Music Monday

My three most played songs of last week:
1.  The Walking Dead by The Dropkick Murphies
2.  No Tengo Dinero by Kumbia Kings with Juan Gabriel
3.  The Pot by Tool

Top 10 "All Time" Most Played Songs:

1.  Friday I'm in Love by The Cure
2.  The Middle by Jimmy Eat World
3.  My Girlfriend's Dead by The Vandals
4.  I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones
5.  Tu Solo Tu by Selena
6.  Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes
7.  Miss Murder by A.F.I.
8.  Days Of The Phoenix by A.F.I.
9.  Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash
10. Island in the Sun by Weezer

The top ten list has already had some shuffling around, but so far The Cure stayed at the top. 

Random Song of the Week:
Mostly Memories by Less Than Jake

An Open Letter to Refrigerator Magnet Vendors....

Tomorrow, my Texas Longhorns will play a home game against UCLA.  Allie is a UCLA "fan".  I put it in quotes because she couldn't tell you anything about the team other than the fact that UCLA is in Westwood. 

I don't necessarily care that she's not a true fan, because as a fan of sport, I love the fact that she's probably more excited about this game than I am (I expect it to be over by halftime, in my team's favor, of course.)  We have been talking trash all week long in anticipation of the matchup and I found this on our refrigerator yesterday morning as I left for work:



Now this is, by far, an amateur way of trash talking...but since I knew it was Allie that did it, I was impressed.  Plus it gave me the opportunity to really get into the spirit of the game.  With one major exception.

Apparently, there are not enough magnet letters on our fridge to talk trash.  Even using the letters that Allie had already used, I found it frustrating that I couldn't create the phrases I needed.  (Phrases such as "Ice Cube wouldn't be caught dead in Westwood" or "When Tupac rapped about California Love, he never mentioned Westwood" or "Second Best Team in LA"  or "U$C's little brother" or "UCLA wishes Bush would have given his Heisman to them")

Alas, I had to settle for "Go Texas".  Such a sad, sad response to an easily winnable war.  I realize that when I bought the letter magnets that I wasn't getting an infinite supply of them, but I also think that some responsibility should be shared by the people who sell the magnets.  Who was your focus group when deciding the number of letters to put in the package?  Where was the market research?  Where was the "vision" for your product?  Did you really think people would just be happy spelling the alphabet on their fridge?

All of this points to a desperate hour in the history of refrigerator magnet decorations.  I implore you to realize the flaw in your marketing strategy and correct your errors so that no one else suffers as I have.

(P.S. you could also just send me some extra vowels, another X and a dollar sign and we'll call it even.)

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Before I was married with children, I could devote entire weekends to doing nothing but watching football.  Now that I'm all grown up, I usually end up having to pick and choose which games I watch in order for me to have time to spend with the family. 

It doesn't bother me one bit to spend time with my family/friends rather than watch "the big game", but when I do find the time to watch some fooseball, I like to give it my undivided attention (just as I would with my family).  My family time is sacred....my football time is equally sacred. 

Allie seems to disagree.  It is inevitable that at a crucial moment in whichever game I happen to be watching, she will call my name out and beg me to come to the other room to tell me some important bit of information (it usually amounts to some Kardashian sister making the tabloid headlines.)  I've realized that this occurs with frequency, so my subconscious has revolted against Allie by giving me the ability to tune her out. 

I can do this so well that she can be screaming in front of my face, and I still won't miss a single snap of the game.  Yes, it's a talent that many wish they had. 

So, it should come as no surprise (especially to Allie) when a conversation like this happens:

Allie:  (Moments after I picked her up from work) What time is it?  5:30?  Shit, you're making me late for my volunteer meeting!
Me:  What meeting?
Allie:  I told you yesterday.
Me:  (Thinking really hard)  You told me about the meeting but you didn't tell me that it started at 5:30.
Allie:  Oh my God!  Yes I did...you never listen to me!
Me:  I do too listen to you but I promise you never told me what time you had to be there. 
Allie:  Yes I did, you were watching the stupid Saints game...you and your stupid football.  Maybe you should pay attention to your wife every once in a while. 
Me:  YOU TOLD ME WHILE THE GAME WAS ON?
Allie:  Yes!
Me:  Well, that's your fault then, isn't it?