Five @ MindSay

Today is my MindSay blog's Five (5) Year Blogoversary!!!

A few random facts about my blog that I want to mention while I'm at it:

Here's my first MindSay blog entry, back when MindSay was a Livejournal clone:

1. (no subject) - September 22, 2003

But the weird thing about my blog is: This blog also holds "The Oldest Blog Entry" in MindSay's History (and also the only entry posted in MindSay.com before the idea for a blogging service called MindSay.com was even conceived.) Strange? Glitch? Kudos to whoever figures this one out.

0. I think of how I shot myself in the back again... - November 16, 2001

My One Year Blogoversary, I wasn't exactly active in MindSay.

From April 26, 2005 to April 30, 2006, I blogged in MindSay for 365 370 Consecutive Days. This is when my blog went "viral" for a while. When that entry was posted, it became my 1000th post.

My Two Year Blogoversary, I posted a quick mention of it due to Hurricane Rita.

Little do many of you MindSayers remember that during (and in between) those 370 Consecutive Days of blogging in MindSay, I also volunteered to be The Operator of the "Topbloggers Archive Blog" from September 30, 2005 to December 31, 2005. Also, I came back to help out The Anonymous Topbloggers founder July 21-22, 2006, up until THE NEW Top Blogs Interface was installed, August 14, 2006.

BTW, for some unknown reason, The Anonymous Topbloggers founder, "Nonni" took me off her network. Because of that, I will reveal "Nonni" identity in this entry, if this entry gets more than 20 votes in Top Blogs.

My Three Year Blogoversary in MindSay, I was pretty much A.W.O.L from my MindSay Blog.  There were no mentions of this event.

My Four Year Blogoversary in MindSay, was a part of the "The Return of Sir Raw Jah" project.  I do remember mentioning this entry with the infamous line:

"Four years, and I feel like I'm just barely getting started."

My Blog, as it stands today:

Many of you know that I kinda drifted away from MindSay after updating it for 370 Consecutive Days. But on August 1, 2007, I attempted to update my blog again, everyday, for at least 366 days. 

To date, I have updated my blog for 419 days (and counting).  Not even the one week power outage in my town caused by Hurricane Ike stopped me!!!


I wonder how long I can keep this up.... *cheers*
Thanks!!!





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share some skin.

 

 

 

 

 

it's summer.

fuck yeah.

and then it's senior year.

fuck yeah even more.

I won't go into detail what caused my stress level that was on a few Trusted Friends Only blogs, but lets just say that my week was one of stess and arguements.  And I wasn't the only one.  My girl Bree was having a pretty rough week also.  The same thing stressed her out on Monday as it did me.  Come to find out on Thursday evening that she let that issue go in favor for an issue that she was having outside of the issue that caused the start of my shitty week.

 

I got a phone call Thrusday in the late afternoon from my girl Bree asking if she and the kids could come up and spend the night since we were heading to the city due to the fact I had to pay for my kid busting out her rear tahoe windshield on Wensday.  I said sure.  I didn't realize that she had an extra kid for the weekend already but that is okay.  Having 5 kids in the house instead of 4 isn't that big of a difference, especially when the extra kid is 13 vs 10, 9, 8, and 4!

 

I knew something was wrong just by the tone of her voice so I had no problem with them all coming up.  I hadn't cooked dinner yet and since we weren't going anywhere not that big of a deal.  It would give me someone to visit with since the storms were still going through the area.  They get here and we set the 13 year old neice of hers up on the comp and tell the other kids not to be fighting cuase neither one of us were in the mood for it and they listened.  While I was cooking sgettie and garlic bread for everyone, Bree started picking up my cluttered house.  Then the guys called (this is the firend her hubby works with my hubby).  I talked to Randy and then the kids talked to Daddy.  Then Randy went and got her hubby and he called and talked to his wife and kids.  About 9, the kids were settling down and the only real thing left of the storm was the wind.  We set the kids up with various snacks and we got busy relaxing.

 

We played dice for our first game while we were bitching to high heaven about our hubby's, kids, and parents.  That is when I found out her Mom was being even worse then my Dad was all this week.  Which was her problem and why she wanted out of hte house even though we weren't doing anything.  It took us about an hour and half to play three games of dice.  Sipping on ice tea.  At 10:30 or so, the kids were still beebopping around the house an dwe didn't care they were still up and we decieded to have a couple of margaritas.  While we started sipping on those, we moved to Yahtez.  And we started relaxing a bit since we got our bitch session over with.  We moved from two heavy booze laden margaritas to a 40 oz flavored Malt Beer that she brought.  I dont' remember what it was but it was good.  That gave us both a big glass each of it.  By the time we played 6 games of Yahtez, my girl was on a Mike's Hard Lemonaid I had in the fridge and I had a small glass of Killigans Red Beer.  I got up and put one of my cheaper bottles of wine in the fridge just in case we wanted to drink some more. 

 

We took a small break from playing our lil games and went outside to make sure all my shit outside was near the house because the winds picked up and it was trying to storm AGAIN.  Around 1, we started playing Gin Rummy and moved on to Jack and Cokes:D  We were gossiping all night, the kids were up with us all night and got the biggest kick out of the fact their mom's who normally are very admant that they are in bed no later then 11 during the summer were letting them stay up as late as we were up.  We finally finished up our various games about 3:30 am and decieded we were done with the boozing because all we could get was a nice buzz.  We weren't even gettting tipsy!:D  The 4 year old and the 8 year old went down in the living room about the time we went outside.  Out cold!  The 13, 10, and 9 year old were having fun with one of my camaras.  We got some crazy pictures that I may or may not post later.  At 4 am we said well we have to get up and get the tahoe into the city tomorrow, do some various running around and we best get some sleep.

 

We might not have gone anywhere and it was storming out so we couldn't sit outside by a bonfire gossiping but we had fun with 5 kids in the hosue and NO MEN!  We had a nice dinner, we both destressed with venting about our various situations with our parents and hubby's.  We stayed up lating drinking and playing various games and neither one of us was really hung over after 4 and half hours of sleep!

 

Her sister called begging for money at 8:30 yesterday morning.  That is about the only time I hear from her sister is when she either needs a ride to the city or she fucked up her small paycheck and she needs some fast cash to pay a bill or gets somethign shut off.  I flatly out told her nope can't do it.  My girl just shook her head about her sister because let's just say she has been burned by her own sister.  But is starting to understand why her sister almost came to blows with their mom after the week she had with hubby and her mom! 

 

Yesterday we had fun running around fixing the windshield and other small things and today my two kids and I are heading to an area town to watch my girl's boy (the 10 year old) play in a ball tourny.  Since Randy is working today to make some extra money and we are forgoing TKD because I don't feel like being in the city again it works otu nicely that we can come home and work on the yard.

 

See Ol Country Married Women can get some fun in even with the kids.  It may only be going to one another's houses to save some money.  It may only be playing various board, card, and dice games.  But we had fun drinking, staying up late, and being goofy with the kids in the middle of the last storms for this week!

Power wash the deck
Dig the ashes from the hearth
Spring cleaning today

1. Shut up and relax, Albert Hammond Jr. is here to make all your troubles float away on a dreamy guitar riff that you won't be able to resist. - I'm sorry, but if you don't suddenly feel all of your troubles melt away when you listen to this amazingly talented dog-pile of artists, with Albert Hammond Jr., rhythm guitarist for The Strokes and son of Albert Hammond (made famous for hits such as "It Never Rains in Southern California") standing tall and proud on top of it all, then you have too much stress in your life and you might want to start looking into a good cardiologist because chances are you're about to have a heart attack any second now. Currently he only has one album that was released in 2006, but damn what a debut. Now, most media would try to lead you to believe that the treasure on this disc is the song "101", but I beg to differ. If you get the chance, "Everyone Gets A Star" puts a smile on my face every time. With a head-bobbing beat and that beautiful, slightly monotone voice that accents the creative and crunchy guitar counterpart, this is song has fast become one of my favorites. Also of note, "Holiday" first caught my ear as I was browsing for new indie music to fill my silly head with, and immediately I was intrigued in a way that I haven't been by a song in such a long time. The drum intro makes you pause and wonder, "Is he doing that on purpose?" until the vocals come in and you just forget where you are and want to curl up with a cute indie boy and hopes he takes you where ever he was going. The lyrics are short and to the point on this song, and you know what? He doesn't need to say much, because the music speaks for itself. A band worth keeping an ear open for, the entire album is beyond worth picking up, and is one that I never hesitate to pop in my own personal stereo whenever I need a pick-me-up.

2. Don't worry, it's not schizophrenia; you just have a rampant case of The Cliks. - Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong today; like a living example of Murphy's Law, your left shoelace broke and your right one caught on fire; your washing machine broke so it was either wet pants or dirty pants; you missed the bus and forgot your stuff at home; you just had a horrible breakup with your partner of six-and-a-half years and you're coming to terms with the fact that you're transgendered. What are you going to do? For Lucas Silveira, it meant gritting his teeth and remembering that what doesn't kill you makes amazing song lyrics. I'm not going to get into where these guys come from because all you need to know is that they exist purely to fill your world with poignant, personal lyrics the likes of which your 'pop music' mind will explode from coming into contact with. They currently have only released one album, "Snakehouse", but they come out of the gates LGBT fists and guitars swinging fast and hard. They are probably best known for their cover of Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me A River" but let me tell you, Silveira could kick Timberlake's ass without even taking his stylish white suit coat off. This is not your average cover: there are no strained voices trying to replicate a sound that isn't their's; there is no pretentious thought process that they can do better; this cover is simply a matter of taking a hollow pop song and pouring a whole lot of emotional kerosene into it and lighting it with a voice so passionate and sincere that by the time the guitars fade away you just might be the one in tears. "Complicated" is another song that I just can't get enough of on those days when everything seems to go wrong and feel a little bit dead on the inside, and I need something to scream at in order to feel better. Silveira's voice is almost haunting at the beginning, as if you can see him with furrowed brow and hooded eyes, looking across the bar at you, shoulders defeated and hunched over his drink; until the song progresses and you realize that's not defeat on his shoulders -- it's nobility and passion and maybe even a little bit of anger and resentment. "Oh Yeah" is another one that I just can't resist pointing out to you because that opening line gets stuck in my head all the damn time. Also, we all know what it feels like to be betrayed and a little bit pissed off, and if you want a song thats worth singing along to with one of my favorite guitar solos to RAWK OUT to, you could do far far worse. Singing at the top of your lungs on the way home from a bad day to The Cliks? $13.99. Getting caught mid-lyric, red-faced and veiny-necked by your boss at the stoplight? Priceless.

3. Stop acting so surprised, this is - after all - The Age of Rockets. - With so many bands taking advantage of the easy accessibility of music editing programs like Fruity Loops, its no wonder the electronica / pop music genre has become flooded with garbage wrapped in poorly made music maps. The Age of Rockets is here to show you how its done, and you'd better sit down and listen, or they'll use their adorable indie charms on you until you come around to their thinking. Gotta watch out for those indie rockers, cause they'll getchya! A New York based band, these guys just have too much talent to keep to one band, their members dabbling in nearly half a dozen other projects that I could find. With a title like "Dumbledore's Army" and songs like "Avada Kedavra", you know you're putting your musical tastes in the hands of people who are human with a sense of humor just like your's, and that's always comforting. "Pétales Aiment La Saleté" is one of those songs that's sweet and tender and all around adorable. Really, it makes me want to cuddle with a giant teddy bear because they say it best when they say, 'Just because it hurts, don't mean that it's love.' "Once We Were Monsters" echoes an almost Muse-esque feel of the conspiracy theories and space travel, without the anger and the paranoia. Instead it's sang with an almost resigned sort of feeling, as if they've already accepted it and now it's just time to reminisce and take it as it is. If you're looking for a band to cuddle with that special high school someone with, you really can't go wrong with these guys.

4. Looks like you're in quite the Bond there buddy. - With contemporaries like Britney Spears and Kelly Clarkson, it's a wonder that you've probably never heard of these lovely ladies. Or perhaps you have, and have just never known who they actually were. It's hard to look up a song that has no lyrics! Yes, this is Bond, the classical string quartet that sounds like Tchaikovsky on speed and Santana with an orchestra. Two violins, a viola, and a cello only accent the sexy slick sound of what these London goddesses are offering. "The 1812" is a take on the classical exploding overture, and I've never felt my heart pound harder. With the climactic build up of electronic beats and powerful, passionate violin bows, this really is the epitome of our generation's nouveau classical music. And when the finale begins, the familiar sounds of cannons and brass echoing all around you, you'll be shocked to find yourself head banging to this reworked staple of the genre. There are so many good songs to be highlighted, but I only have so much time, so unfortunately, sacrifices will have to be made. "Victory" when it's mixed by Mike Batt, never was so sweet to shake your butt to. With a toe tapping beat and a deep bass that your speakers are going to love to blast, this is one of those songs you play when you WANT to be caught at that stop light with the windows down by that cute girl you pass everyday on your way to work, rocking out to some badass string quartet. The last song I'll mention is "Bond on Bond", and if you haven't been dead this past century, then yes, you're thinking correctly. Bond, the elegant London quartet with those sultry strings that I just can't get enough of, does a cover of the James Bond theme. I don't think I have to say anything more than, "EPIC". Any of their albums are beyond worth picking up, but the remixes tend to be more popular than the others. Pop one of these ladies into your CD player and you'll be sure to surprise and impress anyone else who's in the car.

5. Nope, you're pronouncing it wrong; it's Puscifer. - There is no way to prepare you for the sounds that about to assault your ears. Even telling you that Industrial Metal god Maynard James Keenan is the ringleader to this project couldn't possibly prepare you for the incredible journey the album "V is for Vagina" will take you on. Now, as a warning, there is no 'explicit' version and 'clean' version. Maynard is one of the original bad asses; one of the first guys to stand up, walk away from the rest of the group and say, "Hey, I do what I want." And right now, what he wants to do is fuck censorship, so there's only one album; one amazing, explicit, illicit and sexual album that you won't want to miss. A lot of the people I've talked to about this album seem to always overlook the track "Sour Grapes", and personally, I don't understand why. I think it's one of the best on the entire album, from the attention grabbing bass line, to the scraggly-bearded, wild-eyed and jowl-shaking preaching voice, to the mind blowing chants that reaffirm the whispering voices that no, you aren't imagining. And I don't know if Maynard wrote this song as a mocking taunt at organized religion, or if it is meant to be a stab at spirituality, but no matter what it was intended as, it's one of my favorite songs to listen to when I'm justifying why I don't go to church. It's a good thing I've come to terms with the fact that I'm going to hell already, or this review would be incredibly difficult to write. "Rev 22:20" is beyond description, but I'm sure as hell going to try. Revelations 22:20 actually states, "He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus." and this song takes that scripture to a whole new level; speaking about a woman that you literally would sell your soul to sleep with just one more time, and how even Christ himself would succumb to this woman's sexuality. Now I don't know about all that, but I DO know that the original, (the one that I'm talking about here) is one of the crowning accomplishments of the industrial metal world. With a beat that makes you want to march and a background track of female vocals so sensual you'll want to put headphones on so they're not whispering to anyone but you, Maynard makes you go weak in the knees with his pleading, husky voice and by the end of the song you feel yourself begging with him. Now, controversy aside, the song "Indigo Children" is just way too cool to pass up. With the vocal effects warped and robotic, it sends delicious chills up my spine every time. So whether you're looking for something completely inappropriate, or a good album to be pissed off to, Puscifer is one of those unique bands that can hit that sweet spot that no one else can even come close to.