a wedding. a funeral. and a bunch of mutants.

So, I think the fun and frivolity I had writing last Tuesday's entry (has it really been THAT long since I've posted here?? Almost a week??!!) is just going to have to become part of my memory pool. I don't have the energy or the sharp memory I used to have, but I will mention one particular little rant that got my dander up... imagine my elation when tuning in to the ACM Awards on CBS that night (after a RIDICULOUSLY disappointing hour spent watching THE lamest American Idol semi-finals show EVER!), to find out that Rascal Flatts was going to be performing not one, noooo, but TWO, count'em t-w-o songs for the show! They went from playing "Me and My Gang" in front of the MGM to being on stage inside to perform "What Hurts the Most". There they are... kicking bootie and taking names, when the train suddenly DERAILED! Out came Kelly Clarkson. Yes, Kelly Clarkson. No, I don't know why she would have been singing with them either. That was the problem. Here's how the situation works out mathmatically: Rascal Flatts=Awesome. Kelly Clarkson=Awesome. Rascal Flatts + Kelly Clarkson= Not so much, really. Sadly, the "duet" left me wishing we'd called it quits after "Me and My Gang".

Speaking of Idol... what an utter let down. In all honesty, I quit watching weekly (did I just admit to watching Idol weekly??!!) when Chris was voted off. Un-frickin-believable. I wanted an Elliott v. Chris showdown. The ultimate rocker (ok, so maybe not "ultimate"... but you know what I mean!!) against the former Karaoke King. I didn't even bother to tune in for Wednesday night. I was afraid I'd fall asleep and I had stuff to get done.

On the home front, the VP of Customer Service for my builder was in my home at 9:30 am Thursday morning to see how things went so horribly wrong with our house. I just realized, my post about the phone survey on Tuesday was part of what got eaten! OK... quick version: Tuesday afternoon, phone survey call for builder by third party survey company. Me: totally honest and hot under the collar about house situation. My phone: ringing off the hook by Wednesday afternoon from builder reps trying to figure out "how things have gone so wrong". Me: wondering the same exact thing. Now we're back to the VP in my home Thursday morning... THANK GOD someone finally said, "You're right. This isn't acceptable and we're going to make it right." Honesty among those in the construction industry is so amazingly refreshing. I was sick of people blowing smoke into every available orifice. Anywho... he brought the head of a "we-fix-all-the-crap-other-people-have-screwed-up" company with him and by next Friday I will hopefully have the house I should have had when we closed. The drum beats on... I'm sure there's more to come with this story. Stay tuned, kiddies.

So how does our three day weekend end up occupied by a wedding, a funeral and more mutants than you can shake a stick at?? I was wondering the same thing. That's how it went though... and the wedding and funeral were in the same church, with the same group of friends. Tell me that isn't a little weird. Death is such a fascinating mystery to me... not in a morbid way, but rather a mystical one. I'll spend some time soon putting my faith/spirituality hiccups into a post. Jamie doesn't want me to turn hippie-dippy on her, but I look at it more as being a progressive thinker. Is that just semantics? Kind of like janitor v. waste removal engineer? Oh well... in the words of a great philosopher, "I yam what I yam." Suddenly I feel like eating spinach... hmmmm.

As for the mutants... go see X-Men: The Last Stand. Seriously. Right now. I'll wait.

Thus starts a new week. Back to the grind. And not the good kind of "grind" either... more the "this sucks" kind of grind. Catch you on the flipside.

Stina out. (My new goal for this year is to be more like Ryan Seacrest. I'll let you know how things go.)


(Originally posted on my 360: Monday May 29, 2006 - 10:50pm EDT)