Art or Pop Stars?

Lately I have become obsessed with musicians that are really really out there.  Growing up I was never really into super pop music- I listened to Alternative Rock music and always wished I could dress like I was fresh off the set of My So Called Life.

(alas- it never really turned out that cool- plus no matter how much spaghettii sauce I put in my hair was never Claire Danes red.)

So I never really jumped on the Prince or Cher band wagon.  I always thought “why do those people have to be so weird? And why do people LIKE them so much?”

 

(Brittany Gray’s attack for Cher blasphemy in 3….2….1)

But it wasn’t until this year I think I finally got over my “they’re weird” mentality and slowly began to fell in love with the idea of the most absurd musicians. It all started with Lady GaGa– it was an easy sell for me- pop music, cute girl, fun style to copy..

I became obsessed because it was SO much more interesting than (and no offense meant here lovely American Idol folks- you’re all very talented) but that process image we get stamped out for AI or any other label.

 

 

Ya know what I mean?

(–side movie quote from 40 Year Old Virgin: “I would rather listen to Fran Drescher for eight hours than have to listen to Michael McDonald. Nothing against him, but if I hear “Yah Mo B There” one more time, I’m going to “Yah Mo” burn this place to the ground. “)

OK- back to work because clearly Michael McDonald is not what I was referring to.

OK! So anyway- so then after Lady GaGa slowly others started coming out- these people are less like human beings and more like walking pieces of art work- very Andy Warhol.

Example: Kanye West’s on again off again girlfriend-who-got-caught-the-other-night-making-out-with-Chris-Brown-but-you-didn’t-hear-it-from-me-Amber Rose.

And I know our grandparents would say “what happened to that Lady?” but at the same time- doesn’t a small part of you want to hang out with them just for one night and see what sort of crazy trouble you can get into?

I think since we’re so easily transitioning back into that 80’s culture- (and trust me- scrunchies are knockin’ at our door!)

(NEVER OK!)

We might as well embrace these weirdo artists while we can before we miss the boat. You don’t want to be like me and half to go “sigh…yeah…Prince is awesome” even though secretly you don’t find his tiny girl-body and sick 14 year-old peach fuzz boy mustache appealing. Just start to love these Picassos before you’re too late.

Feeling vomity

Is vomity a word? Either way- it’s how I feel.  Nikki’s never ending car troubles are rocking out as per usual. Here’s the scoop:

I bought a 96 Ford Taurus off of my sister– the history of this car is as follows:

-My dad had it as a company car
-The car was actually stolen by a bad news employee who was also involved in bad drug business

-Car was recovered by police
-My sister gets the car for her 16th Birthday
-She goes to college and leaves car behind

-I get car to use on my 16th Birthday
-Sister takes car back a few years later, I drive something else

-Sister uses until this year
-It starts to go a little down-hill- she buys new car
-I crash my car right about that time- she sells me car

-I JUST get done paying it off and suprise! The radiator busts completely and boils over a few different times.
-It is hanging out at a service center waiting on me to figure out what to do.
-So now I’m looking into a possibility of a new car which is where the “Vomity” comes in. UGH. New cars (or pre-owned) terrify me. I just don’t like making those decisions and I don’t like that I know nothing about cars and you can smell it on me a mile away.

(Bees and Car salesman can smell fear)

And I just want someone to help me. My Dad lives in Michigan so he’s doing the best he can from miles and miles away but I just want someone to walk into the dealer with me and go “Nope- it’s a ripoff” or “yes- this is a good deal”. So the idea of going and looking and not really knowing what I want makes me sick. I am in total “I’m scared so I quit” mode and that is a BAD thing. I need to just get it taken care of…sigh.

I’m like this biker only I don’t have a cool helmet..

So…I’m just praying to the fix-it-aller of the Universe and hoping that I can figure this all out. YUCK. So hopefully that’ll help. Also- I found this and I think everyone has in their mind what Jesus looks like to them…this is what my Jesus looks like. (And no- this isn’t a blasphemous joke…I really think this is it)

Accusations

 

Lately there have been accusations made about me involving an incident in the bathtub. That person making these claims may or not be a person by the name of My Cousin A.  No…wait…that’s too obvious.. Let’s go with MC Amy. So this person has been spreading these rumors and I would like to address it publicly with you now. I will no longer hide in fear of these allegations getting out- I must stand up for what is true.

Many years ago I engaged in what some might call typical toddler behavior. I was bathing in a large tub with my sister and a female cousin.

At that time we had wash cloths available for our use. One of those wash cloths may or may not have been brown. At that same time while still learning the ropes of the toilet training process I may or may not have had some issues realizing that the tub was not in fact a large toilet. As a result of this incident my cousin recklessly grabbed for what she thought was the brown wash cloth…and as you can see- the situation was irreversible.

As a result of this incodent I have been publicly scorned and attacked by the dozens of people who read this blog. So I just wanted you to hear it straight from me so there was no confusion about that very dark time in my very far past. I regret that it happened and I hope to in the future bring to light the struggles of other toddlers who often confuse the bathtub for a toilet.

Thank you for your continued support and I hope that I will be able to regain your respect.

WordPress

Why send me spam that is a bunch of letters all put together into not-words? At least if you’re plugging your male enhancement or new vitamins I’ll read it. If it’s a bunch of letters I’m just going to sigh and remember that some people find Kindergarden hard.

I’m going to head up to Greensburg in a bit to check out the 150th celebration before I go up tomorrow. Make you go get on that- www.greensburg150.com.

Also- want to say thanks to Ian McGriff- he’s my trainer at Tipton Lakes Athletic Club- after I was whining to him about my lady “time of the month” and how fat and gross I felt (of which he was very understanding and let me rant and rave from the treadmill I was on) I have since gotten over that part and feel really muscley lately. I think today I’m going to try and test my body fat % from when I first started with him over a year ago and see how much I’ve improved- I imagine a whole lot! Thanks for understanding that I’m a chick more often than not-Ian and for letting me complain but only if I do it from a treadmill.

My mood ring says its time to write about Dinoworld

This past Saturday I celebrated the last of my birthday hurrahs when Brittany Gray took me to Dinosaur World in Cave City Kentucky. Sara Beth and Sara Wagons came along for the ride and we nerd-alerted it up the whole way there. Then when we got there we got to hang out with all of these guys!

And THEN after all that fun we went to the Mammoth Cave Wax Museum and hung out with such figures as Jesus and Davey Crockett…one in the same..

**ok I’ve been trying to get these pictures up for the last 1/2 an hour- no luck. We’ll call the next blog Part II and try again in a bit when WordPress wants to cooporate!

SORRY!

Since my dinoworld pics aren’t off my camera yet..

 

It’ll have to be a Natalie Dee Day.

More hilarity at…http://www.nataliedee.com/

 

Have a good one- I’ll try and be in a blogging mood tomorrow.

Nikki

Cyst-em overload

Well I officially had my cyst removed yesterday. (yeah I know the topic is gross- let’s share!)

I went to my Dr’s office and was all nervousy. I get into the exam room and the nurse was very nice and I told her I was nervous so she told me that she had just had the surgery not that long ago so it wasn’t that bad. She said the only part that really hurt was the shot to numb you. She also said that she hated cyst surgeries and that they were gross. (lol..thanks for the encouragement) So then Dr. Maxwell came in and we got things underway. She shot me up with numbing stuff which actually was not that painful- which was awesome- because if that was the worst part then I was already through the woods.

Then I stopped watching and I’m going to describe what I THINK was happening even though I was numb this is what it felt like…

Dr. Maxwell uses a razor to cut the world’s biggest hole in my arm..

-Then she got all up in the large hole and started digging around…

-Then she used these medical scissors to cut something… Which I can only imagine were vital tendons and veins- and she was poking around in there..

-Then she started pulling stuff out- and I swear to you- I got to see a few pieces of it when it was all over- it looked like this!

I was so sure it would look like this grape stomp..

But it didn’t- she described it as kinda dried up cottage cheese- lol nasty!

So then I got my ONE stitch and was on my way. SO much easier than I thought it would be and everyone at First Care Family Medicine did a great job! So mega thanks to them and thanks to my cyst for leaving my life as quickly as it came in.

So now I just can’t get my arm wet for 7-10 days…lol so for a whole week I have to shower with Saran-Wrap on my arm- like this…

that might not work as well with the showering part of it all…how will my body get clean?

SO- yes it was quite the experience. Also- I was telling the Dr and Nurse about the Q Wake Up Crew apologizing to people they were mean to and they started to tell stories about all the people they were mean to when they were little- it was hilarious. It’s funny when your Dr’s become real people too. Not that they aren’t real people but that they are usually such morally upstanding citizens that when they do something not-nice it’s hilarious!

I’m going to enjoy my weekend- Brittany Gray is taking me to Dino World for my birthday! I’m going to dig one of those suckers up!!! JEALOUS!??

Thought so.

Have a great weekend!

Slogging

That’s what I call it when I’ve been slacking on my blog.

So I’ve been sort of in pain in my muscles and shoulders today- I think I’m sleeping like a maniac and as a result feel like I’m walking around like a vulture.

I can’t figure out how I keep doing that. My only conclusion being that I must sleep like this…

(by the way- I posted this picture because I thought it was funny but what kind of a sick freak puts their baby in a pot on the stove? You’ll just be hungry an hour later)

So that’s been a little annoying because I can affect the position I fall asleep in but I can’t control how I move in my sleep…not without some sort of length of rope and let’s be honest- who has time for that?

Not this guy- I’m pretty sure he’s in jail for something. (I googled angry man and this came up..fun stuff!)

Also- I’d like to say a special thanks to my sister for apologizing all these years later for duct-taping me into a box when I was younger.

(me minus the smile)

(So far still waiting on apologies from my brother and cousins Kari and Mike) That was a really big step for her to say she was sorry especially because I’m sure as she was typing it she looked more like this..

hehe…oh well. I’ll live.

Also- I think I just realized something- when I’m looking for pictures for my blog that are hilarious I think I feel like children and kittens always pay off. That they are hilarious every time. Here are some examples.

OK I had a bunch of other examples however my right click on my computer just stopped working thus…no more bogarted photos. Sorry!

Well have a great day- puddle stomp!

Apologies

So this morning Brittany Gray told me a terrible story about when she was growing up. She had this little friend named Gary who one time gave her a Barbie doll with a plastic curling iron and she was really excited to curl the doll’s hair. But then found out the curling iron was plastic and didn’t talk to Gary for a really long time. SAD! I can only imagine Gary looked like this..

And that Brittany Gray looked like this..

(Hey! This is MY imagination- I can do whatever I want)

So then I started thinking about all those things you do as a little kid that later you think “wow..I was a real jerk”. So I thought I’d do an apology list. If you have one- keep it in mind for the Q Wake Up Crew- we’ll be doing these on the air too…

-To my brother Michael (aka- Beardsley McBearderson) for basically making you cry all the time. Sorry that when Kate and I drank hot chocolate we’d say we were having a “ladies club meeting” so you couldn’t join us unless you were the janitor and cleaned up after us. Also sorry for tricking you at the bus stop that one morning when you hit me and pretending I was dead until you cried….sorry!!

(I now know why you have a beard)

-Sorry to my neighbor girl Janie who sometimes for no reason I didnt want to play with so I wouldn’t answer the door when she knocked on it. And also for that bladder infection you got for not going to the bathroom because you were afraid that we would run away if you went inside.

-Sorry to all those boys that I totally liked but since I was nervous I was really mean to them instead- that list includes…wait..no- scratch that- my mom still reads this and she’ll totally squeal on me. lol! Basically if I was mean to you I probably liked you. Let’s just leave it at that.

I think that’s all I feel guilty about right now- but either way- not good stuff Nikki. It’s amazing that when you think back to when you were little how small of a conscience you really have. And how easy it was to just be mean and not care- when now as an adult we are much more concerned with how others feel. Ahh growing up- we learn so much.  SO maybe today would be a good day to find your “Gary” and tell them you’re sorry.

Brittany Gray- I’m buying you this for your birthday next year..

http://cgi.ebay.com/BARBIE-%2f-1988-CURLING-IRON_W0QQitemZ130281810063QQcmdZViewItem

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Nikki