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Give Me A Break

November 24, 2009

Okay, so I changed my mind and put up my usual ugly mug shot instead of the next of my baby pictures. I figured I’d prolong all that adorableness and show you one each week, on Tuesdays, kind of like Baby Picture Monday except it’ll be on Tuesdays.

So, I watched the American Music Awards the other night, as I mentioned and I really don’t want to spend a lot of time on it other than a few notable mentions. First of all, Janet Jackson lip-synched her much talked about seven minute show opener medley of hits, which was supposed to be 8 minutes “we’d never forget”. Alright, not all of it, she did happen to actually utter “Come on and sing with me” in between prerecorded songs.  Ariel and I both agreed that had she come out with her medley closer song “Together Again”  now (Everywhere I go/Every smile I see/I know you are there/Smiling back at me/Dancing in moonlight/I know you are free/Cuz I can see your star/Shining down on me), it would probably be her biggest best seller of all time. Kanye West looked spooked sitting in the audience; what he was doing there at all is perplexing (there’s that word again). J-Lo fell during her fancy choreography, stepping across someone’s back and then KERPLOP, right on her biggest ASSet, but she got herself right back up without missing a beat. Whitney Houston did an emotional self analytical recapping ditty of her rise from the ashes and the audience’s reception brought her to tears.

What else was there of note? Oh, yes, it was more like the Taylor Swift show. She won 5 awards and thanked everyone via satellite, far away from Kanye West in London where she was rehearsing her show there. I must be missing something, or maybe it’s the fact I’m not a sixteen year old girl that’s keeping my shrouded in mystery, but I don’t get the appeal. Another thing I didn’t get (and I know I’m gonna get my head handed to me by a certain someone) is how Michael Jackson managed to win quite a few awards himself, when, for a number of years he hasn’t done anything. Well, he died, so I guess his fans (since these awards are fan-based) decided a write in vote was appropriate. I don’t know. One thing though, in Taylor Swift’s favor, is she won the award for Artist Of The Year, over Michael Jackson.

And the moment I wished I had not seen, even a glimpse of,  was the Adam Lambert closing number. I only saw some of it because Ariel made me rewind it to see one part of his “choreography”. But I saw clips of it on the news yesterday and then of course there was a smattering of online articles. Besides the walking two of his male dancers on the end of a leash while they were on their hands and knees and trying to dislodge something from the throat of his male keyboard player with his tongue, and he shoved another male dancer’s face into his crotch. Maybe for some it was expected from the screech king from last year’s American Idol but for others, such as myself, it was just a ridiculous gimmicky cover for someone with nothing else to offer, kind of like movies with special effects in overdrive to mask the absence of plot.

What boggles my mind is, where were the censors? Event producers said they did not expect the impromptu moments of “freedom of expression and artistic freedom” (according to Lambert) which differed from rehearsals. It is still unclear whether the FCC, who is all up in arms with rules regarding profane or indecent material ever since the event that rocked the very moral foundation of the entire world, The Wardrobe Malfunction, will incite a fine to ABC because of the time slot in which Lambert performed his trashy routine. It was after 11pm past the 6-10 window during which the broadcasting of indecent material is banned. And of course, he succeeded in getting people to talk about him.

And one more thing, in regards to the censors, it just makes me nuts to read how the producers couldn’t “expect” something like this when for the past several years it has become tradition for the awards to be  filled with nothing but shocking controversial acts. But oddly, they weren’t asleep at the switch in 2007 when Sally Field’s rant on the “god-damned war” was silenced when she won for her role in Brothers and Sisters and all we saw of the end of her speech was the ceiling of the auditorium for several seconds until it was “safe” to return to the event.

Come on! Give me a break!

Now, darn it, there was something else I wanted to show you but those AMA’s took up all my time. I guess it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

East Meets South

September 9, 2009

Okay, show of hands, who can believe it’s the 9th of  September? And, more importantly, who can believe we had a dry weekend at camp…AGAIN?! We really did. So, thanks again, Rain Man of the Midwest! Three glorious days in the mountains of Pennsylvania, attending party after party and then partying some more as we prepared to say so long to our friends for another season. Well, come March 1, 2010, the reservation phone line opens and you can rest assured, I’ll be dialing until my fingers are worn to a nub hoping to secure the weekends and site we want for next year.

Last month when we were there, it was a daddy long leg-apolooza. This weekend it was bees and it started from the time we stopped at the Stop & Shop to get  ice for the coolers until we were packed up and headed back for home Monday morning. They were everywhere.

We met a guy, JJ Nolis, a singer and architect, and we had a fairly in depth conversation about the comparisons of breaking into the music industry and the world of book publishing. After so many years of trying to get his name out into the public arena, he’s finally begun to release his own music and has a country music album available for download on iTunes called Ponyride. I can only hear the samples iTunes gives you on my own computer; for some reason when I download whole albums, I get only bits and pieces of them so I usually have to use the laptop for that. The album is also available for download on Amazon.com. JJ also will be having a video on Youtube in November and when it’s up, I plan on posting it here in my blog. He performed one of his songs over the weekend at camp in a talent show and the crowd in attendance was on its feet.

We tried an entirely different route on the way to camp on Friday to get us closer to where we had to be while still skirting the major Interstate because of the ongoing construction. The first alternate route took us too far west to come back east and someone had suggested another road that was closer to yet to the main highway. It eventually crosses the Interstate and continues to the east and north, but the roads we mapped out were beyond secondary or even tertiary–maybe more like quinary, rural back roads with newly assigned names instead of numbers and some of them were difficult to distinguish between roads and driveways to houses on sprawling parcels of farmland. It was a bit confusing, but the scenery was breathtaking. My only regret is that I didn’t have my camera. But coming home, I saw something for the umpteenth time and am only now remembering to write about it. In the tangle of roads we take to go back and forth, one of them is I-380. There’s an orange ‘alert’ sign that reads “I-380 East is now I-380 South”. Huh? Was there a landslide we never heard about? Did a bunch of little asphalt gnomes gather by the light of a February Snow Moon and huff and puff until they successfully pushed the road to the side?

My teeth are in. I got the call yesterday afternoon and I have an appointment for tomorrow. From what I remember (it’s been so long) depending on how they fit he will make any necessary adjustments for bite and comfort and then lightly cement them in. Once my gums have developed around them as natural looking as possible, he will have them sent out for the final glazing and when that’s done, slap them back in with the heavy duty cement and I’ll be all finished with this ordeal. And then I guess it will start all over again, getting used to a new set of teeth and a new way of eating and not having to be cautious of biting through even a slice of buttered toast.