Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
My brain is fried and I'm enjoying some time off too, so I dedcided to make you laugh today. I know you've all seen this at one time or another, so enjoy it again.
My favorite part is when she giggles at her mom giggling at her. I love her! I wouldn't mess with her...
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I entered into that shi* storm today and here I am trying my best to climb out of it. What do you do when you try to fit a square peg into a round hole?? The quandary here, is that I offered a job to someone, who out of loyalty, squeezed me into their busy schedule. Then, just before the job was about to begin, I found someone who had no schedule constraints. Now what do I do???
I know that the original person was actually squeezing me in out of loyalty, and that the other person is perfect for the job and has no schedule conflicts. Here's where I FAIL as a person and an employer. I don't want to rumple any feathers, yet I don't need both people. Somebody has to go, and I feel terrible.
Long story short, I left it up to both players to figure it out, like a coward would do, and now I have a bigger shi* storm than when I started, and too many people to do a one man job. What the HELL is wrong with me? I've now got to fix this problem I created.
SO bloggers, you think you got the answer? What would you do?
Monday, December 27, 2010
- My son and I were talking early last week about how much the day after Christmas sucks and how it is the worst day of the year! We both agreed that Dec 26th is depressing and anti-climatic after all the hub bub of the holiday, but I'm thinking that with the holiday falling on a Saturday, the day after being a Sunday, and with the huge snow storm, we are really enjoying this whole time together. We likey. I'm still listening to Christmas music.
- The Pats wrapped up home field advantage through the playoffs with their 13th win yesterday over Buffalo. I'm pumped! Yup. I bought a FAB bright orange Mad Bomber hat to wear to the games so you can all find me in the stands....And My Tommy too.
- No obligatory sucky gifts this year! Both Frick and Frack have almost no returns and I have a mere few. Really just for size, cuz I need a SIZE SMALLER. Whoo hoo!!! But everybody gave great stuff and got great stuff. My favorite: my very own iPad. Yes! And I got Dragon Software. I can't wait to use it.
- I bought my Thespian (not Lesbian) daughter 3 of my favorite musicals on DVD. Funny Girl, with the one and only Ms. Striesand, Take Me Out To The Ball Game, with the wonderful Gene Kelly, and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. We watched Funny Girl last night and Frick fell in love with Babs. Today is great day for another classic.
- I ate some sugar. Then I ate some more sugar, and did I tell you I ate some sugar? I know, I suck. It's kinda not worth it because I feel like shit afterwards. I think I'm all done with the sugar. I ate a whole bunch of Christmas cheer too. My traditional, hand made by me, ravioli, and some turkey and all the fixings and dessert and did I mention the sugar? Ooooh, I'm feeling a little Pepto pink.
- Bundle up and keep warm today bloggers. We can all use that fab new scarf and fingerless gloves we got from Aunt Susie and Uncle Hank.
- It's back to business as usual.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
My Guy grew up without much. He still remembers how hard it was for his mother, a single mother of 5, to make ends meet, especially at Christmas. Now, a grown man, enjoying the spoils of success, he made a commitment to himself to give back and to make Christmas special for children in need. 15 years ago he created a charity that takes care of two bridge homes for kids at Christmas and we have been fortunate enough to help and watch as his small Christmas miracle happens every year.
Heartbreaking are the Christmas lists the children make out every year that read, "I want my mom to come back" or "I want my family together for Christmas" along with the requests for warm winter jackets and gloves. This year the kids asked for the same things along with a few requests for North Face jackets and Ugg boots. These requests fill my heart with sorrow. Not because they are for the "name brand" material things that kids so desire, because they tell me they wish to be like every other kid in more ways than one. "They are getting EVERYTHING," My Guy declared, knowing that even if temporarily, he can ease some of their Christmas angst.
So his team shopped for North Face jackets and Ugg boots in various styles and colors and XBox 360's for the group homes and the latest games. My Guy and the rich corporations he works with and people who fund them take pride in making sure these kids get what they desire. Then they are lovingly wrapped and packaged up, ready for delivery. Today is delivery day, but the final piece of the puzzle I am fortunate enough to be in charge of. I will take my daughter this morning to the local supermarket and fill two shopping carts, one for each home, for the Christmas day feast.
Breakfast and dinner are on the menu so I will fill the cart with eggs, bacon, bread, milk, ham and turkeys, so that these kid will know that there really is a Santa Claus who cares. Then we will deliver them to the bridge homes, along with the bags of gifts, each one marked with each child's name, so that their Christmas is complete. I even get to see the excitement on the faces of the older ones who think they know what is inside those big green bags. That feeling is worth more than any gift I could receive on Christmas.
My Guy isn't one who loves Christmas like I do, "too many bad memories", he says, but I know the truth. The truth is, he is filled with more joy knowing that these kids will have a good day and that he had a small part in making sure. Last year, while he was making the delivery, a young boy stopped him at the door and said, "Are you Santa Claus?" My Guy, lump in his throat, responded. "No, I'm not Santa, but I work for him." That just about filled him for the whole year. At our own Christmas feast, when we join hands for the blessing, we think about the kids at those homes, enjoying their feast, and give thanks to all who made it possible. And the lump in My Guy's throat and the tear in his eye that he tries so hard to hide, tell me that he is a very rich man indeed.
In more ways than one.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Somehow, this commercial came up under the heading, "Funniest Commercial Ever". Of course I clicked on it.
I actually had to watch it a few times because I was laughing so hard I missed some of the best dialogue.
I apologize for my sophomoric mentality, but this one really made me laugh. I love it when that happens....
Monday, December 20, 2010
And I ate the whole thing.
And now I hate myself. Well, not really, but you know what I mean.
It all started innocently enough. I met my brother-in-law and the kids for breakfast at a great diner/restaurant called The Breakfast Club. The long line snaked outside the door should have been a tip that I was in for a culinary treat. My BIL got there first so we already had a table, and we got right in. No waiting. In my mind, I was going to go with my standard Sunday morning breakfast indulgence: One egg, cheese omelet, a slice or two of bacon and some fruit, but once I looked around I knew this was no standard breakfast joint.
The delightful scent of cooked breakfast meats, mixed with fresh ground coffee was enough to tempt even the strictest of dieters. I looked at the menu, and saw that just about anything your breakfast-loving heart desired could be whipped up. My nephews enthusiastically recommended the steak tips with eggs and home fries, or pancakes, or French Toast....or whatever you so desired. It was then that I knew I was not getting out of there being calorie conscious.
I thought about breakfast sausage...I though about actually eating toast....I though about drinking freshly squeezed orange juice...and I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for broke. Nothing has tasted so good in a long time. You see, normally I splurge at dinner time. I reserve my two splurge meals a week for fantastic dinners out with My Guy, so having a splurge at breakfast was a new and exciting change. I enthusiastically plowed through half of my meal, when my brain informed me that was just about all I could handle, so I put down my fork. As we sat there talking, laughing and enjoying the morning, I would occasionally take another bite. The next thing I know, I'm squirting ketchup on my plate and salting up the home fries like no body's business. Who had I become???
Like the name says, for that brief moment I had become a Breakfast Clubber and I left there feeling happy and satisfied for the entire day. I am surely paying for it today, as my shocked system is on an overload of saturated fats, but it was worth it. And all day today I have a chorus of Simple Minds background music playing in my head..."Don't you forget about me".....
I won't. I promise.
Friday, December 17, 2010
What? You don't think Santa has his own Christmas list? They don't make everything in the workshop.
I don't think we are in Kansas anymore because I though I saw those shoes curled up under a country farm house once...
"Please Santa, I've been really good. Make me sexy this year."
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
- Buy gift wrap. No kidding, I was all set to get some wrapping done, I went down to the basement to find my extra cache of Christmas wrap, but it was to no avail. "Where could it be?" I wondered aloud. "It was right here on the floor last year." Then it dawned on me. Remember the flood?? Christmas gift wrap: Casualty #6,792 of the flood.
- Make lists. I could not live without Post-it's. Thank you so much 3M for simplifying my life. Also thank you for making them in such pretty, neon colors.
- Drop huge hints that The Book of Basketball, by Bill Simmons, is a GREAT gift for any sports fan on your list.
- Go see "Little Fockers" when it opens on Dec 22. Also set my DVR for tonite on ABC's Primetime. Robin Roberts has an in depth interview with Babara Streisand. I forgot how much I love Babs. Watching the five minute tease of their interview this morning made it easy to see why Barbara is so beloved. There's just something magical about her.
- Make my list. Check it twice. Then be a little naughty :)
- And speaking of naughty, buy the dogs a Christmas gift. They are the true "Little Fockers"..And even if I don't fill their stockings, (which I will) they will squeeze me for it anyway. My little treat-lovin mafia.
- Stop. Drop and breathe.
- Remember that in three weeks from now we will be missing the hustle and bustle with purpose that our lives have right now. Well, maybe not.
- Water the Christmas tree.
- Make my list. Check it twice. Then be a little nice :)
It's not so hard, really.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
"Men Who Lack Female Supervision"
In this case, you might say that beauty is most definitely in the eye of the beholder. "Honey, my parents are coming to dinner on Sunday."
Who knew Santa stalked and killed Rudolf and Vixen and the boys? He just removes them from the wall every year.
I cannot tell a lie. I love the ingenuity here, Plus, it's very green. Recycle, reuse, redo.
Redneck relaxation. "Hey Paw, the neighbors been complainin' again."
Monday, December 13, 2010
I'm not at all sorry to say that I'm loving every minute of this. I can't help but look ahead. And there's a whole lotta football left to be played, I know, but last night I checked hotels in Arlington, Texas.
I've never been to Texas....;)
Friday, December 10, 2010
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Give good gift here, people. I consider this my holiday public service. Both items are available at The Candy Bar, where gift wrapping and shipping is free. Go to my website and email or call to get yours today, or go onto www.sarahapp.com and buy it today. Your holiday is sure to be sweet and merry!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Brittany, Santa, gifts, magic, innocence and reality were woven into a touching/cheesy story line for Artie and Brittany. Brittany still believes in Santa. Could this be possible? I know a woman who told me once her high school-aged daughter still believed in Santa, so it's plausible in my world. What's even more plausible is the romance blossoming between Artie and Brittany right before our eyes. Cheese aside with the entire Glee club conspiring to keep Brittany in dream land, Brittany asks Santa, who can do anything, to make Artie walk again. Artie, determined to save Brittany from disappointment, enlists Coach Bieste to don a Santa suit and go to Brittany's house and tell her sometimes miracles don't happen. Bieste does a great job giving Brittany her spoon full of sugar with her dose of reality, but Brittany is devastated. I know I had a lump in my throat when the sight of Artie standing and almost walking with the help of modern medical advances. I gotta wonder what kind of insurance Bieste has to afford the latest in medicine.
Rachel and Finn, estranged since Rachel's indiscretion with Puck, awkwardly dance around each other until Rachel decides to ask Finn to meet her in the auditorium. In the backdrop of lighted blue (the color of Hanukkah) Christmas trees, Rachel tries to apologize in the best way she knows how, with a song. Finn confused and torn tells her he's not interested and leaves. She then sings a lovely cover of the Karen Carpenter, "Merry Christmas Darling". She somehow convinces him to accompany her to buy a new tree for the choir room, but ends up stealing a kiss. Finn, disgusted by betrayal by both of his recent girlfriends officially breaks up with her and leaves her alone. Did he leave her there or did he drive her home? That's what this mother was thinking, but I have to say I have been where Finn is and I can't blame him.
Shue, alone for the holidays and wrestling with Emma's new marital status, pulls Sue's name in the company Secret Santa. A hilarious and classic story line plays out as Sue and her sidekick Becky, pull of the Grinch-iest caper. Sue rigged the Secret Santa to have only her names in the hat. Furious, Shue takes the presents back from Sue with the intention to donate them to a local children's charity. He is unable after Sue and Becky give the Glee's/Who's down in the choir room/Whooville the Grinch treatment. Right down to the green face, gloves and song, (accompanied by artist K. D. Lang). I predict this will become a classic and will be funnier and more relevant after viewing it again. I loved it. I have to say that I like this humble Shue. Especially when he's not pining after Emma. Sue breaking into Shue's apartment after the sound of the Glee club singing causes her heart to grow two sizes that day, was a fitting ending to "A Very Glee Christmas". Sue Sylvester just may be the most lovable villain in recent times.
Finally, we can't forget Kurt, who seems to be right where he belongs at Dalton Academy. "Baby It's Cold Outside" sung with Warbler, Blane, is my Down Load Pick of the Week, but that's probably got more to do with the fact that "Baby It's Cold Outside" is my favorite Christmas carol. Blaine and Kurt did a fine job with the duet in the fabulous Dalton study, and I even sense a bit of chemistry brewing between the two. This should get interesting.
In the end, this week, it was all about the music. The music that accompanies our holiday spirit and fills the soul with memories of Christmas' past, present and future. And at this time of the year, I couldn't think of a better gift.
Monday, December 6, 2010
This is the one we have been waiting for......
This is one for the ages......
Two teams, in a race with destiny.....
Who will come out on top?
All the films have been watched, all the plays have been set.
From Foxboro, MA to God's ears, this is what game day is all about and only He knows who tonight's victor will be.
Godspeed Tommy. Take us home.
Friday, December 3, 2010
After all, "you're not the boss of me" would probably run through the movie trailer track of my life, as it is one of my favorite responses to any inquiry I'm not particularly fond of. So if there is a sound track to accompany the movie of one's life, this song would most certainly run through the opening credits.
Happy weekend bloggers! Don't let anyone be the boss of you this weekend.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Oh, and Honey? (My Guy) Does this mean we can't go back to Las Ventanas again soon???
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
But I do have a mini holiday treat for you today, on this, the first day of December. When I was a little girl, I loved to drive around the neighborhood with my parents and marvel in the Christmas lights. I would ASSume that in the home that had no light in the windows, lived a "Jewish" family, as that's how my little girl brain seemed to wrap around that concept. So tacky.
Well for all us tacky Christmas light lovers, I found a fun website that shows you where you can find all that tackiness to show your kids out on a family drive. (what ever happened to the family drive?) There are interactive maps that will guide you in your state to go out and behold all the wonder. Hee hee...so tacky.
Some people are so ingenious..
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
With my mid-life birthday, FAST approaching, I seem to be aging gracefully, yet begrudgingly. I never thought I would say that, but I think I just did. Begrudgingly, I find a new line on my face or a new sun spot from a terrific Caribbean vacation which is just wrinkle in my time that only serves to gives away my biological age.
Do I feel old?
No, never. I still posses a child-like optimism that I hope I never loose, it being one of my favorite qualities. It is that hope and wonder that gets me through the tougher times, mixed with that sparkle of defiance that makes me who I am. A VERY wise man once told me, "You dance on the knives's edge, Candace. I like that about you." I like you too, and I guess a sexy tango on the edge of a butcher's knife isn't a bad way to go through life. I believe that anything is possible, and you'll never know unless you try. "The determination of a bulldog, she's got," my dad says because I never give up. Why should I? I was taught to reach for the stars because if I don't someone else will.
Yet I somehow find myself more content and happier than I have ever been. Older than dirt, and somewhat at peace with who I have become. Is this the maturity that we all strive for, or am I just too old to give a good rat's ass? My family are just about the only thing that matters to me and I have resigned myself to the fact that at my age, my children have comprised my greatest body of work. My PHD in parenting, so to speak, a Doctorate in child rearing for the world to see. And that's good enough for me, as I'm proud of who they are. I'm not done just yet. There are still a few more years left to teach the lessons I so badly blundered. To be there to pick up the pieces, if the need be. To be the bus driver and point out the sites along the way.
Then, it will be my turn. Right? The question is; will I be too old by then to fulfill my life's expectations?
Who really knows? Wisdom has a funny way of making it's presence known when you least expect it. Can I make my mark on the world after 40 and fulfill my career dreams?
Maybe. Only time will tell.
But so far, it's been a hell of a ride trying.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
- So here's what you missed on Glee.....Glee clubbers at McKinnley tackled some seriously relevant and topical teen issues last night. Bullying and gay bashing were addressed in McKinnley school principal Sue Sylvester's office, where she took a staunch "no tolerance" policy and expelled the bullying student. But not before she bashed gay student Kurt by calling him "Lady". After Kurt protested, she softened her gay bashing by dubbing him with a more tame, "Porcelain".
- Kurt's dad and Finn's mom got married and the glee club was the band. A righteous ceremony production ensued and Finn serenaded his family and new brother Glee style, with "Just The Way You Are." Everybody danced and a few tears of joy were shed.
- I bet you though I was gonna say that "Just The Way You Are" was my download pick of the night, but you are wrong. Did you see Mr. Shue doing his Buble impression during "Sway with Me?" Dead sexy...I'm downloading that one pronto.
- Baby won the Silver Ball trophy. Dancing With The Stars newly crowned champion, Jennifer Grey took home the coveted prize and nobody shot out their TV and held a standoff with police!!
- I'm not cooking tomorrow and I'm not happy about it. My family will be celebrating at a club. The nice thing is that we will all be together and no one has to do any dishes, but Thanskgiving is about being at HOME with your family and unbuttoning your belt buckle just a tad while putting your feet up on the couch. My kids are pissed, so I bought a turkey and I will cook it tonite so we can have leftovers. Besides, My Tommy is playing tomorrow and I'd rather be in front of the TV instead of in front of the stove. For that, I am thankful.
- Come to think of it, there are so many things and reasons I am thankful this year. What are you thankful for?
- I'm also thankful to be part of this blogger community. I wish you and all of yours a healthy, happy and safe Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says, "So what's your story?"
Monday, November 22, 2010
The next day, over dinner he said, "I see you didn't take my advice and post my blog topic." Oh, so you've been reading my blog, I thought. Interesting. I told him that although I thought the debate was pretty cut and dry on the PRO for my side, I agreed that I would give him my forum to house his debate today.
So here goes: And please don't hold back bloggers. Let's show the real world how articulate and convincing us bloggers can be. (and immature and crude and funny too)
What's the difference between the Harvard professor, up in a tree stand killing innocent animals in the wild, and what Michael Vick did with the dogs? Why is one socially acceptable and one is criminal?
I will monitor all responses and post my stance on this issue later today.
Make me proud, peeps.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tony Parker cheated on Eva Longoria and now they are getting a divorce. It doesn't really have any bearing on things that really matter, like the Gulf oil spill clean up or world hunger, yet I can't help feeling awful for Eva. I'm even villanizing Tony Parker in my head and I don't even know the whole story. Apparently the whole celebrity obsessed world is villanizing him too, because I heard a woman on the radio say that when you cheat on your woman you loose, "hot points". So Parker lost some "hot points" with the public and some serious image points too. I'm also feeling a bit duped. (because its all about me) I thought they were such a cute couple who looked so in love. And now I'm thinking Tina Turner was right all along. What does love have to do with it when there is lust and text messaging?
Some people are up in arms because Bristol Palin has made it to the "Dancing With The Stars" final. They claim that Tea Party zealots have found a way to hack into the voting system to ensure that Bristol stays in the competition. Some guy in middle America even shot his TV with a shot gun because he was so frustrated that Bristol did NOT get booted off the show. Really? And I care about this because??? Yet, here I am wondering if the Tea Partier's are going to take Baby's trophy and give it to Bristol. I'll bet Levi Johnston is sorry he cheated on that. Could have racked up a ton of "hot points" with the public sitting in the audience week after week, smiling and pretending he was her proud baby daddy.
And I'm thinking these things.
After watching last night's episode of Glee, I'm thinking about Gwenneth Paltrow, singer? She played a substitute teacher who took over the glee club while Mr. Shue was sick and she was singing and dancing. Then I think about her new movie, which comes out next month, where she plays a country star who's just about ruined her career with drugs and alcohol. Singer? She's pretty good too. How does this new title for Gwenneth play out in my head? Actor, Mother, Activist, Singer??? Then she goes and steals the spotlight at the Country Music Awards last week. Poor Carrie Underwood, this was a golden opportunity to garner more Google search celebrity power points and Gwenneth went and crashed the party and stole her crown.
You see how my deranged mind works?
If I were a great philanthropist, or a famous economist, I would be thinking about ways to reduce our deficit or lower the unemployment rate. Or maybe what special interest group would benefit from an infusion of my cash. Instead I'm thinking about how Wills and Kate are going to afford a splendid wedding, on a mere $68 million dollar budget. The Queen's probably going to have to cancel the company Christmas party to pinch pennies or hock a few of the family jewels if she gets desperate enough.
Where is my mind these day?
While I can't claim to not being able to put together an articulate and intelligent response when having a serious conversation about global warming, the smart money is on the chance that during that all important discussion about world climate issues, I may interrupt to ask you what lipstick you are wearing.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
For starters, you need to determine the hen party's reason.
- fun, drunkenness, party celebration
- food, drunkenness, shopping
Other than those reasons stated above, there is really no other IMPORTANT reason for a bunch of cackling hens to get together for a party. The first key ingredient is as follows, and if it is not a part of the equation, the hens will not follow: WINE. And lots of it. You boys like your brews and your lagers, we girls love the vino. Nothing makes us happier or warm and fuzzier.
*fellas-most definitely address your amorous significant other after a night out drinking wine with the girls.
Food would have to be second on the list. It's essential, but the hostess need not go crazy. Nuts, cheese & crackers, chips and dip and some sort of chocolate are all that is needed. The hens will graze, because they didn't eat dinner, because they knew they were coming to a party, and get tipsy while nibbling on finger foods. (all more reason to go home feeling a little frisky) I made a fabulous sugar-free Strawberry shortcake last night. It was a big hit.
Last there needs to shopping. Nothing satisfies a bunch of cackling hens than therapy. RETAIL THERAPY. There are jewelry parties, Tupperware parties, cook ware parties, handbag and accessories trunk shows, etc. The thrill of the get, is what makes up giddy with pleasure. Drink, eat, and shop, and I know I could die a happy woman. Throw in a small amount of gossip and your hen party is complete.
In the end the hens all go home to their coop, content and satisfied. Mission accomplished.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Happy weekend and a half, bloggers.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Ok, so she's no Giselle.
In fact, she's not very feminine at all. But I would have say that when the Glee club's boys told Coach Bieste that she's pretty, I agreed with them. I think I'm lucky because I can see beauty in almost anything, and last night I saw Coach Bieste (Dot Jones) for her beauty. That was, of course, after her character gained my sympathy. I couldn't believe Mr. Shuester told her that the Glee Club boys were using a lingerie clad mental image of the coach to "cool off" their amorous advances to their girlfriends who won't "put out". There's a time to lie and a time to not lie, and this was most certainly a lie situation.
Then he had the nads to tell her not to take it personally. But, this is Hollywood and Glee is the brain child of a bunch of Hollywood writers, and they of course tried to make it all better by cheeze-ily having Shue give Bieste her first kiss. Cheeze.
Anyway, lets talk about the Glee club's new competition for sectionals, Dalton Academy. Hello to Blaine (Darren Chriss) who meets Kurt in the hallway of the all boys school. (Kurt is being bullied by a football Neanderthal and does not feel "challenged" at McKinnley) Dreamy Blaine explains to Kurt that the Glee Club at Dalton are like rock stars and he takes Kurt by the hand to an impromptu performance of "Teenage Dreams" where dreamy Blaine sings lead. The actual singing of "Teenage Dreams" was recorded in August and are really the voices of acapella sensations "The Beelzebubs" from Tufts University in Medford, MA. Hell ya! This coming from a mom of an Acapella group member.
Back to Blaine, who is absolutely dreamy and GAY, much to Kurt's pleasure. He tells Kurt not to run from his troubles but to stand up and have courage as the only out of the closet gay kid at McKinnley. Kurt finally has the courage to confront the bully who daily slams him into his locker, and WOW, the jock ends up kissing Kurt on the lips!!! I did NOT see that one coming at all. I'm not quite sure what happened next because it took me a second to re-group, but we find out that Kurt has never been kissed before that.
Puck is back from juvie, and he and Artie, who I think has the best male voice on the show, sing a sick rendition of Bob Marley's, "One Love" which is my download pick of the week. They form a strange partnership that revolves around community service and chicks and scheme to get Brittney and Santana to go out with them. Puck's probation officer does not find Puck's idea of community service appropriate and threatens to send him back to juvie if he does not comply. Artie tell him he's going to tutor Puck in Geometry if Puck will tutor Artie in chicks. Please don't send Puck away again. Thanks. Glee is much better with him.
The girls of Glee put on a smokin' hot mash-up of two of my faves, "Living on a Prayer" and "Start me Up", by two of my favorite rock and roll bands, and the costuming is seriously HOT! The boys dedicate their mash-up performance of "Stop in the Name of Love" and "Free Your Mind", to Bieste, who they serenade, all handsome in their vintage inspired jackets and ties. Bieste accept their apology somewhat by telling the boys she really liked the performance and the episode ends in a big Bieste group hug.
Last night's episode was weak at best, and that's partially because there were not enough musical numbers for my liking. I'm liking the new Dalton Academy boy's Glee Club though. More of Blaine, please and thank you.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
So I'm reading my paper this morning and I spy an article about a local casting company that offers a class that helps Boston raised actors get rid of their Boston accent.
So I think, "That's wikid pissah!"
Not really, but you get the idea. Then I think that this is pissah for all Bostonians, not just Boston bred actors because the Boston accent makes you sound like a wikid big moron. Seriously, My Tommy could be presented before me, tied up with a gold ribbon (tied up? meowww) and if he opened his mouth and spoke with a Boston accent, I would be out the door, pronto. I mean it.
Nothing makes me cringe more than hearing one of my beautiful children speak in the vernacular of the locals. I will admit to occasionally revealing my region of origin in my speech, but being a journalism major with a concentration in TV, it gave me the discipline to articulate the words the way they were meant to be spoken. I do slip up. After all, I was born and raised here, but mostly I only slip when I'm with my family or friends who speak with the accent. It's very easy to slide into it when it's all you hear. Or heah.
I jacked this from the Boston Herald article because it's so true:
Unless you are going to be cast in a Ben Afflek or Matt Damon, both serious hunks of men, movie, or a movie about the Kennedy's, I see absolutely no reason to EVER sound like one of us. EVER. It's just downright appalling and it deduces the speaker to trailer trash upon first impression.
And that would just be a wikid shame.