Sunday, June 26, 2011

Day Three

Okay, when I said I was doing the 30 day music challenge, you guys didn't expect me to actually finish it in 30 days right? Good.

BTW, I am going to start answering these prompts on impulse. It is truly unrealistic to think I might be able to provide the be-all/end-all solutions for this posts. But I will put thought and effort into each of them. Hence the large gaps between days. :)

Day 3: A song that makes you happy.

Tik Tok, by Ke$ha

Before you judge me for choosing to listen to any person who opts to not spell her name with letters, but with currency symbols, give me a chance to explain.

I love beat driven music. I find them much easier to dance to. And given my dances moves look similar to a baby giraffe learning to walk, I need all the help I can get.

This song also reminds me of my really good friend, Pam. She introduced me to this song, and shortly thereafter we listened to the song on repeat for probably close to an hour or so. And while it does promote lots of drinking, it does give a great piece of advice:

"The Party Don't Start 'til I Walk In"

Hey, it might sound vain, but own that line! I love walking into a BBQ, cheese party or birthday gig knowing that the party would have a different vibe if even one less person was there. Especially if the person was me. Ha! So own it, ladies and gents alike!


Friday, June 17, 2011

Day Two

Day 2: Your Least Favorite Song

I am not sure that this qualifies as my least favorite of all time, but currently this is my least favorite. I can't get it out of my head. I am being driven insane.

She's a Bad Mama Jama by Carl Carlton. Its great until you can't think of ANY THING ELSE!!!!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Day One

A friend of mine did this music challenge on Facebook. It was really fun to follow along with her, so I've decided to also play! Basically, I'll be posting songs and videos in response to the prompts! Feel free to play along, whether you want to answer the prompts in the comments section or start your own challenge!

Day 1: Your Favorite Song

This is an unfair one, as I change my fav song ALL the time! But pretty consistently I have loved the song Fuel by Ani DiFranco.

Granted, its most like beat poetry, but I love it. The song reminds me of my brother Bill, my sister Marri, my parents, my friends and driving with my windows down. It makes me wish I had pursued acting and reminds me of the joy of performing. Here is the version I like the best, though the video paired with it is kinda lame. Enjoy friends!

Monday, June 6, 2011


I spent much of the day avoiding my house, running errands and running away from the hot box (my apt). Anyway, I made my way over to the Apostle house for some play with the puppies and to loll in the AC for a while. Jess and I had a good day of getting stuff done around the house and running a couple of errands. Good day, but relatively uneventful. Until I went to get in my car...

Jess was walking me out, as she normally does, and noticed her flower bed

"Looks like some thing has been in the flowers again!"Jess said. This is quite a concerning issue, as the rabbits in the neighborhood recently chewed through Sarge's perimeter collar fence. I looked over to the flowerbed and did notice the mulch around the flowers was a little messed up. Now, disclaimer: nor I or Jess would normally take note of whether the mulch was in disarray or not, but we had JUST watered the flowers not 2 hours ago. But the mulch just looked kind of raked together, not like the burrow the bunnies had dug two weeks ago.

"Yeah, but there isn't a burrow" I replied.

Then our lives changed forever.

I put my foot forward to kind of smooth out/stomp down/redistribute the mulch. And stepped on the prairie dog's head.

I screamed. The prairie dog shot (backward, mind you) out of the mulch. Jess started to run. There was general chaos. In the confusion, we (the humans) ended up further away from the house and the prairie dog ended up on the porch. Then, he started spazzing so bad, he resembled a 4 year old at Disneyland, hopped up in pixie stix.

He raced back and forth on the porch at top speeds. He tried to scale the walls of the house. He jumped and threw himself against the door repeatedly. It was so shocking, that Jess and I had no idea what to do. Except laugh really hard.

To all of you thinking, he must have been so scared! or you heartless fools! I dare you to witness such a thing and not dissolve into a complete piles of giggles.

Finally, compassion took over and Jess moved us in front of the garage so he didn't feel trapped. Once we were hiding from him, we peeked around and watched him some more. At this point, his adrenaline must have started to slow, as he was just standing with his little paws against the glass...then he would crawl over to the door and put his paws up.

It was adorable. And very pathetic. My two favorite things animals portray. Meanwhile, Sarge and Maggie are inside the house. We could see their shadow racing back and forth. Jess then took my phone and crept up the walk to take a picture or two...

As you can see, the prairie dog is now turning around. I think he was planning his next move. Unfortunately, there is no documentation of the next move. Because he decided to charge directly at Jess. I swear to you, he FLEW off the porch. Staring straight at Jess, vengence in his eyes. My guess is he was getting retaliation on the potential exploitation that would come from the antics. I suppose he was justified in that. Anyway, Jess turned to run back to our "hiding place" and the prairie dog changed direction and bolted to the side of the house.

All of this happened so fast. We were dying with laughter and shock. I included a pic of the mulch hiding place. We thought it would be hilarious to have Maggie come out and sniff out the burrow. She was being crazy...she could smell the little guy all over the place.

Quite possibly the funniest thing that has ever happened to Jess and I ever. In fact, I have been laughing out loud during the whole blog post. Which might be a little awkward for the other patrons of the coffee shop as I type. Oh well. :)

Love you all...even you, little prairie dog.