Part 2...

Alright, so here is the second part to my other project. I got initiated into the next gig. I had to panhandle on the side of a freeway exit...the twist was that I had to play poor little rich girl. With the help of Tadd (My Farnsworth Bentley) we hit that corner aaaaaaaand... we didn't really make a lot of money. People laughed, and the response was great, but people were NOT tossing their cheddar at me. My hats off to the people that really do this. It was hot, and it was hard keeping a straight face. We had a lot of fun.

Thursday nights at 8pm (starting this Thursday) I will be on 107.9 FM with Wes and Yella. Talking about random stuff, funny stuff, crazy stuff. I got 2 radio gigs in the last month. This is really a fun time for me, and I have to thank my blog for all these opportunities. I'm very blessed and I feel very lucky. This is so what I was meant to do. I am doing the things I love. I'm also super busy, which is real nice for me. Focused, man!

Stay tuned. I will post links to where you can listen and I might even be able to post the live cam from the station during our show.

Good Times!

Spee.

I woke this morning thinking about Spencer. I laid in bed and giggled remembering his laugh. The realization that he is gone still manages to hit me in the stomach like a high-speed train. I also laid in bed and cried this morning.

The story that made me giggle this morning, was remembering all the times that Spencer would be waiting for me at the JFK airport. There was never picking me up at the curb. Spencer would be waiting for me at baggage claim, excited, and he would be there with a cup of coffee and a huge loving huge waiting for me. But, there was one time, when he forgot to set his alarm, and I had to wait 40 minutes and I was pissed. And he still parked his car and came inside, with my coffee in his hand and immensely apologizing and I was such a brat. How could I have been mad after all that he had done for me? How dare be such a little bitch. He was so good to me.

The part that was funny, was that he was wearing a SpongeBob Square Pants T-Shirt, and here I was trying to be mad at him and every time I would look at him I would have to turn away and hold back from laughing. He later admitted that he knew he could get out of the doghouse if he showed up in that shirt. He was right. He effortlessly made me genuinely laugh.

My pouting quickly turned to giggles as soon as we resumed back to our normal activities of hitting our favorite diner and catching up, seeing how our relationship was long distance. Spencer was nothing but good to me. We had our silly fights that all relationships have, but I can honestly say that Spencer was happy if I was happy. He was such a caretaker. He took really good care of me. He was truly good to me. I know he loved me. I will always love him.

Spencer has been gone for 3 years, and I still sometimes go to pick up my phone to text him something silly that happened. I don't think I will ever get over the fact that I won't see him again. But I still get overwhelmed with happiness thinking how lucky I was to have known him, and how he still manages to make me giggle when I wake up.

I miss him.

Ready Or Not....

My first radio is on air tonight at 1am (Utah time, is that mountain time? Meh?) 

I know it's past everyones bed time...but if you're up...

CLICK HERE 

You can stream it live by clicking the "Listen" link.

EEEEK, wish me luck!

Guess What...

I started my training with KRCL this weekend. I guess I've failed to blog about the great things that have come my way because of this very blog. That, being 2 radio gigs. One of them happens to be on my favorite radio station, that I have mentioned on this very blog.  This station is independent, so it allows the radio personalities/DJ's to play music that is not mainstream or commercial  Artist that are underrepresented in mainstream media. In other words, AMAZING radio.

Jamie. Ebay. Brad.

I'm so proud that I've been given the opportunity to be amongst these musically advanced people, that I am truly a fan of. It's like attending Juilliard, and being taught the best, by the best.

Ebay- I enjoy his music in the mornings. He is by far one of the nicest guy on the planet, and not to mention that he is training me through this whole thing. How lucky am I?

Brad- The soul man, and the one I have to thank for recommending me. Brad is legit. Thanks Brad.

Emily- I have bonded not only over music with her but she is always so kind enough to leave me comments on on this very blog, and I just adore her.

I will keep you all update as to when you can listen to me on the air. I know that I will have odd hours at times when most of you will me in dreamland. I have to get some experience and stuff. I couldn't think of a better gig than to play music, which is no secret, is one of my passions, and to get to do on the station that I'm so passionate about, is a dream. I'm beyond excited, guys!

*And the other gig, I will post when the promo is ready.

TRY THIS.....

Let me start off by saying my TWITTER is back. Apparently if you beg and send a sad face to Twitter support, they end up having a heart. I'm really so happy I was able to get it back. I was sick about my irrational decision to delete it....

Anyways, I came across this Tweet and laughed pretty hard. So, I decided to try it. Seeing how I saw this right after I got a little Coffee and Bagels delivered to me by a "him" and he had just left my house.

HAHAHAHA!!!

*Let's not act like we don't all hold them in and release them like it's nobodies business when we finally get a moment alone. If he would of sent me that text, he would of been right and I would of been amazed.

Phantogram

Guess who I get to see in concert tonight?

That's right!

Phantogram

Whoot Whoot!!

Guuuuaaaaah!

Yesterday...

These are some little teasers from our film we shot yesterday. If you weren't cued in on the hilarious plot, the pictures could indicate a devil's threesome. Wouldn't it? I put the compromising pictures to rest by reassuring all of you that it's not that. What it IS..is some really funny silly stuff that I can't wait to share. Brad and Tadd are natural born comics.

Yesterday was one of the funnest days I have had in a long time. I laughed all day.  It was just what I needed. I had forgotten how much I love doing this. It's one of those things I have talked about on here before, why do we stop doing the things we love? Well, I'm done not being true to myself, on EVERY level. Doing the things that make us happy and being true to ourself's, will always do the trick. I'm at my best when I stick to that.  I have a lot of fun little projects on the way. I'm looking forward to the splendid things to come.

I think about that day. You were wearing a white dress. You were dancing with the sun. laughing with the flowers. Flirting with the tress. I had never seen you so happy. I watched you. I watched you, and I thought, 'she's so beautiful.' I wondered if you knew. And I wondered how many people in the world go throughout their life's never knowing how beautiful they are.

*A little piece from the story I'm writing. 

M83 -Midnight City

I love M83. This is the first track of their forthcoming album "Hurry Up, We're Dreaming", which by the way is a double album (music to my ears.) "Midnight City" is such a great song. It's been on repeat here. You'll be able to download the whole album on October 18th. French musician Anthony Gonzalez nails it every time. I would have to say that "Saturdays = Youth" (2008) is one of my favorite albums.

Get into it this weekend, I say!

Sleep Don't Come Easy..

Yup, I'm one of those. One of those many people out there... that sometimes can't sleep. Oh, how I miss the easy days of slumber. Oh yes, when the Sandman would come on a regular bases and all was well in dream land. I'm not sure when my life allowed the evil insomniac to show his mean face around here. Somewhere around adulthood and stress-ville. But I will tell you what, he is a relentless little fucker.

I thought of all the ways I could make myself become my own Sandman. Take the man by his sandy balls. Seeing how these days the Sands pays a visit as often as my Father did after the divorce.

That mean old Sands.

So, I thought a glass of warm milk. Sounds great... but I don't drink milk. Makes me (come closer)... gaaaaassy. Then I'm just awake AND loud.

So, I tried counting sheep but remember that the whole BAAAAAHHHH thing would keep me awake AND counting.

So, I tried night night juice (Vodka) but then I'm just awake AND drunk AND sometimes.. crying.

I don't want to talk about it.

So, I've even tried twiddling the bean, you know? Playing DJ. Checking for squirrels. Coaxing the genie out of the magic lamp. Doing the sweet slide. Hand tossing. Slicing pie. Strumming the banjo. Doing the two-fingered tango. Turning Japanese. Diddle whacking. Driving Miss Daisy. Honking the bobo. Making soup for one. Punching the possum. Ticklewigglejiggle. Wank-o-rama. Engaging in safe sex. You know what I'm saying? Then I can't decided what to call it, so I'm awake AND indecisive.

AAAAGH!!!

But it never dawned on me to watch this....

I'm Getting Very..... Very....Very...

Sleep..Sleee.....

Sleeeeeepyyyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!

Paul Newman

If somebody were to ask me what my ideal man would be like, I would say Paul Newman. He just oozed sex appeal, confidence, charm, character. A real class act. He was the essential man's man. He could change a tire, get his hands dirty, and still clean up well enough to slow dance with you in the middle of anywhere, for no reason at all, just because it was a good song to slow dance to. 

What a handsome devil old blue eyes was.  

A seriously beautiful man.

God bless him.

Makes me say My My My...

The world misses the REAL gentlemen.

It's officially an endangered species.

PRO!

MM: What is going on with you? It seems like this past year you've been dating Pro Bono.

Me: Ahhh-Ummm...

MM: Well, I'm sure it's been humbling.

Frida Kahlo

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you."

Gotye- Feat Kimbra

It doesn't get more beautiful than this. 

Beautiful collaboration. 

Beautiful song. 

Beautiful video.


Art imitating life for me.

You're Welcome.

Young Blood

We're only young and naive still

We require certain skills

The mood it changes like the wind

Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth

Trying to find the in-betweens

Fall back in love eventually

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!



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You asked....

Alright, Alright, enough blog post about the male gender. I've gotten some emails inquiring about beauty tips. Yeah, I realize I don't touch on this stuff, at all, do I? Jeeez. And I'm such a girly girl.

I got a comment yesterday, she remembered me mentioning back in the myspace days that I drink  a bottle of water in the morning. I feel kinda silly preaching on how to be healthy, when I feel that this summer I have been anything but. I do believe that a glass of water first thing in the morning is key. It wakes your body up. I also, whenever I have a cup of coffee or a latte, I always ask for an ice water along with it. I don't believe that coffee is bad, I grew up on it, but I do believe that it does dehydrate you. So for every coffee I have, I have twice as much water. Bottom line, you should be drinking water all day, and a glass before every meal. You'll eat less and... pee more. But you'll feel great.

Speaking of coffee. Damn, I love my coffee. In order for me to indulge in coffee treats (which is mostly loaded with sugar and calories) I now do this, I always get whatever I'm in the mood for, lately it's been the caramel macchiatos. I order it with skim milk, half of the pumps of the sugary stuff, and an extra shot. Sure, you'll look like one of those high maintenance coffee snobs BUT it's so worth it.

I can't tell you enough how important Omegas are. I can definitely tell a big difference when I'm not taking my vitamins. But omegas are key. It's brain food.

The rod results.

Someone inquired about my hair. I have a head full of extensions. Just in case anyone didn't know. I have at times breaded my hair into 2 braids and allow it to dry. After I take the braids out and use a rod (get your mind out of the gutter) It's a curling iron that you just wrap your hair around. It does take a minute to get used to. The key is to wrap your hair and curl it out of your face. Practice makes perfect, so don't get discouraged if your hair looks like crap the first time you attempt The ROD.

The waver results.

I just recently bought a waver. I have owned a couple of these since the 80's but I have failed to find one that doesn't make your hair look like the 80's. I found one the other day and I have been in love with it. It's the "Pro beauty tool" and you can get it at the grocery store. This is also another hair experiment that takes practice and you'll probably want to go through and curl a couple of pieces here and there. 

I can't touch on all my secrets in one post, but maybe now I'll start posting a weekly segment of products and little tricks I use. The getting ready process is very technical and a ritual that is no laughing matter...ish!

Until next time.

Back to you, Bob!

Renaissance Man.

"Barb, you need a Renaissance man. A man with a sword. Who will cut another man in half to defend his honer. A man with a sword. Not a boy with a glow stick."- Steve.

Vintage.