Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

This one is easy. There is only one person I’m friends with on Facebook, that I have never met.

I checked. Twice.

Shannon.

She’s a friend of my wife’s, who has not met her either. They met in a chat room and realized how much they have in common.

That’s really it.

I feel like I’m getting to know all kinds of people through the blog community, but I really can’t consider them friends *yet*.

Maybe this makes me weird. I have friends that are Facebook whores that send friend requests to the friend of a friend of their cousin, but I don’t. I won’t. Chances are if I haven’t met you, I’ll have nothing to talk to you about. And I don’t really don’t care that you’re going to Mexico for the 3rd time. Although I seem to be finding a lot of interesting people in the blogospere.

I use Facebook as a way of keeping in touch with friends and family that I don’t see often. I’m bad at writing letters and phone calls, sorry Dad. I’ll call you this weekend, promise.

I would love to have some new friends, so feel free to friend request me or comment on a post or send me the link to your blog. I’ll write back or call you…

… no really, I will!

31-day-blog-challenge-march-2013-ad1

Advertisements

Bonus Post

Posted: March 20, 2013 in Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , ,

Instead of catching up on the 31 Day Blog Challenge, I’m giving you a bonus post!Wandering mind

Earlier today, as I was working, my mind wandered off. It often does. When it comes back it’s usually humming or whistling (and let me tell you, it can whistle for shit) some little tune and will sit in the back of my head and hum it over and over…

and over…

and over…

and over…

and over…

…until i can’t take it any more and I just break out in song. Everyone in the office looks at me like I’ve gone completely insane, which I’m pretty sure I have at this point, then goes back to whatever they were doing.

It got me thinking. I’m very much a lyricist at heart, meaning any poetry I write fits together like a song. It has rhythm and rhyme, it flows from verse to verse, it has meter and form. I write mostly in Quatrain. Quatrains are stanzas of four lines which can be written in any rhyme scheme.

There once was a rotund emissary
 who played a large calliope.
His velvet robe was tattered
from the wind and rain off the sea.

He had the strongest of arms
he wasn’t as bootless as you think.
For he worked out everyday
lifting many a drink.

Sometimes I write in limericks.

Yesterday I saw a mime
and I asked him for the time.
He looked at me,
and started to pee,
so I said, “Never-mind!”

But that’s besides the point. The point I’m groping towards is, what happened to song lyrics?

They used to make sense.

They used to flow and move with the music.

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

They used to make you think.

Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don’t take the girl

They used to make us feel.

Now all I think and feel is “huh?”

Maybe I am getting old. Let’s take a few lines from a popular song by Justin Bieber… *bularp*…Sorry I just threw up in my mouth a little… and Nicki Minaj, Beauty and a Beat.

In time, ink lines, bitches couldn’t get on my incline
World tours, it’s mine, ten little letters, on a big sign
Justin Bieber, you know I’mma hit ’em with the ether
Buns out, wiener, but I gotta keep an eye out for Selener

First part not to bad… then she throws in “ether”? A volatile, highly flammable liquid derived from the distillation of ethyl alcohol with sulfuric acid? According to the Urban Dictionary, it could mean, to humiliate someone verbally, or to “dis them”, but to a greater extent. Okay, got it, but the you decide to rhyme ether to “Selener”? Really?

Or take her grammatical genius in Turn Me On, with David Guetta.

D,D,D,D,Don’t let me die young, I just want you to father my young
I just want you to be my docta, we can get it crackin’ chiropractor, I, I, I, I
I,I,I I know you can save me
And make me feel alive

I, I, I, I, I don’t know what to say. It’s like she’s stuttering.

I’m not saying these are bad within the context of the song, but if you take them out of the song and read them, you see how ridiculous they sound. I’m a DJ, I play these songs all the time. I like these songs. I’m just trying to figure out when we stopped writing songs with meaning.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps.

I’d like to see you read that out loud with a straight face.

P.S. I know there are still plenty of songs out there with good lyrics. I’m just looking at the current pop/top 40 trend of releasing songs with less than stellar lyricism.

Along with our new house, my family adopted a dog. I’ve wanted a dog for a long time, but because of where we lived and the lack of a fenced in yard, I waited.

…. and waited.

…. and waited.

Now we have a lovely house, with a nice fenced in back yard! So off to the Humane Society we went. I won’t go into all the details or the heart wrenching decisions we had to make. We finally picked a cute little black and white “terrier mix”. I say “terrier mix” because that’s what the Humane Society said he was. He’s not. He is a pure bred Borgie.

No he is not trying to assimilate the humane race. He is a cross between a Border Collie and a Corgie. It’s a real thing, they have a website and everything!

So ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu, I present Seeley Booth Dominicus! (aka Seeley Booth Von Poops in the House, aka Seeley Booth Von Chases the Cats, aka Seeley Booth Von Barks at the House Guests, aka Seeley Booth Von… well you get the picture)

Image

Such a good boy, smiled for the camera and everything.

I wanted a good picture of him, it was either that picture or this one…

DSCN0358

I think this one it highly inappropriate. Kaitlin said “give me sexy” and this is what she got…. I might have to check the Internet histories and see what kind of web pages he’s visiting when we’re not home.

So I’m not posting it.

Wait…oops….oh well.

Seeley, is just over a year old now. He’s been part of our family since February. Before he came to live with us, he was brought into the Humane Society as a stray. Adopted by another family but returned when they found out he had a heart murmur. While a murmur can be cause for alarm we have found no evidence of it slowing him down in the least. So his life didn’t start off to good. We are plan to make sure the rest of it is great!

He is very intelligent and learns commands very quickly. He currently knows:

  • Sit
  • Stay
  • Down
  • Here
  • Come here (yes they are different)
  • Shake
  • High Five
  • Paw Bump
  • Wake up Girls (my personal favorite)

As well as understanding basic words and phrases when spoken to him. Like “get your ball”, or “outside”, and of course “walk”. I have a feeling he understands much more, I just can’t prove it.

As good as he is, he does have a number of bad habits & behaviors we are trying to correct. As mentioned earlier in his alias, he does like to poop in the house, we’re working on that. He’s a chewer. Hasn’t destroyed any furniture, but numerous shoes, flip flops, baseball hats, stuffed animals, a poor defenseless roll of toilet paper, among others, have all fallen pray to his wrath.

And then there was the great Barbie Massacre of 2012.

Image

Image

Hmmm, this really doesn’t convey the destruction…

Image

Oh the horror! Why God! I can still hear the screams!

He has one trait that is both admirable and frustrating. He is very protective. Whoa be to the intruder that come uninvited into our house. Not even food will distract him from the perceived threat. And there is no one he is more protective of than Tina. Even the girls have a tough time coming into our bedroom at night when he’s on duty. I thought I was the one exception. But I was wrong.

Some of our close friends know his more embarrassing alias, and to spare some of those with tender ears, I won’t get into it. Tina and I have been married for 14 years, but apparently, Seeley has decided there will no longer be any funny business in our bed. If we even try to kiss each other, he will complain and get between us. And “complain” is the only way to describe the noise he makes, it’s not a bark or a growl, nor is it a whimper or howl. It’s a complaint. It has gotten to the point that I can’t even cuddle up with my own wife and put my arm around her without him squeezing in, “complaining” and, in extreme cases, biting me! Yesterday he was biting the back of my shirt in an effort to pull me away from her! Then he will sit between us and grumble.

I have been cock blocked by my dog.

Man’s best friend my ass…..

Image