Driving into work today I accidentally had my iPod gangsta mix playing. Don't judge me! Actually you can, I certainly would.
My phone rang and I hit speaker and answered it assuming it would be my brother bugging me about his latest prison tool obsession. It wasn't. It was a client. Which is cool, I'm all for the clients I like calling me. Though, I have a feeling she may have a difficult time taking me serious after hearing "Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta" blaring in the background.
Oh well, such is life... you can't win them all.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Shaking it for Baby Jesus
It was a rough night last night. It started when I couldn't drive up my brother's semi-steep driveway due to massive amounts of snow, immediately followed with forgetting the garage code.
When we finally got into the house the alarm went off. I couldn't get it to stop and Carter immediately started to cry. Followed by Hannah yelling because Carter wouldn't stop crying. Ten very loud minutes later I convinced the alarm company I wasn't there to harm the children, because if so, I wouldn't have done it already.
I knew there was only one thing that would cheer the little buggers up: "Baby Got Back."
And it so, so did: The fact the kids now know the word horny guarantees I'll never be asked to stay overnight with the kids again. It was totally worth it.
When we finally got into the house the alarm went off. I couldn't get it to stop and Carter immediately started to cry. Followed by Hannah yelling because Carter wouldn't stop crying. Ten very loud minutes later I convinced the alarm company I wasn't there to harm the children, because if so, I wouldn't have done it already.
I knew there was only one thing that would cheer the little buggers up: "Baby Got Back."
And it so, so did: The fact the kids now know the word horny guarantees I'll never be asked to stay overnight with the kids again. It was totally worth it.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Precious Cargo
Working full-time, going to school full-time and making time to watch Snoop Dogg’s Father Hood doesn't leave me with a whole lot of free time. Fitting in daily tasks such as grocery shopping, sleeping and working out has been a challenge.
Yesterday, while lunching with a co-worker, we decided to try and fit in a liquor store run. The weekend is nearly upon us and I was completely out of wine. Unacceptable. The trip was a complete success; my favorite Shiraz was on sale. Getting into his car to head back to work I heard my mother’s nagging “Buckle-up, Sarah, safety first.” So I did.
A couple of blocks from the office a SUV next to us forgot to check lanes before moving over. (Is it really that difficult?) The vehicle nearly hit us and it was that moment I realized I’d buckled the wrong seat belt.
Yesterday, while lunching with a co-worker, we decided to try and fit in a liquor store run. The weekend is nearly upon us and I was completely out of wine. Unacceptable. The trip was a complete success; my favorite Shiraz was on sale. Getting into his car to head back to work I heard my mother’s nagging “Buckle-up, Sarah, safety first.” So I did.
A couple of blocks from the office a SUV next to us forgot to check lanes before moving over. (Is it really that difficult?) The vehicle nearly hit us and it was that moment I realized I’d buckled the wrong seat belt.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Presidential Pop Stars
I love this post!
It reminds me of the great Hillary Duff incident of ’06.
I was standing in line when the woman behind me commented on my Hillary ‘08 shirt, “Oh My God, I loooooove Hillary Duff. She’s coming in ’08? That’s so exciting!”
Had she been a kid I’d have gone along with her, but she was a middle-aged woman. She should have known better. “No, this is a Hillary Clinton shirt. You know the Hillary who isn’t twelve?”
I could have been nicer, I guess, but I was just annoyed since that encounter wasn’t the first. In hindsight, I should have just bought the Duff shirt and been done with it.
It reminds me of the great Hillary Duff incident of ’06.
I was standing in line when the woman behind me commented on my Hillary ‘08 shirt, “Oh My God, I loooooove Hillary Duff. She’s coming in ’08? That’s so exciting!”
Had she been a kid I’d have gone along with her, but she was a middle-aged woman. She should have known better. “No, this is a Hillary Clinton shirt. You know the Hillary who isn’t twelve?”
I could have been nicer, I guess, but I was just annoyed since that encounter wasn’t the first. In hindsight, I should have just bought the Duff shirt and been done with it.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Ten Songs for Dry Humping
veryGEORGE! is very bossy. After much prodding on his part I'm finally posting the top songs I'd dry hump to. To read his rules and post go here. I've never been one to keep rules and I'm certainly not going to start now. Since I've not been a teenager in a very long time and I sincerely doubt I've ever dry humped as much as George so I'm only posting ten songs.
Sade--Smooth Operator
How I spent 1996. Enough said.
Guns N' Roses--November Rain
I was sixteen and horny once. In fact, I'm positive this was the song I made out to on multiple occasions in the eleventh grade. Ahhh, the good old days.
Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam
Come on, admit it... we've all had the hots for the Mormon Jesus. Those blue eyes and beautiful blond locks.
Mazzy Star--Fade Into You
Find me someone that doesn't think naughty thoughts during this song and I'll do my best to change that.
I Hope They Call Me on Mission
Clean cut guys in suits are hot. I did my part in corrupting a few over the years.
Ben Folds Five--The Luckiest
I've always loved this song. And fondly remember trying to get my Mormon boyfriend to have sex while listening. I lost.
Heather Nova--Blood of Me
She's totally girl crush hot AND says the fuck word sexier than any female singer alive.
Journey--Faithfully
I don't care that George already used this one. It just breeds teenage humping. I'm pretty sure it was responsible for the great hickey incident of 1993.
Al Green--I'm Still in Love With You
Do I really need to explain this one? Total hump music.
The Sundays--Wild Horses
Sexy, sexy, SEXY!
You'll notice there isn't any recent music on this list because since last year's dry hump incident I've sworn off of it.
Sade--Smooth Operator
How I spent 1996. Enough said.
Guns N' Roses--November Rain
I was sixteen and horny once. In fact, I'm positive this was the song I made out to on multiple occasions in the eleventh grade. Ahhh, the good old days.
Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam
Come on, admit it... we've all had the hots for the Mormon Jesus. Those blue eyes and beautiful blond locks.
Mazzy Star--Fade Into You
Find me someone that doesn't think naughty thoughts during this song and I'll do my best to change that.
I Hope They Call Me on Mission
Clean cut guys in suits are hot. I did my part in corrupting a few over the years.
Ben Folds Five--The Luckiest
I've always loved this song. And fondly remember trying to get my Mormon boyfriend to have sex while listening. I lost.
Heather Nova--Blood of Me
She's totally girl crush hot AND says the fuck word sexier than any female singer alive.
Journey--Faithfully
I don't care that George already used this one. It just breeds teenage humping. I'm pretty sure it was responsible for the great hickey incident of 1993.
Al Green--I'm Still in Love With You
Do I really need to explain this one? Total hump music.
The Sundays--Wild Horses
Sexy, sexy, SEXY!
You'll notice there isn't any recent music on this list because since last year's dry hump incident I've sworn off of it.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Single-Handedly Supporting The Cyrus Family
Little AK loves Hannah Montana. She’s four, so I mostly refrain from making fun of her. When I got home yesterday there was brown package sitting on my doorstep. I got excited thinking maybe it was something that I had ordered last week for myself. No such luck. It was the singing Hannah Montana doll I ordered for Little AK’s birthday on Saturday, which reminded me I still needed to pick up her Christmas present. While Marky and I were out running errands yesterday I picked up CD for her. Yup, you guessed it, yet another Hannah Montana product.
As I was paying the cashier picked up the CD and said, “This is SUCH a great CD! I just love her music.” “Cool, but it’s not for me. It’s for a friend’s daughter,” I said. “Look lady, a lot of women your age buy this CD. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s really good music.” At this point I was totally annoyed, why would I lie about it? Seriously. I proudly admit to listening to Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer; clearly I have no problem admitting to horrible taste in music. “This music is for kids, it’s not really an adult genre. Can you just ring it up and let me go home please?” Without another word he did just that.
Fast forward to today.
I walk into my office and am just settling in when Ashley walks in and said, “I bought a Hannah Montana song on iTunes. It’s really, really good. You have to listen.” I made fun of her a little bit and then gave it a listen.
As I was paying the cashier picked up the CD and said, “This is SUCH a great CD! I just love her music.” “Cool, but it’s not for me. It’s for a friend’s daughter,” I said. “Look lady, a lot of women your age buy this CD. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s really good music.” At this point I was totally annoyed, why would I lie about it? Seriously. I proudly admit to listening to Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer; clearly I have no problem admitting to horrible taste in music. “This music is for kids, it’s not really an adult genre. Can you just ring it up and let me go home please?” Without another word he did just that.
Fast forward to today.
I walk into my office and am just settling in when Ashley walks in and said, “I bought a Hannah Montana song on iTunes. It’s really, really good. You have to listen.” I made fun of her a little bit and then gave it a listen.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Blue Eyes
Yesterday was Frank Sinatra’s birthday. Ben sent me a text message reminding me, but I didn’t need a reminder. I’ve been in love with Sinatra my entire life. In fact, he’s the first crush I ever had.
My Grandma Leavitt played a lot of big band music when I was little, which explains my love of it. It reminds me of her, and now that she’s gone I really, really like having that reminder. The first time she played a Sinatra song I announced to her I was going to be in love with him forever. From that point on whenever I spent time at her house I wanted to listen to him. I used to put on a dress and sit and listen to his records. When my grandmother asked me why I needed a dress on, I said, “I need to be pretty in case he comes to marry me." And even though he didn't come to marry me, I still listen to his music obsessively all these years later.
My mother bought me the below Frank Sinatra doll a few years ago for Christmas. I love it! In fact if there were a fire in my apartment and I only had time to save a few things I’d save the doll, and my baby blanket. Depending on how much Daisy farted that day I may save her, but chances are the fire would be a direct result from her ass.
My Grandma Leavitt played a lot of big band music when I was little, which explains my love of it. It reminds me of her, and now that she’s gone I really, really like having that reminder. The first time she played a Sinatra song I announced to her I was going to be in love with him forever. From that point on whenever I spent time at her house I wanted to listen to him. I used to put on a dress and sit and listen to his records. When my grandmother asked me why I needed a dress on, I said, “I need to be pretty in case he comes to marry me." And even though he didn't come to marry me, I still listen to his music obsessively all these years later.
My mother bought me the below Frank Sinatra doll a few years ago for Christmas. I love it! In fact if there were a fire in my apartment and I only had time to save a few things I’d save the doll, and my baby blanket. Depending on how much Daisy farted that day I may save her, but chances are the fire would be a direct result from her ass.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Ice, Ice Baby!
My Google Chat personal message today reads, "Can dry humping Vanilla Ice cause burns?" Yes, I'm that excited about his upcoming show. Seeing the message my friend Jeff Bell was very worried about the health of my lady parts.
Jeff: V.ice? Were you dry humping Vanilla Ice? Cause that's kinds icky.
me: yup!!
Jeff: You could catch something.
me: Which is why it's soooo exciting!
Jeff: Those kind of daredevil antics could make your vagina fall off!
Jeff: V.ice? Were you dry humping Vanilla Ice? Cause that's kinds icky.
me: yup!!
Jeff: You could catch something.
me: Which is why it's soooo exciting!
Jeff: Those kind of daredevil antics could make your vagina fall off!
It's a darn shame he can't see what I'm wearing today:
My love for Vanilla Ice has no limits. Word.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Aging Rocker
For a moment last week I forgot I was 31. You see, I purposely purchased tickets to attend the Matt Costa/Rilo Kiley/Modest Mouse, which was held at Utah Valley State College in Orem. Yes, Orem.
A 31 year old single female should be home knitting or collecting tacky porcelain figurines, not kicking it with kids. I know this, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to see three artists I love.
Waiting in line I couldn’t help but notice Maddie and me were the single oldest people there. Hold on, I retract that statement. Excluding the senior citizen ticket taker we were the elders in this group. As the night progressed we noticed a scattering of “adults” in the crowd. Each time this happened eye contact was made, the look passed between the stranger and I was one of comfort--knowing we weren’t the only gently worn souls in attendance.
Matt Costa was amazing, even better live. I am thrilled when that happens, it reminds me the artists really are talented and don’t just employ a talented recording studio.
Rilo Kiley was just what I expected: full of soulful lyrics. She has a stage presence that exceeded my expectations. How this dainty little thing could belt out such amazing lyrics is beyond me. She moved me...in spirit and body.
Luckily for me I am well-versed in all things Modest Mouse and knew chances of a live show being as good as the recorded music were low. I was correct. The lead singer, Isaac Brock, is a yeller. He’s known for his crazy onstage antics. This I was looking forward to, and he did not disappoint. At one point in the show he gave up on his microphone and sang into his guitar. The acoustics at this particular venue are less than ideal, but I shouldn’t expect much out of a college gym, right?
Did I learn my lesson? Not a chance. I’m headed back down to Utah County to see Rocky Votolato. I have no one to blame but myself.
A 31 year old single female should be home knitting or collecting tacky porcelain figurines, not kicking it with kids. I know this, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to see three artists I love.
Waiting in line I couldn’t help but notice Maddie and me were the single oldest people there. Hold on, I retract that statement. Excluding the senior citizen ticket taker we were the elders in this group. As the night progressed we noticed a scattering of “adults” in the crowd. Each time this happened eye contact was made, the look passed between the stranger and I was one of comfort--knowing we weren’t the only gently worn souls in attendance.
Matt Costa was amazing, even better live. I am thrilled when that happens, it reminds me the artists really are talented and don’t just employ a talented recording studio.
Rilo Kiley was just what I expected: full of soulful lyrics. She has a stage presence that exceeded my expectations. How this dainty little thing could belt out such amazing lyrics is beyond me. She moved me...in spirit and body.
Luckily for me I am well-versed in all things Modest Mouse and knew chances of a live show being as good as the recorded music were low. I was correct. The lead singer, Isaac Brock, is a yeller. He’s known for his crazy onstage antics. This I was looking forward to, and he did not disappoint. At one point in the show he gave up on his microphone and sang into his guitar. The acoustics at this particular venue are less than ideal, but I shouldn’t expect much out of a college gym, right?
Did I learn my lesson? Not a chance. I’m headed back down to Utah County to see Rocky Votolato. I have no one to blame but myself.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Them's the Breaks--column 8.30.07
To read this week's column for In Utah This Week click here. It's further proof there's "NO GOOD MUSIC!" That one's for you Jen.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
When Dreams Come True!
I've had the worst weekend ever, but it was quickly forgotten when I saw someone found my blog by searching "NKOTB WIVES."
I've been telling Milinda since 7th grade I was born to marry a New Kid. It's so meant to be!
I've been telling Milinda since 7th grade I was born to marry a New Kid. It's so meant to be!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Prehistoric Auntie
I picked up the twins from school today since their parents are out of town on business. I got them all buckled in and off we went for an adventure. It's funny, kids will find the most boring errands exciting if you tell them it's an adventure. It also works with Ben.
New Order's "Blue Monday" was playing on my stereo and Hannah starting shrieking with excitement. "It's dinosaur music aunt Sarah. I love it sooooo much!" I asked her if the song was on one of her movies, maybe one with a dinosaur. Nope. I know 80's music seems sorta old, but really dinosaur music? I think my three-year-old niece called me ancient. Great.
New Order's "Blue Monday" was playing on my stereo and Hannah starting shrieking with excitement. "It's dinosaur music aunt Sarah. I love it sooooo much!" I asked her if the song was on one of her movies, maybe one with a dinosaur. Nope. I know 80's music seems sorta old, but really dinosaur music? I think my three-year-old niece called me ancient. Great.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Always On My Mind
Today marks the beginning of Willie Nelson week. A week devoted entirely to Willie & weed. Since I don't actually smoke weed, I'll just add extra basil to my food this week and consider it good enough. You may be asking why devote this particular week. Simple. Ben and I will be taking a trip to St. George on Tuesday to see the great WN in concert.
We have a small obsession with him. When we were kids my grandparents purchased the Willie Nelson ranch located near Spanish Fork, Utah. I requested my parents change the spelling of my last name from Nielson to Nelson. As usual they marked it up as my "crazy imagination" and the spelling stayed.
The obsession reached its height when I was 12. I hated all things country, with the exception of Willie, Johnny Cash and my beloved grandfather. I fondly remember riding the 4-wheelers around his ranch while trying to keep my hair from being blown out of my side ponytail. I just knew that Willie couldn't just walk away from the ranch, and that he must secretly fly to Utah every few weeks just to check on things. My family always thought it was odd that I primped before going out on the ranch, but I was convinced Willie was watching me. I had to look good!
I found an old plaid snap shirt in the barn that I still own. I'm convinced it was Willie's shirt, and hangs proudly at the back of my closet. I may even wear it to the concert, since I probably won't have time to find pink cowgirl boots in time.
We have a small obsession with him. When we were kids my grandparents purchased the Willie Nelson ranch located near Spanish Fork, Utah. I requested my parents change the spelling of my last name from Nielson to Nelson. As usual they marked it up as my "crazy imagination" and the spelling stayed.
The obsession reached its height when I was 12. I hated all things country, with the exception of Willie, Johnny Cash and my beloved grandfather. I fondly remember riding the 4-wheelers around his ranch while trying to keep my hair from being blown out of my side ponytail. I just knew that Willie couldn't just walk away from the ranch, and that he must secretly fly to Utah every few weeks just to check on things. My family always thought it was odd that I primped before going out on the ranch, but I was convinced Willie was watching me. I had to look good!
I found an old plaid snap shirt in the barn that I still own. I'm convinced it was Willie's shirt, and hangs proudly at the back of my closet. I may even wear it to the concert, since I probably won't have time to find pink cowgirl boots in time.
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