Alrighty then! I just got my confirmation number to get 2 free tickets to Ozzfest this year. Starting on the 12th I can put in what date I want, and print my tickets FOR FREE!!!!
Now, Ethan and I just have to decide where we want to see it-at Tinley Park in Chicago, or over in Detroit at DTE. I really enjoyed Tinley but I've never been to DTE, so I dunno. I'd like to go to Detroit, because the day after the Chicago show, Lamb of God is playing in Louisville Kentucky, and we really wanna go to that.
Now, you might ask-why not just wait until they come to Michigan? Because the venue they're playing at in Kentucky is a fucking SANATORIUM! It's Waverly Hills Sanatorium (anyone who knows some things about Haunted places in the US knows about this place) it's on the top 10 most haunted places in America. I really don't like LoG, but I'd deal with them for a show just to be in the Sanatorium. How cool would that be??
Okay. Just wanted to brag, haha
Tori
Monday, May 28, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
summer time...
...and the living's easy...
I can't think of anything real important to talk about, but I'm gonna ramble.
First topic:
Pornography.
Fast fact: One in three viewers of pornography are women. Fancy that!
Second Topic:
Toes
I hate my feet. I hate my toes. So, I keep them painted all the time. It's rare for me to not have polish on my toes, no matter what time of the year it is. Right now, they're black. They look cool. My 3 year old nephew LOVES having his toes painted. That's right-I'm the crazy aunt who lets her nephew have nail polish on his toes. My sister and bro in law don't mind, as long as I keep the a neutral color, like orange, or green or something. There is nothing better than seeing a little boy wander around playing, with bright orange toes. Hehe. It makes me giggle.
Third Topic:
Pickles
I love pickles. My dad makes homemade pickles, which makes me ultra happy. My boyfriend HATES pickles. He hates them to the point that after I eat pickles, he prefers that I brush my teeth before I try to get near him. But, I'm the same way with him and Taco Bell.
Last night, he got out of work at 3 am (he was Bouncing at the Orbit Room) and got himself some TB for din-din. I was about 10 feet away, and the smell of it made my stomach hurt. I made him brush his teeth before getting into bed.
I think that's about it. I have another pic of my niece I'll put up, it's absolutely adorable!! She's getting very big, and I'm getting excited about seeing her next weekend. YAY for nieces and nephews!!
Later all
Reading: Songs in Ordinary Time (it sucks. don't read it)
Listening: "santa monica" everclear
I can't think of anything real important to talk about, but I'm gonna ramble.
First topic:
Pornography.
Fast fact: One in three viewers of pornography are women. Fancy that!
Second Topic:
Toes
I hate my feet. I hate my toes. So, I keep them painted all the time. It's rare for me to not have polish on my toes, no matter what time of the year it is. Right now, they're black. They look cool. My 3 year old nephew LOVES having his toes painted. That's right-I'm the crazy aunt who lets her nephew have nail polish on his toes. My sister and bro in law don't mind, as long as I keep the a neutral color, like orange, or green or something. There is nothing better than seeing a little boy wander around playing, with bright orange toes. Hehe. It makes me giggle.
Third Topic:
Pickles
I love pickles. My dad makes homemade pickles, which makes me ultra happy. My boyfriend HATES pickles. He hates them to the point that after I eat pickles, he prefers that I brush my teeth before I try to get near him. But, I'm the same way with him and Taco Bell.
Last night, he got out of work at 3 am (he was Bouncing at the Orbit Room) and got himself some TB for din-din. I was about 10 feet away, and the smell of it made my stomach hurt. I made him brush his teeth before getting into bed.
I think that's about it. I have another pic of my niece I'll put up, it's absolutely adorable!! She's getting very big, and I'm getting excited about seeing her next weekend. YAY for nieces and nephews!!
Later all
Reading: Songs in Ordinary Time (it sucks. don't read it)
Listening: "santa monica" everclear
Monday, May 21, 2007
wth?
Alright. Now, this is going to be a post that may irritate some readers, but this is something that really bothers me.
The FDA has approved a vaccine that can prevent cervical cancer, and it's recommended that girls as young as 9 years old get it. The strain of HPV (human papillomavirus) that causes cervial cancer can only be spread through sexual contact.
It seems logical that any parent who wants to prevent cancer in their daughter would make sure that their daughter get the set of shots for the vaccine. (Most insurance companies cover the cost of all the shots, a total of 360 dollars).
But no. Parents (mostly conservative religious families, to be honest) are saying that by getting their daughter vaccinated against this strain of HPV will promote promiscuity, because they apparently think that since their daughters are protected against SOME types of HPV, they'll have more sex...which honestly doesn't make sense.
I see no reason why parents SHOULD NOT get their daughters vaccinated. Cervical cancer kills 10 women every DAY. 10 a day.
The reason I get so heated about this topic is because my mother had cervical cancer. Luckily, she's healthy now, didn't have to go through chemotherapy, radiation, just had to have surgery. But, she still had to deal with that.
If every girl at age 9 was required to get this shot, we could drastically reduce the cases of HPV, if not completely eliminate the virus all together.
I'm gonna post a link to the article that kind of set me off:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18769275/
Hopefully some of you ladies out there will read this, and get the vaccine, or at least get more information. And you men out there-encourage the ladies you know to look into this.
Here's the link to the actual site for the vaccine:
http://www.gardasil.com/cervical-cancer.html?WT.srch=1&WT.mc_id=GL047
-Out
The FDA has approved a vaccine that can prevent cervical cancer, and it's recommended that girls as young as 9 years old get it. The strain of HPV (human papillomavirus) that causes cervial cancer can only be spread through sexual contact.
It seems logical that any parent who wants to prevent cancer in their daughter would make sure that their daughter get the set of shots for the vaccine. (Most insurance companies cover the cost of all the shots, a total of 360 dollars).
But no. Parents (mostly conservative religious families, to be honest) are saying that by getting their daughter vaccinated against this strain of HPV will promote promiscuity, because they apparently think that since their daughters are protected against SOME types of HPV, they'll have more sex...which honestly doesn't make sense.
I see no reason why parents SHOULD NOT get their daughters vaccinated. Cervical cancer kills 10 women every DAY. 10 a day.
The reason I get so heated about this topic is because my mother had cervical cancer. Luckily, she's healthy now, didn't have to go through chemotherapy, radiation, just had to have surgery. But, she still had to deal with that.
If every girl at age 9 was required to get this shot, we could drastically reduce the cases of HPV, if not completely eliminate the virus all together.
I'm gonna post a link to the article that kind of set me off:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18769275/
Hopefully some of you ladies out there will read this, and get the vaccine, or at least get more information. And you men out there-encourage the ladies you know to look into this.
Here's the link to the actual site for the vaccine:
http://www.gardasil.com/cervical-cancer.html?WT.srch=1&WT.mc_id=GL047
-Out
Monday, May 14, 2007
your move, holy man...
So, yesterday was my niece's baptism, and I was one of her godmothers. Now, I was never baptized. My parents left it up to me to decided whether I wanted to be or not, and I chose not to. It doesn't bother me, I don't see it as being that big of a deal (I'm not a big church goer anyhow.)
The church my sister and bro in law go to did Communion during the service. I decided not to go up, as I don't feel it's right to do so, if you've never been baptized/christened/whatever. My sister, however, feels that I'm obligated to, seeing as how I'm a godmother.
The entire time I was up there, all I could think of was the Dane Cook comedy skit about going to church, and Communion. He makes a comment about taking the cracker (in my case, the bread) and about how he sometimes will stick his tongue out, and hold his hands out. He then says "Your move, Holy Man!" Good skit, inappropriate time to be thinking about comedy skits.
Now, my sister usually cuts my hair. The last time she did it, it ended up uneven. Like, to the point where I had a lock of hair at the front of my head, on each side, that was much shorter than the rest of the hair. And the back was cock-eyed. My sister says to me "Man-who the hell cut your hair the last time-it's uneven all over." I look at her and go "You did, jackass." "Oh. Whoops. Let's see if I can do better this time." That's not very promising, right?
I don't do extreme haircuts. I like it shoulder length, maybe a little longer. So, Saturday night, my sister gets ready to cut my hair. I point about a half inch below my shoulders and say "This is how long I want it." "Okay," she says, and gets ready to cut. She starts snipping, and I'm thinking to myself "Man, she's cutting awfully high.." Then, my bro in law leans into the kitchen, and he stares at me, open mouth, like "OH MY GOD!" I freak out, and find out that my sister apparently has moved my shoulders to where my chin is. The best thing I can think to say: "I always knew there was a reason why I don't pay you to do this."
In other news-I had an awesome ice cream bar last night, on our drive back up from Chicago. It was a Rollo ice cream bar. Caramel ice cream, with caramel through the center, and chocolate covering the whole thing. YUM! I love long drives just for the awesome snacks you find at the stops along the way. My favorite thing about the 12hour drive to see Ethan's family is that once we get to about Kentucky/Tennessee, almost all the gas stations have Slush Puppy machines. I love SP, and they also have Sonic's downthere-Sonic rocks!
Okay. I'm gonna hop in the shower, and read a bit. Later all
Tori
What I'm reading: "Songs in Ordinary Time" Mary McGarry Morris
What I'm listening to: Infinity on High (Fall Out Boy) "Let's Make a Memory" Bon Jovi, "Untouchable Face" Ani DiFranco
The church my sister and bro in law go to did Communion during the service. I decided not to go up, as I don't feel it's right to do so, if you've never been baptized/christened/whatever. My sister, however, feels that I'm obligated to, seeing as how I'm a godmother.
The entire time I was up there, all I could think of was the Dane Cook comedy skit about going to church, and Communion. He makes a comment about taking the cracker (in my case, the bread) and about how he sometimes will stick his tongue out, and hold his hands out. He then says "Your move, Holy Man!" Good skit, inappropriate time to be thinking about comedy skits.
Now, my sister usually cuts my hair. The last time she did it, it ended up uneven. Like, to the point where I had a lock of hair at the front of my head, on each side, that was much shorter than the rest of the hair. And the back was cock-eyed. My sister says to me "Man-who the hell cut your hair the last time-it's uneven all over." I look at her and go "You did, jackass." "Oh. Whoops. Let's see if I can do better this time." That's not very promising, right?
I don't do extreme haircuts. I like it shoulder length, maybe a little longer. So, Saturday night, my sister gets ready to cut my hair. I point about a half inch below my shoulders and say "This is how long I want it." "Okay," she says, and gets ready to cut. She starts snipping, and I'm thinking to myself "Man, she's cutting awfully high.." Then, my bro in law leans into the kitchen, and he stares at me, open mouth, like "OH MY GOD!" I freak out, and find out that my sister apparently has moved my shoulders to where my chin is. The best thing I can think to say: "I always knew there was a reason why I don't pay you to do this."
In other news-I had an awesome ice cream bar last night, on our drive back up from Chicago. It was a Rollo ice cream bar. Caramel ice cream, with caramel through the center, and chocolate covering the whole thing. YUM! I love long drives just for the awesome snacks you find at the stops along the way. My favorite thing about the 12hour drive to see Ethan's family is that once we get to about Kentucky/Tennessee, almost all the gas stations have Slush Puppy machines. I love SP, and they also have Sonic's downthere-Sonic rocks!
Okay. I'm gonna hop in the shower, and read a bit. Later all
Tori
What I'm reading: "Songs in Ordinary Time" Mary McGarry Morris
What I'm listening to: Infinity on High (Fall Out Boy) "Let's Make a Memory" Bon Jovi, "Untouchable Face" Ani DiFranco
Thursday, May 10, 2007
beer thirty...
Man-this is some AMAZING weather we're having, yes?
I'm geeked that it will be nice this weekend, as the Boy and I have to drive to Chicago (alright...a bit out of Chicago..close enough), and it'll be nice weather to drive in.
I'll be going to my sisters for my nieces baptism. I'll be one of her godmothers. I guess I'm excited about it, although unless something horrible happens (heaven forbid) being Godmother doesn't mean a whole lot, considering I'm also her aunt. M'eh. I'm excited. I haven't seen my nephew in almost 2 months (for the first 2 1/2 years of his life, I saw him at least once a month...Going more than a month or so kills me.) My sister and I are also going to do "sister" things, I suppose you'd call them. She's going to cut my hair, and dye it for me. She's gonna dye hers, and we're going to do a little shopping. Good times.
Things have been relatively uneventful lately. Ethan has been working alot, and now I'm watching August (Ethan's youngest niece-she's 18 months old...a riot!) so we don't see each other much. I'm glad we get to spend the weekend together, even if it means riding in the car together for about 8 hours or so, ha.
I watched the entire season of "Dexter" from Showtime, in the past two days. It rocks. It's amazing, and if you get a chance to watch it-do so. Warning-if you don't like gore, don't watch it!
Random thought-My hair is amazingly soft. Must be the new shampoo...It smells good, and it's green-can't get much better than that.
Here's a random Chuck Norris fact for you all:
"If Chuck Norris is late, time better slow the fuck down."
(This "fact" happens to be my mother's favorite one. Mine is this: "Chuck Norris is 1/8 Cherokee Indian. This has nothing to do with ancestry-the man ate a fucking Indian.")
Okay. Gonna finish this up, and relax a bit.
Later all
Listening to: "Better Together" Jack Johnson, "Blowers Daughter" Damien Rice, and "Cigarette" Yellowcard
Reading: "The Cocaine Chronicles" Edited by Gary Phillips & Jervey Tervalon.
I'm geeked that it will be nice this weekend, as the Boy and I have to drive to Chicago (alright...a bit out of Chicago..close enough), and it'll be nice weather to drive in.
I'll be going to my sisters for my nieces baptism. I'll be one of her godmothers. I guess I'm excited about it, although unless something horrible happens (heaven forbid) being Godmother doesn't mean a whole lot, considering I'm also her aunt. M'eh. I'm excited. I haven't seen my nephew in almost 2 months (for the first 2 1/2 years of his life, I saw him at least once a month...Going more than a month or so kills me.) My sister and I are also going to do "sister" things, I suppose you'd call them. She's going to cut my hair, and dye it for me. She's gonna dye hers, and we're going to do a little shopping. Good times.
Things have been relatively uneventful lately. Ethan has been working alot, and now I'm watching August (Ethan's youngest niece-she's 18 months old...a riot!) so we don't see each other much. I'm glad we get to spend the weekend together, even if it means riding in the car together for about 8 hours or so, ha.
I watched the entire season of "Dexter" from Showtime, in the past two days. It rocks. It's amazing, and if you get a chance to watch it-do so. Warning-if you don't like gore, don't watch it!
Random thought-My hair is amazingly soft. Must be the new shampoo...It smells good, and it's green-can't get much better than that.
Here's a random Chuck Norris fact for you all:
"If Chuck Norris is late, time better slow the fuck down."
(This "fact" happens to be my mother's favorite one. Mine is this: "Chuck Norris is 1/8 Cherokee Indian. This has nothing to do with ancestry-the man ate a fucking Indian.")
Okay. Gonna finish this up, and relax a bit.
Later all
Listening to: "Better Together" Jack Johnson, "Blowers Daughter" Damien Rice, and "Cigarette" Yellowcard
Reading: "The Cocaine Chronicles" Edited by Gary Phillips & Jervey Tervalon.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
again and again...
I know I just posted a few days ago, but I figure "What the hell-I'll post again!" So I am. And there's nothin' you can do about it!
Anyhow. I've decided I've got the best boyfriend ever. Not only does he put up with my quirks (a very good thing) but twice this week, he's made breakfast for us. I'll count buying donuts and bringing them home as "making" breakfast, as he "made" an effort.
This morning, he got home from work around 6am or so, and we decided to go get breakfast food stuffs so "we" could cook breakfast. My part of the cooking was to pour juice. I did well. This concept of things that "We" do is interesting:
One night this summer, his sister asked us if "we" could babysit the girls. No problem. Well, "we" slept on the couch, and I watched the girls. It's funny how that works...
In other news, there's a new episode of "House" on tonight. I love House. Thursday night is going to rock: A 2 hour new episode of "Grey's Anatomy". It's a good thing that The Boy has to work, because he doesn't like Grey's. (He'll 'pretend' to watch it, but then ask me questions about what's going on, even though he wasn't watching it...Riiiight.)
Okay. Guess that's all for now. I think. If not, I'll post again later this week or something.
Later all
Anyhow. I've decided I've got the best boyfriend ever. Not only does he put up with my quirks (a very good thing) but twice this week, he's made breakfast for us. I'll count buying donuts and bringing them home as "making" breakfast, as he "made" an effort.
This morning, he got home from work around 6am or so, and we decided to go get breakfast food stuffs so "we" could cook breakfast. My part of the cooking was to pour juice. I did well. This concept of things that "We" do is interesting:
One night this summer, his sister asked us if "we" could babysit the girls. No problem. Well, "we" slept on the couch, and I watched the girls. It's funny how that works...
In other news, there's a new episode of "House" on tonight. I love House. Thursday night is going to rock: A 2 hour new episode of "Grey's Anatomy". It's a good thing that The Boy has to work, because he doesn't like Grey's. (He'll 'pretend' to watch it, but then ask me questions about what's going on, even though he wasn't watching it...Riiiight.)
Okay. Guess that's all for now. I think. If not, I'll post again later this week or something.
Later all
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