Monday, June 26, 2006

Hot Hot Hot

Yeah, so 101 degrees yesterday, 102 degrees today. I hate to be a whiner, but I'm gonna whine about this. It sucks. Thank god for the AC. I don't know how people in places where it's regularly hot deal. I suppose they hide inside like I have been.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

A touch of Pink...

So I put in the latest Pick CD today and remembered how much I like what she's up to lately. I bought the CD solely because of "Dear Mr.President", which I heard a clip of on Air America Radio. These are the lyrics.... The girl's got some balls. And she got the Indigo Girls in on it too.

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

If you listen to pop radio or whatever it's called you've probably heard "Stupid Girls", but if you haven't, I like it too:

Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Drop a name)
What happened to the dream of a girl president
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two and three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees
Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be?

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

(Break it down now)
Disease's growing, it's epidemic
I'm scared that there ain't a cure
The world believes it and I'm going crazy
I cannot take any more
I'm so glad that I'll never fit in
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That's what I wanna see
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will it f*** up my hair

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

[Interlude]
Oh my god you guys, I totally had more than 300 calories today
That was so not sexy, no
Oh! good one, can I borrow that?
No
[Vomits]
I WILL BE SKINNY!

(Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)
(I like this, like this, like this)
Pretty will you f*** me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my hair and suck it girl, stupid girl!
Pretty would u fuck me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my hair and suck it girl, stupid girl!

Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!

I guess I like my pop with a message or two :)

Well, unless it's JT. No message required there.



Friday, June 16, 2006

Wow... Has it really been two months?

I guess it has. I've been super busy working and working on the house and yard and stuff. So the latest developments:

Last Sunday I was working and came home to this :


Matthew decided to take down the shed, but not quite in this way. Fortunately he wasn't in it when it came down.

Happier backyard news, we have a robin's nest in one of the huge lilacs:


It's only about 6 feet up in the lilac but the Rottweiler next door keeps the cats out of our yard so hopefully the chicks will be safe. I'm looking forward to seeing them hatch.

As far as cute boy of the week (or two month-period), I'm not feeling inspired but here he is:

Brent van Zant (he's some kind of model or something)



I'm still waiting impatiently for any of the Justin Timberlake movies to come out. Perhaps around my birthday; that'd be appropriate.

Oh yeah, for all you Bush-haters... I know I've posted this image before, but here it is again:


I created a site on cafe press (www.cafepress.com/liarsticker)

You can get stickers and tshirts and the like there. We have ordered tshirts and stickers and they're good. Also some of the tshirts are American Appparel so made in the USA and sweatshop-free (and cute).

That's all I have for the moment. I gotta get some sleep :)