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.