Time is running out...I know this has been a difficult challenge, but I'm about ready to close the mixed tape chapter of my blog and move on. If you'd like to submit your favorite song to the "Meaningful Mixed Tape" mix, please do so ASAP. I would love to hear from you, so please comment as soon as you can. If you have a hard time narrowing it down, just pick something you're currently listening to - I would totally dig anything you have to give me.
To those of you who've already submitted songs! I love them. This is going to be fun!!
Love,
Em-Cat
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The Meaningful Mixed Tape
I have a preposition for all of you...about, above, beyond, for, from, in...actually that was a bunch of prepositions. What I mean to say is - I have a proposition for you. Anyone who knows me, knows I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEE mixed tapes (aka mixed CD's, iPod Playlists etc.). I like using the phrase "Mixed Tape" because I'm a product of the 80's - don't judge. If you were one of the recipients of my "Making Out I" or "Making Out II" CD's, you know I have a knack for putting good music together. I even did a compilation CD in place of a Christmas card last year.
OK - so here's my proposition. I want everyone who reads this blog to tell me what your all time favorite rock, jazz, indie or pop song is - and we'll have the BEST mixed tape of all time. Don't be shy...if you've never commented on this blog before, it's not rocket science and it's easy to figure out. (Daddy - your taste in music is so fantastic that if I don't get a great Jazz piece I'm going to lose faith in all humanity.) I'm going to exclude classical since we're going for a different type of genre.
Once I have plenty of comments, I start mixing. Give me the name of the artist, the song title and the album. If you want a copy of the CD, e-mail me your address at emcatg@gmail.com. If you feel left out and want a copy of Making out I and II, let me know and I'll send those as well. I'm so excited! Get those juices flowing and start thinking of your all time favorite song!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
GUYS! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!!!!!!!
Have you ever had one of those experiences where something so embarrassing happened that you wish you and everyone involved would forget it? The following is one of those experiences...THANK HEAVENS it didn't happen to me or I'd never lived it down (I'm still trying to forget the Salty Sea experience...hmmm...I guess I shouldn't have put that one into the blogosphere...What can I say? Sometimes I ain't the brightest star in the sky). I was actually one of the people who witnessed the following incident. Those of you who know me, know I LOVE to embellish things - you know for shock value - and the funny thing is, there is absolutely no embellishment in the following story. That's what makes it so incredibly HILARIOUS!
I have a dear friend named...Wait! I'm going to have to change her name to protect her innocence...hmmm...Let's just say her name starts with an "N" and ends with a "atalie." (What can I say? I have the personality of a 5th grader, too bad I don't have the intelligence of a 5th grader...If I had, I might have done better on the G-Mat, or at least had a higher nerd score - I'd better shut up before everyone online knows how dumb I really am)
I've been friends with Natalie since junior high school . I always thought she was the most natural, down to earth and fun-loving friend I had. She still is...She's always known when to be serious, but she definitely had this innocently funny personality when it was time to be silly. You'll know why I use the word "innocent" as you continue to read...
One night, some of my buddies and I decided to hang out at our friend Rachel's house. The bulk of us (by "bulk" I mean all of us but Natalie) became engrossed in a fascinating conversation - the content of which completely slips my mind at the moment (Crap! I think I'm getting early onset Alzheimer's).
After sitting there listening to us droll on about whatever it was we were talking about, Natalie piped up and said she wanted to watch a movie. We were too absorbed in our conversation to pay her any mind. I don't think any of us even noticed her leaving the room.
After a few minutes she reappeared at the foot of the living room stair case and announced that she had picked out a movie and everything was ready for us to join her downstairs. We all gave her this look like "uh...whatever" and continued on with our fascinating conversation about (in your best valley-girl voice) how cool drama is and how we're totally all going to major in musical theatre and like Larry Mullen Jr. is like totally hot and how cool Shayne and Sean are for inventing "red-mountain-ruby-dew-biting-cocktails"and how much Sterling Keyes reminded us of a younger version of "Mr. Holland's Opus" etc, etc, etc...She couldn't seem to get our attention, so she gave up for a few minutes and went back downstairs.
5 minutes passed and she reappeared, to once again to begin her futile attempts to try and persuade us to come downstairs to watch a movie!!!! This happened another 2 or 3 times. Finally, she just stood on the staircase glaring at us through the railing.
She must have been super bored, because after a few minutes of begging us to pay attention to her, she became silent. I think it was the silence that actually caught our attention. Simultaneously, the group of us turned our heads toward her and finally gave her the notice she'd been pleading for...It didn't really hit us until her sheepish little voice said "Uh, guys!?!?!? I think I'm stuck!"
Did she say "Stuck"? Why yes she did. "What could she possibly be stuck in?" you ask? Do you remember when you were like, I don't know, 3 years old, and your mom was constantly telling you not to stick your head between the poles in the railing? Right around 4 years old and after traumatically getting your head jammed between the railing poles like 12 times you finally figured out that it wasn't a great idea to put your head there. Somehow that concept never quite made it to the area of Natalie's brain where the "common sense" is stored. You guessed it...this 17 year old "almost" adult had gotten her head wedged between two poles and was furiously and fruitlessly trying to pull it out.
Everyone in the room burst out laughing so hard that our intestines felt like they were about to poke through our jeans.
Rachel had this high-strung cocker spaniel who got nervous any time someone looked at it funny. You can only imagine how this dog reacted with all the chaos. He simply didn't have any other option than to plop a dooby right smack dab in front of Natalie's wedged head. Naturally this turned our mere laughter into hollers of sheer joy and delight in seeing our poor friend in this situation. I swear I laughed all the cellulite off of my rear end.
Don't We Look Like the Cast of "Rent"?
(Top Row: Nicole and Danny Middle Row: Em-Cat, Natalie and Kelly, Bottom Row: Rachel)
After taking pictures and laughing some more, we finally Crisco'd her temples and slipped her right out. Natalie was such a good sport and still is about it to this day. I think she has to be...it's just something she's going to have to live with for the rest of her life.
Thanks Nat for giving me permission to tell your embarrassing story to my peeps online. I owe you one!
I have a dear friend named...Wait! I'm going to have to change her name to protect her innocence...hmmm...Let's just say her name starts with an "N" and ends with a "atalie." (What can I say? I have the personality of a 5th grader, too bad I don't have the intelligence of a 5th grader...If I had, I might have done better on the G-Mat, or at least had a higher nerd score - I'd better shut up before everyone online knows how dumb I really am)
I've been friends with Natalie since junior high school . I always thought she was the most natural, down to earth and fun-loving friend I had. She still is...She's always known when to be serious, but she definitely had this innocently funny personality when it was time to be silly. You'll know why I use the word "innocent" as you continue to read...
One night, some of my buddies and I decided to hang out at our friend Rachel's house. The bulk of us (by "bulk" I mean all of us but Natalie) became engrossed in a fascinating conversation - the content of which completely slips my mind at the moment (Crap! I think I'm getting early onset Alzheimer's).
After sitting there listening to us droll on about whatever it was we were talking about, Natalie piped up and said she wanted to watch a movie. We were too absorbed in our conversation to pay her any mind. I don't think any of us even noticed her leaving the room.
After a few minutes she reappeared at the foot of the living room stair case and announced that she had picked out a movie and everything was ready for us to join her downstairs. We all gave her this look like "uh...whatever" and continued on with our fascinating conversation about (in your best valley-girl voice) how cool drama is and how we're totally all going to major in musical theatre and like Larry Mullen Jr. is like totally hot and how cool Shayne and Sean are for inventing "red-mountain-ruby-dew-biting-cocktails"and how much Sterling Keyes reminded us of a younger version of "Mr. Holland's Opus" etc, etc, etc...She couldn't seem to get our attention, so she gave up for a few minutes and went back downstairs.
5 minutes passed and she reappeared, to once again to begin her futile attempts to try and persuade us to come downstairs to watch a movie!!!! This happened another 2 or 3 times. Finally, she just stood on the staircase glaring at us through the railing.
She must have been super bored, because after a few minutes of begging us to pay attention to her, she became silent. I think it was the silence that actually caught our attention. Simultaneously, the group of us turned our heads toward her and finally gave her the notice she'd been pleading for...It didn't really hit us until her sheepish little voice said "Uh, guys!?!?!? I think I'm stuck!"
Did she say "Stuck"? Why yes she did. "What could she possibly be stuck in?" you ask? Do you remember when you were like, I don't know, 3 years old, and your mom was constantly telling you not to stick your head between the poles in the railing? Right around 4 years old and after traumatically getting your head jammed between the railing poles like 12 times you finally figured out that it wasn't a great idea to put your head there. Somehow that concept never quite made it to the area of Natalie's brain where the "common sense" is stored. You guessed it...this 17 year old "almost" adult had gotten her head wedged between two poles and was furiously and fruitlessly trying to pull it out.
Everyone in the room burst out laughing so hard that our intestines felt like they were about to poke through our jeans.
Rachel had this high-strung cocker spaniel who got nervous any time someone looked at it funny. You can only imagine how this dog reacted with all the chaos. He simply didn't have any other option than to plop a dooby right smack dab in front of Natalie's wedged head. Naturally this turned our mere laughter into hollers of sheer joy and delight in seeing our poor friend in this situation. I swear I laughed all the cellulite off of my rear end.
The poor girl had to sit there inhaling the fumes of the doggy turd while we had our laugh out...Of course times like these required documentation. What kind of writer would I be without illustrations?
Natalie With Head in Rail
Natalie With Head in Rail
Don't We Look Like the Cast of "Rent"?(Top Row: Nicole and Danny Middle Row: Em-Cat, Natalie and Kelly, Bottom Row: Rachel)
After taking pictures and laughing some more, we finally Crisco'd her temples and slipped her right out. Natalie was such a good sport and still is about it to this day. I think she has to be...it's just something she's going to have to live with for the rest of her life.
Thanks Nat for giving me permission to tell your embarrassing story to my peeps online. I owe you one!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The Cutest Pig in the World
I just couldn't resist posting this cute little bugger...(note the little heart on his side)Happy (Late) Valentine's Day!
Oh! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Do I look fat in this brain?
So I took this test to see how nerdy I am. I scored a 12 which means I'm not a nerd...however it said I wasn't that cool either. What does that make me? I guess I'm a "not-so-nerdy-girl-with-some-attributes-of-a-nerd." There's gotta be a better word for that. Let me know if you think of one.
I came upon this test via my friend Sancho's blog. He scored a 98 and deemed himself the "Supreme Nerd God Olsen." I guess in the Nerd-World that's super cool, but I'll take my score of 12 over 98 any day!
Congratulations Sancho...I'm worshiping you as we speak.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Song
The lights begin to slowly fade away.
The excitement in the room becomes palpable.
All eyes move, one by one, to the head of the arena...
The drums begin their low rhythmic beat
bum, bum, bum, bum
Seconds seem like an eternity
My heart slowly begins the same rhythm
bum, bum, bum, bum
Suddenly, the bass begins its low melody,
Causing the blood to rush through my veins
Like a dam spilling into an empty ravine.
Softly, the guitar, glides into the river of my soul Like a bird on the breeze.
I begin to escape
From reality and the repression of a monotonous day.
Finally, a voice...A voice to give meaning to all the feelings
That have so long awaited to escape the recesses of my heart.
The voice that unites every hair, every cell, every molecule into one.
I look around to see others surrounding me
I look around to see others surrounding me And one by one, at different moments, I can almost see their transformation,
Feel their worries and cares melt into a sea of rhythm and symphony.
As we individually focus on this orchestra of the soul,
We begin to become one great organism.
Our hearts beat with the rhythm of the drums,
The sound of the bass,
The ease and flow of the guitar
And the uniting grace of the voice.
It is at this moment when I truly understand the phrase
"We're One, But We're Not the Same."
Can you tell I saw U23D tonight? U2 just does something to me. If you haven't already seen it, go...it's totally worth it.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
A Whale of a Story
This post is for all two of you who have actually checked my blog on a regular basis hopeful that the rantings of Em-Cat would one day continue. Yours is a labor of love, a pilgrimage to Mecca...through blood, sweat and tears your work has paid off and this post is for you. I have returned in all my glory to give you a silly story from the life of a lunatic...ME...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is an old story that I've told at many parties, gatherings and even church functions. It's also something that my family continues to tease me about to this day. If you've already heard this - keep reading - you may find something new to make fun of me about. If you haven't heard this story - I promise 100% that it's true - Honestly, I have Melissa, Matt and Johnny (the mouths of three witnesses) who will attest to my mania.
To start - you must know that I never got the birds and the bees talk...Ok - my mother will never forgive me for saying that in the blogosphere, so I guess I should say that I received my
mother's watered down version of the birds and the bees. Those of you who know my personality, know that I have no inhibitions - this girl ain't afraid to ask questions no matter how uncomfortable it may make those surrounding me. Take these two facts and put me in a human biology class talking about reproduction...and you have a good old fashioned crisis on your hands.
Knowing this you can only imagine the dinner conversations we had during my high school years. They usually ended up with my dad shaking his head, my mom turning beet red and saying..."Emily...I didn't raise you to be this way!!!!!" and the rest of us lapping it up like members of a caravan at a desert oasis.
Then...came the sisters-in-law. You try joining a family whose younger siblings did everything in their power to make guests uncomfortable. To this day I'm amazed that any of my brothers actually got a girl to agree to a life as a Seamons. It was a feat that should be commended. I really should give all my sisters-in-law awards for overlooking the lunacy factor and joining our family anyway.
This story, however, includes poor Meg. JJ brought her home to meet the family one night and the girl got a large dose of crazy. Mel, Matt and myself became a huge ball of "let's see who can make mom the reddest." This of course meant bringing up dinner conversations that had happened years ago and the whole human biology subject.
I pipped in at one point saying: "You know what I don't get? It's how Whales do it...It's not like you tune into the Discovery Channel to see this whale swimming around with his huge schlong hanging down."
...and Matt replied: "Funny you should say that. I just saw a Discovery Channel program just the other day on the mating habits of whales and I swear the thing is huge...it's as big as our house!"
We all got a big laugh and Meg still married JJ and she's been a good sport ever since...but wait! That's NOT the end of my story.
Fast forward to about three years ago. It was summer time and I was bringing a boy home we'll call "Dye Job" to meet the family. I told my mom to warn everyone to be on their best behavior. This guy was super shy and I don't think he really ever understood me or my family at all...In fact, I actually wonder why he even agreed to meet them in the first place. Thank heavens we broke up after all this or I would have never met Robbie (aaaaahhhhh).
My mom told everyone to be good and a few days before the event I received an e-mail from Melissa that read:
"I hear you're bringing a boy home. I'll be good, I promise." Attached to the e-mail was this picture:
I laughed so hard I peed my pants!!!
The next day we were at a family gathering. Melissa and I were telling Matt and Johnny about the e-mail and Melissa said: "I actually cropped the picture...It had some funny statistics like...'when a whale ejaculates is emits 400 gallons of semen, only 10% of which reaches it's mate...Makes you wonder why the sea is so salty.'"
...and without missing a beat I looked into Melissa's eyes and without any guile said, "REALLY? THAT'S WHY THE SEA IS SO SALTY?????" For about two seconds I actually believed it.
There you have it...me on a plate. I don't think I'll ever get over my naiveté, and honestly, I don't ever want to. As you've already guessed, I kinda like making fun of myself. It makes for great stories...
Here are the stats:
Disclaimer: This is an old story that I've told at many parties, gatherings and even church functions. It's also something that my family continues to tease me about to this day. If you've already heard this - keep reading - you may find something new to make fun of me about. If you haven't heard this story - I promise 100% that it's true - Honestly, I have Melissa, Matt and Johnny (the mouths of three witnesses) who will attest to my mania.
To start - you must know that I never got the birds and the bees talk...Ok - my mother will never forgive me for saying that in the blogosphere, so I guess I should say that I received my
mother's watered down version of the birds and the bees. Those of you who know my personality, know that I have no inhibitions - this girl ain't afraid to ask questions no matter how uncomfortable it may make those surrounding me. Take these two facts and put me in a human biology class talking about reproduction...and you have a good old fashioned crisis on your hands.Knowing this you can only imagine the dinner conversations we had during my high school years. They usually ended up with my dad shaking his head, my mom turning beet red and saying..."Emily...I didn't raise you to be this way!!!!!" and the rest of us lapping it up like members of a caravan at a desert oasis.
Then...came the sisters-in-law. You try joining a family whose younger siblings did everything in their power to make guests uncomfortable. To this day I'm amazed that any of my brothers actually got a girl to agree to a life as a Seamons. It was a feat that should be commended. I really should give all my sisters-in-law awards for overlooking the lunacy factor and joining our family anyway.
This story, however, includes poor Meg. JJ brought her home to meet the family one night and the girl got a large dose of crazy. Mel, Matt and myself became a huge ball of "let's see who can make mom the reddest." This of course meant bringing up dinner conversations that had happened years ago and the whole human biology subject.
I pipped in at one point saying: "You know what I don't get? It's how Whales do it...It's not like you tune into the Discovery Channel to see this whale swimming around with his huge schlong hanging down."
...and Matt replied: "Funny you should say that. I just saw a Discovery Channel program just the other day on the mating habits of whales and I swear the thing is huge...it's as big as our house!"
We all got a big laugh and Meg still married JJ and she's been a good sport ever since...but wait! That's NOT the end of my story.
Fast forward to about three years ago. It was summer time and I was bringing a boy home we'll call "Dye Job" to meet the family. I told my mom to warn everyone to be on their best behavior. This guy was super shy and I don't think he really ever understood me or my family at all...In fact, I actually wonder why he even agreed to meet them in the first place. Thank heavens we broke up after all this or I would have never met Robbie (aaaaahhhhh).
My mom told everyone to be good and a few days before the event I received an e-mail from Melissa that read:
"I hear you're bringing a boy home. I'll be good, I promise." Attached to the e-mail was this picture:
I laughed so hard I peed my pants!!!
The next day we were at a family gathering. Melissa and I were telling Matt and Johnny about the e-mail and Melissa said: "I actually cropped the picture...It had some funny statistics like...'when a whale ejaculates is emits 400 gallons of semen, only 10% of which reaches it's mate...Makes you wonder why the sea is so salty.'"
...and without missing a beat I looked into Melissa's eyes and without any guile said, "REALLY? THAT'S WHY THE SEA IS SO SALTY?????" For about two seconds I actually believed it.
There you have it...me on a plate. I don't think I'll ever get over my naiveté, and honestly, I don't ever want to. As you've already guessed, I kinda like making fun of myself. It makes for great stories...
Here are the stats:
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
Happy Holidays
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
from the Gleason Family!
from the Gleason Family!
I just couldn't resist posting this photo of Robbie at around 10 years old. Robbie and I sat laughing at it for about 10 minutes. That poor Santa Claus probably couldn't feel his legs after the photo was taken. I'm a little frightened to bare his children!I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a very safe and happy New Year!
Love,
Em-Cat and Robbie
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I know I'm a slacker...
...and I was reminded of the fact by my friend K8 who commented on my last post (which was clear back on November 2nd mind you)..."Your lack of writing sucks." K8 - that was a wake up call. Especially since I've had so many things on my mind that I've wanted to write about.
I'm not going to give you all the excuses I have for not writing anything on my blog for over a month...let me tell you they're GOOD excuses...I'll just try to pick up where I left off!
I'm not going to give you all the excuses I have for not writing anything on my blog for over a month...let me tell you they're GOOD excuses...I'll just try to pick up where I left off!
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