CD Mix 8. And they said it couldn’t be done. Here’s my list with some potential alternate tracks
1. Title track Funhouse Pink I have a lot of cds with title tracks, but this is the newest. I really like the whole CD
2. I Command You Baby Get Lost Queen Latifah
3. Human Anatomy 101 Cold Shoulder Adele Another new CD, this was more of a challenge. I wanted to use something off the CD, not my favorite song, but a good one.
4. Song about waiting Sitting, Waiting, Wishing Jack Johnson I have become such a big fan of this guy, probably because he is from Hawaii
5. Novelty song Ride the Lawn Dana Lyons His bigger hit is “Cows With Guns” but this song got airplay on Car Talk.
6. Great song on a shit album Bitch Meredith Brooks
7. Song from 2008 It’s Over John Legend
8. Song about school Grade 9 Barenaked Ladies
9. This & That Buildings and Bridges Ani DiFranco
10. Dedication: Friendship Tenacious D to Stennie….
11. Favorite song from the year you graduated high school Fame David Bowie 1975 Baby!!
12. Song you are most surprised to discover in your CD/MP3 collection. It’s Time to Change The Brady Bunch Surprised, shocked and disgusted.
13. Kick-ass cover Amazing Grace Ric Henry. We went to school together and he just kept on performing. His voice is so crystal clear, and I love this song so much.
14. Song with your name in the title . Marla Another Breath (amazing lyrics!!). OK, there are four songs in the ITunes store with my name in the title. This one had the worst (for me) music and the most amazing lyrics.
15. Smoking song— Cigarette Ben Folds Five
16. Song about magic . Magic Foot 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee I know I use something from this CD in almost every mix. It’s playing here in Bellingham this spring. I can’t wait!!
17. Next song Heidi should learn on the guitar Here Comes the Sun Beatles! You probably already know this, but just in case…
18. Introductory song: . She Billy Joel Not a big toe tapper, but lovely, and hey, it’s Billy….
19. Amnesia: Don’t Forget Me. Red Hot Chili Peppers
20. Amnesty song Fine and Dandy Fine and Dandy this fit into so many categories…1, 9, and 16. (It’s not specifically about magic, but I can make my right leg disappear to this song )When Bet and Stennie were talking about this song on the Hucklebug, I knew I had to use it. I got this CD as a gift….it’s amazing!!
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thanks for Giving 1998
I’m a procrastinator. I can prove it. The first time I cleaned my gas oven was four years after I bought it. I had my reasons. I didn’t really use it all that much. Most of the time, I cook on the stove or in the microwave.
A few years ago one September, there was that messy lasagna. It had been quite full in the pan, and was pretty juicy. For weeks I smelled garlic, basil and burning cheese every time I baked cookies or a cake.
As Thanksgiving approached, I thought about cleaning my oven. It wasn’t that the combination of turkey and Italian spices would be unappetizing, but somewhere in the back of my head, I had visions of turkey grease, smoke and fire.
The necessity for cleaning my oven became immediate. Well, immediate for a procrastinator. I read the directions for cleaning my oven the morning of Thanksgiving. (Did I mention my oven was self-cleaning? I never realized it took four to six hours to clean an oven that way.) I decided to wait until after Thanksgiving dinner. After all, the oven would just get dirty right away anyway. If I waited until Friday, I could clean the turkey stuff and the lasagna stuff all at once. And besides, my mother-in-law was coming for Thanksgiving, and I didn’t want the house to smell like fresh cleaned oven.
I carefully placed our 14 pound royal bird in the oven, using my very sturdy, one inch deep cookie sheet. (Did I also mention this was the first time I cooked a turkey in the oven? I usually bar-b-q turkey. It’s faster that way.)
About 45 minutes later, I noticed what seemed to be an inordinate amount of liquid in the pan. Hmmm, I thought. I knew the turkey had been completely defrosted and the innards were out. I looked in my poultry cookbook (for the first time) and read the directions, only to find that I should have placed the turkey in a deeper pan. I did my best to scoop out the liquid. Another 45 minutes went by, and I had to repeat the process. This time, I noticed the liquid was more dense and flowing faster. Some had dripped over the edge of the pan. Aha, I thought, I’m baking off all that nasty fat. 30 minutes later, smoke began to escape from the oven vent. I opened the oven door to find my turkey in flames. I quickly ushered my children outside, in case the oven blew up. I called the fire department (who happened to have a fire stations just acrosw the street. ) My husband grabbed the fire extinguisher and I urgently suggested to him that he not spray toxins on our dinner. In his panic, haste, and I’m sure, desire to keep a roof over our heads that night, he aimed, fired, and dressed our dinner in white.
We had my favorite meal for Thanksgiving that year. Dinner out.
A few years ago one September, there was that messy lasagna. It had been quite full in the pan, and was pretty juicy. For weeks I smelled garlic, basil and burning cheese every time I baked cookies or a cake.
As Thanksgiving approached, I thought about cleaning my oven. It wasn’t that the combination of turkey and Italian spices would be unappetizing, but somewhere in the back of my head, I had visions of turkey grease, smoke and fire.
The necessity for cleaning my oven became immediate. Well, immediate for a procrastinator. I read the directions for cleaning my oven the morning of Thanksgiving. (Did I mention my oven was self-cleaning? I never realized it took four to six hours to clean an oven that way.) I decided to wait until after Thanksgiving dinner. After all, the oven would just get dirty right away anyway. If I waited until Friday, I could clean the turkey stuff and the lasagna stuff all at once. And besides, my mother-in-law was coming for Thanksgiving, and I didn’t want the house to smell like fresh cleaned oven.
I carefully placed our 14 pound royal bird in the oven, using my very sturdy, one inch deep cookie sheet. (Did I also mention this was the first time I cooked a turkey in the oven? I usually bar-b-q turkey. It’s faster that way.)
About 45 minutes later, I noticed what seemed to be an inordinate amount of liquid in the pan. Hmmm, I thought. I knew the turkey had been completely defrosted and the innards were out. I looked in my poultry cookbook (for the first time) and read the directions, only to find that I should have placed the turkey in a deeper pan. I did my best to scoop out the liquid. Another 45 minutes went by, and I had to repeat the process. This time, I noticed the liquid was more dense and flowing faster. Some had dripped over the edge of the pan. Aha, I thought, I’m baking off all that nasty fat. 30 minutes later, smoke began to escape from the oven vent. I opened the oven door to find my turkey in flames. I quickly ushered my children outside, in case the oven blew up. I called the fire department (who happened to have a fire stations just acrosw the street. ) My husband grabbed the fire extinguisher and I urgently suggested to him that he not spray toxins on our dinner. In his panic, haste, and I’m sure, desire to keep a roof over our heads that night, he aimed, fired, and dressed our dinner in white.
We had my favorite meal for Thanksgiving that year. Dinner out.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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