Archive for January, 2010

Guitar Lesson Chronicles: Chapter One–“OUCH!!!!”

Last night I had my very first guitar lesson.  My husband’s little sister is teaching me (easy way for a young girl to make some money).  She’s just kinda learning herself, but she knows more than I do, which is all I need!  Plus, she has the patience of a snail working its way to a salad buffet…something I need as well!  I’ve always had a strong desire to learn to play an instrument.  I’ve always loved to sing, although I’m no Aretha.  So, I’m “upping” my game so-to-speak.  My husband gave me a guitar a couple of Christmases ago, and now that our youngest daughter is seven months old and can interact a little more with her rambunctious older sister, I feel that I finally have the time to give it a whirl and learn how to play.

Before heading over to my in-law’s place, we stopped at the store to purchase a set of guitar strings because my first string snapped the other day.  Tania said she would replace it for me because she has a tool to do so.  We purchase the strings and drive the short distance to Tony’s parent’s house.  We had already dropped the girls off prior to heading to the store because, well, it takes a lot less time to shop that way.  We get there and Tania proceeds to put the new string on my guitar.  As she’s tuning it, that same string breaks.  A brand new stinkin’ string!  So anyway, she feels bad, so she goes and gets the guitar that she doesn’t use too often and is going to put the string from that guitar onto my guitar.  However, THAT string breaks too!!!  So now I’m starting to think that the universe is trying to keep me from playing the guitar.  C’mon, I’m not going to be THAT bad.  This I now find kinda humorous as my horoscope for yesterday said, “…so whatever you are doing, make sure you have a couple of backup plans just in case.”  I don’t make a habit of reading my horoscope…never do really.  I just happened across it yesterday and voila, how fitting.  Well, screw the universe!  I’m gonna learn how to play anyway.  After all of the string breaking drama, she decides to let me use her guitar.  So I learn on that for a little while.  She then brings out her electric guitar so that she can show me finger placements better.  I begin twisting my fingers in ways I didn’t know were possible, the tips of my fingers hurt so bad that I want to peel the flesh off of them, and the guitar that I’m playing on starts to rally against me and makes weird noises when I strum.  I think it was growling at me.  We then switch guitars.  So now I’m playing the electric guitar and it turns out that it doesn’t hurt as bad to hold the strings down.  Nice.

The song she’s teaching me as a “starter” song is Colbie Caillat’s “Bubbly.”  Cute song, “bubbly” lyrics, and only three chords to memorize.  Easy.  Transitioning from one chord to another–not so easy.  I guess that’s why they say, “Practice makes perfect.”  After all of the string breaking drama I was able to learn three new chords, how to transition easily from one chord to the next, a bit of strumming, and–most importantly–my fingers are now a tad closer to losing their sense of touch.  Fantastic.  Oh, did I mention that I had to completely cut my fingernails down even more so than they already were?  I feel like a little kid with stubby fingers now.  Small price to pay, I guess.  I wasn’t super close to my fingernails, but I think I will miss them.  Guess that’s why you don’t see strippers playing the guitar.  The acrylics would totally interfere.

Stay tuned for the next chapter in Guitar Lesson Chronicles.

Disco Stick

http://detroit.broadwayworld.com/article/Lady_Gagas_The_Monster_Ball_Tour_Comes_To_The_Fox_Theater_20091016After being continuously annoyed by overplayed Lady Gaga songs, one line kept running through my head from the song Love Game, “Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick.  I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.”  I’ve heard this song quite often and have always had a hunch as to what a “disco stick” was, but decided to truly become enlightened and look it up on the Urban Dictionary website.  Just as I suspected.  Take a look for yourself if you, too, are still in the dark as to the TRUE meaning of “disco stick.” 

“Disco Stick”  Click Here!

Susan Smith Seeks New Trial

Susan Smith, the mother (that word is thrown around casually these days, isn’t it?) in South Carolina who was convicted of killing her two sons back in 1995, is petitioning for a new trial.  If you want to actually view an article stating her reasoning for a new trial, click on the link below.  However, my main point is not to let the whole world know that this mother-monster seeks post-conviction relief.  When a person straps their two young sons (in this case, the boys, Michael and Alex, were 3 years old and 14 months old, respectively) into their carseats and lets the car just roll into a lake causing both children to drown, you ought to get the death penalty.  Period.  No questions asked, just hook her up, flip the switch, and say, “Sayonara, evil being.”  Not only did she murder these two beautiful children, but she lied about it and said that her car was hijacked by a black man, and pleaded on national television for their safe return.  Lying sack of $*#%!!  She also put in a pity-plea in her original trial stating that she was molested by her step-father as a child.  Alright, that’s a terrible thing to have happen to you as a child, but it is WRONG WRONG WRONG to take the life of another, not to mention your own children’s lives, regardless of what may or may not have happened to you as a child (I’m not referring to circumstances such as self defense and the like). 

When this happened in 1995, I was 14 years old and in middle school.  I remember hearing about it and thinking how tragic it was, but hearing about this again in 2010 as a 28 year old mother of two (both of my girls are young just like her boys), it creates a lump in my throat that I have to continuously swallow or let out by crying hysterically for the remainder of the day.  I even had to take a short break while writing this so as to regain my composure and gather my thoughts. 

Every story I hear about a child being abused, molested, or murdered at the hands of their parent(s) automatically brings a mental image of my two precious little girls and it infuriates me beyond belief knowing that there are people out there who are so heartless, so soulless, so unfathomably devoid of any emotions whatsoever that they could willingly snuff out the life of their own child.  I don’t understand it, I don’t want to understand it because it’s just not supposed to happen!  Yes, children being murdered by anybody in general is a heinous crime that should, in my opinion, render the highest form of punishment allowable by law (a good old-fashioned stoning perhaps?);  however, to inflict harm–aside from the occasional pat on the behind–on your own flesh and blood is, to me, one of the most inhumane acts a person can commit.  Really, the punishment should fit the crime.  Susan should be strapped into a carseat that she can’t get out of and rolled into the river. 

CrimeRant.com posted a transcript of the confession from Susan Smith back in 2006 and asked Crime Rant readers to share with them questions they would want asked if Susan Smith was interviewed.  One comment read, “…Susan, can you even begin to IMAGINE the terror that you inflicted upon your prescious sons?

Can you see them scratching at the windows?

Can you hear their last gasps of  breath?

Can you hear their cries of horror?

Can you hear them saying Why Mommy Why?”

Really puts it into perspective.  So moms and dads, hug your babies tightly every day.  Take their beautiful little faces into your hands, look into their eyes and tell them you love them every day.  For those of you who do not yet have children, call your parents and say, “Mom, Dad…I don’t know that I truly comprehend how much you truly love me, but I thank you for loving me nonetheless.”  I never understood true, unconditional love until I had a child.  Now, nothing and no one, apart from God Himself, could take my children away from me…least of all, myself. 

Click here for full article on Susan Smith’s request for pardon

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Heidi Montag got BOOBS

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Hmmmmmmmm…….

As a mother, I’m not sure how I would feel if one of my daughters decided they wanted implants.  Granted, Sophie’s only 2 and Addison is only seven months old, but the thought has crossed my mind as to how I might handle this question if it ever arose.  Mostly, cuz I think I would personally go under the knife to enhance the chicas (not make them bigger, but…more upward).  Oh well…I guess those are some bridges I may cross at some point in time–hopefully way far down the road of time!

“Blog Star” By Shannon Carrasco

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So, I was bored and trying to think of something to “blog” about and the Nickelback song “Rock Star” kept coming to my mind.  That’s when I had this great idea to re-write the song from a blogging perspective….sort of, I guess!  Anyway, I’m tired and just needed to stay awake.  Enjoy my song…perhaps I’ll send it to Weird Al Yankovic.  With some tweeking, he may want to record it…lol!  Whatcha think??

I’m tired of working at a job
From nine until five
Don’t wanna turn into a slob
And complain about life
There’s gotta be something
That’ll work out right for me
 
(Tell me what you want)
 
I wanna walk down the street
As I make my way
To the nearest coffee shop
While people shout my name,
“Hey, that’s Shannon! 
I wonder if she’d write about me?”
 
(yeah, so what you need)
 
I need a, a hosting site; no limit of megabytes
A pen and some paper for the notes I may write
Gotta get my story straight
Although that’s not my main goal, you see. 
 
(so tell us what it is then)
 
I’ll need a clever domain with a brand new name
Something that’s catchy, but not too lame
Wanna draw the readers in
But not because they think I’m crazy.
 
(So how you gonna do it)
 
I’m gonna quit this job and pursue my dream
I’ll even wear a bikini made out of whipped cream…
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
and well…
Hey hey I wanna be a rock star
Hey hey I wanna be a rock star
 
I’m gonna be great like Oprah, without the weight fluctuation
Hire ten good-looking boys to take dictation
But first I gotta find out
What the word “dictation” means ??
 
(Something to do with writing…right?)
 
My thoughts will be #1
in every search engine spot
I’ll hire someone to do it with all the money I’ve got.
Never will there be another
who can compete with me.
 
(So how you gonna do it?)
 
I’m gonna quit this job and pursue my dream
I’ll even wear a bikini made out of whipped cream…
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
And we’ll spread rumors ’bout the daily news
and talk lots of trash
about today’s who’s who
We’ll tell you anything
That you wanna hear
For a nickel a word
or a case of beer
and well…
Hey hey, I wanna be a blog star.
Hey Hey, I wanna be a blog star.
 
I’m gonna write any thoughts
That come to mind
Don’t care about the critics
They’re a waste of my time
Researching night and day for fresh ideals
Plagiarism’s not a problem when you re-invent the wheel.
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
And we’ll spread rumors ’bout the daily news
and talk lots of trash
about today’s who’s who
We’ll tell you anything
That you wanna hear
For a nickel a word
or a case of beer
and well…
Hey hey, I wanna be a blog star.
Hey Hey, I wanna be a blog star

The Baby

I thought I’d post quickly about our little baby, Addison, six months old.  Well, she’s coming up on seven months I guess!  Wow…time really does fly, doesn’t it?  She’s got a bit of a cold right now, which means I haven’t been getting much sleep.  She’s such a sweet baby though…through and through.  Always a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.  Enjoy the picture I’m attaching as well.  My husband thought it would be cute to incorporate a picture I took of her on Halloween (with kitty cat features drawn with an eyeliner) in with a National Geographic cover.  Turned out pretty nicely!

Feeding Time Revealed

“You’re driving me nuts!”

Had to share this!  So last night, we had to make a trip to Target, my home away from home, to pick up formula, milk, a birthday gift for a girl at daycare, and so on.  I had Sophie in the cart and she insisted that I take her out to let her walk around.  So I did.  We were in the baby food aisle and she said to me, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  I said, “I know, honey, I’m trying to figure out what kind to get her.”  Again, she repeated, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  Again, I said back to her, “I know, honey, I just have to figure out what kind to get.”  She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, by which time I had already selected the baby foods that I wanted and had moved on to trying to find the wipes I usually buy.  Sophie said again, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  I said, “I got it already, Sophie.”  And then, quite unexpectedly, she said to me, “You’re driving me nuts!”  ROFL!!  Oh my goodness…I driver HER nuts???  Wait, really??  An male employee happened to be standing there and another guest was walking around at the same time and they both heard her and were laughing and looking at me as if to say, “Did she really just say that?”  I said to the employee, “Surely she can’t be talking to me!” 

As if that wasn’t enough, as we made our way through the small grocery section of the store in a search for iced tea, Sophie decided to browse down each aisle in her own search for the iced tea.  We came to the soda aisle and I decided to grab a 12 pack of Coca~Cola for the husband and myself.  Sophie was behind me at this point and was all excited when she said, “Ohhh, here’s the tea!”  I looked back and she was trying desperately to take a gigantic glass bottle of wine off of the shelf.  I said, “No Sophie, that’s not tea, that’s wine.”  She said, “Oh, that’s wine?  Is it for your whining?”  Again…ROFL!!!  Ummm…well, sorta!  Takes the edge off 😉

That’s all for now….enjoy hump day!
Shannon