Friday, December 31, 2010

Greystone Chapel

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom,
A house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me the strength to carry on

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Gowanus Canal Has Gonorrhea!

I love this show, LOVE it. Have I mentioned that I love it? This has to be my favorite episode yet, "The Gowanus Canal Has Gonorrhea!"

Ray (after George tells him he has prostate cancer): George, I don't like talking on the phone that much, but um you can call me anytime. I won't pick up, but you can leave me a message.

George (After being told he needs his prostate removed): I've never had anything removed before. I mean like my appendix, tonsils, wisdom teeth. I hold onto everything. I'm like a hoarder I guess, I'm like completely intact.

I can't believe they gave George cancer :( Kind of heavy stuff for a show as light and funny as this one, but I'm sure they'll find a way to play it out in a hilariously fluid way.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Every December 12/12/1915

Every December I get in the mood for non-stop Frank Sinatra music. It's the right way to celebrate his birthday. Starting on the 12th, until the craze of holidays subsides. I still remember being 11, sitting on the floor of my living room and finding out about his death on the news. I felt sad because I knew who he was and had heard his music already; but as I grew up and actually grasped the magnitute of this man's life, May became a saddest month. If I could bring someone back from the dead...It'd be you ol' blue eyes

...It'd be you.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Bon Appétit

Lately all I've been wanting to do is eat. I could go for a chimichanga with some mexican rice, beans and guacamole right now, preceded by tortilla chips of course and some horchata. Oh, God bless Mexico.
I guess it can't be that bad. If the mighty Oprah seeks comfort in food, so can I. Some people drink, some people smoke...I eat. It's the lesser of two evils really. Plus, everyone has a vice. If the liver damage or lung cancer don't get me, the cholesterol and heart disease will. We all gotta go one day, might as well have some good times in the meanwhile. As my father always says when I remind him of his cholesterol: "I'm gonna die anyway, So, do you want me to die sad and miserable, or do you want me to die happy? Now, pass the pork!"

Touché dad, touché.

Friday, December 17, 2010

"Buck up - never say die! We'll get along."

"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles"

-Charlie Chaplin

Monday, November 29, 2010

It's The Southern Accent

Some guy named Chris Evans will star in Captain America next year. But who cares about him! I'm finally going to get my much needed dosage of Tommy Lee Jones! I know he'll come out on "The Company of Men" soon, but Tommy Lee Jones in a military uniform is waaay better. AND there's "Men in Black III" in 2012.

Once a not enough...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Yo, Adrian, We Did It

Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you! You're better than that! I'm always gonna love you no matter what. No matter what happens. You're my son and you're my blood. You're the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, ya ain't gonna have a life.

Monday, November 15, 2010

All Good Things Come To An End...

But not after a handful of episodes!
Just when I thought NBC couldn't go any lower. Not only did they pulled my beloved Conan off of the Tonight Show earlier this year, they cancelled the show that was becoming my favorite of the fall line up. Really NBC? Really?! So the premise of Outlaw was a little out there, what about Ordinary Family?! I mean, a show about a family with superpowers is still on, but Outlaw gets cancelled? Right when it was getting good :( No more sexy Jimmy Smits on Fridays or Saturday.

Monday, November 8, 2010

I miss the fab 5 :(

Why did this show have to end?! What's gayer than gay and fabulous all around? The fab 5 of course. Carson, Ted, Kyan, Thom and Jai = ♥

Saturday, October 30, 2010

California Dreaming

I gotta admit, for someone who doesn't like the Cali weather, California mornings are pretty awesome. They make for great pictures at least.

Couple of things:
I'm in a slump
I'm in all sorts of slumps
I need a vacay
I need a side job
I need to have some faith in the uncertain, but exciting future
I need to get over some stuff...some people...

Life is peachy thou (not a single drop of sarcasm in that sentence).

Sunday, August 29, 2010


I want to say Conan got robbed tonight at the Emmys, but I can't because the Daily Show is pure genius too. Oh least Leno didn't get nominated, and why should he? He sucks!

I kid, I kid.


Saturday, August 14, 2010


Once again, my laptop has been invaded by some mean virus and the entire memory has been erased. I had to reformat the entire system and all of my pictures are gone. GONE! I'm not that attached to the info in my computer, but still! I keep losing all my pictures, all because I procrastinated on installing the anti-virus that I had already PAID for, six months ago. Now the only thing that can console me is Tom Selleck. More specifically, Tom Selleck's moustache.

That's another playgirl cover I must get my hands on. Then all I have to do is move to New York, find the set of his new show "Blue Bloods," run like a lunatic through security with my magazine and sharpie and ask Tom to sign it.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Ted Danson Is What Dreams Are Made Of

I'm a sucker for silver foxes. Among them: Anderson Cooper, Donald Sutherland, and Ted Danson. Beautiful, gorgeous, charming, enchanting, titillating, Ted Danson. While most people knew him as Sam Malone from Cheers, I met him as "Becker" a.k.a. the original Dr. House. To be honest, I don't think I've ever even seen and entire episode of Cheers. I know that's kind of like saying, "I love Bruce Springsteen, I've just never heard 'Born to Run,'" but I can't help it if the show premiered 5 years before I was born and ended when I was six years old. I became a fan after watching him as the misanthropic doctor Becker. I think my top 3 TV shows (in no particular order) are Boston Legal, Seinfeld, and Becker. House, The Office, and Lie To Me get 2nd place. Ted has been off the market for about 15 years, married to a beautiful woman named Mary Steenburgen, whom I want to hate but can't.

I know my chances with him are slim (just stay with me okay? My doctor says talking about my delusions helps me overcome them), but since I can't get a piece of that eye candy, I can get the next best thing: An autographed copy of the 1986 Ted Danson Cover on Playirl Magazine! All I need is the mag, Ted, and a pen.

The item is already on my amazon wishlist. So as soon as some 60-something year old woman dies, causing her grandchildren to go through her possessions, hoping to find something of value, and while on the search they find a copy of this 24-year-old magazine, and they decide to put it up on ebay or amazon or craiglist hoping another 60-something year old woman will find it valuable...It shall be mine! Then I only need to go to New York, find the filming location of his new show "Bored to Death," wait for him to get out of his trailer and ambush him with my playgirl and a sharpie.


Monday, August 2, 2010

That's All I'm Sayin'

I haven't read the Twilight books. I saw the first movie of the saga, and that's how I know Twilight is not up my alley. I have friends swearing up and down the books are "waaaay better than the movie." I had one professor told me it's ok, just not very good literature.

I don't doubt it's interesting, the movie was. I mean, I didn't get up and walked out on it. But I seriously doubt The Twilight Saga will leave a big mark in the vampire genre. Not like Interview with the Vampire did, Not like The Lost Boys did, Not like Dracula did. At least that's what I believe. That's probably the reason why I'm not up-in-arms about it. I don't think it's here to stay. The movie had it's cliché moments, its interesting moments, and its "oh c'mon! Are you kidding me!?" moments. It's ridiculous (although understandable) to me how popular it became, but to each his own. Now, having said that, when you tell me it's the best book "ever" written, to that I shake my head and say: You need to read more, because boy...

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it?

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Friday, July 30, 2010

This is freakin ridiculous

I'll be the first one to say technology doesn't really do it for me. I like it, but in moderation. I have a cellphone, in which I keep all my music and have Internet access, a laptop, an older than old TV and a car. That's all I need and that's all I want. I don't care for ipods, or plasma TV's, flat screens, Mac gadgets, kindles, top notch speakers, or any other techy gadgets out there. Not to say I would reject any of those things if they were given to me as a present, but I'm simple gal, at least in that respect. Also, we move a lot, so the only things I like to accumulate are shoes and books. No framed pictures, decorations, or posters in my room. And that's the way I like it. Yeah, I feel it inhibits my creativity a bit, but for now I keep my creativity in my closet and writing, not on my walls.

Now, having said that, when your TV is so old that the broken antennae can't actually get a signal unless you build a tall and rather dangerous tower of books so you can connect to channel 13 so that you can watch Seinfeld re-runs...maybe it's to give newer technology a chance.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Stills from "Blame it on Rio"

I really liked this movie. Granted it wasn't a great movie, but it was a light, funny, B-movie that featured great scenery from Rio, funny one-liners, and Michael Caine in big glasses and curly hair. So that alone was enough to make me watch it despite the bad reviews. What I didn't expect was all the cute outfits Michelle Johnson (who plays Caine's Character's love interest) was going to wear =)

The house the characters stayed in, plus the beautiful landscape made me want to take a vacation, like, right now.

I have a dress shirt exactly like that but the collar doesn't stay up anymore :( Does anybody else out there think men's dress shirts are the most comfortable thing to wear too? I could literally have hundreds of those.

I just loved the white-orange combo. I like white, don't really care for orange but Michelle just makes it work. And that suit is to die for.

I wish I could pull off the light, pink, breezy dress and hat...Love it on her, just not my style.

Another thing not a lot of people can pull off: a green blouse, turquoise pants and an orange scarf, plus a white jacket?! If you watch the movie, you see her pulling all of those items beautifully.

I LOVED this red dress! The grainy picture does not do it justice. It will forever remain ingrained in my brain until I find it somewhere...somehow...

Pink jeans and red tie, plus a newsboy cap. I've done the tie thing, the cap thing, the pink jeans thing?? Not exactly my style, but Michelle looks absolutely pretty in them.

I can definitely say "Blame it on Rio" is one of my favorite "bad" movies. You know those movies that are so bad, they are good? I found it funny and light despite the obvious goofs. And Michael Caine with curly hair? Delicious.

Oreo Plays Dead!!


He has finally given me a reason why I shouldn't kick his expensinve little butt on the street!


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Because I need this in my life

And you do too. Everybody needs a batman-barking pug in their lives.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

It was "Beatles" day today at work

Too bad I got a bajillion customers and didn't get to really enjoy the songs.

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend

That advice would have come in handy today. Life IS very short for fussing and fighting. But sometimes fussing and fighting can be so much fun, though not very productive.

We can work it out...

All I want right now

Is a mutt. Seeing that I can only afford the one I already have, another one is out of the question. Which leaves me frustrated because it wouldn't be if the other people in this house did their share of the work. But you know what, I would also need to spend more time at home too. So if I finish school, I'll start making more money, in which case I won't need to work as much so by default, I'll spend more time at home...with my mutts :)

Two things melt my heart:

Bruce Springsteen and mutts.

Because I'm a mutt myself.

Friday, July 16, 2010

How is this nostalgic?

Are we there already? Are we at the point where the first generation ipod (but an ipod nonetheless) has become a nostalgic reminder of "back in the day" remarks? An ipod is not nostalgic! Tapes are nostalgic! Even CD players. A damn boombox is nostalgic. Not ipods.

I'm getting old.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I'm on Fire

For some reason I always equate driving late at night with Bruce Springsteen...I just have to listen to "I'm on fire" at least once when I have to drive very late at night and there are barely any cars on the freeway.

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Being a groupie is so my dreams..

So I'm at a Bon Jovi concert alone. Blackout. I'm on the stage. Blackout. At some point, Jon invites me to go back with him and the band to his hotel. Another blackout and now I'm holding his hand walking towards the hotel room. I look so freakin smitten in love. We play boardgames, listen to music and Richie Sambora sings karaoke to Eric Clapton's "After midnight." I sing a Juanes song and then Jon playfully kicks the band out.

And then I know I'm about to get my heart broken...the impending sense of doom was so nostalgic. I knew what was going to happen and what wasn't going to happen. I knew I could leave and save myself the heartbreak, or stay, savor the sweet sweet moment, and deal with reality that would undoubtedly hit me in the face after I left the hotel room.

I stayed.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Old post I wanted to keep

Once upon a time, in a land far far away. . . more specifically South America, there was a girl who had a photo album. This album contained every single photographic evidence of her existence. It captured moments from her infancy to childhood, and then her pre-teen years. This girl had to travel and leave the life she knew behind, and with it, her album. It got lost somehow and to this day, it remains lost somewhere in the land of the Incas. . .O.K., actually, we left the albums behind. I can't remember why. I think we left it with my older brother and he lost them. Anyhoo, the album is lost somewhere in the city and someone now has naked pictures of me. Scandalous!
So off we go to Asia where, for some reason, the pictures were lost too. Now I'm here in sunny California where all my pictures are in another kind of album, one inside my laptop. A laptop that was invaded by a mean virus who took over the mother ship. Now every picture I have ever had is gone, which is funny because, before my laptop, there was a desktop computer, and the same thing happened to that computer. It's like my past is gone. A big black hole, like the ones out there in the galaxy, sucked it all.
It's not a big deal but I think it's funny I also don't remember much about my childhood. What a life ;)

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Viva La Raza!

Well, this goes for Vicente Fernandez and all of my mexican friends. I'm gonna try my best to wake up at 7am tomorrow, MY DAY OFF, to watch Mexico vs South Africa. And since I'm feeling extra mexican today, I'm making a list of my favorite mexican things.


Vicente Fernandez


Salma Hayek



To be Continued...