Stuck in my brainz

How many hops Would a hipster hop If a hipster could hip hop? (I made that up. It's been stuck in my brain for a couple of days. It's been begging to be written somewhere. That somewhere is here.)

Absentee for a bit

I don't have a lot of time to write this week. I've promised myself to not go on line at all at night after work this week. Also, VonSis has a gigantic gala/event/museum exhibit opening/thingy at her place of business that I've promised to help with this Friday. I took off work for this. AND I've got two aunts coming for a visit on Friday for the weekend. Two very German aunts. Two aunts I haven't seen in about a dozen years. I've got a list of things I can and cannot do during their visit, as per VonMom. I have to memorize her list, and little does SHE know, but she's getting a list of dos and do nots from ME as well. I have to develop that list before I see her. SO Maybe something exciting and thrilling will fall from my fingertips on Sunday, but probably not before. Sigh.

Genius is a......well, genius

I've been bringing my iPod to work this week for many reasons. One of the main ones is I'm tired of listening to the people around me. I have a screecher, who's voice is about as annoying as they come. The guy that sits next to her likes to break into song at any moment. He's fond of the High School Musical songs. He also like to make up his own lyrics to songs. Funny if witty, but should be used in moderation - which it isn't - so it's just annoying. Plus the people around here are big gossip/whisperers. Whispering is fine, it's preferable to the yelling, but I've found that the whispering has it's own annoying traits. For example - have you ever noticed that when people in relatively close proximity are whispering the reason you know they are whispering is because you hear something? That something is the "ssses" in their conversation. So you just here "pssss pssss pssisss sppppsssss". HATE THAT. It hurts my ears. Anyway. I generally cannot bring precious iPod to work because LB knows that I am deaf, yet always says "Von" in barely above a whisper to get my attention. I can't hear her as is, which stresses her out, so I can't imagine how she would feel if she had my iPod to compete with my deafness to get my attention. That being said, she's out of town this week, so iPod at work making me happy. Today I hit Genius on a whim on this song: "Bittersweet" by Big Head Todd and the Monsters I got this: "All I Want" Toad the Wet Sprocket "Babylon" David Grey "#41" Dave Matthews Band "Run" Collective Soul "Nightswimming" REM "Mexico" James Taylor "Don't Dream It's Over" Crowded House "Silver Springs" Fleetwood Mac "Suedehead" Morrissey "Why Georgia" John Mayer (this one will be skipped, in perpetuity) "A Girl Like You" The Smithereens "Gone Gone Gone" Robert Plant & Alison Krauss "Change Your Mind" Sister Hazel "Walk on the Ocean" Toad the Wet Sprocket "The Mountains Win Again" Blues Traveler "Send Me on My Way" Rusted Root "Sail Away" David Grey "More Than This" Roxy Music "Heavy" Collective Soul "Chains of Love" Erasure "Something in the Way..." James Taylor "Tripping Billies" DMB "She Says" Howie Day "A Million Miles Away" The Plimsouls I'm so in love with this playlist I might elope with it this weekend. It's awesome. It's huge. It's extremely cool. Sigh Apologies to Brando and Zombie for "borrowing" a music/genius post idea. Please take it as a compliment. Plus this playlist was too awesome not to write about.

Don't call me pumpkin

Having a birthday four days before Halloween has been awesome at times, but for the most part it sucks. 1. I always ALWAYS had a pumpkin shaped cake. Always. Forever. Except twice. Once I cried and I got VonMom to make me a pink boombox cake, and it was awesome. With gum drop buttons and a pink handle and it was awesome. The second time was my 30th when VonMom made a cake with a Barbie sticking out. Like the cake was her dress. I think you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, it was the cake I always should have had, but didn't. It was a make up cake, about 20 years behind. 2. Halloween itself is the birthday of two people I cannot stand who happen to be married to each other (aw how cute. Not. They suck.) and I have one friend who ALWAYS calls me to say Happy Birthday on Halloween - it never gets old for him to then say "Oh, that's H and G's birthday! My bad!" Ha ha. So not funny. 3. In recent years the stupid holiday has put a huge damper on my bday fun. SO THis year? Birthday Brunch on Sunday, Oct 25th at a fantastically awesome Irish Pub. Who's in? Anyone want to drive in/up/down/over? Special goody bags for blogger friends who make the trip. Drop a comment if interested, and I'll send you the details. Why am I writing this so early? Because of Halloween, and people making all of their pumpkin patch/apple bobbing/costume partying OTHER plans.... See what I mean?

Am I getting old?

I just gave a guy my work number. RELAX, it was work related. BUT I rolled my T. Twice. As in: "THA-ree one two THA-ree two one....." Like the owl in the tootsie pop commercials: "One. Twhooooo. Tha-ree....." (if you don't understand this reference - stop reading this blog. Now. And never come back) I admonished myself after I hung up the phone. I even gave the phone a dirty look. I even feel like the guys is entitled to NOT call me back, due to the pretentious tone in which I delivered my number. That is all. Back to your regularly scheduled day.

A traitor to myself

There are some things I swore I would never ever do. Going to a White Sux game at the Cell (US Cellular Field to those not from around these parts) was at the top of the list. Well, in the name of friendship - I went to my first Sux game on Friday. I was reluctant. I became even more reluctant when I found out we had really bad seats. Sigh. I just knew I was going to have a horrible time. Well. I was wrong. Really really wrong. The weather was fantastic, the park is absolutely beautiful. The crowd is fun and friendly, as are the vendors and staff. I still wasn't sold, and then the pre-game hoopla started. Jesus Mary and Joseph, get their marketing team an award or something. About halfway through the pre-game video/music show I got the chills. By the time the clips started showing the World Series win and Buerhle's perfect game, I had tears in my eyes. By the time the fireworks started I was in love - In love with the Sox, and their fans, the Cell, everything. We drank a lot of green beer - it was the half-way to St. Patrick's day game - and I had one of the best hot dogs I've ever had. About an hour into it I finally put on my green and white Sox hat. I almost spent $80 on a sweatshirt. I was wrong about that little south side baseball team. The Sox have heart, a lot of it. So do their fans. Oh, one thing though - I still can't stand A J Piersinski (or however you spell it) That guy is a total cobag. Don't get me wrong, I'm still also a Cubs fan - I love the team and I believe in them. I will always believe in them. I will follow them and watch their games on t.v. I've just fallen out of love with Wrigley Field and the assholes that go there. So, I'm proudly joining the ranks of those that I made fun of - the Chicago Baseball Fans. I will happily wear my cubbie blue "we believe" wrist band with my new Sox hat, and I pity the person who says anything about it.

I've been checking!

Road House has not yet been on this weekend. I'm very surprised.