My mom is part of a Irish singing group. Once a month, they take over a local bar, bring in musicians and sing Irish songs at the top of their lungs and drink good Irish beer. Rob and I went before the wedding and I think it motivated him in some way. He has taken it upon himself to learn some good Irish drinking songs and I love to hear him sing them as he strums away on the guitar.

I am the world's worst singer. I hear what the music sounds like but what comes out of my mouth is nowhere close to what I heard. It is a total inability to create a note. The mind is strong but the vocal cords are not willing.

The other day Rob came out of the bedroom with the guitar and the tablature to our favorite one and announced that we were going to learn it. I told him that I can't sing and I an old enough to know that it's beyond my capabilities. No delusions here. Rob looked at me and said (with a straight face and truly meant it) "you have a great singing voice". I laughed when he said that and replied "it's only because you love me so much".

So, there I am, singing along with Rob and I felt like one of those dubbed Japanese movies. In my head I am forming the notes just as I heard them; but what is coming out of my mouth is something totally different and definitely NOT in synch with what my brain is trying to do.
Even though I sounded like a cat in heat, howling away, I had a very nice time and think that when Mom and Rob are singing along my caterwauling won't stand out too much.

Hm, watched the Passion of Christ last night. South Park called it a snuff film and I tend to agree. What a let down, I would have asked Mel Gibson for my money back also. I don't think that movie had any redeeming value and don't understand why it made people want to change their lives. It was a move of a guy being tortured to death with a biblical theme as seen through the eyes of an out of touch Hollywood ego maniac.

I'm going to buy a lottery ticket today, it's up to a zillion dollars. I know that I'm not going to win but the last time it was up that high I spent $5 on tickets. I forgot to check my ticket the night of the drawing but the next morning when I was watching the news I saw the ticker and laid in bed thinking about what our lives would be like if we didn't have to worry about money and even though I didn't win, I liked that feeling. So I am going to spend $5 again. I'm buying a fantasy.

I created a myspace account after lurking on my brothers page for 6 months. I managed to find a whole faction of my post college friends, it's funny to see what they are into now as opposed to what they were woing 15 years ago. I suppose we all grow up.
It seems like all the defunct bands now have myspace shrines to themselves, interesting.

We are heading back into construction land. The new cabinets will be here in about a month, the new appliances will be here next week and the counter tops will be here in about a month.

As of next week, we will FINALLY have a dishwasher! I can't begin to describe how much of a pain in the ass life without a dishwasher is. I don't EVER want to wash a dish by hand. I can bet that Rob feels the same way. I bet we hook up the dishwasher in the middle of the kitchen before we start the renovations. We'll definitely have the new stove hooked up before the renovations start. I can't wait for the new kitchen.

We have been reading up on additions, bump outs and dormers. Our attic is going to be huge once we get the addition done. It's so neat to have a big open floor plan and get to design where everything goes from windows and AC vents to the location of the bathtub and closet. I have a hidden agenda also... the stars to the attic are horrifying. I am secretly hoping the architect can suggest a new place for the stairs or SOMETHING to make them less treacherous. A few months ago, while discussing the addition, I told Rob I wanted lights on the steps and he said that would be too complex and really wasn't an option. Last night when I was trying to find a new place for the stairs he suggested putting lights on the current staircase. I love him.