WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I'm going to see Keane on September 8.  It's a weekend, so I can even have some beer.

**Does happy dance**

I was in the kitchen cleaning up when I heard a sweet little voice wafting from down the hall...

"I got soul, but I'm not a soldier!"  (soul pronounced "sow" and soldier pronounced "sowjer!"

My heart is bursting with pride.  Brady was singing "All These Things That I've Done" by the Killers!

Just bought an obnoxiously expensive pair of 7 for All Mankind jeans.  They feel soooooooo good.  I just told my husband that I am never wearing Old Navy again.  Ha!

So my Meeting Ace outfit is nearly complete.  I was told to dress comfortably, so I am:  Sexy red top, aforementioned jeans, and cute but ridiculously high heels: http://www.amazon.com/ ( Read more... )

It's not just Ace fans...each of contestants on American Idol have nicknames for their groups.  I can see how having a nick name creates an "in group" or as we sociologists say a sense of "we-ness."  It helps to create a voting coalition during the contest, but I can see how it has great career limitations for Ace after the contest, too.

I like ( Read more... )

I'm about to tell you a deep, dark secret.

In my Ace Young fandom, fans call themselves "Highrollers."  Kind of like "Parrot Heads" for Jimmy Buffet fans.  Or "Dead Heads."  Or "Trekkies." Or "Star Wars Geeks" aka the people who took ROTC in high school and played Dungeons and Dragons.  (LOL,  Major Entropy!).

So here it goes:  I am an Ace Young ( Read more... )

DJs of the world, unite!  Together you can squash the release of crappy records and save my bleeding eardrums from having to endure yet another playing of Paris Hilton's new single, "Stars Don't Lie."

Stars may not lie, but whoever told her she can sing did.  There is not enough voice processing equipment in the world to make her a singing ( Read more... )

The girl across the street turned 16 today.  She got her new car.  And I mean *new* black SUV of some type that is like way newer and cooler than both my matronly blue Dodge Grand Caravan Sport and my husband's way old black Grand Am ( Read more... )

I was listening to a local radio station a couple of days ago.  The dj's have a theory:

Men with long hair are so stuck on themselves that they can't bear to part with any part of themselves.  Even the tiniest lock of hair would be painful to part with because it's part of them and they love themselves so much.

Ace? Orlando?  Half of the rock stars ( Read more... )

Remember the game Perfection, where you have to put little plastic shapes into a tray before it pops up and scares the *@#$ of of you?

I just did the whole board in 35 seconds...with Nick taunting me the whole time that I couldn't break his record!

**Does victory dance around house whilst humming "We are the Champions"**

You haven't seen me for awhile because I got sucked into the MySpace vortex.  I put a message on the MySpace blog asking "Does anyone actually read these things?"  Not one person has responded!  I guess that means I'll still be blogging over here for the time being ( Read more... )