we're so hip!

So, after an absolutely crazy week of work for us both we are heading to Washington to enjoy a Dave Matthews/ OAR concert at the Gorge Amphitheater. We are so excited! Though Jake and I are both super into music, neither of us goes to concerts. Truly, we went to hear the Juliana Theory (bonus points if you know why, triple points if you can sing a line of one of their songs to me) when we were dating, I went to Lilith Fair in high school, and he has seen The Village People. That's the extent of our non-classical concert experience. Tease if you will, but we spent our young 20s investing in camping and climbing equipment. We had priorities.

Anyway, I don't want to spoil my future post, but I can't wait to tell you about what we did, what we saw, and WHERE WE SLEPT!!! ohhh... the suspense must be killing you.

Until my next post, I will be getting 2nd hand high, watching orgies, and exploring the high desert. Toodle loo!


Now that's a woman to stand behind!!!

As I was writing my previous blog, I flipped on the TV because the next episode of HSM:GITP was on in a half hour and I decided to watch it live. Though I read "The Week" and make uninformed opinions all of the time, I am mostly naive about our Presidential Candidates.

Let it be written that I will vote for any man that is married to Michelle Obama! WOW! Yes, her speech was written or edited by speech writers, but I don't care. She loves her husband, she is smart (actually I'll vote for anyone that is intelligent- that be a great CHANGE) and accomplished, she rocks. More than once I was the weirdo sitting at home alone smiling and saying "wow" to myself.

I will be following things more closely as we draw near November- but I am now a HUGE fan of Michelle.

Get your head in the game

Time for my semi-weekly confession. STOP READING if you can't deal with the fact that I'm a bit of a cheese head.

I love watching tv on the internet- specifically abc.com. Since it isn't sitcom season, I've been trying some new shows. Recently I began watching the reality show "High School Musical: Get in the picture". It is FABULOUS! I've never watched a complete season of American Idol or Last Comic Standing, but you can bet your scooter that I'll watch every episode of this show.

The high school age kids on this show are SO talented! In the most recent episode that I watched, they made a mini-musical out of a Bare Naked Ladies song. It was fabulous.

I think it's time to embrace my cheese and rent High School Musical 2 ('cause I've already seen the first one... yes I LOVED it!!!).


Revisit: Silent Song

It has come to my attention that I need to update and clarify a few things regarding the "Silent Song" posting.

1. Jake loves my voice when I'm not singing churchy/Broadway/Opera. Last night as I was babysitting Jackson, I began to sing a certain Johnny Cash song. Jake said, "That's it! That sounded awesome! See, I DO like your voice." He's been feeling a little upset about my claim that he doesn't like my voice (not to mention that his female coworkers have been razzing him about it- thanks ladies- I owe you one :)

2. As my sister pointed out- I have been a bridesmaid 6 times (last I checked I barely had that many friends!). Additionally, she pointed out that a lot of people do not want their friends "working" at their wedding, but enjoying and celebrating. So, that criteria is void... but I would like to sing at another wedding someday- once I master the Johnny Cash sound!

3. Finally, Elegantly Random paid me a compliment that was hugely flattering. See, she has an amazing voice and is quite a vocal technique expert- so her opinion means a lot. So, thanks Sarie- you lifted me out of my funk!

Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad.
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not
Good enough for anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me.
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not
Good enough for anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.


Am I the ONLY Sky Mall fanatic?

Boarding a plane is a mix of emotions: excitement for the destination, worry/sadness about what you're leaving behind, annoyance with travel, eagerness to relax and veg on the plane... I sit in my seat and try my hardest to fully build the anticipation (some might say climax?) towards the single greatest thing about flying.

I LOVE THE SKY MALL CATALOGS that are stuck in each seat pocket. This trip was the first time that I've taken them up on the offer to take a catalog home with you. Why not? It is the only time in my life that I find something BRILLIANT, CLEVER, and TOTALLY ORIGINAL on every page of a magazine.

I have yet to purchase anything, but I do believe that the time has come. Will it be the portable AND inflatable whirlpool spa for $899.95, the Underwater Light Show for a pool (a great Christmas present for a certain mother-in-law of mine!!), the Cookie Diet Kit (I could have sworn that I invented that idea), jewelry, home decor, furniture, clever gadgets.... the list is endless!

Tell me, am I the only one that things these magazines are entertaining and the items are enticing?

(In case you don't travel, but need to do some shopping: http://www.skymall.com/)


welcome home???

After 2 whirlwind weeks in Pennsylvania I arrived home and went straight to work. I'll write more about my trip later, but for now let me give you an idea of my welcoming committee:

A cat with fleas.

A BIG rabbit (what happened to the cute baby bunny?).

I think this is quite a mean joke :)


my silent song


I LOVE to sing! I even loving singing on stage. It's something that I did a lot in high school and college, but since then my song has been silent. I used to think that I had a good voice. I received quite a bit of recognition during the 8 years in which I was a choir fanatic. Now however, I'm less sure of myself.

My husband is a very honest fellow and therefore I know that he doesn't like to hear me sing. It's a little to operatic for him. 98% of my friends haven't asked me to sing at their weddings- so that might be an indication, or it might not.

Regardless, I know my vocal techniques solidly. I might even teach voice lessons one of these days because I feel that I could be good at it. I work with the choir in my school every once and awhile and the girls sound a whole lot better when I'm done and that makes me so happy.

Yet, I want to find MY voice. Not the sculpted, technical, classical voice I developed through my own voice lessons, but my raw sound. HOW DO I DO THAT? I know that most of my Koskereaders are talented singers, so please help me! I'll take technique suggestions, music/book suggestions, anything. I've thought about finding a vocal jazz coach, but I'm not sure if that will help me to find me or teach me to mimic just another style.

Happy Anniversary Love

Happy 2nd Anniversary dearest love of my life! It's been wonderful... I love you.


pink shoe whit would fall on the floor

One of my favorite people on this earith is "pink shoe whit". She and I have grown-up as psuedo relatives and grown into being best friends (though I can't remember the last time I talked to her... it's one of those friendships that surpasses expectations like that). Her shoe collection is fabulous enough to be a museum exhibit. She is a frequent flyer, world traveler and you can bet that her matching luggage contains mostly shoes. When we've traveled together, she has a different pair of shoes for each day. I'm lucky if I have a different pair of underwear for each day. It's a little unfair because 3 of her petite shoes take the same amount of space as one of my banana boats.

Jake and I spent the evening excitingly packing for our trip home. Due mostly to our excited energy, we have overthought each item that is being packed. Jake packed our largest suitcase full of the supplies he will need for his camping/climbing/spelunking trip with his buds. I packed 1/3 of the medium suitcase with my clothing and filled the rest with presents for future holidays (hey, shipping is expensive) and Jake's non-wilderness clothes.

Here's the real shocker... I packed ONE PAIR OF FLIP FLOPS (to be fair, I should mention the one pair of birks that I'll be wearing to travel)! That's it! I'm even going to a wedding, but instead of trying to do the whole outdoor wedding thing in adorable dress shoes, I'm wearing my non-matching chaco flip flops because I love them.

How many pairs of shoes did pretty pretty princess Jake pack? FIVE!!! This revelation is so mind boggling (both my shoe minimalism and Jake's shoe extremism) that I don't know how to react other than blogging about it.

p.s. though the pic may lead you to believe that she and her hubby are boozers. they are not (typically). Also, yes, we are playing electronic clue :)


Help a sista

As I sit here trying to remake my running play list and make a play list for traveling, I am at a loss. I need ideas!

Please comment with your favorite musicians and songs!

(this is serious, I haven't bought new music in about ummm... yeah, can't remember buying anything since I quit my Columbia House membership in the 90s)


Where old men and homeschooled kids meet

Disclaimer: Some people have a gay-dar, I have a home school-dar. I will admit that I have met a few cool home school kids in my day (I've worked with a lot of them through various jobs). However, most home school kids- reek of home school.

Today Jake and I went to the Oregon Steam-up. Steam powered engines, tractors, saws, etc. For the $8 admission fee, we got to walk around and look at engines... all day. Jake's supervisor told him that this thing is a BLAST. It was mildly interesting, would have been more interesting if they had some tutorials on the engines and how they worked.

I think my dad and grandpa would have enjoyed it. And the Amish- they would have loved it!

Why is it that Jake and I always end up doing things with the geriatrics? Hopefully it's because they are older, wiser, and more tuned in to the quality things in life....


Boogie like it's 1999

When I was in High School, I was a true eager beaver. I wanted to be a part of everything! They were good years all in all and I came way with the unsoughtafter title of "Class President". Next summer will be my 10-year class reunion! Unbelievable.

So, dear Koskereader's (term coined by RKnep- he's so clever), please tell me what you have liked and disliked about your class reunions. I'm starting from scratch and am hoping that all 5 of my regular readers (Cathy- glad to know you and the rest of Jake's Harem... OK colleagues is more accurate, less exciting though... are reading) will have some great tips and ideas for me!