tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201012222024-03-06T23:59:04.821-06:00Tout va bien...Just a look into my life... believe me, it's nothing Oscar worthy, but it's still worth a look!Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-432166790736971632007-02-08T20:10:00.000-06:002007-02-08T15:15:52.080-06:00I'm Famous!I was the one who submitted this to Overheard in Minneapolis! Some people are so NOT P.C.<br /><br />Go here to read what I overheard:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.overheardinminneapolis.com/2007/02/all_that_when_hey_you_chinaman.html">All That When "Hey You! Chinaman!" Will Work Just Fine.</a>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-13347912095427180782007-02-08T15:11:00.000-06:002007-02-08T15:13:30.603-06:00AnnaR.I.P Anna Nicole Smith...<br /><br />HOLLYWOOD, Fla. — Anna Nicole Smith, the former Playboy playmate whose bizarre life careened from marrying an octogenarian billionaire to the untimely death of her son, died Thursday after collapsing at a South Florida hotel, one of her lawyers said.<br /><br />Smith, 39, collapsed and was unresponsive while staying at the Seminole Hard Rock Cafe Hotel and Casino, said the attorney, Ron Rale. She was rushed to a hospital.<br /><br />"She checked in Monday at 8 p.m. as a guest. She was due to check out tomorrow," said Danielle Giordaano, a spokeswoman for the hotel.<br /><br />Smith had been a tabloid staple even before she became Playboy's playmate of the year in 1993. Readers were fascinated by her bombshell good looks, her marriage to an elderly billionaire and subsequent court fight over his estate, her weight fluctuations, and last year, the sudden death of her 20-year-old son, Daniel Smith.<br /><br />A former topless dancer, she made her name squeezing into Guess jeans. She resembled the late actress Marilyn Monroe, a similarity played up in her Guess magazine ads, billboards and department store displays.<br /><br />In 1994, she married 89-year-old oil tycoon J. Howard Marshall II, the head of oil-based Koch Industries, which is part of a family fortune worth at least $400 million.<br /><br />He died in 1995, setting off a feud with her former stepson, E. Pierce Marshall, over whether she had a right to his estate.<br /><br />A federal court in California awarded Smith $474 million in a complicated legal twist that began after she declared bankruptcy. That was later overturned.<br /><br />But in May, the U.S. Supreme Court revived her case, ruling that she deserved another day in court in her battle with her former stepson.<br /><br />The justices said only that federal courts in California could deal with her case despite a Texas state court ruling that Marshall was the sole heir to the estate.<br /><br />Then, the stepson died June 20 at age 67. But the family said the court fight would continue. Daniel Smith died Sept. 10 in his mother's hospital room in the Bahamas, just days after she gave birth to a daughter.<br /><br />An American medical examiner hired by the family, Cyril Wecht, said he had methadone and two antidepressants in his system when he died. Low levels of the three drugs interacted to cause an accidental death, Wecht said.<br /><br />Meanwhile, the paternity of her now 5-month-old daughter remained a matter of dispute.<br />She was born Vickie Lynn Hogan on Nov. 28, 1967, in Houston, one of six children of Donald Eugene and Virgie Hart Hogan.<br /><br />She married Bill Smith in 1985, giving birth to Daniel before divorcing two years later.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-86690479103109964292007-02-06T15:24:00.000-06:002007-02-06T15:28:38.221-06:00BertachelAfter much torment and angst, we just couldn't keep our old version of Bertachel alive. It failed to survive the transition from the old blogger to the new blogger. We had no option but to kill the old Bertachel and create a new one.<br /><br />But don't fret my pets! We were able to move most of our old posts to the new <a href="http://bertachel.blogspot.com">Bertachel</a> and we have even began writing new posts! So make sure to check it out! We promise to try and post more on Bertachel this time around, rather than every 2-3 months. <br /><br />May the flogging of fashion continue!Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-60773938148860366252007-01-30T15:16:00.000-06:002007-01-30T15:25:23.996-06:00BAM!I am listening to "Moonlight In Vermont" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, and is it me, or do these musicians not mesh well together? <br /><br />Take the menthol-cool stylings of Ella for instance - she's singing beautifully about moonlight in Vermont, voice smoother than silk... putting me at ease. Then BAM! Armstrong explodes into the soft setting and takes away the charm and velvety goodness of the music.<br /><br />Just a random thought I thought I'd share with everyone.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-32952506238483174422007-01-26T09:52:00.000-06:002007-01-26T10:57:31.809-06:00ShuffleI put my iPod on shuffle just now, and I decided to write about the first 5 songs that it pulls up, and talk about one memory I have about that song... so here it goes!<br /><br /><strong>1. "Tired And Lonely" from Way Markings (songs adapted from Dag Hammerskjold's diary) - Sung by The Choir of Christ Chapel</strong><br />First of all, this makes me laugh so hard because out of 1,582 songs, my iPod decides to bring this one up first. This is part one of four, I think, of a piece we sang my sophomore year in Chapel Choir. We all hated it by the end, mainly because our crazy director with the lazy eye was so into this piece. She would always go into detail about how Dag Hammerskjold was the U.N. Secretary General and was such a great man; and people found his diary after he died in a plane crash in the Congo and wrote his words into music. Most of all we hated it because we were forced to practice singing and saying the letters "K" and "S", and our director would make us go over, and over, and over practicing the correct amount of force and annunciation we used with words containing those letters. Oy vey. With words like, "melt water trickles down the rocks" and how his "fingers are numb and knees tremble" - this song would make anyone want to plug their ears... but man, it brings back some funny memories.<br /><br /><strong>2. "One Word" by Kelly Osbourne<br /></strong>Matt and I first heard this song at the Saloon. It was playing in the video bar, and I fell in love with it right away for some reason. When I finally downloaded it off iTunes, I noticed that there was some French being spoken in the background, but I could never really pick up on what they were saying because the music and Kelly's voice was too loud. Matt and I would pretend to know what they were saying in French and sing along, but it always just came out as whatever we wanted it to be with a heavy French accent. It is a good song, but it was one of those songs that I listened to again and again, so I got sick of it after a while. I haven't listened to it for quite some times... I forgot it is a fun song.<br /><br /><strong>3. "Dream About You" by Keri Noble</strong><br />I don't really have any one memory about this song, other than my friend Missy gave me a copy of Keri Noble's CD that this song is on. It does make me think a lot about friends that I have lost touch with through the years. And for some reason it always made me think of my ex-girlfriend (yes, I said girlfriend. I was "straight" for about 23 years...) Robin. I always felt like I left that relationship in a bad way, and I always regretted how that all ended and wish I could have gone back and done things differently. We are still friends today, but rarely see each other. This song is kind of, ok VERY, sad. It makes you think a little!<br /><br /><strong>4. "Happy New Year B" from the original cast recording of "RENT"</strong><br />Though I've never seen the stage production of "RENT", I did see the movie the day it came out. So my memory tied to this song is the movie. Matt and I went to see it in Eagan, and there were a large number of high schoolers and "Rent Heads". The high schoolers were all the theater kids and when the movie started they practically gave a standing ovation and I wanted to turn around and give them all a stern, adult talking-to, but decided not to. Anyway, this was the first time I had actually heard the whole sound track in one sitting. I hadn't heard all of the songs before either, and this was when I fell in love with the music from the show.<br /><br /><strong>5. "Estampie Natalis" sung by The Gustavus Choir</strong><br />I loved this song. We sang it for Christmas in Christ Chapel my senior year when I was in G-Choir. It was a good song, and it was kind of different and fun. My favorite part was the end, because we had bells, a violin, and a tambourine that all went nuts at the end... plus we had to be very shrill and slide up from low to high, so we were practically screaming at the end. Good times. The tenors started this piece alone and I remember we had so much trouble getting off on the right foot with this song sometimes. After we had practiced it long enough and should have had it pitch perfect, we would still get it wrong sometimes and get that look from Dr. Aune... the one that looked like the flesh was about to melt off his face and he was going to come up and shake us to death. It's times like that when I miss singing in choir.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-23538719831786823722007-01-24T07:52:00.000-06:002007-01-24T10:32:05.722-06:00WARNING: Explicit Photo Below<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wFXY4ViM_Mi-G5iAdrsfNuay5HAxLDn8mi9X8mi8D_boXqG3MbP6qSCE2UqBRU1JnKIhDt9j4Gol3Itz1CzmdiHQyJWjxcnZs_rOGBBb_3GviWR2a04N9EMEt8ZulCS6r10LpA/s1600-h/LeBachmannKiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023595469077461794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wFXY4ViM_Mi-G5iAdrsfNuay5HAxLDn8mi9X8mi8D_boXqG3MbP6qSCE2UqBRU1JnKIhDt9j4Gol3Itz1CzmdiHQyJWjxcnZs_rOGBBb_3GviWR2a04N9EMEt8ZulCS6r10LpA/s320/LeBachmannKiss.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Tout Va Bien's caption: The role of "horned-up, crazy groupie" was played by Minnesota Congresswoman Michelle Bachmann Tuesday night in the nation's capital.</span></div><br />Tout Va Bien Associated Press<br />WASHINGTON, D.C.<br /><br />Drying her moistened loins after attending her first State of The Union address, Minnesota's homophobe, Michelle Bachmann, gets her rocks off and nearly collapsed after planting a wet one on President Bush Tuesday night.<br /><br />After clamoring for not one, but TWO autographs from the President and doing some major ass-kissing, LeBachmann could not keep her hands off Mr. Bush. Face plastered with a smile and sporting her deranged, devil eyes, LeBachmann made it a point to keep looking in the President's direction like some poor neglected puppy until he noticed her at least 10 times.<br /><br />Questioned about her highly inappropriate kiss, LeBachmann had no comment for the Tout Va Bien Press; however, our inside source attending the President's speech overheard LeBachmann mentioning something about God telling her to kiss him, just as He told her to run for Congress.<br /><br />We here at TVB can only assume that LeBachmann is concocting a plan to break-up the President's marriage to Laura Bush by performing romantic/sexual acts on the President in public. TVB experts and analysts predict her next move on Mr. Bush to be a public act of the "oral" nature.<br /><br />Upon touching the President's shoulder one last time as he exited the House of Representatives, LeBachmann creamed herself and fainted again. There has been no update on her current condition.<br /><br />Reaction by the public about the kiss has been unanimous - when shown the photo above and asked about whether or not the kiss was appropriate, 100% of those polled began violently vomiting and were unable to answer our question.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-55807907253567799662007-01-17T10:25:00.000-06:002007-01-17T11:28:43.095-06:00"Minne-hopeless"Is it me, or did the American Idol auditions in Minneapolis suck? Randy Jackson called us "Minne-hopeless". After one singer, Simon Cowell said that his horrid performance pretty much summed up the Minnesota auditions: useless at everything. Ryan "I'm Gay But Too Scared To Come Out" Seacrest even called our region the "Midworst". One would think that out of 10,000 auditionees that they would put many people through to Hollywood, but no - a measley 17 people advanced. Sad.<br /><br />I know they mostly pick the bad singers to be on TV for ratings and whatnot, but here is a sampling of some of the characters they aired last night, making Minnesota look like a bunch of bumbling morons... I promise we aren't as stupid as they made us look!!!<br /><br />1. The show started off with the girl who absolutely LOVES Jewel (who, by the way, made a lovely addition to the judging panel last night! She made ugly Paula look like a pile of puke!)... dresses like Jewel, tried to sing like Jewel, and sort of looked like her too if Jewel were younger and had over-processed hair and beaten with an ugly stick. After collapsing to the floor practically begging to be let through to Hollywood for about 10 minutes, they finally kicked her out and moved on to the next disaster.<br /><br />2. The weird girl who sang the Cowardly Lion song from "The Wizard of Oz", LIKE the Cowardly Lion sang it. All I can say is, ODD. At first I didn't realize that was her actual audition piece, until she finished and smiled at the judges... I thought she was singing like that as a joke. Apparently not. And the special poster she made to go along with it? It looked like a kindergartener's art project.<br /><br />3. The girl who sang "Kiss" by Prince. Was there really a highlight to this performance? I don't think so, considering she forgot the lyrics THREE WORDS INTO THE SONG. Then she just kind of held her hand up to her ear like she had headphones on and barely sang. It was one of those moments where you're embarassed for the fool on TV. I had to turn away, it was too sad.<br /><br />4. Jason Anderson from my hometown of Burnsville was by far the best worst audition of the night. He sang (horribly) while twirling his juggling sticks. His juggling sticks were the ones you see at the Rennaissance Festival... that wretched nerd fest out in the boonies. After they told him no, the judges got him to juggle some more, and even dance! It was so pathetic, and made me embarassed for Burnsville. Oy vey. I'm telling you, it was like a bad car accident. <br /><br />I called my little sister after that mess and she knows the juggling bear. He goes to her high school, and though she isn't friends with him, she said that she thinks he is one of the theater kids - oh boy! And then she said, "He'll probably get pushed down the stairs tomorrow." I cannot even begin to imagine how badly the other students are going to make fun of this poor kid today. He made an ass of himself on national television and then proceeded to curse and cry in the most dramatic fashion on his mother's shoulder in the lobby! He committed social suicide by auditioning. I wonder if he had any idea that his audition was going to be broadcast to the world? I can't wait to talk to my sister and see what happened to him at school today. Is that bad of me?Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-56605114616462978202007-01-16T14:29:00.000-06:002007-01-16T15:33:51.199-06:00Co-workers = Gross1. The Nail Clipper - Since when is it appropriate to clip one's nails at work? I have serveral co-workers who clip their nails at work, and I find it utterly repulsive. Not that my co-workers are the classiest bunch, but still - it's disgusting. I hear that clipping noise and it makes me want to walk over to them and shove the clippings up their nose (while wearing rubber gloves, mind you). I am deathly afraid that someday a clipping will take flight and find its way into my coffee or my hair. Just the thought of it makes me want to vomit a little in my mouth. My friend, Dena, in Chicagoland regales me with stories of her co-worker, Arthur, who clips his nails almost daily with scissors. No matter how many times she throws his scissors away, he manages to find another pair and clip away. So apparently it is a universal thing and not just limited to Transport America. If they continue clipping at work, I think I'll start peeing in the middle of the row I sit in. Yes, that might be just as bad as clipping. I'll whip out my who-who-dilly, start spinning around real fast, and pee.<br /><br />2. The Walking Air Freshener - Strong perfume... whew! I have a co-worker who, I believe, dips herself in lilac perfume every morning. It is so over-powering that my eyes start to water the instant I sit down at my desk in the morning. The smell evetually wears off around 2pm, but those first 7 hours are complete torture. The smell eventually gets to be a cross between a lilac, the Como Zoo Conservatory, and an ash tray. I'm pretty sure there is something about wearing strong perfume in our employee rule book. I'll have to investigate.<br /><br />3. The Incubus of Viral and Bacterial Plague - Co-workers who don't wash their hands... I cannot tell you how ill this makes me. It freaks me out more than #1 on this list. These people really make me want to wear a biohazard suit to work every day. You know who I am talking about! You're in the bathroom minding your P's and Q's and you hear/see the co-worker walk away from the urinal or stall, and walk right on out the door! At that point I freeze, start to panic a little inside, and hyperventilate. I feel so dirty that I must stand at the sink and practically scrub my hands raw, dry my hands with four paper towels, and then use those paper towels to grab the door handle and walk out. Just writing this gives me the heebie jeebies. And if I see who the culprit is, I have a hard time communicating or making eye contact with them the rest of the day knowing what they've done.<br /><br />I believe the Transportation Industry harbors many of these types of people listed above. They are a weird, crude, rude, and GROSS bunch of people sometimes. Not everyone here is weird, crude, rude, and gross... but that group of normal people has a far smaller population.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-50847640634175870702007-01-11T13:26:00.000-06:002007-01-11T15:00:02.974-06:00Oui, oui, le resistance!I saw protesters today! Alive and kicking protesters!!! I couldn't believe it! And here in Eagan... home of our Republican governor! I thought, <em>how French</em>! Protesting is like a national sport in France and ranks right behind soccer. Oh la la!<br /><br />They were protesting the proposal of sending 21,500 more troops over to Iraq. I was so proud of my little Minnesotans! I thought one of them was standing at the off ramp on 35E, but after getting closer and reading the man's sign, I realized he was just a drifter looking to work for food or something. The light was green so I didn't stop to throw some change at him, but like I would have actually done that had the light been red.<br /><br />I didn't watch the President's speech, but I certainly read about it in the New York Times and Washington Post. It's amazing how many people are not pleased with the troop surge as well as extending current soldiers' tour of duty. Not only the protesters I saw today, but also our governor Timmy and many other Republicans serving in our nation's capital don't approve of the new plan. Personally I think Bush-whacker's admittance to not sending more troops initially and pretty much admitting we are losing is way over due and it comes too late.<br /><br />"... Senator Chuck Hagel, Republican of Nebraska, said the president’s policy was “very, very dangerous." DUH.<br /><br />And when he was speaking to Condoleeza Rice: "Matter of fact, I have to say, Madame Secretary, that I think this speech given last night by this president represents the most dangerous policy blunder in this country since Vietnam, if it’s carried out,” said Mr. Hagel, who was seriously wounded in Vietnam. “I will resist it.”<br /><br />Oy vey. This is enough to make my head spin. I was reading the Star Tribune online this morning and they interviewed the family of a friend of a friend as they were watching the President's speech last night. Their son, Ryan, is fighting in Iraq leading special convoys. He was supposed to go to Iraq and serve as a medic, but was assigned to lead convoys due to his knack for spotting roadside bombs. Scary. He was supposed to come home in March from his year long tour of duty, but now his tour has been extended for an unknown period of time. I have met Ryan's twin brother, Eric, a few times over the years, and Eric is getting married in the fall, and there is a good chance that his best man and brother won't be home for it.<br /><br />I said before that I didn't watch the speech, and that was due to the fact that A.) I didn't really want to since most news stations already gave a run down of what he was going to talk about; and B.) I was watching the movie "Steel Magnolias" instead. I love that movie. Makes me cry every time! Plus I'd much rather watch a sappy dramedy about six southern belles, who at one point describe their gay-dar as any man named Nick, Steve, or Randy who has track lighting installed in their house.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-37928233187101731792007-01-11T13:24:00.000-06:002007-01-11T13:25:45.692-06:00GassyI just got gas for $1.95 per gallon. I haven't seen gas prices that low in who knows how long. I filled up for a mere $25! I couldn't believe it! What a wonderful day for gas prices. Let's hope they continue to get lower.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1732650545552489642007-01-08T09:43:00.000-06:002007-01-08T09:48:38.775-06:00Has this ever happened to you?1.) You know when you are standing in a large retail chain – like, I dunno, Target, we’ll say – looking at knives with your best friend, and a middle aged woman behind you rips off the biggest fart you have ever heard? No? You’ve never experienced that same situation before? Well, it happened to Rachel and I this weekend at the Target in Roseville. <br /><br />Do you notice that it seems to fall dead silent at the exact moment you hear a fart, burp, or someone briefly talking loudly about the topics of sex or genitals in public? It seems like all of a sudden that is the one and only thing you hear in the entire world.<br /><br />Rachel and I heard this woman fart, and I’m pretty sure it scared the culprit more than it did us. We immediately had to halt all discussions about which santoku knife that Rachel should buy, and run two aisles down and begin laughing hysterically for 10 minutes.<br /><br />I’m sure the woman was mortified, but it provided unlimited entertainment for us.<br /><br />2.) You know when you’re in Banana Republic and you see four young kids sitting on the floor around an ottoman and they’re making their pieces of candy have sex with each other? No? Haven’t been in that situation either? Again… happened to Rachel and I this weekend too.<br /><br />Banana Republic is usually a fairly quiet store except for the music playing overhead, so naturally the first thing we hear when we walk in are moaning and other sexual sounds. We walk further towards the back of the store and we see four small kids sitting on the floor banging pieces of M&M’s together (kind of like when you made Ken and Barbie kiss each other when you were a kid… basically smashing their faces together) while making sex noises and giggling. And no, this wasn’t my interpretation of the situation, it is definitely what they were imitating. I heard one of them say, “now make these ones “do it” together!”<br /><br />Wow. Kids these days!Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-33710907072597120482007-01-04T13:47:00.000-06:002007-01-04T13:51:32.337-06:00Annie, Annie! Are you ok?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJgSUVWO19j98MnqPHg8RL7hrIvYBwKmkAcLpNqISLenzoxaz4vjKuu1vO8jt5_SGL1absR_fmx8m1mTmwSv6jjI6tjk9JSlUBIn2H_faoDHmvwOxU1BT_3HKCkZ7TC-7iYxb0A/s1600-h/GenImage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016265082339022146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJgSUVWO19j98MnqPHg8RL7hrIvYBwKmkAcLpNqISLenzoxaz4vjKuu1vO8jt5_SGL1absR_fmx8m1mTmwSv6jjI6tjk9JSlUBIn2H_faoDHmvwOxU1BT_3HKCkZ7TC-7iYxb0A/s320/GenImage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Annie, Annie!!! <a href="http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2007-01-04T171703Z_01_SP134430_RTRUKOC_0_US-KOREA-BABIES-ROBOT.xml">You're in labor!!!</a></div>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-48582530557686380742007-01-04T11:16:00.000-06:002007-01-04T11:17:13.334-06:00Fashion where you least expect it...LOL:<br /><br />"We are talking full shrubs here, not mangy soul patches, the kind of beards that gay bears once seemed to be the only ones to flaunt (the better to attract each other at bars and roundups like the annual Bearapalooza or the Furball in Canada). "<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/04/fashion/04fashion.html?ex=157680000&en=69c281f1fd3966ed&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink">Go here to read the full article.</a>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-7440378660219126642007-01-04T10:09:00.000-06:002007-01-04T10:13:56.105-06:00I carry your heart with mei carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)<br /><br />i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root, and the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /><br />i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)<br /><br />~ e.e. cummingsRobertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-78151686684412963782007-01-03T11:40:00.000-06:002007-01-03T13:11:14.527-06:00Hello 2007I have successfully started on one of my resolutions for this year - working out. *Applause, Applause, Courtsey, Blow Kisses* I did the elliptical machine yesterday afternoon for 15 minutes without stopping... I <em>know</em>! Great, huh?<br /><br />I was managing a pretty consistent pace for the first 8 minutes, but then I felt like I was dying and I could really feel the burn in my chest. They say that burning sensation is an indicator that the exercise is working and you're burning fat, but I am <em>pretty</em> sure the burning isn't supposed to be happening in your chest AND it was only my first time exercising in who knows how long, so I'm sure I wasn't supposed to be experiencing that. My eyes were also burning but that is because I was sweating so much and it was getting in my eyes (plus I could see my reflection in the window, tummy jiggling and all which I am sure contributed to the burning). I'm sure I looked like a big old mess afterward, but I didn't care... I am on my way to getting in shape!<br /><br />After that finished, I did a little stretching and some abdominal work back in the apartment. I really think I will be able to stick with exercising. I shall always keep a mental image of an Abercrombie model in my head and hope that some day I can look like that. Yes, I shouldn't be so focused on how my body looks, but it'll help me keep motivated to lose a little weight so my family will stop rubbing my stomach every time they see me and saying "Buddah Belly".Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-9585617797136716822006-12-29T14:18:00.000-06:002006-12-29T14:24:20.091-06:00Verbatim"It would be like a ghetto NASCAR."<br /><br />Mistah F.A.B.<br /><br />Now, I don't think the <a href="http://www.startribune.com/484/story/904920.html">event</a> this quote is associated with would be the smartest thing to do.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-30338145609384221312006-12-29T10:45:00.000-06:002006-12-29T11:07:37.611-06:00ResolutionsI was trying to think of a New Years resolution that I could make (and actually follow through with) this year. So, I have managed to come up with some pretty sensible ones:<br /><br />1. Start a 401K. I know, I know. I don't have one yet, let the lectures begin. In all honesty, I haven't had the extra funds each paycheck to contribute to one, so maybe I can manage to put like $20 in each month. It's a start, right?<br /><br />2. Open a savings account. No lectures on this either! I used to have one but closed it out and used the money to buy my first car... haven't had the funds to start one since then. My bank requires I need at least $300 in there at all times (or else they charge me $5 a day), so that is what is holding me back at the moment. But when I get my tax returns back, a large majority of that money will be used to open a savings account.<br /><br />3. Lose some weight. This is pretty generic, but my metabolism has slowed way down since college and I'd like to shed some of my tummy pudge and maybe even get my abs to show. I know they are buried deep in there somewhere.<br /><br />4. "Harsher punishment for parole violators, Stan................ and world peace!" Ok, so this one was a joke, but 10 points to whoever can name the movie this is from!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</span></strong>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1166794672200058722006-12-22T07:30:00.000-06:002006-12-22T07:46:59.506-06:00Happy Birthday, Blog!I am a horrible Dad to my blog... I frequently neglect it, forget to feed it, and miss its school plays... and apparently I almost forget when its birthday is... BUT luckily, I remembered before it was too late!!!<br /><br />So - <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG! You officially turn 1 today! </span></strong><br /><p>Thank God I remembered or else someone might have called social services on my ass.</p><p>I'd also like to send out a big <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">M</span><span style="color:#009900;">E</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">R</span><span style="color:#009900;">R</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Y</span> <span style="color:#009900;">C</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">H</span><span style="color:#009900;">R</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span><span style="color:#009900;">S</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">T</span><span style="color:#009900;">M</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span><span style="color:#009900;">S</span>/<span style="color:#3366ff;">HANNUKAH</span>/<span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">K</span><span style="color:#009900;">W</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A</span><span style="color:#000000;">N</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Z</span>A</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A</span></strong> (however you spell it) to everyone!!!</p>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1166403751384720472006-12-17T19:02:00.000-06:002006-12-17T19:14:58.023-06:00I will try to fix you<embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2u6k-99qcCE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br />This is a rendition of Coldplay's "Fix You" as sung by the Young at Heart chorus. I found this video on <a href="http://www.scott-o-rama.com/">Scott's</a> blog.<br /><br />The YouTube video description says this clip is "from a documentary shown on Channel 4 in the UK called <a href="http://www.youngatheartchorus.com/">Young at Heart</a>, the name of the New England octogenarian chorus line. The performer here is Fred Mittle, who suffers from congestive heart failure. This song was intended to be a duet between Fred and another chorus member, Bob Salvini. Sadly, Bob died of a heart attack and it was left to Fred to carry the song on his own."<br /><br />I thought this was an amazing and moving video. It really adds emotional weight to an already intensely powerful song when it is placed in this sort of context. It makes you take a step back and realize how much you wish you could try to fix certain problems plaguing the ones you love - whether health or emotional.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1165873374503502842006-12-11T15:22:00.000-06:002006-12-11T15:42:54.583-06:00I's lerned lotz at skool<a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/12/confessions_of_.html">This is the most hilarious post I have read in a long time.</a> <br /><br />I'm thinking of starting an organization a la P.E.T.A. because of this subject... except call it something like "People for the Ethical Treatment of Audiences: Dedicated to eliminating the exposure of idiotic celebrity ramblings to audiences nationwide". It's like the really dumb popular girl in high school trying to validate herself with something that is CLEARLY not meant to even get a "Check Plus" in a first grade spelling test. The sad thing is - a first grader could probably write something far more cohesive and intellectual than Ms. Lohan.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1165417836953701222006-12-06T08:35:00.000-06:002006-12-06T11:56:49.470-06:00Way to go, Lance!<a href="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/5/56163d80-b689-4926-b266-efaf9c1e4aa5-big.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/5/56163d80-b689-4926-b266-efaf9c1e4aa5-big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another celebrity power couple has taken a trip to Splitsville. Oh, wait, did I say power couple? I meant Lance finally kicked Reichen to the curb... probably after he realized that the Third Reich was just using him to advance his own career and "celebrity status", if he even ever had a celebrity status after all the buzz about winning the Amazing Race died down. Well, unless you consider Reich's ground-breaking performance as the bartender at Chez Rouge on Days of Our Lives a big status booster, then whatever. He didn't even have any lines.<br /><br />Lance needs the freedom to play the field... be a manwhore! He did just come out after all, and the Third Reich was his first relationship... so he needs to experience what this gay world has to offer. It's Lance Bass for Pete's sake! He could get anyone he wants at this point. He is no longer viewed as the awkward looking former N'Sync-er with a fat face who is probably gay. He is now viewed as the aesthetically pleasing, slimmed down in the facial region, hot-to-trot millionaire and former N'Sync-er.<br /><br />So, you go boy! Way to get rid of Reichen! That relationship made me more uncomforatble than seeing Britney's cooter as she was getting out of Paris's car.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1165348267028993122006-12-05T13:47:00.000-06:002006-12-06T08:20:08.113-06:00Sicky<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/2002/1600/970974/Sick%20Luke.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/2002/200/374316/Sick%20Luke.jpg" border="0" /></a> Doesn't this make you a little sad? It makes me a little sad. My poor nephew is sick and this is the picture my sister sent me on my phone... I just want to hug the little guy! </div>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1165244015129653962006-12-04T08:51:00.000-06:002006-12-04T08:53:35.140-06:00Muscled McPiercedpenis would have been better...Chad: What's your name?<br /><br />Buff Stripper w/ 13 piercings: Diesel.<br /><br />Chad: Of course it is...<br /><br /><em>Brass Rail - Saturday night - Chad's 35th birthday outing.</em>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1164382940041542782006-11-24T09:30:00.000-06:002006-11-24T09:42:20.073-06:00Bobby KI went and saw "Bobby" last night. It was a pretty good movie, with an incredibly intense ending that left somewhat of an impact on me. During the last few moments of the film, the audio from a speech Robert F. Kennedy gave was played. I found it to be a very intriguing speech, and from time to time I think we need to be reminded of the great Americans of the past who spoke words of deep passion and relevance - - especially when my 18 year old niece leans over to me and asks who the movie is about and if "that guy" dies or not.<br /><br />Robert F. Kennedy on the Mindless Menace of Violence, April 5, 1968:<br /><br />This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives.<br /><br />It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.<br /><br />Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.<br /><br />No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.<br /><br />Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.<br /><br />"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lost their cause and pay the costs."<br /><br />Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.<br /><br />Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.<br /><br />Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.<br /><br />For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.<br /><br />This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all.<br /><br />I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.<br /><br />We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.<br /><br />Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.<br /><br />We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.<br /><br />Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.<br /><br />But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.<br /><br />Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20101222.post-1164130030323567132006-11-21T11:19:00.000-06:002006-11-21T11:27:10.336-06:00Let us be glad...<div align="center"> Let us be grateful!<br />Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue<br />The wicked workings of you-know-who...<br /><br />17 Days until... </div><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/Godslittlespunk/wicked_poster.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">And Chicago!</p><p align="center">Who's excited?! </p>Robertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06615369972935998641noreply@blogger.com1