Get real...

As I've stated in earlier posts, I am a reality TV fan. I've watched all of them at some point; Survivor, Big Brother, America's Next Top Model...you name it.

The one that amuses me the most is definitely The Bachelor. It's the reality TV train wreck that you can't help but watch.
There's always the virgin, the drama queen, the girl who you don't even notice or remember her name who makes it to the final 3 and you think...what's her name again? The chick who has to be the center of attention, the girl who seems semi-normal at first who then turns into a complete nut-job, the girl who falls in love with the guy the VERY first night who doesn't get a rose the very first night and cries.

The thing about this show is,..okay; it's a reality show but it's not REALITY. If it were a TRUE reality show the dates wouldn't be in exotic locales. They wouldn't be on yachts in the middle of the mediterranian. It would be something like this; he's an hour late because his car broke down and he couldn't get a signal on his cell phone.
You go to the movies and a bunch of drunks keep kicking your seat or making smooching noises when he puts his arm around you.
You get a sick stomach during dinner and have to suck it up so you don't ruin the whole evening; you just pray to GOD he doesn't want to come inside when he brings you home.
You go to a hockey game and some fat ass sitting near you decidies to verbally accost the players the whole time.

And instead of a Rose, you get either his cell phone number, his e-mail address, his business card or, if he doesn't like you, he just says "give me your number and I'll call you tomorrow".

Now THAT'S reality dating! He could even pretend his a prince...kind of like the guy on the show now! An Italian prince whose never been to his homeland and can barely speak a word of the language??? I'm more Italian than that ugly bastard! (ask me how I REALLY feel)
I'm surprised that any woman would want to be on this show now anyway. Other than to get their 15 minutes of fame seeing as how of all the "relationships" haven't made it past week 2. I think they're 2 for 10.
Let's call the show what it really is. Dudes on Fantasy Island...pick a ho'.

Dreams are a wish your heart makes...

Is it true dreams actually mean something?
My dreams are usually just weird little things or semi-nightmares about me trying to escape from somewhere or someone.

I never had dreams about my boyfriends or even when they became ex-boyfriends. I dream about family, my dreams include my friends.

So what is up with me dreaming about Gale Harold alot lately?
Is he in trouble?
Is he sending telepathic signals out into space and for SOME reason they're making it down to MY brain?

If these dreams mean anything, someone please let me know.
Then maybe you can also explain what my dream of having hermit crabs attached to my toes meant as well!

Gale, Gale, Gale. WHY are you in my subconcious? Last night my dream was about me buying a house. I was somehow "in" it already but the people who owned it were still living there as well. With cats, I remember lots of cats. Then someone came by to inspect or access the house and, you guessed it. It was Gale. LOL.
Here the guy is rehearsing his part in the revival of Suddenly, Last Summer off Broadway and somehow he turns into a man who does house inspections.
Hey, maybe that's it! He's in the same state as me at this very moment. My brain is feeling his energy.
Well, at least he's off that shitty excuse for a FOX TV show!
Okay Gale...as Lori in Oklahoma sang "Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly!"

R.I.P Cory Lidle

I have to be honest; yesterday I was going to post a blog about the end of the Yankees season.
How disappointing it was to finish the season so well, only to tank in the first round.

Then todays tragedy...puts it all in perspective doesn't it?
Shit, it's only a game.
Granted, I wasn't devestated by the loss. Actually, I wasn't even surprised.
But what's important?

The thing we forget is that these guys are people. Not superhumans
Not robots
They're dads, husbands, sons and brothers.

So screw the fact that ARod had a bad series
That Mussina didn't have his usual blue-collar effort
Fuck the whole "Fire Joe Torre" thing

It's a game folks
and it lost one of it's boys today...

Girlfriend

As those who are close to me know, I haven't taken a dive into the dating pool in quite a while.
I have my reasons and they are many and easy to explain. At least for me.
Most females probably think I'm nuts. Which is fine, because I am. Nuts and sane all in the same half-second.
To me, life is complicated enough. You add a man into the mix and things only get crazier.
It's just too much work and I've never been known to be much of a hard worker!
Not to mention after watching what my friends have been through lately.....that would make ANYone steer clear of getting involved with someone.
Unless that someone is Gale Harold. For him I could deal with a TON of BS. (but that's another story...see http://auntsnoozy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need-me-some-gale-harold.html)

Recently a very close friend of mine had a relationship come to an end. It was sad but considering everything she's stressed about and tolerated the last five months or so....it was time to throw the bottom feeder back into the pond. Wow she put up with alot,..and put herself THROUGH alot.
Then yesterday I was channel surfing when a song I used to LOVE in the 80's came on and I just felt like it summed up everything I was thinking when it came to her and what she's going through...

You can watch part of the video here: (dig those funky 80's outfits and hairdo's)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3mG6Mc91nI

To believe or not to believe
that is the question
It just takes a street degree.
You've lied your last lie and I've cried my last cry
I'm out the door babe
there's other fish in the sea!

Girl, make a list
go out and find yourself a new plaything
Girl, you needn't trip
'cause he's not worth the misery and pain.

Just remember how he would tell you lies
And then pretend that ev'rything is so sweet.
Why should you sacrifice if you're not satisfied
He's just a canine running 'round in heat!

Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!
Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!

Girl, you must resist
don't let him squirm his way into your heart
no
Girl, I must insist
you've got to stop the fool before he starts.

Just remember how he was so untrue
and all the tacky things he did to you
No need to signify, 'cause he's not worth your time
You need to find someone that's true to you!

Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!
Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!

To believe or not to believe
that is the question. . .
just takes a street degree
You've lied your last lie, and I've cried my last cry
I'm out the door babe, there's other fish in the sea!

HeyDele! Sing!

To believe or not to believe
that is the question, it just takes a street degree

You’ve lied
I’ve cried
I’m out the door babe, there’s other fish in the sea!. . .

Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!
Girlfriend, how could you let him treat you so bad?
Girlfriend, you know you were the best he ever had!

RockStar SuperSkunk

We interrupt our regularly scheduled blog entry to bring you this update.....

WTF?!?!?
CURSE YOU ROCKSTAR SCUM!

That's two years in a row that this show has ended with them picking a jackass to front the band. Must be a pre-req.
"Hi, okay...we're looking for a posing, preening, egotistical growling idiot to "sing" for us."
"No...not you attractive man from over seas. No, not you talented woman with the amazing vocal quality. We want that over-made-up dude so we can get Maybelline to sponsor our tour."

How could you DO this to me Jason?!?!
INXS I understand. No one will EVER replace Michael Hutchence so go with the sob-story and pick the ex-homeless dude who still had the cash to legally change his last name. So them I could ignore.
Personally...I don't think Tommy Lee wanted to compete for the chicks and he wouldn't stand a CHANCE next to Toby Rand. Unless they were having a longest shlong contest.

So I gave it a chance and listened to Skunkboy perform two of SuperNova songs.(or whatever they're going to call themselves now that the lawsuit has been settled and they can't legally use that name) I gave Skunky a chance to win me over. I put down the remote and listened...and watched. I couldn't understand a fucking word he said. His voice is shit.
I'm sorry Jason...I can't listen to that. I can't watch that. He's pathetic. He's freakin terrible! You picked him just because he was voted in by the largest country in north america?? Nice logic.

I hope you bail on that gig Jason and go back to the Chophouse and Voivod or EchoBrain or whatever other project you have. Your musical reputation hangs in the balance...RUN!!!

Where have I been??

I don't think I've gone a whole month without updating this blog but....I did. Sorry.
What can I say, August was a crazy month.
I went to a NASCAR race weekend and had a great time...only to get home and find out I had a blood clot in my left leg below my knee.
Spent less than 24 hours in the hospital which was 24 hours TOO much.
Seriously, this was my first time in the hospital since I was a kid. I didn't like it then and I didn't like it now.
For one thing, the people who "check you in" at the Emergency Room..not nice. Hello. You're hurt or ill or whatever and you're upset and they can't even have the decency to be sociable to you?
Then I got wheeled to a bed and sat in said bed in the hallway of the ER. Not the trauma unit thank goodness. There were enough sick people there to tolerate I really didn't need to see any real nasty stuff. The worst was when some guy went walking looking for a bathroom and peed all over the floor right by me. And my friend Janet got a great view of it. Then his girlfriend/wife/whatever made some comment like we were giving him dirty looks. Seriously, bitch wanted to start a fight in the ER?!?!? What a jackass. Excuse me if I don't smile when someone walks by pissing on the floor.
I had great folks who came by to "work on me" while I was in the ER. Anthony, the resident vampire and another guy whose name escapes me who had to put his finger where no one should have to put their finger. My comment to him was "You had to go through years of medical school to do that???"
So I laid there, AND laid there, AND laid there. Wait, wait, wait. Rumor had it that they were going to send me in for a CAT scan. Which didn't sound like fun 'cause all I heard about was some glass of crap you have to drink before you go in there.
Next thing I know they were wheeling me and my bed up to the observation unit for the night. Room 73..or was it 72. I had a phone, a TV which was blocked when I pulled my screen across and they even brought it some yummy hospital food.
Fortunately my friends didn't leave me alone until almost 11pm that night. Which was great. I didn't want to be by myself. I was little-kid scared in that place.
The fun part was when the nurse came by to tell me not only was I going to be given a blood thinner pill but a shot because it takes the pill 4-5 days to take affect.
I had my choice of where I wanted the shot; my arm, the top of my thigh or my stomach. I chose the latter...just seemed to be where it would hurt the least. It wasn't bad at all.
I think I slept maybe 15 minutes that night. Some dude across the hall from me snored louder than any human I have ever heard. And, of course, they were coming by almost every hour to take my blood pressure, my temperature and my pulse. Is it me or does the blood pressure machine in the hospital get so tight in almost crunches your bones? Geez! Like sick people aren't in enough pain already, thanks!
In the middle of the night they woke up Senior Snore and I heard the nurse say that he probably has Sleep Apnea. No shit Sherlock. I'm not even a medical student and I could've told you that!
Then there was the cleanup people there. Those fuckers do not know how to whisper. They walk through there practically yelling at the person standing next to them. Ummm..HELLO. People trying to sleep here. And if you give me a dirty look because I have my Grover plush in bed with me I'll get right outta this bed and kick you in the ass! LOL
Yeah, I had my Grover plush. I told you, I was kid-scared in that place.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!

This blog is officially 1 year old as of yesterday.

(sniff) It's getting so BIG! lol

Welcome to the world Meghan Claire Paul!

With two other sisters at home, Meghan's daddy will be living like Jeff Foxworthy once stated:

"I live in the estrogen ocean, in the middle of nekkid Barbie Woodstock..."

Welcome to the family little one!

I miei complimenti Italia!

I wanna Rock!

Tonight is the premier of Rockstar:Supernova, the Tommy Lee Project on CBS.
It should be called The Jason Newsted show as far as I'm concerned. Although I'd probably watch it no matter what band was involved, but seeing Jason twice a week all summer is going to be HEAVEN!!
I became a Jason fan when I became a Metallica fan. There was something about the dude. That under-dog quality given the fact that he had to replace the original bass player and just the way they showed how he interacted with the fans. (not to mention the hair flinging, head banging, bass playing and back-up singing)

After Jason left my interest in Metallica was dead. Let's face it, he was treated like shit by those guys from Day 1. He was the new kid who was never quite accepted and I know what that feels like. It sucks. He said he was leaving for health reasons...yeah, MENTAL health.

I did, however, watch the movie Some Kind of Monster. That was pretty enlightening. It wasn't a happy time in the Metallica camp after "Jasonic" left. Lars freaked out, James went to rehab and poor Kurt was probably confused as hell as to what the fuck was going on.
The best part of the movie was when Lars went to see Jason and his new band Echobrain at a live gig. Afterwards he muttered the immortal words "Jason is the future, Metallica is the past"
That's the smartest thing he's ever said!

Dr. Edward Crane

A sad day in the canine community as Moose, the beloved pooch who played the incredibly popular Eddie on the show Frasier, has passed away.

As a tribute, here is one of many favorite moments starring this talented dog:

Eddie stares at Frasier

Frasier: What? Do you want to know what's bothering me too? Well, here's a start, I'm talking to a dog, that bothers me. I'm another year older today, I suppose that bothers me, but not as much as people seem to think. I'm still single, that's a big one. Not having a woman to share my life with. The only women in my life are friends; Roz and Daphne. Daphne's not even here anymore, she'll be married soon. That's going to be tough on Dad. Who am I kidding? It's going to be tough on me. It's been nice having her here. Even when my love life hasn't been going so well, I can always come home to a warm and considerate woman. You know, that's probably why I've been so brusque with her lately. I know that once she's gone, I'll probably be twice as lonely... Well, it's quite a realization isn't it?

Eddie buries his head under the pillow

Frasier: You know, there are subtler ways to let the patient know his hour is up.

RIP sweet boy!

Just call me Trixie...

'cause we both were constantly yelled at by my Grandmother!

You Are a Beagle Puppy

Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky. And you're sense of smell is absolutely amazing!

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

I'LL MARRY YOU KEANU!!

I just read on MRN.com that Keanu Reeves is desperate to get married.
http://www.movies.msn.com/celebs/article.aspx?news=224827

My question is this; how is it possible that he is having a problem finding someone to take him up on it?
He's tall, good looking, seems quirky but intelligent, (although he's been known to call himself dumb) he's a musician, he's an ex-athlete and he's financially stable. So what's the problem?

I've always been one to like the quirky-yet-charming actors such as Johnny Depp, Robert Downey, Mel Gibson, Nic Cage, Orlando Bloom; guys like that. The handsome yet not totally main-stream, take-any-role-they-throw-at-you kind. Keanu is definitely part of that group for me. You never know what to expect from him. What I've found with all the above mentioned men is that even if the movie they're in isn't great, their performances will stand out.

So what do I have in common with Keanu? Age, experience, hockey, music and..who knows what else. Maybe I could even get him into NASCAR!

So pre-nup or otherwise, call me Keanu..let's talk!!

Need a little laugh today....

You Are Ernie

Playful and childlike, you are everyone's favorite friend - even if your goofy antics get annoying at times. You are usually feeling: Amused - you are very easily entertained You are famous for: Always making people smile. From your silly songs to your wild pranks, you keep things fun. How you life your life: With ease. Life is only difficult when your friends won't play with you!

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

LET'S GO BUF-FA-LO!!

My love of sports began with baseball. Yankees baseball to be exact. I even have the phrase "#1 Yankees fan" embossed on my highschool yearbook.
Then there was hockey,..which is a love that continues to this very day. It's not in my blood like NASCAR is, it doesn't have the american tradition in the heart that football does but there's something that NASCAR and the NHL share. That down-home, glad-to-meet you, parents-brought-'em-up-right, thank god the fans are here kind of love. They appreciate us and we appreciate them even MORE for appreciating us. There's not the bling-bling-attitude like there is in football, there's not the "if I wasn't playing hoops, I'd be in prison" mentality of the NBA. It's, and you'll have to excuse me if this comes off as prejudice because that's not my intent, a sport for middle sized white boys, born and bred in the outskirts of the big city who have a respect for what they do and know that they're privledged for getting chance to do it.
So tonight my beloved Buffalo Sabres will be battling it out in Game 7 with the Carolina Hurricanes. If nothing else, haven't we had enough of freaking hurricane talk as it is??

I love my Sabres. Yes, they are mine. Although I share them with many, I still consider them my babies. I've been with them for years; cheered them on through the bad years, the No Goal-we-got-screwed-out-of-another-one thank you dumb-ass Bettman year (I still LOATHE Brett Hull), and the years when it wasn't even for sure that they'd STAY in Buffalo. So now with all but four of their regular defensemen on the injured list I have to pray that their toughness in the face of adversity attitudes will survive another day. Another battle in the corner, another cross check infront of the net, another press deep in their zone when they can't clear the puck...

Bob DiCesare wrote a great column in the Buffalo News today that sums up how we Western New Yorkers feel about our boys in black:

http://www.buffalonews.com/editorial/20060601/1056389.asp

Sabres, WNY happily share a common fate

For an instant it looked as though Brian Campbell might lose it. For the briefest moment it appeared a tear might roll from the corner of his eye.
He'd just been told there's a perceptible difference in how Buffalo hockey fans have come to feel about their Sabres. No longer is this a community craving a championship merely for its own satisfaction, its own glory. It now goes much deeper than that. This is a town yearning for its players to win a title for their own personal fulfillment. The overriding feeling is that, with all this team's been through, it deserves nothing less than a chance to play for the Stanley Cup.
"That's a nice thing for them to feel," Campbell said. "It shows a lot of respect from our fans if that's the case. We've gone through a lot of adversity this year. I think they've seen how hard we've worked. We haven't given up at any time and they've been so happy for us and cheered us on."
Buffalo sports fans get it, always have, always will. They cheered when the announcement of the scratches revealed Teppo Numminen would be back in the lineup Tuesday night, however brief that turned out to be. They cheered when Carolina's Rod Brind'Amour was tossed from the faceoff circle, knowing draws are more easily won when he's not around. They're totally in tune, fully realize what the Sabres have achieved to this point is unique, special and worthy of their admiration.
That's why today is going to seem longer than the darkest, coldest day in February. That's why 7:30 won't arrive until what feels like midnight. This is it, Game Seven of the Eastern Conference finals, the culmination of a tense, taut and tantalizing series that has brought hostilities between the Sabres and Carolina Hurricanes to a rolling boil. Six games of drum roll and now the cymbal crash, either the sweetest music or the harshest noise.
It's delicious stuff, the ultimate in hockey drama. Lose the seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals and at least you had your shot. Lose the seventh game of the conference finals and it's a matter of so close and yet so far, a sick and hollow feeling.
"We're going to give it our all," said Daniel Briere, as if there were any doubt on that front.
Have they really made it this far? With no Tim Connolly and no Dmitri Kalinin? With no Henrik Tallinder and now no Numminen, again? And yet it's the Hurricanes, said to have iced champagne in the visitors' dressing room Tuesday night, who are scrambling, desperate, forced to win to save face, offering up excuse after excuse for why it is they've yet to finish off this depleted bunch. Who knew Raleigh was such bountiful whine country? Meanwhile, the Sabres march on, focused, resolute.
"I think we have the look of this city," Briere said. "We're a team that's resilient. We're a team that's relentless, a team that has to work for everything we get. We've been through tough times, the city's been through tough times. People work hard around here."
The town can see it. Everybody can see it. Even those Sabres clubs of the late '90s, billed as the hardest working teams in hockey, can't measure up to this collection of indefatigable spirits that keeps cashing bets on the long shot, the long shot being themselves.
Thing is, the Sabres want this for Buffalo as much as Buffalo wants this for them. They want to be the team that takes the city off the schneid. They want to see the looks on all of your faces if they get this one and four more to follow. They're determined to keep this magical postseason run alive.
"Yes, we want to win it for us," Briere said. "But it would be so neat, so cool, to bring a championship to this city. We know they've been through some hard times with their sports teams, 20-25 years. There's nothing that would make me more happy right now than to be able to bring a championship to the fans here."

NOW, LET'S GO BOYS!!

When did we lose our freedom of speech?

What can I say, I'm sick of closed-minded MF'ers. I'm opinionated as anyone (got that skill from my father) but even if I don't agree with someone, I'm glad that we both have the right to voice our opinions. That's what our country is all about, right? So why would someone get so beat down for disagreeing with what others think? I don't get that. If you don't follow the norm, you should be afraid for your life or the life of your family??? Excuse me, what country do I live in again?
I don't like to get all political. First of all, it doesn't interest me in the least. There isn't a politician out there who's a saint. If they were, they wouldn't be elected officials because you can't be one without lying, cheating, stealing or killing somebody.
Secondly, I don't belong to a party. I'm a party of one. Like Chris Rock said "don't be a right winger, don't be a conservative or a liberal. Just listen. Listen, think and then make up your OWN mind" Maybe people are too afraid of speaking their minds. Maybe they have no minds to speak of.
So today the Dixie Chicks new CD is being released and I won't go home without having it in my hot little hand. Above and beyond everything that's happened to them, I love their music. That's why I listened to them in the first place, that's why I went to see them from the front row in Buffalo, NY a few years back. Natalie can sing her little ASS off. Martie and Emily are not only amazing musicians but combine to make incredible three-part harmonies.
I could care less what Natalie said about the president. If that's what she thought, she had every right to say it. Just as much as you and I have a right to speak our peace.
So here's mine; we've been in this war WAY too long. Sons, daughters, fathers, wives, brothers, sisters, grandsons, grand daughters, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins are DYING. EVERY day. I have a nephew there right now. I'm scared for his life.
Some say that the media is painting the war as such a negative. That the people are HAPPY that we're there. Explain to me then...when was war EVER a positive...for ANYone??

Is it better to burn out than fade away?

I had a friend in highschool named Wendy Hastings who LOVED Def Leppard. That's all I'd hear about when we talked; Joe Elliott, Def Leppard and Pyromania. At the time, I was a HUGE Loveryboy fan. I must've played the LP Get Lucky a bazillion times in our basement. (gotta love the red leather pants)
So after alot of nagging by Wendy I finally watched a Lep video on MTV one night and became totally intrigued. Not by Joe Elliott, although I admit I was completely envious of his hair, but of their music and the fact that they weren't your average rock band. They were cute, running all over the stage with youthful energy and they're songs were really solid. I was sold!
22 years later I still love the Leps. Maybe even more now than I did then. At the same time like any past love there is some pain involved. Why? Because my favorite member of the group died back in 1991. As much as I have enjoyed VH1 Classic's Metal Month, it's still quite painful to watch when the videos for Photograph, Rock of Ages and especially Foolin' come on the screen. Steve Clark looked so young then. You couldn't see the demons lurking in his head. All you saw was his blonde hair, his pale skin under whatever opened shirt he happened to be wearing at that time and his guitar down around his knees. What was hidden was his poor, tortured soul and his badly abused liver. He was as talented as he was depressed.
I had a friend in college named Dave who spent hours in a hallway trying to perfect the opening guitar sequence from the song Foolin. A few years later he crashed a motorcycle he was taking for a test drive, hit a tree head on and died from the injuries.
Then the video for the song comes on and there's Steve playing that opening part on the acoustic guitar. It leaves me somewhat speechless and sad.
That song always reminds me of Dave and Steve....it probably always will

Here's what Joe Elliott wrote about Steve five years ago:
http://www.defleppard.com/diaries/index.html

So here we are, January 8th, 2001 and I’m in Japan with the Cybernauts. Tonight I’ll be singing a song called “Rock and Roll suicide”…How ironic, don’t’ you think? It’s 10 years to the day since Steve passed away and I shall be dedicating that particular song to his memory.
Steve lived it like he wanted to, and if the truth be known, probably went the same way. Always one notch too low with the strap, always one step ahead with the ideas, he could be the most inspiring and depressive person you ever met. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Yes, of course, I wish he was still alive but I doubt he’d be in the band anymore….But you never know do you??

I’ve seen women fighting over him, I’ve seen him fighting with his own demons and I saw him lose the ultimate battle, the one for his own life. At the end Steve wasn’t happy but he always meant well, even if he knew in his heart of hearts that he was letting us down. I think he enjoyed the success , but ultimately wanted to be Johnny Thunders more than he wanted to be Steve Clark. We all found out the hard way he couldn’t be both.

I miss him, I miss his humor, I miss his spark, but I don’t miss the heartache of seeing him slowly killing himself. Life moves on and so did we, and to borrow from one of his favorite bands, he’s ten years gone.

It’s almost nine years since Viv joined and we’re still here doing our thing. In many ways we’re a stronger unit now than we were before, but we wouldn’t be in this position if it hadn’t been for the contribution of one Stephen Maynard Clark. I love you, man, I always will, and I know that if you are up there (I doubt it!), you’re watching what we do, and you’re rooting for us. My guess is you’re DOWN there, whooping it up w/his un-holiness, beating him at cards and telling him why the Pistols were the world’s second greatest band. You always did love the danger of it all….

Sugar Me!

Your Stripper Song Is

Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard "Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?" Break out the baby oil, you rock it old school.

What Song Should You Strip To?

I need me some Gale Harold

What is it about spring?
Most times of the year I feel semi-normal (at least as normal as I'll EVER feel) but spring makes me feel different.
I woke up Sunday morning realizing that I just had a dream about a celebrity, which for me is REALLY odd. I'm not a teenage girl. I don't have posters of the latest teen heart throb on my walls or magazines of celebrity's in my house.
I don't go to movies needing a drool bucket, I don't watch MTV hoping for a glimpse of the latest video by Teddy whats-his-name. It doesn't interest me.
There are a few athletes who I will say are VERY easy on the eyes but I don't dream about them either.
So what was I doing have a dream about slow dancing with Gale Harold?
He has a dorky name, doesn't he? What were his parents thinking?
"So what name can we give our son so he gets his ass beat every day at school? I know, let's call him Gale Morgan!” YUH! I'm sure they're nice people, but if they had a clue as to the stature to which their son was going to grow into, they could’ve come up with something better than THAT! He deserves the name Brad Pitt even more than Brad himself. (in my opinion anyway and if you don't agree...too bad, it's my blog! and I even appreciate Brad Pitt, but he is no Gale Harold)
If you're a heterosexual person and have never owned the channel Showtime on your cable network you probably don't know who Gale is. And that's okay. I think he's much happier being a semi-celeb than a BIG time celeb. I can't see his talent and looks keeping him under the radar much longer though.
So why wouldn't most common heteros know Gale? He had a lead part in one of the most controversial night time shows since Sex and the City. It was called Queer As Folk. You got it, it was SATC for gay men. Except somehow it also appealed to straight women, especially THIS straight woman. Gale played a unapologetic sex god in the city of Pittsburgh who fucked who he wanted, when he wanted and as often as we wanted and every woman watching cheered his fine ass on. Why? Because we wanted to see him nekkid. It's that simple. Which is funny because if he was a straight man doing the same thing, I doubt we would love him as much. Men wronging other men must be more okay with women!
But as much of a bastard as he was, he was still appealing. REALLY appealing. Tall, thin but by no means skinny, dark hair and the most entrancing hazel eyes I’ve ever seen.
In the very first episode he poured a water bottle over his head, stripped completely nekkid (with a great camera shot from behind) and asked his latest conquest “Are you coming or going? Or coming and then going? Or coming and staying?” It was classic. He was the ultimate sexual predator who was such a bastard that you just couldn’t help but want him as well.

But that’s not Gale, that was Brian Kinney.
Gale is said to be extremely intelligent, media-shy but un-apologetic about the role that made him (in)famous. So now we’ll see where his career takes him. He has a lead role in the upcoming CBS show Vanished, will play Wyatt Earp in a few episodes of the HBO series Deadwood and has a movie coming out called East Broadway.
Personally I don’t care what he does as long as I can turn on the TV and see him. (even if he is wearing clothes!)

Here's a topic I have yet to really talk; religion.

I was raised Catholic. Baptised, had my first communion and was confirmed with the name Veronica. (I liked the name, what she stood for AND the fact that she was also an Archie's character)
I don't however go to church weekly. I go on major holidays just because it makes my mother happy. The service for me just got...empty. Stand up, sing this, say this, sit down, stand up again, kneel, shake hands with your neighbor, sing, take the host, kneel some more and then run for the car. I just wasn't getting anything out of it so when I was old enough to decide whether or not I wanted to go, I decided the latter. Not.
To be quite honest I probably would've stopped going years before that except for two reasons. One, my father MADE me go and two; youth group. As in choir. I was probably in one of the most amazing ones I've ever heard next to those kids in Sister Act 2.
I remember the day I was at Saturday 5:30 mass with my mother and heard the church youth group sing for the first time. Wow. There were a bunch of them too; all ages and sizes and three guitar players leading them. I had to join. So I did. Then dropped out, then joined up again about a year later when they had named themselves Morningstar.
For me it wasn't about the whole religion or singing infront of people in church, it was about being a voice in the middle of that sound. The harmonies were amazing. I had prided myself on being a pretty strong singer and have been known to drown out people by complete accident...but not in this group. There were strong singers everywhere.
That's when I was also introduced to the musical Godspell. Never heard of if but we sang practically every song off the soundtrack. Especially when the whole group went on a retreat. That album (this was pre-casette tape days) would get played to death. And we would act it out too. Recently one of the songs popped into my head and I haven't been able to get it out.
So what's my take on religion? Well....I don't believe that God is like Santa Claus and something that was made up like George Carlin says. I do believe that he exists, in his son and that there's a heaven and hell.
How else would you explain the power of music? Because when I think hard enough...I can still hear all those voices singing around me, it's SO comforting.

All Good Gifts
We plow the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land..
But it is fed and watered
by God's almighty hand..

He sends us snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain...
The breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain...

All good gifts around us
Are sent from Heaven above
Then thank the Lord, thank the Lord for all his love...

We thank thee then, O Father,
for all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
our life our health our food,

No gifts have we to offer
for all thy love imparts
But that which thou desirest,
our humble thankful hearts!

All good gifts around us
Are sent from Heaven above..
Then thank the Lord, thank the Lord for all his love..

I really wanna thank you Lord!
All good gifts around us Are sent from Heaven above..
Then thank the Lord, oh thank the Lord for all his love..