Thursday, April 29, 2010

American Idol Highlights

     If you watched American Idol this week, you already know that Siobhan got the boot.  It's funny cause she actually sounded pretty good this week, but then, everybody did really well so it was a tough call. Shania Twain was the mentor and as Ellen put it, they were all aboard the Shania Twain.  Since I'm late with my post (again) I'll just do a quick re-cap.
     Lee put his own sound on You're Still the One and was pretty good, but not his best, for me.  Crystal, for a change, wasn't the judges favorite.  I liked her rendition of No One Needs To Know - it was whimsical and it looked like she was having fun, but the judges thought it was just ok.
     I have to say that Aaron's performance was the best I've heard from him.  He sang You've Got a Way with such feeling that I had to wonder how in the heck a just 17-year-old could muster up that kind of emotion and connection to the song. The judges wondered it too and his answer made me love the performance even more. He was thinking of his mom!   *sniffle*  Actually, that was quite strategic of him because not only did he probably get the teeny bopper votes since Tim is gone, but he also got all the mom's votes too.
     The two best performances, at least for me, were Casey and Mike. Here's sexy Casey:

And here's Big Mike:

     They were both so heartfelt don't you just want to hug them?  And maybe give Casey a big kiss...or two?
     The competition is getting tougher as the contestants get whittled down.  Next week will be a challenge as it's Sinatra week with Harry Connick Jr as the mentor. Tune in here for the highlights - same bat time, same bat blog. 

     Happy Friday all!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

A Stranger's Goodbye

     I was cleaning out some files in my home office yesterday and found a poem I had written in 2002. It was prompted by an obituary I read in that day's paper. I'm embarassed to admit I actually sent it to the newspaper to see if they would put it in the Opinion section where they publish reader's letters to the editor. (Did I just admit that??) They didn't. There were more noteworthy letters to publish about much more important things going on in the world.
   So I filed my little poem away and forgot about it. I wouldn't have found it at all if not for the cleaning kick I'm still on. I thought I'd post it here since in this tiny little part of the world, I'm the editor.
     I think it sums up why people read obituaries, or at least why I read them.  It's not out of morbidity. It's empathy. We read the departed's name, a few facts about them, the names of who will miss them, and we think of that soul for just a moment.  For that moment we connect with strangers grieving for the same person. Deep down we are hoping that when it's our obituary in the paper, a stranger will take a minute to think about us.
     The obituary I read that day was for a child. Empathy is the most profound when it's because the life lost is a child's. We take a few extra moments to think about those young souls and to grieve with those families. 


I read about you in the paper today
Right after the story of the war far away
After I read of the murder of a mother and son
And after the story about the hit-and-run
I had already read more about ground zero
And saw the memorials to local heroes
There was a story about germ warfare
And more about the Anthrax scare
Page after page about all that is bad
Strange, but I should have felt more sad
Then it was after the announcements of births
That I read about how you left this earth
You were only thirteen, just crossing the street
You were hit and the world didn't miss a beat
They mentioned what happened in just a few lines
But when I read them I began to cry
You were just a small figure in a sea of lives
Another child un-named that needlessly died
But you were the world to those who loved you
For them the world stopped the moment they knew
What can be said to bring them comfort?
Can anything ever heal their hurt?
Perhaps the memories of you can ease the pain
Or the knowledge that now you are in God's hands
Just maybe it helps to know that others care
That the loss of your life mattered to a stranger out there
That your story, although obscure among all the rest
Was read and will be remembered the best
I'll pray for you and for those whom you loved
May God keep you in his love

     That's my post for today.  It's a little bit sad, but a little hopeful too. Our human emotions, whether they be sorrow, empathy, joy, or fear, connect us all and enable us to relate to each other. We may not share the same experiences, but we do share the same emotions. When we feel these things for one another we're reminded that we're not alone. Even among strangers, we're not alone.

Photo courtesy of Maggie Smith

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

American Inspiring Idol

     My brother is now officially hooked on American Idol.  We've also got him hooked on Glee, but you wouldn't be able to tell because he sits at the kitchen table and just peeks over the dividing wall at the family room T.V. and watches while he pretends to be looking at grocery store ads.  But I know he's watching because when I sneak a glance at him, he's bobbing his bald head to the music.  He's a closet Gleeker.  It's ok, bro, real men watch Glee.
     Back to American Idol. The theme of the night was inspirational songs. The fact that the remaining seven contestants have made it this far must be inspiring and uplifting to each of them, so it should have been easy to convey that in their performances.  For me, only two stood out as truly inspirational and the rest were a good try.
     Casey sounded good (and looked pretty darn good too) singing Don't Stop, but the judges weren't impressed.  Ellen likened Tim to the soup of the day and said she didn't care for the soup that day.  I have to agree with her - it was watery.
     Lee Dewyze sang one of my favorite Simon and Garfunkel songs, The Boxer, and did a beautiful rendition of it.  It was quite brave of him to pick a not very known song, and an older one at that. He put his own style into it and I think really did it justice.  Paul and Art would be proud. Check it out:

This is one I'm definitely going to grab from I-Tunes.  You can get the full version of any of your favorite Idol songs there, by the way.
     Aaron sang I Believe I Can Fly.  I thought he did a pretty good job with it.  Hubby made fake snoring noises and said, "I believe I can nap."  Siobhan's performance was the best I've heard from her, and I liked her little butterfly outfit, but the only judge that liked it was Ellen.  Big Mike feels every song he sings, which I love about him, and he was feeling Hero, but the judges weren't.
     Then there was Crystal.  She put herself out there by just standing up and singing.  No guitar, no piano - just her and her voice. That must have been hard for her because you can tell she doesn't like to be vulnerable. But as each week goes by, she opens up more and more and her fans love it because it just makes her more endearing and even more of a favorite. Last night she was just magnificent. She was so moved she broke down at the end of her song. Even Simon was touched and called her performance inspirational:

I love the Rod Stewart and Jeff Beck version of this song, but this is another one I'll be grabbing from I-tunes.
     Tonight is Idol Gives Back, the annual show they do for charity. If you don't usually watch Idol, you might tune in tonight to check it out. There's always great celebrity performances and the focus is on helping those less fortunate. It's meant to inspire and it usually does.  Hope everyone has a great rest of the week!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


     I got tired of my living room this weekend.  I've been thinking about it for a while now, but it just hit me all at once that I needed to change things around.  Now.  Hubby runs and hides when this happens.  He calls it Changeivitis.  I think deep down he's afraid that he might be the next changee.  He could use some color co-ordinating, but this weekend I just focused on the living room.

I changed it around so now it looks like this
Sorry, I don't have before pictures, you'll just have to trust me that it looks better.  See the Springy pitcher and greenery?

In the process I found alot of this:

Eww.  Maybe the other corner isn't as bad.


     So, I did some Spring cleaning in the process.  As you can see, it really needed it.  After I cleaned and re-arranged the living room, I cleaned the family room.  I even cleaned and vacuumed the couch, which at any given time has at least three asses and 4 dogs on it.  So it was pretty dirty.  I'll spare you pictures.

Then I added some Spring color in the Dining Room
I just feel this need to put blues and greens around my house when the weather starts getting warmer.

I added some more Spring touches here

And here

The only downside to Spring is the abundance of these:

So I weeded too.

     Then I helped my daughter clean and rearrange her room.  What the heck was wrong with me?? Changeivitis is like that though.  It just strikes out of the blue and you feel the need to make things...different.  More appealing.  Less boring.
     I don't think I'm over my Changeivitis.  I should feel very good that I had such a productive weekend and at least part of my house has been Spring cleaned, but I don't.  I want more.  I think I'm going to paint the bathroom.
     Then I got to thinking, do we change our surroundings because really we want to change something bigger in our lives, but maybe don't have the courage to do it?  Maybe we don't even know exactly what it is that needs to change, but we know it's something. 
     Or maybe it's just Spring Fever.
     Whatever the cause of Changevitis, changing things up - or around - in our lives is usually a good thing. Sitting in a rearranged room can change your perspective on things and bring about creative thinking.  Maybe if I sit in my living room for a while I'll figure out what it is about myself that I really want to change. 
     Think I'll wait till after I paint the bathroom. Why waste a perfectly good case of Changeivitis?
     What about y'all?  Does Spring cleaning make you want to Spring clean yourself?  Do you get Changeivitis and what do you do about it?

Friday, April 16, 2010

Hey Brothah What's For Suppah?

I may have mentioned this a time or two, but my brother, his wife, and their two doggies live with us.  Just about a year ago we decided it would help both of our families out if we combine households. 
All families have ups and downs getting along
I realize that not all families can do this. Past grievances, personality differences, and sibling rivalries can run deep and be difficult to get past.  Family tension can make a once-a-year holiday dinner unbearable, let alone every meal, every day. 
For us though, living together has been working out fabulously.  I attribute our success partly to our easy-going personalities and partly to the fact that my sister-in-law does floors.  But the best perk of our commune-like lifestyle is that my brother loves to cook.
He watches Paula Dean and Bobby Flay and The Neelys, scours the internet for recipes, and is fearless when it comes to trying something new.  Hubby showed him a recipe he found online for Roman burgers.  Those are burgers made the way the ancient Romans did. 

I didn't know Romans ate burgers, but I'm no history buff.  Apparently they soak french rolls in white wine, mix that with hamburger and fish sauce, shape it into patties, and poke pine nuts and green peppercorns into them.  Then they bake them in reduced grape juice.  No, really - here's the website.
I was instructed to go to the party supply store and buy little plastic Roman swords to garnish the Roman burgers (which would be served on ciabatta bread by the way).  My brother warned me, "Don't buy pirate swords because pirate swords in Roman burgers would be lame." 

I confessed I didn't know the difference between a Roman sword and a pirate sword.  As a result, I was immediately relieved of that duty.  As it turns out, the party store didn't have Roman swords. 

We made the burgers anyway, with ceasar salad on the side.  For me, they tasted a bit weird, but hubby and the kids liked them.
Most of my brother's concoctions come out delicious.  He made a crunchy coating for baked fish from Captain Crunch cereal once that was wonderful.  His chicken and meat marinades thrown together from whatever he can find in the fridge are always tasty and he is an awesome barbeque-er.
Southwestern eggrolls with black beans and corn
Sometimes I come up with the idea for the concoction and he carries out the execution.  A couple weeks ago we were trying to think of ways to use our Easter turkey leftovers.  I said Southwestern style eggrolls made with turkey instead of chicken sounded good. 

His eyes lit up and off he went to the computer to look for recipes.  He combined two into one and the result was eggrolls made with chopped up turkey meat, corn, black beans, cumin, chedder and cream cheese.  They were scrumptious with the avocado dipping sauce. 

We're going to do the same thing with Thanksgiving leftovers and I'm thinking some kind of cranberry dipping sauce.  Yum, right?
Once in a while he makes a culinary faux pas. He was making hubby's favorite bean dip with refried beans, cheese, sour cream, and salsa. He found a container in the fridge that looked like it held leftover refried beans.  Being not a food waster, he dumped it in, mixed it up, and served the dip to hubby and the kids.

Hubby came upstairs with a nasty grimace on his face and whispered to me to taste the bean dip because it tasted "funny."  I tasted.  It tasted like fish.  Definitely not bean dip. 

We discovered the unidentified leftover contents that my brother thought was refried beans was actually salmon dip.  That explained the fishy taste.  Furthermore, it was salmon dip bought back in January.  That explained the runs.
A pan simmering on the stove
I have to say, I am getting spoiled (in a good way...not like the salmon dip) having a personal chef living with us.  Sometimes when I'm in my office, stressed out and working late, the smell of garlic and onions browning, or of chicken baking, will waft upstairs and comfort me.  The cooking aromas remind me to stop, come downstairs and enjoy being home with family.  The day's problems will be back tomorrow and cocktail hour is now.
Who knew that the same brother who, when we were kids, used to say, "Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise," then shoved blanket fuzz in my mouth, would turn out to be such a blessing now?

My brother just came in and said he's barbequeing  pork chops with sweet and sour sauce.  It's time to go downstairs and have a cocktail.  
My Bro
Mouth-wateringly yours,

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Better Late then Never?

     A little less work and a little more blogging is my Elvis mantra today.  I didn't have a second on Wednesday to recap Tuesday's show then before I knew it, the results were on.  If anyone out there was disappointed that there was no Idol post from me, I'm truly sorry.  You can leave me nasty comments if it makes you feel better.
     Now that we know Katie and Andrew were the ones eliminated, it's a little pointless to recap everyone's performance, so I'm just going to touch on a few highlights.  The theme was Elvis songs and the mentor was Adam Lambert.  If you don't watch the show, Adam was the runner up last season and is known for his fantastic vocals and creative song interpretation.  He may be controversial but he is extremely talented.  Take a listen to his version of Johnny Cash's country classic Ring Of Fire: 

Crazy, right?  I couldn't find good video of the actual performance on You Tube but Adam was also known for his flamboyant showmanship.  He was a good choice to mentor for Elvis week.
     I thought the best performance of the night was Big Mike singing In the Ghetto .  In case you missed it, Big Mike got the lowest number of votes last week and would have been eliminated from the show, which was astonishing.  The judges are allowed to "save" one contestant from elimination until it gets down to the last five contestants.  They rightly choose to save Mike.  Here's his performance this week, after being spared going home last week:

     If anyone deserves to make it to the very end, it's big hearted Big Mike.
     The other noteworthy performances were by Crystal and Lee. But the most noteworthy moment of the night was when Ryan was telling Adam Lambert about how he sings along to Adam's songs in his car, and Adam said to get the screams he has to get his tongue out.  Ryan replied, "My tongue is not nearly as talented as yours." 
     Can you say "Awkward?"  A network executive somewhere probably choked.
     Hope everyone is having a great week and I'll try not to drop the ball next week!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Hubby's Procedure

     Hubby had to have a "procedure" done on Friday.  He doesn't like it when I use that word.  He says it sounds like I'm referring to some type of medical service that is too embarassing to call by it's real name and is vague enough to let the listener conjure up their own medical definition.  Things like hemorrhoid removal, penis enlargement, or cyst draining come to mind. 
The first time I used the word, I told a client over the phone that we couldn't meet that morning because my husband was having a procedure done.  I saw hubby's pained expression as soon as I said it and quickly tried to banish any disconcerting images that might be forming in my client's mind. "Oh, it's nothing major, just something he needs to do," I said.

Implying it was not medically necessary probably just opened up a whole new realm of possiblilities for "procedure" and made it worse.   When I got off the phone, hubby glared at me and said, "You can't just say you have another appointment??"
Friday's "procedure" was a steroid shot in his neck, administered under anesthesia, for pain from a displaced disc. There. All disconcerting images banished, I hope. The truth is, hubby likes having procedures done. Anything that involves him taking a nap is a positive experience.  He practically skipped into the examining room. 
I was rather surprised at his enthusiasm, considering the last time he was there they got his chart confused with someone elses.  After settling him in the "procedure" room, they told him to lay face down on the table.  He complied without questioning.  Then they said, "Ok, pull down your pants."

His complacency screeched to a halt and he asked where, exactly, they were going to give him the shot for his back.  After some him-hawing and mumbled apologies they figured out they had the wrong chart, or the wrong guy - it was just definitely wrong.  Whatever the other guy was getting, "procedure" was the right word for it.
Da Vinci illustrating proper technique for making snow angels.
The face-up technique is recommended.
That prior visit's little blunder would not curb hubby's anticipation of his anesthetic induced nap however.  He made jokes with the anesthesiologist as he was being prepped and cheerfully waved goodbye to me as I left to wait in the reception room. 
Fortunately, they play movies in the waiting room to distract people from the fact that they have been waiting for a really long time.  There were previews for the movie Madagascar.  The voice of one of the characters was Chris Rock.

It reminded me that the night before I had dreamed that I was making out with Chris Rock.  I don't have a thing for Chris Rock, I've never given him much thought, and I haven't seen a movie recently that he's been in, but there he was making out with me in my dream.  I remember thinking, "Wow, he has big lips."
Back to hubby's procedure. The nurse called my name when he was done.  As I followed her back to the room, she said hubby was "a character."  I agreed with her.  She said when she told hubby he should be a stand-up comic, hubby replied sleepily, "Yeah, but then I'd have to stand up."  That sounded like hubby.  He delivers his best material when he's groggy.
When I entered the room, he waved at me with a goofy grin and said the nurses tried to grab his butt.  Then he said he tried to grab the nurse's butt.  The nurse told me I better hang onto him as we walked to the car.
It's become a tradition that after hubby's "procedures" we stop at Jack-in-the-box on the way home.  He's always starving because he has to fast due to the anesthesia.  Husbands are like kids and dogs when it comes to their little routines, aren't they?

Just leave their treat-time, bed-time, bath-time, procedure-time routines the same and all is right with the world.  He munched on his tacos while back-seat-driving all the way home.  Then I tucked him in bed for a nap.  I wondered if he would dream that he punched out Chris Rock.          

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

American Idol Talk

     Last night's show was amazing. The theme was Paul McCartney and John Lennon songs.
     Hubby and I were like Paula and Simon in our opinions of performances. The one thing we did agree on was that Casey James was hot, hot, hot!  Well, hubby didn't exactly say that but he did say something like, "Yeah, he was good."  Judge for yourself girls:

     Makes you want to throw your knickers at the stage, doesn't it?  Don't do it though, cause they'll just bounce off your computer screen and clutter up your desk.  I'm going out of order here, but I had to start with Casey because his heartfelt performance was the best of the night. 

     Aaron actually performed first and although it wasn't bad, I think it was the weakest of the night.  Katie did a beautiful job with Let It Be.  She gave it a little R and B feel and her vocals were awesome.

     Andrew sang Can't Buy Me Love and for me it was sort of a nostalgic feel.  I think he should have made it more comtemporary, but the vocals were pretty good.  He had a strange look going on.  Kind of like if Buddy Holly and Richie Valens had a baby.

     Big Mike delivered as always, singing Eleanor Rigby.  I thought he overdid it a little, but that's the thing you gotta love about Mike - if he's feeling it, you know it.  His voice was fabulous.

     Crystal  was wonderful as usual.
(Pssst, Crystal honey....two words - teeth whitener.  When hubby makes cracks like, "Old Yeller is back," it's time to break out the Crest strips again) 

     Tim Urban can count on the teenie bopper vote, because, let's face it, that age group are expert texters. The judges thought is performance was good, but for me is was just, "Eh." He just isn't as talented as the rest of the group IMHO.

     Siobhan sang Across the Universe.  She sang without her signature scream, and it was simple and slow, but a bit nasaly for me. Hubby however, thought it was beautiful.

     Lee is sounding more and more confident and although the bagpipes were a strange kind of twist, I really liked his performance of Hey Jude.  Check it out:


Hubby didn't care for it.  I slurred at him and mumbled incoherently like Paula did to Simon.

     As far as who's going home, I think it's between Aaron and Tim, but we'll see in a few hours.  I have to go help brother make Turkey empanadas now.  I'll let you know how they come out!  Thanks for reading.

Monday, April 5, 2010

No More Blog Blahs!

Well I done did it!  I messed with CSS code and everything.  With the help of lots of freebie sites and advice, I gave myself a blog makeover.  The header is still in the planning stages, and the fonts need some work - a process that looked too complicated for me to tackle at the moment - but all in all not a bad job if I do say so myself. 

If it's too busy for your taste, I apologize, but like my cousin Gina says, "If it's worth doin' - it's worth over-doin!"  Speaking of over-doing, I was so caught up working on my blog over the weekend, that my brother nicknamed me "Busty Bloggins".  I kind of like that.

Whew.  I'm so exhausted from the effort of my makeover that I really have no energy to blog at the moment.

But, I have to give credit to some super helpful websites I found in the process.  There are such creative folks out there in blogger world and the fact that they are willing to share their creations for free (or a donation) is darn nice.  So I'm going to end this post with a list of the websites that made changing CSS code not as hair-pulling-ly frustrating as I expected.  Or they just had really cute backgrounds and buttons.

Three Column Blogger

Oh yeah - What d'ya think?  Be honest.  But only if you like it.  If you don't then just lie.  Not really. I can take it.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Happy Spring!

Don't you just love tulips?  So Springy.

     This was a bit of a "submerge" week for me due to work being busy. I didn't have much time to surface and blog so please forgive me if I haven't been over to visit your blogs.  I hope to catch up this weekend.

     Spring always inspires me to change things so don't be surprised if you pop over to my blog over the next few days and find it looking different.  I'll be experimenting with backgrounds and headers and colors...oh my!  Aussie Lori and Brenda did it and I can't let my down under girls show up us Yankees.  Mine will be a budget makeover (which translates to I have to do it myself so if I have to mess with CSS code forget it), but we'll see what I can come up with.  My sister never liked my header.  She said it looked like a gargoyle in a cemetery and creeped her out.  I just thought it was a pretty little angel thinking about stuff. Tomatoe, Tomato.

Hope everyone has a Happy Easter!