Genius in action

I have been to every home Broncos game (but one) this season. Bliss. Todd's company has 2 sets of four season tickets in club level. He gets to invite a client plus one...and I get to be his plus one. I have been very spoiled. Yesterday's game was against the Indianapolis Colts. It was an amazing game...even tho my home-town boys lost by 3. There were 7 or 8 lead changes....and the game came down to the last 6 seconds....Indy Field Goal. DANG! Regardless. I truly enjoyed watching Peyton Manning in action. He's a genius quarterback. Such a student of the game. SO SMART. SO ATHLETIC. Amazing. He is grace under pressure. Everytime he touched the football every person in Mile High was screaming and stomping their feet. In fact, my feet were tingly after the game from stomping 'em so much. Anyway. I loved watching him pick apart the defense. I know. I shouldn't have enjoyed watching him pick apart the BRONCOS' defense...but I love the game of football. Peyton Manning is genius in action.

Oh Madonna

OK - so Madonna was on Oprah yesterday to talk about this debacle with the adoption from Africa. As a side note, I actually feel bad for Madonna and this situation with the adoption. However, I had to shake my head at her English accent. I cracked up everytime her accent would go back and forth to and from her English accent. Folks. Let's not forget. Madonna is from freaking DETROIT! Hahaha!

Kiss-Cam

Last night I had free tickets to the Avs game. We had great seats....14 rows up from the ice...on the attack-twice end. Anyway. Todd was teasing me that we would be on the Kiss-Cam from the second we sat down. OK. For those of you who don't know.....the Kiss-Cam is this thing they do at Avalanche game where they put up people on the jumbo-tron and they are supposed to kiss. Some people are couples...and some not...it's entertainment. Anyway Todd was teasing me that he would do something to embarrass me if we got on the Kiss-Cam...something like lick my face. Ha. So the Kiss-Cam comes up on the jumbo-tron. I keep glancing up...but I was looking thru and scanning the arena to find where the people on the screen were sitting. I notice that the people around us are sort of...buzzing. I look up at the jumbo-tron. OH YES.... we are on the screen. Todd sweetly put his arm around me and kissed me................ from what I remember. Instantly...when I saw us on the jumbo-tron.....my ears started to ring and life was in slo-mo. My cell phone BLEW UP with text messages from people I know who were at the game and saw Todd and I on the jumbo-tron. To add insult to injury....my ENTIRE upper management staff from work was at the game. So.... they gave me shit-galore today about the Kiss-Cam. Ah.... gotta love it. The narcissistic side of me...LOVES that I was on the jumbo-tron. HA!

Bachelor of the Year

This past summer my sister was promoted at her job. Sadly, she had to break her lease and move out of state. She had signed a 2-year lease. She did that because her landlord said that he wouldn't raise her rent for those 2 years....and she thought she would be there for the next 2 years. When she got promoted and had to move she tried to work out a deal with her landlord.... anything. She said she would find a great sub-lease...anything to make this a win-win for both parties. She was in a tough situation. Nope. He wouldn't have it....she would have to pay him rent for a place she wasn't living in....for the next year and 1/2. He wouldn't let her out of her lease. AND...you know....the law was on his side....so I can't really blame him. It got nasty. Lawyers. Lawsuits. Fighting. Anyway. Natalie called me on Thursday laughing her ass off. Her ex-landlord was selected as Cosmo's Bachelor of the Year.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/10/18/earlyshow/leisure/celebspot/main2102523.shtml

For the record....Natalie swears up and down the street that this guy is GAY. C'mon look at this guy....no self respecting straight guy would wear a white belt. LOL.

What a small world.

Get a job...ANY job

Radio is a tough business. People get fired all of the time. It's sad, but in the entertainment business...it's par for course. I am sure that if I stay in radio long enough...I too will get fired. Anyway. Back to my original point. I have watched so many radio people completely self-destruct when they get fired. They sit at home and get wickedly depressed. They look for radio gigs ONLY. Folks. I realize that you have spent the last 20 years being a deejay or a production director...but you have SKILLS other than radio....I promise. Go get a gig at Home Depot, Walmart, King Soopers...damn anywhere. Do you know how well those companies pay? And their insurance packages rock. Put some money into your household. Don't sit at home and become wickedly bitter and depressed....and broke. Apply for those radio gigs on your evenings and weekends. But GET A JOB...ANY JOB. I just don't get it. I really don't get it. I am tired of getting these horrible boo hoo for me phone calls and emails...."there aren't any radio gigs." Then when I suggest another field, there is just silence. I want to shake them..."you have kids....you have a mortgage...you have worth....go out and do something....don't just wallow in self-pity....you have been out of work for 8 months." Sheesh. I have seen it sooooo many times.

Blast from the past

Katie told me yesterday that an old friend of ours, Andrew, is back in Denver and back in radio. Jill is moving to Seattle and he will be replacing her at Katie's radio company. I have known Andrew since Junior High. We dated for most of our 9th grade year. He went to the other Junior High that fed into our high school. He was the lead in the school play. I was the captain of the softball team. From different crowds....but that boy's brown eyes and smile used to make my knees weak. We broke up after a party at my house where I was upset with him...and one of my guy friends decided to beat up Andrew. Quick way to lose a boyfriend who didn't like my football player friends before getting beat up. Anyway. Cut to 10 years later....Andrew and I are working at the same radio company. He is married. I have a boyfriend. He gets a divorce. I break up with the boyfriend. We date again. We break up because he gets back with his ex-wife. That was 3 years ago...I haven't seen him since. Last I had heard was that he was re-married and had moved out of state. NOW - TODAY, I hear he is back. I don't want to date him....AT ALL! I love Todd and that is that. However, hearing his name yesterday dredged up the nuttiest dream last night. I had to crack up.

My dream:

Main Character in My Dream - and real life back story: Charlie - He and I were friends in high school....but he started to hate me because...I went to prom with his friend, Frank...as "just friends" in my eyes. Around midnight on prom night, Frank wanted to go back to the hotel room he had rented to be "alone" with me....and I still wanted to party...so I left him in the room and went back out to party. I ended up kissing my ex-boyfriend. Apparently, that really upset Frank and Charlie got pissed at me for upsetting his friend. (How dumb was high school?)

OK - back to my dream. My dream was that I got a package from Charlie in the mail. It was a bunch of cassette cases with some audio diary recorded by him on them of how much he still hates me today because of all of this different stuff I did in high school....including leaving Frank in the hotel room....and one of the other things...was getting Andrew's ass kicked at my party. Anyway. Way to drudge up some memories KATIE! LOLOLOL! And I think that the audio diary was on cassette cases was a nice touch. HA! What a blast from the past!

Soap Box Time

The article below talks about how kids are influenced to smoke by seeing it in movies. So 2 docs want to have any and all movies with tobacco references in them rated 'R'.

This is what pissed me off. If kids are so monkey see, monkey do....If kids are so damn impressionable to smoke just by seeing it on the screen or TV, then what the hell does that say when they see movies full of people having sex and shooting each other? THOSE movies still get a PG-13 rating. People being violent and killing others but thank GOD they aren't smoking! A kid can shoot up his school, but with this new law at least he won't do it with a Kool hanging out the corner of his mouth.

And ANOTHER thing: since when do smart, reasonable adults let movies and TV tell their kids what to do? That's what parents are for! So this takes one more thing off of a parents To Do list? "Oh, OK, I don't have to talk to my kid about not smoking, it's already taken care of by Hollywood."

I am so steamed about this.

In the movie "Titanic," Kate Winslet's character rebels against her mother by smoking.
For Julia Roberts in "My Best Friend's Wedding," smoking cigarettes helps her character cope.
And in "Men in Black 2," even the aliens smoke. All these movies carry a PG-13 rating, but not even G-rated films are immune to smoking. In the children's movie "101 Dalmatians," villain Cruella De Vil puffs away. Two prominent doctors are hoping to change that. Stanton Glantz, a professor of medicine at the University of California, San Francisco, and founder of Smoke Free Movies, and James Sargent of the pediatric department at Dartmouth say movies that depict smoking are the single greatest media threat to children. This week in Atlanta, they spoke out against the movie industry's portrayal of tobacco. "The average kid watches three or four movies a week, and gets exposed to literally thousands of glamorized depictions of smoking in those movies," Sargent said. Sargent and Glantz found that in 2004, 75 percent of all G, PG and PG-13 films showed characters smoking. Sargent and Glantz want all films that contain tobacco usage to automatically get an R rating. "That one simple change in the rules, we think we would prevent about 200,000 kids a year from starting to smoke," Glantz said. Getting the movie industry to change may not be easy. Since the early days of Hollywood, filmmakers have had a love affair with smoking, using it to build mystique around characters. "Everybody smoked. Alan Ladd smoked. John Wayne smoked. In 'Rebel Without a Cause,' James Dean smoked," said ABC movie critic Joel Siegel. But studies show 390,000 kids start to smoke and 400,000 people die from smoking-related illness each year. Sargent and Glantz say that the health effects of smoking should trump its perceived glamour.

That is NOT a love song

I am often shocked at what song some couples give as "their song". More often than not I think...what the? That is NOT a love song. OK - for example. "Every Breath You Take" by The Police. That song is about a stalker. True.

Here are the lyrics....

Every breath you take.

Every move you make.

Every bond you break.

Every step you take.

I'll be watching you.

Every single day.

Every word you say.

Every game you play.

Every night you stay.

I'll be watching you.

Oh can't you see.

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches.

With every step you take.

Every move you make.

Every vow you break.

Every smile you fake.

Every claim you stake.

I'll be watching you.

Since you've gone.

I've been lost without a trace.

I dream at night, I can only see your face.

I look around but it's you I can't replace.

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace.

I keep crying baby, baby please.

Oh can't you see.

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches.

With every step you take.

Every move you make.

Every vow you break.

Every smile you fake.

Every claim you stake.

I'll be watching you.

Every move you make.

Every step you break.

I'll be watching you.

I'll be watching you...

Creeeepy huh? Not the sultry love song that some may have thought. Or how about "Crash" by Dave Matthews Band. Uh folks....this song is about a peeping tom.

Here are the lyrics.....

You've got your ball.

You've got your chain.

Tied to me tight tie me up again.

Who's got their claws.

In you my friend.

Into your heart I'll beat again.

Sweet like candy to my soul.

Sweet you rock.

And sweet you roll.

Lost for you.

I'm so lost for you.

You come crash into me.

And I come into you.

I come into you.

In a boys dream.

In a boys dream.

Touch your lips just so I know.

In your eyes, love, it glows so.

I'm bare boned and crazy for you.

When you come crash.

Into me, baby.

And I come into you.

In a boys dream.

In a boys dream.

If I've gone overboard.

Then I'm begging you.

To forgive me.

In my haste.

When I'm holding you so girl.

Close to me.

Oh and you come crash.

Into me, baby.

And I come into you.

Hike up your skirt a little more.

And show the world to me.

Hike up your skirt a little more.

And show your world to me.

In a boys dream.. in a boys dream.

Oh I watch you there.

Through the window.

And I stare at you.

You wear nothing.

But you wear it so well.

Tied up and twisted.

The way I'd like to be.

For you, for me, come crash.

Into me.

Or my personal favorite, that I actually heard at a wedding as the newlywed's First Dance "Only You" by Yaz. This is a BREAK UP song for Pete's sake. In the category of ironic....They are divorced now.

Here are the lyrics....

Looking from a window above.

It's like a story of love.

Can you hear me.

Came back only yesterday.

I'm moving further away.

Want you near me.

All I needed was the love you gave.

All I needed for another day.

And all I ever knew.

Only you.

Sometimes when I think of her name.

When it's only a game.

And I need you.

Listen to the words that you say.

It's getting harder to stay.

When I see you.

All I needed was the love you gave.

All I needed for another day.

And all I ever knew.

Only you.

This is going to take a long time.

And I wonder what's mine.

Can't take no more.

Wonder if you'll understand.

It's just the touch of your hand.

Behind a closed door.

All I needed was the love you gave.

All I needed for another day.

And all I ever knew.

Only you.

Oh Willie

Willie Nelson's public statement regarding being caught with a bag of Marijuana:

"It's a good thing I had a bag of Marijuana instead of a bag of spinach. I'd be dead by now."

Face Off

I got invited to attend the Av's Face Off Lunch yesterday at the Hyatt. It's a charity event where all of the 2006-2007 Avalanche players are introduced before the opening of their season. We were at a table of 6 and we had Marek Svatos at our table. He is hot....WHITE HOT....24 years old but really hot. Anyway. The whole team was in suits and every last one of them looked horribly uncomfortable dressed up. As they were introduced on stage I had to giggle at how sweet and humble they all looked. Let's not forget what they do for a living....hockey players draw blood of others and get money and cheers to do so. I found it endearing that they weren't acting cocky. If you have ever been in the presence of professional football or basketball players....you would know that the arrogance is pouring out of every pore. Not the Avs players...and with my experience... Hockey players as a whole. The guys were asked questions by this sports reporter like "who on the team would win at Survivor? Who on the team would be the best Mr. Mom? Who on the team would be most likely to eat a bug? The guys kept poking fun at La Perriere... they call him Lappy...and it was cute. On a side note, Lappy has a face for hockey...he has a roman nose...it's ROAMing all over his face. Anyway...I smiled from ear to ear the whole time. During lunch Svatos smiled at me a couple times and I thanked GOD that the lights were dim...because my face was bright red. He is adorable. I know...he's 24....he's my new fav. GO AVS!

Unrepented Sin

I wasn't sure how to process a conversation I had with a girl I know....so I had to post what was said....to process it a little. A little background first. This gal is 25 years old. A devote Christian. And until a few months ago...a virgin. She met a nice guy online and once they said "I love you" they started having sex. OK. Well they have been having sex for 2 months now. This past weekend they (she) decided to not have sex anymore until they are married. She said, that she feels that she is moving away from her relationship with God because of unrepented sin. She feels that because pre-marital sex is a sin that she is sinning and God will not bless her life or her relationship and in the eyes of the Church and they will be doomed as sinners. She told me that she has asked for forgiveness from God (repentance) for having sex, but that part of the deal with repentance is that you promise to not do it again. She is crushed because Sunday they promised to not have sex until they are married, but had sex last night. She is afraid that this will change her relationship with her boyfriend. She said that they should just go ahead and get married right away so they can start having sex again (wow - what a good reason to get married). She said that if unrepented sin stays on the soul, spiritual decay sets in and a Christian begins to backslide and spiritual death eventually occurs. She said that last night they sat on the couch and tried to not touch each other while watching a movie and when they did touch she felt like she was walking down the path of sin.

After she said all of this without taking a breath and all in 1 minute...I gathered myself and said. "I am sorry that you are down over all of this. I, personally, have never been able to find a religion that I 100% can wrap my arms around because I don't agree with all of the rules or whatever. I believe that sex between 2 consenting adults who LOVE each other is wonderful and shouldn't be viewed as bad. It makes me sad that you are feeling blue over this. I totally respect your church and decisions...and I hope you can find peace with whatever you decide to do. But my opinion is that you should never feel guilt because you show love thru sex with the person you love. Sorry. That is my opinion. " (said all in one breath and under a minute.)

I can't find the words to say anything more.

Generation Y

Erin and I went to The Fray concert at Red Rocks last night. We joked on our way into the show that we would probably be the oldest people at the concert. Well...we were right. About 95% of the audience was younger than us....the age group called Generation Y....18-27 year olds. OH well. The concert was so fun. We danced, laughed and cheered. At one point while I was dancing, I scanned the crowd. The majority of these Gen Y'ers were not dancing....at all. They were not talking to the people they were with...but talking or texting on their cell phones. They were taking pictures on their cell phones and typing in captions. What the? These kids have NO idea how to interact with people face to face. They are not active or athletic at all. I made a crack that they don't know how to dance unless they are dancing on a video game...using their thumbs to move... not their feet. It was scary to me. Has technology created a world of people who won't know how to look at someone and actually laugh out loud? Or will they just type LOL into their cell and text it?