Double Treble

Newborn Soul

2006-12-07T16:44:00.000-05:00

Thanks for this one Tidy...looks like we're compatible ;D I love that :P

You Are a Newborn Soul

You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.
On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.
You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.
Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.

Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.
You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.
You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.
Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.

Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Where does the time go?

2006-10-27T23:55:00.000-04:00

Well...long time no write. My mind has been filled with so many things, it's been tough to even fathom collecting them together in some organized fashion in order to get them to blog land. Can't believe it...It's mid-term.

Half way through my last semester of classes.

Soon I will be starting my six month internship. One of the last steps I must take in order to become a Board Certified Music Therapist. I am so excited. Being in school for music certainly can be stressful though. Right now I have three main instruments to practice each day...Guitar, Piano, and Percussion, not to mention the other classes I have that all together total 20 credit hours...then there is work...then there is the band. Ah..the band is going so well. We are working with management and booking companies. Our web site is being built, we interviewed with a writer who will be compiling our bio...geeze my mind is racing because I have so much to tell you...let's back up here for a second...

My internship decision is made. It was the most difficult decision I have ever had to make. All of a sudden I found myself faced with being accepted by all the sites I applied to. I had the option to go to Costa Mesa, California... less than a mile from my best friends house. I also got accepted to Tennessee...only 85 miles from the love of my life. The only thing keeping me from packing up and leaving is my band. Such a big deal considering how much we've worked to get where we are...such a big deal considering the fact that three people besides myself have their lives invested in the project...SUCH a big FUCKING deal considering we're working on a management agreement...But my love...my best friend...all great places to intern...my band...my apartment...my cat...LA possibly?...I could start a new band? NO. Nothing is wrong with the one I have...and besides I'll be back home in 6 months...all such a big deal.

So...where am I going complete my internship?

At a Center in Vienna, Virginia. I will be working with severely Autistic and developmentally disabled children and young adults. Some higher force directed me to that place. I knew I wanted to work with the Autistic population, but I had no idea that one of the best facilities was right around the corner from me.

What an awesome place.

The Music Therapist has been doing this for 20 years now. She is spectacular. I know I am about to learn from one of the best. The facility has everything...like... a multi-sensory room (which is a blast! There are light up toys, fiber optics, glow in the dark things,virbroacoustic technology via use of a SOMATRON you name it they've got it!)...and high tech electronics that make it possible for those who can not speak to communicate. There is a transitional program where higher functioning individuals around the ages of 16-22 learn independent living skills. The MOVE program is special to this establishment as well. Once a week I will be assisting the patients on special equipment that will help enhance their mobility. The mobile equipment is fun. Some items resemble bikes and tricycles etc. The equipment in conjunction with music should really get them going!

Now I'm rambling because I have so much to say, but so little time. I do want to say that I miss you all and think about you. You are my friends and I wonder how you are doing...

...and thanks to those who voted for my band online. We made it to the second round!!!! One of the top 35 out of about 150...

..and my niece spoke her first words. What were they? Well, I'll give you a hint:

He lives in a pineapple under the sea.

That's right.

SPONGE BOB. Squarepants, that is.

YEESSS...her first words were "Sponge Bob."

Go ahead and laugh :/

:) Talk to you soon. Love ya'all

"Chastised" no more....

2006-09-09T17:25:00.000-04:00

LOL! So you may have heard that I have been chastised by my Big Daddy (I love f***in' w/ ya'll) for leaving my blog idle. I'm so sorry. School started and my band is taking off, and really I've been away from the computer and in the practice room. I'm taking a percussion class this semester which is nice, cause now I can talk drum talk with my soul mate. He sometimes uses a traditional grip, cause he's cool like that. Anyway. I can't stay long now, but, I want you to know that I have been visiting you and will be writing more to avoid being chastised....and hopefully I'll be getting a lap top soon...Peace.

Misunderstood Lyrics...

2006-08-18T19:07:00.000-04:00

We're all guilty of fluffin' up a lyric or two!!!! lol.

Cher "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" /
"Gypsies, Chimpanzees"

Paul McCartney "Band on the Run" /
"Stand on the rug"

K D Lang "Constant Craving" /
"God Save Gravy"

Til Tuesday "Voices Carry" /
"Bush Is Scary"

Bonnie Tyler "Total Eclipse of the Heart" /
"Totally, Clips of the Heart"

Kenny Rogers "Lucille" /
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. 400 Children and a crop in the fields"

Ray Parker Jr. "Ghostbusters" /
"Who ya gonna call? Those Bastards!"

John Mellencamp "Authority Song" /
"I frighten Dorothy, and Dorothy always wins"

Bobby Fuller Four "I Fought The Law" /
"Grape skins rot in the hot sun"

Steve Miller Band "Jet Airliner" /
"Ego Jan and the Rhino"

Sir Douglas Quintet "She's About A Mover" /
"She's a Bottom Mover"

Michael Jackson "Smooth Criminal" /
"Eddie, get your house key"

Starship "We Built This City" /
"We built this city on the wrong damn road"

Billy Joel "You May Be Right" /
"You make the rice, I'll make the gravy"

Knack "My Sharona" /
"Mice Aroma"

U2 "Electrical Storm" /
"Electric Mustard"

Steely Dan "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" /
"We can all lose that number"

Jimmy Buffett "Margaritaville" /
"Stepped on a Pop-Tart"

Creedence Clearwater Revival "Lodi" /
"Oh no, suckin' an old eye again"

Dire Straits "Money For Nothing" /
"We got the Flintstone Microwave Ovens"

Deep Purple "Smoke on the Water" /
"Slow talkin' Walter, the fire engine guy"

Beatles "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" /
"The girl with colitis goes by"

Police "Spirits in the Material World" /
"We are upstairs in the material room"

Beatles "Paperback Writer" /
"Pay for that Chrysler"

Elvis Presley "Suspicious Minds" /
"We're calling a trout"

Police "Message In A Bottle" /
"I'll send an SOS to a squirrel"

Police "Spirits in the Material World" /
"Aspirins into my cereal bowl"

Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated" /
"I want a piece of date bread"

Ohio Players "Love Rollercoaster" /
"Call the Coast Guard"

Monkees "Daydream Believer" /
"Cheer obscene bikinis"

Led Zeppelin "All My Love" /
"Olive, my love"

Elvis Presley "Return to Sender" /
"Big Bird descender"

Elton John "Tiny Dancer" /
"Hold me closer, Tony Danza"

Beatles "Lady Madonna" /
"Knee deep in donuts"

Madonna "La Isla Bonita" /
"Last night I dreamt of lumbago"

Paul Young "Everytime You Go Away" /
"Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you"

Steppenwolf "Born to be Wild" /
"I like smoking ice cream"

Maria Muldaur "Midnight At the Oasis" /
"Midnight after you're wasted"

Beach Boys "California Girls" /
"I dig a french bikini on a wild albatross"

Creedence Clearwater Revival "Bad Moon Rising" /
"There's a bathroom on the right"

Wham! "Careless Whisper" /
"Gimped-up feet ain't got no rhythm"

Bachman Turner Overdrive "Takin' Care of Business" /
"Baking carrot biscuits"

Temptations "Papa Was a Rolling Stone" /
"And when he died, all he left us was a lawn"

Ace of Base "All That She Wants" /
"All that she wants is another bagel"

Santana "Oye Como Va" /
"I live on your block"

Aerosmith "Dude Looks Like a Lady" /
"Do the lucky lady"

Merrilee Rush "Angel of the Morning" /
"Just cross my feet before you leave me"

Merrilee Rush "Angel of the Morning" /
"Just smash my jeep before you leave me"

Starland Vocal Band "Afternoon Delight" /
"Pineapples in Flight"

MC Hammer "Can't Touch This" /
"King Tut Says"

Jimi Hendrix "Purple Haze" /
"Excuse me while I kiss this guy"

Van McCoy "The Hustle" /
"Use the hacksaw!"

Bee Gees "More Than A Woman" /
"Bald-headed woman"

Kim Carnes "Bette Davis Eyes" /
"She's got 30 days to die"

Bob Seger "Night Moves" /
"Working on a knife wound"

J Geils Band "Freeze Frame" /
"Flea Spray"

Who "Pinball Wizard" /
"A pinball wizard's got suction cups for wrists"

John Travolta "You're the One That I Want" /
"I got shoes, they're made of plywood"

Beach Boys "Good Vibrations" /
"Good, good, good, goodbye raisins"

Mike Reno and Ann Wilson "Almost Paradise" /
"All those Parrot Eyes"

Culture Club "Karma Chameleon" / "
Become a comedian"

Til Tuesday "Voices Carry" /
"This is Larry"

Bruce Springsteen "Hungry Heart" /
"Everybody's got a hungry horse"

LOL!

Thanks funny2.com

...got any more?

Oh What A Night

2006-08-11T18:33:00.000-04:00

Last night I played an awesome gig at this place called
the Ri- Ra Room. The What?
…The Ri-Ra Room damn it! Did I stutter? Anyways,
it went sooo well. It was a cover gig, so my band and I were responsible for entertaining the entire night. Normally for this kind of gig, we play from about 10pm until 1:35- ish am. Usually about three 50 min sets of original and cover music. But last night, we only had to play two 1hr. and 10 min sets and still got paid about $500. It was like giving 2 mini concerts in one night...and the crowd was just how I like it. There was a sea of good looking guys and girls in front of my slightly elevated stage…all celebrating Thursday. The day before Friday. We immediately grabbed their attention by starting the night out with You Oughta Know, by Alanis Morissette. I sing the hell out of that song. I’ve been told I sing it better than her (hee,hee). Because it was a bar gig, we had to play mostly covers. So we played 16 covers and 13 originals last night. Our originals blended perfectly with the covers we performed. What covers did we play you ask? Well…

You Oughta Know (Alanis Morisette)
Everything You Want (Vertical Horizon)
Counting Blue Cars (Dishwalla)
Shimmer (Fuel)
Walk Away (Kelly Clarkson)
Time After Time (Cindy Lauper)
I Alone (Live)
Crazy (Seal)
Ironic (Alanis Morisette)
Everlong (Foo Fighters)
Underneath It All (No Doubt)
Unwritten (Natash Bettingfield(sp?))
Don’t Let Me Get Me (Pink)
Waterfalls (TLC)
Zombie (The Cranberries)

All of the songs went over REALLY well. A few people said that they didn’t even realize a band was playing until they came downstairs for a beer because they thought it was the jukebox or the radio. Compliments like that are what you work so hard for.

A few random things happened last night as well…

…There is always someone who requests a song. Usually we lie and say…”maybe next time.” But this time, some guy came up to us immediately after out first set and asked if we could play any TenaciousD.
WTF?

I couldn’t even lie. I just said “NO.”

I mean, I love them and all, but….

NO.

…and then there was THAT GUY who yelled out “FREEBIRD.” Over the microphone I asked him how it felt to be THAT GUY for the evening.

All his friends laughed…

…and then there was this other guy who I noticed while on stage performing. He was very into our music but was scratching away on a napkin with a pen. I wondered what he was doing. Whatever it was, he seemed to be moving to the vibe of the music…
After the set, he approached me, full of compliments and a hand full of balled up napkins. I asked him what was in his hand and he apprehensively said “Oh, just something I was drawing…” “Can I see it? Please?” “Sure.” He said. “If you really want. But it’s not that good.” To my surprise, this is what he was carving into a plain, lonely, bar napkin…

In case you can't tell...it's a picture of me! I immediately expressed my pleasure and asked him to sign it. If you look closely, the guy wrote in parentesis (not impressed w/ drawing). Poor guy...I told him that I thought it was great, espcecially since I was moving around the whole time.

We are all our own worst critics.

I hope that I bombarded Kevin with enough compliments to inspire him keep on drawing.

God knows that his compliments inspired me to keep on singing.

...Oh what a night...

Look What I stumbled across....

2006-08-10T18:13:00.000-04:00

I found this slide show on my sister's MySpace page. I was surprised to come across it, and when I did, it made my day. The baby is Khayrah. My niece. I created a blog post the moment she was born...well here she is, 7 months later. Shit. 8 months. My sister is holding her in some pictures...my other sister is in a photo with her best friend(standing in front of what appears to be a cannabis field). She is on the left wearing a white and blue striped halter top. I am such a proud big sister...and auntie!!!

Tag! I'm it...again

2006-08-08T18:24:00.000-04:00

I have been tagged by The Tideliar. I have to say that I am completely un-impressed by the taggage, but I gave it a shot anyway, to be a good sport. But baby, I know you can tag me better this!

The only Two things in my Freezer
1. Ice Tray number 1
2. Ice Tray number 2

Five Things in my Closet:
1. Lots of shoes
2. Emergency escape fire ladder(side story: The ladder was actually a gift? from my mom. she was worried because there was a serial arsonist lurking around DC. I was like "WTF?" when she gave it to me...a few weeks later, the arsonist set one of the buildings in my apartment complex on fire. Mom's know best. That's for damn sure)
3. Microphone stand
4. Keyboard case
5. Plastic laundry basket that I use to hold all 100 of my purses

Five Things in my Car:
1. Gear bag (guitar pedals,stand,chords)
2. Shoes
3. The tail light that used to be ON my car
4. Beads (you know the old school, grandma like beaded seat covers?)Yup.
5. Cd player w/ cassette adapter

Five things in my purse
1. Lip gloss(one with sparkles, one without)
2. Ear Plugs
3. Guitar Picks
4. Rose body mist
5. Notepad

I will be tagging someone else...just not right now.

Peace.

Love Heals All

2006-08-06T15:50:00.000-04:00

I really missed you. It’s funny how I wondered how all of you were doing while I was away from blogland. My sweet Dr. Tidy has kept you up to date, I see. This post will be short, seeing as how I’m just passing by a computer…

Yes. I got rear-end by a fucking ambulance. Hours before my Sweet Thang was due to arrive in my loving arms…
Yes. I’m OK. Although very, very sore… and the accident left me quite uncomfortable as well >;)

Some would say that it was bad luck that such a thing should happen the day my Dr. Love came to see me. I say that I sure am glad that he was right by my side. Love really does heal all…

I’ll write more later. I have lots of good stories to tell.

…and thank you for the good vibes. Love y'all

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2006-07-24T18:18:00.000-04:00

In about 24 hours, my love is coming back home to DC. He’ll only be here for 5 days, but we will find a way to make it feel like eternity, I’m sure. And I have a surprise for him…

I’ll give you one hint: It's BRAZILIAN

I hope he likes it >;)

Aces and Eights

2006-07-17T17:23:00.000-04:00

So. I went to the liquor store…. To get a $9 money order, of course. I thought to myself “Damn. $9 gone just like that. Well, I might as well spend another dollar and make it an even 10. I’m broke but feeling lucky.” I’ve been playing cards lately, so I decided to purchase the $1 “Aces and Eights” scratch –off ticket. I went to my car, searched for the closest scratch-worthy object (the meter took my last coin) and went to town. Seeing as how I half-ass read the rules, I thought that the only way to win was to match all three cards in that row. I had four chances. Row one. Nothing. Row two. Nothing. Row three. Nothing. Row Four. Shit. Nothing. I didn’t take not winning very well and decided to go back and fully read the rules, just in case I missed anything... Ah-ha!!! The game is called “Aces and Eights” If either one of those turns up in your row, you win that prize. I took one last glance. And there, right there in the first row was good ol' number 8. My favorite number really. My prize…. $8. Surely, not the $800 top prize I was hoping for, but I pretty much made my $9 back and in turn treated myself to a nice lunch. I knew I was feeling lucky. ;)

Why Kids SHOULD NOT Be Left Alone...

2006-07-14T12:19:00.000-04:00

Wet Pussy

2006-07-06T19:02:00.000-04:00

LMAO! I couldn't resist...The more I look at this picture, the funnier it gets!!!
...still LMAO...

I think he's thinking "OH.. NO.. YOU.. DIDN'T just get that freezing cold water on my jewels!!! Bitch"

What do you think is on his mind?

The Rainbow Connection

2006-06-29T19:00:00.000-04:00

It’s been raining in DC every day for over a week. Quite unusual actually. The heavy bursts of rain come with a quickness, then the sun emerges again. I was joking with my honey via text that “I’m stuck in the rain AGAIN!” Well, today was no different….except for the big rainbow in the sky. I’ve been looking for one all week, but today was the day, and I didn’t miss it.

What is it about rainbows that is so magical? I had to pull over on the side of the road and just stare (take a picture), and stare some more. I felt so alive, enlightened, and in love I just wanted to cry. I wished I could slide down it. I dreamed my love would be waiting at the end of it. Seemed like it could possibly happen…then the f**cker behind me started laying on the god damned horn. Motherf**cker.

…still I feel blessed that my eyes witnessed such beauty today.

…I also realized that Kermit the Frog is one hell of a lyricist…

"The Rainbow Connection"

written by Kermit the Frog

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under its spell,
We know that it's probably magic...
... Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
... Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm s'posed to be...

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Rockstar Ranting

2006-06-28T16:06:00.000-04:00

Being A Rockstar Isn't Easy :(

The interviews
The people who show up at the shows to judge you because they want to manage you.
The people who want to be your best friend because they think it will make them cool
The traveling
The rehearsals
The criticism
The men who think I’m really gonna call them
Being the only girl in the band
The hair
The make-up
The image
The photo shoot
The 3 hour gigs
The drunk people at the gigs
The sucky sound guy
The promoters
The song writing credits
The instruments
The gear
The competition (although not much :P)
The training

Being A Rockstar Is Great!(if you don’t completely suck)

The music
The free food (for you and your friends)
The free beer
The money (if you make it through the first list with a passing grade)
The men who I just might call (if I didn’t already have a man)
The drunk people at the gigs
The hair!
The make-up!
Wardrobe!
Lights!Camera!Action!
Good sound guys
The royalities
Big crowds
The smiles on faces
The fans
The managers fighting over you
The traveling
The release...

Sunday Fishing Trip

2006-06-27T16:08:00.000-04:00

Sorry I haven't been a very obedient blogger...

I've actually been working at work, helping my dad with a bid proposal.

Also been applying for Music Therapy Internships for Spring 2007.

So anyway...this picture is from the archives of my camera phone. On Sunday I took a stroll to the market. When I got to the shopping area, I stumbled upon a truck conviently parked inside and through the front window of the fish supply store!

I took a picture while desperately trying no to be THAT person taking a picture. So naturally I acted like I was getting a brochure of prices from the manicure place next door, while talkling on my phone. I preceded to non-chalantly turn the phone away from my ear as to check the signal on the front. (Really I was aiming the camera...good one huh!?) As I squinted my eyes, pretending that I could not quite see the LCD display clearly, I zeroed in on the target. CLICK! Mission complete.

...Then I sent it to my boyfriend 'cause I just HAVE to show him everything.

"BLOG IT BABY", he said.

...so if you don't get some enjoyment out of this photo, it's HIS fault. :D

...the saga continues...

2006-06-07T11:58:00.000-04:00

Ok…so this post was supposed to in response to a comment from further-on-up-the-road…but it turned into a blog entry. Read on and you shall discover the twists and turns behind this post.

(See his comment on previous post)

The girl I speak of use to work with me in the office on Saturdays. It was just her and I. We became very close and entertained each other by telling stories. One day, she had this big, mischievous grin on her face. I asked her what it implied, and she said that there was something she wanted to tell me. I knew it would be juicy by the inflections in her voice. Then, she hit me with it….
…She met him on a maintenance call. Her little sister and mom were gone. Although there is a significant age distance between them (about 20 years) she said that they got to chattin’. He spoke of marriage and kids, she spoke of high school, I suppose. Next thing you know…BAM! They were doing it. Right there in the apartment. By the time she told me, they had done it all over the complex…The shocking thing is that she was so soft spoken and seemingly shy, I thought she was a virgin until she told me that !!!! I don’t believe that it got too serious, although they like each other. It was a tad bit too scandalous for it to go anywhere….She stopped working here and I haven’t seen or talked her for a year although she still lives in this building….

OMG!!!!! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED. THE GIRL I’M TALKING ABOUT JUST CALLED ME WHEN I FINISHED THE LAST SENTENCE…omg, omg, omg. Are you sure TODAY isn’t 666? I looked at my cell and didn’t recognize the number. I answered it and that soft spoke tiny voice said ”hey girl. Do you know who this is? It’s…” OMG!!! I immediately told her that I was writing this when she called. She kept saying…”that’s crazy…” She couldn’t believe it either…

So she’s meeting me before I get off work to give me some hair conditioner that she can’t use. How cool is that. Damn the world works in mysterious ways…

…I should call her back and get an update…hang on…

OK…You ready? I called her back and asked her to tell me the end of the story….She said “The story is still going on….” Yep. It’s been over a year. I asked if it was love. Her answer was a hesitant whine…then she said “No it ‘ain’t love” then she said ”Shit, I don’t know.” So there you have it.

…the saga continues…

Maintaining the Scandal

2006-06-06T17:15:00.000-04:00

My work office is located in an apartment building. The walls of three units were knocked out to create this space. It’s cool ‘cause there’s a kitchen, refrigerator, 3 bathrooms, and a maintenance man. Aaahh the maintenance man. He just loves to come help us out. “Aawww, he’s so sweet”, the ladies in the office can’t get over how “Nice” and “Sweet”, and “Honest” he is… I have only seen the back of his head, until today.

…Our eyes met and I could tell that he knew that I know something that no one else knows…This “nice, sweet, honest”,married with a kid maintenance man… IS FUCKING A 19 YEAR OLD IN THIS BUILDING. They fuck in vacant apartments, in utility rooms, probably in here when no one is around. They do it in his apartment, her apartment and even the laundry room. LOL!! I love it. And for the first time today our eyes met. I tried not to be obvious, but I was cracking up on the inside.

It’s all good though… I can handle the scandal. ;)

Happy Birthday, Best Friend

2006-06-01T15:59:00.000-04:00

Today is my best friend’s birthday. Although she lives in California, it seems like she’s right here. We talk on the phone EVERY day, about 20 times a day. It’s funny because even though her time is three hours earlier, we manage to be on the same schedule…She’s running late to work at 8 am, I’m running late to school at 11am…We’re just cool like that. :) We’ve been friends for ….um…..a……..(where’s the damn calculator…)…about 13 years or so. I NEVER thought I would be able to say that about anyone! But I love it. My, the trouble we’ve gotten ourselves into…

...See, we were catholic school girls…we use to roll up our skirts to make them mini’s, and put lipstick on. We had to transform back to the sweet, innocent girls we were at the end of the day before either my mom or her mom picked us up. Sometimes we’d forget. Shit. Sometimes we’d remember but rebel. Dumb idea.

…We got drunk once during the day from the liquor at the bar in my parents house. My mom and dad were out of town, but my cool ass grandmother was there. She fixed us some pancakes. We were like, “Shit. Nice thought, but we’re trashed!” Suzi tripped over the table as soon as we got up the steps. I was laughing so hard, I forgot what I was laughing at about two seconds into it. My grandmother said jokingly “What’s wrong with you two. What are you?...Drunk?” Yeah granny. And high.

…Once, Suzi dated a guy with a crooked penis. I didn’t believe her. She didn’t like him much(and his last name was Loser, no lie). So she dumped him so I could hang out with him and see for myself. Well I got to touch it. Boy she wasn’t kidding!!! That thing was shaped like a crescent moon. WTF?

…I tell Suzi all the time that we should write about some of the things that happen in our lives. I seriously want to turn it into a sitcom and shop the idea. The show will…wait…I’m not telling YOU my idea…just wait ‘till it airs on T.V. Anyway, it will be funny as hell…

…like, one time, Suzi and I were driving and I was complaining about the piece of crap car that was in front of us. I was like…”goddamn it. I wish they would get that piece of shit thing off the road. Geeze. What kinda of person would drive crap that that.” Suzi was like, ”Oh. That’s my aunt.” LOL! We still laugh about that! Our relationship is full of laughter and love…I could tell stories ALL DAY LONG, but I gotta work…so…

Happy Birthday, Suzi. I feel lucky to have a friend like you.

Musicgirl's Beauty Tip of the Day

2006-05-30T14:26:00.000-04:00

DO NOT sneeze immediately following the application of mascara.

It may result in foot-ball player like markings under the eye…

…which may result in people looking at you funny, while laughing hysterically.

...mmm looking good...

2006-05-29T19:11:00.000-04:00

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...a LOL!!!! moment

2006-05-27T21:22:00.000-04:00

...So I'm at work listening to Audible.FM internet radio station. I chose to listen to the ALL Girls Chart topper format and guess what artist played after Avril Lavigne?.... Slaughter!!! LOL. Whoops. I guess they got a little confused... (Still LMFAO!!!!)

...but I can not lie...I was obsessed with Blas Elias at one point in my life. And Sebastian Bach from Skid Row.

...Who'd a thunk it ;)

Tag!!! I'm it!!!!

2006-05-26T18:57:00.000-04:00

I’m back from Memphis!!!! I will fill you in on some adventures, but meanwhile, while I collect my thoughts….

I’VE BEEN TAGGED!!!!

I must now list some things that bother me at work...
Nothing REALLY bothers me at my job because it is only temporary while I finish school…but if I cared more the top ten things that would bother me the most are…in no particular order…

1. Post- it notes stuck places asking you to do things…

2. The teenage boy who works here keeps peeing in the seat.

3. When the doctors wait until 5 minutes before we cut the phones off.... and AFTER all of their patients have been treated... to call and ask for PRE-authorization numbers…

5. Every time I go to get water out of the water cooler, it’s empty.

6. Every time I go to use the stapler, it’s empty.

7. The computers have no sound. How can I properly interact on MySpace without sound?

8. We process dental and vision insurance claims for Washington DC. Government employees… there are certain basic benefits that apply. A moron can learn the basics in 1 minute or less…but nooooo…there’s always one moron who ruins it for the rest of the morons…like the lady in my office who asks the same freakin’ questions everyday…”Um…how much does an exam cost?”… IT”S FREE FOR god’s SAKE WOMAN!!!!!

9. When that same woman paints her nails while the phone is ringing off the hook.

10. When the same woman goes to use the All Page system…
it sounds something like Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeechkooworrahisthisthingscreechon?schreeeeeeeeeeeewwhelloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereech?CLICK!!!!!!!!!(I also rode with this lady to an office party once. She drives a Lexus and was using her Navigation System to get us there…she managed to still get us lost…) You gotta love her though :)

These are just little things…there are way more things that I like than dislike, seeing as how my dad owns the company…

More later. I miss everyone!!!!!!

Crap!!! I just realized that the original tag from was 10 things you hate about your job/ collegues…but Tidy went and changed it. Damn you. So I’ll add a few things I like…um…

1. The business is a family one. There's nothing like family.

2. I have flex time…Lot’s of it.

3. I just pay as many claims as possible and get the money to the doctor’s. That is pretty low stress. No one is really on my back about anything.

4. The woman mentioned in number’s 8,9, and 10 above always has nail polish remover when I need it.

5. The teenage boy here is great for changing the water cooler.

:)

I tag, my best friend,Camievog, and Four Dinners...

The Weight of the World

2006-05-17T14:16:00.000-04:00

Well. The weight of the world has finally been lifted off of me. I have successfully completed another semester of school, my band is doing wonderful, I feel good and healthy…but the most exciting thing in my life right now is the fact that tomorrow, I will wake up and get on a plane headed to Memphis. There, I will find my love, horny and desperately awaiting my arrival. Well, he better be desperately awaiting!!!

I mentioned that my Music Therapy practicum during this semester was done at The Lombardi Cancer Research Center. Since I will be away for a week, I will leave you with some of my journal entries…They are just thoughts, and not really edited, so please forgive me for that. :)

January 30, 2006:

Today was my first visit to Lombardi. I went with a classmate and Professor I had the opportunity to meet the coordinator of the arts and humanities division, Ms. M. One of the first things I noticed upon entering the building was the grand piano sitting in the main lobby. I suppose I expected to see sick people walking around everywhere or rather for the building to feel sickly. Instead, we were greeted with friendly faces and the feel of Cancer was not in the air.
Ms. M took us on a tour of the facility. The center has various sections that are used to service different patients in different ways. One floor was specifically for those individuals receiving treatments. The faces I saw were young and old. Some looked worried, while others seemed as though they were doing just fine. Another floor housed isolated patients in a “clean air” area because of their susceptibility to infection. It was the first time I had ever gone through a special entry way that filtered air and only allowed for one door to completely close before another could open. By this time I was really beginning to wonder how Music Therapy services could be best used in this environment. The Breast Cancer waiting room was extremely comfortable and cozy and felt like the office of a family doctor. The last area we visited was the children’s sect of the cancer center. It was full of toys, much like a children’s day care. But this “daycare” carried a different mood. Fluid bags could be seen sporadically around the room. And if I looked closer, I could see that it was delivering fluids to a child. The images I saw on my first day left me eager to figure out how I can help…

February 10, 2006:

Today was my first attempt providing services at the Cancer Center. This was a new experience for my classmate, Ms. M, and I. Questions surfaced such as, Where do I play? What do I play? Are the words appropriate in a given song? Should I sing or play guitar? Should I play original music or something familiar? Am I too loud? Is the patient in the mood? How do I go about asking a patient if they wish to receive Music Therapy Services? The answers to these questions started to become clear as we tried different things. The first musical experience was when I sang and played an original song on my guitar in a general waiting area. I immediately had the attention of the people in the waiting room and staff passing by. If nothing else, my playing seemed to distract individuals from their normal stressors for a short while. We then went to the Breast Cancer waiting room. Ms. M asked if we knew a song like “Lean On Me.” Although I wasn’t quite sure, my classmate told me the progression and I picked a key and we began to play and sing while sitting in the lobby. Although there were no patients in the area at the time, this was very helpful in getting an idea of what type of song material is appropriate for this type of setting. I have to admit that playing guitar and singing in a waiting room is nothing like being on stage!
My classmate and I attempted to provide services in the children’s ward. We quickly discovered that we needed to prepare more for this. We found that we were completely unsure about what type of material would be appropriate in the children’s setting, especially in a cancer center. I tried to use the guitar to play the chords of Kum-bah-ya as my classmate sang, but we just were not prepared, so we stopped. The experience was not bad, it was just new. We handled ourselves well and decided that it would be best to prepare some material appropriate for children, and try again. Next we moved to the “air tight” floor. Here I had chance to work on how to approach patients in order to offer them services. The best way to go about it seemed to be to talk to the nurses to make sure no one was extremely sick and unable to receive services. I found that the nurses often suggested patient’s rooms to try. Otherwise I gently approached the room of the patient, knocked, introduced myself with a big, sincere smile and asked them if they would like to hear some music. On this day I played an improv piece for an elderly man while he lay in his bed. He appeared to be very ill and was not moving much. As I played the guitar, he began to beat his foot in time with the music. The more energy I gave, the more I received. He tapped his foot until I finished playing… I also had the opportunity to play for a woman who was waiting to go home. She was actually there being monitored for something other than cancer. She very much enjoyed the original composition I played for her on the guitar and went home smiling...
The other interesting thing about this visit was the fact that I played for the staff in their break room. This seemed to be a nice change for them. Staff also can greatly benefit from the release Music can bring.

February 24, 2006:

Today my professor, my classmate, and I went to the Center. We prepared ahead of time on this occasion because we knew were going to be playing in the lobby, on the piano. The Disney songs we played went over extremely well. At one point, a little girl that I will call “Jane,” came into the lobby with her pretty dress on and a big smile on her face. She loved Beauty and the Beast. She just sang and danced and seemed like a “normal” child. It was hard to believe that she has cancer…
We traveled to the “air tight” floor again. This time I played for a different elderly man. I noticed that when my professor asked him what type of music he likes, his speech was nearly impossible to understand. I decided to play some chord progressions on my guitar that I felt were appropriate for the present mood. Although I was amazed to see so much movement and apparent enjoyment on his face, I was even more amazed when he described what I had played as “Moving” “It was very moving” he said, clear as day, as if his speech were perfect. Words can not explain the joy that followed.

Final Visit: March 24, 2006.

Today was a very rewarding yet difficult day. The main focus was working with the children at the center. Going to Lombardi is always a spontaneous event. You never know who is sick that day or who is receiving treatments at any given time. Today was no different. There were about 5 children that were predetermined for us to see, but, unfortunately two were in isolation because they were possibly contagious and the others were about the ward either sleeping, receiving treatments, or just not feeling well. We were able to see “Jane”, again. We first met her when she appeared from the children’s ward as we played Disney songs in the atrium. There she was, like an angel. You wouldn’t have thought she was sick at all the way she was smiling, and dancing, and twirling about. The only possible indication was her bald head and entourage of nurses. This time, we had to travel outside of the Cancer Center to the adjunct main hospital. The entrance of the children’s ward was like wonderland. A life size playhouse and a big train greeted us. It made you want to be a child again, but as we turned the corner, the realization hit me that I didn’t want to be a child HERE. We were told that we had to wait to see Jane because she was receiving medications. As we stood outside of the door, her father emerged from the room to notify the nurse that she had vomited. I was thinking that this would be another child we were unable to see. To my surprised though, both her mother and nurse stated that music was exactly what she needed and that Jane would be happy to see us. When we entered her room, there was barely any happiness. Jane was clearly stressed as she lay in her bed quite still. My classmate and I had a completely different idea of what the visit would be like. We had prepared to play games and be interactive and full of energy with the children. We tried to sing “Old Mac Donald Had a Farm” to Jane…we even used finger puppets. But when we asked her to choose an animal when the song called for it, she seemed disoriented and unable to make decisions. Her dad tried to encourage her, and apologize for her lack of energy. It was extremely uncomfortable for me because I just wanted to cry. It makes me cry as I type this. She seemed so well the other day. The harder we tried to make her happy, the more apparent it became that she was really, really sick. I then realized that, Jane probably just wanted to rest. I started to play lullaby like chords on my guitar and hummed gently. She almost instantly fell asleep. I glanced toward the corner of the room where her father was sitting and noticed tears falling from his eyes…
We left Jane’s room and went down the hall to a six month old boy’s room. He had a virus which made it necessary for anyone who came in contact with him to wear gloves and an apron. He was so delicate and cute. Once again it was a little awkward because we weren’t quite sure what material was appropriate for a six month old baby. I started to play the guitar using chords to create a child like, happy mood. The baby, although very restricted in his movements, began to turn his eyes towards the music. When my classmate sang, he did the same thing. The nurse was amazed. She stated that he has been disengaged from his surrounding environment and that was the most interaction they had seen from him. The more we stimulated him through music, the more he moved. On the other hand, it seemed as though the stimulation was a little too much. He began to cry as if he wanted to be held and nurtured. It seemed as if the music stimulated him emotionally as well. We later found out that his mom died during child birth and his father is an immigrant who works often. “Baby boy” is in fact rarely ever held and comforted….

This was our last and most emotionally draining day at the practicum site. When we returned to the lobby area, Ms. M, my classmate, and I had to sit down and collect our selves. All three of us were practically in tears. We reflected on what we had seen and agreed that we were fortunate to have witnessed the powerful effects of music.

I do not expect my work at Lombardi Cancer Center to be over. I plan to continue to provide Music Therapy Services to this much needed environment.

A Faerie Tale...

2006-05-16T23:37:00.000-04:00

...um.... OK.

What kind of Dark Faerie are You? (Girls only)

Seductive FaerieYou are the Seductive Faerie. You're just made for attracting members of the opposite (and sometimes same) sex. No one can stop looking at you. You know exactly how to deal with people and you are very social and playful.Wings: Red, gray and blackPower: LoveSexual appeal: More like, what isn't your sexual appeal?? You are very attractive in almost every aspect of your being. People are naturally drawn to you as a fun, outgoing person, and you have no trouble at all in finding and seducing that special someone.What you look for in a guy: You don't really care what he's got for hair or build, but you always need to able to look into his deep, sexy eyes. Whether they're slate grey or vibrant emerald, you could stare into them for hours. Sigh...
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The Verdict Is In...

2006-05-06T15:39:00.000-04:00

Hello :) As you can see, I've been inspired by someone to make a little change... Spring does that to me anyway.

School has been keeping me extremely busy. A few days ago I had guitar juries. Because I am obtaining a degree in Music Therapy
and my minor is guitar, I am required to sit in front of a panel of professors and play two pieces for them. This is extremely nerve-wracking because the last thing you want to do is suck...in a school well known for its exceptional musicians...so you practice and practice and practice until you have visions of quater notes dancing in your head, even while you're asleep. What stinks is that all that practice doesn't really prepare you for what happens when you get even a little nervous. Try playing this...

...with shaky hands!!!! Especially the D in the third measure. I already have to muster up some extra strenghth to play that note with my little pinky...but trying to get the small surface of my finger to land on the second string, third fret, second beat, while keeping the upcoming string skip in mind, can be one heck of challenge when you're vibrating from the inside. I managed to get through Fedinand Carulli's, Country Dance (above) as well as an Etude, quite solidly though.

The Verdict...

There were some areas where the full chord could not be heard (which i was aware of because my hands were shaking like crazy!)...but apparently...

My technique was very good and my performance of the pieces was well executed.

I need to add some dynamic to repeated phrases...

I have an excellent foundation on the Classical Guitar...and

...(I swear a professor said this)...

I am much better to look at than Jim ( the guitarist before me)

Although Jim would have found the humor in the last statement...I was surprised to find that to be part of the evaluation...oh, well, i guess times are changing :/

So overall, I was found not guilty of sucking...

Birthday Boy Alert!!!!!

2006-04-25T13:09:00.000-04:00

There’s a birthday boy in our circle!!! I get more excited about his birthday than I do my own. He’s my heart and I am especially glad that he was born. You will never meet such a phenomenal person. He’s super intelligent, funny, extremely handsome (even with bed head), a great listener, an awesome Drummer, Scientist and Cook, a giver, a great lover, and he has a big...fat...throbbing.....heart.

I love this person for more reasons that I can list. I wish I could be with him on this day, but I guess I get him for plenty of other days so I shouldn’t fuss…and besides, he’s got some friends who will get him good and drunk. I’ll be seeing him in a few weeks and will certainly make it up to him. >:)

Happy Birthday my Love.

My other lover...

2006-04-21T23:37:00.000-04:00

So this is my other man. His name is Loverboy. He definately lives up to his name. He does a good job of occupying lots of empty space in my heart AND in my bed while man #1 is 1,000 miles away. I'll tell you one thing... I sure know how to pick a good man! ;)

It must be love....

2006-04-18T21:21:00.000-04:00

LOL! Yes it's a shaved llama:D

You call that being "WELL"?

2006-04-14T18:13:00.000-04:00

Wellbutrin? Have you ever seen anyone on Wellbutrin (or any anti-depressant) and a couple of cups of strong coffee? It is funny as hell, especially at work. There’s a person in my place of work who takes it. I love her to death and I don’t think she needs it…SO WHAT if she’s a little sensitive at times, or gets frustrated…often. She’s so funny. I’ll actually hear her say “Thank goodness I took one of those pills today”. That let’s me know that she can identify her problem areas and subsequently find a way to manage her “outbreaks”…wouldn’t you think? I dunno. Anyway…she’s being REALLLY talkative, and REALLY friendly and she’s walking around like she’s on cloud 9…oh…now she’s laughing hysterically and tears are pouring from her eyes ‘cause she’s laughing so hard but…I….can’t…quite make….out….what the hell she’s saying because she’s laughing so damn hard…..what the?....damn she’s making me laugh ‘cause she’s laughing so hard………..oh damn….Now she’s talking about her gynecologist and how she prefers a male over a female…geeze :/ TOO MUCH INFORMATION…(although I prefer a male myself) I don’t feel like sitting here thinking of her in stirrups and…….aahhh! Make it stop!!!

…ok, now employee number one just said (generally, to no one in particular, and, in her lovely Jamaican accent)…

“Oh I have to go the bathroom so bad. It’s been so busy I haven’t had a chance”…then....

Ms. Wellbutrin says…

“Oh shut up and just go to the damn bathroom.” Then starts laughing hysterically…?

…a….yeah….

People watching is fun…I think she’s more “normal” without the Wellbutrin.

A Terrier with a Big Derriere

2006-04-10T14:55:00.000-04:00

...I figured that no one would believe me when I told them about the big derriere on this terrier,so, I used my trusty camera phone to take pictures! :)

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Petey is the dog of a friend of mine. She's a good 'ol girl with a big 'ol butt :) lol

Guys!?!? The camera's thata way!!!

2006-03-31T23:02:00.000-05:00

So...my boys pulled a fast one on me...

Actually, The guy way in the back in the white shirt is the old drummer, so this picture is an exclusive never been seen KC photo ;)New press photo's are on the way with the new drummer(who has actually been with us for a year) so I figured you might enjoy some of these old one's...

...Now what the hell are they doing? At least SOMEONE's paying attention.

I told "G" to lay off the bong hits...

Stop making us laugh!!! ...And stop acting like you didn't just make us laugh!!

FINALLY!!!! A keeper.

Band photos are fun :)

2006-03-31T23:01:00.000-05:00

The ladies like "G"...especially when he makes his face look all sexy like this

...but then he goes and shows how insecure he really is by doin stuff like this to his bass
...aah...band rehearsal...
Does he REALLY look like the guy from 'Friends'?

Gibson and Me

2006-03-31T23:00:00.000-05:00

Although Gibson and I have a love affair...

I have Tidy on my mind, here....

...and here... >;)

KC on the Radio!!!

2006-03-30T13:07:00.000-05:00

98rock Presents
(Noise in the Basement)

KC
LIVE on AIR

between 11pm-12

Sunday April 2,2006

(song from new EP will also be played)

see the interview via webcam

(...hopefully it works...if not, yell at them :P)

Noise in the Basement live performance
Monday April 3, @
FLETCHER’s in Baltimore…
show at 9pm

visit www.98online.com/noise_in_the_basement.html

Quick update...

2006-03-25T18:37:00.000-05:00

Yes..I know. My blog is looking awfully pitiful, but its ok because I've been busy and my boyfriends blog looks really cool :P I also spend alot of time on MySpace when I do get to a computer because I have lots of band business to take care of...
I do however feel the blog bug coming on...so don't give up on me now... Here's a quick update until I can write more...

My band recently finished a 4 song EP that seems to be catching the attention of some significant people

My band is now being sponsored by March Forth clothing. That means free clothes and big shows!(Don't worry Tidy...you'll get free stuff too) Check them out at :www.marchforthclothing.com and www.myspace.com/marchforthclothing
( I may be doing some modeling as well for them, so keep an eye out...)

My Music Therapy practicum is going extremely well...I am working at Lombardi Cancer Center in Georgetown Washington, DC and everytime I am there I am even more assured of the healing power of music...I will share some of my most enlightening experiences soon...

...but, that's all for now...and don't forget to check out My Web Page

New KC! Enjoy!

2006-02-16T13:09:00.000-05:00

Hey! My band and I are working on a record. Here's a sneak peek....

My Web Page

"It's the vibes that you send, oh they're making me weak. The vibes that you keep, make me feel incomplete...you know, you know you love me anyway, so it's not really all that bad, if we decide to take this thing slow. Nice and slow..."

K

"Complicated"

No English...No Intercom

2006-01-27T19:08:00.000-05:00

Ok…I finally feel motivated enough to write about something I’ve been meaning to write about for a while… God forgive me, but I have a serious problem with half-ass, broken up, three languages in one, non-english speaking foreigners who work at American fast food joints. I feel terrible about this little predjudice of mine, but the more I talk about it…the more I realize I’m not alone…here’s a little story for you…

So, I go to Mac Donalds, and, I already know that I will not achieve complete satisfaction by feasting there..ever, yet I go anyway with a friend of mine. So he and I are in the ever so convienent drive thru, when finally it’s our turn. The person says over an already shitty intercom… “ Amay Iumatake ayourauma aorder” What the? Luckily there was not but one thing she could have said , so I responded. Now mind you, my slight predjudices have started to arise but I clearly remember thinking to myself…”musicgirl, don’t be like that” so we carry on. “zumbersi?” No…number 6. “zithjeans?” NO with Cheese…goddamn. After about 30mins of trying to break the communication barrier, we approach the window. Now, the salad I ordered did not come with a drink, so I get to the window and ask if she would add a “Coke with no ice, please” to the order…From the look on her face you would have thought that I just asked her to strip and run around naked. Her face did this twisty,turny, ripply thing and she said “Cuk? Zi New? Eeece? Then my face did this twisty,turny, ripply thing and I said “C-O-K-E W-I-T-H-N-O-I-C-E-P-L-E-A-S-E.” Then right on the beautiful African lady’s forehead appeared the words “Help me. I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. Don’t you know I just got here from another country yesterday.” And as we sat there looking eye to eye with perplexed expressions, the manager walks up behind her. I then repeat myself and the manager had to show her “coke” and “ice”. COME ON!!!! You mean to tell me that you are working at Mac Donalds and you don’t know at LEAST the words on the menu. That’s just ridiculous….
So, I pay for the meal and as my friend and I drive off (he’s driving) I tell him about my feelings on the subject at hand. As I spoke to him I was thinking, I should write about this in my blog…and then I thought that instead of being predjudice, I should feel honored that I live in a city like Washington, DC where all types of people can live, learn,work and, grow together…by golly… I had my predjudice under control, I replaced the negative thinking with positive thinking, and my salad was only half wilted. Life was looking good…
…until I looked at my receipt and that non-English speaking bitch put $19.00 on my card instead of &7!!!!!! GODDAMN IT! Stupid bitch!
Needless to say we had to turn around and drive all the way back. Not only did I tell the manager that I was way overcharged, I brought it to her attention that the lady at the drive through window could not understand the words coming out of my mouth because she DOESN”T SPEAK ENGLISH! Her response…oh, “she just got here.” What the?
I don’t think I’m predjudice anymore. I just want good customer service. I shouldn’t be all stressed out when I’m about to spend my money at your establishment whatever it may be…the gas station, the car wash (oh don’t get me started), the cell phone company (who transfers many of their calls to India), a restaurant! Do you really think that I could go to another country and have them hire me in a customer service position without speaking their language. I don’t think so. France won’t have me serving biscuits instead of croissants...

The Holiday Adventures of Musicgirl: PART I

2006-01-04T14:54:00.000-05:00

This blog entry will be the first in a series of Holiday Adventures…

It has been a long time since I have blogged or even been on the computer at all. I spent the majority of my holiday time in Memphis with my Prince Tidy. I spent the first two days trying to get my tolerance up to par and the rest of the time increasing it. From the airport we hit the bar and picked right up from where we left off last time we saw each other. 900 miles hasn’t changed a thing. I love that.
So…we’re talking...(well actually Tidy was doing most of the yapping) and as I start to actually listen to what he’s saying, words like “POKER” and “HAVE PEOPLE OVER MY HOUSE” and “1000 POKER CHIPS ON MY DOOR STEP” and “MAYBE IN-LAWS or FRIENDS SENT THEM” start to surface. As I stood their staring at Tidy with that confused puppy dog look he says “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that.”
So I say"…ummm… Baby, I think those poker chips are from me.” Key words being “I THINK”. See, at that moment I was thinking all sorts of things. Tidy had me convinced that someone sent him 1000 poker chips. I knew I had only ordered 500 and asked for them to be delivered Thursday when I knew I’d be there. Did I just tell him what I got him for Christmas?... Shit! Someone else got him Poker Chips?...Damn! Someone else got him 1000 poker chips?... Did Fed Ex deliver early?... Was he drunk and saw two boxes instead of one?...
So. I started to investigate. I asked him who they were from. OK. www.pokeroutlet.com. … Check. I asked him exactly what each box said. OK. 500 piece poker chip set, dice… Check. It’s looking good for the home team…but two boxes? “Maybe the case came in one box and the chips in the other,” I said. “No. They’re the same weight. 17 lbs.” said he. We decided to take a look when we got home.
…sure enough, two boxes were sent instead of one. So let me see…500+500=1000! Bingo! We opened one box and it was like finding a treasure. Tidy promised he’d teach me how to play poker...
... So we played until the crack of dawn, like a King and Queen on the river…

…To be continued

Memphis! Here I Come...

2005-12-20T20:41:00.000-05:00

Well, this time tommorrow I will be on a plane headed to Memphis...I doubt I'll have much time to blog, so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I'm sure there will be lots of stories to tell upon my return >:)

It's Definitely a Girl !!!!!!!

2005-12-15T16:57:00.000-05:00

Damn...the baby has been here for a couple of hours now. Yes! It was that quick!!!! My baby sister(not the one who just had the baby) sent me a multimedia message that contained her picture. I am not being biased. The baby is really cute, already. And believe me I would tell you if she wasn't. My baby sister was fuuuugly...and no one denies it. Not even her. She's beautiful now, thank goodness(although if she wasn't I would still love her most of the time).

Baby sis says the birth went well. Her words exactly" Yeah, it just slipped right on out." I have yet to speak to the new mother, I'm sure she's full of all kinds of feelings...

What a joyous day. Merry Christmas eh? :)

Her water broke!!!!!

2005-12-15T13:23:00.000-05:00

I'm gonna be an aunt soon!!!!!! My younger sister is at the hospital as I speak! She's dilated 7 cm. The baby's a coming....
...I have to admit that I really wish I had a car right now, but on the other hand, there are waaay to many people with her at the moment. My daddy, who is an Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeon even cancelled all his patients.
My sister asked me if I wanted to be there during the birth...that was the deepest question anyone has ever asked me. Whoa. Sure I would love to be there for support and to get some pointers but whoa. Whoa....

Well. I'll keep you posted.
(P.S. we already know it's a girl )

Thank you and you and you.

2005-12-01T19:49:00.000-05:00

Wow. I haven’t written for a minute. From a distance it may appear that I was just THAT pissed about my car, but really, everything has been wonderful. Although I still have no car, surprisingly I haven’t missed it! Actually, the back problems that began to develop from driving the same car for over ten years, are beginning to dissipate and I’m sure that ‘Ol Girl is glad that she doesn’t have to feel my boney ass ( my ass isn’t really boney. I do have SOME junk in the trunk…but anyway…) ever again…I also am starting to reap the benefits of being the fine ass women that I am ( If you’re curious about my narcissistic tendencies…they were passed on to me by a British drummer who has gorgeous hair most of the time except for in the morning) OK…enough with the tangential thoughts and loose associations…back to being the fine ass woman that I am and benefit reaping…So I have managed to avoid public transportation by accepting the help of the male species. See! I knew they were good for something. A couple of friends have been glad to take me where I need to go and one of them even rented me an SUV for this week. My daddy says that you find out who your true friends are when your car breaks down…but those are the words of a man…I think that you find out who truely wants to get in your pants when your car breaks down. Don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t go for all, just some, and frankly, I don’t need a horny dog’s help… But no matter how you look at it I am so thankful for people who have gone out of their way to honestly help me. I thank them every chance I get. I would do the same for them. I hope they call on me if they ever need a hand…I thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you….thank you.

R.I.P.

2005-11-23T13:36:00.000-05:00

OK…I’m ready to talk about it… As most of you have heard, I recently lost my beloved car to a terrible disease know as engine failure. It affects about 90% of all cars with over 240,000 miles and it can strike when you least expect it. Fortunately, I suspected it. Some slight indications were the stutter, stutter, putt, putt thing it did when I would stop at lights and accelerate…no matter how cute, calm, cool, and collected I tried to be, It still looked and felt like I was rolling on square wheels across a moonbounce road(?) :/. Then there was the extremely loud hummm that resonated throughout the depths of you. It was so loud, talking on my cell phone in the car was no longer an option and if you managed to catch me the conversation would go something like…(hummmmmmmmmm)”Hel,hummmmm,l,hummmmm,o. Thummmidyummm? Caummmmmmn yummmmhumou hummhearmmmmm humeeeeumm….shiummmmt. Goddammmmuuuummmn Carhummmmmmmmm.” Goddamned car. And it really sucked when people would ride with me and ask me if my car was stuck in second gear. No you big fat jerk. It isn’t. And obviously you wouldn’t know second gear if it hit you in the face seeing as how I’m driving you somewhere cause your useless ass doesn’t have a car. (ok..musicgirl…take a deep breath)
Ok…maybe I’m not ready to talk about this…I must heal a little more…I can’t be asked

…to be continued…

A Little Secret

2005-11-18T22:27:00.000-05:00

Being a psychologist can be extremely draining, but also very rewarding. I have learned so much from the clients I have worked with in the past. I worked with mentally ill adults for a couple of years teaching them independent living skills with the hope that one day they would be, well, independent. Although about 90% will never leave their group home because of the severity of their mental illness, working towards the goals was fun and challenging for both client and I. The more “normal” I treated them, the more “normal” they acted. And the more TLC and patience I demonstrated…the fewer behavior problems they demonstrated. Seems like such a simple remedy. I learned a lot from them and I miss them all …I think I’ll stop by the Day Program to say “hi”….

My Music Therapy practicum this semester involves running treatment groups for Alzheimer and Dementia patients. I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive although confident that I had seen a bit of everything working with the mentally ill. Now I am loving the experience as well as the treatment population. The music groups I run exercise memory and other cognitive functions as well as physical, social, and emotional avenues. The clients really like" Name that Tune"…it’s strange how one can remember the melody from a song they learned 70 years ago, but can’t remember their child’s name…or…that they put their reading glasses in their sock…which brings me to the point of this entry…

So, there is this sweet lady in the Alzheimer’s/ Dementia unit that is seemingly quite “normal”. She is full of energy, is always smiling, loves to read…yada,yada,yada. Well Ms. Pink ( 'cause that’s what she was wearing on this particular day) was walking around as if she were looking for something. My practicum supervisor(Ms.R) asks, “Ms. Pink, are you looking for something?” Ms. Pink, smiling says,” Why yes, actually I’m looking for my glasses…I don’t know where I put them, but you know I like to read.” Then, Ms. Pink begins to look around, and then leans in close to Ms. R and me as if she has a secret to tell and says “Can I tell you a little secret? Well, I use to keep my glasses in my bra…you know…for a little lift (as she pretend cups her breasts and pretend lifts them up and down).” LOL! What a jokester! She starts to laugh and scurries off…

…. 30 minutes later…. Ms. Pink (' cause that’s what she was wearing on this particular day) was walking around as if she were looking for something. My practicum supervisor (Ms.R) asks, “Ms. Pink, are you looking for something?” Ms. Pink, smiling says,” Why yes, actually I’m looking for my glasses…I don’t know where I put them, but you know I like to read.” Then, Ms. Pink begins to look around, and then leans in close to Ms. R and me as if she has a secret to tell and says “Can I tell you a little secret? Well, I use to keep my glasses in my bra…you know…for a little lift (as she pretend cups her breasts and pretend lifts them up and down).”

…that’s right folks…she did and said the exact same thing 30 mins later...and another 30 mins after that she found her glasses in her sock where she put them. She so gracefully cracked a joke saying that she put them there so she wouldn’t lose them! LOL

That’s what Alzheimer’s is like sometimes… copy and paste…except the information is pasted in random places at random times and some parts are accidentally deleted.

Cherish the memories you’ve made, and continue to make memories that you can forever cherish

...It feels good!

2005-11-17T21:41:00.000-05:00

Today was a great day. It started at 12 :00am (naturally). I had the privilege of bringing it in while on stage at a regular gig of mine in Baltimore. Ah…Towson University Students are wonderful...and Wednesday is dollar beer night so there were lots of drunk girls shaking what their mama’s gave them in front of me, and lots of drunk guys staring at my every move. What fun…. Last night was a little different than all the other nights. This time a friend of mine drove. It was nice because I often dread traveling from DC to Baltimore, performing with everything I’ve got, doing the meet and greet thing, fighting off drunk people, packing up and moving gear, then, driving all the way back to DC. Thing is…I love it more than I hate it :) But it was still nice to have a friend drive…

So…my friend, we’ll call him Big G kept talking about the show the whole way home. It was cool. It was the first time he caught our set in its entirety and he kept talking about how the bar didn’t charge him for his food ‘cause he showed up with me and how that made him feel like “one of the big boys”. He was so excited…then he starts talking about how I should never have to drive to a gig. Big G then says that he is going to rent a Cadillac and drive me to the gig every Wednesday we play there. I thought he was kidding but he assured me over and over again with the whole “you think I’m kidding…just wait and see…” line. Big G says that to him I’m a star and I should be treated like one… I don’t need all that stuff (probably because my man spoils the shit of me)…but I couldn’t stop thinking…what a friend. I was indeed flattered….

So anyway, back to my day…so the ride up and back involved me reading a book about Electronic Music. I am currently attending school to become a board certified Music Therapist and decided that I knew enough about Electronic Music that I shouldn’t have to take the class…so…I asked the professor if I could try to test out of it. He allowed me to take the final exam…and the results are……………………………………………………….. ……………………………………………………………………….. I passed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With an 80% !!!! Do you know how wonderful that feels! I just wanted to scream!.. wait… I did scream, then I called my sweetie pie, and my father, and my mother…and two of my friends, and danced around my living room with Loverboy (my pussy…cat that is) It just felt good. I’m working on my second degree here and it feels nice to be able to take some short-cuts. So today was a good day (even though I only slept for about three hours) It was a great day.

...America, America..this is you!

2005-11-12T20:47:00.000-05:00

LMAOROTFC...(translates to: laughing my ass off rolling on the floor crying!) Damn I love America's Funniest Home Videos! The gymnastics segment just went off. I'm dying here. LMAO!!!!!!!...so this girl was on the uneven bars...she seemed to have it all together...once, twice, three times around the higher bar...she takes one more swing, (I guess to get enough umf to make it to the lower bar)..she lets go and while her body is in a sitting like position in the air... her ass hits the lower bar and bouces her back about 10ft to her ever so graceful landing...(still LMAO!) Help...I can't stop laughing...ouch..it hurts....

Segregation never, inspiration now

2005-11-12T01:00:00.000-05:00

It's not easy being a Rockstar. Although I think I'm getting the hang of it, I still cringe everytime someone asks me "Who is your biggest influence", or "Who is your inspiration" or "Who do you sound the most like" All of those questions irritate me just the same. Now, i'm not blameing the poor innocent soul who should happen to ask me one of the above because they are completely ligitimate questions. Unfortunately the answer is not that easy. You see, EVERYTHING influences me and even I don't know where it all comes from. And I certainly can't separate all my inspiration into categories. I've listened to 20 some odd years worth of music and have experienced a whole lot of things. When I write songs I honestly don't have any one particular song, or artist or experience in mind. What inspires me? How about the the white noise in the car when I drive with the music off...The major third interval that my apartment elevator sings to me 100 times a day...my moms voice on my answering machine. "Hey little girl" she says, although I'm 20 something :)...my great grandmother's stories about our Native American history ( and I would like to add that my Great grandmother still drives and still hits the casinos in Atlantic City!)...my best friend when she says "love ya girl" and tells me she's glad I'm her best friend...my man when he SCREAMS he loves me, then holds me and won't let me go...THESE things inspire me to write and to live. These things are music to my ears...

...oh yeah...and who do I sound like? I sound like ME

Here we go...

2005-11-11T21:02:00.000-05:00

So I've decided to join the world of blogging. I seem to have no problem commenting...so now I have taken the next logical step. My most wonderful boyfriend and best friend both are bloggers, so I should be so giving and share my thoughts as well... so here we go...