Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Terrific Tuesday Tunes

In honor of my dream, a "tune", if you will. :)

Monday, January 12, 2009

These Dreams...

Wow.

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, which is not unusual, and went back to sleep, which is. Between 4:30 and 5:55, I had this dream:

I dreamt I was an alien from another planet.

Yeah.

So, in the dream, I've been living on Earth, disguised as a human. And the "Mother Ship" arrives and I'm called to return to my planet.

Uh huh.

The ship is hovering above a local park. Invisibly. (So, how do I know its there?)

I'm with some (human) friends, and am running towards this park to rendezvous with the ship. As I get closer to the park, changes start to happen to my body. I feel a crest start to grow out of the back of my neck. It HURTS. Suddenly, my shoes are gone, and I see that my feet are starting to morph into lizard-y type feet. Apparently, though, that process doesn't hurt. Who knew?

We reach the park we've all been running towards, and there is a chain-link fence around certain sections of it. I can see the park, and the path I want to be on, but I've got to find an opening in the fence to get through. (What, the Mother Ship can't hover a yard to the right?)

Finally, I fall to the ground next to the fence. The pain in my neck is getting worse and my feet aren't doing what they ought to do, being all lizard-y and whatnot. My friends (I have no idea who these people were -- none of the faces were familiar) stand around me, but keep back because they're not sure what's happening. There are some children with us. The kids come over to me and try to comfort me. "It's ok, we love you even though you have lizard feet."

Everyone say, "Awwwww....."

And then Dan pokes me and says, "It's time to get up!"

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I mean, seriously?

I was looking at old photos last night, and came across a pic of my desert iguanas (Fred and Ginger), but would that one photo really spark all of THAT?

weird weird weird

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Friday, January 9, 2009

*Snort*

I love the guy who's practically crying. This is awesome. :D

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Memories....

In the car on the way to school, a Barry Manilow song came on the radio and I had to laugh. A twenty-five year old memory had just popped into my head.

Back when I was a Music Major, I had a very strict Theory instructor. VERY strict. I can't remember his last name, but his first name was Anthony. (I only remember this because my friend Jim insisted on calling him "Tony" behind his back. Way to dis him, Jim!)

Now, this instructor was r.i.g.i.d. Look up the word "plank" in the dictionary and you'll see his picture. In his class, when it came to music, he was the beginning and end and we knew nothing. According to him, all music must follow certain rules and these rules ONLY. Music COULD NOT deviate from this set of rules. His pet peeve was what he called the "Barry Manilow Key Change." You know what I'm talking about... Barry Manilow songs all trill along in one key and then, when they need that emotional punch, DRAMATICALLY change key? Yeah, that. Well, Tony had a huge problem with Barry Manilow Key Changes.

One memorable class, my friend Jim and I were listening to Tony rant on and on about Barry Manilow. At the time, Jim was a huge fan of Barely Manly, so he was listening to all of this with his tongue clamped firmly between his teeth. As Tony went on and on, Jim's face got redder and redder.

"There will be no Barry Manilow Key Changes! Barry Manilow breaks all the rules! It's not good music! Key changes like that are not allowed!"

Slowly, Jim's hand rose in the air.

"Yes?"

"Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't Barry Manilow make millions of dollars?"

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...

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"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!!!!"

The rest of us, mentally, "Um, yeah!"

Jim got lots of high fives after class that day.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Terrific Tuesday Tunes

I performed in "Dido and Aeneas" when I was a voice major. This piece, "When I Am Laid in Earth," haunted me, and, even though I was only 19, I knew that I wanted it sung at my funeral.

At my age, I never thought I would be dealing with the passing of people this "young," but several of the parents of my children's classmates have died within the past year. One from a sudden brain aneurysm, one from a stroke, one from cancer. These were people in their early 40s and late 30s!

It's on my mind.

Monday, January 5, 2009

It's a good thing I love my kids

I'm in desperate need of a haircut. That being said, I tried to make it look nice the other day by just blowdrying it and styling it simply (instead of the usual teasing routine I do.) I walked out of the bedroom.

Both kids: {jawdrop}
DD: What did you DO to your HAIR?
DS: Wow.
Me: WHAT?
DS: You look like that furry red monster in the Bugs Bunny cartoons!
Me: ?!?!?!?!
DS: {backpedalling} I mean, you don't look like a MONSTER, but your hair is poofing up in two lumps like his does!
Me: ?!?!?!?!?!




Great. My kids think I look like Gossamer. *sigh*

It's a good thing I love them.

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