Archives for March 2007

AI – Top 10

Love me some Gwen Stefani, y’all.

LaKisha Jones – “Last Dance” – First, it would seem that “Kiki” has picked up the Stephanie Edwards-cute dress torch, and for that I thank her. Second, I just feel like she’s not picking the right songs. She followed Simon’s instructions from last week in terms of redisovering her young and fun side, but this song wasn’t my favorite. It was good, don’t get me wrong; but I just didn’t think it was special. The judges, however, seemed to like it a lot, so good for her.

Chris Sligh – “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” – He did have a lot of trouble staying with the music. The part that bothers me the most is that I so want for him to stand out and be special, and it’s just not happening for him. He’s so likeable and funny, but he’s got to step up his vocal game if he’s gonna be a CONTENDAH.

Gina Glocksen – “I’ll Stand By You” – I thought this was hands-down her best performance of the competition. She sounded great, and she made me enjoy a song that I’ve never really liked before. I like her so much. And those fun red streaks in her hair are just gravy.

Sanjaya Malakar – “Bathwater” – WHAT IN THE SAM HILL? WHAT IN THE SAM EVER-LOVIN’ HILL? I can’t even talk about it. I can, however, give you three words: hot stinkin’ mess.

Haley Scarnato – “True Colors” – It wasn’t bad. But it just sounded like the background music to a commercial for a prescription medication. You know, the whole thing with a couple walking through the wheat field, a woman adjusting her sun hat, and a group of women throwing back their heads as they laugh and sip lemonade while an announcer warns the viewers that taking the medication could lead to dry mouth and stomach cramps. Which probably wasn’t the effect that Haley was going for at all.

Phil Stacey – “Every Breath You Take” – I thought he sounded pretty good considering that this song makes me want to run barefooted over red-hot coals and then stick my feet in a pool of menthol.

Melinda Doolittle – “Heaven Knows” – She looked so cute and fun, y’all! And she is absolutely the most consistent singer who has ever been in this competition. She is so great, and I just love the range of her voice…she sounds just as good singing those low notes as she does when she belts out the higher ones. Talent galore she has.

Blake Lewis – “Love Song” – Yes, it was an interesting interpretation of the song. I give him credit for his originality. But honestly, I was a little bored.

Jordin Sparks – “Hey Baby” – She’s adorable, but I didn’t love this song for her. There just wasn’t enough of a melody in this song for her to show off what she can do, so I sort of felt like she was “sing-talking” throughout her performance. She was definitely cute and playful, though.

Chris Richardson – “Don’t Speak” – I actually really, really liked his performance. This song sounded nothing like Gwen Stefani’s version, and that was a plus for me. He was a little nasal-sounding in spots, but I loved the arrangement.

Who should go? The boy who wore his hair in lots of ponytails as if hoping to distract us from the fact that HE CANNOT SING VERY WELL AT ALL.

Best of the night? Once again, I loved Melinda – but I think my favorite performance tonight was Gina’s. No kidding.

Several Things

It is a list! And it is practical!

1. I am getting slammed by spam, and I’m not talking about the lunchmeat-type product you find on aisle five. Since I switched to WordPress I’ve gotten almost 40,000 pieces of comment / trackback spam, and while I do have a plug-in that catches most of it, the comments that are seeping through the filter are increasingly vile. Today I got a spam comment with a subject line so horrible that I wanted to take a shower after I saw it, and I decided that I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.

So I’m going to go back through every. single. post. and close comments and trackbacks. It’s going to take me a sweet forever, and I have no idea if those posts will re-publish in Bloglines (or other feedreaders) or not. If they do, I apologize in advance, because I know it won’t be much fun for y’all to see hundreds of old posts popping up again. But I have to do something…I’m sick of being bombarded by the nastiness.

Once I get all the old posts taken care of, I’ll leave comments on newer posts open for about a week, and then I’ll shut them down, too. And yes, it makes me angry that the filth parade is dictating a course of action on my part. But that’s another rant for another day.

2. My beloved Mississippi State Bulldogs take on West Virginia tonight in the NIT Semifinals. The game is at 6 central time on ESPN2, and WHO KNEW that a run in the NIT would actually be more fun than being, say, one and done in the NCAA tourney?

So all together now: “COME ON, NOW, SON!”

3. The pollen is so bad here that I can’t help but anticipate the moment when I will sneeze and my sinuses will actually fly out of my nose.

4. I mentioned something the other day about emailing people for permission to link to them in a post, and as a result of that comment I received several emails from people apologizing that they had linked to me without asking. Which was oh-so-sweet but totally unnecessary. So maybe I should elaborate.

  • I don’t mind anyone linking to me ever as long as you’re not the evil spam people.
  • I typically try to ask people before I link to them in a post because I thought there might be some people who would rather not have an unexpected surge of traffic.
  • I typically don’t ask people before I add them to my blogroll, mainly because adding someone to my blogroll doesn’t impact traffic like a link in a post might.
  • However, I am realizing, thanks to your emails, that most people require no advance linkage notification under any circumstances. They just WANT THE LINK-LOVE, BABY. :-)
  • Which makes me wonder: is there actually anyone who would prefer to be asked before someone with a good bit of traffic links to them? Or is this some elaborate blogiquette procedure that I’ve invented on my own? And that’s entirely unnecessary?

Enlighten me, oh interweb, in the comments.

A Long Overdue Update

When D.’s grandmother, Sissie, fell and broke her hip back in September, we knew that she was in for a tough recovery. At ninety-six years old she’s sharp as a tack mentally, but she’s not exactly in tip-top triathlon-ready shape. Come to think of it, neither am I, really, and I’m about sixty years her junior without the excuse of a broken hip, but that’s really neither here nor there and LOOK, INTERNETS! A SHINY COIN! TO DISTRACT YOU FROM MY PHYSICAL FITNESS FAILURES!

Anyway.

Sissie is frail, weighing in at not even a hundred pounds, and for the last, say, twenty years her favorite afternoon work-out has consisted of eating a single Pringle and drinking half a cup of coffee while she and D.’s mother, Martha (aka “Martie”), watch re-runs of Matlock. We’ve encouraged Sis to go hog-wild and have two Pringles, but it’s futile; she has refused on the grounds that she doesn’t want to lose her girlish figure.

You just can’t stay a size four for over eighty years by scarfing down the potato chips, people.

So given her physical limitations, therapy was a huge help in terms of getting a post-surgery Sissie out of a wheelchair and onto a walker, but she tired easily. Once the hospital discharged her – having done all they could do – Sissie insisted on going back to her home of over fifty years as opposed to “one of those death houses,” as she so lovingly referred to the nursing homes that were her only other viable option.

And as a result, she and Martha have lived with round-the-clock home health nurses for almost three months.

For the last several weeks, it’s been increasingly clear that the at-home care option was going to have to come to a close. Scheduling and supervising what essentially amounts to a small nursing staff has been a huge job, way more than Martha realized it would be, and just like a mother with a newborn baby, she has been the first one awake when Sissie has needed something in the middle of the night. More often than not Martha has had to get out of bed to rouse the night nurse (“Mother’s ringing her bell! She’s ringing her bell!”), and the wear of the relentless schedule has taken a toll in every possible way. On top of all that, sadly, Sissie’s physical condition hasn’t improved very much at all.

There have been bright spots, however; Martha and Sissie both have grown particularly fond of Carol and Mary, two home health workers who have proved to be completely and utterly reliable. They have shown up for work on time, loved Sissie like a member of the family, and each of them has been more than happy to stay with Sissie so that Martha could run to the bank or the mall or the beauty parlor for an hour or two in the mornings without fear that she’d return home at lunchtime to find a nurse sound asleep and Sissie attempting to break free of her walker so she could make a hot pan of cornbread and put a turkey breast in the oven, steadily complaining that THAT NURSE-WOMAN, MARTHA, SHE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING, SO I DECIDED TO JUST FIX LUNCH MYSELF.

At one point Martha remarked that she and Mary would be absolutely perfect roommates, that they just got along so well and had the best time talking, but when Martha opened her morning paper about a month ago and saw Mary’s photograph staring at her from the front page, she became slightly concerned that rooming with Mary might actually involve setting up house in the county jail. In which case Martha would probably take a pass on the whole roommate thing no matter how cute their matching bedspreads might be.

Not to mention that Martha wouldn’t be caught dead in horizontal stripes.

Apparently Mary was charged with a crime a few years ago after she had an altercation with her estranged husband, and since the wheels of justice are oftentimes slow to turn in small Southern towns, Mary was released on bail and never contacted again. When Mary explained the situation to her almost-roomie Martie, she was insistent that she’d lived in the same place with the same phone number ever since the unfortunate (alleged, involuntary) manslaughter-ish incident occurred, but since the authorities had never gotten in touch with her about, you know, a trial, Mary just assumed that nothing was going to come of the charges, that she was perfectly free to continue her work with the elderly and, I guess, to play Thelma to Martha’s Louise.

Not that Martha has ever done anything illegal, of course, because, I mean, she would just never, although there was that one time she bought “a blouse at the Goody’s and there was this darlin’ new clerk, a young clerk, and she had the most beautiful complexion even though she really wore too much make-up for my taste, but you could tell that under her make-up her skin was just peaches and cream, well the cute young girl didn’t take the security tag off of the blouse and do you know that those sensors, those sensors at the front of the store WENT OFF LIKE A SIREN and I just stood there! Just stood there! And my friend Rubena said, “MAAAAA-THA? IS THAT YOU THAT TOOK SOMETHING?” And I was mortified! Just mortified! But the manager came and helped me and just laughed and laughed because he knows me very well since I am a regular customer, and we got everything taken care of. We did!”

Oh, it’s funny because it’s true.

Needless to say, Martha was a bit put off by Mary’s alleged criminal behavior. And while I’m sure Martha would make an absolutely fabulous companion at a trial, what with dreaming up all sorts of clever uses for scarves and wraps in terms of covering up one’s handcuffs during the daily perp walk, it’s a sight we’ll never see. As it turned out, Mary’s alleged crime came to light right about the time that Martha and the rest of the family decided that it was probably best to explore other healthcare options for Sissie. It was absolutely necessary – but understandably sad. Sissie is the heart and soul of D.’s family, and I think we all sort of expected that she’d be at her house raking leaves and sweeping the driveway until she was at least 110.

So, long story long, Sissie has moved into a nursing home. She has been quite the trooper, and she knows that while it’s not the same as being at home, it’s the very best option for right now. Martha vows that it’s the most difficult decision she’s ever made – and I don’t doubt her for one second – because “it’s just my sweet privilege to take care of my mother! I would do anything for my mother! I just can’t imagine being at the house without my mother!” But she and Sissie are both doing well. They really are. This is no small feat considering that the two of them resist change to such a degree that they have had the exact same hairstyles for the last thirty years.

I mean, if the Aqua Netted silver ice cream cone atop your head isn’t broken, then really it would be just plain foolish to try to fix it.

From Everlasting To Everlasting

“Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.

Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-

who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,

who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,

who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

The LORD works righteousness
and justice for all the oppressed.

He made known his ways to Moses,
his deeds to the people of Israel:

The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.

He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;

he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.

For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;

as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;

for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.

As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;

the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.

But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children-

with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.

The LORD has established his throne in heaven,
and his kingdom rules over all.

Praise the LORD, you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.

Praise the LORD, all his heavenly hosts,
you his servants who do his will.

Praise the LORD, all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the LORD, O my soul.”
– Psalm 103

Thanks, sweet friend, for the reminder.

And praise you, Lord, for your mercy and your grace.

Happy Monday, everyone.

Expanding My Bloggy Horizons

One day a couple of weeks ago I found myself reading several new-to-me blogs written by some of the smartest women I’ve run across in the blogosphere. These women’s posts are articulate, thoughtful, intelligent – everything good.

Much to my surprise, a couple of the women had written about not having much blog traffic, and I was blown away by that. They should have traffic because they are thought-provoking and clever and inspiring. And needless to say, especially in light of their super smarts, I started to feel guilty for having a good many readers WHEN ALL I TALK ABOUT IS FRIED CHICKEN.

What’s even worse is that I was too stinkin’ intimidated to send any of them an email asking for permission to link to them because did I mention the part about their stunning brainiac-ness? I mean, compared to the stuff they’re posting on their blogs, any email from me would inevitably sound like “Me write blog too. Link your blog? You I think write pretty. Like very much letters and words you use.”

No kidding – these women should have people lined up to read their blogs (if that is in fact their desire), and I should have to, like, shine their shoes or something. And pray that the smarts permeate the leather and in turn rub off on me so that I can perhaps find a synonym for “smart” instead of using the same word over and over.

(And by the way, the women listed in my sidebar are also mighty intelligent, so be sure to check them out if you haven’t already.)

So as a result of discovering a whole new wave of super-smart (THERE I GO AGAIN) bloggers and thus confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt that my blog is waaaay down there on the intelligence totem pole, I have created a first-ever Blog Identity Statement (henceforth known as “BIS”) for BooMama, The Blawg:

“This blog is like a bottomless cup of lukewarm coffee. It may not always be particularly enjoyable, but it’s always there, and all things considered, it’s better than a hot pile of nothing.”

Inspiring, isn’t it?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch a Ti-Faux’d episode of “Dancing With The Stars.”

After all, it is quite cultural, you know.

Because you learn about the samba and the cha-cha. And stuff.

(I’m taking baby steps, internets. Baby steps. Any deep philosophical analysis will just have to wait because OH MY WORD IT’S JOEY FATONE.)

Last Post About The Beach. Promise.

As Alex and I pulled away from what he called “the kwondo” (condo) this afternoon and started our trip home, we had a sweet little conversation:

A: Mama, it was a real fun time at the beach.

Me: I know, baby. Daddy and I had so much fun with you.

A: But Mama, it’s over now. The pool is over, the floaties are over, the sand is over, the waves are over, the kwondo is over, the watching movies is over, and Mama, it’s time to go home.

Me [teary-eyed from all the adorableness]: You’re right, little man. It’s time to go home.

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So we’re home now.

And yes, it was a really fun time.