I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way that I want
To say and do whatever I please
No, you don’t own me,
No, no you don’t own me
-- Lesley Gore

Time man, it owns my ass. ‘Tis a shame, too. I don’t like being owned, you know? The other night when I was getting ready to go to bed, I just thought, crap, it’s like 11, where did the day go. So I did some calculations – in a typical day, I spend 7 hours asleep (or should I say trying to sleep), 9 hours working, 1 hour getting ready to go to work and one hour commuting. So what am I left with to call my own? Umm… that would be about 6 hours. How is that helpful?

I’m TIRED man. I need some serious sleep…

Have a good weekend, I intend to spend no less than 10 hours on sleep tonight/tomorrow.

dabbs

Insane in the brain
-- Cypress Hill

This will be a hitting two birds with one stone post. Almost a two for the price of one type deally, yo.

Number 1 – what is with the weird sound in the aforementioned song? Come on, run it through your brain right now, you know – it sounds like a tea kettle going off. And it’s on loop in the song. I also heard a similar sound this morning in some song. Anyway, just a crazy observation – the use of the tea kettle in a song.

On to the subject at hand – the whole Wendy’s chili fiasco – apparently the lady in the news that got the finger in her chili has now been arrested for putting said finger in her own chili. I alluded to my experience in college with the Wendy’s chili a while back and I promised to share it here on the site and never got around to it (sorry Aeryn).

So here you go: My roommate Breezy and I went to the Wendy’s in the food court at the mall. Now we always had quite the problem in picking a place to go eat. Those of you reading here that still hang out with us would vehemently agree that this is still very much an issue with me. But this time the choice was easy -- it was cold outside and she wanted some chili. I ordered first, “Yes, I’d like a number 1 with a Coke please.” The young lady behind the counter responded, “For here or to go.” “Here” I politely replied and then I stepped aside. Breezy steps up and says, “Yes, I’d like a diet coke, small chili and a side salad with Italian please.” The girl behind the counter began to laugh as she punched the order into the register. Around this time, my food was pushed to me on a tray and I moved over to the ketchup station. The cashier chick had now doubled over in laughter and called for reinforcements from the back, “Girl, get in here! THIS GIRL UP HERE JUST ORDERED THE CHILI!” Girl from the back arrives on the scene and says, “WHAT?? Oh no she didn’t! She ordered the chili??” They erupt in laughter and girl number two hollers to the fry guy, “Yo, man, this girl ordered the chili! THE CHILI, MAN!” Original cashier girl says to girl number 2, “Girl, I wouldn’t eat that sh@# for nothing!” The entire staff was now laughing as Breezy and I stood there just dumbfounded. Finally, a girl appears from the back with a small cup of chili and gingerly places it on the tray. Well, being young college chicks, and so mystified and agape at what we had just witnessed, we just took the tray and walked off.

Now, that may not have been quite as funny as me telling you in person, but just thought I’d share anyway.

Signing out with a “case of the Mondays”
dabbs

treating me ungratefully
But now I'm knowing that they ain't making me or breaking me
My life I live it to the limit and I love it
Now I can breathe again, baby now I can breathe again
-- J Lo

You know, things are crazy right now, so I haven't had time to really, truly blog, but those lyrics did come to mind, so I figured I should post them. The other choice, although good, was more of a downer, but here you go anyway (this is on loop in my brain right now):

Sometimes I can't help thinking "what about me?"
Some days go by that I don't even see
I've done everything right, still I can't break free
Is this how it's always going to be?
What about me?
-- Keith Urban

get set go
Let me go
Let me shoop to the next man in a 3 piece suit
-- Salt N Pepa

What's all this about Bush and his IPod? Seriously -- they've dubbed (ha, dub - no pun intended) it "IPod One." Come on. I have been very interested in it, though. Not because I care what he listens to, but just the sheer insanity that there is this hoopla around it is funny to me. I've seen on TV and read on the 'Net that this is all supposed to be important because "the playlist is a mirror to the soul." I'm sorry, what? Who cares if he likes "My Sharona" so do I and it doesn't mean anything.

Wonder what folks would think of my playlist? What do the following artists say about me that lets you glimpse into my soul? 50 Cent, ABBA, Alanis Morissette, Alicia Keys, Amy Grant, Annie Lennox, The Beach Boys, Beyonce, Bryan White, Cake, Captain and Tenille, The Cardigans, Catherine Zeta Jones, Chely Wright, Clay Walker, Cyndi Thomson, Def Leppard, Destiny's Child, The Dixie Chicks, The Eagles, En Vogue, Ewan McGregor, Gavin DeGraw, George Benson, Grayson Hugh, The Guess Who, Heart, Hootie and the Blowfish, Imani Coppola, Isula, Janet Jackson, Jason Mraz, Jay Z, Jennifer Lopez, Jo Dee Messina, Joey McIntyre, John Mayer, Joss Stone, The Judds, Keith Urban, Kelly Clarkson, The Kinks, LeAnn Rimes, Lenny Kravitz, Lil Kim with Notorious BIG and Puff Daddy, Lil John with Ludacris and Usher, Limp Bizkit, Ma$e, Mariah Carey, Mark Wills, Maroon 5, Matchbox Twenty, Michael Buble, Michael Tolcher, Nate Dogg with Warren G, Nicole Kidman with Ewan McGregor, Notorious BIG, Oasis, Outkast with Sleepy Brown, Quad City DJs, Rascal Flatts, Rebecca Lynn Howard, Regina Regina, Renee Zellweger,Roseanne Cash, Roy Orbison, Run DMC, Rupert Holmes, Salt N Pepa, SheDaisy, Sheryl Crow, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, Stevie Nicks, Thrasher Shiver, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Toya, Train, Trisha Yearwood, U2, Usher, Wilson Pickett, The Zombies.

So, what did you see with that glimpse into my soul?

Nah, I more like to think it's a glimpse to my psyche, not soul. Either way, I know y'all be hating on my taste in music, so be nice if you choose to comment. To each their own.

Have a good weekend!

dabbs

Like there ain't nothing to it
-- 50 Cent

What is wrong with people and cars? Seriously -- please, if you are reading this, and don't already have the skills in place, LEARN HOW TO PARK YOUR FREAKIN' CAR, man! I am so tired of pulling up to my apartment and banking to the left, only to notice this particular dark blue car over the line -- AGAIN. I'm telling you man, I grew up with a dad in the transportation business -- so you better believe I learned how to drive. (And don't even think about dogging my mad skills, y'all). I'm a very safe driver. I'm particularly safe when I have others in the car. I do, as Mr. Tom Cruise would say, always carry the burning "need for speed", but I'm safe and I damn well know how to park my car in one place. No, not two, not one and a half, but ONE spot. Get on it, people of the world -- if I can park a huge Jeep, you can sure as heck park your tiny Civic, ok?? Don't make me leave a nasty note on your windshield...

Amy

is someone to believe in me
Just be free with me
-- Michael Tolcher

I know, I know, I know. I've got a lot to say, but I've just been hampered by a bit of writer's block. And yeah, sorry about the spam comments -- I know nothing about a Lake Powell or whatever, ok? Anyway, don't give up on me -- I will be back --

Ames