push off and fall in? at least it's not my head that will land first anymore, but i'm pretty sure my butt will protest so that's still not sounding like my favorite option. so i shove my arms back outside and hold on to the top of the sill and pull my poor abandoned right leg through....aaaaaaaaand victory! drop down onto the bed with all limbs (and other appendages) in tact. all this in a matter of 60 seconds or less. i should break into houses for a living. CLEARLY i've got the talent for it. anyways, first order of business, hide the spare key OUTside. some people prefer not to do that, thinking it's not secure. but seriously people. it's not like my house is the frigging pentagon. i'm pretty sure hunting down a key would be the last thing on any potential burgler's agenda. anyways, i've got my vicious attack cat to protect me. right.

i know i know. it's been a while. unfortunately for some reason there's a couple spaces sites that don't work from my home computer. my own being one of them. so i don't really get the chance to update. i might have to delete it and try again. which would fully suck considering the amount of stupid work one of these things take. anywayz, i don't have much time for it regardless at the moment. now that christmas is over i have to get writing the easter production script. have to have it done by february (as well as music chosen, CCLI dealt with....all that jazz), have auditions done by mid feb and into rehearsals. show in mid april and may or june we'll be starting up with christmas again. it's a never ending cycle.

 

a friend of mine lost his sister to cancer yesterday. any prayers for him and his family would be appreciated. thanx

 

 

 

 

 

 

another day another dollar...i love working in the mines...mmm salty. my 3rd day on the phones with t-mobile and already i think i can safely say i've settled into being able to call my job boring at best. but hey, at least it saves me from having to turn tricks for a living.....i mean, one can only blow milk out their nostrils so much before it starts to be uncomfortable. and i'm not even sure how much those kinds of tricks get you these days. i must say though, if it came down to nostril milk tricks or serving up fries with that, i'd definitely be tempted to buy me a cow for the business.

 

here's a fun lil' tidbit i found on wendy loooooo's space....quote by jimmy falon i think?

 

 

hey chris-ann....i think i shall have to dedicate a blog to YOUR hottness as well..OW OW!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just call me luther, and these are my 95 theses....ok, not quite 95. not even close. and actually not theses either... but you get the picture. if you had read the blog about a week back titled "good times at ET" you will have a bit of a background on the ongoing issue at my church concerning the worship in all its' aspects. if not, let's bring you up to speed in 30 seconds or less...old people don't like the new music, loaded people threatened to leave because they are in the "old person not liking young music" category, board / pastor concerned about said person leaving... said person IS after all loaded which equates to a tasty tithe. band that i'm in banned from sunday morning worship due to complaints of old loaded person who not only attacked our chosen music style but also our style of dress...the guys did not tuck in their shirts and have them buttoned all the way to the top you see. members of band accused of trying to gain glory and attention by solos done and songs chosen. well, there's a lot more than that, but i promised 30 seconds or less. anyways, there's a board meeting on tuesday at which one of the worship leaders is presenting on behalf of the rest of us poor sods. i'm feeling a little bit of an esther moment here...like the only reason she's "gained an audience with the king" is because she's one of the pastors' wife...therefore she is favoured. that, however, is beside the point. so, i wrote a letter for her to either keep in mind while presenting her "arguments", or to simply give to the board as a letter.with how vocal i am about this issue i'm definitely about to be poo canned anyways so it doesn't really matter. the days of the golden child are no more. actually maybe they never were...but indifference can sometimes be interpreted as appreciation if you keep your "they love me, they really love me!" blinders on.....i digress...i thought i might share with you a few of the jewels from my letter with my own personal interpretations of how i would LIKE to say them but can't in the interest of diplomacy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

at Jason's suggestion (that would be 'airwolf' to all you internet monkeys out there....imagine...we have real names! ) i have compiled a list of my "selling points to attract a husband"...if y'all dig what's in my list you should drop me a line...mostly cuz you'll probably be the only freak of nature out there that's into any of this and i better take what i can get lol....

 

 

1.  i can type with my toes...still working on my speed....but i gots skillz....imagine what ELSE i can do with my toes....like play piano of course....and there was that time i grabbed a fry off a plate and whipped it up to my mouth in like 1.2 seconds flat...yes people, i had just washed my feet lol...hey! i just like to be prepared for unforseen circumstances like...uh...becoming the war amps poster child and losing both arms...so sue me

 

2. aside from the fact that i can type with my toes i can also 'handwrite' with 'em. and both hands...and my elbows....and my mouth...and my butt (yeah, you'll have to ask me for details on that....i might have to draw you pictures) so, apparantly i get bored easily. but what guy DOESN'T want a woman who can bring home the bacon whilst working for a circus freak show?

 

3. i can walk around my whole house with my eyes closed without hitting anything. you know...practicing for just in case of accidental blindness...hey! i said i like to be prepared!

 

4. i can't cook but i can make really cool lookin 'poo like' bits of artwork out of the macaroons i try to make that never work. so at least it doesn't all go to waste

 

5. i can make 'blue angels'...my mom taught me. see? i have really awesome family traditions i can pass on to our girl children....how to light your flatulence on fire....always wear jeans....

 

6. i can take out the garbage...doesn't seem overly impressive in and of itself...but you'll need to be remembering that when YOU'RE birthing the children cuz i already do my part...don't think it can't be done... http://www.malepregnancy.com/ lol

 

7. i'm kidding, i actually WILL have the babies...now THAT should get me some points

 

8.  i can push 900 pounds on the leg press. so if anyone ever breaks in i can kick their rooty poo candy....ace

 

9.  i can make air come out my tear ducts

 

10.  i found a hand once. and i touched it. repeatedly. no idea why this should be a selling point but i thought i'd throw it in there just in case.

 

 

alllllllright, that's it for now but if i can think of anything else i'll be sure to have a future installment of "how to get a hubby , megan style" heh....for any of you wishing to propose marriage you'll need to go ahead and contact one of my friends on my blogslist there to find out what i'm looking for in a ring. i mean i could tell you now, but with all IIII have to offer i have to make you work a little for it eh.

watched "wit" last night....awesome movie. here's a quote from it regarding the last line of "Death be not proud", one of john donne's holy sonnets....

 

"And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die."

"The line should be separated by a comma, not a semicolon, and should not include any exclamation points, as you've transcribed it in your essay. Nothing but a breath - a comma - separates life from life everlasting. It is very simple really. With the original punctuation restored, death is no longer something to act out on a stage, with exclamation points. It’s a comma, a pause. This way, the uncompromising way, one learns something from this poem, wouldn’t you say? Life, death. Soul, God. Past, present. Not insuperable barriers, not semicolons, just a comma."

 

 

 

 

so i'm in this band, we do this thing called tehillah mondays, which is done in several churches across canada and even in the north eastern states....ANYways, this band i'm in we do some original stuff, a lot of hillsongs kind of stuff and whatnot. and sometimes we are scheduled to do sunday morning worship as well. now there's ALways someone in the peanut gallery complaining that the music's too loud, regardless of who's doing it. and it's usually because they didn't like one of the songs or something. for example, if we have a totally gaither style group up there doing a song they can be hitting around 102 db and no one says a word....get OUR band up there doing something a bit punky maybe and all of a sudden our 94 db is practically DEAFening. anywayz, so this last sunday we did the worship and there was one new song we introduced that is a little punkish...but all the rest of the songs we did were much more old school right down to some hymns that we did. because of that ONE song that we did that's "younger" we're now dealing with some pretty immature and political behavior from some people that really has no place in the church. see, with some people if they don't like a particular song or style...fine, they'll wait for the next one to come along and they'll be right there worshiping along again. OTHER people make it some huge deal. look! it's just a style! it's just music!! there's all kinds of ways to worship God and there's no way you can claim it has to be restricted to YOUR preferred type of music and therefore all others are unGodly or something. so...there were a few people, probably one in particular trying to arrange things to their liking using what power they have which i hear is monetary. i'm sorry but as soon as someone tries to start dictating how people "may" worship in God's house (yes, last i checked it was GOD's house, not this other guy's) by using the fact that the money they give to teh church is probably equal to that of the combined money of the whole rest of the congregation to push people around and  make sure things are arranged the way THEY want them...it's time to send 'em packing. yes. it's a lot of money that the church needs. but let's look at it this way...we don't NEED any PERSON's money that badly that we should let them basically own the church like that. God can get by just fine without it. if it's his will it's his bill right.

 

anyways, so said person is trying to stir up trouble most specifically for the leader of our band, speaking word curses over him and whatnot. and us as a group as well to some extent. and it gets down to some ridiculous stuff as well. complete lies in fact. i mean hey, when you have nothing to base actual founded complaints on, heck, MAKE STUFF UP! for example we "don't dress appropriately for worshipping sunday morning". let's look at last sunday shall we? for myself gray dress pants, green button down tailored shirt and heels...and the guys all wore khakis and dress shirts and shoes...what the heck is wrong with that? i'd say that's a fine level of dressy to me...what are we looking for here people? formal wear? this is church, not some stuffy black tie affair. so, they're likely trying to get our band pulled from doing sunday worship. if that happens we'll likely pull out from being on any of the other scheduled teams as well as a show of support to our leader. i know i won't let someone and their money run the way i do things there. i'm supposed to be worshipping God, not someone's tithe cheque. don't you love when satan tries to get in there and start messing stuff up as soon as he see's something happening that might be detrimental to his cause? must mean we're doing something right. higher levels = bigger 'devils'

 

so tanja left her jason upton cd at my house last night...i've never really listened to the whole thing, just heard a couple of the songs. but now i've listened to the whole thing i definitely have to buy my own. AWEsome stuff...