Posts Tagged ‘Stevie Nicks’

Out From Under My Rock

March 29, 2012

Wow, it’s Thursday already. What have I been doing that I haven’t been blogging? Well, I haven’t just been sitting because I found out recently that people who sit for long periods have a tendency to die 3 years earlier than they otherwise would have. How in the hell do they figure things like that?  I would hate like the dickens to die one day and then find out I could have gone on another three years. Well, the time frame the piece on the news quoted was a stretch of 11 hours and that if you’re going to sit that long, you should get up and walk around every so often.   And I’m not a smoker, so that’s an automatic addition of five years I can live, so right there that’s 8.

And while I was walking around every so often, I was gorging myself with chocolate because I also heard that chocolate can make you thin. The thinner I get, the less stress on my heart which might delay my demise.  I was also busy washing all the chocolate down with coffee because apparently coffee can save your life now. Or help alleviate pain, or stain the grout in your floor. One of those. I got confused with what coffee is good for this week and bad for the next. Because everything changes so rapidly. I’m not sure anymore about runny eggs so I wasn’t taking any chances with those.

At least I know pink slime won’t be being served much longer in schools. I know I’m late with this one, but it kind of made my blood boil when I heard that our government, the same government that says it’s okay to serve meat-byproducts “cleaned” with ammonia to our school kids is the same government that all but says it’s illegal to smoke.

Another thing I seem to be late on is the amendment to my “Speaking Of…” series last week and I apologize.  So…speaking of Adolf Hitler, there was an advertizement in Turkey that has since being pulled with a voice dubbed over Hitler yelling that men should not use women’s shampoo if they do not wear women’s clothes. The use of Hitler was deemed unacceptable in the product promotion.

What’s with the new trend of judges on competition shows, when they are faced with choosing between 2 contestants saying, “I have a feeling this could go either way.” Now there’s a concept!

Okay, well, actually yesterday was the one year anniversary of one unforgettable event in my life and to celebrate, coincidentally, I received my copy of Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours”. It’s only taken me 35 years to own a copy of the album. Also coincidentally (since I am writing this last night) Stevie Nicks was mentoring on American Idol. Yes, it was one year ago we saw Stevie Nicks and Rod Stewart at Madison Square Garden. While that might not seem so remarkable, it’s really the after story that’s the real story. Those of you who have been with me at least since then know what I’m talking about. Those of you new to my blog, why not wander back and see what I’m talking about. You can start here on this link.  Get to part 2 by clicking on the “Creatures Of The Night” tab underneath the orange header and after that please continue on to “Then There Was That Man”.

It’s a story unlike any you’ve ever read. Please enjoy. And, to all my new readers, like they say in business; if you like us, tell others, if you don’t…hmm.

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Stand Back, Maggie May!

March 28, 2011

Gather ‘round boys and girls, Uncle Brian has a tale to tell, one with a surprise twist ending you will not believe. Let us turn back the clock…back, back, all the way back to this past Saturday. We begin our story with part one of three  on the day we were going to see Stevie Nicks and Rod Stewart in concert at Madison Square Garden.

We stopped off on the way for a couple of hours to have lunch with Ariel’s parents in Newark and his niece was also stopping by with the baby. In a comedy of errors, because they didn’t see us parked in the yard, Baby Rita, Juan and the baby went to do some shopping and didn’t arrive until after they learned on the phone we had been there waiting for them over two hours. The baby is getting so big, learning how to roll himself over and trying desperately to sit up on his own. And there are signs of teething.

The drive into the city was uneventful, the likes of which rarely ever happens, but it was the right time of day, apparently. With a little help from Ingrid (my GPS) to fine tune our navigation to the Desmond Tutu Center we made it from Newark to our destination in under twenty minutes. A dream, really.

While Ariel waited in the truck, I went with his paperwork to sign in but before I could, there were several members from a wedding party registering and it was like the circus had come to town. It was chaos from the word GO, deciding who was staying with whom in each room, announcing who had yet not arrived, who was arriving when and with whom. I patiently awaited my turn while the husband of the younger couple in said party reprimanded his wife for advancing to the desk out of turn.

“Are you being helped?” I was asked, once the lobby was vacated. “No, not yet,” I said. “I’m so sorry,” desk lady said and then told me that Ariel would have to sign in himself since it was his name on the reservation and luckily there was a parking deck right across the street. More waiting.

But the room was well worth enduring the confusion. Take a look. Somehow we got upgraded to the Ricardo Pivirotto Room, Room 112.

    

                          

Even with our dinner reservations in our immediate future, not to mention the concert, I was counting down the minutes until morning so I could get to use that coffee maker. We even made plans for before we would leave for home to hunt down that Chock Full Of Nuts Lunch Counter that recently opened up on the East end of 23rd Street so I could re-blog about it first hand. But, there was that man…

Dinner was at Frankie & Johnnie’s. They sat us at a tiny table sandwiched between two others to the utter disapproval of the uppity gentleman next to us. If looks could kill, we’d both be pushing up daisies at an alarming rate and he grunted out a conversation with his wife through the rest of their dinner.

Through the controlled chaos we found our seats with little effort, got two beers from the vendor guy walking around and struck up a little conversation with the grandmother set in front of us, but they were having the best time.

And right at 7:30, the show started. Rod Stewart came out and introduced Stevie Nicks and she did over an hour of mostly her classic stuff, with only maybe three new songs. I realized at intermission I didn’t have the macro setting engaged on my camera, and the first few pictures of her might be a little fuzzy. By the time Rod Stewart came out I was more in control of my camera and got a little bit better quality shots. But I was watching a woman in the row ahead of me with a camera that zoomed in so close, the images of the singers filled her entire display window.  I was impressed, but I’m not altogether dissatisfied with what I got from my own camera.

            

      

Another Runny Egg

January 14, 2011

Seems like I’m a day late and a dollar short yet again with a certain news story. You know, it’s no wonder why the state of New Jersey is so often ridiculed and we residents often angry. The latest idiotic bill proposal, which thankfully got withdrawn, was that New Jersey bicycle riders would have had to register their “motor vehicles”, from tricycles to mountain bikes at a cost of $10 a year with the Division of Motor Vehicles. Riders would have been required to attach a licence plate that read BICYCLE to their bikes to prove it was actually registered. The bill wasn’t meant to impose a burden or and additional cost (ahem…10 dollars?) but, according to Assemblywoman Cleopatra Tucker, who initiated the proposal, it was meant to protect elderly pedestrians who swamped her office with calls with complaints about kids on bikes. Hmm, well it seems to me, with or without a license plate, kids will still be on bikes and there will still be elderly pedestrians. Were the bill to go through, bike owners would have had to provide year, model, color, weight, serial number, owner’s address, date purchased and the amount of sales tax they paid on it. What’s next, paying for the air we breathe?

Rod Stewart and Stevie Nicks have announce their Heart and Soul Tour which kicks off in March in Ft Lauderdale, Florida. They’ll be at Madison Square Garden on March 26. Guess who’s going to try like hell to get tickets? They go on sale January 21 at 10am.

Recently I’ve been getting email notifications about a website that lists some very vital information about you, from your address to your yearly income. But you can get yourself off this site. It’s called Spokeo. Spokeo.com. I heard about this a while back from The Radio Chick, who is currently on hiatus from her interactive internet radio/tv show to promote and tour with the resurrected Gong Show. Anyway, if you go to Spokeo .com and type in your name and search. A list of names will appear on the left. When you locate yourself, click on it and then click on the address bar to highlight the info–this is your URL–, right click and choose copy. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and find “privacy” in the run of options that include “about” “blog” “directory”, “privacy”. This will open a new page. In the URL line, right click and choose paste, then put your email address in the appropriate space and type in the Captcha Code and click on the REMOVE LISTING button. I don’t remember if you get a confirmation email to activate your deactivation; you might, so be prepared. They say it could take 24 hours to take effect but when I did it, it was immediate.

I think I’ll go have a runny egg. That, for those that don’t know, serving runny eggs here in the Great Garden State was against the law back in ‘92, punishable with a $25-$100 fine, before it was rescinded.