Allie & Mr. Bear

I received this email from my sister today....It was too cute not to post:

so this is what I imagine the dialog for these pics being...




Allie: so Mr. Bear, what's up?



Mr. Bear: nuthin'. I have a big belly.






Allie: oh....ha ha ha....Mr. Bear you are SO funny. I have a big belly too! You are my pal. I wuv you.









Mr. Bear: I wuv you too.

I need to seriously review my role in the band...

So here I am, 1:30am on a Saturday night – and my exciting twenty-something life finds me on the couch, making a blog entry. I should be savoring my last moments of freedom before I am off for what will likely be 3 ½ weeks of work in Texas. I am spent after the effort it took to have my first show with my band in 2 months. In ‘band mode’ I can not be mean and say what is going through my head to the drunken idiot who slurs some compliment to me. These things are even harder when you are in a funk.
Case in point, as I am leaving the bar, someone raps on the window of my car to let me know I did a great job playing the flute. I let him know I don’t play the flute…Says the drunk guy “wasn’t that you in the back playing the flute” (ironically, in our set the song that includes the flute sound on the keys was not in the set tonight). I said – “no, I play the keyboards.” He said, “what was that thing in front of you”…Um… drunk guy - it was a MICROPHONE….I might seriously need to contemplate my contribution to the band if someone thinks I was playing the flute…

Happy Valentine's Day!

The title of this post sounds way more enthusiastic than I feel...

However, Yesterday I meant to comment on our Vice President, and his whole shooting-a-hunting-buddy scenario... That gave me a damn good laugh Sunday night.

One week till Texas...

The Boss

I was in love with Superman when I was a little girl. Christopher Reeve was my hero, and I faithfully watched SupermanII every day.

But the first bad boy rock star that made my heart a flutter when I was a young girl (too young to actually know what lust was) was Bruce Springstein....THE BOSS!

And tonight, there I was...Backstage Right...and he was standing two feet in front of me.

Then, he puts his foot up on a gear case that was about a foot tall....and he bends over to fix his boot... and there, within arms reach was his "Born in the f-in USA" ass, in all its glory.

I had to restrain myself - with everything in me - from grabbing his ass.

It would have TOTALLY Been worth getting fired for...

Massacre on Montana Ave....

What is going on on Montana Ave...First they close down Noah's Bagels, and now JAMBA JUICE!! Now Noah's offended me - its NOT a good bagel place and I usually leave annoyed. But at least I could get a bagel without getting in my car and driving somewhere. Now Jamba Juice!

I hate being sick...
I especially hate it when you have to work all weekend.
and when Jamba Juice has closed down near your apartment and you have to go search for one.
and when you get a wheat grass shot because its supposed to be so good for you - but really you just end up burping up something that tastes like it came out of the lawnmower all day.

I want to be in my bed watching Disney Movies