Monday, August 27, 2012

Cindernella, That's My Name!

When I was a kid (this was before we moved into the new house, so I must have been about four) I had the best Cinderella book with a read-a-long record.  It was the best thing ever because I quickly learned to sing the song and insert my name into the song - especially when asked to do chores around the house.  This continued well into my high school years.  Now, as an adult, I still sing it either in my head or aloud to the family.  They hate this song.

If you would like to hear it set to music, the MP3 can be located here.

Lyrics to "Work Work Work"

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing...
Why, it's changed my name!

Once, I was just little Ella,
That's how I began
Now, I am a Cinder Ella
Always in my cinder place with ashes on my hands and face, I am!

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing...
Why, it's changed my name!

It's "Cinderella" that, and "Cinderella" this
and "Cinderella, hurry and get to it!"
Why, the way they worry me
They hurry me and scurry me and always try to hurry me to do it!

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing... (Cinderella!)
That's my name!

Update: There is a YouTube version:

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Just a note of appreciation

Dear Todd Akin -



Liberal Who Hopes the Senate Doesn't Swing to the Right

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I am not 40. Yet.

I laughed so hard that I am crying, sobbing, at my desk.

Here is the second trailer.

Marty, you might not want to watch.  I don't want to freak you out before it's time.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dedicated to Dr. Nagy

Dear Orthodontists of America -

No one is a bigger fan of you than I am.  I truly value your contributions to the beautification of our country, second only to the lasting legacy of Lady Bird Johnson.  If there is one thing that America is known for the world over, it is straight healthy smiles - which brings me to our U.S. Olympic Team.

I understand times are tough and the economy isn't what it used to be.  The credit market is tight and it's harder to get a loan for that second vacation home, many of you are paying back college loans, and the ex is demanding alimony.  Still, I think there are plenty of you that could financially take the hit for sponsoring a U.S. athlete.  (Note: Ryan Lochte, a grill does not quality as a brilliant smile, it just means you're a douche representing our country on the world stage.)

It's too late for the 2012 Olympic team, but I beg you to dig deep into your hearts and wallets for the 2014 and 2016 teams.  Just think, adopting an athlete could be your version of adopting a highway.  You could sponsor local track, swim, or gymnastics meets (just brainstorming.)

As purveyors of straight teeth, you owe it to your country to make sure we are seen in our best light.


Dedicated retainer wearer since 1989

Update, 8/8/12 - I just learned that Lolo Jones was, in fact, the beneficiary of some gifted/price reduced orthodontia.  Very cool!  Keep America pretty.  Now, how about helping some kids who aren't world class athletes?

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Because beating a dead horse is funny

To CFA or not CFA? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I'm boycotting Chick-Fil-A.

In the interest of full disclosure, I don't like the food and neither do the Superheroes, so perhaps "boycotting" isn't the best term to describe my relationship with CFA. (Which is too bad, because they *are* clean and they do have nice play areas - looking at you, McDs.)  What I have found interesting are the varied reactions on my Facebook page to the news that corporate CFA opposes gay marriage.  I'm glad that I have a variety of friends and family that come does on both sides of this issue, but I find the whole thing a little...dumb.  Yes, I believe that is the word I am looking for.  Dumb. I think it's gotten out of hand.

I consider myself to be a Christian but not the evangelical kind.  More of the live the good life-follow your own path- don't make me come down there kind.  I'm also pretty liberal in my politics and libertarian when it comes to people's personal lives.  I am opposed to the government being in anyone's bedroom because I can't handle the pressure of trying to perform for the likes of the Religious Right.  (Can you imagine?  It would be really uncomfortable.  Ok, now I have to throw up a little bit.)

I support and believe in gay marriage because I think they should have to pay the marriage penalty like everyone else.  And I really want my Gay Husband to find a nice socially connected architect who owns a beach house and will let us borrow it.  (No pressure, honey.)  And the gay wedding industry will kick start the American economy.  And it's really no one's business but their own. And I still can't exactly put my finger on how two men getting married somehow endangers my own marriage.  But I digress.

I think Chick-Fil-A, as a privately held family own company, is entitled to say and support whatever it believes in, though I think it's hypocritical to quote Leviticus in discriminating against gays (18:22 and 20:13), but not to observe Leviticus when it comes to pork on the breakfast menu (11:7-8).  Silly, you say?  Sure, but I'm in violation of holding a grudge (19:18) and not loving my neighbor as I love myself - though I try and that's why I love my gays but some people just irritate the hell out of me.

Anyway, support CFA, don't support CFA.  Doesn't matter to me.  I don't support hate, and I wouldn't patronize a place that thought marriage between two blacks or two Jews was wrong.  But if eating a chicken sandwich makes you feel like you are taking a stand for God and family, do what you need to do.

Wow.  Now I really want some Popeyes.  Aw, crap.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Ch Ch Ch Changes

I'm not sure how I feel about this, so feel I must get my thoughts written down to help me process this transition.

Snoop Dogg has changed his name.  He would now like to be known as Snoop Lion.  According to the article I read, he feels it's time for him to move beyond hip hop into reggae (also, he's the reincarnation of Bob Marley, but I'm going to ignore that for now.)  He promises his reggae will be family friendly, something I can listen to with the children (not that I have ever stopped listening to Snoop in the car.  What?  Gin and Juice is fine.)

Now, I loves me some Snoop and loves me some reggae, so I think I can accept this, as long as two conditions are met:

1) This is a one time only name change.  If this becomes a Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, Sean Combs thing, I'm out.

2) When I win the Powerball and buy my gentleman's farm in Virginia horse country, I expect Snoop Dogg to play the housewarming.  A little reggae is ok, but I'm paying for old school hip hop.  Capice?