Weird Al

I'll start by saying I love Weird Al.  I have loved and respected him since I was a little girl. I personally think he is not only talented, but brilliant. He is a singer-songwriter, actor, music producer, comedian, writer, parodist, and a phenomenal accordionist. He has written over 150 parody and original songs, and first song aired in 1976. He has directed music videos for Ben Folds and Black Crows.  He was Valedictorian of his senior class and started playing the accordian the day before his sixth birthday. In 2001 he got married and has a little girl. He has won 3 grammy awards, has 4 gold records, and 6 platinum records. As a courtesy, although there is no law saying he must, he requests permission from the artist when he wants to do a parody. He has been refused permission by many artists, including Prince, Jimmy Page, and Paul McCartney.
I have said many times, that I think he would make the perfect husband. Based on the fact that he knows the importance of keeping things funny and light. I would love to know him personally. He must be really fun to hang out with. Besides all of that, it takes someone really smart to do what he does. Smart is a very attractive trait as far as I'm concerned, and often can over shadow appearance. I really think someone needs to give him a star on Hollywood Blvd and induct him into the Hall of Fame. Certainly, Al does for a living what makes him happy. Shouldn't we all be that lucky. So, give him a chance, if you haven't already. I promise you will be just as amazed as I am. Listen to him in your car. The other drivers will think your crazy, and you'll arrive to your destination with a big smile on your face. Listen to the Alternative Polka, Perform this way, or a gem like Amish Paradise and see if you can keep from smiling....I dare ya!

Three cats, one dog, and a crab.

My home is a zoo. Not just because of how disorganized I am, but because of all the furry friends that share it with me. The cats, Hazel, Auggie, and Figgy are not much of an issue at this time. Although, Hazel who is the eldest, at 15 years old, has been known in recent years to poop in our laundry and pee on our new Ikea couch. Auggie, 14, has the breath of a rotting corpse and sleeps with me on my pillow every night. We have our little routine, him and I, and I miss him when I'm away. Figgy, 3, is the comedian and loves to snuggle. He is a very sweet and loving cat.
This leads me to Oscar. The dog. The jerk. The sweet-faced jerk. Oscar Meyer Weiner is a long haired mini doxie. Now I know what all the rumors say! Small dogs are infamous for being stubborn and hard to train. But my darling husband grew up in a house where there was always a wiener dog, so I new that was my only choice of breed for our little family. Turns outs, the dog and Chris share the same birthday, so it really was meant to be. That being said, we've had him almost a year, and he is still not potty trained! Where did I go wrong?? We signed him up for a six week training class at Petsmart where he successfully learned sit, stay, leave it, drop it, and take it. This smart little dog can learn all those things, yet still shit on my floor? Unbelievable! So 5am rolls around and the yappin and yippin and bell ringin begins. I drag my lifeless, groggy, body up out of bed, whilst grumbling like Fred Flinstone under my breath, and make my way down the steps and through the dark living room. I get to the kitchen only to find Oscar sitting there, proud and excited, and behind him a puddle and poo! It's like he's saying "look ma, I did it, I did it"! This is ass backwards. You ring the bell BEFORE you go, you big jerk!! And to top it all off, he works that bell like a prostitute working Hollywood blvd! Except the prostitute is a sure thing. He rings, I let him out, and he mocks me by playing instead of pooing.
So I think I need a new training plan. Plus, he's costing me a fortune in damages for things he has chewed. Doesn't he realize he cutting into my new bra fund? Despite all of that, I love him so much it's ridiculous. And he fits in perfectly with all of our disfunction.
The crab is cute. I like his big blue claw. The End

First blog entry!!

So, I decided, after my brave mother took the leap into blogging, that if she could do it, so could I. With many a thing to talk and or bitch about, this is bound to be really fun! I'm no writer. I can't even spell half the time. But I do love the art of writing, and maybe with a little practice, I'll get good at it. But if not, it will still be fun, and help to give my mind a little work out. I will be writing about everything and nothing. I will voice opinions, share my thoughts, and maybe even make you laugh...or cry. So follow me on this crazy journey, and lets see where it takes us...