Internet Radio Revival--UPDATED--AGAIN
I take back what I said the other day. The first song I heard on the 90's station when I tuned in today was 'Ice Ice Baby' and well, you just don't get more 90's than that.

I don't care how many current songs they play now that I have heard that gem...and by 'gem' I mean horrible song I know every single word to.

PS--the station doesn't have to follow FCC regs, so now they are playing 'Don't Want No (short dick man)'
I mean, 'eeny weeny teeny weeny shriveled little short dick man' No one writes lyrics like that anymore (or they do, but they just aren't broadcast.) AWESOME! What a great song.

Barbie Girl is now playing. How would I get through my day at work dealing with invoices without such fabulous tunes? That is right, I don't know either.

Easter Sunday
Yes, this past weekend was Easter and I hope everyone reading this had a great one. I had a pretty cool Easter weekend. Most of which was spent packing up my apartment and indulging in a few adult beverages; however, Easter afternoon itself was a fabulous experience.

So, I went over to my future roommate's parents' after spending about 5 hours packing (hello stuff I thought I lost but has now resurfaced.) I arrived over there to a flurry of activity, dinner was just about to be served. Now, I don't know about you, but I came from a fairly traditional Catholic (please, no hate mail) family where we would have ham and German potato salad, corn casserole, etc for our Easter feast (oh and mimosas or pina coladas, whichever my mother was wishing for me to make.)

Dinner yesterday was a little different and consisted of chicken, rice, cheesy mashed potatoes-which were really good--beef, lamb, hummus, falafel and a half of an artichoke which I had to have my friend actually show me how to eat. So dinner was quite an array of food items, but everything was so good.

After dinner is when the fun really began. I was watching the US soccer team get beaten by Mexico when one of the family dogs decided to scare the crap out of me which caused the mimosa in my hand to spill all over my pants. Which not only felt uncomfortable, but more importantly was a waste of perfectly good champagne. I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around with massively wet pants feeling completely retarded, but that wasn't the best accident of the evening--not by far.

Llater on, after my friend's son was finished finding all of his Easter eggs, we were all watching TV. My friend gets up from the couch and goes to get something from the kitchen. I happen to look at where she had been sitting only to notice two big brown spots. Apparently after the egg finding, two of the chocolate eggs ended up under her on the couch. I casually call her back into the living room to see this mess. I then tell her to turn around...yep, there it was two massively large chocolate brown spots right on her ass. I pretty much lost it at that point b/c seriously, how could you not? We got most of the chocolate off, but the hilarity of the situation was not lost on her...I believe one of her first comments was 'You're not going to write about this on your blog, are you?'

Of course not...and by that I mean, you bet your chocolate stained ass I am.

Happy Easter!

Internet Radio
Today I decided to listen to Internet Radio off of Windows Media. I have it tuned to the 90's station. Here is a sample of the 90's music that I have heard today.

Usher's Confessions and Yeah
Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway and Since You've Been Gone
Eminem's Toy Soldiers (which I thought was the Martika version, but I was wrong)
Nelly Furtado's I'm Like a Bird (2000)
Britney Spears My Perogative and the remake of I Love Rock and Roll. (mixing a song older than the decade genre but recorded in the 00s does not equal out to 90s.

Songs actually from the 90's I heard
Salt n Pepa's Shoop
Live's Lightning Crashes
Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
Alanis Morrisette's Isn't it Ironic

So, you can see that from this sampling, there are many songs from today that are being played on this station...I know the 90's had more music and perhaps I was just looking to be reminded of what kind of junk was out there. I mean, where are the Spice Girls? Chumbawumba? Early Backstreet Boys? Gin Blossoms? Pearl Jam? Nirvana? Paula Abdul (her first was 1988, but she released all her other stuff after 1990) These are the horrible types of songs that I was hoping to hear. Not the songs that I hear on the regular radio everyday.

Here we go...some Sheryl Crow...All I Wanna Do is listen to some bad 90's music...

The Scariest Thing By Far
was the sight of the bottom of my glass(es) of captain and coke last night at the bar.

How can it be my fault though, when the happy hour special at this place is buy one get one free--everyday from 5pm to 9pm? As long as you redeem your free drinks before 10pm! $3 Captain's and let me tell you, they were quite the generous pours. Not too good for my liver or my work productivity, but very good for my wallet. Except now that I think about it, I paid for the tab b/c my compatriot had left his wallet at our office.

Wait, I think I have been snookered. Oh well, he drives me into the office on quite a number of hungover occasions, so I guess this will just even us out then.

Have to go and do analyzation of data. Why did I take a job with analyst in the title? This is what plagues me today. Is it happy hour yet?

Things I saw in the last 12 hours that were scary.
In order of appearance...

Number one: Man wearing jean shorts. Yes, it was 57 degrees today, but it is now 9:30pm and freezing. There is no excuse for shorts and more importantly on a man? No excuse for jean shorts. Just. BAD.

Number two: A poor old Hispanic man on the bus this morning wearing a Delta Zeta sorority sweatshirt. The man had no idea what it meant, but the scary thing would be the reaction of a DZ sister if ever confronted with this sight.

Number three: A delivery truck touting the following items--eggs, frozen eggs, egg solids and egg liquids. These things should never be spoken of, much less advertised in big, bold lettering on the side of a truck. Ughhhhh...I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. Come to think of it, what are egg solids and egg liquids? Wait, I suppose I don't really want to know.

Ok...so
I currently have a ton of work I need to be doing and I have been fairly productive for part of the day. Yesterday was extremely productive, but I am just having a bit of a harder time today.

I have a theory about why that is and basically it comes down to whether or not I feel comfortable in my clothes. You know, you wake up in the morning, a bit groggy and try to find something decent to wear, like yesterday, I was completely pleased with my outfit. Today, however, is a different story.

It isn't so much that I don't like what I am wearing, which consists of army green dress pants from Banana Republic and a charcoal gray turtleneck from Old Navy (yes, they are the same store pretty much so shut. up.) I guess I am having one of those days where I just don't feel that comfortable. You know, a little too bloated, or perhaps I've eaten too much caesar salad (and yes, it was salad day again.) In any case, I sort of feel like I have to slump down in my chair to create the least amount of stress on my waistline and this causes me to feel lethargic and I don't get as much work done. Now, I know that I did not drastically gain weight from yesterday so I know this is just a state of mind, but I swear, if I had on some fleece pants with an elastic waistband...I would be kicking the shit out of some market analyzation right about now. Alas, that is not the case. Maybe I will just take a nap.

Ode To Caesar Salad Day
Caesar salad bar how I love you. Let me count the ways.

I love you for your choice of calamari, salmon, grilled chicken or my favorite, fried chicken tenders.

I love you for your leafy green goodness.

I love you for your regular or lite dressing.

I love you for your extra parmesan cheese.

I love you for your croutons.

I love you for your onion straws.

I love you for the man who tosses all the above ingredients with love and care.

But, most of all, I love hearing your name announced when I call the office cafeteria menu and looking forward to you all morning.

Thank you Caesar Salad day. You are truly one of a kind.

Love,
Me

Sneakers, Tennis Shoes...etc...
Ok, most of the people that know me, know that I have a problem purchasing sneakers. Or, more accurately, that I have a problem not purchasing them. I will say in my defense that most of the sneakers I buy are, in fact, under $50 a piece, so therefore, I feel my obsession isn't as bad as it could be.

Well, to let everyone know, I currently own the following number of pairs of sneakers: 11. Yes, that is right, 11.

Can I say that 5 of those are actually Skechers, which we all know have absolutely no athletic use, as they are strictly decorative. Two of the pairs are over 5 years old which I use for painting or other such activities where I don't care if they get messed up.

So, that takes care of 7 pairs right there. What do I need the other 5 for? Well, one pair of New Balance I use in the summer b/c I can just slide them right on and off. (Also, these are about 4 years old) Another pair of NB I have at the office for when I pretend (I mean intend) to go to the gym. My newest sneakers are Adidas and those I do use when I am actually working out at home or at the gym outside the office. The final pair I have is a pair of K-Swiss which are used for playing tennis only. I know, most of you might not believe that one needs a separate pair for just this, but as a former college player, it is a necessity. What? Just b/c I rarely play anymore, I still need them. Shut up.

So, before yesterday, it had been 2 and 1/2 years since I purchased such an item as my good friend Molly kept telling me...do you know how many beers that purchase could buy you? So, I held off for as long as possible--at least from sneakers. In any case, around the holidays I got a nice little $25 treat from DSW Shoes and proceeded to go in there yesterday and purchase these awesome shoes! They are so comfortable and I heart them. If I could wear them to work, I would be wearing them now. Please don't judge me. But, you can judge the shoes...mine are the green and pink ones, just an FYI.

The Greatest Dirty Joke Ever Told
I ran across this from yesterday's New York Times

Where is our free speech going people?

Bad Idea Jeans
So, does anyone remember that fake SNL commercial for Bad Idea Jeans? You know the one where they show all the people in the jeans and there is a voiceover stating 'Tell your girlfriend you're married? Bad Idea.' Now you have jeans to wear when you are making bad decisions. See, this comes up whenever my friend Molly and I decide to do something that we know we will regret the next day...usually this involves staying out way too late and drinking way too much.

Anyway, last night while we were in the midst of celebrating Lucy's second 28th birthday skankstravaganza, there was a point, around 8:45 where we could have gone home and gotten a good night's sleep so we could be productive at work. Did that happen? Of course not. Some of our new found friends happened to mention the magic word. KARAOKE. What was that you said? Perhaps we could stay out a little longer and it is Lucy's b-day celebration.

We go outside and walk the 3 (more like 10) blocks to this little basement bar called Peyote. It was awesome. The floor was completely sticky and they had this one half of a booth bench all along one side of the bar. Part of it was also sticky. My first song? Salt N Pepa's 'Let's Talk About Sex' My second song, involved Bad Idea Jeans...Molly and I sang (and I use the word loosely) Samantha Fox's 'Naughty Girls Need Love Too' Apparently there are actual words other than the chorus to this song which we did not know. Had people in the bar brought rotten tomatoes, let's just say I know where they would have ended up. Thankfully, I was able to redeem myself with a rendition of 'Bust A Move' and another couple of classics, one of which involved Cher.

I have to say that I really enjoyed this place and the other people that sang chose some really good songs--Total Eclipse of the Heart, We Belong, I Touch Myself (twice), 9 to 5, Don't Stop Believin', Nasty (sung by a man) and Livin' On a Prayer.

There were some interesting characters there. The first were the two lovely ladies who were visiting from St. Louis. One of whom apparently tried out for American Idol, but did not make it. She was no slouch in the karaoke dept., though. And, she was nice enough to give me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek when she left stating that I was 'just the nicest person ever!' Which was awesome and perhaps the most action I have seen in months. Secondly, I also overheard some juicy gossip in the bathroom, which apparently only consisted of noting that someone's boss bought her a laptop or something. What, no illicit office affairs? I stayed in the stall for that? And lastly, my favorite was the girl who really put the dance moves into her singing, especially the second rendition of I Touch Myself. We are talking kneeling on the floor people (note: see sticky description above.) And this weird crossing of her legs like she was 'seductively' walking towards you, but never really moved position. It was odd.

Surprisingly, the place cleared out about midnight, but the songs were still coming and there were less people to approve or disapprove of singing, so this lead to Molly belting out such classics as 'I Will Always Love You' and 'Wind Beneath My Wings.' They did not have My Heart Will Go On, although I am sure she would have sung that if they did.

All in all, it was a great b-day celebration, so thanks to Lucy for being born and we love you! I have to go learn my Samantha Fox...