I think my husband may have multiple personalities. That is the only explanation I have for his behavior. How else do you explain how the same guy who shuffles around my house in slippers, laughs outloud at "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" and "According to Jim", and goes to bed around 9:30 p.m. is also the guy who gets up on a stage in front of a room full of people and rocks out on the microphone? Multiple personalities! Its hard to blend these two people together in my head. It is a little surreal when you watch the person you wake up to each morning morph into a rock star onstage. He stands up there, wailing away on his vocals, playing with the band, dancing around, and joking with the crowd. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? And where does he go at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday night when the other guy is getting ready for bed?
I do have to admit it is sort of fun having a rock star for a husband. He's good. Seriously. He's really fun to watch perform onstage and I am still amazed at the amount of evergy he puts into every show. I guess I have come to terms with being a rock star's wife. Of course, I do keep a bat on hand to fend off any groupies...
For some great original rock 'n roll, check them out: Delta Whiskey Myspace Page
An article on the husband's band: What's In a Name - Delta Whiskey Article
and a podcast to go with it: Poolside with Delta Whiskey - Write up and Podcast
And believe it or not, Rachael Ray and I have something in common (and no, it is not our bubbly personalities)! Both of our husbands are lead singers in rock bands and both of them are playing at Stash's Cafe in New London, CT on Saturday night. The Cringe will be starting off the night and Delta Whiskey rocking out the rest of it.
May 31, 2007
May 10, 2007
I just can't stand it!
I can't believe that I am actually willing to dedicate any of my blogging time or space to Paris Hilton, but I just can't stand it. There is a petition asking for a pardon from the governor of California. And why does she need a pardon? Well, because she got a DUI and then drove with a suspended license. And how did she manage to do that? Well, you see, her publicist told her she could drive. She also signed a document acknowledging that she was not to drive (she claims she didn't read it, but just signed). This woman is 26 years old. If you are not responsible enough to comply with a court order by the age of 26, you have more problems then jail time.
What gets me more than anything else is that there are people out there trying to get her pardoned. The woman drove drunk and then drove with a suspended license. She deserves whatever legal ramifications any other citizen would receive. I read the petition. I also saw James Lipton do a live reading of it on Conan. It is truly disturbing to me. Some quotes from the petition include:
"She provides hope for young people all over the U.S. and the world. She provides beauty and excitement to (most of) our otherwise mundane lives."
and
"If the late Former President Gerald Ford could find it in his heart to pardon the late Former President Richard Nixon after his mistake(s), we undeniably support Paris Hilton being pardoned for her honest mistake as well"
Seriously? Is this complete absurdity or is it just me?
What gets me more than anything else is that there are people out there trying to get her pardoned. The woman drove drunk and then drove with a suspended license. She deserves whatever legal ramifications any other citizen would receive. I read the petition. I also saw James Lipton do a live reading of it on Conan. It is truly disturbing to me. Some quotes from the petition include:
"She provides hope for young people all over the U.S. and the world. She provides beauty and excitement to (most of) our otherwise mundane lives."
and
"If the late Former President Gerald Ford could find it in his heart to pardon the late Former President Richard Nixon after his mistake(s), we undeniably support Paris Hilton being pardoned for her honest mistake as well"
Seriously? Is this complete absurdity or is it just me?
May 04, 2007
To the driver of the 18-wheeler...
For as long as I can remember, those giant 18-wheeler trucks have always scared me. When I began driving, I always had smaller cars and knew that one of those big trucks could squash me like a bug. I have always sped past them as fast as I can and have always felt anxious if there are too many around me. Yesterday, for the first time, I was profusely thankful to the driver of the 18-wheeler behind me. The driver of that truck saved my life. Seriously.
It was a beautiful, warm day. I was driving on I95 south to pick-up my husband from work. The highway is cruising right along, happy as can be. I have my windows and sunroof open, music on, enjoying life. We come over the crest of a hill. Traffic is at a dead stop. They closed the left lane to do some "yard work" on the side of the highway. I slam on my brakes, keeping an eye on the car in front of me because I would like his bumper and mine to live separate lives. I glance in my rearview mirror and see the 18-wheeler trying to stop and know instantly that he does not have enough space to stop his rig without taking a few cars out in the process.
My heart thrust into my throat and as a sense of "oh my god" panic started to hit, that driver pulled into the breakdown lane to stop. He knew he didn't have room. He knew what to do to get the room he needed to stop. By the time he got his truck to stop, he was next to my rear bumper. Next to. Meaning if he was still on the road, the car behind me would have been part of my rear bumper and he would have been very close behind. It took a moment to catch my breath. And then another moment to know that the driver's quick thinking meant I was still alive and well. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what could have just happened. And then I just kept repeating "Thank you" over and over again in my head.
I never saw that trucker's face. I know his truck said Bradway trucking from New Jersey and got his tag number off the back of his truck as he passed me later (914054). All I know is that the person behind the wheel made a decision that saved me. And for that, I am incredibly grateful.
It was a beautiful, warm day. I was driving on I95 south to pick-up my husband from work. The highway is cruising right along, happy as can be. I have my windows and sunroof open, music on, enjoying life. We come over the crest of a hill. Traffic is at a dead stop. They closed the left lane to do some "yard work" on the side of the highway. I slam on my brakes, keeping an eye on the car in front of me because I would like his bumper and mine to live separate lives. I glance in my rearview mirror and see the 18-wheeler trying to stop and know instantly that he does not have enough space to stop his rig without taking a few cars out in the process.
My heart thrust into my throat and as a sense of "oh my god" panic started to hit, that driver pulled into the breakdown lane to stop. He knew he didn't have room. He knew what to do to get the room he needed to stop. By the time he got his truck to stop, he was next to my rear bumper. Next to. Meaning if he was still on the road, the car behind me would have been part of my rear bumper and he would have been very close behind. It took a moment to catch my breath. And then another moment to know that the driver's quick thinking meant I was still alive and well. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what could have just happened. And then I just kept repeating "Thank you" over and over again in my head.
I never saw that trucker's face. I know his truck said Bradway trucking from New Jersey and got his tag number off the back of his truck as he passed me later (914054). All I know is that the person behind the wheel made a decision that saved me. And for that, I am incredibly grateful.
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