perfect

I decided I wanted some beer tonight. I didn't have any in the house so I decided to get some when I went out to get pizza. Usually I wouldn't, I'd just say forget it and not drink but tonight I went for it. I think this was the best decision I've ever made. Really. In my life. I'm sitting outside with my laptop (thanks, RH, you rock!) drinking beer and listening to music. It's breezy and wonderful.
Life is good.

So.

What do you think of this email I just got?

yoda. that was a quote from yoda.

stupid.

Ok, so it was Yoda.

It could have been Gandhi.

I could roof a house.

For Sunday

The previous post was ineffective.

I am Mr. Grumpypants today.

Or I guess, Mrs. Grumpypants.

Whatever.

For Saturday

They sent this home from my son's pre-school yesterday.


Sing a Song of Sunshine
(sung to the tune of Sing a Song of Sixpence)

Sing a song of sunshine
Be happy every day
Sing a song of sunshine
You'll chase the clouds away
Be happy every moment
No matter what you do
Just sing and sing and sing and sing
And let the sun shine through!

Lost

Has anyone seen my camera? I can't find it.

I just want to say

Valdi, I saw you at the gas station this morning and I'm more than a little offended that you didn't say hello.

See, I can be cool, too.

Shickashiwa says:
Cindy gains 350 exp.
Level up!
Snarkiness + 15
Danger Kick Power + 10
Learned Move 'Bring the Fuck'

Pigeon Hole

I was thinking about what Kunstemaecker said in his last comment about my taste in music. I don't think my musical taste is that easy to categorize, really. I do tend to lean towards the "guy with a guitar" sound but I branch out at times. Yesterday on my way home from work I listened to underground hip hop for the first half then switched CDs to the Ramones. On my way to meet Duckie I listened to G Love then Erasure, and on the way to the Rufus Wainwright/Ben Folds concert I listened to some sweet mixes, which I can't WAIT to get. (hurry, Duckie)

Ben Folds kicked complete and total ass last night. He is so fucking cool I can't even describe it. I am a major fan for life now. And did you know Rufus Wainwright is gay?

Meme me.

Kerouaced chose me to continue this meme.
Meme.
I'm supposed to list the five songs I'm most into right now. I have added links for you to download if you are so inclined. I can't guarantee that this will work, but I tried. That's worth something, right?

1. Baby Got Sauce, G Love
I put this one up for you guys to hear. Really though, how could you NOT like this song?

2. You're Beautiful, James Blunt
This one is sad, but really cool. A big thank you to Kerouaced himself for introducing me to this.

3. Wanna Be, Luce
You could say I'm into these guys because I just saw them in concert. You could say that. But you'd be wrong. They're just really good.

4. The theme song from the Courtship of Eddie's Father
Simply because I woke up with this song in my head. I tried to give it away to Duckie but he somehow turned it into the Partridge Family theme song. I must have my best friend on my mind.

5. So What Could I Do?, the Cranebuilders
Just listen to it. Ok?

another quickie

I saw a licence plate on my way to work this morning that said:

2GRLSN♥

I kid you not.

Learn from it

When I was a junior in high school I thought it was so cute how my boyfriend would take his phone off the hook when I was there. "Oh how sweet he is, he doesn't want to be interrupted" I'd think, letting him pull me down onto his bed.

It wasn't until we broke up that I realized he was only doing it because he knew that at some point one of his whores would call and he didn't want to get busted.

I need an analogy

Chicken commented that since I like G Love and Jack Johnson, she can assume I like Ben Harper as well. Well, yes, of course I do, but I need help with something. I started to write "G Love, Jack Johnson, and Ben Harper go together like...." but I couldn't finish it. I can think of plenty of them for two's like peanut butter and jelly or peas and carrots or Jack and Coke. I can't think of one for the three of them though. Can one of you guys help me out?

Jack Johnson

There is a palm tree on 880 in Oakland that doesn't belong there. It's completely out of place there on the side of the freeway. Someone told me about that tree once. I saw it yesterday on our way up to Berkeley for the Jack Johnson concert. The concert was cool, nothing too exciting. He plays beautifully, the music is great, but there's not much of a show, if you know what I mean. And I think you do. (wink wink)

My favorite part was when G Love came up to play. That guy can play the harmonica like there's no tomorrow. My sister just burned me a CD of his music. It's called Pretty Much the Best G Love Mix Tape Ever Made. It goes well with my Pretty Much the Best Mix Tape I Ever Made CD and my Almost As Good As the Best Mix Tape I Ever Made CD's parts one and two. (is this making any sense to anyone other than me and Duckie?)


We made it to the Greek Theater just fine, thanks to my superior sense of direction. We got lost leaving, of course. Finally made it to a freeway, headed the wrong way.... (not my fault)
Turned around, found our way back to 880, again thanks to my skills. We passed an accident on the way home, it was pretty bad. A smashed up car and an SUV was upsidedown in the middle of the freeway. We drove past and quietly thanked Soph for being the designated driver. I have a question, why is Jack in the Box so god damned slow with the food? I have never been to a Jack in the Box that gets your order together fast. I really, really wanted those Cheddar Bacon Potato Wedges. Bastards. You have a line in the drive-thru at 12:30am, trust me when I say every person in that line is drunk and starving. Move it along, guys.

This came up in conversation recently, I've been meaning to ask.


Who do you think would win in a fight, Jack Johnson or Xavier Rudd? I think Jack Johnson is a little more athletic, being a surfer and all. Plus, Xavier is definitely a lover not a fighter. He could use the didgeridoo as a weapon though, maybe bash Jack in the head with it? Jack would have G Love to back him up though. I just can't decide. What do you guys think?

Tonight I celebrate my love for Luce

(I just looked at the clock and it says 10:10)

I went to see Luce at Music in the Park tonight. I had to blog about it, couldn't wait until tomorrow. It was really fucking good. The music was great, the beer was so-so, the company was awesome. Even though the poster was sub-par, I still had a great time.


This is Tom Luce, the lead singer. I think his full name is Hot Tom Luce, I'm not sure about that though. I choose to believe this is true.

He doesn't smile much.

That doesn't make me like him any less.





I asked him to sign my OCD notebook. Well, I couldn't exactly ask him to sign the bootleg copy of their first CD that I had in my backpack, now could I? He asked about the writing in the notebook. I told him those were the words of the day that I liked the most. I'm into vocabulary. I don't know how he felt about that.




The bass player was very chill. This is the look he had on his face the entire concert. I liked it.

I kinda want to be his friend.








For some reason I felt compelled to take a picture of these girls' asses. They are just very amazing to me.

Would you agree?






Jesus made an appearance. He hasn't been seen around San Jose since last July...










And after the show, Terra and I had some fun with these glasses. These were supposed to be a present for Duckie, but Terra and I decided we're going to keep them and every time we go out we're going to make some random person put them on for a picture. Sorry, Duckie.





That's it. I need to go to sleep now. Jack Johnson tomorrow.

TV Guide crossword puzzle

Number 51 across is NOT cop a feel.
It's cop a plea.

Jeez.

you are teh lame

This red Protege was in front of me this afternoon. The licence plate said "HRTB8KR". Now, don't you think this is a little retarded? Is she trying to say Heart Breaker? Because she's pretty far off the mark on that. It says Heart Bateker. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she means something entirely different and I'm just not seeing it. Oooh, maybe it says Heart Bait Ker. I bet it's for you, Kerouaced. Also, her license plate frame says "Scorpio Queen. Watch out, I sting!" with the exclamation mark and everything. So, Ker, don't say I didn't warn you.

I love TV Guide

I was reading the TV Guide article about the Beatles concert at Shea Stadium when a Beatles song came on the radio. Goocher, huh? I got the Paul cover, in case you were wondering. I also read that Spike will be playing a part on Smallville next season. As Cat would say: wooty-woot! I'm excited to see him again. It's been so long, Spike. So very long.

Of course, he'll be no match for Clark. Of course. I mean, look at him. Aside from the make-up, he's a rugged speciman, isn't he?

and Clark always gets the bad guys.

I wish I was a bad guy.

It puts the "fun" in "functional"

It's guaranteed to turn heads in any office space.

Phone call

Ring, ring, ring

Her: Hello?
Me: It's only 10:35
Her: Is that why you called me?
Me: Yes. Talk to you later!
Her: I hate you, Cindy

Breakfast story

The Steve always posts his lunchtime stories, so I decided to try being all rock n roll like he is. Here is my breakfast story. Since his lunch stories are posted at my breakfast hour it just seems appropriate.

I decided to run to McDonalds for a little artery-hardening this morning. The Starbucks just wasn't cutting it. I wrote down my co-worker's request on a Post-It and headed out. As I was walking up the stairs to my car I glanced at the note in my hand. It said "Saus McMuff". I said it out loud and laughed because it just struck me as funny. Seriously, say it, Saus McMuff. Funny, right? So I look up and there's a man at the top of the stairs watching me, waiting for me to get out of his way. He smiled at the crazy girl talking to herself. I said "yes, I'm just talking to myself" and laughed. He said it was no problem, that he had been there himself.

Anyway, that's all.

Is it Thursday already?

My HNT submission for all you haters out there. Hope you are all having a happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, I'll be browsing body parts later. Love ya.

Oh yes, it's my CD Baby

You know how I mentioned I ordered that Luce CD the other night? I got the funniest email ever from them, check it out.
(ok maybe funniest EVER is going a bit far, but still, read it)

Cynthia -

Thanks for your order with CD Baby!

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved 'Bon Voyage!' to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Tuesday, August 9th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as 'Customer of the Year'. We're all exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!


That made me laugh. Of course, I'm very very easily amused. I laughed for days about my friend buying a yak. I know.

Off for margaritas with Duckie, wish me luck. Oh and enjoy my Willie Nelson song of the day. I just heard he made a reggae CD. I can't fucking wait to hear that.

It hurts to tell it, but I will tell you the story.

It was July 4th. Independence Day. Independence Day, my ass. I was coming home from Canada. Who knew I had to be so nervous about crossing the border? I made it to the airport, checked my bag and headed to customs with thoughts of Starbucks dancing in my head. The customs official took my paperwork and looked through them. Apparently deciding everything was in order he finally glanced up at me and started to ask "Why were you visiting...." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. I was a little taken aback, I mean, all I wanted was to get home, right? He held up one finger and picked up his phone. I couldn't make out what was said, although I did hear snippets of the conversation. "That distasteful..." "internet" and "...followers". I waited for an explanation. He had hardly hung up the phone when I heard a very serious voice at my elbow. "Excuse me, ma'am. Please follow me quietly. We don't want to cause a scene". I turned to find a security guard next to me, pointing to a hallway nearby. I couldn't imagine what they wanted with me. I asked "What's this all about?" He cleared his throat and said to me "We have reason to believe you're harboring a fugitive on your person". Now I was very confused. How could I be harboring a criminal on my person? "In your sweater, ma'am". I'm a very upstanding citizen; I've never been arrested, I haven't even been given a speeding ticket in the past 10 years, for crying out loud. I looked past the security guard to see several more guards, all standing with their hands close to their holsters. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why they suspected me of such a crime. This was insane! I started to protest, and in my determination to convey my innocence, I made the grave mistake of placing my hand near my heart. This is where everything gets a little blurry. I recall hearing someone yell "Watch out, men, she's reaching for him!" then I found myself face down on the floor, hands bound with a zip tie. They took me to a small room and interrogated me for what seemed like hours. Over and over again I proclaimed "I don't know him, I swear! No, I don't know where he lives. No, I don't know his real name. I don't know anything! Please, please may I have a peppermint mocha!" They finally released me and I headed home with a caffeine withdrawal headache and instructions to never enter Canada again. Needless to say.....





I'm never wearing

this shirt

when I travel

again.

A glowing review

I really can't say enough good things about Xavier Rudd. His music is amazing. Really. You should check out his tour schedule and go see him if he's playing near you. Even if you don't know the music before you go, I guarantee you that you will walk out of there a fan for life.




Ok, well I just checked his website and he doesn't have anything coming up. Poor guy is tired. We wore him out in San Francisco, he just couldn't go on after that.

Listen to the song I put up, over there. He is AMAZING.
Trust me.



Chatty Cath has requested my presence at the Music in the Park show next Thursday to see Luce. I had never heard of Luce, but thankfully Cathy put up a music thingy on her blog like I have, so I was able to listen to it tonight. Then promptly went and ordered the CD. Very nice. Plus, Music in the Park is free. Sweeeet. Although the poster is a little sub-par this year. (ha)

daydreaming

I dream of a Spanish style cottage by the sea. The windows are always open, sheer curtains fluttering, letting in the fresh smell of the ocean. The floors are tile, cold and smooth beneath my bare feet. Soft lights, candles, music. There will always be music in my house. Music for cooking, music for daydreaming, music for making love, music for dancing in the moonlight. Every sunrise holds the possibility of a perfect day. Every sunset promises soft kisses, gentle touches, and bodies entwined.

Content.
Secure.
Happy.

Not the place where you live
but the place where you belong.

See, I told you.

I told you it exists.

Goodbye, cruel world!

Do you know

I paid twenty two cents more a gallon today because I was too lazy to go across the street? Because it was more convenient to go to the gas station on the right side of the street instead of the left side? It's because I'm Mexican, I'm sure of it. Damn lazy genes. I figured my time was worth the two bucks.

There are the three most recent searches for my blog:
quizno's cup
caden gee
chonies

Apparently I have to step it up next week for HNT. I've had many complaints and only one compliment. Dude, my hand in water was less controversial than this one. What. Ever.

I can't even BEGIN to predict the shit I'm going to get for this one, but I think GW looks kind of hot in this picture. I'm a sucker for a cowboy hat, I can admit that. (oh Lyle...swoon)

*Note to self: consider cowboy hat for next week's HNT

Last but not least, I had a request for some Neil Diamond. This is a live version of Forever In Blue Jeans that just r0x0rz my s0x0rz. Sing it now!

Cindy-Lou is the RULER OF THE WORLD!

Ok, that's just my MSN name right now, don't be afraid.
Here's my HNT submission. Guess I can't flake two weeks in a row, huh? Right, Darrel? Darrel, I'm not going to copy you this week. Although I do happen to have a picture that would work...

Maybe some other time. I took this picture after the A's game last weekend. Do you know that some people feel weird when strangers take their picture in the parking lot? Imagine that.

Go ahead

Make this your home page.
I dare you.

This is what happens when your search comes up with no results.
If you can read it, you're a total geek, too.

I love it.

I just have two things to say

First, if anyone sees me turning into my mother, I prefer a bullet to the temple. Thanks.
Second, I just finished Harry Potter and duuuude.

Oh yeah, I forgot

According to the Urban Dictionary:

1. moded
A word used to put someone in their place after they've been proved wrong.
1st guy:"Look at that tight Lexus rolling down the street"
2nd guy:"You're stupid! That's a BMW"
3rd guy to 1st guy:"Ohh you just got moded!!!"

2. moded
when you get put in your place. you do something wrong or embarassing and someone notices. someone telling you you suck...and then someone else replying "moded"

3. moded
Embarrasing mistake or moment; used to refer somebody or situation.

Orgin: SF Bay area mid 80's hiphop street

a person who trys to do something but does it wrong.

sample situation:
just like when a guy trys to talk to a girl on a flight of stairs but falls down it. and a group of friends in the distance watching yells "MODED!" and laughs.

or somebody sees something happen and under his voice he whispers to his friend. "that shit was moded".
"Jayjay been braggin he could slam. and when he try to prove it he missed the rim and fell backwards".... "yea that shit was moded! hahahaha!"

4. moded
Getting put in place
He hacked your box. You got moded!

Now would someone please define hacked your box, please?

The weekend of sporting events

I went to an A's game on Saturday. Here's proof. I think I watched a total of fourteen minutes of the game. Apparently there was a grand slam, I cannot vouch for that as I didn't see it. I did see a bat break though. Maybe two...?
I don't know, I don't even like sports. Which leads me to my next event...



The San Jose Grand Prix. That was pretty fucking cool, watching cars zoom by twenty feet away from you on the streets of Downtown San Jose. It was so exciting. For about ten minutes. It was also about 150 degrees and it was sponsored by Miller. Oh well, it was really cool to be there for the first Grand Prix in my city. Plus, I got a shirt. Oh, and I got a really great picture of my sister eating a churro but she'd kill me if I posted it.




I'm sick now. The end.