I'm 'bout to have me some fun
-- R Kelly

Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In any thing that comes from me
-- MB 20

I'm going to go outside and use my skills as 1/16th Cherokee indian to do an anti-rain dance. Because I think I'll just curl up and bawl if the Matchbox 20 concert is rained out tonight ---

Y'all keep your fingers crossed and stay by your phone in case security and/or campus police and/or for real police come and take me away for my dance. ("Yeah, they're taking me away")

Amy

I wonder what I'd do if they all did just what I said?
I'd shout out an order, "I think we're outta this man, get me some.
Now boy don't make me wanna change my tone, my tone."
Straight up what did you hope to learn about here?
If I was someone else would this all fall apart?
Strange where were you when we started this gig?
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me
-- Matchbox 20

Heather's topic -- Work boredom -- is it a chronic disease or just a random occurence?

Number one, man, you know it's true. Of course there are days when all of us are so busy we can't see straight and we leave work thinking, dude, where did my day go? But for the most part, we all get bored on the job. I don't care if you love your job, there are still times, almost every single day, when you wish you were somewhere else. I mean, come on -- the eternal question -- a la Office Space is if you had a million bucks, or all the money you could ever want, what would you spend your life doing?

Working? Me thinks not. I'd be straight up traveling around the world and bankrolling my off the hook ad agency in which I'd dabble as Creative Director/Copwriter but only for fun and only to keep my brain active. (Don't worry, Holli -- you can be Chief Creative Officer!)

So now my question to you is, what fills your work boredom time? Ok, I know surfing, but what sites do you frequent??

Amy

Is it possible to drive down the road and look directly at a road sign and not read it? Is it possible to walk past a store in the mall and glance at the door and not read the name?

What I'm getting at is this -- once you learn how to read, is it possible for you to have words right in front of your face and not allow your mind to process them?

Ok, I know that you can be totally zoned out and pretend to read a book or magazine. What I'm talking about is, when you're in your right mind (for some of us that is rare) and you are semi-alert can you look at a piece of paper on your desk and not read at least one or 2 words on it?

Example: While on the phone at my desk, I can't help but look at the mess of papers and words just jump out : "Build Trust, HIPAA Privacy, Surgery, Barnhardt, Nurse recruitment"

It's not that I want to read all this stuff, it just jumps out. Crossing the street if you glance up you read the name of the street to your self, even though you know what street it is. Why is that? Why can't our brains shut off?

Amy

No reply at all
-- Phil Collins

Ok, y'all, since we're having a hard time getting folks to comment here, I thought we'd have a little quiz. I thought up some fun questions and I'm going to answer them, then your turn. Ok? ok!

1. Favorite arcade game?
-- Ms. Pacman

2. Favorite episode(s) of Friends?
-- "The one with the prom video" and "The one where everybody finds out" ( It's the one with "They don't know that we know that they know")

3. Favorite Bon Jovi Song (or any other 80s hair band you chose)
-- Dead or Alive (close race with Livin' on a prayer)

4. Favorite year of your school life K-12?
-- 12 and 10

5. Coolest place you've ever been?
-- The Bahamas, Notre Dame in Paris, Toledo and Madrid Spain

6. Favorite subject in school?
-- History

7. Favorite cartoon as a kid?
-- Smurfs, Alvin and the Chipmunks

8. Cool thing you thought you wanted to be as a kid?
-- Detective

9. Favorite movie?
-- The Wizard of Oz

10. If you could have any job you wanted, what would it be?
-- Sitcom/screenplay writer

Your turn!

=) Amy

I'm cut from a different cloth
-- Beyonce (Well, that lyric is Jay-Z) "Crazy in love"

First off -- This is entry 100!!! woo hoo!!

EW has started a section of their mag, called "What we love" or something like that. Anyway, I thought we'd do a summer version here. How about music?

1. Crazy in Love -- Beyonce and Jay-Z
Gotta love this one for the blazing horns and the "uh-oh, uh-oh" hook
2. The Remedy -- Jason Mraz
Infectious, plain and simple, how great is the line "I won't worry my life away"
3. Rest in pieces -- Salvia
Driving, intense rock with mournful lyrics. How can you not love a song that has the words "Depth perception"?
4. Unwell -- Matchbox 20
All I can say is told you so!! Go back and read March 6 entry
5. Calling all angels -- Train
Train is off the hook. All you drops of jupiter haters, I promise, give them a chance, I too, do not ever want to hear that song again, but I love me some Train

So, tell me what's rocking your world this summer, y'all ----

ames

we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
-- Oasis

News of the day: "NEW YORK (AP) -- Viacom Inc. said it will lose $16.8 million in the first week after filmmaker Spike Lee's so-far successful bid to keep its TNN cable network from being renamed Spike TV.

Lee, who claimed the name change was a deliberate attempt to hijack his image and prestige, won a preliminary injunction in state Supreme Court last week barring TNN from calling itself Spike TV starting Monday. Lawyers for Viacom, the media giant that owns the CBS network, appealed."

You know, last time I checked Spike Lee wasn't the only "Spike" in the world. I mean, who can forget Snoopy's brother that lives in the desert -- he's the original Spike. Dude, what is wrong with people??

Seriously, I think I'm going to run right out now and sue the now defunct Pure Prarie League for their song "Amy." Even though their spelling is "Amie" and the song was made in 1972 when I was negative 6. ( "Amy, what you gonna do? I think I could stay with you for a while maybe longer if I do").

And while I'm at it I'll sue former country great James Bonamy for his song bearing my name "Amy is another name for love in my house." And shoot, why not sue the parents of Amy Grant for giving her my name? (Again, that naming occured when I was "picking up taters in Baltimore" but no matter).

Too many Hollywood types like Mr. Lee (whose real name is not even Spike but Shelton Jackson Lee) have too much time on there hands and egos the size of a bus. And more money than most of us will ever see in our lives.

Amy

Happy Father's Day, Daddy! I love you.

we'd sing in the car
drivin' downtown top down
checkin' out the bands on Doheney Avenue
-- Rascal Flatts

I love singing in the car at the top of my lungs. So, Holli has brought up an age old question -- is singing in the car fun and harmless or is it annoying and pathetic??

Option 1, baby, all the way.

I went home this weekend. I had to leave to come to work at 6 a.m. Now, I'm not an earlybird by any means, and would have dozed off without my CDs to which I sang my head off.

Singing in the car is a must. I don't think I know anyone who doesn't do it. You might say you don't, but you know if your favorite song in the whole world (These Dreams by Heart) came on, you'd sing along. Music is the greatest form of expression that there is (at least one of them).

Now, you do have to practice a bit of self control with the singing. First off, you probably don't want to be sitting in a traffic jam on 280 with the windows down screaming "Rag doll, living in a movie". Or maybe you do. I don't know -- just use your common sense.

And, be prepared for the consequences. I had been working here about a month when I ran into a guy that said, "I saw you singing this morning in the deck!" I laughed and said I wasn't surprised. You can't be ashamed if you get caught doing it -- just laugh it off.

My only other advice is to refrain from slapping the steering wheel so much while you're performing your own Divas concert -- that gives you away.

What do you think?

Amy

where I've been or what I've won
Stand on your corner a thousand time
Lose what I got, keep what I find
It's about you, It's about you
-- Train

Ok guys, I need your input here. This site should be about all of you, too. So, I've got an idea. Post a comment to this entry with a random topic that should be discussed. And I'll rant on it, then send me your rant on the same topic and we'll post both. Ok? Ok!

My only rules are, nothing dirty and nothing about religion. So get cracking! What do you want to talk about??

Amy

I am my own worst enemy
-- Lit

Yesterday morning I was minding my own business and stepped onto the elevator to begin my long descent from the 9th floor of the parking deck. A lady stepped on before me and two more ladies came in after me.

The first lady appeared to be around 20 years old. She had banging Lee press on nails, not painted, but still clear just straight out of the package. Now, by no means am I making fun, I'm just saying, I've never seen them just slapped on there still clear.

Anyway, aforementioned Lee press on nail lady proceeds to punch the 1 button as we all settle back into our corners of the elevator. I glanced down at my shoes and then back up. Just so happens that my eyes caught hers and then she proceeded to take her left index finger -- press on nail and all -- and stick it directly up her nose.

Well, I'm in total and utter shock. This is a grown lady, y'all. I mean, come on! I was horrified and no doubt disgusted and desperately turned my head to stare at someone or something else.

Then a lady in the back corner asks me what floor we got on. I'm thrilled for any excuse to get my mind off of booger lady and begin a conversation with her. Thirty seconds later, I glance over and homegirl is still digging and now has her cell phone out all chit chatting with someone. (I'm wondering if the person she's talking to knows she has a nose picking addiction. And damn, isn't that nail going to scratch part of your brain out??) Once again she caught me looking at her. You'd think she would have already been embarassed, but oh no -- I think she enjoyed the attention. She was flaunting her habit for me to see.

I have never been so glad in all my born days to be off an elevator and so eternally grateful that this grown ass lady at least refrained from pick, lick and flick.

I swear, I must be in the longest episode of Seinfeld every made!

Amy

and I'm all up in your face
With a rhyme that I embrace
-- dc talk

Hello my loyal and faithful subjects!

I'm back now. Yes, it was a great trip. If you haven't seen Charleston -- you need to. It's beautiful, and, as predicted, I didn't want to leave. I'm all about using my first couple of millions to buy a historic waterfront home there.

Speaking of my millions, I must remind myself that I ain't there yet, and that's why I press on with this whole work thing. I'd like to work 3 months, be off 3 months. How else am I ever going to get to go see all the places I want to see and do all the things I want to do?

I want to live life now and not wait until I find out that I'm 60 and still haven't done all that I want to. So my question is -- how do you do it??

Really, how can you do it?? If you're not the heiress to the Downy Fabric Softener fortune, or if you're not born with the last name Kennedy or Gates, how do you do it? How do you travel the world and see what you're missing in the four corners and seven continents and see the seven wonders?

(If I live to see the seven wonders
I'll make a path to the rainbow's end
I'll never live to match the beauty again
The rainbow's end
-- Fleetwood Mac)

The reality of life is that you have to work. You have to make the bling bling so you can pay those bills, bills, bills and so you can save up for these trips that you'll only get to take once a year, and only be off somewhere in the neighborhood of 21 to 26 days a year (that's close to the number if you're like me and haven't been working for years and years).

Two consecutive weekend days off is not enough. I think we need to revolutionize the work place. You know, someone somewhere had to invent the five day work week. Why can't we invent the 3 months on, 3 months off thing? Or at least a variation. I'm all about 7 days on 7 days off -- I think I could totally get on board with that. But, alas, I'm not a nurse (and couldn't be if I tried! Got super r-e-s-p-e-c-t for you gals and guys that are, too).

So I guess we have to take our few precious days off and thoroughly enjoy them while we can. Thankfully I'm at a place now that has PTO -- which means I don't have to be *cough, cough* "sick" and I can just take a day. But, if that's not your situation, give yourself a break every now and then and use those "sick" days.

Back to life
Back to reality
Back to life
Back to the present time
--Soul II Soul

Amy