Happy New Year everyone. I hope your weekend is blessed and filled with love and family and friends and overflowing with happiness. I am fully embracing this rare time at home with Isaac (an actual weekend! twice in a row!) and doing what we love to do. I wish you all nothing but the exact same. Whatever your perfect looks like. Here's to a beautiful 2011...
(the new year, death cab for cutie)
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Because I Feel The Need To Count SOMETHING Down
I've been in my head a little the past couple of days, trying to decide whether or not to do a year end countdown of some sort. I figured it should include music (since I know how much you all LOVE that aspect of the blog...Ha!), but figured it would begin with Neil Finn touching me and the religious experience that was and end with how I am currently obsessed with Mumford & Sons Little Lion Man and, well, eh. Been there, yada. But I felt the need to document the year somehow anyway. Books were out, I didn't read a lot this year (which is a post in and of itself) and politics...well. I love you all too much to do that to you. Best blog posts? Nope. Family moments? Well, back to Neil Finn. Again. So. Music it is. But, continuing on last year's theme, I give you my year end wrap on the things I just don't understand about 2010 music. And to prepare, I spent the morning watching VH1's Top 40 videos of 2010. I don't want anyone thinking I'm not sacrificing for my art...
Let's start here. Lady Antebellum. (First of all...what is UP with that name?) They apparently had a pretty popular song called Need You Now. The lyrics are (and I kid you not!) "It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now". Wow. Let me say that again. WOW. I'm convinced, should I not have a pretty strict religious moral compass that I may not be the, um, chastest of people (did I word that so no one had a heart attack?), but WOW. I just don't know where to start with this. Except way to whore yourself out in song, woman. I know that a lot of country music is based on being drunk and having sex, but this seems even more over the top. Maybe because they are trying to sing it in a love song-y way? I don't know. Call me old fashioned, but I like my innuendo a little more subtle. Or, still innuendo, I guess. Oh, wait. Hypocrite, thy name is Tawnya. Anyway, it's still incredibly...something. Let's go with horrid, shall we? And all listen to Depeche Mode's much *classier* version of the same theme...
Mark McGrath. Will he EVER change his hair? No? Probably not. However, I will admit to watching Don't Forget the Lyrics. A lot. What I don't get is how he can NOT sing along when the contestants have to sing Every Morning or Fly. Or why I had a sudden urge to download an unholy amount of SugarRay after a few viewings...
I went the ENTIRE year of never hearing a Katy Perry song. That has to count as major points somewhere, right? I noticed she had two entries in the countdown this morning. One was some song where she and a bunch of other people had fireworks exploding from their chests and the other was that (I'm assuming horrid since I've never heard more than a snippet) California Girls (yes, I know I spelled it, um, "incorrectly" but I refuse to stoop to her level...). In my search about California Girls, I see that a comedy troupe at BYU has spoofed it. Not very funny, but a little true and apparently caused a stir about the difference between BYU and Provo. I so want to blog about that, but I have people I love who went to BYU so I'll try to refrain. Anyway. Katy's version is awful. It's always good to have that one person just there, reminding me why I don't listen to Top 40. So, Katy, thanks for that.
Lady Gaga. I still just really don't understand. Anything, really, about her. I don't get it.
I watched American Idol. I liked Kris Allen. I didn't hate Adam Lambert (did I?), but I didn't love him. I thought he was trying too hard. Watching two of his videos this morning, my opinion stays the same. He's trying too hard. And, well, I have this thing for quiet songwriters with a guitar. Ok, that's not even all the way true, considering I also have a thing for guys in eyeliner. So what IS my problem with Lambert? Something to ponder...
Remember when this was on So You Think You Can Dance this summer?
No? Huh. Anyway. She apparently didn't even have an album out at the time. She has one (out? coming out?) NOW, but only after it was used on SYTYCD and, apparently, exploded with downloads and whatnots. Interesting, no? That's all...
We also had an entire category of people I will just NEVER get as long as I live. A lot of fast forwarding happened. In that group: Kesha (dude. drop the $ in your name. And take a shower!), Michael Buble. I loved the interview I watched of him where he was CLEARLY drunk. In the morning. With tons of old women screaming over him. I chuckled. Kid Rock. Who knew he still "sang"? Taylor Swift.
And then there was the award for "I CLEARLY just love Hayley Williams voice" because I didn't even fast forward over this. Well, much, anyway...
So. There you have it. A whole lot of music you won't usually see here. Except the Sugar Ray. That you may see. I do love Sugar Ray. And a lot of crappy 90s rock. (Speaking of. Did you know Kevin from Better Than Ezra wrote a Sugarland song? I'm still trying to sort that one out in my mind.) Sigh...we can't all be perfect all of the time, ok? Yes. Sugar Ray. Leave me alone. (Ha! I kid...there is a SLIGHT possibility I may need a little socialization. Soon.)
(sugar ray, fly)
Let's start here. Lady Antebellum. (First of all...what is UP with that name?) They apparently had a pretty popular song called Need You Now. The lyrics are (and I kid you not!) "It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now". Wow. Let me say that again. WOW. I'm convinced, should I not have a pretty strict religious moral compass that I may not be the, um, chastest of people (did I word that so no one had a heart attack?), but WOW. I just don't know where to start with this. Except way to whore yourself out in song, woman. I know that a lot of country music is based on being drunk and having sex, but this seems even more over the top. Maybe because they are trying to sing it in a love song-y way? I don't know. Call me old fashioned, but I like my innuendo a little more subtle. Or, still innuendo, I guess. Oh, wait. Hypocrite, thy name is Tawnya. Anyway, it's still incredibly...something. Let's go with horrid, shall we? And all listen to Depeche Mode's much *classier* version of the same theme...
Mark McGrath. Will he EVER change his hair? No? Probably not. However, I will admit to watching Don't Forget the Lyrics. A lot. What I don't get is how he can NOT sing along when the contestants have to sing Every Morning or Fly. Or why I had a sudden urge to download an unholy amount of SugarRay after a few viewings...
I went the ENTIRE year of never hearing a Katy Perry song. That has to count as major points somewhere, right? I noticed she had two entries in the countdown this morning. One was some song where she and a bunch of other people had fireworks exploding from their chests and the other was that (I'm assuming horrid since I've never heard more than a snippet) California Girls (yes, I know I spelled it, um, "incorrectly" but I refuse to stoop to her level...). In my search about California Girls, I see that a comedy troupe at BYU has spoofed it. Not very funny, but a little true and apparently caused a stir about the difference between BYU and Provo. I so want to blog about that, but I have people I love who went to BYU so I'll try to refrain. Anyway. Katy's version is awful. It's always good to have that one person just there, reminding me why I don't listen to Top 40. So, Katy, thanks for that.
Lady Gaga. I still just really don't understand. Anything, really, about her. I don't get it.
I watched American Idol. I liked Kris Allen. I didn't hate Adam Lambert (did I?), but I didn't love him. I thought he was trying too hard. Watching two of his videos this morning, my opinion stays the same. He's trying too hard. And, well, I have this thing for quiet songwriters with a guitar. Ok, that's not even all the way true, considering I also have a thing for guys in eyeliner. So what IS my problem with Lambert? Something to ponder...
Remember when this was on So You Think You Can Dance this summer?
No? Huh. Anyway. She apparently didn't even have an album out at the time. She has one (out? coming out?) NOW, but only after it was used on SYTYCD and, apparently, exploded with downloads and whatnots. Interesting, no? That's all...
We also had an entire category of people I will just NEVER get as long as I live. A lot of fast forwarding happened. In that group: Kesha (dude. drop the $ in your name. And take a shower!), Michael Buble. I loved the interview I watched of him where he was CLEARLY drunk. In the morning. With tons of old women screaming over him. I chuckled. Kid Rock. Who knew he still "sang"? Taylor Swift.
And then there was the award for "I CLEARLY just love Hayley Williams voice" because I didn't even fast forward over this. Well, much, anyway...
So. There you have it. A whole lot of music you won't usually see here. Except the Sugar Ray. That you may see. I do love Sugar Ray. And a lot of crappy 90s rock. (Speaking of. Did you know Kevin from Better Than Ezra wrote a Sugarland song? I'm still trying to sort that one out in my mind.) Sigh...we can't all be perfect all of the time, ok? Yes. Sugar Ray. Leave me alone. (Ha! I kid...there is a SLIGHT possibility I may need a little socialization. Soon.)
(sugar ray, fly)
same, same!
end of year
Monday, December 27, 2010
Christmas Was Perfect
Christmas Eve started with a little road trip. One of my best friends was flying in to spend the weekend with her family. We decided to go pick her up and steal her for an hour before delivering her to her mom's. Perfect plan. Her flight was on time, picked her up at the curb and headed to a restaurant I'd been wanting to try for a while. Bruges Waffles and Frites. Did. NOT. Disappoint. It was so good. Everything we got was so good. I'm already trying to decided when brunch in Salt Lake will again be needed...After, we headed to a mall, which was lovely. Since none of us were shopping, we just wandered for a little bit talking before she needed to go. Even though it was just for a few minutes, it was so worth the drive.
I've decided that 4 is the perfect age for Christmas. And much more fun to be the parent of the 4 year old than the 4 year old himself...
Christmas Eve brought our Christmas Eve game (Traffic Jam), delivered by an elf while we were out. I think this is the hit of the season, actually.
Sammy took to it easily and has most of the easy levels figured out and solved and is making headway with the more difficult ones. I know I shouldn't be surprised, with his head made for puzzles, but still.
We only had two episodes of "is it morning yet" on Christmas Eve, before he settled down and went to bed. And we managed to stay in bed until 6 am on Christmas morning (so, normal!), which was good.
We had him wait on the stairs until we could get up and dressed and gather cameras. It was almost more than he could bear.
And, well. I think this sums up the rest of the morning quite nicely, don't you?
He was honestly thrilled with every little thing he got. THRILLED.
I was thrilled that we did an entirely battery-free Christmas (minus the remote batteries for Isaac's new tv, but I was mostly aiming for Sammy, anyway...). The hot gift for the year, though? These. They have not left his side, yet, and he is playing with them even as I type this morning. They went to Aunt Sharon's, to show them and to Grandma's yesterday, to show her. BIG hit. And I love them. They come all completely apart (wheels, body and all) and are interchangeable and stackable. Perfect.
The one truly odd thing is that we had ZERO snow. Kids were out trying new skateboards behind our house and I made no hot chocolate, which is definitely not the norm. We did hit snow yesterday, about 10 minutes outside of my in-laws (where it went from nothing to HOLY CRAP! in about 2 minutes). We had a crazy interaction with some, well, crazy people out in the blizzard and spent the afternoon eating (best gravy!) and talking and waiting for the snow to slow to go home. All in all, a mostly perfect weekend.
Especially since I found this for Isaac. Hee!
And now, Christmas is all put away (yay!) and I'll spend the day cleaning the house for a relaxing week, doing all those 'year end' things that all need done. Perfect.
(it's over, lisa loeb)
I've decided that 4 is the perfect age for Christmas. And much more fun to be the parent of the 4 year old than the 4 year old himself...
Christmas Eve brought our Christmas Eve game (Traffic Jam), delivered by an elf while we were out. I think this is the hit of the season, actually.
Sammy took to it easily and has most of the easy levels figured out and solved and is making headway with the more difficult ones. I know I shouldn't be surprised, with his head made for puzzles, but still.
We only had two episodes of "is it morning yet" on Christmas Eve, before he settled down and went to bed. And we managed to stay in bed until 6 am on Christmas morning (so, normal!), which was good.
We had him wait on the stairs until we could get up and dressed and gather cameras. It was almost more than he could bear.
And, well. I think this sums up the rest of the morning quite nicely, don't you?
He was honestly thrilled with every little thing he got. THRILLED.
I was thrilled that we did an entirely battery-free Christmas (minus the remote batteries for Isaac's new tv, but I was mostly aiming for Sammy, anyway...). The hot gift for the year, though? These. They have not left his side, yet, and he is playing with them even as I type this morning. They went to Aunt Sharon's, to show them and to Grandma's yesterday, to show her. BIG hit. And I love them. They come all completely apart (wheels, body and all) and are interchangeable and stackable. Perfect.
The one truly odd thing is that we had ZERO snow. Kids were out trying new skateboards behind our house and I made no hot chocolate, which is definitely not the norm. We did hit snow yesterday, about 10 minutes outside of my in-laws (where it went from nothing to HOLY CRAP! in about 2 minutes). We had a crazy interaction with some, well, crazy people out in the blizzard and spent the afternoon eating (best gravy!) and talking and waiting for the snow to slow to go home. All in all, a mostly perfect weekend.
Especially since I found this for Isaac. Hee!
And now, Christmas is all put away (yay!) and I'll spend the day cleaning the house for a relaxing week, doing all those 'year end' things that all need done. Perfect.
(it's over, lisa loeb)
same, same!
holidays
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)