Saturday, February 27, 2010

Saturday Sounds 21 or The Best Concert Ever!

With all of the teen angst, depression, loneliness, and rebelliousness I felt in my teens, it was a natural progression for my taste in music to get more and more away from mainstream. Punk rock and Death Rock (Goth), will always be my favorite type of music. There's nothing like jumping up and down, body slamming to hard core punk or to be soo mellow and calm, perhaps even a little introspective, while listening to Death Rock music.

The Cure is my favorite alternative band of all time. I saw them perform in 1987 at, I think, what used to be called, Irvine Meadows in California. A bunch of us, including Stef, decided to go to the concert but nobody had tickets. We figured we could buy some from people scalping when we got there. When we arrived, we immediately were able to buy one ticket. Score! Then one of us noticed a bunch of people walking towards and into a wooded area. Where the hell were they going? So of course we followed. Through the woods, across a small stream and over a chain link fence, which ripped my pretty black lace dress-though my monkey boots survived unharmed, right into the general admission lawn area! We were far away, but the band performed perfectly and the sound was great. To this day, I have never seen so much black eyeliner in one place. I didn't see one man or woman there, not wearing it.

The first vid is the band, live, singing my all time favorite song The Drowning Man. It's from their album Faith, which is their most depressing, dark sounding album. Around the time they were writing and recording songs, each band member had someone they know die. They also started experimenting with drugs and alcohol. When I listen, I want to experiment too, or just spin around and around, losing myself in misery!

The second vid is an official one for my favorite fast Cure song Hot Hot Hot. When I listen to this song, I must get up and dance. Now, go ahead and wallow in misery then get over it, and dance.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Birthday Bitching

It's my birthday today. 42. I don't really care about the number, but I do care about how I feel at 42. Lately, not so good. Tired, forgetful, deaf, fat. I've been working with my doctor to try and figure out WTF is wrong with me, if anything. I had some blood work to check my thyroid etc. and the only thing that came out abnormal was my cholesterol. High of course. So that ruled out Hypothyroidism, damn it. My numbers were closer to HypERthyroidism, which should mean I would be thin and overly energetic, damn it.

I'm going to have a sleep study done to find out if I have apnea or Restless Leg Syndrome or any other thing keeping me awake at night. Even if I get enough hours of sleep, I wake up several times during the night and wake up tired and "foggy". The most bothersome symptoms are the fatigue and what I call "Brain Fog". These could be from lack of sleep or side-effects of Peri-Menopause-which I do know I've started. Damn it.

I have gained a lot of weight over the last 10 years. I really want to exercise and eat better but I am just too tired to care enough. I've started increasing my vitamin intake but that doesn't seem to help. The other day I tried taking a caffeine pill and guess what? Still tired. Damn it.

Maybe I just need a really long nap, like until Spring.

Me, 40 years ago, still the same attitude as today...

20 Years ago, looking skinny in horizontal stripes...
Another of me 2o years ago, because 22 was good year for me...(Hus hates this photo of me;The big hair scares him!)

And me today...

The side effects of peri-menopause suck. Weight gain, unwanted facial hair, irritability have lead me to a life of crime...Do you think I'll be able to take a nap in prison?

Happy Fucking Birthday to Me!

Friday, February 12, 2010

#10 Certified Balloon Specialist

I had 80 hours of training to become a Certified Balloon Specialist. It seriously started out as fun as it sounds. A small group of young people, myself 18 or so, in a classroom type situation, learning everything there was to know about balloons. From the different types of balloons to the various balloon bouquets that can be made, we learned it all. At the end of the two weeks we had to re-demonstrate to the owners that we could make a decent bouquet and various other balloon designs, like how to put several mini balloons inside a large clear one. For the life of me I can't recall how to do that.

After I became certified, I helped set up and then worked in a small corner booth in a large miscellaneous gift store Aahs! in West Hollywood. I worked all day selling balloon bouquets and individual balloons. I enjoyed the job, I mean what's not to like? I made pretty bouquets all day and sold them to lots of mostly boring people.

Of course being that I was in L.A. I did sell a few to famous people. A couple lovely soap opera actresses, whose names escape me, Phil Collins, well his wife, and Adam Ant to name a few.

An interesting side note: Back in the early '80's, before I moved to California, I went to an
Adam Ant concert with my high school friends Stefanie and M. We were actually there to see
The Romantics "you're one in a million, baby you're the one..."
As soon as Adam Ant started singing that changed for me. Believe it or not, and as ridiculously embarrassing as this is to admit, he rocked! A little secret about me, well not going to be a secret anymore, is that during that concert, I learned what general admission, concert induced, , anonymous, dry humping is.(well, I did look behind me to make sure he was cute!) What fun! I know, your thinking, wow, she was such a bad my husband doesn't read my blog...but he does know what the dry hump phenomena is... actually has done it or heard of it... there are no secrets at our house! Heh heh. In the end I think Stef and M "saved me" from spending too much time with this stranger and from taking off my clothes in public. Always looking out for me they were.

Back to the job. I worked selling balloons for a couple months before I got fired. There were a few reasons my employer could have picked to fire me. One, I was using the merchandise on my break. I enjoyed writing short poems or letters, inserting them into a helium filled latex balloon and sending them off to some unknown destination (soul mate), hopefully not the ocean where a dolphin might choke on it, on my lunch break.

I was rude occasionally to customers. I still didn't have any patience yet.

I did something behind the counter that I wasn't supposed to. It was something that involved a rolled up dollar bill and a mirror.(Might explain some of my irritability and impatience.)

What ended up being the actual reason I was fired, was because I was almost always late to work.I didn't have a car and could not always catch the bus on time.

I'm still more of a late person than an on time person and I'm almost never early.

I was told once by a shrink...

On Time=Obsessive

What's your diagnosis?

Monday, February 08, 2010


Normally I find these talking baby commercials creepy, but I laughed out loud at the ending of this one.
During the SB Hus would yell out "COMMERCIAL!" every time the commercials started throughout the game. He's so sweet. He knew he was the only one here actually watching the game and he didn't want us to miss any ads.