Said during a presentation on planets in my classroom today:
"My simile is: Uranus is as big as three Earths."
I'm thinking (while trying not to snort), "How many times do I have to tell you it's not 'urAnus'? It's 'YERunus'."
Ugh.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Music Monday
I LOVE this band. Nuff said. Caleb Followill is SERIOUSLY hot with that voice of his...
Stranded in this spooky town,
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold,
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run,
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
Drivin' by the strangle of vain
Showin' no mercy I'll do it again
Open up your eyes
You keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are beneath me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
And it's coming closer [2x]
You sh-sh-shock my bones,
Leavin' me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me?
Where am I now, baby where do I sleep?
Feels so good when I'm home
2000 years of chasing takin' it's toll
And it's coming closer [4x]
~ Closer- Kings Of Leon
Stranded in this spooky town,
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold,
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run,
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
Drivin' by the strangle of vain
Showin' no mercy I'll do it again
Open up your eyes
You keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are beneath me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
And it's coming closer [2x]
You sh-sh-shock my bones,
Leavin' me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me?
Where am I now, baby where do I sleep?
Feels so good when I'm home
2000 years of chasing takin' it's toll
And it's coming closer [4x]
~ Closer- Kings Of Leon
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Eyebrow Epilady
Let me just start by saying that I am NOT a hairy person. I have a ton of really curly hair, but it's fine and slippery, not course and wiry. The hair on my legs is very fine and light. You can barely see the hair on my arms and my eyebrows have "holes" in them. I'M NOT HAIRY.
That being said, I do like to have my eyebrows shaped every so often. Most people have to have theirs done every four weeks like clockwork. Me? Not so much. The first time I had my eyebrows waxed, Jolene did it. She promised me that she would not make me look like I was permanently surprised at everything people said to me. Plus, whatever wax she uses, doesn't make my skin react in little bumps or uncontrollable itchiness. She cleaned things up neat and tidy.
I had a hair appointment with Jolene on Monday and I'd asked when I made the appointment if she'd do my eyebrows 'cause they were looking kind of ratty. Well, both of us forgot. I got out of there with great hair, but ratty eyebrows. But, I knew that today I needed to go to South Center to get my warranty check on my bracelet so I thought I'd try the place in the mall where Tina got her brows done before. Brow Art by Threading.
Oh, my. Tina assured me that it was great. WAY better than waxing. Um... not so much. I'm thinking that I would wax my WHOLE body before I would "thread" my eyebrows again. It was painful. Seriously painful. Waxing is quick because it takes all the hair in one fail swoop. Threading does not. It's like plucking your eyebrows with tweezers, but pulling a bunch out at a time and only realizing that you got three hairs. Not twenty-five. Remember the Epilady? Think that. On your eyebrows. It's been three and a half hours and I'm still getting little twinges of pain.
And... AND, I'm STILL picking eyebrow hairs out of my nose, eyes and mouth. They went everywhere.
Plus the fact that you're in the middle of the mall and people are stopping to watch you get little hairs ripped out by their roots from your forehead. Sometimes they shout questions at you like, "Does it hurt?" or "Is it better than waxing?" It took every shred of control I had to not shout back, "Run away! Seriously! Hold on to your eyebrows for dear life. This effing hurts!"
The topper was when the lady was finished and I was getting out my wallet to pay (read: quietly whimpering in the chair trying not to bolt without paying), she had the balls to ask if I wanted to buy a package deal.
Um... probably not.
If you want to see the art of brow threading, click here.
That being said, I do like to have my eyebrows shaped every so often. Most people have to have theirs done every four weeks like clockwork. Me? Not so much. The first time I had my eyebrows waxed, Jolene did it. She promised me that she would not make me look like I was permanently surprised at everything people said to me. Plus, whatever wax she uses, doesn't make my skin react in little bumps or uncontrollable itchiness. She cleaned things up neat and tidy.
I had a hair appointment with Jolene on Monday and I'd asked when I made the appointment if she'd do my eyebrows 'cause they were looking kind of ratty. Well, both of us forgot. I got out of there with great hair, but ratty eyebrows. But, I knew that today I needed to go to South Center to get my warranty check on my bracelet so I thought I'd try the place in the mall where Tina got her brows done before. Brow Art by Threading.
Oh, my. Tina assured me that it was great. WAY better than waxing. Um... not so much. I'm thinking that I would wax my WHOLE body before I would "thread" my eyebrows again. It was painful. Seriously painful. Waxing is quick because it takes all the hair in one fail swoop. Threading does not. It's like plucking your eyebrows with tweezers, but pulling a bunch out at a time and only realizing that you got three hairs. Not twenty-five. Remember the Epilady? Think that. On your eyebrows. It's been three and a half hours and I'm still getting little twinges of pain.
And... AND, I'm STILL picking eyebrow hairs out of my nose, eyes and mouth. They went everywhere.
Plus the fact that you're in the middle of the mall and people are stopping to watch you get little hairs ripped out by their roots from your forehead. Sometimes they shout questions at you like, "Does it hurt?" or "Is it better than waxing?" It took every shred of control I had to not shout back, "Run away! Seriously! Hold on to your eyebrows for dear life. This effing hurts!"
The topper was when the lady was finished and I was getting out my wallet to pay (read: quietly whimpering in the chair trying not to bolt without paying), she had the balls to ask if I wanted to buy a package deal.
Um... probably not.
If you want to see the art of brow threading, click here.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Music Monday on Wednesday
I know that it's been a long time since I've written anything of substance. I have been so busy that I can't even see straight. Apparently being grade level chair, the contact for our school for the union, beginning an intervention program, and not starting your Christmas shopping yet takes a toll on your stress level. So, I'm trying to get the Music Mondays in at least. Sigh... This one you'll like...
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
[Guitar Solo]
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
[Guitar Solo]
(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
Queen- Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
[Guitar Solo]
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
[Guitar Solo]
(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
Queen- Bohemian Rhapsody
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Music Monday on Thursday
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
The husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
~Nirvana- Where Did You Sleep Last Night
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
The husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
~Nirvana- Where Did You Sleep Last Night
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday Tunage
I know it's been a REALLY long time since I've posted. I've been so busy that I barely know whether I'm coming or going. What have I been up to you ask? A bulleted list for your reading pleasure:
George of Counterfist is on the left. He looks very much like our friend Joe.
Counterfist is playing at the Showbox Sodo with Floater on Halloween. If you can, I'd recommend going to see them.
- Mexico trip
- Canada trip (2 days after we got home from Mexico, but, more on that later.)
- new gutters on the house (WE put them on.)
- grade level chair person
- photography zero hour
- union rep
- RTI book club
- planning the Halloween costume
- trying to reclaim my house and laundry after two back to back vacations
- grading every assessment known to man
There is more, but I seriously don't want to bore you to death. I'm already bored to death and I did all of those things. Sigh. But, one fun thing I did last weekend was go to a radio station listener party. The local rock station morning show had a "hooray we've been on the air for 10 years" party at the Snoqualmie Casino. Our friend Jason wanted everyone to get together and meet up there so we all did. It was actually more fun than I thought it would be. I'm not a big fan of this particular morning show, although I do listen occasionally. The whole group was there signing autographs and such. Ed kept trying to get me to let one of them sign my "rack" but, I'm really not that kind of girl. I don't like any of them enough to let them partially see the girls let alone get close enough to write on them with Sharpie.
They had the lead singers of two local bands, Windowpane and Counterfist, play a few songs acoustically. I must say, I have a new favorite band in Counterfist. They sound a little like Tool and I just really have mad respect for anyone who can sing "Hey Man Nice Shot" by Filter, acoustically. Yeah. He did this. AH-MAY-ZING. So anyhow, here's a REALLY bad YouTube video of them playing somewhere in Seattle. And, it's not even the song that I'm posting today. I couldn't find them singing it anywhere.
Sound Wreck
I started with you in mind your image your voice your words my nerve comes apart as I write and the absence is hardly enough this dream is cold and vain the cause of all this pain and starting to decay my love is this one as unique as the beast that I try to describe is this reproduction only if it comes from inside this dream is cold and vain the cause of all this pain and starting to decay my love I started with truth in mind the negative always came through starving this chance to rewind and convey to you this dream is cold and vain the cause of all this pain starting to decay my love
George of Counterfist is on the left. He looks very much like our friend Joe.
Counterfist is playing at the Showbox Sodo with Floater on Halloween. If you can, I'd recommend going to see them.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Calle Ocho
Dudes.
I just returned from Mexico. I'm having a tiny bit of culture shock. Can I just say that I DID NOT WANT TO COME HOME????
I didn't. It's bad.
So, instead of blogging about the vaca (which was FANTASTIC by the way) I'm going to do this week's installment of Music Monday. On Wednesday.
I danced my ass off to this song in the hotel bar. Ahhh... Mexico, Mexico, where for art thou, Mexico?
Haha
Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix,
you know that S 75 Street Brazil?
Well this year gon be called Calle Ocho,
Que ola cata, Que ola omega
and this how we gon do it
Dale,
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
(Hahaha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si verdad que tu eres guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!)
[Verse 1:]
6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh,
Pit got it locked from brews to the locker,
R.I.P uh, big and pac,
That he's not, but damn he's hot,
label flop but Pit wont stop,
got her in the car, quit playin' with his (Como?)
watch him make a movie like Albert Hitchcock, Enjoy
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si verdad que tu eres guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!)
[Verse 2:]
Mami got an ass like a donkey, with a monkey,
look like King Kong, welcome to the crib,
305 thats what it is,
with a woman down ya s*** dont play games,
they up the chain, and they let her do everythang and anythang, hit tha thang
and they love it gettin' it in, gettin' on,
all night long (Dale)
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si es verdad que tu ere guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro
[Verse 3:]
Baby you can get it, if you wit it we can play,
baby I got cribs, I got condos we can stay,
even got a king size mattress we can lay,
baby I dont care, I dont care, what they say
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si es verdad que tu ere guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
I just returned from Mexico. I'm having a tiny bit of culture shock. Can I just say that I DID NOT WANT TO COME HOME????
I didn't. It's bad.
So, instead of blogging about the vaca (which was FANTASTIC by the way) I'm going to do this week's installment of Music Monday. On Wednesday.
I danced my ass off to this song in the hotel bar. Ahhh... Mexico, Mexico, where for art thou, Mexico?
Haha
Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix,
you know that S 75 Street Brazil?
Well this year gon be called Calle Ocho,
Que ola cata, Que ola omega
and this how we gon do it
Dale,
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
(Hahaha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si verdad que tu eres guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!)
[Verse 1:]
6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh,
Pit got it locked from brews to the locker,
R.I.P uh, big and pac,
That he's not, but damn he's hot,
label flop but Pit wont stop,
got her in the car, quit playin' with his (Como?)
watch him make a movie like Albert Hitchcock, Enjoy
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si verdad que tu eres guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!)
[Verse 2:]
Mami got an ass like a donkey, with a monkey,
look like King Kong, welcome to the crib,
305 thats what it is,
with a woman down ya s*** dont play games,
they up the chain, and they let her do everythang and anythang, hit tha thang
and they love it gettin' it in, gettin' on,
all night long (Dale)
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si es verdad que tu ere guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-do'-tres-cuatro
[Verse 3:]
Baby you can get it, if you wit it we can play,
baby I got cribs, I got condos we can stay,
even got a king size mattress we can lay,
baby I dont care, I dont care, what they say
[Chorus:]
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me (want me)
you know I want cha (want cha)
I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Rumba (Si)
Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)
Si es verdad que tu ere guapa,
Yo te voy a poner gozar
Tu tiene la boca grande
dale ponte a jugar (Como)
one-two-three-four
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro
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