Someone who's worth it
In this murkiness
-- Morrissey

Option 2
I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
-- U2

Option 3
The happiest day I ever knew
In a sea of gold down next to you
So blurred and tired under summer sun
You whispered dreams of a world to come...
We were so in love
-- The Cure

Option 4
Need you by my side
Girl to be my bride
You'll never be denied
Everlasting love
-- U2 or Gloria Estefan (cover of a Buzz Cason song – also recorded by 15 or so other artists)

Congratulations to Brian and Holli! Brian, I hope you appreciate the effort I have taken to extend an olive branch to my friend's soon to be husband! I hope this makes up for our rowdy lyrics debate from a few weeks ago. CONGRATS!

Ames

to go then
and let us jet set
we'll be like the Jetsons
You can be Jane my wife
Should I marry Jane tonight?
-- Jason Mraz

Option 2
So much sacred in the month of June...
And I will waste no time remaining in our lives together
-- John Mayer

Option 3
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have
Gone through
-- Maroon 5

Option 4
Gee I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of love
-- The Dixie Cups


Lyrics for you, Holli! Congratulations to Holli and Brian (Isoetes) on their recent engagement!

Don't worry, Brian, this is just part one of a two part post...

Amy

Let's celebrate
It's all right
Everyone around the world come on
It's a celebration
-- Kool and the Gang

I love Vh1! I mean it -- I really do! I mean, they have gone from a 30 something's MTV to a pop culture/music machine. I know many of you bemoan the lack of music programming on the channel and I'd have to agree that for a music channel, they are suspiciously missing MUSIC, but I love the other stuff so much that I just don't care. (Throw your hands in the air and wave 'em like you just don't care).

First off, I am officially hooked on the Surreal Life. Two words for you my friend -- Flavor Flav. That's right boooooyyyy! Fight the Power! My boy Flav is hysterical. I don’t even had adequate words to tell you how funny this cat is. Seriously -- freaking hysterical! And I also have to show love to Dave Coulier-- Uncle Joey is a rather normal sane guy that just makes great observations about others in the house. And yes, yes, y’all – Charo. Please, please, if you haven’t seen a single episode, please catch a rerun – specifically the ones where the are recording a single. I was doubled over laughing at Charo: “You gon see a for real Spanish a woman get upset!” I don’t like the others, though. But all together, they are quite amusing. As the Beastie Boys would say, “Ch-ch-check it out, wha-wha-what’s it all about?”

Second thing – Best Week Ever. Now this is a pop culture junkie’s dream come true. If you have missed your time surfing the web for entertainment, TV, movie and music news – this is the perfect place to catch up. And the comedians are very funny. Some more than others, but that’s to be expected.

And finally, VH1 is getting ready to premiere a show called Motormouth. This is a hidden camera show that follows people singing in their cars. I seriously lost my breath laughing at a preview of this show. The hidden camera shows two girls driving and the girl behind the wheel starts dancing so vigorously to “Celebration” that her passenger has to reach over and steer the car! I am horrified at the possibility of this hidden camera concept, though. I can just see myself on this show, acting a fool and singing at the top of my lungs to “Get down on it” like I was the other day. What can I say? Sometimes, after a bad day, nothing cheers me up more than to sing my little heart out on the way home!

Oh and one more thing -- LL COOL J!

It's no surprise to me
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

to make it real
-- Jets

Ok, I need to admit first off, that I loved the Jets as a child. Again, it bears repeating that I was a child in the 80's. Just a reminder. Anyway, I just wanted to point out a random occurrence in my day. I was on the second floor of the hospital overlooking a common area with a little cafe. That Jets song was blaring from the speakers at Cafe Origins. Just made me pause. Here I am with in ear shot of children laughing, crying and playing and a freakin' light pop 80's song is blaring in another part of the hospital?? What is that all about. Anyway, just a random observation that I found to be slightly amusing...

Ames

I think I'll just sit here and drink
-- Merle Haggard

You know, I could say so much, but I just won't. I appreciate so much all of you that posted your favorite dabbs entries. I'll be reposting those soon. Hope everyone is having a good week!

dabbs

Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
-- War (From Low Rider)

Let's take a walk back down memory lane, kids. In honor of the 2 year anniversary of AmyDabbs.com I would like you all to peruse the archives and let me know which posts are your favorites. We'll do a "best of" feature. So come on, I know you're bored at work -- get cracking!

dabbs

and I'm white
And my hat's real low
-- Jay-Z

First off all, I am well aware that the correct lyrics are, “’Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low. Do I look like a mind reader, sir, I don’t know?” But obviously, I had to tweak it for my own purposes. Now to the events of the weekend --

How is it that there are 14 people on my hall and only 4 showed up for work on Friday? Everyone was either off or on a business trip. I sure didn’t get the memo. As for Saturday, isn’t it classy of the DKE’s at UA to hang a sign on their house that said, “In a game of inches, SC’s cocks come up short”? That’s lovely, guys – your parents should be proud! Speaking of UA – I am a diehard fan to the uttermost but I’m tired of losing every season. I don’t have the heart for another 4 win affair…

On Sunday I decided to go get dinner from Jim and Nick’s. Now I was dressed down in the truest sense of the phrase – gray shorts, old t-shirt, sunglasses and a khaki baseball cap resting real low on my brow. (“And my hat’s real low”) But I was just going through the drive through and then back my merry way – should be no harm. I make it through the first window with, “Thank you very much, have a nice day” and proceed to window number 2. At window number 2 I am greeted by a Mexican man, “hi, sir, how you today?” Ok, so apparently my long, reddish brown, curly ponytail did not indicate to him that I am a Ms. Here’s a tip – if you don’t know the gender of a individual, skip the “sir, miss, ma’am” bit and stick with pleasantries. I knew I should have put my earrings back in…

But you would be proud, I handled it nicely – I simply turned and flashed my pearly whites and then he looked embarrassed. Oh well, lesson learned, I hope. Later that evening I decided to give myself a pedicure of sorts. Part of this involved soaking my feet in some purple stuff, following with a foot scrub and finishing with a foot lotion. So it was all good action until this morning and I discovered that the foot scrub, which I applied with my hands and a washcloth, had proceeded to cause the skin between my fingers to peel away. Here’s a thought – I rather like the skin between my fingers – I mean, it’s needed, right? I don’t need all that tough stuff on my heels, though. So how is it helpful that by getting a bit of this stuff on my hands I now am peeling off in the wrong place? My heels are still rough, too, by the way…