And shakin’ me up so/That all I really know/Is here you come again/And here I go

I am not going down without a fight!

That’s right! Blogging is back baby! We are in the final stretch. Televisions will be tuned in to the game and the White Sox scores. Eek! I love it!!!

Tonight’s game @6:05
There will be a brief period tonight where I will be flipping back to 90210 because…well, damn it…I love that show. (And so does a few of my blog readers…*cough*Eric*cough*)

You say Target Field, I say Targhetto Field
Target Field, Target Stadium, Targetville, Targetland. The stadium is named. I know some people aren’t very fond of The Target name (and logo) but I like it. I like the safety and security that my second home provides. Let’s see…what can’t Target provide for you? Although…I do foresee some terminology around Targhetto (as we fondly call the one on Hiawatha Ave.)

Last Home stand
Okay, who are all going to games during the last home stand? I will be at Saturday’s game (maybe with my 3 year old niece.) Otherwise I may check out the Thursday game.

Non-baseball but no less important

In which my office is totally The Office
So, we have this big United Way fundraising week coming up in October. I was passive-aggressively roped into leading the Bake Sale. (Me thinks they know of my love for baked goods.) Anyway, I had to assemble a crack-pot team to lead this event. Here is my communication to them:

To: Team Bake Sale
Okay, I am not one for inspirational speeches (that don’t involve swear words) so don’t expect any halftime in a locker room at the Super Bowl moments here. I just want to say that I expect a lot out of you guys and I don’t want to be disappointed. I want to make sure you are aware of the pressure. You see, we need to be the best damn Event Team in the 2008 Land O’Cubicles United Way Campaign. I don’t want a shitty silver medal hanging around my neck, do you? It is Gold or Go Home.

This year’s theme is “Express Your Heart.” Now, I understand that this Hallmark theme doesn’t give us much to work with but I know I have assembled the “A” team that can make it happen. Let’s choose to give from our mother-fucking bleeding hearts!!!

Who’s with me?
Jen
Disclaimer: This is all one big joke email; I am no way reflecting negative impacts or forced participation in a corporate sponsored event. Don’t tase me bro.

If you allow me a moment to fangirl
Some of you may know that I “heart” David Cook (winner of American Idol.) Right? Right. So I was shopping online the other night (which is my favorite thing to do after a happy hour celebration) and saw this on the Skechers site.

I almost spewed Diet Dr. Pepper all over my laptop.

Celebrity Sighting
I am like your one-stop shop for random celebrity sightings. Last week I was merrily skipping to my bus stop after participating in a Happy Hour Extravaganza when I saw a gaggle (yes, gaggle) of sketchy/skanky gals standing on the corner. Of course, my first thought was “Wait, those can’t be hookers in downtown Minneapolis…The RNC is over.” Then I got closer and overheard someone say “I love you Ice Cube!” I know who Ice Cube is! I walked over and joined the mass of sparkly, Love’s Baby Soft scented, giant hoop earring wearing ladies and waved. Yep, me and Ice Cube…we’re tight like that. (In case you aren’t sure who Ice Cube is you can check him out on IMDB.)

MOD
FINALLY! I have finally finished the video montage from my roadtrip to Kansas City, MO. Music by Dolly Parton (Here you go again) and Waylon Jennings (Dukes of Hazard theme).

Kansas City or Bust!

Non-Baseball Entry: In which I share my experience at my first American Idol concert

Okay, be warned. This is definitely NOT baseball related but I find sharing my Idol-pain a form of therapy…Oh, and it is amusing.

12 hours of Idol
Okay, this review will seem as long as my 12 Hours of Idol from the concert on 8/31. On Sunday I earned The Coolest Person award (and a special place in heaven.) I volunteered to take a co-worker’s 11-year old daughter (referred to as The Kid) to the American Idol concert in Minneapolis, MN. She was going to be my Beard (my cover-up for going to the concert.) As a first time Idol watcher (and newly reformed former mocker) I had a few rules in my head:
· Not to embarrass The Kid
· Not to fangirl too hard in front of The Kid.
· Not to say anything that could be passed along to The Kid’s dad and later used to embarrass me at work.

Pre-Concert – Meeting the buses
The Kid and I headed to the Target Center and braved the craziness to meet the Idol buses and get autographs. We stood in line with some people that were crazy-in-a-good way and crazy-in-a-“stand back a few extra feet” way. Here’s who we saw:
David Cook- he came out first and fast. I wasn’t prepared. I thought I would get a Brooke White or Kristy Lee Cook warm-up but it was straight to the main event (in my book.) He is The Kid’s favorite Idol Guy so I tried to remain impassive (meaning: not shove her aside.) I gave him something to sign, said thank you, shook his hand and then asked if he would take a picture with The Kid. Nothing earth-shattering, world-turning happened but I enjoyed being close to him for a moment. For some reason I found myself taking so many photos of him just walking through the line. I must have had Happy Shutter Finger Syndrome because I couldn’t stop.
Kristy Lee Cook – We got her autograph and again I used my Minnesota-nice and asked for a picture of her with The Kid. I don’t think she said anything but I could have still been blanking from my DC high.
Jason Castro – The screams! I couldn’t believe the screams. Like flocks of seagulls descending upon the characters of Hitchcock’s movie “The Birds.” He slowly made his way through line until he happened on our corner of the world. After he took a photo with The Kid she whispered to me (since he was still standing right there) why his clothes didn’t match. Yup, those guffaws you heard from Minneapolis were mine. He was wearing his cut-off Manpris, a blue and white striped shirt and a red flannel.
David Archuleta – Or most appropriately summed with “Oh My God It Is David Archuleta!” Yup, I was surrounded by Archie’s Angels (save me!) Okay, you are only going to hear this from me this one time…Dude. Was. Amazing. He was so sweet and took his time with everyone. He really connected with fans, chatted with them, asked how people were doing and made eye contact. After meeting five idols he had to be the most personable one (I will probably get struck by lightening for saying that about anyone besides David Cook – who is my favorite.) When he got to The Kid he signed her paper and asked if she wanted a picture. Then he asked if she was having fun. The Kid, bless her little heart isn’t the biggest Archuleta fan but I think she got caught up in the same phenomenon I did, giggled. He came back after a few moments and checked on her again and made sure she had a good photo and such. As my Grams would say, he’s a nice boy.
Brooke White – Her fanclub people were hovering around the outside of the barriers and I was too distracted to really pay attention. At one point The Kid ran over to where Brooke was standing and I lost sight of her. Damn it, I already failed at being a Responsible Adult. I jumped up and down until I saw The Kid’s shiny blonde hair. I barreled through to take a photo of her and Brooke together (evidently they were waiting on me.)
Right at the end Chikezie, Michael Johns and Carly ran through. They didn’t have time for photos with people but it was still nice to see them.

Concert time – Bring on the Poptarts
I am not afraid of clowns, sock puppets, spiders, snakes but I do have a few irrational fears: deer, dolphins, suburbs. Now I can add one more item to my “Things I Fear List” – Giant Poptarts! Sweet Mother of All That’s Holy! Who let them in? Since I had The Kid with me I tried my damndest not to scream in fear like a…well, 11-year old girl, and remain cool in the presence of all that flammable poly-blend material. There was one moment where I stood there thinking of how funny it would be if someone would fly out of left field and tackle one of the Poptarts. “Poptart down! We have a Poptart down! Send aid, stat!” My brain did wander and I felt some sympathy for those inside the costume, wondering what their role on the tour is. Do they hang with the idols? Do they go drinking? Do they have any Poptart Groupies?
Now the good stuff:
Chikezie – I admit I made a poster for Chikezie. I even held it up between his songs (with slight trepidation but figured I could pass it to The Kid if someone looked at me weird). At one point he saw my sign and pointed it out. What can I say…I fangirled over that. I even sent a text message to a friend who was somewhere else in the Target Center (OMG! Chikezie was totally talking about MY poster.) I am sure that text message will come back to haunt me.
Ramiele – Like everyone says, she is tiny, adorable and sparkly.
Michael Johns – I made a vow not to say anything like “He’s so hot” in front of The Kid so I just internalized my fangirling. The Kid humored me and said that he was cute for an old guy. What the…old? He is my age! I didn’t point that out because I didn’t want to be old.
Kristy Lee Cook – Okay, I admit that I went into her set with an ulterior motive. I would listen to a bit of her first song and then head to the Idol Shop to buy overpriced crap.
Idol Paraphernalia – I did a bad thing, a very sad thing that will lead to mockery by my circle of friends. I bought a David Cook t-shirt. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even think about it. I just remember standing at the counter asking for “one children’s Idol Tour t-shirt and one David Cook t-shirt.” I swear, I didn’t plan that, I don’t even know where the words came from…I just handed over my card and walked away with a David Cook t-shirt. I couldn’t even look at it the next morning morning. It was still in the plastic red bag.
Carly – As soon as she started singing I remembered why she is my favorite female Idol. Her costume, her stage-presence, her voice. I danced and The Kid stood next to me confused. *Sigh* Youth.
Brooke White – Earlier at the bus meeting thing I met members and employees of her fan club. They are gentle, peace loving, hippies that handed out yellow glowing bracelets. I saw them on Stage Left (my left) and spent most of Brooke’s set watching them watching her. Weird, I know. I really loved the cover of Feist (and found myself geeking out and snapping along – basically the only one in my section.)
Group Song – U2 In the Name of Love. Yep, I danced along with this very important and somber special message. I can’t NOT dance to U2.
Jason Castro – Insert ear-splitting squeals (none of which were coming from me…well, maybe one Woot! slipped out.) The boy has got to be the most loveable thing. He rivals David Archuleta for the “Fraggle Rock Cuteness Award.” He is sweet, silly, a great singer and well…adorable. I am sure he really appreciates being called adorable at age 21.
Syesha – This was The Kid’s moment! She proudly held up her lime green “We Heart Syesha” poster. Success! At one point during her set Syesha pointed out two posters and one of them was The Kid’s. I may have taken a step away from The Kid when Syesha read the poster out loud.
David Archuleta – And…I am old. The girls behind us were screaming and jumping and squealing that high-pitch scream that only small dogs and long-suffering adults can hear. First things first (before I get to my mocking) he sounded great. Otherwise I was distracted by his coughing (poor thing), the fact he sang doubled-over, and the Aw Shucks factor. Oh, and yes he did giggle.
David Cook – I warned The Kid that I could not be held responsible for my actions during David Cook. I did yell (but not squeal.) I did dance and wave my arms (but did not wave to him.) I did sing along (but did not shout “I LOVE YOU DAVID!”) I did basically forget The Kid existed (but did not shove her aside to get closer.) Overall, I was successful in not embarrassing myself or those around me.

After-concert pain in the…
The Kid really wanted to get Syesha’s autograph (and who was I to stomp on a little girl’s dream) so we went outside and lined up for another round of autographs. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the sugar, maybe it was the cranky adults but it was freaking INSANE. The Kid was shoved up front against a barrier and I would ever-so-often lean over to make sure she was still alive. (Yep, stellar babysitting skills.) After waiting for an hour and a half we only saw Kristy Lee Cook, Brooke White, Jason Castro and yes…David Archuleta.

PHOTOS:

Um, yeah...so he was RIGHT there

Archuleta talking to The Kid.

Jason Castro

Syesha

Carly

THE MAN!

I bet you’re in a bar/Listening to a country song/Glass of Johnny Walker Red

Whoa, over a week of no-blogging? Totally unforgivable.

Here the newest list of excuses:
* Premier of new 90210 took half of my brain-cells.
* The RNC took over my city and my brain
* I barely survived an American Idol concert (fondly called 12 Hours of Idol)
* I am just bummed out about the Twins. Disheartened, if you will.
* It’s not just me, all the blogosphere seems disenchanted. (I am loving the “dis-“ words today.)

First home-stand in a gajillion years (vs. Detroit)
Friday, 9/5 – W 10-2 (grand slam!)
Saturday, 9/6 – L 4-6 (and a sucky loss at that)
Sunday, 9/7 – L 5-7 (bitter)

Random photo


Non-baseball but still sports related
Are you ready for some football?What football means to me: Tailgating. Yep, that’s it. I go for pre-game festivities and then I get on the train to head home for a nap once the game has started. Tailgating, that is nature at it’s finest. You take one paved parking lot, hundreds of grills, coolers, radios, footballs and drunk fans. On top of that throw in a little smack talk, comfy fleece sweaters, beer, coffee with Bailey’s/Kailua/whiskey and all is right in the world. Man, I love football.

Today starts the Minnesota Vikings 2008 season. Tonight the Vikings play at the Green Bay Packers. Of course, working for a Giant Corporation they have thrown us a bone and declared today Hawaiian Shirt Day Football Jersey Day. The Land O’Cubicles is peppered with Purple & Gold and Green & Gold. There is a huge rivalry on the floor between the Vikes and the Packs. I am hoping for a reenactment of the opening number from West Side Story (a la Sharks & Jets.) Keep your fingers crossed for snapping, twirling and jazz hands.

Non-baseball but no less important
Overheard whilst watching the MTV Music Video Awards with Lucy (age 3)
In regards to watching the Jonas Brothers perform on VMAs
Lucy: He’s just like me!
Jen (shocked): What? How is he like you?
Lucy: He has eyes
Jen: Oh, okay.Lucy: He has curly hair like me.

RIP Rossi’s, RIP
There is a tragedy at the bar. My home-away-from-home for my Monday Night Happy Hour, Rossi’s, is closing its doors.
I will miss:
* Walking down the steps and hearing my name yelled out a la “Norm” from Cheers.
* 2-3-1 (two for one) Riesling wines
* Cheap, tasty food
* Cute piano guy
* TVs that show baseball

WARNING
The next blog entry will definitely not be baseball related. I wrote what I think is a hilarious recap of my adventures at the American Idol concert. I am going to post it for your amusement, enjoyment and mocking-fodder. So…you have been warned.

Funny Photos

Lucy in her best Paris Hilton "no-photos-please" impersonation.

Lucy and I showing off our ink (er, glitter)

Bathroom wallart is funny.

RNC Drinking Game

With the Republican National Convention being in town last week (and fucking up my commute) I thought it would be fun to create a little drinking game during the speeches.
Instructions:
Do a shot every time they refer to McCain as a “Maverick.” – There is only one Maverick in my world and he hangs with Goose and Iceman. (And there is my Top Gun reference for the day.)

Music of the Day
A while back I posted a video from Thriving Ivory after catching them on VH1. Since then I have listened to their album and really enjoy it (shameless plug.) So, when perusing Youtube to find a video for today I found this one:

Last Call by Lee Ann Womack (featuring Thriving Ivory)

In summer/I’m just saying/But not a sound/De sha tian/Wo tsai suo suo, but tchu co

I am a bad, bad baseball blogger!
I can only offer my apologies along with excuses:
* The political conventions are sucking my time up
* My tattoo itches
* The late games make it hard for me to watch baseball
* I have been planning Eddie Guardado’s party
* It’s kind of depressing
* I got sucked into Yougotrickrolled.com. I can’t get “never gonna give you up, never gonna let you go” out of my head…Damn you Rick Astley!
* My cat ate my blog
* I miss Lambers salt ‘n pepper beard (not to be confused with Salt N Peppa)
* Facebook has been holding me hostage
* I just didn’t wanna

And last but not least…
* I need to make my posters for the American Idol concert on Sunday!

Hey, I am not the only one feeling the depression/sadness/frusteration here.

Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim series
8/21 – L 2-1
8/22 – W 9-0
8/23 – L 5-7
8/24 – L 3-5

Can’t believe we are losing to them series
8/25 – L 2-4
8/26 – L 2-3
8/27 – W 6-5

I was able to catch some of yesterday' game from a comfy barstool at 8th Street Grill (where we were celebrating E.V.’s birthday – Woot! Woot!) So hopefully I can cuss some sense into them.

Non-Baseball but no less important

Huh. So that’s how this week is going to be, huh.

The other night, due to unforeseen issues I feasted on Fruit Loops cereal and beer for dinner.

First, mock thyself and then mock others
Wanna bet?
I wore a stylish (yes, IT IS stylist) side ponytail yesterday. Do you wanna bet that some of my un-fashionable male-dofus in my office made an 80’s hairstyle comment? It is so tough to work with clueless males who think pleated khakis and tucked in polos make the world-go-round. I am not saying I am a fashion maven but I sure do watch The Hills and read Cosmo. So, to those dofus’ I say “Bring it on mother fuckers! Bring it on!”

Fashion Maven, I may not be
So, it is raining out this morning and I decided to wear a pair of uber-dorky socks with my foam shoes (Crocs.) The end result is pretty dorkilicious but at least my feet aren’t wet. So there.PHOTO

Fangirling Countdown
So, Sunday I will be at the American Idol concert. I know, right!?!? I am bringing my co-worker’s daughter (I call her my “beard” because if I wasn’t taking her I would never go to the concert and I really, really want to.) Anyways…O and I will be at the concert fangirling over David Cook (okay, I will be the one fangirling over him and she’ll most likely be squealing that high-pitched prepubescent girl screech over David Archuleta.) My plan is to take her early to meet the Idols when they come out for autographs during the day. Me thinks me needs to rock my poster making skillz (yes, with a “z”.) Any ideas? It’s too bad we threw away the “We heart JB” sign from our baseball roadtrip. That would have been confusingly funny.

Music of the Day – Commercial edition
You know how I love finding new music via commercials! I saw this one during the Olympics and the song is hauntingly beautiful.

GE – Love Story commercial, In Summer by Cao Fang

Welcome to my life, tattoo/I’m a man now, thanks to you/I expect I’ll regret you

Recap – due to the fact I was sleeping
Bass down
Casilla up
Hunter bobbles
Span scores
Baker rock-solid
Puntoball makes me laugh (Puntoball FTW!)

1 down…13 to go

My attempt at a sequey from Baseball to Non-Baseball

Last night I strutted into my local tattoo parlor and got inked.



No, I didn’t get one of these…surprising, right?

Here is what I got:

Top 10 Things Revolving Around Me and my Tattoo:
10. Yes, it hurt but not that bad. So, to you who told me it felt like a thousand bees stinging in my mouth, you were wrong.
9. It only took 15 minutes and I can handle any pain for 15 minutes.
8. I was a brave girl and walked into the tattoo place all by myself and sat there filling out the forms. I did a crossword puzzle while I waited so I would panic and dart out.
7. The tattoo guy was kind of dirty-hot.
6. Lucy and Stacy came to visit me whilst I was sitting in the chair.
5. Lucy really wants a tattoo
4. I want more tattoos now.
3. The opening chords from Eye of the Tiger kept repeating through my head…as if I was going off to fight a battle instead of sitting in a comfy padded chair.
2. I think Lucy is going to be the craziest, baddest ass of them all.

AND NUMBER ONE:
1. Afterwards, Lucy told me she was sorry I was bleeding. Then she asked if I was going to die.

Just because I am inked doesn’t mean I am that bad of an ass
So, I was so excited and anxious last night and was rocking out to Foo Fighters on my way to the tattoo place. Windows were down, music blaring, me head banging...yep, I was totally a tough chick! I drove through Uptown and I parked on Hennepin Ave (busy street). Little did I know that Stacy re-pranked me and totally shot my Street-Cred down! All this time I had a “I HEART MY YORKIE” magnetic sticker on the front passenger side of my Jeep. DAMN YOU!!! *shakes fist* We are dorks.

Hot off the press
Gwen Stefani gave birth to baby boy named Zuma. Zuma, eh? That sounds suspiciously close to Zima which was the drink of choice for all the high school kids in the Co-Ho (Columbia Heights for those not hip to my jive.) In other news, Jen went to the liquor store and stocked up on other pansy-ass liquor like Boone’s Farm.



Music of the Day
I can’t NOT post this one!
The Who- Tattoo

Like those guys with guitars/I’ve been watching in bars/Who’ve been stamping their feet to a different beat

Oakland Eeeeh’s Series

Inside my head I am saying the A’s like The Fonz would, if that helps clear up how crazy I am at all.

Monday 8/18: L 2-3
Tuesday 8/19: W 13-2
Wednesday 8/20: W 3-1

I caught a tiny bit of Monday’s game from my barstool at Rossi’s but the conversation around me was way too distracting to focus. I made it home in time to catch a little more of the game but you see, my favorite Auntie had the remote and her love of all things Two and a Half Men won over baseball.

Tonight we start our crazy-ass roadtrip. (Somehow I don’t see the players getting all fangirly over Sonic, Malt-o-Meal factories and listening to Dolly Parton like my roadtrip crew did.) West coast games are a bit of a sticky-widget for me because staying up until midnight isn’t always an option (especially when my alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m.) Alas, if those are the only woes from this trip I will gladly deal.

Have Foam Finger will Travel

After the success of the Foam Finger’s trip to KC I am thinking of making him a more active part of my life. He will be like the Traveling Gnome, Flat Stanley, and my very own Roman Action Figure (who has long since retired after a sketchy trip to Vegas.)

Non-baseball but no less important

Scenes from the corner of 38th Street & Chicago Avenue (South Minneapolis)
Me: in my black Jeep at the stoplight
You: pulled up along side me in your identical black Jeep
Me: gives a quick glance at you and notices your rockin’ mullet
You: gives me the head-nod thing (you know, waaaaz up)
Me: barely contains my snort of laughter

Then…I realize I have the same car as a guy with a mullet. Hey, what’s someone with a mullet doing in south Minneapolis?

Overheard on local radio station
Radio DJ: Congrats! You just won third row tickets to the Back Street Boys concert!
Caller: (in a less-than-enthusiastic voice) What? Oh…okay. Um, hmm…
Radio DJ: CONGRATS!
Caller: Yeah… (hangs up)

MMAhahahahaha…totally LMMFAO (laughing my mother fucking ass off!)

Music of the Day
This isn’t an actual music video; I just wanted you to hear a clear recorded version of this song. Martha Wainwright has a beautiful voice, almost haunting. She has a new album out which is lovely but the first one is her best! (My opinion.)

Martha Wainwright – Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

Prophets on the sidewalk beggin’ for change/Old ladies laughing from the fire escape cursing my name

What the hell?

I know, I have been a baaaad baseball blogger. And hell, it’s not like there wasn’t TONS of stuff going on to blog about. Right? Right. So, I apologize and will recap what I know.

Flashback
Wednesday I played pre-approved hooky and went to the noon game against the Yankees. The game was lovely…dollar dogs were fantastic…we didn’t win at Twingo (I believe it is rigged) and the game took forever. Seriously, between the Ump delay, mini drama and other crap it lasted 3 and half hours. Shit on a shingle. Either way…the beer was sweeter (especially when I emailed a photo of me drinking it to my co-workers still stuck in cubicles.)

A win is a win is a win is a win
So, what was up with yesterday’s game? I was tooling along watching when I could. Oh look 8 to 2. Oh look 10 to 2. Oh look 10 to 8…What the fuck? 10 to 8? Whew, eek by at 11 to 8.

Wrapping up the Mariners Series
Friday 8/15: W 9-3
Saturday 8/16: W 7-6
Sunday 8/17: W 11-8

Waiting for tonight…oooh (J-Lo song)
Tonight Blackburn (singing in the dead of night) will be starting against Duchscherer. I can’t wait to hear Bert say that name. Hopefully I will catch some of the game from my favorite barstool at Rossi’s. Monday Night Happy Hour, yo yo!

Baseball-ish
Friday night I was at the Saint Paul Saints game with a bunch of my co-workers to celebrate our annual Summer Event. The game in itself wasn’t noteworthy but the pre-party tailgating is what stuck in my mind (mine and Jose Cuervo’s.) There weren’t any major drama but I did have a moment of “Well, fuck” when I was taking a shot with my boss’ barely 21-year old son.

The bar.

Hey barkeep, pour me another!

A tequila shot

Someone was kind enough to write my name on a glass.

Sweet hair'do

Non-baseball but no less important

Overseen on the Ghetto #5 Bus last week
I got smacked in the face by some gianormus chandelier earrings on the Ghetto #5 the other day. Seriously, this lady had these HUGE earrings on and turned to talk to her friend and they whipped me. They even got tangled in my hair a little. I reacted the same as I would react in any dangerous situation…I froze.

If guys have bromances what do girls have?
The guys in the Land O’Cubicles are still up in arms over the term “bromance.” (Hey, they like it better than Non-Sexual Man Crush.) I was asked what to call a girl having a Non-Sexual Girl Crush. Hmm…I don’t know. I think we’ll just stick with Girl Crush. I do have girl crushes!!! One of my top ones is Rihanna. I just love her! She’s funky-crazy-cool! Girl Crush…I bet the boys will love that. *rolls eyes*

Forgive me father for I have sinned
So, you may know that I totally got hooked (line and sinker) into this year’s American Idol show. Right? Anyways, since it was my first season watching the show I decided to go all out, be in it to win it, balls out, go big or go home and all that jazz. So, I did a bad thing…well, my friends will consider me a total head-case but…well, you see…Argh, why is this so hard to say? I bought David Archuleta’s (the runner-up) new single from iTunes. I know! Stop pelting me with rotten tomatoes. I know I kind of ragged on him during the season but this new song is like crack…the chorus sucks me in and gets stuck in my head. Geez, get off my freaking back.

Music of the Day – For Ann Again and Again
Alright Ann, I thought of you when I heard this! Consider this an apology for “Come on Eileen.”

Brett Dennen – Ain’t No reason