lottolaughs's Blog

Probably mentioned it before but no, I don't have a cellphone. When I leave the house I don't wanna be bothered. My answering machine works just fine,thank you. They had a story about cellphone services on yahoo a couple of weeks ago and I made a comment about not having one and,of course,some jerko had to reply.."Well...what are you gonna do if your car breaks down one day?" And I replied back..."Well...cars have been breaking down since they were invented...what do you think people did in the "old days"???? Yeesh!! My comments always seem to get a lot of thumbs down,lol. But I don't care.  

A couple of days ago my aunt and I were taking our usual night time walk and when we got to the corner of my block we slowed down because we saw something ahead on the sidewalk. Approaching it, we saw that it was a squirrel. It looked like a dead squirrel but then we saw it move. Obviously,it was injured. We didn't see any blood but it was just kind of on its haunches and shaking. It started to like,keel over,then would right itself. Everytime a car drove by you could tell the sound scared him and he scooted around. 

Well,need I say it? My heart broke right then and there. Poor little thing suffering. It looked like it was going to die any minute.

What do you do? You can't pick it up and cuddle it...it is a wild animal,after all. You can't exactly take it to the vet at 8:30 in the evening or even to an emergency vet since most (if not all) do not tend to wildlife. Here it was getting dark and this poor little guy looked like he was headed for that big squirrel kingdom in the sky. As we continued on I started praying to God to end his suffering SOON.

I knew  from experience it is difficult to get help for wild animals in the city here of Sacramento. We're in the middle of 2 rivers and the small mammals like skunks and raccoons and possums make there way into the city and your backyard especially if they're doing any work on the levees.I've rented a few traps in my day from the feed store to catch possoms that were in my front yard. Then take them to the river. If you call the city for a trap they charge you and then just kill the animals. 

About 4 years ago the  "toilet squirrel" incident occured. My mother calls me on the phone..."You're not going to believe this. I started hearing this squeaking coming from the bathroom and there's a squirrel in my toilet!!"

"A WHAT?"

"A squirrel!"

So I rushed over,lifted the lid and looked in there.Yep...it was a squirrel. This was on a Saturday evening...GOOD LUCK getting any help. He couldn't get out because the toilet was too deep. But first of all where the heck did he come from?

Poor thing had to stay in there through the morning. I got on the horn...callled the city. NOPE...can't send anyone out. No funds in the budget for that kind of service. Called 3 or 4 other numbers they gave me and FINALLY got ahold of a guy who's specialty was dealing with wildlife. He lived about an hour or two away and it was about 4 hours before he got here and by then the poor little soul was dead. I still can't get that out of my head and it still makes me cry to this day. The guy looked around the bathroom and found a hole underneath the cupboard where he had crawled in. He had actually crawled through the wall and was probably so thirsty he went for water then...bloop! May God have mercy on his little soul...just such a tragic thing.  Well,the guy plugged up the hole with some kind of special goop then left with $200 of my money and the sad little squirrel in a plastic bag.

This brings me back to THIS squirrel incident. (What is it with me and squirrels??) And about getting help for this little guy.

I left my aunt's house after our walk and drove by the squirrel again just to check on him on the way home. There he was....didn't see any movement at first....but then I saw him twitch. My heart just clenched and I drove on home and bawled my eyes out pleading for his suffering to end. (Is that a bad thing? Of course we don't wish for anything to die but the state that squirrel was in..there wasn't any life left to pray for,I felt)

Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well. Woke several times with a heavy heart just hoping and praying that God have mercy on him.

The street he was on is not a main street but it is HEAVILY travelled by people walking and exercising. I can't count how many people passed us by jogging,bikeriding,walking their dogs while my aunt and I first saw the squirrel. They all looked then looked away. It was pathetic,really. I wanted to yell at them...WHERE's your cellphones now,you jerks??? A small creature is sitting here writhing in pain and you dare look away? You dare to not call or TRY to call someone for help??? (Not that there was anyone to call really since at that time of night everything's closed anyway) But STILL.

First thing in the morning I was planning to go around the block and check on him. Thought for sure a cat would get him or a dog since he was just plopped right there on the corner in the middle of the sidewalk.

My aunt called me first thing in the morning and said,"I have some news. I just went to the post office and passed by the squirrel and it is STILL MOVING."

My heart sunk. Surely this little guy couldn't have made it through the night. My prayers weren't answered. Where was God? Did He not hear me?

Maybe He did. Maybe He was about to teach me a lesson or something. I grabbed some unsalted almonds before walking around the corner because maybe the squirrel was hungry.

There he was....still shaking. Still leaning over. I tossed an almond at him but he showed no interest. Now my mission was to save this little guy. I felt so bad for wishing him dead. Now I wanted him to live with every beat of my heart.

I ran home and got on the phone. My land phone! I called our community information line and they gave me some numbers of places that dealt with Wildlife. 2 didn't answer but one had a recorded message. There was a place I could actually take him...they gave all the instructions. Put it in a box...poke holes in it. I googled where the heck this place was....out in the boonies. I didn't care if it was in TIMBUCKTOOO. There was actually a place that could help him! Why wasn't I informed about this before? Why this...why that? Forget all that now!! Go get the squirrel!!!

I ran over to my cousin's house and said...come help me save a squirrel. He grabbed a shovel and I grabbed my laundry basket on wheels (the basket I used to bring BusterBrat to the vet in :) It makes a nifty animal carrying case. Plus is had a nice cushy flannel sheet in it.

We drove around the corner and my cousin used the shovel to guide him into the basket. The squirrel had a little more life now, it seemed. It took us quite a few minutes...everytime the shovel touched him he'd jump. But that was a good thing!! Then the sprinklers turned on at the house on the corner and the squirrel was getting on the grass and was completely soaked by the time we got him in the basket and slammed the lid down. He looked like a little drowned rat but at least he was safe in the basket and away from anything else that could hurt him. More people were going by and watching us but no one said a thing. I didn't pay much attention because we were on a mission now.

For the first time in hours I felt a little better. He was protected in the basket...he was out of harms way. I put him in the backseat... we jumped in the car and got on the freeway. Had just taken a glance at the directions to this wildlife association so wasn't sure exactly where we were going but, I tell you, God was driving that car yesterday...my hands were just the tool. We got lost a couple of times but somehow, about 30 minutes later we arrived at the Wildlife Care Association. I ran in, filled out a paper with my name and wheeled him in. I stared in the basket hoping that we werent' too late and his little wet head was up and he kinda looked back at me before the lady wheeled him away.I can't describe how HAPPY I was to see this little life still hanging on!

I asked if I would be able to find out what happens and she said probably not since they recieve around 6,000 wildlife animals a year. It's hard for them to keep track of all the smaller animals. They rehab them and send them back out in the wild. And get this...it didn't cost me a thing!! WHAT!!!! I was ready to sign my house over to these wonderful people who do this!! They are all volunteers...vets...specialists...etc. I can't believe a place like this exists!! 

So now I'm going to make a donation...how can I not? They were the only ones who could help and hopefully I can spread the word out more around my city that this great santuary exists for these little creatures. And I'm going to call them in a couple of days to see if there's the slightest chance I can find out about his fate.

I feel relieved that he didn't wind up as a cat's lunch or didn't burn to death on the sidewalk (it was going to be pretty warm that day...luckily our evenings and mornings are cool) then get kicked in the gutter. Sweet little thing...I sure hope I can find out what happened.

Guess the lesson in all this is...NEVER GIVE UP HOPE NO MATTER HOW DOUR THE SITUATION. I admit...I gave up hope but God didn't let me. He sent a helpless squirrel to teach me that,"The Sidewalk Kid" we named him.

And it's a lesson I'll never forget.

It also taught me something about people. I admit I was so angry watching their averted eyes at something that was obviously in pain......but maybe they were as scared as the squirrel...about getting involved...about not knowing what to do.

I didn't know either but all I had to do was pick up a phone.

Just checked this morning and the 7 remaining Hoarder Souls were pulled yesterday!!! 

Was praying my heart out these past few days. I,like a lot of people, were really rooting for these dogs to be rescued. Now they will get the medical attention they need and the love they deserve. I've seen 3 put up for adoption already.

Here's one....how cute is THAT??

What a difference a bath can make!!! These little guys are getting their first dose of TLC ever. This is one of the younger ones. Most of them are Shepard Mixes.

My heart is smiling for the first time since I've heard about this case.  I will post more "freedom photos" of the dogs as they become available. 

And now on to pay up my pledges for these dogs. This is the best money I've spent in years!!!! 

Hoping more rescues step up to the plate today...their time is running out. SIAR supposedly went and saved 7 more today...kudos to them for taking a majority of these poor souls.

One of the dogs had to have an operation to take a chunk of glass out of it's abdomen/stomach. These sweeties were eating dirt!!! I certainly hope the "hoarder" will be eating dirt one day....heck...they don't even deserve that!

God help you if you abuse animals....He is watching!!!!

As you know from my last blog entry I've been keeping an eye out on these poor dogs.

If anyone can help pledge a dollar or two to help the remaining 40 out of 135 San Bernadino Hoarder Dogs so that they may be rescued..please visit the Friends of Freddie page on Facebook today.

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.487300308021639.1073741838.118795328205474&type=1

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I've pledged for 3 or 4 dogs...seeing if I can dig a little deeper in my change pocket today.

These sweet babies have been living in squalor for years and desperately need us :)

Some of you may have seen the story lately about the 130 dogs rescued in San Bernadino. My heart just broke when I saw this particular photo of one of the dogs after it had been taken to the Devore Shelter. Guess we can't explain why some things touch us more than others. I really wanted them all after seeing the pictures but couldn't get this one out of my mind. I wanted this baby!

 

 

Yesterday I found a few Facebook pages where they were focusing on these dogs and posted this photo on a couple of them asking if anyone knew what happened to this little guy.

 

These dogs can only be given to rescue places since they've been living in packs and have not socialized with humans that much. I had read that a rescue group here in Sacramento went and picked up 35 of the dogs.

 

Someone responded on the Friends of Freddie Facebook page that this dog had been picked up by the Sacramento Independant Rescue Group. (Guess Facebook's actually good for something,lol)

 

WHAT WERE THE ODDS ?? LOL. I couldn't believe it.

 

It's not like she's mine (YET :) but I feel like we're destined to be together.

 

I feel like I won the lottery :)

 

Here is the email I received today: 

 

 

 

Yes!  We have her….here are some pix snapped yesterday:

 

 

 

 

I'm going to give this place a call and see what other information I can find out about her. The dogs just arrived at the rescue a day or so ago. She most probably won't be put up for adoption for quite some time but I'll keep my fingers crossed. 

 

And, in the meantime,I'm trying to think of some "baby" names in case I get lucky again and have the chance to bring this little love home some day..

 

Feel free to give me your suggestions :) 

 

 

 

 

Like most of the world today I'm in shock over James Gandolfini's passing. Couldn't believe it when I saw it show up on yahoo last night. It was like being socked in the stomach....felt that physical. Guess that show and character still packs a punch.

The Sopranos will go down in history as one of my (and millions of others) all time favorite shows. And not because I'm half Italian  but just because it was a brilliant show. The character of Tony Soprano evoked so many emotions. This was a man who killed and hurt people (not only physically but mentally....just ask his long suffering wife Carmella).

Yet we loved him. And it was because of James Gandolfini's raw,soulful blood and guts acting.

We couldn't take our eyes off him. We saw his vulnerable side. We saw him cry. We saw him trying to be a good dad and struggle with "mother" issues. We felt his stress and pain.

This character was us. (well....except for the maiming part,lol)

Many of you may know that David Chase (the creator of the Sopranos) used to write for the Rockford Files occasionally. All of the shows that had to do with the "mafioso" were usually written by him. You will see the beginnings of the Sopranos in those shows. A couple of the same actors that played in those Rockford shows actually turned up on the Sopranos years later.

I never watched the show when it originally aired. Picked up the first season on DVD when it came out though. I admit I didnt really get into it at first. But then after watching the 4th episode...the one where he's taking his daughter to college...it finally kicked in and I knew there was something great here. After all these years I still haven't finished watching the complete series. Stopped around the 5th season. That's what happens when I really like a show,lol. Find it hard to finish watching it when I know there won't be any more episodes. Now I will have to go back and watch the whole thing. It will be that much sadder this time around but what better way to honor the timeless, gut wrenching great piece of work this show is.

The last drink at the Bada-Bing has been served.

This one's for you...Tony.

Yes, I love numbers.  Yes, I love working with numbers. Yes, I like sharing what I learn.

I, like many others here on LP, am questioned frequently "What do you see for Tri State Mid or Ohio Eve...or Timbucktoo in 2023?"

Really?

Well,let me haul out the old crystall ball,lol.

Sorry, I am not a psychic. I do not make up magic lists of numbers for every state everyday. Don't have time. I have shared dozens and dozens of systems here. Go to the Lottery Systems Board and set the "Show Topics" box to "All History and peruse at your leisure all that the great family here at LP have written.

Here is what I CAN tell you....upgrade your membership here IMMEDIATELY to PLATINUM and you will "see" what I do.

Learn how to use the SEARCH DRAWINGS feature. Find hot numbers that show up in your state that you should be playing if you are really serious about lowering your odds in lottery games.

If you aren't reading this messsage now in my blog and send me a PM asking what will show up in your state I will send you this so you can understand where I'm coming from.

Sorry if I sound a little harsh but you have to realize that we aren't psychics. "Predictors" to a point...but that's about it. I am happy to answer any of your questions to the best of my ability or if you have trouble with a system or,when time permits,I can do a little searching for hot numbers for you. But as for telling you what is going to be drawn on any given day...NOBODY can tell you that.

Only the machine knows for sure :)

I just write the formulas like others here. Nothing I have shared on the LP or in my books is written in stone. That's the great thing about systems...you can change them to your heart's desire. I love it when people take something I've written and rework it. That's what it's all about. 

We try our best about helping you lower your odds. Because that's all we can do. So,speaking for myself and all the other great contributors here,we love to help you. But,please,remember...we system writers have a lot of ideas....do a lot of studying and testing...but at the end of the day we're in the dark just like you until the numbers are drawn.

Thanks :)

Can there ever be a more wasted day in your life then being called for jury duty? LoL. I know,I know,it's an important part of being a citizen in the good old USA but can't they do something to make it less....what's the word I'm looking for....time consuming? It's the one day that you get to spend behind bars while the defendant stands out in the hall.

My first summons appeared when I was 19. Waaaay back then you had to serve for 2 weeks,lol! I don't know how I did it. One day now is excrutiating. Thank God they changed that,here in California at least. If you don't get picked to be on a jury that first day you're free to go. They can't bother you for the next 18 months. But bother me they do. On average I've been summoned every 2 to 3 years....UGH!  It feels nice to be so loved....NOT!

I knew my time was coming. Yep,there it is! Last service was in 2011. I can just about set my watch to it. 

The summons envelope arrived about a month ago and so I reported to duty this past Monday. Same old drill. Bad movies playing in the lounge...something with Rock being a "Bad Daddy" and Robin Williams in a motor home. Wasn't really paying much attention. I was "people watching" instead. Some creepy guy eyeing this young girl up and down who was sitting next to him at one of the desk stations where people can use their laptops. EWWW! Another girl on a laptop with a headset on staring intently at the screen. Every once in awhile she'd mumble quietly into the mouthpiece....things like..."sandmich....sandmich....el-ahsh...el-ahsh" I'll admit,THAT made me curious. And here I thought she was some kind of telemarketer or landing planes. ODD!

Then there were the "readers" (which I was TRYING to do but is almost impossible with all the commotion around you.) That's why I brought a large print Harlequin Romance because I knew there would be no "serious" reading accomplished that day,lol. Everytime I'd go to read the first line of Chapter 1, a tittering roar of laughter would burst out from the...ahem...white-haired group of people watching Rock dig into a huge plate of spaghetti or getting squirted with something. I smiled more watching them then at the movie...cute! 

Tap! Tap! Tap! The ladies who are in charge kept tapping on the microphone before they made an announcement. It's really to wake you up, I think.

"Just to give you a heads up....We have 3 panels we'll be calling this morning...we're just waiting to hear from the courtrooms." Blah blah blah.

I have a little trick I do. Don't know if it's "foolproof" but it HAS worked the last 2 times I've been on jury duty. When they start calling out names from the lottery pool I start saying to myself..."no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no..." They call in alphabetical order and when it gets near my last name I REALLY turn it on and say it a little louder (only in my head,mind you...lol) "NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO.." And,hey,it worked! Didn't get chosen at all on Monday. Try it next time you're summoned :)

I still wish they could do something about the wasted time,though. There must have been 400 people there. That's a lot of twiddling thumbs. They called about 5 panels all day...about 20 people each time so...what? That's really only about 100 people they needed. You'd think they'd have some kind of idea how many trials would be going on but they never seem to. And it never changes in all the 20+ years I've been. The jury lounge even looks exactly the same! Someone really needs to improve the magazine section. Please! Not everyone is interested in golf. 

So what did I learn while doing my civil duty? Men read Stephen King and murder mystery thrillers. Women read Nora Roberts and Tami Hoag. Men are more quiet but Women love to TEXT CONSTANTLY!! This society we live in is something else,I tell ya. In the "old days" I remember striking up a lot of conversations with people sitting around me. It was fun way to pass the time. Now everyone is so into themselves and their little screens. It's really pathetic. I don't even have a cellphone and like it that way! 

I guess the day was really "summed up" when this older Oriental man with ipod headphones in his ears happened to turn around smiling and said "This is the most boring day of my life!"  I gotta "lottolaughs" out of that one. Well said,sweetie. Made my day! 

Signing out now....until 2015. This is one lottery I wouldn't mind losing for a change! 

Well,to me,anyway...lol. Ever wonder what happened to some of those singers who had one hit wonders? Or what your favorite singers from yesterday are up to?  I admit..sometimes I sit around and think of these things. Then I google.

Seems like a lot of the people I thought of aren't up to much these days. In fact,they're not up at all. 

Maybe some of you remember Greg Guidry who sang "Goin' Down" in 1982. No? LoL. That was a great song and not quite what the song title might imply :) It was more about him going out of his mind over a girl. Come to find out the poor guy's charred body was found in his car in his garage in 2003.  (age 53) It was ruled as a suicide.  So Sad.

What about Randy VanWarmer? You had to be deaf not to hear his song "Just When I Needed You Most". His sad mournful voice ruled the airwaves in 1979. Another sad story...died in 2004...age 48...leukemia.

How many of you remember Robert Palmer? "Didn't Mean To Turn You On". "Addicted To Love". Dead of a heart attack (age 54) back in 2003! I had no idea. Still have those old 45's!

Roger Voudouris may be someone that doesn't ring a bell but "Get Used To It" was a pretty major hit in 1979. I had no idea he was from my city! But again,sad news. Died from liver disease in 2003 at age 48.

And my man Ben Orr from The Cars died in 2000 at age 53 of pancriatic cancer..yowsa. Who can forget The Cars?!!!

Think I'll stop now...this is getting depressing. Maybe I should just stop "wondering" and just listen to the records instead,lol. 

RIP guys...your music will live on forever :)

Well,we can all breath a sigh of relief...the new Pope has been chosen. Religion is one of those touchy subjects I usually keep away from but all the hullabaloo lately about the new Pope reminded me of an incident that happened to me years ago.

Yes,I'm a lifelong Catholic. Not so much a practicing one but it's there in my blood and being. I had always gone to public schools but right after 6th grade my parents enrolled me in Catholic school. But after 7th,8th and 9th grades I found out I was really a "public school" kind of kid after all. The Catholic schools were kind of "clique-y"...just didn't fit in. These kids had gone to school since kindergarten and didn't take to a "newbie" invading their space.

Believe it or not, in 8th grade I seriously considered being a nun,lol. It was after our class took a field trip to a priest's seminary to see how they live. That's something you never quite forget. Plus one of the nun teachers always told me..."Oh,you're so sweet..you should be a nun". Guess that put ideas in my head. It made me feel good that she said that but now looking back,was she just buttering up recruits? lol 

Near the end of 8th grade my school had a "Big Sister,Little Sister" day where they took you over to the Catholic High School and hooked you up with a freshman student and you tagged along with them for the day to give you a preview of what you were in for the next year.  

I remember my "Big Sister"...she was all thin and bubbly and blonde haired with anklet socks and teeny fashionable sneakers. She looked like an "in" kind of person. Right away a gnarly feeling knotted in my stomach. I wore glasses. I wasn't hip. I wore size 9 1/2.

Ever been to an all girls Catholic high school? (Ick!) During Christmas vacation MY freshman year I remember lying in my bed at night and thinking.."I can't go through another year of this". First there was the creepy "Theology" teacher. (Think that's what religion class was called) He used to look down the girl's blouses..I saw him do it multiple times. (ick!) Then there was the time I actually saw the Vice Principal with a broom shoo-ing boys off the campus. (I'm really not making this up!) During assembly's all the girls would put their arms around each other and sing together...I'd look around the whole circular auditorium and each girl blended in with the next all chained together smiling and crooning. But not me. I stood to the side tired of all the perfume and skirts and girl chatter. I wanted to smell some sweat,see some whiskers and pants! Boys!!!

Classes there kicked my ass...it was tough but somehow I made it through. My only friend was this Mexican girl who didn't speak a word of English but somehow we managed to be friends. Laura her name was. We ate lunch everyday together. She had a gold front tooth.She gave me a Christmas card and I still have it to this day. Don't know why she was even there or what she could have possibly learned but I never forgot her and never found out what happened to her. Laura,if you're out there,HOLA!!

Well,anyway,back to the story,lol.

Right before graduating high school (public,yeah!) I quit going to church. My parents couldn't make me anymore! Not that it was a burden... it's just that period where you want to start making your own decisions. And it wasn't until my father's funeral 11 years later I set foot back in the church.

But it felt a little different this time.

The "incident" had happened...something that shook my faith....something equivalent to finding out there was no Santa Claus. (I've never really been the same since THAT moment,lol) 

It was while I was clerking at a neighborhood liquor store. (I was the Lottery Ticket girl!)

HE walked in one evening.

A man I hadn't seen since my childhood.

A man who had given me my First Communion...heard my First Confession (shudder!)....gave me my Confirmation.

Father Such and Such.  (Can't remember his name anymore)

He wasn't wearing priest's clothes but that's not so unusual when they go out in public sometimes.

He came up to the counter carrying a bottle of wine. Again,not so unusual I suppose. But something felt...different.

I can't recall our exact conversation but we got to talking and I mentioned remembering him and how he had given me my sacraments. He then said he was NO LONGER A PRIEST.

Guesss I kind of blanked out when he was explaining himself. How are you a priest and then NOT a priest? OK,I know it really happens in life but at the time it just dumbfounded me.

This man had placed a Holy Host in my mouth...put the Body of Christ on my tongue...had sat on the other side of a screen and heard me confess lying to my mom about something. (What can you expect...it was third grade after all,lol)

I realized at that moment he was just a MAN. There really WAS no Santa Claus.

Years later I sit here and ponder how much this has affected me. Oh,not enough to EVER  make me NOT believe in    religion ...God is everything to me.... but  it sure broke some kind of "illusion" I had about it all. Now I look at it more "realistically" I suppose.

Except at Christmas time. Because even today...if I listen hard enough...I STILL think I hear Santa on the roof!

To go from singing a duet with Peter Frampton in everyone's living room to singing at some Texas college football halftime show must be a real let down. Especially when the audience is half empty. Especially when people are stuffing their faces....talking among themselves and looking around for the audience cam to single them out so they can stand up with silly friends and wave excitedly to strangers.(Hey look at me...here's my 15 seconds!) The dis-interest at this gig was so overwhelming I was embarressed for you as you strained to hit those high notes. Don't worry...I'm sure no one noticed. (But Why oh why did you cheat us on your long notes during "Teenage Wasteland"???!!!!!)

I hear there's an album offer...other then that it looks like a lot of "Local Gigging" has been going on.

Oh Terry...what went wrong? lol Pardon my criticism but all during Season 3 of the The Voice I never felt you really "connected with the audience". Tight...restrained...shy...humble...nervous? This was your chance!! I tried to help you like many others (suggesting "ballad ballad ballad" on your facebook page went almost unnoticed until you finally popped up with "I Wanna Know What Love Is" TOO far into the game!)

Look,there's no one more an "80's chick" than me but those tunes just didn't really cut it. One or two..okay...yes you brought back some old memories but it continued on too long. You played it too safe...you should have done more "hip" songs. (Personally I wouldve love to see you even sing something from the 90's!) Ever heard of Nelly? You could've given 'em "a little bit a....and a little bit a....Hot in Herr! THAT would've even sounded more updated then Journey tunes. Yowsah. I don't know....song choices were not always in your favor. And here you have such a wonderful voice (did I forget to mention I'm a HUGE fan??) 

When you and Peter dueted that was the highlight of Season 3!! That brought tears to my eyes!! (even though Peter was a little "self-involved" and seemed like he was solo-ing instead of dueting.) Well,what can you expect I suppose when 2 men are singing "Baby,I love your way". Hard to look into another man's eyes when singing THOSE lyrics.

Could this all have been a case of nerves? Is it because you're now a family man with a wife that you couldn't "let loose" like a real rocker boy? I've got the "Driveblind" album now....your voice seemed a little looser and stronger. Have you smoked too many cigarettes? Hints of Ozzie....Daltrey.....Graham...I hear so many voices in your own. It's so versitile that I wonder...have you found YOUR OWN voice yet? You are like a chameleon...whatever song you're  singing you can sound like the original artist. Will the REAL Terry McDermott PLEASE stand UP?!!!!

So much potential...so much talent. It's all WASTED if someone doesn't pick you up and do right by you. Someone with an ear to steer you in the right direction...some producer that "gets" you and finds you a place on the map. For pete's sakes,young man....you've paid your dues. You were on national television....everyone knew your name. Don't let them forget!

This fan will be waiting for the next chapter.

Hope it's "Once Upon A Time" and not "The End." 

God Bless this poor little Boxer who got burnt in a warehouse fire in Houston TX. You may have seen this on the front page of Yahoo today.

A Facebook page has been started for him (called Rocky The Boxer) to accept donations. After a week he has been doing better. A gutwrenching story...my heart just goes out to him. On my way to make a donation now...

We're rooting for you Rocky!

I don't know why I continue to watch "The Voice". Every time I'm disappointed that my favorite singer doesn't win. Well, last night proved no different....here we go again.

Guess it was only "fair" that a girl won since the last 2 winners were guys but it only makes the case stronger that these kinds of shows are fixed some way or another.

Terry McDermott should have won hands down. Besides being as cute as a bug in a rug he had the most crystal clear tone that instantly brought me back to the 80's and the good old rock sound that has sorely been missing these past 2 decades. I could listen to him sing "99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall" underwater then having to listen to Rianna sing "Diamonds" even once!

The greatest moment of the whole season was last night when Terry dueted with Peter Frampton. WOW. What a cool moment that must have been for him. And you know me...the 80's chick,lol....seeing Peter sing with a new up and comer after singing with the Bee Gees (loves of my life :) ....whoa, just couldn't stop smiling watching that and yes, a tear came to my eye.  Peter sounded absolutely wonderful after all these years! Love little moments like that!!

Have no doubt there are good things ahead for Mr. McDermott. Told my sister to get writing a tune for him,lol. If it could happen with Freddie Curci it could happen again! Sis and I have always been "entertainment junkies". Should have been talent scouts. (yeah,right but it's always been my dream job!) In 1996 I watched a movie called "Ten Benny". There was a young man named Adrian Brody who starred and I thought to myself while watching that...hey this guy's gonna win an Oscar someday. And a few years later in 2002 he did win Best Actor for the "The Pianist"...the youngest ever at 29 to do so. Predicted another Oscar winner in Benicio Del Toro when first viewing him in "Basquiat" in 1996. 4 years later he won for "Traffic". 

I quit watching most current movies back in the early 2000's and reverted to pretty much old black and whites. New movies today no longer hold my interest. And most of my favorite power-hitter stars of the 80's are getting older and falling into "cameo appearances" which make me sad. There hasn't been an actor to blow me away since Tim Roth. ("Captives" anyone? Love it!)

Today it seems as if anyone can have "talent" and score a gig on TV. Just show up being your most disgusting,obnoxious self and BINGO! a new reality series is born. That's why when I hear a pure singing voice like Terry McDermott come along it makes me pause and be thankful that there still is some real true talent out there waiting to be discovered. It gave me hope again.

But judging from America's taste...teeny bopper twits (like last night's winner Cassedee Pope) are going to be winning those record contracts. Who wants to bet that next year we'll find her CD at the bottom of the bargain bin for $1.50? I won't be digging to find it. But you can bet your bippy I'll be foraging for Terry's old band's CD when he was in "DriveBlind".

In fact I'm going to Amazon right now in search of the real "Voice"!

"Payphone" anyone? Adam...could this be your long lost brother?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkExjeUSCcQ&feature=related

Well now...I don't know how many of you are watching "Breaking Amish" on TLC. I made the mistake of catching the first show so, naturally, I got hooked :)

Some of the things rang false as in most every "reality" show. These "Amish" seemed to know a lot of hip words which you wouldn't expect them to know. But the one thing that wasn't fake was the one poor girl who wears dentures. They would have to pay me a king's ransom to pull out all my teeth to "get into a role" so have to believe at least ONE thing about this fiasco of a show.

It got me a little curious about the Amish ways. At the library I checked out some Amish books. (Large print,natch!) These are romance...Christian fiction they call it. They look funny sitting next to my "Fifty Shades of Gray" trilogy,lol. No one ever said I wasn't diverse in my reading :) Starting breezing through the Amish books and, as expected, they are "nice" stories..slow paced. Have to admit I feel "good" when I read them. Makes me feel cleansed after partaking in some of my guilty pleasures like the one below.

One show that always makes me feel like taking a shower after watching is the old Joysey Shore. I tried these past 5 seasons to find just one of the gang that I liked and sympathized with. Still can't find one,lol. Don't know why I started watching in the first place but you know how that goes...the train wreck you can't tear your eyes from.

At least the show knows when to throw in the towel...they're all starting to get a little long in the tooth to keep showing their cuckoos and all. Have to admit they have given me a "lottolaughs" through the years. The one thing that's disturbing is that this show is on MTV and a hit with the younger set which,of course, it's geared at.

Now we've all had our own rowdy moments as youngsters but can't for the life of me remember when I ever got into a fight and had my extensions ripped out. These guys take drinking,partying and fighting to a whole new level and I just wonder what their own kids someday will have to say about that in the future. I, for one, could not imagine watching my mother drunk out of her head bent over peeing and passing gas on a    backyard deck.(One of the funniest Snooki moments ever last season...I should be ashamed, or rather, SHE should :) But,then again, who knows what morals will be like even 20 years from now? lol. That show might seem to their kids silly and old fashioned. Kind of like the 1950's young girls novels I used to read in the 80's where all the girls wore cute skirts and were waiting for their first kiss. (I was one of those geekies! Maybe that's why those books appealed to me so much :)

Well,we all can't be Amish. There's be no Lottery Post if we were :) Gambling's a big no-no for them. And I guess we all can't be Jersey Shorish either....somewhere in the middle is just fine by me. Balance is the key to life. That's why after I read a chapter or two of "Fifty Shades" and finish watching the latest "Shore" I'll go put my white "kapp" on and feel "good" again as I delve into my Amish book :)