My chemistry needs a rest

I fell in love with this group during my last visit to Portland over Christmas. This song is just amazing. I had this song playing on my ipod during a cardio workout the other week and had my heart rate around 186 BPM for an hour straight on the elliptical. Love it! Sit back, reflect on life, and just rest you mind....and your chemistry.

Wait a minute.....I thought....

Wind breezes through your hair.
Clouds vaporize thoughts.
Your top is down.

Sunlight protrudes the skyline.
Mountains become motorists.
Speed uncertain.

Rims shine like diamonds.
How Far is Heaven plays on the radio.
No exit to miss.

Another blinker-less commute.
Early to work yet again.
Rooftops always prevent dings.


It's hard for me to believe two things these days:
1) It's 2010.
2) Michael Jackson is dead.

Jacko's only wish was to own the world's first flying car. MJ, we have definitely not forgotten.

We're working on it for you pal....we're working on it.

Lets put a little soul in our Christmas

Give Taylor Hicks a microphone and he sings.
Give Taylor Hicks a microphone at Christmas time - and he fu*kin wails! 
So sweet, so soulful, so douchy. Merry Christmas from the President of the Soul Patrol! I feel so blessed this year for getting the chance to see him perform live atop an ice-cream cone during Grease in San Francisco. My life is a little more complete, and a VERY important entry has been scratched from my bucket list.

Finally the week is over...

Today is Friday and am I GLAD that the week is over! Time for relaxation, time for jubilation, time for.....drinking! I can think of nothing better (well....maybe one thing) than to kick your feet up and warm your stomach with our good old friend who goes by the name of Al-Co-Hol.
So grab the one you love, listen to this jam, and thank God it's Friday!

There's no hope being an Iso-Tope!

When I first moved to Denver I wanted something to keep me busy. I wanted something that would make me feel good inside. I wanted something to make me feel alive. Thank you Craig's List! One sunny afternoon when my babee was at work, I emailed Chris Gentz about possibly playing on a team he was forming. He told me that I was in. I smiled for 10 seconds straight. The first practice we had, our team looked like Afghanistan - bombed and depleted. The second practice, only 2 other players showed up. Weeks went by and I was getting really excited for  ballin it up. The first game we had, we got smoked by 60 points. Utterly embarrassed and humbled by defeat,  we thought the loss may have been due to being a brand new team. That was very wishful thinking on our part. Now, here we are just finishing week 9, and we are still undefeated in the loss column. It's so frustrating at times, but I've mastered the "art of losing." These days I don't blame losing on lack of unity nor out of shape men, I blame our 0-9 record on one thing - our name is the Isotopes.

Beepilepsy kills thousands every hour

Beepilepsy is an involuntary spasm caused by the beeping, buzzing, or vibration of a piece of electronic equipment, especially equipment worn in clothing, such as a cell phone or pager. Generally, the severity of spells of beepilepsy decreases with time, but cases are known in which, after two years of familiarity with a given piece of equipment, the beepileptic spasms of one sufferer still reliably amuse acquaintances and passersby.
Wow, it's about time someone finally flipped epilepsy! This word just makes me laugh. Beepilepsy has been created! I'm not sure why I'm so happy - but who cares? It's plain awesome. Next time people break their neck to glance your direction after your cell phone vibrates in public you should say "Can I help you? I'm a beepileptic bitch! Mind your business."

Ladies.....don't play with guns.

One word applies to this video - priceless.