<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922</id><updated>2012-01-24T23:23:33.592-07:00</updated><category term='needtobreathe'/><category term='Yoruma'/><title type='text'>Tasha's 2fer Tuesdays</title><subtitle type='html'>Let me rock your socks off every Tuesday with two songs that relate to each other in whatever way I see fit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1821973272032752440</id><published>2012-01-24T23:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:23:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It</title><content type='html'>Just so that all of you know, I have no shame about my eighties and even seventies roots. I can be as 80s as I want and you won't make me feel one iota of embarassment. So with that disclaimer, I am posting songs from  my mother's aerobics classes of yore. I think tomorrow morning I will work out to THIS music. If it was good enough for the 80s, it is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhBkFsdSwtk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhBkFsdSwtk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CImrIKNmBo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CImrIKNmBo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1821973272032752440?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1821973272032752440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1821973272032752440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1821973272032752440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1821973272032752440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/work-it.html' title='Work It'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1222355803208012098</id><published>2012-01-17T21:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:47:54.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319149"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;Today was Ben Galde's birthday. And I was working and stuff. And I bet he went out and had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191235"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;Ben, you are totally awesome. You kick ass. And so this 2fer is dedicated to you. We need to kick it very soon (like, Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qTY6-xKHpM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qTY6-xKHpM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfxyyvTqf3A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfxyyvTqf3A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191380"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;Ben Galde In Platforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191383"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_132686131319160"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191384"&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt; he does not want to depress you&lt;br /&gt; oh no no no no no&lt;br /&gt; he only wants to impress you&lt;br /&gt; Ben Galde in platforms&lt;br /&gt; he only wants to embrace your culture&lt;br /&gt; and to be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt; Ben Galde, Ben Galde&lt;br /&gt; oh shelve your Western plans&lt;br /&gt; and understand that life is hard enough when you belong here&lt;br /&gt; A silver-studded rim that glistens&lt;br /&gt; and an ankle-star that...blinds me&lt;br /&gt; a lemon sole so very high&lt;br /&gt; which only reminds me, to tell you&lt;br /&gt; so I break the news gently&lt;br /&gt; I break the news to you gently&lt;br /&gt; "Shelve your plans"&lt;br /&gt; Ben Galde, Ben Galde&lt;br /&gt; its the touchy march of time&lt;br /&gt; that blinds you&lt;br /&gt; don't blame me&lt;br /&gt; don't hate me&lt;br /&gt; just because I'm the one to tell you&lt;br /&gt; that life is hard enough when you belong here&lt;br /&gt; life is hard enough when you belong here&lt;br /&gt; shelve your western plans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191401"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191402"&gt;Dedicated&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191405"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326861313191406"&gt;If you wore one big mask&lt;br /&gt; You'd never get a chance to kick ass&lt;br /&gt; Demons in the spring&lt;br /&gt; I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt; "I'll be coming"&lt;br /&gt; Whenever no one follows, nope&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Ah hope you've got a minute&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I'd love a minute of time&lt;br /&gt; Or they all go "fuck it if your winded"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You know, given me the rhyme&lt;br /&gt; Demons in the spring&lt;br /&gt; I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt; "I'll be coming"&lt;br /&gt; Whenever no one follows, nope&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Ah, hope you've got a minute&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I've got a minute of time&lt;br /&gt; For they all go, "fuck it if your wasted"&lt;br /&gt; You know, givin' me a rhyme&lt;br /&gt; Demons in the spring&lt;br /&gt; I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt; "I'll be coming"&lt;br /&gt; Whenever no one follows, nope&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; If you wore one big mask&lt;br /&gt; You'd never get a chance to kick ass&lt;br /&gt; Demons in the spring&lt;br /&gt; I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt; "I'll be coming"&lt;br /&gt; Whenever no one follows, nope&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all to you (me)&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all&lt;br /&gt; As long as no one follows, nope&lt;br /&gt; The string things out for string&lt;br /&gt; So many for "moi"&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated all&lt;br /&gt; Dedicated, dedicated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1222355803208012098?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1222355803208012098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1222355803208012098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1222355803208012098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1222355803208012098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4688734333866841770</id><published>2012-01-10T21:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:18:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash</title><content type='html'>I was recently introduced to the lovely Lana Del Rey by my little sister. Her voice is enchanting, but this video is weird meets white trash. I guess that's why I'm pairing it up with another very white-trashy video. My older sister played 99 Problems by Jay-Z for me months ago and I loved it at once. Then I heard this white trash version of it in not one, but TWO movie soundtracks (Fright Night and No Strings Attached). I don't know that I like it better than Jay-Z, but it did fit my theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bag1gUxuU0g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bag1gUxuU0g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/onDh4P1cE2E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/onDh4P1cE2E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4688734333866841770?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4688734333866841770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4688734333866841770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4688734333866841770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4688734333866841770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/white-trash.html' title='White Trash'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-3328239998853558014</id><published>2012-01-03T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:32:29.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Strong!</title><content type='html'>You thought I was going to forget the 2fer tonight didn't you? Ha! I was planning on doing it right before bed. And actually, I should be in bed already. It is 21 minutes past my bed time. But here I am putting together this up-beat style 2fer because it is a new year and I will succeed!!!!! At EVERYTHING!!!!! No seriously, how many resolutions did you make? I have a still-growing list. It's somewhere around 25 at this point. I figure this way I'm bound to end up keeping SOME of them, right? Heh. Ok, well, anyhoo. I am really really enjoying Kasabian. And sometimes it reminds me of Mute Math. But not necessarily these two songs. There you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2C0OEVWKZv0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2C0OEVWKZv0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYA1QAkw4Zo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYA1QAkw4Zo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the Runner&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot the runner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a king and she's my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot the runner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a king and she's my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;Dream again in your way,&lt;br /&gt;Always knew that you would.&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself to the scene,&lt;br /&gt;Am I only a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot the runner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a king and she's my queen, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang&lt;br /&gt;Bang away on my chain,&lt;br /&gt;[My chain]&lt;br /&gt;Always know that I can,&lt;br /&gt;Get your ass to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Absinthe make you a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot the runner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a king and she's my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot the runner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a king and she's my queen, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings&lt;br /&gt;Kings may come and then go,&lt;br /&gt;Having sex in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's stronger than that,&lt;br /&gt;Lose your taste like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[La la la la la la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my queen, I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot the runner,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm a king and you're my queen, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nervous wreck&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is coming back&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch me at the porno rack&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I on hell's highway&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preachers are on the prowl&lt;br /&gt;And they got me on the TV dial&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers or burn and rot&lt;br /&gt;Gotta move fast when you're on the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I on hell's highway&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;If I'm on hells highway&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get right or get left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I on hell's highway&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;If I'm on hells highway&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walking paranoia&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking paranoia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-3328239998853558014?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3328239998853558014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=3328239998853558014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3328239998853558014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3328239998853558014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/start-strong.html' title='Start Strong!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1691151005324065750</id><published>2011-12-27T14:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:49:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasha's 2fer Tuesdays - Not Old - CLASSIC</title><content type='html'>Well, has everyone had a great holiday season so far? Just one more bright, shiny weekend left before its back to the grind. I don't want to do the whole reflections thing where I rehash my year and think about how things have got to change this year. Things are changing. Big time. I'm looking forward to it. I just turned another year older, and honestly, I don't feel older. I actually feel younger, and more free than I have in a long, long time. Both of these songs come straight out of the late 40's, but they are still being recorded today. Just goes to show that good stuff doesn't really get old it just becomes a classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJFf29jUnrs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJFf29jUnrs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXR2obqi45g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXR2obqi45g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1691151005324065750?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1691151005324065750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1691151005324065750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1691151005324065750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1691151005324065750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/tashas-2fer-tuesdays-not-old-classic.html' title='Tasha&apos;s 2fer Tuesdays - Not Old - CLASSIC'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7238363962235491979</id><published>2011-12-20T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:55:19.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme-y Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So, my dad sent me a holiday flash mob video. I am double minded about the flash mob phenomenon. I mean, I enjoy watching them, especially seeing one in person is lots of fun. But, there is a part of me that feels like the whole thing is just another rendition of yet another internet video meme. And lets face it, I secretly enjoy the other thing as well. (Okay, not so secretly). Anybody else smell what I'm steppin' in? Hope you have a merry little Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlsonschool.umn.edu/holiday11/"&gt;Flash Mob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lol.escoflip.com"&gt;Deck the Halls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-7238363962235491979?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7238363962235491979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=7238363962235491979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7238363962235491979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7238363962235491979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/meme-y-christmas.html' title='Meme-y Christmas!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1415940191384366144</id><published>2011-12-14T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:27:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late and A Dollar Short</title><content type='html'>I know I failed yesterday, but you all deserve music. I'm not even going to post Christmas music. Just a couple of cute videos with good music that I saw this week and loved. I hope they bring you a little cheer. (Ok, maybe I'm the only one who gives two hoots about Doctor Who, but the song is cool anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVJfErLlyLI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVJfErLlyLI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuM6fjAoNCw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuM6fjAoNCw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1415940191384366144?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1415940191384366144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1415940191384366144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1415940191384366144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1415940191384366144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-i-failed-yesterday-but-you-all.html' title='A Day Late and A Dollar Short'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2464523026074929118</id><published>2011-11-29T10:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:46:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Magic</title><content type='html'>I can't even remember the last Tuesday morning that I spent in front of my dear sweet screen listening to music and trying to decide what to send for a 2fer. Fun morning. :) At the special request of Vince, we are being serenaded today by the Dead Weather. (Good thinking, Vince!) and the fun part for me is thinking what to match up with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImbW-p4c4gQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImbW-p4c4gQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLsBJPlGIDU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLsBJPlGIDU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cut Like a Buffalo by the Dead Weather&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I look like a woman but I&lt;br /&gt;Cut like a buffalo&lt;br /&gt;Stand up like a tower, tall&lt;br /&gt;But I fall&lt;br /&gt;Just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hit me if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;But don't take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a prick with a pin woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when it's broke&lt;br /&gt;But only if it's broken&lt;br /&gt;You know I treat you like a joke bu you&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell when I'm joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut a record on my throat&lt;br /&gt;But the record's not broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that you choking?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you choking?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you choking?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I look like a woman but I&lt;br /&gt;Cut it like a buffalo&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when it's broke&lt;br /&gt;Just like a woman&lt;br /&gt;You cut a record on my throat then you&lt;br /&gt;Break me wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a prick with a pin woman&lt;br /&gt;Push it into my skin girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a prick when I sin and I&lt;br /&gt;Know I can't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I look like a woman and I&lt;br /&gt;Cut like a buffalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafe by the cracker factory&lt;br /&gt;You were practicing a magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed&lt;br /&gt;On the last of your pick and mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said: "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called cold before"&lt;br /&gt;As you bit into your strawberry lace&lt;br /&gt;And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper.&lt;br /&gt;It's all you had left and it was going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pastimes consisted of the strange&lt;br /&gt;And twisted and deranged&lt;br /&gt;And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning&lt;br /&gt;And how you liked to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time that I caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of excuses to postpone.&lt;br /&gt;You never looked like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide&lt;br /&gt;The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With folded arms you occupied the bench like a toothache,&lt;br /&gt;Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war.&lt;br /&gt;Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction&lt;br /&gt;There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your pastimes consisted of the strange&lt;br /&gt;And twisted and deranged&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning&lt;br /&gt;And how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninviting&lt;br /&gt;But not half as impossible as everyone assumes--&lt;br /&gt;You are Crying Lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pastimes consisted of the strange&lt;br /&gt;Twisted and deranged&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Lightning, &lt;br /&gt;Crying Lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Crying Lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pastimes, consisted of the strange&lt;br /&gt;And twisted and deranged&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that little game you had called Crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2464523026074929118?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2464523026074929118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2464523026074929118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2464523026074929118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2464523026074929118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/morning-magic.html' title='Morning Magic'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4488775766045044324</id><published>2011-11-15T21:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:05:04.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Already!</title><content type='html'>Some things you should probably know about me: 1. I wish I could always send a wonderful 2fer Tuesday, but sometimes I just can't and honestly, I refuse to feel guilty about that. I like to think it just makes them that much more of a treat when I do send one out. (Hopeful cheesy smile!)2. I love Zooey Deschanel, and Tuesday nights is now New Girl night, which is why I am near a computer even though mine is still broken. Because I watch New Girl with my sister, Jarnli and her computer is working just fine. Lucky for all of YOOOOOOOOU!3. I am now an Avon lady. As of this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_UNvwuG9Bk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_UNvwuG9Bk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbCp2zw4QK4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbCp2zw4QK4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4488775766045044324?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4488775766045044324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4488775766045044324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4488775766045044324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4488775766045044324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/alright-already_7180.html' title='Alright Already!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-981411486710654749</id><published>2011-10-04T21:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:22:07.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So right before moving far far away to San Diego, my friend Gus played me some wonderful music, which I promised then and there would be my next 2fer selection. I agree with him that the old Motown sound coming back is a very nice development in musical trending. And now that Gus is out there in the big bad world chasing his dreams, I thought these songs (well, at least their titles) were appropriate. I hope you are doing well in California, Gus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-snjvxan72g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed height="315" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-snjvxan72g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/doe1KdaywKg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed height="315" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/doe1KdaywKg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-981411486710654749?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/981411486710654749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=981411486710654749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/981411486710654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/981411486710654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/gus-music.html' title='Gus Music'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8200187147166725344</id><published>2011-09-13T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:34:41.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens</title><content type='html'>So, I went to Vegas with my sisters to see Collective Soul over the weekend. And now, according to time honored 2fer tradition, I brought a little bit home for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md-Px9Cs-Ns?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md-Px9Cs-Ns?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWY_Z0XJC0A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWY_Z0XJC0A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright light city gonna set my soul&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,&lt;br /&gt;So get those stakes up higher&lt;br /&gt;There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there&lt;br /&gt;And they're all livin' devil may care&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just the devil with love to spare&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that there were more&lt;br /&gt;Than the twenty-four hours in the day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even if there were forty more&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't sleep a minute away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel&lt;br /&gt;A fortune won and lost on every deal&lt;br /&gt;All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin'&lt;br /&gt;And your one armbandits crashin'&lt;br /&gt;All those hopes down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime&lt;br /&gt;Turnin' night into daytime&lt;br /&gt;If you see it once&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep on the run&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have me some fun&lt;br /&gt;If it costs me my very last dime&lt;br /&gt;If I wind up broke up well&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give it everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck please let the dice stay hot&lt;br /&gt;Let me shoot a seven with every shot&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,Viva Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Viva, Viva Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this life is&lt;br /&gt;Much better today&lt;br /&gt;Everything turns right if&lt;br /&gt;Wrong gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've got the feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's something I find hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;See I wasn't looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I'm glad I fell in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says oh boy, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;Count your lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count what you've been wishing for&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;Count the life you lead&lt;br /&gt;Count how you are now adored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say the sun&lt;br /&gt;Burns much brighter today&lt;br /&gt;I can see my path though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds darken my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've got this feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's something I find hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;See I wasn't looking&lt;br /&gt;But girl I'm glad I fell in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was tired of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching me just wilt and bleed&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I save those who do believe&lt;br /&gt;Do you, do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8200187147166725344?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8200187147166725344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8200187147166725344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8200187147166725344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8200187147166725344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happens.html' title='What Happens'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6295398211311714615</id><published>2011-09-06T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:33:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad But True</title><content type='html'>What can you say when the reality of what is happening to the ones you love is so unspeakable? I wish that no one ever had to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEE0OGJUE-4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEE0OGJUE-4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4pA-BGtp_8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4pA-BGtp_8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the kids are in trouble&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what all the troubles are for&lt;br /&gt;give them ice for their fevers&lt;br /&gt;you're the only thing i ever want anymore&lt;br /&gt;we'll live on coffee and flowers&lt;br /&gt;try not to wonder what the weather will be&lt;br /&gt;i figured out what we're missing&lt;br /&gt;tell you miserable things after you are asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we'll leave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;cause all the silver girls gave us black dreams&lt;br /&gt;leave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;cause all the silver girls&lt;br /&gt;everything means everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a hollywood summer&lt;br /&gt;you never believe the shitty thoughts i think&lt;br /&gt;we had friends out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;when i said what i said i didn't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;we belong in a movie&lt;br /&gt;try to hold it together till our friends are gone&lt;br /&gt;we should swim in a fountain&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to disappoint anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we'll leave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;cause all the silver girls gave us black dreams&lt;br /&gt;leave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;to all the silver girls&lt;br /&gt;everything means everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm evil&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a confident liar&lt;br /&gt;Have my head in the oven so you know where i'll be&lt;br /&gt;I try to be more romantic&lt;br /&gt;i wanna believe in everything you believe&lt;br /&gt;i was less than amazing&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what all the troubles are for&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep in your branches&lt;br /&gt;you're the only thing i ever want anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we'll leave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;cuz all the silver girls gave us black dreams&lt;br /&gt;eave the silver city&lt;br /&gt;to all the silver girls&lt;br /&gt;everything means everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm evil&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm evil&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6295398211311714615?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6295398211311714615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6295398211311714615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6295398211311714615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6295398211311714615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad But True'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4976101846634888710</id><published>2011-08-30T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:00:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Abed</title><content type='html'>I am so sick. Nobody even knows how sick I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yvHWyvexZA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yvHWyvexZA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivtKcM1DGeY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivtKcM1DGeY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4976101846634888710?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4976101846634888710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4976101846634888710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4976101846634888710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4976101846634888710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/08/sick-abed.html' title='Sick Abed'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7918829585411366975</id><published>2011-08-23T08:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:33:13.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Music</title><content type='html'>I owe an apology to all of you who aren't my facebook friends. I kind of got sidetracked by a little project I started over there. Its a sequel to the 30 day music challenge, which you know hooked me in a couple of months ago. I tried blogging THAT music, but then when I started my own 30 days of music, I quit blogging altogether. I'm sorry. I am back. I still love all of you. You can join my facebook group &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/The-Next-30/184524728269493"&gt;The Next 30.&lt;/a&gt; if you want to and see all the songs I posted and post some songs of your own. That would be fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iwuy4hHO3YQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iwuy4hHO3YQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtOlU_R8TFo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtOlU_R8TFo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you on the wireless back in 52&lt;br /&gt;lying awake intent a tuning in on you&lt;br /&gt;if I was young it didn't stop you coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took the credit for your second symphony&lt;br /&gt;re-written by machine and new technology&lt;br /&gt;and now I understand the problems you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh -- I met your children&lt;br /&gt;oh oh -- what did you tell them&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;pictures came and broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;we can't rewind we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we meet in an abandoned studio&lt;br /&gt;we hear the playback and it seems so long ago&lt;br /&gt;and you remember the jingle used to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh -- you were the first one&lt;br /&gt;oh oh -- you were the last one&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and in my car&lt;br /&gt;we can't rewind we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and in my car&lt;br /&gt;we can't rewind we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind and in my car&lt;br /&gt;we can't rewind we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;pictures came and broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;look I'll play my VCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh radio star&lt;br /&gt;Oh radio star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell them "hey that drum machine ain't got no soul"&lt;br /&gt;But they don't want to listen no&lt;br /&gt;They think they've herd it all&lt;br /&gt;They trade those guitars in for drum machines and disco balls&lt;br /&gt;We can rewind now we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Internet killed the video star&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;You know we never listen we think we've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;Like everything we're doing no ones ever done before&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;That rock and roll is dead?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's like a zombie ti will dig it's self back up again&lt;br /&gt;Tune in the signal but it's fading&lt;br /&gt;Some ghost strumming his guitar on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing "oh the glory days are gone but everything ok cause we still love our sex and drugs just like the good ol' days"&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a horrible dancer I ain't gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a shitty romancer baby I ain't gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up and dance&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up and dance&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;The kids are disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;They're tired of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;We can't rewind we've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;The internet killed the video star&lt;br /&gt;The internet killed the video star&lt;br /&gt;The internet killed the video star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Music'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8315098221614820720</id><published>2011-07-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:17:51.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Words</title><content type='html'>Well, I almost burned myself out on music blogging with that whole 30 Day Song Challenge. But today I got 15 new CDs in the mail and my favorite one was Kicks Joy Darkness - various artists performing the works of Jack Kerouac. That is worth listening to and telling people about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13429342?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13429342"&gt;The Brooklyn Bridge Blues performed by Allen Ginsberg&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4293816"&gt;Chris Deke&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="450" height="403"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i48.vbox7.com/player/ext.swf?vid=7d569341"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i48.vbox7.com/player/ext.swf?vid=7d569341" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="403"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8315098221614820720?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8315098221614820720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8315098221614820720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8315098221614820720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8315098221614820720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/07/jacks-words.html' title='Jack&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-809547939567816640</id><published>2011-07-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:57:05.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 _ This time Last Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlQ5d9bEYH8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlQ5d9bEYH8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-809547939567816640?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/809547939567816640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=809547939567816640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/809547939567816640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/809547939567816640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-30-this-time-last-year.html' title='Day 30 _ This time Last Year'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7740451384325385871</id><published>2011-07-05T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:56:18.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 - A Song From Your Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOnqjkJTMaA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOnqjkJTMaA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-7740451384325385871?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7740451384325385871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=7740451384325385871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7740451384325385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7740451384325385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-29-song-from-your-childhood.html' title='Day 29 - A Song From Your Childhood'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8160752470136832635</id><published>2011-06-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:04:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 - A Song that makes you Feel guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jrwjiO1MCVs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8160752470136832635?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8160752470136832635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8160752470136832635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8160752470136832635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8160752470136832635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-28-song-that-makes-you-feel-guilty.html' title='Day 28 - A Song that makes you Feel guilty'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jrwjiO1MCVs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6253250878977835724</id><published>2011-06-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:03:12.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 A song you wish you could play</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4OhIU-PmB8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4OhIU-PmB8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6253250878977835724?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6253250878977835724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6253250878977835724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6253250878977835724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6253250878977835724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-27-song-you-wish-you-could-play.html' title='Day 27 A song you wish you could play'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-309197028853122948</id><published>2011-06-30T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:04:59.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 - A song you can play on an instrument</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1CTxa-FuKc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1CTxa-FuKc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-309197028853122948?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/309197028853122948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=309197028853122948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/309197028853122948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/309197028853122948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-you-can-play-on-instrument.html' title='Day 26 - A song you can play on an instrument'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-841570671861675051</id><published>2011-06-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:01:50.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obe7DUe0JyQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obe7DUe0JyQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-841570671861675051?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/841570671861675051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=841570671861675051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/841570671861675051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/841570671861675051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-25-song-that-makes-you-laugh.html' title='Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1496417751973969302</id><published>2011-06-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:00:43.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24 - A song youwant played at your funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp8mXk4UvXM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp8mXk4UvXM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MeXNu5Yji8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MeXNu5Yji8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1496417751973969302?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1496417751973969302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1496417751973969302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1496417751973969302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1496417751973969302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-24-song-youwant-played-at-your.html' title='Day 24 - A song youwant played at your funeral'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8419011601018626949</id><published>2011-06-30T20:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:59:32.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 - A song you want played at your wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aa3QGHIfrak?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aa3QGHIfrak?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8419011601018626949?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8419011601018626949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8419011601018626949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8419011601018626949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8419011601018626949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-23-song-you-want-played-at-your.html' title='Day 23 - A song you want played at your wedding'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1043511151285679372</id><published>2011-06-30T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:58:33.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 - A song you listen to when you are sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CGIii_eTOk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CGIii_eTOk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1043511151285679372?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1043511151285679372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1043511151285679372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1043511151285679372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1043511151285679372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-22-song-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='Day 22 - A song you listen to when you are sad'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-40694567593076443</id><published>2011-06-30T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:57:45.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 - A song you listen to when you're happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htR14DZ-O-4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htR14DZ-O-4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-40694567593076443?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/40694567593076443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=40694567593076443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/40694567593076443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/40694567593076443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-21-song-you-listen-to-when-youre.html' title='Day 21 - A song you listen to when you&apos;re happy'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5206628850865475635</id><published>2011-06-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:55:27.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7HjBr_QMXI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7HjBr_QMXI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5206628850865475635?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5206628850865475635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5206628850865475635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5206628850865475635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5206628850865475635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-20-song-you-listen-to-when-youre.html' title='Day 20 - A song you listen to when you&apos;re angry'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2077185916885210260</id><published>2011-06-30T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:54:31.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 A song from your favorite album</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mb5TV7JUvzo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mb5TV7JUvzo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svqjijZHQrI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svqjijZHQrI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2077185916885210260?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2077185916885210260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2077185916885210260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2077185916885210260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2077185916885210260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-19-song-from-your-favorite-album.html' title='Day 19 A song from your favorite album'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-274362594984598329</id><published>2011-06-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:52:56.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 - A song you wish you heard on the radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZHeE5QJgek?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZHeE5QJgek?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-274362594984598329?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/274362594984598329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=274362594984598329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/274362594984598329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/274362594984598329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-18-song-you-wish-you-heard-on-radio.html' title='Day 18 - A song you wish you heard on the radio'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8887244684087569888</id><published>2011-06-19T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:25:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 14 through 17</title><content type='html'>Okay, I got a little slacker-y there this week. Not that anyone is waiting with bated breath for my posts, but hey. I have a personal standard I'd like to keep. Follow through, Tasha. SO here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: a song that no one would expect you to love - Jarnli was shocked and amazed a couple of weeks ago to find out that I'm a huge Linda McCartney fan. I don't care who knows it. I think her post-humous release was a work of genius. I even bought it for my mother for a gift one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-l5it0bdCgQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 15: a song that describes you. (love this song/singer so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8jlfCF2k38Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: A Song you used to love but now you hate. I don't know if you ever entirely hate a song that you once loved. But while the rest of the Dream a Little Dream soundtrack still gets me all excited, this song is really just to make fun of now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XjV5XGfeWVs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: a Song you hear on the radio - I'm not a big radio listener, but there was an era in my life when my best friend Kristi always had the oldies station on in her car. And everywhere we went, we were waiting for her favorite song Hang On Sloopy to come on. Sometimes she would call in and request it and then we just drove around until it finally came on, then pull over, jump out and dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IctvKFfpHI0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll try to be consistent this week!  Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8887244684087569888?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8887244684087569888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8887244684087569888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8887244684087569888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8887244684087569888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-14-through-17.html' title='Days 14 through 17'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-l5it0bdCgQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5125700019599129791</id><published>2011-06-15T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:51:26.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - A Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I'm really not ashamed to admit to anything that I listen to. But I guess if I was going to be embarassed for knowing a song it would be a song from the "cheesy 70's country" genre. Tammy Wynette, Barbara Mandrell, the Oak Ridge Boys and the Statler Brothers.... I do find myself singing this little ditty sometimes. Ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uoSr3SsoQs8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5125700019599129791?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5125700019599129791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5125700019599129791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5125700019599129791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5125700019599129791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-13-guilty-pleasure.html' title='Day 13 - A Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uoSr3SsoQs8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8892239282607139449</id><published>2011-06-14T18:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:44:06.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - A song from my favorite band (or two)</title><content type='html'>Day 12 was supposed to be a song from your least favorite band, but who wants that on a 2fer Tuesday? So I switched it up. Yesterday (Day 11) my poor unsuspecting facebook friends had to be subjected to Miami Sound Machine. I spared my blog that inconvenience. But here are two of my favorite bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3EItEuVpJTg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ru3gH27Fn6E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8892239282607139449?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8892239282607139449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8892239282607139449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8892239282607139449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8892239282607139449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-12-song-from-my-favorite-band-or.html' title='Day 12 - A song from my favorite band (or two)'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3EItEuVpJTg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4909040731908075872</id><published>2011-06-11T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:02:30.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 and Day 9 (What happened to me yesterday?)</title><content type='html'>So day 8 was a song that you know all the words to. My daddy (and now my kids) would tell you that I know all the words to any song I've ever heard. That is an exaggeration.... slightly. But this song is really fun to try to sing along to. Because even if you know all the words, its pretty hard to keep up/catch your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z0GFRcFm-aY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: A Song You Can Dance To - Is there really any other perfect dance song? My siblings and I used to watch Desperately Seeking Susan constantly, and when the end credits came on with this song, we always had a dance party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Ipe2L9L0bI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4909040731908075872?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4909040731908075872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4909040731908075872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4909040731908075872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4909040731908075872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-8-and-day-9-what-happened-to-me.html' title='Day 8 and Day 9 (What happened to me yesterday?)'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z0GFRcFm-aY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8643423301749238698</id><published>2011-06-09T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T06:35:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event</title><content type='html'>After dropping out of my own college experience, I moved to Santa Fe to be with my best friend, Erin Harris, for hers. This song reminds me of a night in the dorms,with Erin standing on a chair doing some kind of groovy choo choo dance step. :) Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lpGbx7nwWBw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8643423301749238698?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8643423301749238698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8643423301749238698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8643423301749238698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8643423301749238698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-7-song-that-reminds-you-of-certain.html' title='Day 7 - A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lpGbx7nwWBw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-368340237684724232</id><published>2011-06-08T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:56:34.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A Song That Reminds You of Somewhere</title><content type='html'>I am not saying that I LIKE this song, but it came to popularity in 2001 while I was living in Israel. I was not a radio listener in Israel, but I heard this song EVERY SINGLE TIME I rode the bus anywhere. It was sort of surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/He82NBjJqf8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-368340237684724232?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/368340237684724232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=368340237684724232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/368340237684724232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/368340237684724232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-6-song-that-reminds-you-of.html' title='Day 6: A Song That Reminds You of Somewhere'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/He82NBjJqf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-3419494005062651128</id><published>2011-06-07T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:21:04.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - A Song That Reminds You of Someone</title><content type='html'>This song will always remind me of Lisa Ramsey McNey, riding to a football game with me, impersonating Bjork! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z5fAWpv_axs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its Tuesday, I'm making it a 2fer. Pretty much every song I know has a person it reminds me of, and every person I know has a song that goes with them in my mind. So, out of the vast surplus of possibilities, I choose this one that reminds me of Anthony Dee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LaaYSJ0Tn68" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-3419494005062651128?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3419494005062651128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=3419494005062651128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3419494005062651128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3419494005062651128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-5-song-that-reminds-you-of-someone.html' title='Day 5 - A Song That Reminds You of Someone'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z5fAWpv_axs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8430392846238176667</id><published>2011-06-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:44:11.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - A Song That Makes You Sad</title><content type='html'>Pretty much any Chris Isaak song is a blue one. But this one is a heartbreaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:600px;height:370px"&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=I Wonder" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2895516/i_wonder.swf" width="600" height="370" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_2895516" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2895516/i_wonder/"&gt;I Wonder&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Funny bloopers R us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8430392846238176667?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8430392846238176667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8430392846238176667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8430392846238176667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8430392846238176667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4-song-that-makes-you-sad.html' title='Day 4 - A Song That Makes You Sad'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8200606601620312296</id><published>2011-06-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:17:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - A Song That Makes You Happy</title><content type='html'>The way this song just vamps and builds always makes me sooooo happy. I love Nina Simone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h8tuTSi6Sck" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8200606601620312296?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8200606601620312296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8200606601620312296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8200606601620312296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8200606601620312296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-song-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day 3 - A Song That Makes You Happy'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h8tuTSi6Sck/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5540140762859804179</id><published>2011-06-04T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:34:21.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your least favorite song</title><content type='html'>Now why would anyone want to post a song they hate? I don't want to have to listen to it, let alone make all my friends have to listen to it. I tried to find a funny parody, but sitting through that obnoxious tune over and over was driving me mad. The backwards version is only slightly less annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YWttPOEZEoI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5540140762859804179?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5540140762859804179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5540140762859804179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5540140762859804179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5540140762859804179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-your-least-favorite-song.html' title='Day 2 - Your least favorite song'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YWttPOEZEoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1621589576004009187</id><published>2011-06-03T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:21:25.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Song Challenge: Day 1 - Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from my awesome California vacation, and it isn't Tuesday!!!! But it is my blog after all and I can do whatever I want. I want to share LOTS OF MUSIC!!!! SO, I'm doing the &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/30-Day-Song-Challenge/120874111270003?sk=app_4949752878"&gt;30 Day Song Challenge on facebook &lt;/a&gt;and I decided to blog my songs as well. BONUS! (As if anyone actually reads this blog, hahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this crazy song, and have ever since Aaron Baker and I went to see the broadway show of Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4AKbUm8GrbM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1621589576004009187?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1621589576004009187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1621589576004009187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1621589576004009187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1621589576004009187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-1-favorite.html' title='30 Day Song Challenge: Day 1 - Favorite Song'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4AKbUm8GrbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6965855552990049911</id><published>2011-05-31T21:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:23:18.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoruma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needtobreathe'/><title type='text'>2fer Tuesday - River stuff</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's Tasha's sister, Jarnli, and I'm the guest hostess of 2fer Tuesday this week because Tasha is out there on the road like Willie Nelson or Jack Kerouac, vacationing her little heart out with her girl, Merry.  I hope they are having a blast because sometimes I just think Tasha deserves to have the best things in life. On Saturday, I got to take Tasha floating on the Salt River with my son, Alex.  The three of us are very close and we do a lot of things together and I have to say, I really like it that way.  So, in honor of our first Salt River trip, here are two beautiful songs that make me feel like rivers are God's gifts. Well.....here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Flows in You - Yoruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rhN7SG-H-3k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay 'em Down - Needtobreathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/3PN-BMHi5L8"&gt;http://youtu.be/3PN-BMHi5L8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's just a plain old link, but this is the version I want to share. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down to the river&lt;br /&gt;Come and let yourself in&lt;br /&gt;Make good on a promise&lt;br /&gt;To never hurt again&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;If you're broken down&lt;br /&gt;Bring all of your troubles come lay 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you sinners&lt;br /&gt;And the weak at heart&lt;br /&gt;All you helpless&lt;br /&gt;On the boulevards&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are now&lt;br /&gt;Whatever evil you've found&lt;br /&gt;Bring all of your troubles&lt;br /&gt;And come lay 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all tied to the same old failings&lt;br /&gt;Finding shelter in things we know&lt;br /&gt;We're all dirty like corrupted small towns&lt;br /&gt;We'll bring our troubles&lt;br /&gt;We'll bring our troubles lay 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you rich men&lt;br /&gt;And the high above&lt;br /&gt;All those with and without love&lt;br /&gt;All you burdened broken down&lt;br /&gt;Bring all of your troubles&lt;br /&gt;Come lay 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it wasn't that much about the river, but is that band cute or what? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for havin me. Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6965855552990049911?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6965855552990049911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6965855552990049911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6965855552990049911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6965855552990049911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/2fer-tuesday-river-stuff.html' title='2fer Tuesday - River stuff'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rhN7SG-H-3k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8727268972360563492</id><published>2011-05-24T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:50:25.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGNugc9kOcA/TdyKarwTx1I/AAAAAAAABGY/VtQkrgvSCC4/s1600/alex%2Bnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGNugc9kOcA/TdyKarwTx1I/AAAAAAAABGY/VtQkrgvSCC4/s400/alex%2Bnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610511426823374674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Alex, graduated from Jr. High to High School tonight. The promotion ceremony filled me with nostalgia. And then they played this old Alphaville song at the end... this song came out closer to MY 8th grade. I wondered how many of those kids had even heard it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wLnSxEsLWqI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t1TcDHrkQYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8727268972360563492?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8727268972360563492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8727268972360563492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8727268972360563492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8727268972360563492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-alex.html' title='Forever Alex'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGNugc9kOcA/TdyKarwTx1I/AAAAAAAABGY/VtQkrgvSCC4/s72-c/alex%2Bnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8356465048906361984</id><published>2011-05-17T19:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:51:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Canned</title><content type='html'>Play these songs loud in your office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: I love my job. These are in no way my own sentiments. I just have been listening to Check Your Head in my car a lot and love Funky Boss. And the other song goes well I think. So maybe some of you can relate to these songs, but don't ever think I don't L-O-V-E my job, cuz I dooooo, Okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gRLEc1esvaQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ODIhgB2eF1c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Boss (Beastie Boys/Nishita) lyrics via &lt;a href="http://www.beastieboysannotated.com/"&gt;http://www.beastieboysannotated.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa &lt;br /&gt;Funky boss get off my back &lt;br /&gt;*What in the fuck is happening?* &lt;br /&gt;    This sample is most certainly Richard Prior but I don't know from whence it came. &lt;br /&gt;*I can...* &lt;br /&gt;Funky boss get off my back &lt;br /&gt;Funky boss funky bald ass boss &lt;br /&gt;*goddamnit we ain't gonna be nowhere* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take This Job And Shove It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not get all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for&lt;br /&gt;Paper cups, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on out the door&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more &lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more&lt;br /&gt;I will not get all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for&lt;br /&gt;Paper cups, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on out the door&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you in this factory&lt;br /&gt;From now on for fifty years&lt;br /&gt;All this time I see my woman&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in her tears&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of people who&lt;br /&gt;Got to have a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;I'd give the shirt right off my back&lt;br /&gt;If I had the nerve to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more&lt;br /&gt;I will not get all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for&lt;br /&gt;Paper cups, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on out the door&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all go use our sick leave up&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll shoot some pool&lt;br /&gt;Got brand new skinhead hair cuts&lt;br /&gt;You think he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'll blow my top&lt;br /&gt;Or somebody's gonna pay&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to see the process&lt;br /&gt;As you enter the factory and say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won't let that shit bother me&lt;br /&gt;That I've been working for&lt;br /&gt;Paper cups, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on out the door&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this job and shove it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't working here, ain't working here, ain't working here no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8356465048906361984?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8356465048906361984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8356465048906361984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8356465048906361984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8356465048906361984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-canned.html' title='Get Canned'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gRLEc1esvaQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-567850398031057253</id><published>2011-05-10T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:55:28.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rite of Passage</title><content type='html'>Got to do a little pre-coming-of-age shopping with my daughter today. One of the things I've looked forward to ever since I became a mother. I love her so much. Nobody ever better try to get in the way of me and my baby girl. Ever. Yes, that is a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kIZm2o6GigU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uFd8B3vcty4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman... soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, can't count all the ways&lt;br /&gt;I've died for you girl and all they can say is&lt;br /&gt;"He's not your kind"&lt;br /&gt;They never get tired of putting me down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know when I come around&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna find&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you'll need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been misunderstood for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;"The boy's no good"&lt;br /&gt;Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for&lt;br /&gt;But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure&lt;br /&gt;Surely would&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've done all I could&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you'll need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon but soon, you'll need a man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i wasn't the best one to ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me myself with my face pressed up against love's glass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see the shiny toy i've been hoping for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one i never can afford &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wide world spins and spits turmoil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the nations toil for peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the paws of fear upon your chest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love can soothe that beast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my words are paper tigers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no match for the predator of pain inside her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say love will come to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if I've offered up a crystal ball to look through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there's now one there will be two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born under the sign of cancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like brushing cloth i smooth the wrinkles for an answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and wish you fine (i'm always closing my eyes wishing i'm fine) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i know you're not this time (even though i'm not this time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say love will come to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i've offered up a crystal ball to look through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there's now one there will be two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dodging your memories a field of knives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always on the outside looking in on other's lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say love will come to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i've offered up a crystal ball to look through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there's now one there will be two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish her insight to battle love's blindness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strength from the milk of human kindness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a safe place for all the pieces that scattered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to pretend there's more than love that matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-567850398031057253?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/567850398031057253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=567850398031057253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/567850398031057253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/567850398031057253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/rite-of-passage.html' title='Rite of Passage'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kIZm2o6GigU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4562703978595994820</id><published>2011-05-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:30:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Better?</title><content type='html'>Quiet night, alone and thinking... music is a good companion sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0RuTr_q_cBo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xn3Eo4TKA8c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soothe Yourself lyrics&lt;br /&gt;i've been soother&lt;br /&gt;and i've been wife&lt;br /&gt;tried to solve your life&lt;br /&gt;stuck with you through your rainy days&lt;br /&gt;thought that it was just a phase&lt;br /&gt;when the sun came out i tried&lt;br /&gt;to get away and fly&lt;br /&gt;but the needs we had did not subside&lt;br /&gt;what a way for our love to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hiding behind my gifts&lt;br /&gt;i give until it starts to rip&lt;br /&gt;the skin is torn where i begin&lt;br /&gt;the thread is worn and might give in&lt;br /&gt;underneath it all i feel the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of all the things that i despise&lt;br /&gt;can i fight them off with sticks and stones?&lt;br /&gt;can i fight them off alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soothe yourself [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm thinking about my own advice&lt;br /&gt;if i could soothe myself it might be nice&lt;br /&gt;callin' names ain't the same no more&lt;br /&gt;took a look and locked that door&lt;br /&gt;memories and cold hard facts&lt;br /&gt;watched it all come rushing back&lt;br /&gt;all the times i told you what to do&lt;br /&gt;all the times i thought i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soothe yourself [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soothe yourself [x3] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting Lie lyrics&lt;br /&gt;I started out on the wrong foot&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not myself&lt;br /&gt;I am Jekyll, I am Hyde&lt;br /&gt;Found this place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Come seek me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so up and down&lt;br /&gt;So back and forth &lt;br /&gt;So insecure&lt;br /&gt;Can't get this taste out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Swallow it down &lt;br /&gt;Pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, hold it all in&lt;br /&gt;Let it build up &lt;br /&gt;Build a bomb&lt;br /&gt;Blow it, blow it away &lt;br /&gt;Clear it all out&lt;br /&gt;Just end it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a normal person&lt;br /&gt;Without those problems &lt;br /&gt;When did it change?&lt;br /&gt;Admissions so embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of tears again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, hold it all in &lt;br /&gt;Let it build up&lt;br /&gt;Build a bomb&lt;br /&gt;And blow it, blow it away&lt;br /&gt;Clear it all out &lt;br /&gt;Just end it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look I took the Band-Aid off&lt;br /&gt;Did I take it off too soon?&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical confession&lt;br /&gt;My big courageous move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't gasp at the predictable&lt;br /&gt;A comforting lie can't last&lt;br /&gt;Preordained checklist of this awkward love &lt;br /&gt;It's so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, hold it all in&lt;br /&gt;Let it build up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, build a bomb&lt;br /&gt;Blow it, blow it away&lt;br /&gt;Clear it all out&lt;br /&gt;Just end it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort it, sort it out&lt;br /&gt;Just give it back&lt;br /&gt;No thank you&lt;br /&gt;Toss it, toss it away&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate &lt;br /&gt;Just give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;This tug of war&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4562703978595994820?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4562703978595994820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4562703978595994820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4562703978595994820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4562703978595994820'/><link 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Three highly talented bands riding an old fashioned train to 6 southwestern American cities to play the folkiest, jamminest, most amazing music ever played on banjo, accordian, mandolin, guitar, trumpet and drum.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sit down, go to the bathroom or have anything to drink for 5 hours straight because the crowd was so thick that if I moved from my spot I would never get back close enough to see the stage. As it was, I had a pretty great view. Pictures are up on my facebook if you haven't seen them yet. There were so many great songs to choose from, but I've already sent out a bit of the old Mumford &amp; Sons a few times before. So, this one being newish, I thought I would send it. And a mellow one from Old Crow to match the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pD3jsS-sL1Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/shfddirtQeY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Them All lyrics: &lt;br /&gt;I hear the crying of the hungry&lt;br /&gt;In the deserts where they're wandering&lt;br /&gt;Hear them crying out for Heaven's own&lt;br /&gt;Benevolence upon them&lt;br /&gt;Hear destructive power prevailing&lt;br /&gt;I hear fools falsely hailing&lt;br /&gt;To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them all (3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sounds of tearing pages&lt;br /&gt;And the roar of burning paper&lt;br /&gt;All the crimes in acquisition&lt;br /&gt;Turn to air and ash and vapor&lt;br /&gt;And the rattle of the shackle&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond emancipators&lt;br /&gt;And the loneliest who gather in their stalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them all (3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while you sit and whistle Dixie&lt;br /&gt;With your money and your power&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the flowers a-growing&lt;br /&gt;In the rubble of the towers&lt;br /&gt;I hear leaders quit their lyin'&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies quit their cryin'&lt;br /&gt;I hear soldiers quit their dyin', one and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them all (3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the tender words from Zion&lt;br /&gt;I hear Noah's waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Hear the gentle lamb of Judah&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at the feet of Buddha&lt;br /&gt;And the prophets from Elijah&lt;br /&gt;To the old Paiute Wovoka&lt;br /&gt;Take their places at the table when they're called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them all (9 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover of the Light lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, I may watch you go&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be yours if you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out my life and pick the seams out&lt;br /&gt;Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watch me crumble over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done wrong, so build your tower&lt;br /&gt;But call me home and I will build a throne&lt;br /&gt;And wash my eyes out never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love the one you hold&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your goal&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;A lover of the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin too tight and eyes like marbles&lt;br /&gt;You spin me high so watch me as I glide&lt;br /&gt;Before I tumble homeward, homeward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I tried, I was not stable&lt;br /&gt;Flawed by pride, I miss my sanguine eyes&lt;br /&gt;So hold my hands up...breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love the one you hold&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your goal&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;A lover of the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the middle of the night, I may watch you go&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown&lt;br /&gt;You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be yours if you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love the one you hold&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your goal&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;A lover of the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love the one you hold&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your goal&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;A lover of the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1937851445718472365?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pD3jsS-sL1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-585947567639295436</id><published>2011-04-12T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:24:07.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Girls</title><content type='html'>Tonight I took my kids out to some friends' house way way way out of town where the stars were super bright and they had a guy there with giant telescopes showing us some really awesome parts of our galaxy. We saw Saturn, with its rings and moons, we saw the moon really close up - craters and what-not - and we looked at Betelgeuse and the Orion Nebuli. It was superdy duper cool. The kids had lots of fun running around in the dark with all of their home schooling friends. It reminded me of &lt;a href="http://tishtashgreennyellatrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-picnic.html"&gt;this poem&lt;/a&gt; I wrote many years ago. I love little kids more and more all the time. They amaze me with how smart they are, how insightful and compassionate. How excited they are about the new things they learn. I'm blessed by all the boys and girls I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFYfGCEgmu4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFYfGCEgmu4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mp1UsLG77ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mp1UsLG77ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-585947567639295436?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/585947567639295436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=585947567639295436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/585947567639295436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/585947567639295436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys-and-girls.html' title='Boys and Girls'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4603195565444736017</id><published>2011-04-05T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:17:08.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Wheels</title><content type='html'>My sweet friend GAVE me her car last week. She got a new one and knew it would help me immensely and she just gave it to me. Which means I don't have to share with my estranged husband any more. Which is the hugest relief. In honor of my new car, these two songs are the first songs I can remember that made me want a car of my own someday. I only ever got to hear Hot Rod Lincoln at hippie barn dances when Little Debbie and the Snack Cakes played it, and everyone danced their buns off. The Beach Boys song? I must have listened to the record a bazillion times when I was little. Ah, nostalgia.... maybe I'll go drive around in my car and listen to these selections. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9QpDvhshOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9QpDvhshOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1nrFqijZTQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1nrFqijZTQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin',&lt;br /&gt;if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the story of the hot rod race,&lt;br /&gt;where the Fords 'n' Lincolns were settin' the pace?&lt;br /&gt;That story is true, I'm here to say,&lt;br /&gt;that I was drivin' that Model-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up,&lt;br /&gt;that Model-A body makes it look like a pup.&lt;br /&gt;It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all,&lt;br /&gt;got overdrive that just won't stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,&lt;br /&gt;with 4-11 gears you can really get lost.&lt;br /&gt;Got safety tubes but I ain't scared,&lt;br /&gt;the brakes are good, tires fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled outta San Pedro late one night,&lt;br /&gt;the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright.&lt;br /&gt;We was drivin' up Grapevine hill,&lt;br /&gt;passin' cars like they was standin' still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden in the wink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;Cadillac sedan passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Boys that's the mark for me,"&lt;br /&gt;by then the tailight was all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind,&lt;br /&gt;so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind.&lt;br /&gt;Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive,&lt;br /&gt;I shoved it on down into overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten,&lt;br /&gt;my speedometer said that I hit top end.&lt;br /&gt;My foot was glued like lead to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;that's all there is an' there ain't no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense,&lt;br /&gt;them telephone poles looked like a picket fence.&lt;br /&gt;They said "slow down, I see spots,"&lt;br /&gt;the lines on the road just looked like dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck,&lt;br /&gt;crossed my fingers just for luck.&lt;br /&gt;My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts,&lt;br /&gt;the guy beside me was white as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke was comin' from outta the back,&lt;br /&gt;when started t' gain on that Cacillac.&lt;br /&gt;Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass,&lt;br /&gt;don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had flames comin' from outta the side,&lt;br /&gt;you could feel the tension, man whatta ride.&lt;br /&gt;I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly,"&lt;br /&gt;and that Caddy pulled over and let us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden she started knockin'&lt;br /&gt;down in the dip she started to rockin'&lt;br /&gt;And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin',&lt;br /&gt;the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail,&lt;br /&gt;'n they called my pappy to throw my bail,&lt;br /&gt;'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'&lt;br /&gt;if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round round get around&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;My kind o' town&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real cool head&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm makin' real good bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down this same old strip&lt;br /&gt;I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies and me are getting real well known&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;My kind o' town&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real cool head&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm makin' real good bread&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Round&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round oooo&lt;br /&gt;Wah wa ooo&lt;br /&gt;Wah wa ooo&lt;br /&gt;Wah wa ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take my car cause it's never been beat&lt;br /&gt;And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right&lt;br /&gt;To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;My kind o' town&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real cool head&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I'm makin' real good bread&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Round&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round round get around&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Wah wa ooo&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Oooo ooo ooo&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ooo ooo&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ooo ooo&lt;br /&gt;Get around round round I get around&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ooo ooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4603195565444736017?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4603195565444736017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4603195565444736017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4603195565444736017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4603195565444736017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/got-wheels.html' title='Got Wheels'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8208509033683936773</id><published>2011-03-29T19:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:49:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let God</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to wait to see what God wants. I've waited a long long time. But this week I feel like I finally heard him tell me it was okay to let go. Its freeing and scary at the same time. I don't even know what to do - if anything. But I know I don't have to wait anymore. &lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naQSB1Ozyds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naQSB1Ozyds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDiCr7BNVY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDiCr7BNVY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD &lt;br /&gt;Find a cure find a cure for my life &lt;br /&gt;Put a price put a price on my soul &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think I´m in control &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think it´s all for fun &lt;br /&gt;Find a cure find a cure for her life &lt;br /&gt;Put a price put a price on her soul &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think I´m in control &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think it´s all for fun &lt;br /&gt;Find a cure find a cure for my life &lt;br /&gt;Put a price put a price on my soul &lt;br /&gt;Build a wall Build a fortress around my heart &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think I´m in control &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god oh you think it´s all for fun &lt;br /&gt;Is this fun for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET GO &lt;br /&gt;Drink up, baby down &lt;br /&gt;Mmm, are you in or are you out &lt;br /&gt;Leave your things behind &lt;br /&gt;'cause it's all going off without you &lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, too busy &lt;br /&gt;you're writing your tragedy &lt;br /&gt;These mishaps &lt;br /&gt;You bubble wrap &lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like &lt;br /&gt;So let go, jump in &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatcha waiting for &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;So let go, just get in &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;It gains the more it gives &lt;br /&gt;And then it rises with the fall &lt;br /&gt;So hand me that remote &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow &lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure &lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later now &lt;br /&gt;You can't await your own arrival &lt;br /&gt;You've 20 seconds to comply &lt;br /&gt;So let go, jump in &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatcha waiting for &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;So let go, just get in &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;So let go, jump in &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatcha waiting for &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;So let go, just get in &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here &lt;br /&gt;It's alright &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown &lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8208509033683936773?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8208509033683936773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8208509033683936773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8208509033683936773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8208509033683936773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-god.html' title='Let God'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5076406707948240038</id><published>2011-03-22T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:38:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Victim</title><content type='html'>I stupidly spilled a cup of boiling hot coffee in my own lap on Sunday morning. It was going to be the perfect Sunday - relaxing after taking my kids to an awesome concert (tobyMac is now the first concert for every one of my children. Perfect!) Instead, it found me hopping around my dining room,ripping my clothes off and screaming bloody murder in front of my shocked and scared kids. I managed to avoid the ER - the burns are superficial. But uncomfortable and unsightly, nonetheless. All I can say is, I'm glad I won't be burning in hell. The half a minute it took to get my clothes off was excruciating, I can't imagine eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W6A09Iqj68U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J-F6jp8fWmY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hot Hot Hot!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw lightening strike&lt;br /&gt;I saw it underground&lt;br /&gt;Six deep feet below the street&lt;br /&gt;The sky came crashing down&lt;br /&gt;For a second that place was lost in space&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went black&lt;br /&gt;I left that basement burning&lt;br /&gt;And I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I saw it strike&lt;br /&gt;I saw it at sea&lt;br /&gt;It lit up the fish like rain&lt;br /&gt;And rained then down on me&lt;br /&gt;For a second that boat was still afloat&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went black&lt;br /&gt;I left it underwater&lt;br /&gt;And I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I like it when that lightening comes&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like it alot&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm jumping like a jumping jack&lt;br /&gt;Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot hot hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time I saw lightening strike&lt;br /&gt;It hit me in bed&lt;br /&gt;It threw me around&lt;br /&gt;And left me for dead&lt;br /&gt;For a second that room was on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went black&lt;br /&gt;I left that house on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I like it when that lightening comes&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like it alot&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm jumping like a jumping jack&lt;br /&gt;Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot hot hot!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burn For You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a brand new man, I'm a conscious man&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man who's burnin' for you&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes I've made have been chased away to the bottom of the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm a brand new man in a foreign land, I'm a man who's feelin' that fire&lt;br /&gt;And it's all so clear when I'm standing here at the peak of my desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you move me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to know I burn for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel revived again, I am alive again&lt;br /&gt;(Burnin' for you) You got me lifted and lifted you lift me up&lt;br /&gt;I feel revived again, I'm energized again&lt;br /&gt;(Burnin' for you) You got me lifted and lifted you lift me up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a sweat, those ghosts in my head&lt;br /&gt;Had a grip, but I slipped on by&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new day as the darkness fades&lt;br /&gt;And the sun's climbing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I concede, my love, that I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm before you, a broken man&lt;br /&gt;And it's only you, no substitutes who can renew this soul again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me higher than Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;Got me believin' I can "save the day"&lt;br /&gt;I'm up and running like their ain't no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather burn for you than fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather burn for you than go my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a whole new guy with a whole new vibe&lt;br /&gt;Changed inside - more flame in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop, won't stop praying for desire&lt;br /&gt;Like the bunny on the screen feel so energized&lt;br /&gt;Old shell gone without a trace, new face&lt;br /&gt;No more shortness of breath, new pace&lt;br /&gt;Live life now without the taste of fear&lt;br /&gt;TOBYMAC, Double Dutch now let the smoke clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5076406707948240038?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5076406707948240038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5076406707948240038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5076406707948240038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5076406707948240038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/03/burn-victim.html' title='Burn Victim'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W6A09Iqj68U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5768366223088654430</id><published>2011-03-08T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:38:11.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethin Somethin</title><content type='html'>Just getting ready to shut down the computer, and I remember its Tuesday. I may be catching it last minute, but I had put some thought into this already... really.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of somethin somethin songs that have been playing on repeat around here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3_QCTfK0p3c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DFkSqZm7YbA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frying Pan&lt;br /&gt;One laugh in the middle of a struggle,&lt;br /&gt;Diamond at the bottom of a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stare at the moon, 'till you saw double,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you walk away from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Good love, there ain't no denying,&lt;br /&gt;Say bad love, somebody ain't trying&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever walk some place, just take time,&lt;br /&gt;Or take the fast road and get going.&lt;br /&gt;And then the rules break, there's no mistake,&lt;br /&gt;These are precious times, you and I,&lt;br /&gt;We walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;We walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in a frying pan,&lt;br /&gt;I sang a song.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at a dying man.&lt;br /&gt;He sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightless Again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest&lt;br /&gt;giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how&lt;br /&gt;like those indians, lost in the rainforest&lt;br /&gt;forced to drag burning wood wherever they went&lt;br /&gt;they had all forgotten how to start a fire&lt;br /&gt;this is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;anything to feel weightless again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those poor lost indians when the white man found them&lt;br /&gt;most died of TB, the rest went insane&lt;br /&gt;in our motel room, you're drinking Slice and gin&lt;br /&gt;reading Moby Dick on the other bed&lt;br /&gt;remember the first time we slept together&lt;br /&gt;you said it felt like when you learned to float&lt;br /&gt;this is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;anything to feel weightless again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5768366223088654430?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5768366223088654430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5768366223088654430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5768366223088654430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5768366223088654430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/03/somethin-somethin.html' title='Somethin Somethin'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3_QCTfK0p3c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2215115892273939039</id><published>2011-03-01T18:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:59:33.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Muse-ic</title><content type='html'>This new Devotchka album came out today. It is well worth a listen to. But the album I'm really looking forward to is R.E.M.'s new one "Collapse Into Now" that releases March 11. There are several singles already released, and they are classic Stipe loveliness. Sort of feels a lot like Monster did. I hope your Tuesday is full of wonderful music and other things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cmjEewiUciw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HiNV1rMNXE0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Other Lovers&lt;br /&gt;I will admit I am embarrassed by your grace&lt;br /&gt;And the complete look of boredom upon your face&lt;br /&gt;You want to be a million miles from this place&lt;br /&gt;You want to get on with my untimely disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone I am in love with an ?&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated neurological appeals&lt;br /&gt;I want to negotiate some kind of a deal&lt;br /&gt;I want to tear it open show you that it's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things I will believe&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the 100 lovers&lt;br /&gt;You got hidden up your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;The words come easily and they sound so lovely&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody they got all kinds of advice&lt;br /&gt;They want to tell you just how you should live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But who exactly am I supposed to believe?&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to let you walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's coming I can feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;And this is information you already know&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's only temporarily&lt;br /&gt;Give the illusion tonight you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things I will believe&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the hundred lovers&lt;br /&gt;You got hidden up your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;The words come easily and they sound so lovely&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Heart&lt;br /&gt;the kids have a new take &lt;br /&gt;a new take on faith &lt;br /&gt;pick up the pieces &lt;br /&gt;get carried away &lt;br /&gt;i came home to city half erased &lt;br /&gt;i came home to face what we faced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place needs me here to start &lt;br /&gt;this place is the beat of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart) &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm didn't kill me &lt;br /&gt;the government changed &lt;br /&gt;hear the answer call &lt;br /&gt;hear the song rearranged &lt;br /&gt;hear the tress, the ghosts and the buildings sing &lt;br /&gt;with the wisdom to reconcile this thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sweet and it's sad and it's true &lt;br /&gt;how it doesn't look bitter on you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart) &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and father &lt;br /&gt;I stand beside you &lt;br /&gt;the good of this world &lt;br /&gt;might help see me through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place needs me here to start &lt;br /&gt;this place is the beat of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart) &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;oh my heart &lt;br /&gt;(oh my heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2215115892273939039?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2215115892273939039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2215115892273939039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8061674513300134236</id><published>2011-02-15T22:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:08:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart On</title><content type='html'>I have no Valentine. And that's the end of my story. Well, except I wish Marcus Mumford was my Valentine.... but that's not really a story. 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Now it is 26. That's a lot of moving, folks. And don't think that this is any indication that I enjoy moving at all. Life just keeps pushing me onward to the next place. Anyway, I'm in a new place again. Clinging to another little patch of dirt that I do not own and will eventually have to vacate. Trying to make it FEEL like a home anyway. I guess Saint Paul was right when he said we are stangers and sojourners on this earth. I look forward to that home in heaven, where I never have to pack up and move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JvwWzcLfH-k?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JF5XajUCbbY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-470530647122769661?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/470530647122769661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=470530647122769661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/470530647122769661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/470530647122769661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-and-gone.html' title='Up and Gone'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JvwWzcLfH-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1879479436413716967</id><published>2011-02-01T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:02:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Here is what is on my mind today:&lt;br /&gt;Moving in to a new rental across town&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Phoenix Science Museum tomorrow morning with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;So, there are a couple of songs running through my head as well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is having a fun week... Here's to taking life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vV0KmOYfomM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3fI8834iCgo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1879479436413716967?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1879479436413716967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1879479436413716967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1879479436413716967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1879479436413716967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vV0KmOYfomM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1445653706467468539</id><published>2011-01-25T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:54:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late...</title><content type='html'>On the roller coaster of life, I am rising back up to a peak.... sorry for the two weeks off. Thanks to Ben for reminding me of my responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ul7XLD_AZu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ul7XLD_AZu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEJBE_E6UIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEJBE_E6UIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love listening to this at naptime. I don't know why it just touches me right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1445653706467468539?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1445653706467468539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1445653706467468539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1445653706467468539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1445653706467468539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late.html' title='Better Late...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-3103763000447752328</id><published>2011-01-04T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:06:39.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Anyway</title><content type='html'>My daughter asked me to look up this video recently on youtube, and here's the conversation I imagine in my head...&lt;br /&gt;"Man, I got to do something BIG. I wanna be big like Timbaland. I wanna be the shizzit! You know that song Timbaland did with Justin Timberlake? I need to do something like that. What white nerd could I get to do a song with me? He needs to be way nerdier than Timberlake. I wanna take that shit to the next level, man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Truth be told, Rivers Cuomo is one of my favorite men of all time, I'm just sayin'...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq-NShfefks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq-NShfefks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-3103763000447752328?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3103763000447752328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=3103763000447752328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3103763000447752328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3103763000447752328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-anyway.html' title='So Anyway'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2133914034439562321</id><published>2010-12-28T18:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:09:59.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>I'm having a nice Christmas break. Spending time with my family and friends, and especially my kids. Sleeping in a lot. Getting some things done around the house. But I hope I get to go out this weekend for New Years Eve. I don't know for sure what I want to do. Quiet party with friends? Bar hopping? I guess I'll have to wait and see what I'm up for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Editor's Note] Turns out what I was up for I did not get to do. It snowed like crazy right before New Years and the roads were nigh impassible, so I stayed home and partied like a rock star with my three kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrOeGCJdZe4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrOeGCJdZe4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BP1PsqBmbvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BP1PsqBmbvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2133914034439562321?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2133914034439562321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2133914034439562321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2133914034439562321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2133914034439562321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7082931776780432832</id><published>2010-12-21T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:32:15.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Santa</title><content type='html'>This is the wierdest Christmas season I've ever experienced. I'm there. I'm totally IN it, and yet, things are so upside down that if feels...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. More like Un-Christmas? Well, there you go. My explanation makes very little sense. Like everything else! Merry Merry, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3H0-L-SzRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3H0-L-SzRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IippcraBPKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IippcraBPKA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-7082931776780432832?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7082931776780432832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=7082931776780432832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7082931776780432832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7082931776780432832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-santa.html' title='Baby Santa'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5217013841974739041</id><published>2010-12-14T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:57:13.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I missed last week. Sorry bout that. I thought bout it at like 10:30 but I was already in bed and din't want to get up. :) So here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEofC4N66eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEofC4N66eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nB5VxPOoio?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nB5VxPOoio?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5217013841974739041?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5217013841974739041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5217013841974739041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5217013841974739041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5217013841974739041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-missed-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1628832634740217164</id><published>2010-11-30T22:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:42:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TPXgI2ij5NI/AAAAAAAABFw/FXnicCyEJNY/s1600/Tasha%2Band%2BElsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TPXgI2ij5NI/AAAAAAAABFw/FXnicCyEJNY/s400/Tasha%2Band%2BElsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545584958860682450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TPXgEjrQs0I/AAAAAAAABFo/kXoWbKBoobw/s1600/Posing%2Bsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TPXgEjrQs0I/AAAAAAAABFo/kXoWbKBoobw/s400/Posing%2Bsisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545584885077422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I can emphasize enough how SPECIAL and AMAZING sisterly love is. There is a bond between sisters that can't be compared to anything else. I love that I got to spend Thanksgiving with two of my three beautiful sisters. I wish we had all three been together. Here are a couple of sister duos that really knock me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMrqBldlqzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMrqBldlqzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/suvULQgSzQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/suvULQgSzQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1628832634740217164?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1628832634740217164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1628832634740217164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1628832634740217164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1628832634740217164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/11/sister-act.html' title='Sister Act'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TPXgI2ij5NI/AAAAAAAABFw/FXnicCyEJNY/s72-c/Tasha%2Band%2BElsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-3770161956890155781</id><published>2010-11-23T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:12:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtley Torpor</title><content type='html'>My turtle almost died last night!!! He has a little insulated house with a heater, but for some reason he was not in it! I found him with ice on his eyes this morning!!!!! Man, I was worried all day long. But he is alive. Slow and possibly blind, but living. So in honor of Earlya, here are some turtle tracks. In this first video, you can see just what Earlya looked like 7 years ago when I first got him. (It isn't him, but he was that little and that adorable). The second video is not actually music, but it is a song. And the Mock Turtle is my very own mythical beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-dVvhz3R4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-dVvhz3R4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUP3fDlP0zg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUP3fDlP0zg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-3770161956890155781?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3770161956890155781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=3770161956890155781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3770161956890155781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3770161956890155781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/11/turtley-torpor.html' title='Turtley Torpor'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8612101916574771182</id><published>2010-11-16T19:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:35:24.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Clown</title><content type='html'>Okay, so when I was young me and my friends used to get really baked and listen to disturbing spoken word artists. Doesn't that sound fun? Anyway, yesterday one of my dear old friends wrote me an email and told me that I once borrowed her Crispin Glover CD and threw it away when I became a Christian. I don't deny that is a possibility. But I felt bad, so I went ahead and found it available on rhapsody so I could replace it. And another friend altogether was really into Steven Jesse Bernstein. Don't you think these tracks were just made to go together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH6b_lSQst0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH6b_lSQst0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgVs_U0QHNE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgVs_U0QHNE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8612101916574771182?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8612101916574771182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8612101916574771182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8612101916574771182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8612101916574771182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-clown.html' title='Bad Clown'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6853024211207901981</id><published>2010-11-09T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:41:58.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Moves</title><content type='html'>These songs make me want to go dancing. Unfortunately, there's not that much good dancing in Prescott. I end up shaking my booty to whatever cover band is playing at Coyote Joe's. There are some pretty impressive ones. But someday, I hope I get to really go dancing again. Until then, I'm dancing in my living room to these cool songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4i4rPOuOv4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4i4rPOuOv4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0viEwkivAc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0viEwkivAc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Italiano&lt;br /&gt;A girl went back to Napoli&lt;br /&gt;Because she missed the scenery&lt;br /&gt;The native dances and the charming songs&lt;br /&gt;But wait a minute, something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano&lt;br /&gt;All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!&lt;br /&gt;Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lab and then a&lt;br /&gt;Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah&lt;br /&gt;But take a some advice paisano&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to mambo&lt;br /&gt;If you gonna be a square&lt;br /&gt;You ain't a gonna go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo! mambo italiano!&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo! mambo italiano!&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanno&lt;br /&gt;Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a&lt;br /&gt;When you mambo italiano&lt;br /&gt;Shake-a Baby shake-a cause i love a when you take a me&lt;br /&gt;Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna go to papa"&lt;br /&gt;And a hey ja drool you don't a have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;Just make-a wid da beat bambino&lt;br /&gt;It's a like a vino&lt;br /&gt;Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo, Mambo italiano&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo, Mambo italiano&lt;br /&gt;Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano&lt;br /&gt;it's a so delish a ev'rybody come copisha&lt;br /&gt;How to mambo italianoooooo!'&lt;br /&gt;Ats nice!&lt;br /&gt;UNH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6853024211207901981?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6853024211207901981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6853024211207901981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6853024211207901981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6853024211207901981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/11/smooth-moves.html' title='Smooth Moves'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1895305349593203338</id><published>2010-11-02T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:23:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TNDjl2WUYZI/AAAAAAAABFY/Mr7RjIgZULs/s1600/joan+and+Barb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TNDjl2WUYZI/AAAAAAAABFY/Mr7RjIgZULs/s400/joan+and+Barb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535174181422129554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I had so much fun on Saturday night. We went out on the  town dressed as Joan Jett and Barbie. And we were gorgeous. And we made  new friends. And we were very in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RAQXg0IdfI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RAQXg0IdfI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68qVIB-x4p8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68qVIB-x4p8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Reputation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation&lt;br /&gt;You're living in the past, it's a new generation&lt;br /&gt;A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation&lt;br /&gt;Never said I wanted to improve my station&lt;br /&gt;An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't have to please no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not me, oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation&lt;br /&gt;I've never been afraid of any deviation&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't really care if ya think I'm strange&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not me, oh no, not me&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);font-size:0.75em;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation&lt;br /&gt;The world's in trouble, there's no communication&lt;br /&gt;An' everyone can say what they wanna say&lt;br /&gt;It never gets better, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should I care 'bout a bad reputation anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not me, oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation&lt;br /&gt;You're living in the past, it's a new generation&lt;br /&gt;An' I only feel good when I got no pain&lt;br /&gt;An' that's how I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not me, oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;Not me, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Barbie Girl"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi Barbie&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ken!&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna go for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Sure Ken!&lt;br /&gt;Jump In...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly&lt;br /&gt;You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,&lt;br /&gt;kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please&lt;br /&gt;I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,&lt;br /&gt;hit the town, fool around, let's go party&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well Barbie, we're just getting started&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you Ken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1895305349593203338?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1895305349593203338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1895305349593203338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1895305349593203338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1895305349593203338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/11/dress-up.html' title='Dress Up'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TNDjl2WUYZI/AAAAAAAABFY/Mr7RjIgZULs/s72-c/joan+and+Barb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5522453168116803587</id><published>2010-10-26T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:26:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Odes</title><content type='html'>I'm leaning back into my poetry writing again. There are several poems rolling around in my head that will  be put down to paper as soon as I have a day to myself again. If you like that sort of thing, keep an eye out for them. Until then, listen to these songs and maybe write some of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EK5RluCvCE"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EK5RluCvCE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EK5RluCvCE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aruZzLxq5RU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aruZzLxq5RU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a sylvia plath&lt;br /&gt;busted tooth and a smile&lt;br /&gt;and cigarette ashes in her drink&lt;br /&gt;the kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week&lt;br /&gt;the kind that goes out on her&lt;br /&gt;to give me a reason, for well, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she'd take me to france&lt;br /&gt;or maybe to spain and she'd ask me to dance&lt;br /&gt;in a mansion on the top of a hill&lt;br /&gt;she'd ash on the carpets&lt;br /&gt;and slip me a pill&lt;br /&gt;then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she'd give me a bath&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i had a sylvia plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she and i would sleep on a boat&lt;br /&gt;and swim in the sea without clothes&lt;br /&gt;with rain falling fast on the sea&lt;br /&gt;while she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me&lt;br /&gt;telling me it would all be okay&lt;br /&gt;out on the horizon and fading away&lt;br /&gt;and i'd swim to the boat and i'd laugh&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get me a sylvia plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she'd take me to france&lt;br /&gt;or maybe to spain and she'd ask me to dance&lt;br /&gt;in a mansion on the top of a hill&lt;br /&gt;she'd ash on the carpets&lt;br /&gt;and slip me a pill&lt;br /&gt;then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she'd give me a bath&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i had a sylvia plath&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a sylvia plath                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp Cutting Wings&lt;br /&gt;You're the one, you're my shinin' star&lt;br /&gt; You're the one I've been waitin' for&lt;br /&gt; Let's fly away&lt;br /&gt; To some foreign country&lt;br /&gt; Where nobody knows who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had a ship to sail the waters&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had about a hundred dollars&lt;br /&gt; But I just stand&lt;br /&gt; With this glass in my hand&lt;br /&gt; Feelin' like nothin' even matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your words run through me like the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt; I could swear I knew your love&lt;br /&gt; Before I knew your name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyday I miss your smilin' face&lt;br /&gt; No one here can ever take your place&lt;br /&gt; The sun can shine down&lt;br /&gt; Over my town&lt;br /&gt; But it never shines in my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I told all the stars above&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna shower you with my love&lt;br /&gt; I won't demand you&lt;br /&gt; I'll try to understand you&lt;br /&gt; My love is as free as a dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your words run thru me like the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt; I could swear I knew your&lt;br /&gt; Before I knew your name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're the one, you're my shinin' star&lt;br /&gt; You're the one I've been waitin' for&lt;br /&gt; Let's fly away&lt;br /&gt; To some foreign country&lt;br /&gt; Where nobody knows who we are&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5522453168116803587?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5522453168116803587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5522453168116803587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5522453168116803587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5522453168116803587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetic-odes.html' title='Poetic Odes'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7634813344215910436</id><published>2010-10-19T22:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:26:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Time</title><content type='html'>Its a time honored 2fer Tuesday tradition whenever I get to go to a  concert ya'all get to hear the top songs on the following Tuesday.  Sunday I took my 8 year old son to his very first concert - TobyMac and  Third Day did a benefit tour for &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt;,  a Child Sponsorship organization that helps children in third world  countries. Huyler was in hog heaven. The Diverse City band were in rare  form (not that rare, they ALWAYS give it everything they've got), Mac  Powell's voice and hair were both heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and we  even signed up to sponsor a little girl in Senegal named Ndeye. She's 5  and ever so cute. Everything was mind-blowing, but these two songs were  just what I needed to hear. And now you are lucky enough to hear them  too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX5OqyBYKh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX5OqyBYKh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yped9iEd9A4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yped9iEd9A4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Back Up&lt;br /&gt;You turned away when I looked you in the eye, &lt;br /&gt;And hesitated when I asked if you were alright, &lt;br /&gt;Seems like you're fighting for you life,&lt;br /&gt;But why? oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake in the middle of your nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;You saw it comin' but it hit you outta no where,&lt;br /&gt;And there's always scars&lt;br /&gt;When you fall back far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose our way,&lt;br /&gt;We get back up again&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;One day you will shine again,&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down,&lt;br /&gt;But not out forever,&lt;br /&gt;Lose our way,&lt;br /&gt;We get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;So get up, get up,&lt;br /&gt;You gonna shine again,&lt;br /&gt;Never too late to get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down,&lt;br /&gt;But not out forever&lt;br /&gt;[May be knocked down but not out forever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rolled out at the dawning of the day&lt;br /&gt;Heart racin' as you made you little get away,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you've been runnin' all your life &lt;br /&gt;But, why? Oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've pulled away from the love that would've been there,&lt;br /&gt;You start believin' that your situation's unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always scars,&lt;br /&gt;When you fall back far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose our way, &lt;br /&gt;We get back up again&lt;br /&gt;Never too late to get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;One day, you gonna shine again,&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down but not out forever,&lt;br /&gt;Lose our way, we get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;So get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna shine again&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late, to get back up again&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down, but not out forever,&lt;br /&gt;May be knocked down, but not out forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin', love callin', out to the broken,&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin'.&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin', love callin', out to the broken&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin'. &lt;br /&gt;This is love callin', love callin', &lt;br /&gt;I am so broken &lt;br /&gt;This is love callin' love callin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose our way, [way way way ay ay ay]&lt;br /&gt;We get back up, [get back up again]&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late [late late late ate ate ate]&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down but not out forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose our way,&lt;br /&gt;We get back up again,&lt;br /&gt;So get up get up&lt;br /&gt;You gonna shine again&lt;br /&gt;Never too late to get back up again&lt;br /&gt;You may be knocked down,&lt;br /&gt;But not out forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love [lose our way] callin' love callin' [get back up again] &lt;br /&gt;To the broken &lt;br /&gt;This is love [never too late] callin' &lt;br /&gt;[may be knocked down but not out forever]&lt;br /&gt;This is love [lose our way] callin' love callin' [we get back up again] &lt;br /&gt;To the broken &lt;br /&gt;This is love [never too late] callin' &lt;br /&gt;[may be knocked down but not out forever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin' love callin'&lt;br /&gt;Out to the broken,&lt;br /&gt;This is love callin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend to know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt; I can't begin to know what you're going through&lt;br /&gt; I won't deny the pain that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt; But I'm gonna try and give a little hope to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just remember what I've told you&lt;br /&gt; There's so much you're living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; For you, for you&lt;br /&gt; There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; Shinin' bright at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; For you, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You've got your disappointments and sorrows&lt;br /&gt; You ought to share the weight of that load with me&lt;br /&gt; Then you will find that the light of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; It brings a new life for your eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So remember what I've told you&lt;br /&gt; There's so much you're living for&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; So keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt; Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Musical Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So remember what I've told you&lt;br /&gt; There's so much you're living for&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus] x2&lt;br /&gt; There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; For you, for you&lt;br /&gt; Shinin' bright at the end of this tunnel&lt;br /&gt; For you, for you&lt;br /&gt; So keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt; Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt; Keep holding on, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You've got your disappointments and sorrows&lt;br /&gt; But I'm gonna try and give a little hope to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-7634813344215910436?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7634813344215910436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=7634813344215910436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7634813344215910436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7634813344215910436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/10/show-time.html' title='Show Time'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2535990903969231372</id><published>2010-10-11T22:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:00:15.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Lovin'</title><content type='html'>Everyone has to have boundaries. I appreciate that Zooey Deschanel drew a concrete line in the proverbial sand. And as a companion to the turn OFF song of the year, we have a special request, which you know I will ALWAYS honor. Email me, I mean it! bouvier_turtle (at) yahoo (dot) com&lt;br /&gt;Originally by Sheila E, whose boundaries are a little farther than Zooey's, this cover by Michael Hedges is nice because the lyrics are easier to understand. And they're so steamy, that is a plus. (But &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-VZ1WSu-5Y"&gt;here's a link&lt;/a&gt;, if you really just NEED to see Sheila E dancing it out. She is pretty glitter-tastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOqaJDPsvqQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOqaJDPsvqQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Love Bizzarre&lt;br /&gt;by Prince&lt;br /&gt;performed by Sheila E&lt;br /&gt;Covered by Michael Hedges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon up above, it shines down upon our skin&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin&lt;br /&gt;We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;It gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strawberry mind, a body that's built 4 2&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on the spine, we do things we never do&lt;br /&gt;Come swallow the pride and joy of the ivory tower&lt;br /&gt;We'll dance on the roof, make love on a bed of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon up above, it shines down upon our skin&lt;br /&gt;(It shines down... on... our... skin)&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin&lt;br /&gt;(Whispering words that scream of... scream of sin)&lt;br /&gt;We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;(We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest... wildest dreams, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;It gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre&lt;br /&gt;(A strawberry mind, a body that's built 4 2, me and U)&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre&lt;br /&gt;(A kiss on the spine, we do things we never do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS {x4}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are, what we are, a love bizarre {x2}&lt;br /&gt;What we are (What we are), what we are (what we are)&lt;br /&gt;A love bizarre (A love bizarre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS {repeated ‘til end}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah! {x3}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Ballad&lt;br /&gt;by Munchausen by Proxy with Von Iva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'm not you're whore&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your..&lt;br /&gt;You..?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your little&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your little&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your little whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whore, whore, whore)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your late nite booty call&lt;br /&gt;(Whore no more)&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me past 11 pm it won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;(Whore, whore, whore)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ur late nite booty call&lt;br /&gt;(Whore no more)&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me past 11 pm it won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a scalp that won't heal&lt;br /&gt;Just another sore&lt;br /&gt;Lost face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me past 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;It won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;It happened once, it happened twice&lt;br /&gt;It happened three times,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe four times&lt;br /&gt;Maybe five times&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it happened six times&lt;br /&gt;but it won't happen seven times&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whore, whore, whore)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your late nite booty call&lt;br /&gt;(Whore no more)&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me past 11 pm it won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;(Whore, whore, whore)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ur late nite booty call&lt;br /&gt;(Whore no more)&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me past 11 pm it won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;You can call me at 10:59 but don't call me at 11 'cause that's my rule noww..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2535990903969231372?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2535990903969231372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2535990903969231372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2535990903969231372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2535990903969231372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/10/late-lovin.html' title='Late Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-687236056964639205</id><published>2010-10-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:07:51.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totes Magrotes</title><content type='html'>Happy Tuesday, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL_zuWHrLdI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL_zuWHrLdI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9YSOK9nlKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9YSOK9nlKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Away Your Stone&lt;br /&gt;Roll away your stone, I’ll roll away mine&lt;br /&gt; Together we can see what we will find&lt;br /&gt; Don’t leave me alone at this time,&lt;br /&gt; For I'm afraid of what I will discover inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause you told me that I would find a hole,&lt;br /&gt; Within the fragile substance of my soul&lt;br /&gt; And I have filled this void with things unreal,&lt;br /&gt; And all the while my character it steals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt; And yet it dominates the things I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems that all my bridges have been burned,&lt;br /&gt; But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works&lt;br /&gt; It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart,&lt;br /&gt; But the welcome I receive with the restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt; And yet it dominates the things I see&lt;br /&gt; Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt; And yet it dominates the things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stars hide your fires,&lt;br /&gt; These here are my desires&lt;br /&gt; And I won't give them up to you this time around&lt;br /&gt; And so, I’ll be found with my stake stuck in this ground&lt;br /&gt; Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But you, you’ve gone too far this time&lt;br /&gt; You have neither reason nor rhyme&lt;br /&gt; With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;remember that night&lt;br /&gt; we liked to play old board games&lt;br /&gt; him into trouble and you into risk&lt;br /&gt; thank god for gravity he replied&lt;br /&gt; to a question she never asked before she made her final move&lt;br /&gt; he stopped motion with his timex, grabbed her by the arm and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; even this overpass&lt;br /&gt; sees more travel than us&lt;br /&gt; i'm reading what to say from a book of violent weather&lt;br /&gt; your limbs flail to music that only you can hear&lt;br /&gt; make your mouth some headphones&lt;br /&gt; and whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o my god                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-687236056964639205?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/687236056964639205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=687236056964639205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/687236056964639205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/687236056964639205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/10/totes-magrotes.html' title='Totes Magrotes'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-9043061468350048789</id><published>2010-09-28T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:22:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wheels    ....=O~O</title><content type='html'>I was already thinking about Bicycle Race for today's set... I'm going  to have a bicycle soon. I haven't had one since I was just a kid. So  that's exciting. And then this morning, my friend, who is giving me the  bike, by the way, mentioned another Queen song, and the set was  solidified in my mind. In fact, I came right over to send it out instead  of waiting till late in the day. May one or both of these songs be  stuck in your heads all day. Lets fill the world around us with QUEEN.  bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGw2y_EYVRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGw2y_EYVRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0ppC3smQ7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0ppC3smQ7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride it where I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You say black I say white&lt;br /&gt; You say bark I say bite&lt;br /&gt; You say shark I say hey man&lt;br /&gt; Jaws was never my scene&lt;br /&gt; And I don't like Star Wars&lt;br /&gt; You say Rolls I say Royce&lt;br /&gt; You say God give me a choice&lt;br /&gt; You say Lord I say Christ&lt;br /&gt; I don't believe in Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt; Frankenstein or Superman&lt;br /&gt; All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle races are coming your way&lt;br /&gt; So forget all your duties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today&lt;br /&gt; So look out for those beauties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt; On your marks get set go&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You say coke I say caine&lt;br /&gt; You say John I say Wayne&lt;br /&gt; Hot dog I say cool it man&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna be the President of America&lt;br /&gt; You say smile I say cheese&lt;br /&gt; Cartier I say please&lt;br /&gt; Income tax I say Jesus&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna be a candidate for&lt;br /&gt; Vietnam or Watergate&lt;br /&gt; Cause all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt; I want to ride it where I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash's Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; Savior of the Universe&lt;br /&gt; Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; He'll save every one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Seemingly there is no reason for these extraordinary intergalactical upsets)&lt;br /&gt; (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt; (What's happening Flash?)&lt;br /&gt; (Only Doctor Hans Zarkhov, formerly at NASA, has provided any explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; He's a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (This morning's unprecedented solar eclipse is no cause for alarm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; King of the impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's for every one of us&lt;br /&gt; Stand for every one of us&lt;br /&gt; He save with a mighty hand&lt;br /&gt; Every man, every woman&lt;br /&gt; Every child, with a mighty&lt;br /&gt; Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (General Kala, Flash Gordon approaching.)&lt;br /&gt; (What do you mean Flash Gordon approaching? Open fire! All weapons! Dispatch war rocket Ajax to bring back his body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; (Gordon's alive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Flash a-ah&lt;br /&gt; He'll save every one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just a man&lt;br /&gt; With a man's courage&lt;br /&gt; You know he's&lt;br /&gt; Nothing but a man&lt;br /&gt; And he can never fail&lt;br /&gt; No one but the pure at heart&lt;br /&gt; May find the Golden Grail&lt;br /&gt; ...Oh..Oh........Oh..Oh ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Flash, Flash, I love you, but we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth!)&lt;br /&gt; Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-9043061468350048789?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9043061468350048789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=9043061468350048789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/9043061468350048789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/9043061468350048789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-wheels-oo.html' title='Two Wheels    ....=O~O'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-8033412387648933666</id><published>2010-09-21T16:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:32:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pooped</title><content type='html'>I had to clean up the yard yesterday. Let me rephrase that, I pretty much had to re-landscape the yard that my darling children have torn up and trashed since we moved here in March. I was on the verge of being expelled from the premises for not taking good care of the yard. And it was hard work. And it was hot outside. And when we were all done, I had to change my clothes and go to work at Target. And then this morning, I had to get up and do two days of school work with my kids because we did none yesterday. I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxJOpr6Y5yI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxJOpr6Y5yI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-71fdcb889658c14c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71fdcb889658c14c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D4F86A39D5A0A46F7B3AD458CFCC7297DD19906.5C72F412A427677429FB8814CA384414CB0C36DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71fdcb889658c14c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9XEqte2x3BDC3uFk3R3LCKMpQcY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71fdcb889658c14c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D4F86A39D5A0A46F7B3AD458CFCC7297DD19906.5C72F412A427677429FB8814CA384414CB0C36DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71fdcb889658c14c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9XEqte2x3BDC3uFk3R3LCKMpQcY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink&lt;br /&gt;I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink&lt;br /&gt;No,no,no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired my mind is set on you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd say I'm putting you on&lt;br /&gt;But it's no joke, it's doing me harm&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain&lt;br /&gt;You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;for a little peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And curse Sir Walter Raleigh&lt;br /&gt;He was such a stupid get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd say I'm putting you on&lt;br /&gt;But it's no joke, it's doing me harm&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain&lt;br /&gt;You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;for a little peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;(mumbling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Tired"&lt;br /&gt;performed in: "Blazing Saddles" by Madeleine Khan (1974)&lt;br /&gt;written by: Mel Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,&lt;br /&gt;set men on fire,&lt;br /&gt;I have this power,&lt;br /&gt;morning noon and night it's drink and dancing,&lt;br /&gt;some quick romancing,&lt;br /&gt;and then a quick shower,&lt;br /&gt;stage door johnnies always surround me,&lt;br /&gt;they always hound me,&lt;br /&gt;with one request,&lt;br /&gt;who can satisfy their lustful habits,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;I need some rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of love,&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill of love,&lt;br /&gt;from below and above,&lt;br /&gt;tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of being admired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of love uninspired,&lt;br /&gt;let's face it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with 1000's of men,&lt;br /&gt;again and again,&lt;br /&gt;they promise the moon,&lt;br /&gt;they always coming and going,&lt;br /&gt;going and coming,&lt;br /&gt;and always too soon!&lt;br /&gt;Right girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of playing the game,&lt;br /&gt;ain't it a crying shame?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired,&lt;br /&gt;God dammit I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello cowboy, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Tex 'mam&lt;br /&gt;Tex 'mam ? Tell me Tex'mam, are you in show business?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;We'll then why don't you get your freaking feet off here&lt;br /&gt;La ha&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha he hu...&lt;br /&gt;Hello handsome, is that a 10 gallon hat? Or are you just enjoying the show?&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ah...&lt;br /&gt;Oh miss lilly, oh my lady, oh my pussy cat, put it there baby, put it... ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of playing the game,&lt;br /&gt;ain't it a crying shame,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[soldiers:]&lt;br /&gt;she's tired&lt;br /&gt;-she's tired&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of love&lt;br /&gt;-give her a break&lt;br /&gt;she's had her fill of love&lt;br /&gt;-she's not a snake&lt;br /&gt;from bellow and above&lt;br /&gt;-can't you see she's sick?&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;-she's bushed&lt;br /&gt;tired of being admired&lt;br /&gt;-let her alone&lt;br /&gt;tired of love uninspired&lt;br /&gt;-get off the phone&lt;br /&gt;she's tired&lt;br /&gt;-don't you know she's pooped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with 1000's of men,&lt;br /&gt;again and again,&lt;br /&gt;they sing the same tune,&lt;br /&gt;the start with Byron and Shelly,&lt;br /&gt;and jump on your belly,&lt;br /&gt;and bust your balloon!&lt;br /&gt;aye!&lt;br /&gt;tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of playing the game,&lt;br /&gt;ain't it a freakin shame,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so...&lt;br /&gt;let's face it,&lt;br /&gt;everything below the waste is kapput!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-8033412387648933666?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=71fdcb889658c14c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8033412387648933666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=8033412387648933666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8033412387648933666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/8033412387648933666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-pooped.html' title='I&apos;m Pooped'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2987992321332315690</id><published>2010-09-14T16:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:59:10.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Wait</title><content type='html'>Geez Louise! I had a doctor's appointment today... I haven't been in for about 8 years and I couldn't really say why. Why don't I go to the doctor? Besides that its expensive and I don't ever have insurance and everyone in the waiting room coughs all over you and makes you feel like you are going to leave with some lethal disease when you just came in for a "well woman check up". Ugh. But today I realized the real reason I don't go.... I sat in the waiting room for TWO HOURS for a 5 minute exam! Soooooo ridiculous! Its cold and boring, and then they get me in a stinkin' paper towel robe and make me wait another 20 minutes? Come ON! I don't think I'll do that again for another 8 years. I couldn't wait to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMOAXm94VWo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMOAXm94VWo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjFaenf1T-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjFaenf1T-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting Room by Fugazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a patient boy&lt;br /&gt;I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait&lt;br /&gt;My time is like water down a drain&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's moving,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's moving,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me to remain&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the news&lt;br /&gt;I cannot use it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the news&lt;br /&gt;I won't live by it&lt;br /&gt;Sitting outside of town&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's always down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Because... they can't get up&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Come on and get up&lt;br /&gt;Come on and get up&lt;br /&gt;But I don't sit idly by&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fight for what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I won't make the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;Because I know how much time that wastes&lt;br /&gt;And Function&lt;br /&gt;Function is the key&lt;br /&gt;To the the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the news&lt;br /&gt;I cannot use it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the news&lt;br /&gt;I won't live by it&lt;br /&gt;Sitting outside of town&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's always down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Because... they can't get up&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Come on and get up&lt;br /&gt;Up for the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Because... they can't get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Alabama, Arkansas,&lt;br /&gt;I do love my ma and pa,&lt;br /&gt;Not the way that I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Him:]&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Moley, me, oh my,&lt;br /&gt;You're the apple of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;Girl I've never loved one like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;I scream it to the nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Him:]&lt;br /&gt;Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing please me more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me come home&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, take me home.&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I'm coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Him:]&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the park,&lt;br /&gt;Through the jungle through the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Girl I never loved one like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Moats and boats and waterfalls,&lt;br /&gt;Alley-ways and pay phone calls,&lt;br /&gt;I've been everywhere with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Him:]&lt;br /&gt;We laugh until we think we’ll die,&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot on a summer night&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;And in the streets you run afree,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's only you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Geeze, you're something to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, take me home.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I'm coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talking)&lt;br /&gt;Him: Jade&lt;br /&gt;Her: Alexander&lt;br /&gt;Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.&lt;br /&gt;Her: What didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where I'm alone with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Him:]&lt;br /&gt;Home. Let me come home.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome.&lt;br /&gt;Home is when I'm alone with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Alabama, Arkansas,&lt;br /&gt;I do love my ma and pa...&lt;br /&gt;Moats and boats and waterfalls,&lt;br /&gt;Alley-ways and pay phone calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;Home is wherever I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where I'm alone with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2987992321332315690?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2987992321332315690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2987992321332315690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2987992321332315690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2987992321332315690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-wait.html' title='Long Wait'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2229883031492543821</id><published>2010-09-07T22:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:07:28.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Mix</title><content type='html'>The deluge of awesome music continues. My friend Joel graced me with another mix CD. I don't even know where to begin. No really, he made the mix Guy Style, meaning he didn't give me any song list, so I have no idea the Titles or Artists. I did find a couple of them by googling their lyrics. It doesn't even matter, though. I will listen to this CD until it disintegrates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8tBRPqOb0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8tBRPqOb0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjHvJE1XU7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjHvJE1XU7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte by Vanessa Da Mata (feat. Ben Harper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só isso&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não mudará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;There is no way&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;Good luck&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's only words&lt;br /&gt;And what l feel&lt;br /&gt;Won't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;It too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Isn´t real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;br /&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;br /&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person&lt;br /&gt;Who advises you&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;br /&gt;So many special people in the world... in the world&lt;br /&gt;All you want all you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repete refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now were falling (falling), falling (falling) into the night (into the night),&lt;br /&gt;Falling (falling), falling (falling) into the night (um bom encontro é de dois),&lt;br /&gt;Now were falling (falling), falling (falling) into the night (into the night),&lt;br /&gt;Falling (falling), falling (falling) into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Sky by Alexi Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stood beneath an orange sky&lt;br /&gt;Yes I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stood beneath an orange sky&lt;br /&gt;With my brother standing by&lt;br /&gt;With my brother standing by&lt;br /&gt;I said Brother, you know you know&lt;br /&gt;It's a long road we've been walking on&lt;br /&gt;Brother you know it is you know it is&lt;br /&gt;Such a long road we've been walking on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stood beneath an orange sky&lt;br /&gt;With my sister standing by&lt;br /&gt;With my sister standing by&lt;br /&gt;I said Sister, here is what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, in your love, in your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sister you know I'm so weary&lt;br /&gt;And you know sister&lt;br /&gt;My hearts been broken&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;My mind is too strong to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Too strong to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am alone&lt;br /&gt;When I've thrown off the weight of this crazy stone&lt;br /&gt;When I've lost all care for the things I own&lt;br /&gt;That's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you&lt;br /&gt;You who are my home&lt;br /&gt;You who are my home&lt;br /&gt;And here is what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, my salvation lies&lt;br /&gt;In your love, in your love, in your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stood beneath an orange sky&lt;br /&gt;Yes I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stood beneath an orange sky&lt;br /&gt;With my brother and my sister standing by&lt;br /&gt;With my brother and my sister standing by&lt;br /&gt;With my brother and my sister standing by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2229883031492543821?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2229883031492543821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2229883031492543821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2229883031492543821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2229883031492543821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-of-mix.html' title='School of Mix'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5384643180735806129</id><published>2010-08-31T18:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:21:16.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Awe</title><content type='html'>I just heard this Gungor song today, and then I remembered it was Tuesday so... perfect! And then I just turned to an old favorite from Switchfoot. I'm in love with someone. He won't ever let me down. These songs were both written for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyPBtExE4W0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyPBtExE4W0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pz3kLfOhg24?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pz3kLfOhg24?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Things&lt;br /&gt;All this pain&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll even find my way&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my life could really change at all&lt;br /&gt;All this earth&lt;br /&gt;Could all that is lost ever be found&lt;br /&gt;Could a garden come up from this ground at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;Hope is springing up from this old ground&lt;br /&gt;Out of chaos life is being found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me new, You are making me new&lt;br /&gt;You make me new, You are making me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fire&lt;br /&gt;They tell you where you need to go&lt;br /&gt;They tell you when you'll need to leave&lt;br /&gt;They tell you what you need to know&lt;br /&gt;They tell you who you need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything inside you knows&lt;br /&gt;There's more than what you've heard&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more than empty conversations&lt;br /&gt;Filled with empty words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're on fire&lt;br /&gt;When He's near you&lt;br /&gt;You're on fire&lt;br /&gt;When He speaks&lt;br /&gt;You're on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more time around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to see&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything You are&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to be... (near You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside me looks like&lt;br /&gt;Everything I hate&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope I have for change&lt;br /&gt;You are the only chance I'll take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You're near me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You speak&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;These mysteries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the edge of me [x3]&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the edge of everything I've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;And i've been standing on the edge of me&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You're near me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You speak&lt;br /&gt;(Yea) I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries... these mysteries... these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Ah you're the mystery&lt;br /&gt;You're the mystery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5384643180735806129?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5384643180735806129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5384643180735806129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5384643180735806129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5384643180735806129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/08/humble-awe.html' title='Humble Awe'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2416759148710086292</id><published>2010-08-24T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:22:54.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece Pipe</title><content type='html'>There is this big patch of boulders near our house, which I know would be such a wonderful place to climb and explore when I was a little kid, but since we are right in down town Prescott, and since we know there is a sex offender living only a few doors away from us, my poor children are forbidden to go climbing around up there without adult supervision. They still manage to get their booties up there once in a while when they are supposedly playing with neighbor kids. Today Huyler revealed a "treasure" he had found up there on one such occasion - the broken shaft of a lovely, blown glass pot pipe. AWESOME. Just what I want my 7 year old son coming home to show me. Mama's watch just got a little more hawk-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some druggie songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mgjZK46_uw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mgjZK46_uw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgNmTA728oY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgNmTA728oY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe.&lt;br /&gt;But today, if you think that I don't know about depression and emotional pain,&lt;br /&gt;You're insane, or you're a fool who hasn't paid attention to a word that I say.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane&lt;br /&gt;With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin is so passe, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Herion is so passe, hey, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So passe nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;You never thought you'd get addicted, just be cooler in an obvious way&lt;br /&gt;I could say, shouldn't you have got a couple piercings and decided maybe that you were gay,&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane&lt;br /&gt;With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin is so passe, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Herion is so passe, hey, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin is so passe, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Heroin is so passe, hey&lt;br /&gt;Heroin is so passe, hey, hey.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah,&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey hey heyyy, heyyy, heyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - read you - and god i'm good at it - i'm so spot on&lt;br /&gt;Chord - shapes in air - go press that dissonance - if you dare&lt;br /&gt;And you - breathing in - finesse an innocent&lt;br /&gt;From her partying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;Cause i love you no?&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but love, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What - part of no - don't you understand - i've told you before&lt;br /&gt;To just get - off my case - this isn't happening - stop this now&lt;br /&gt;And i - where was i? - i have to be somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Now where did i put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;Cause i love you no?&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but love you, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it - is this it - is this it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - hello we're back - and we're taking calls&lt;br /&gt;Now what was the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;Cause i love you no?&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but love you, no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2416759148710086292?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2416759148710086292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2416759148710086292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2416759148710086292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2416759148710086292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/08/piece-pipe.html' title='Piece Pipe'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1511418206872056364</id><published>2010-08-17T21:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:53:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Title</title><content type='html'>I just got home from playing Bunco and remembered the 2fer. I am sort of not in a 2fer mindset, but as I said before, I have so much new music to share, I hardly have to worry. Its just the "blurb" at the beginning that's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a peaceful mindset lately. Not an easy mindset, but a peaceful one, if that makes any sense. Things aren't going my way, but they are going.... and I'm always curious to see where they will go. In the mean time, God is taking really good care of me. I love that. A reliable, real God who never leaves my side and always does what he says he will. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the music has nothing to do with that... Its just really, really good to listen to. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDUzHBDAcOo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDUzHBDAcOo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/woGp4gJiTbk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/woGp4gJiTbk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Feel It All&lt;br /&gt;I feel it all, I feel it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel it all, I feel it all&lt;br /&gt;The wings are wide, the wings are wide&lt;br /&gt;Wild card in sight, wild card in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ll be the one who'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I know more than I knew before&lt;br /&gt;I know more than I knew before&lt;br /&gt;I didn't rest, I didn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Did we fight or did we talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ll be the one who'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I love you more&lt;br /&gt;I love you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I knew before&lt;br /&gt;But now I know I want to win the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to take a test&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't pull or flex&lt;br /&gt;Put your weight against the door&lt;br /&gt;Kick-drum on the basement floor&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in the thought of woods&lt;br /&gt;Looking like the winter bird&lt;br /&gt;On my head the water pours&lt;br /&gt;Cops stream through the open door&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Fly away the one who want to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel it all&lt;br /&gt;The wings are wide&lt;br /&gt;Wild card in sight, wild card in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ll be the one who'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one who'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one who'll break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it, though you started it&lt;br /&gt;The truth, the lies&lt;br /&gt;The truth, the lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;No wind of waterfall could stall me&lt;br /&gt;And then came the rush of the flood&lt;br /&gt;Stars of night turned deep to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt me down&lt;br /&gt;Into big black armour&lt;br /&gt;Leave no trace of grace&lt;br /&gt;Just in your honour&lt;br /&gt;Lower me down&lt;br /&gt;To culprit south&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em wash a space in town&lt;br /&gt;For the lead&lt;br /&gt;And the dregs of my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleepin'&lt;br /&gt;Lower me down&lt;br /&gt;Pin me in&lt;br /&gt;Secure the grounds&lt;br /&gt;For the later parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Two fists of solid rock&lt;br /&gt;With brains that could explain&lt;br /&gt;Any feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower me down&lt;br /&gt;Pin me in&lt;br /&gt;Secure the grounds&lt;br /&gt;For the lead&lt;br /&gt;And the dregs of my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleepin'&lt;br /&gt;For the later parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;No wind of waterfall could stall me&lt;br /&gt;And then came the rush of the flood&lt;br /&gt;Stars of night turned deep to dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1511418206872056364?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1511418206872056364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1511418206872056364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1511418206872056364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1511418206872056364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/08/without-title.html' title='Without Title'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-7871037771765613965</id><published>2010-08-10T20:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:39:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Appearances</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what I would do if I got to sing with Frank Black. I would die of love. I would pee my pants. No, I would just try to sing the song as closely to the way I've always heard it as possible. Which is just what Tenacious D does. And just what Weird Al does, too. So freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xheExYs2h1I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xheExYs2h1I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL32grJl-WI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL32grJl-WI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My Golly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro las Pinones y la ola es pequena,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Golly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos para la luna caribe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;Besando chichando con surfer rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!,&lt;br /&gt;Se fue su madera&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa oh oh oh Rosa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy playero pero no hay playa,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;Bien perdida la surfer rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida total es un porqueria porqueria,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;Esto no es mas, que vida!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my golly!&lt;br /&gt;Rosa oh oh oh Rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Bleed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as loud as hell&lt;br /&gt;a ringing bell&lt;br /&gt;behind my smile&lt;br /&gt;it shakes my teeth&lt;br /&gt;and all the while&lt;br /&gt;as vampires feed&lt;br /&gt;i bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prithee, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;why are we here&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;as breathing flows&lt;br /&gt;my mind secedes&lt;br /&gt;i bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a place&lt;br /&gt;in the buried west&lt;br /&gt;in a cave&lt;br /&gt;with a house in it&lt;br /&gt;in the clay&lt;br /&gt;the holes of hands&lt;br /&gt;you can place&lt;br /&gt;a hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;in bleed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-7871037771765613965?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7871037771765613965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=7871037771765613965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7871037771765613965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/7871037771765613965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/08/surprise-appearances.html' title='Surprise Appearances'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2141147597576039196</id><published>2010-08-03T08:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:49:29.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Radio</title><content type='html'>Some events are worth revisiting again and again. In 1977 Elvis Costello was forbidden from playing his controversial song "Radio Radio" on Saturday Night Live, but he played it anyway and was banned from the show for 12 years. &lt;br /&gt;When the Beastie Boys appeared on the show in 1999, they re-enacted the event, paying homage to the man who helped shape today's music - even for the Beasties. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;You really should listen to both versions of the song. It doesn't get old, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://videosift.com/widget.js?video=41053&amp;width=540&amp;comments=15&amp;minimized=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://videosift.com/widget.js?video=75985&amp;width=540&amp;comments=15&amp;minimized=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Radio&lt;br /&gt;by Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything my radio advised&lt;br /&gt;With every one of those late night stations&lt;br /&gt;Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver&lt;br /&gt;When the switch broke 'cause it's old&lt;br /&gt;They're saying things that I can hardly believe&lt;br /&gt;They really think we're getting out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS) Radio is a sound salvation&lt;br /&gt;Radio is cleaning up the nation&lt;br /&gt;They say you better listen to the voice of reason&lt;br /&gt;But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason&lt;br /&gt;So you had better do as you are told&lt;br /&gt;You better listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bite the hand that feeds me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bite that hand so badly&lt;br /&gt;I want to make them wish they'd never seen me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends sit around every evening&lt;br /&gt;And they worry about the times ahead&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference&lt;br /&gt;And the promise of an early bed&lt;br /&gt;You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it&lt;br /&gt;It's only inches on the reel-to-reel&lt;br /&gt;And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(REPEAT CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful radio&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous radio&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful radio&lt;br /&gt;Radio, radio&lt;br /&gt;(FADE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2141147597576039196?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2141147597576039196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2141147597576039196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2141147597576039196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2141147597576039196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/08/radio-radio.html' title='Radio Radio'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1252975257981681574</id><published>2010-07-27T09:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:53:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aural Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I have so much music to choose from today its like I've entered another dimension. The mind boggles. I've been on sort of a mixed CD making binge lately, and in return, I had two mixes made for me this week - wonderful, wonderful mixes that bathed me in so much aural pleasure I start getting giddy just thinking about it. Aaaaahhhhh. So, with so much to choose from, I guess the 2fers will just flow peacefully out of me for the next several weeks. Here are two that make me smile and nod. Pardon the useless video on the Be Good Tanyas song. Its the only video of that song on youtube, and the song is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pp5eBxU248Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pp5eBxU248Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-78jbNzevfc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-78jbNzevfc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get Over You &lt;br /&gt;by the Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take&lt;br /&gt;A sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to&lt;br /&gt;Go through what I go through. I guess I should take&lt;br /&gt;Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would&lt;br /&gt;Try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind&lt;br /&gt;Which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't&lt;br /&gt;Want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love.&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist&lt;br /&gt;And not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,&lt;br /&gt;Or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress&lt;br /&gt;In black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink&lt;br /&gt;Vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spite of All the Damage&lt;br /&gt;by the Be Good Tanyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wanted to say to you&lt;br /&gt;that i wanted to see your face again&lt;br /&gt;that i wanted to hear you laughin' oh&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all the damage i've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wanted to hear you talkin'&lt;br /&gt;or to hear your sense of things&lt;br /&gt;or to call you up on a sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all the damage i've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i broke up our home&lt;br /&gt;and left you nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;yes i broke up our home&lt;br /&gt;and left you nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm livin' out my days away&lt;br /&gt;i think you understand&lt;br /&gt;that i couldn't have stayed&lt;br /&gt;but i'd like to hear you laughin' oh&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all the damage i've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i broke up our home&lt;br /&gt;and left you nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;yes i broke up our home&lt;br /&gt;and left you nowhere to run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1252975257981681574?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1252975257981681574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1252975257981681574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1252975257981681574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1252975257981681574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/aural-pleasure.html' title='Aural Pleasure'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5025808500758546919</id><published>2010-07-13T22:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:48:20.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldish Feelings</title><content type='html'>I got a little bit of flattery this week that boosted my spirits. Someone wrote on my facebook page that I knew "so much about music" and asked me to some day make them a mix CD. Well, if anyone wanted to know how to make me feel good, that was it. I started right away, and I have to say its one of the very best mixes I've ever made. It flows so beautifully. And it took some doing too. Because there is this Bob Dylan song, maybe you remember it from the Natural Born Killers Soundtrack, a cover of You Belong To Me. I have always loved that song, but hated that Oliver Stone added dialog to the end of it on the soundtrack. And it turns out that soundtrack is the only place that recording was ever published! So I had to do some fancy editing in WMM, and it took me about 50 tries. And I'm not even exaggerating. Much. So when I had that final result, I couldn't just pop it on a mix and forget about it. No. It took too much work. So I made a video and I'm sending it out to all my friends for the 2fer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leonard Cohen song doesn't really have any correlation except for a similar oldish mellow feeling that I love. And someone put together a lovely slideshow for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db9320b873bdaf8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db9320b873bdaf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55C321411E8433101F8E26F160EC3557D3802AAC.5A968EBD9D7C37E9CE3F69B5C4168233BD0734E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb9320b873bdaf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDhik0-GiTQ3IfYhgoBcFQ1I09QU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db9320b873bdaf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55C321411E8433101F8E26F160EC3557D3802AAC.5A968EBD9D7C37E9CE3F69B5C4168233BD0734E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb9320b873bdaf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDhik0-GiTQ3IfYhgoBcFQ1I09QU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fMnF0Fvdpo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fMnF0Fvdpo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;performed by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pyramids along the Nile&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle&lt;br /&gt;Just remember darlin' all the while&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the market place in Old Algiers&lt;br /&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Just remember when a dream appears&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Blue Raincoat&lt;br /&gt;by Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's four in the morning, the end of December&lt;br /&gt; I'm writing you now just to see if you're better&lt;br /&gt; New York is cold, but I like where I'm living&lt;br /&gt; There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert&lt;br /&gt; You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of  record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair&lt;br /&gt; She said that you gave it to her&lt;br /&gt; That night that you planned to go clear&lt;br /&gt; Did you ever go clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older&lt;br /&gt; Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder&lt;br /&gt; You'd been to the station to meet every train&lt;br /&gt; And you came home without Lili Marlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And you treated my woman to a flake of your life&lt;br /&gt; And when she came back she was nobody's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth&lt;br /&gt; One more thin gypsy thief&lt;br /&gt; Well I see Jane's awake --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She sends her regards.&lt;br /&gt; And what can I tell you my brother, my killer&lt;br /&gt; What can I possibly say?&lt;br /&gt; I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you&lt;br /&gt; I'm glad you stood in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me&lt;br /&gt; Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes&lt;br /&gt; I thought it was there for good so I never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Jane came by with a lock of your hair&lt;br /&gt; She said that you gave it to her&lt;br /&gt; That night that you planned to go clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5025808500758546919?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db9320b873bdaf8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5025808500758546919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5025808500758546919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5025808500758546919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5025808500758546919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/oldish-feelings.html' title='Oldish Feelings'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-3460359945856600422</id><published>2010-07-06T22:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:31:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Griping Grunge</title><content type='html'>Some musicians just throw a fit so well. Better than a regular person could. I wish I had a mic and an electric guitar, then I could really vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bTKCFh8qcik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bTKCFh8qcik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv96yJYhk3M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv96yJYhk3M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself&lt;br /&gt;by Dusty Springfield&lt;br /&gt;performed by the White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;planning everything for two&lt;br /&gt;doing everything with you&lt;br /&gt;and now that we're through&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;movies only make me sad&lt;br /&gt;parties make me feel as bad&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;needs the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;I need your sweet love&lt;br /&gt;to beat love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;planning everything for two&lt;br /&gt;doing everything with you&lt;br /&gt;and now that we're through&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;needs the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;I need your sweet love&lt;br /&gt;to beat love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Right&lt;br /&gt;by Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never bother you&lt;br /&gt;I will never promise too&lt;br /&gt;I will never follow you&lt;br /&gt;I will never bother you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say a word again&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl away for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move away from here&lt;br /&gt;You won't be afraid of fear&lt;br /&gt;No thought was put into this&lt;br /&gt;I always knew it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;Things have never been so swell&lt;br /&gt;I have never failed to fail&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're right&lt;br /&gt;You know you're right&lt;br /&gt;You know you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so warm and calm inside&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have to hide&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about someone else&lt;br /&gt;Steaming soup against her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really bothers her&lt;br /&gt;She just wants to love herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move away from here&lt;br /&gt;You won't be afraid of fear&lt;br /&gt;No thought was put into this&lt;br /&gt;I always knew it'd come to this&lt;br /&gt;Things have never been so swell&lt;br /&gt;I have never failed to fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're right (x14)&lt;br /&gt;You know your right (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-3460359945856600422?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3460359945856600422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=3460359945856600422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3460359945856600422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/3460359945856600422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/griping-grunge.html' title='Griping Grunge'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-662576852085696638</id><published>2010-06-22T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:16:05.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp Shades</title><content type='html'>Some of you may not be aware that long ago in another life I was a  member of a wonderful band called Lampshade Legs. I was the bass player.  Those are my glory days (she says purely in jest). So, it goes without saying that I  have a special place in my heart for any musical endeavor that claims  as its talisman the all holy Lampshade. Imagine my delight to hear about  Kate Flannery and  Scot Robinson's duo, the Lampshades - a Las Vegas  lounge act parody that cracks me up. As I searched for more on youtube, I  also stumbled on Lulu and the Lampshades. I don't mind their sound one  bit, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TK_uDzYxO8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TK_uDzYxO8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWmo3PDMi9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWmo3PDMi9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-662576852085696638?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/662576852085696638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=662576852085696638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/662576852085696638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/662576852085696638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/06/lamp-shades.html' title='Lamp Shades'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2437340316221045467</id><published>2010-06-15T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:58:53.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Hope</title><content type='html'>I know these songs are nothing new. Well, actually, back in my Sinead  O'Connor days, I did NOT listen to Bob Dylan, so this song never stood  out to me. But now that I heart Bob Dylan, and I especially heart this  song, I was surprised to see Sinead's cover of it. She does a beautiful  job with it. She also did a cover of this Peter Gabriel/Kate Bush song  (with Willie Nelson) but I didn't want to overdo it with the baldy. And I  love Kate Bush's voice.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote &lt;a href="http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tishtashgreennyellatrash.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope.html"&gt;this poem&lt;/a&gt; today, and these songs go nicely with it. I know, I  know, I'm taking all my listeners on my little roller coaster ride the  past several Tuesdays. You know you love it, though. Long as it sounds  good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX9dG9_aUo4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX9dG9_aUo4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Believe In You&lt;br /&gt;by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;They ask me how I feel&lt;br /&gt; And if my love is real&lt;br /&gt; And how I know I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt; And they, they look at me and frown&lt;br /&gt; They'd like to drive me from this town&lt;br /&gt; They don't want me around&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They show me to the door&lt;br /&gt; They say don't come back no more&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to&lt;br /&gt; And I, I walk out on my own&lt;br /&gt; A thousand miles from home&lt;br /&gt; But I don't feel alone&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you even though we be apart&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you even on the morning after&lt;br /&gt; Oh, when the dawn is nearing&lt;br /&gt; Oh, when the night is disappearing&lt;br /&gt; Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't let me drift too far&lt;br /&gt; Keep me where you are&lt;br /&gt; Where I will always be renewed&lt;br /&gt; And that which you've given me today&lt;br /&gt; Is worth more than I could pay&lt;br /&gt; And no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you when winter turn to summer&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you when white turn to black&lt;br /&gt; I believe in you even though I be outnumbered&lt;br /&gt; Oh, though the earth may shake me&lt;br /&gt; Oh, though my friends forsake me&lt;br /&gt; Oh, even that couldn't make me go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't let me change my heart&lt;br /&gt; Keep me set apart&lt;br /&gt; From all the plans they do pursue&lt;br /&gt; And I, I don't mind the pain&lt;br /&gt; Don't mind the driving rain&lt;br /&gt; I know I will sustain&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Up&lt;br /&gt;by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this proud land we grew up strong&lt;br /&gt; we were wanted all along&lt;br /&gt; I was taught to fight, taught to win&lt;br /&gt; I never thought I could fail&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; no fight left or so it seems&lt;br /&gt; I am a man whose dreams have all deserted&lt;br /&gt; I've changed my face, I've changed my name&lt;br /&gt; but no one wants you when you lose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; 'cos you have friends&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; you're not beaten yet&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; I know you can make it good&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; though I saw it all around&lt;br /&gt; never thought I could be affected&lt;br /&gt; thought that we'd be the last to go&lt;br /&gt; it is so strange the way things turn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; drove the night toward my home&lt;br /&gt; the place that I was born, on the lakeside&lt;br /&gt; as daylight broke, I saw the earth&lt;br /&gt; the trees had burned down to the ground&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; you still have us&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; we don't need much of anything&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; 'cause somewhere there's a place&lt;br /&gt; where we belong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; rest your head&lt;br /&gt; you worry too much&lt;br /&gt; it's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt; when times get rough&lt;br /&gt; you can fall back on us&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; please don't give up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'got to walk out of here&lt;br /&gt; I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt; going to stand on that bridge&lt;br /&gt; keep my eyes down below&lt;br /&gt; whatever may come&lt;br /&gt; and whatever may go&lt;br /&gt; that river's flowing&lt;br /&gt; that river's flowing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; moved on to another town&lt;br /&gt; tried hard to settle down&lt;br /&gt; for every job, so many men&lt;br /&gt; so many men no-one needs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; 'cause you have friends&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; you're not the only one&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; no reason to be ashamed&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; you still have us&lt;br /&gt; don't give up now&lt;br /&gt; we're proud of who you are&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; you know it's never been easy&lt;br /&gt; don't give up&lt;br /&gt; 'cause I believe there's the a place&lt;br /&gt; there's a place where we belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2437340316221045467?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2437340316221045467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2437340316221045467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2437340316221045467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2437340316221045467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-hope.html' title='Have Hope'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1547285763261823306</id><published>2010-06-08T12:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:56:08.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream land</title><content type='html'>The two most recent movies I've watched were A Serious Man (strange and sad.. I've decided that the theme was God is so distant and incomprehensible, and yet not completely arbitrary. I disagree, but I know many Jews who feel that way about God.) AND Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. (I thought it was lovely and a very nice homage to Lewis Carrol's work.. they would have been dear friends if they'd known one another.) I debated about whether to post Somebody to Love (which plays in A Serious Man) or White Rabbit, which correlates more closely with Alice in Wonderland and still sort of applies because it IS Jefferson Airplane... but I decided to go with Somebody to Love. Don't question it. You don't get any answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnqK-1CPxLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnqK-1CPxLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-0nrDLH7MM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-0nrDLH7MM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabberwocky&lt;br /&gt;by Lewis Carrol&lt;br /&gt;performed by Donovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves,&lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!&lt;br /&gt;The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!&lt;br /&gt;Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun&lt;br /&gt;The frumious Bandersnatch!"&lt;br /&gt;He took his vorpal sword in hand:&lt;br /&gt;Long time the manxome foe he sought&lt;br /&gt;So rested he by the Tumtum tree,&lt;br /&gt;And stood﻿ a while in thought.&lt;br /&gt;And, as in uffish thought he stood, &lt;br /&gt;The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,&lt;br /&gt;Came whiffling﻿ through the tulgey wood,&lt;br /&gt;And burbled as it came!&lt;br /&gt;One two! One two! And through and through&lt;br /&gt;The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!&lt;br /&gt;He left it dead, and with its head&lt;br /&gt;He went galumphing back.&lt;br /&gt;"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my arms, my beamish boy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"&lt;br /&gt;He chortled in his joy.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves &lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to Love&lt;br /&gt;by Jefferson Airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is found to be lies&lt;br /&gt;And all the joy within you dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you love somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;You better find somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the garden's flowers, baby, are dead&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but in your head, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you don't know where it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are running, they're all running down your breast&lt;br /&gt;And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1547285763261823306?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1547285763261823306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1547285763261823306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1547285763261823306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1547285763261823306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-land.html' title='Dream land'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4835513317177023394</id><published>2010-06-01T13:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:27:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Face</title><content type='html'>I don't even want to talk about it. Well, I DO want to talk about it, but it doesn't help, so I'm not going to. Sometimes a woman wants to crack a whip and take control, and right now I can't do that. So I'm using this forum as a release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRtlE0YUBoc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRtlE0YUBoc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jTBjlAWbmk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jTBjlAWbmk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Snakes And Ladders"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It takes all you got&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep it moving up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna reach the top&lt;br /&gt;But heaven seems such a crazy dream&lt;br /&gt;If your heart has room for doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're neither in you're neither out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 1/2 it just won't do&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give me all of you&lt;br /&gt;Not asking too much of a heart that's true&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of the game that we are playing&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I think that we are winning&lt;br /&gt;Then you roll the dice take a slide&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the one from 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it gonna go on like this forever&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna to take that last step together&lt;br /&gt;Going round and round and up and down&lt;br /&gt;Feels just like snakes and ladders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't it feel like a carousel&lt;br /&gt;Where all the world is rushing by&lt;br /&gt;But when it stops you realize&lt;br /&gt;That you're right back where you started at&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more than that&lt;br /&gt;It time for us to face the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;That is the question so it seems&lt;br /&gt;We're going nowhere in between&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna play this game no more&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now for sure&lt;br /&gt;What am I giving my heart for&lt;br /&gt;Baby I need a little more&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on a string&lt;br /&gt;Now that I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when I play to win&lt;br /&gt;Snakes and ladders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus (2x)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalala) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take It All"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You want my love,&lt;br /&gt;take it all.&lt;br /&gt;You want to watch it all come off,&lt;br /&gt;take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now,&lt;br /&gt;show me how&lt;br /&gt;you can take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want my glove,&lt;br /&gt;are you enthralled?&lt;br /&gt;You want to see it slip away&lt;br /&gt;and watch it fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we know it´s your show&lt;br /&gt;so take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want the movement&lt;br /&gt;to see what the hips can do.&lt;br /&gt;Come watch the slikny girl,&lt;br /&gt;see how the pasties twirl&lt;br /&gt;to make your bells all ring&lt;br /&gt;fulfulling everything you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead,&lt;br /&gt;take it all.&lt;br /&gt;You want my soul,&lt;br /&gt;take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s time to leave,&lt;br /&gt;if I´m to live&lt;br /&gt;becase I have no more,&lt;br /&gt;there´s nothing left to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you rise,&lt;br /&gt;I watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;while I am standing with my back&lt;br /&gt;against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it´s your turn to finally learn,&lt;br /&gt;you had the world,&lt;br /&gt;you had your fling,&lt;br /&gt;you wanted more than everything,&lt;br /&gt;you got your wish,&lt;br /&gt;you got your prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take it right between your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;you grabbed for everything, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;but don´t you see that in the end&lt;br /&gt;there will be nothing left of me?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4835513317177023394?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4835513317177023394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4835513317177023394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4835513317177023394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4835513317177023394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-your-face.html' title='In Your Face'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6700868620174321995</id><published>2010-05-25T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:34:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Him</title><content type='html'>I got to take my 13 year old nephew to a Christian concert Sunday night. As soon as we got there, he ditched me to go stand up front with the other teens. And it turned out that was okay, because I spent the entire time at the show crying and worshiping God, who is like a ROCK in my life right now... the only thing carrying me. I hope my nephew was impacted the same way.&lt;br /&gt;So here are a couple of songs that really resonated in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sd6U5ci_uB8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sd6U5ci_uB8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0aMpWWJpGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0aMpWWJpGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6700868620174321995?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6700868620174321995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6700868620174321995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6700868620174321995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6700868620174321995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowing-him.html' title='Knowing Him'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-752315091095758083</id><published>2010-05-20T23:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:26:17.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Wednesday Night Post</title><content type='html'>I forgot yesterday was Tuesday. It was my only day off in a 10 day stretch. I really SHOULD have been thinking about the 2fer, but alas... I had other things on my mind. So, since its not Tuesday, but I don't like to skip a week, I am going to do something zany. Experimental, really. I usually email the 2fer to a long list of lucky individuals, so they don't have to come to the blog. I wonder if anyone, when no email arrives on Tuesday, actually gets curious enough to come looking for it? If you come to my blog regularly on Tuesdays OR you just swung by to see if I was still alive and kickin' - please leave a comment, so I know someone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsXhQfIZD2c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsXhQfIZD2c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KCg_QEHtkY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KCg_QEHtkY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-752315091095758083?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/752315091095758083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=752315091095758083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/752315091095758083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/752315091095758083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret-wednesday-night-post.html' title='Secret Wednesday Night Post'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1107348507216253237</id><published>2010-05-11T10:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:13:09.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Pitch</title><content type='html'>There are times when high pitched voices are really annoying, but there are also times when you just feel like a tiny little thing that could only possibly sing in a squeaky falsetto if indeed you had a song to sing. That is the sound of Amanda Jo Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Lily Allen's whiny, high pitch can also be obnoxious, but she does a sweet little rendition of one of my favorite Blondie songs. I like that she doesn't try to sound like Blondie. She just sings the song and makes it her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYUDYIUMqb0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYUDYIUMqb0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqfPFKHKT9g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqfPFKHKT9g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1107348507216253237?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1107348507216253237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1107348507216253237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1107348507216253237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1107348507216253237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/high-pitch.html' title='High Pitch'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1563408095756508957</id><published>2010-05-04T20:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:49:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to Trust</title><content type='html'>I got to go see a great band last Thursday, and it is tradition for me to post songs of the bands I go to see. So here is a little live performance by Needtobreathe. They are so choice.&lt;br /&gt;And the second song is one that has been going through my head a lot lately. Its in Hebrew, but Elisheva Shomron sings like an angel - or Joni Mitchell. Anyway, this song is pretty much just Psalm 23:27 put to music. And its encouraging me as I'm going through the hardest time of my entire life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AH4rC4oPfoU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AH4rC4oPfoU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44721099c3a037e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44721099c3a037e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1310378D13F1608C1036AFA1BDFDCBCF99B5F832.2D9DD0EAA4CEBE618F3AB4B176437CD7F1C46712%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44721099c3a037e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvfIxqJUspENY5ioNr1RPXXpJ-2I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44721099c3a037e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1310378D13F1608C1036AFA1BDFDCBCF99B5F832.2D9DD0EAA4CEBE618F3AB4B176437CD7F1C46712%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44721099c3a037e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvfIxqJUspENY5ioNr1RPXXpJ-2I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In your ocean I'm ankle deep,&lt;br /&gt; I feel the waves crashing on my feet;&lt;br /&gt; It's like I know where I need to be&lt;br /&gt; But I can't figure out,&lt;br /&gt; I can't figure out&lt;br /&gt; Just how much air I will need to breathe&lt;br /&gt; When your wave washes over me,&lt;br /&gt; There's only one way to figure out&lt;br /&gt; Will you let me drown?&lt;br /&gt; Will you let me drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey now, this is my desire&lt;br /&gt; Consume me like a fire&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I just want&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful to touch me&lt;br /&gt; I know that I'm in reach&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I am down on my knees&lt;br /&gt; And waiting for&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; Oh-oh... something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the water is rising quick,&lt;br /&gt; And for years I was scared of it.&lt;br /&gt; We can't be sure when it will subside&lt;br /&gt; So I won't leave your side,&lt;br /&gt; No, I can't leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey now, this is my desire&lt;br /&gt; Consume me like a fire&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I just want&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful to touch me&lt;br /&gt; I know that I'm in reach&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I am down on my knees&lt;br /&gt; And waiting for&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; Oh-oh... something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt; Oh-oh... something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In a daydream&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't live like this&lt;br /&gt; I wouldn't stop until I found something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; But when I wake up&lt;br /&gt; And all I want, I have&lt;br /&gt; You know it's still all I need - something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey now, this is my desire&lt;br /&gt; Consume me like a fire&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I just want&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful to touch me&lt;br /&gt; I know that I'm in reach&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I am down on my knees&lt;br /&gt; And waiting for&lt;br /&gt; Something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; Oh-oh... something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt; Oh-oh... something beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaveh El Adonai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lule, Lule hemanti lirot&lt;br /&gt;Lirot b'tuv Adonai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lule, Lule hemanti lirot&lt;br /&gt; Lirot b'tuv Adonai&lt;br /&gt;B'eretz, b'eretz chaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaveh El Adonai&lt;br /&gt;chazach v'ametz libecha&lt;br /&gt;Kaveh El Adonai&lt;br /&gt;B'eretz b'ertez chaim&lt;br /&gt;Kaveh, Kaveh El Adonai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I would have fainted if I had not  believed I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. &lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Trust, trust in the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1563408095756508957?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1563408095756508957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1563408095756508957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1563408095756508957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1563408095756508957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-to-trust.html' title='Need to Trust'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-6277286623828897277</id><published>2010-04-27T09:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:04:23.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back</title><content type='html'>I'm climbing back into the saddle my friends. I will end up on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2sF_pJ6ft8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2sF_pJ6ft8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GoQp00ikjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GoQp00ikjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Loves You by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you lost your love,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's you she's thinking of&lt;br /&gt;And she told me what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that can't be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know you should be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said you hurt her so&lt;br /&gt;She almost lost her mind.&lt;br /&gt;But now she said she knows&lt;br /&gt;You're not the hurting kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that can't be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know you should be glad. Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you should be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's up to you,&lt;br /&gt;I think it's only fair,&lt;br /&gt;Pride can hurt you, too,&lt;br /&gt;Apologize to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that can't be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she loves you&lt;br /&gt;And you know you should be glad. 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll take you down by the river where the catfish play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bat around, baby, gonna kick all day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No need to wander, no need to roam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You've got a full meal cookin', honey, here at home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So appreciate a dedicated baby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause boy you are a lucky man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Say I'm confused,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Say I'm perplexed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One fella told me I was Over sexed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't you believe it cause it just ain't true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know its just that I've got a little crush on you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So before you turn your back on me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To take a look at all the other fishes in the sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember plenty good woman is hard to find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and I'm the hoochie coochie lovey dovin' kind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So appreciate a dedicated baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause boy you are a lucky man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you know you're gonna drive her wild&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you never again may smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listen to me, hear my song&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she's afraid I'm gonna lead her little boy wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's aroun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you know you're gonna drive her wild.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, don't call me honey when your mother's around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you know you're gonna weep and wail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's around,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you're gonna land us both in jail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll never know why she don't dig me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she says I'm leading a minor to delinquency Oh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you know you're gonna drive her wild.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, baby stop winkin' cross the supper table,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm afraid your papa's gonna see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, baby stop winkin' cross the supper table&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;or he'll know you got eyes for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you put em up-tighter every time we touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;they just don't dig it I should love you so much, Oh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't call me honey when your mother's around or&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you know you're gonna drive her wild!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember 97 men in this here town&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;would give a half a grand in silver just to follow me down, yeah,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so appreciate a dedicated&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;baby, cause boy you are a lucky man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yeah, yeah, cause boy you are a lucky man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I said cause boy you are a lucky man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-6277286623828897277?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6277286623828897277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=6277286623828897277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6277286623828897277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/6277286623828897277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-back.html' title='Come Back'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-558940646408637927</id><published>2010-02-02T11:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:41:05.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Separation</title><content type='html'>Another week went by already? I'm still in a fog of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muecvUXTMmQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/muecvUXTMmQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo-Yw-7C95E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo-Yw-7C95E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-558940646408637927?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/558940646408637927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=558940646408637927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/558940646408637927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/558940646408637927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-separation.html' title='Sorry Separation'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5753829110644124718</id><published>2010-01-26T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:51:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2895516/i_wonder.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_2895516"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2895516/i_wonder/"&gt;I Wonder&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Click here for this week’s top video clips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNLYTY2G1sw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNLYTY2G1sw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5753829110644124718?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5753829110644124718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5753829110644124718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5753829110644124718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5753829110644124718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-tuesday.html' title='Blue Tuesday'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-2147649063649916235</id><published>2010-01-20T09:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:35:25.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Traditional</title><content type='html'>I am NOT slacking. I know this is the second time in a month that I've sent out the 2fer on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, but there was a big storm yesterday and I couldn't get my internet to cooperate with me video-wise. &lt;div&gt;I'm sending out some rockin' instrumental music that is done with traditional instruments. Yoshida Brothers may sound familiar to you because their song, Kodo, is the console song on Wii. But they're music is so good and such a great idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In looking for something to go with them, I searched for bodhran players, didgeridoo players, congo players.... whatever traditional instruments that people are still picking up and rocking out on. But for some reason I was struck by what this guy is doing with "A Single Thread" although it looks like there are actually two strings on his ancient Tuvan folk instrument, and those are made up of multiple threads like a violin bow. I liked all of his songs and some of them show a lot more skill, but this one was the most "fun", so it got my pick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7.5pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RERXiliJfdI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RERXiliJfdI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7.5pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vr4Fu0-sKMM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vr4Fu0-sKMM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-2147649063649916235?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2147649063649916235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=2147649063649916235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2147649063649916235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/2147649063649916235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/twisted-traditional.html' title='Twisted Traditional'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4367037492503035823</id><published>2010-01-12T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:30:50.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Appearances</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever sent Matisyahu for a 2fer, have I? Well, even if I have, I know I haven't done this song and certainly not this performance on Letterman, which was lovely. And Tilly and the Wall is always better when experienced visually as well as aurally (?). Anywaysies... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_quJIy7Q-4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_quJIy7Q-4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgA-dJ9imVk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgA-dJ9imVk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day&lt;br /&gt;By Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lay under the moon&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm breathin'&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray don't take me soon&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am here for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in my tears I drown&lt;br /&gt;But I never let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;So when negativity surrounds&lt;br /&gt;I know someday it'll all turn around because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I been waitin' for&lt;br /&gt;I been prayin' for, for the people to say&lt;br /&gt;That we don't want to fight no more&lt;br /&gt;They'll be no more wars&lt;br /&gt;And our children will play, one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about win or lose 'cause we all lose&lt;br /&gt;When they feed on the souls of the innocent blood&lt;br /&gt;Drenched pavement keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;Though the waters stay ragin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this life you may lose your way&lt;br /&gt;It might drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it phase you, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in my tears I drown&lt;br /&gt;But I never let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;So when negativity surrounds&lt;br /&gt;I know someday it'll all turn around because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I been waitin' for&lt;br /&gt;I been prayin' for, for the people to say&lt;br /&gt;That we don't want to fight no more&lt;br /&gt;They'll be no more wars&lt;br /&gt;And our children will play, one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this all will change&lt;br /&gt;Treat people the same&lt;br /&gt;Stop with the violence down with the hate&lt;br /&gt;One day we'll all be free and proud&lt;br /&gt;To be under the same sun&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of freedom like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Education &lt;br /&gt;By Tilly and the Wall&lt;br /&gt;oh, pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;you found it hard to really find out what felt right&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be a pretty girl, you'd humped at night&lt;br /&gt;the streets, your urgency to bleed&lt;br /&gt;you bruised up both your knees&lt;br /&gt;while rifling through women’s jeans&lt;br /&gt;cause the attraction’s always high&lt;br /&gt;sparkling, a sparkled fight&lt;br /&gt;the grittiest of crimes, your clothes are ruined&lt;br /&gt;you’re running in the wild,&lt;br /&gt;a horse carrying a child&lt;br /&gt;you got your kite so high, I think you flew it&lt;br /&gt;I know it, I think you knew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it’s all bad education&lt;br /&gt;feeling fine, I’m feeling patient&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys and full frustration&lt;br /&gt;st. valentine, I think I taste it&lt;br /&gt;tugging at the seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;I’m jumping out the saddle&lt;br /&gt;I’m shuffling my feet around&lt;br /&gt;I’m kneeling at the steeple&lt;br /&gt;when will my heart teeter, tatter?&lt;br /&gt;I‘m a believer, I’m solid matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;you turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off&lt;br /&gt;that’s how it is, that’s how it was&lt;br /&gt;you searched it all so well, underwater in a bell&lt;br /&gt;you smeared on coral lips while checking off a checked off list&lt;br /&gt;situations never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride&lt;br /&gt;you’re playing with the craziest locomotive&lt;br /&gt;you broke your fingers in the climb&lt;br /&gt;scuffed up all your pretty shine&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got your air so thin&lt;br /&gt;I think you blew it, did I blow it?&lt;br /&gt;you fell into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it’s all bad education&lt;br /&gt;feeling fine, I’m feeling patient&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys and full frustration&lt;br /&gt;st. valentine, I think I taste it&lt;br /&gt;tugging at the seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;I’m jumping out the saddle&lt;br /&gt;I’m shuffling my feet around&lt;br /&gt;I’m kneeling at the steeple&lt;br /&gt;when will my heart teeter, tatter?&lt;br /&gt;I’m a believer, I’m solid matter&lt;br /&gt;hey, I think I faked it, oh did I fake it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy your lips look good when you fake it&lt;br /&gt;hey, I think I made it, oh did I make it?&lt;br /&gt;you tried so hard, boy, you better make it&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll take it, oh, should I take it?&lt;br /&gt;oh, pretty girl, I don’t think you can take it&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate it, oh, do I hate it?&lt;br /&gt;I taste it, I taste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it’s all bad education&lt;br /&gt;feeling fine, I’m feeling patient&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys and full frustration&lt;br /&gt;st. valentine, I think I taste it&lt;br /&gt;tugging at the seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;I’m jumping out the saddle&lt;br /&gt;I’m shuffling my feet around&lt;br /&gt;I’m kneeling at the steeple&lt;br /&gt;I’m tugging at the seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;I’m jumping out the saddle&lt;br /&gt;I’m shuffling my feet around&lt;br /&gt;I’m kneeling at the steeple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it in your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4367037492503035823?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4367037492503035823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4367037492503035823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4367037492503035823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4367037492503035823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/guest-appearances.html' title='Guest Appearances'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-5799913205370900629</id><published>2010-01-06T09:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:17:33.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short, Curly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S0S3lDp9MEI/AAAAAAAABBI/fwlroNAQ0HM/s1600-h/Tasha%27s+Do+(2)%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661698525245506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S0S3lDp9MEI/AAAAAAAABBI/fwlroNAQ0HM/s200/Tasha%27s+Do+(2)%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its not Tuesday, but these songs were supposed to go out yesterday when I got back from the salon. I just got too busy and forgot. My hair is fabulous. Jarnli said so, and she NEVER says that about short hair. But when someone looks like Rizzo AND Patsy Cline, you have to admit its pretty fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb2oXxvvfMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb2oXxvvfMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4ueLKGIs4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4ueLKGIs4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Cigarettes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Patsy Cline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cigarettes in an ashtray,&lt;br /&gt;My love and I in a small cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Then a stranger came along,&lt;br /&gt;And everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's three cigarettes in the ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her take him from me,&lt;br /&gt;And his love is no longer my own.&lt;br /&gt;Now they are gone, and I sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;And watch one cigarette burn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her take him from me,&lt;br /&gt;And his love is no longer my own.&lt;br /&gt;Now they are gone, and I sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;And watch one cigarette burn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are Worse Things I could Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Stockard Channing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things I could do,&lt;br /&gt;than go with a boy or two&lt;br /&gt;Even though the neighborhood thinks&lt;br /&gt;I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true,&lt;br /&gt;but there are worse things I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could flirt with all the guys,&lt;br /&gt;smile at them and bat my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Press against them when we dance,&lt;br /&gt;make them think they stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;and then refuse to see it through,&lt;br /&gt;that's the thing I'd never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stay home every night&lt;br /&gt;Wait around for Mr. Right,&lt;br /&gt;take cold showers everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and throw my life away,&lt;br /&gt;on a dream that won't come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hurt someone like me,&lt;br /&gt;out of spite or jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;I don't steal and I don't lie,&lt;br /&gt;but I can feel&lt;br /&gt;and I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll bet you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;but to cry in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;that's the worse thing I could do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-5799913205370900629?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5799913205370900629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=5799913205370900629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5799913205370900629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/5799913205370900629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-curly.html' title='Short, Curly'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S0S3lDp9MEI/AAAAAAAABBI/fwlroNAQ0HM/s72-c/Tasha%27s+Do+(2)%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1367960032742001932</id><published>2009-12-29T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:17:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss My</title><content type='html'>Jarnli's boss, Jason, turned us on to Grits - a Christian rap duo that we should have been listening to all along. They're so dope I can barely cope, yo. But their name, Grits (which by the way, stands for Grammatical Revolution in the Spirit) reminded me of a favorite song from WuTang's RZA. This song always reminds me of "Crooklyn", which is my favorite Spike Lee joint ever. So, although I doubt they run in the same circles, I think they probably appreciate each other's talents, and they are definitely go-together-able. Peace out to 2009, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCsyJ6n7AZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCsyJ6n7AZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snX7sYS7HAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/snX7sYS7HAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They All Fall Down&lt;br /&gt;By Grits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood curdling truth&lt;br /&gt;Working the word as proof&lt;br /&gt;Besides mine the guidelines of righteous paths taken&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous speaking&lt;br /&gt;Fresh out the kitchen and never switching from the homegrown&lt;br /&gt;Hole it down like the ozone&lt;br /&gt;This is for the playa playa&lt;br /&gt;Make ya holla holla&lt;br /&gt;The kid with no morals sell his mama for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've compiled this alongside with bone&lt;br /&gt;So you can file this under for the opposing a nihilist&lt;br /&gt;Doubt what you know nothing about reactionary&lt;br /&gt;Belief in the scripture's fulfillment are contrary to popular belief&lt;br /&gt;Hellbound in a basket&lt;br /&gt;Sucking on their teeth&lt;br /&gt;Wound up in a casket&lt;br /&gt;At close, you froze&lt;br /&gt;Already chose the doors you go trough&lt;br /&gt;The life you chose to lead&lt;br /&gt;Determines the place you go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the naked, untrained eye&lt;br /&gt;Who can't see time fly by&lt;br /&gt;Revolving on a carousel&lt;br /&gt;Living life like a modern day fairytale...&lt;br /&gt;Slow mo', urgent message gets a no-go&lt;br /&gt;What fo'&lt;br /&gt;Can't nobody tell you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lovey dovey&lt;br /&gt;Till your plans fall through...&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down&lt;br /&gt;They all fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay it down flat&lt;br /&gt;The ins and outs of this business&lt;br /&gt;Oral with my morals&lt;br /&gt;Things I say seem pretentious&lt;br /&gt;Show change&lt;br /&gt;I ain't deranged to be looked upon strange&lt;br /&gt;Like the dames in the verbs joint (shoot, we the factors)&lt;br /&gt;You ain't know neah&lt;br /&gt;Rally all my troops in GI Joe gear&lt;br /&gt;Arsenals and weapons abundant&lt;br /&gt;Stop me if I sound redundant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound redundant&lt;br /&gt;Man please appease me&lt;br /&gt;Repeat yourself&lt;br /&gt;Most folks scared of the truth&lt;br /&gt;Living lies&lt;br /&gt;Fooling themselves and everyone surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Deception of perception&lt;br /&gt;Blind to what self did deep down&lt;br /&gt;Deep down beyond the black hole of the soul in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surrounded by the darkness of the hearts of mens&lt;br /&gt;Plots for spots to roll rovers&lt;br /&gt;Controlling blocks and lots on top where I was charted to be&lt;br /&gt;But failing to see truth behind the lies of eyes handling G's&lt;br /&gt;They squeeze until my soul was unloaded&lt;br /&gt;Holding to nothing but folded bills&lt;br /&gt;Concealed like weapons looking to kill&lt;br /&gt;My mind filled with thrills and pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Life could offer&lt;br /&gt;Walked amongst the dead&lt;br /&gt;Laid to rest in a coffin&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnal destiny leading to my eternity&lt;br /&gt;Hourly concerning me, yet I wasn't yearned to be&lt;br /&gt;All of what His calling said to be and bred to be&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought it was all about me&lt;br /&gt;Took for granted what was handed by the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Invested all my time and effort building Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Appealing to my desires and lustful feelings&lt;br /&gt;Swearing I could make it by the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;Straight disgrace the face of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grits&lt;br /&gt;By RZA&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Allah Real]&lt;br /&gt;When I was small&lt;br /&gt;We had nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;We used to eat Grits, for dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was pain&lt;br /&gt;almost drive a man insane&lt;br /&gt;what we could find for&lt;br /&gt;to survive another day&lt;br /&gt;but I said nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RZA]&lt;br /&gt;An old killa bee once hummed me a tune&lt;br /&gt;Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon&lt;br /&gt;Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon&lt;br /&gt;Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it's time to eat"&lt;br /&gt;Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet&lt;br /&gt;One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine&lt;br /&gt;A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin'&lt;br /&gt;Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravy&lt;br /&gt;used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby&lt;br /&gt;Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes&lt;br /&gt;Big silver pot, boilin' water, salt in it&lt;br /&gt;House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missin'&lt;br /&gt;Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook x0.5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Masta Killa]&lt;br /&gt;Young shorties in my hood started hustlin'&lt;br /&gt;Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate&lt;br /&gt;Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit&lt;br /&gt;You walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya hand&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin, thinkin' of a masterplan&lt;br /&gt;Your Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got&lt;br /&gt;So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon cock&lt;br /&gt;And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin'&lt;br /&gt;Morning star Reggie makin' go good with the Grits&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take it back for real&lt;br /&gt;when we used to build at ghetto big wheels&lt;br /&gt;with the shoppin' cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on&lt;br /&gt;Girls skippin' rope in the street&lt;br /&gt;the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet&lt;br /&gt;Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps&lt;br /&gt;Momma said it's gettin' late, and it's time to come eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1367960032742001932?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1367960032742001932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1367960032742001932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1367960032742001932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1367960032742001932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss-my.html' title='Kiss My'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-975557318606644127</id><published>2009-11-17T18:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:33:29.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy Endings</title><content type='html'>Enjoy these pessimistic takes on the traditional princess stories. If you haven't ever read Anne Sexton's princess poetry it's worth your time, too. (I couldn't find a video of her reading any of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgfFCFzXYTc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgfFCFzXYTc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsIeWBMKuDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsIeWBMKuDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilie Autumn – Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;I n a courtyard&lt;br /&gt;Used to sing as loud as she could&lt;br /&gt;Locked away here&lt;br /&gt;She's been quiet, lovely and good&lt;br /&gt;But no one listens now&lt;br /&gt;She lost her voice&lt;br /&gt;She had no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If you sing loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Someone passing by will surely hear you&lt;br /&gt;No you can't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want somebody near you&lt;br /&gt;If you sing loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Someone passing by will surely hear you&lt;br /&gt;No you can't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tore the curtain&lt;br /&gt;Put her hand outside of the frame&lt;br /&gt;Let her hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sat all day and nobody came&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;The stars came out&lt;br /&gt;She heard them shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;The stars came out&lt;br /&gt;She heard them shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus and Julia Stone – Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;for showing me things you never should&lt;br /&gt;show a young girl,&lt;br /&gt;In a cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life’s not a happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there is some,&lt;br /&gt;like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all would have been killed&lt;br /&gt;in the sound of music,&lt;br /&gt;they would have found out that&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio could never tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never would have made it to shore,&lt;br /&gt;the little mermaid. He would have married a whore&lt;br /&gt;from a wealthy family, after all he was royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella would have scrubbed those floors&lt;br /&gt;till her hands grew old and tired,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody would look away,&lt;br /&gt;that’s the way it goes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;for showing me things you never should&lt;br /&gt;show a young girl,&lt;br /&gt;In this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life’s not a happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there is some&lt;br /&gt;like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe other people too (x5)&lt;br /&gt;Like me and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-975557318606644127?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/975557318606644127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=975557318606644127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/975557318606644127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/975557318606644127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/unhappy-endings.html' title='Unhappy Endings'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-879711606839768840</id><published>2009-11-10T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:02:01.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>Over the years Sesame Street has had some awesome performances by some amazing artists. Today on their 40th anniversary, I chose a couple of my favorites. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DlGoVnk6gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DlGoVnk6gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzgfwk0Whyg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzgfwk0Whyg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-879711606839768840?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/879711606839768840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=879711606839768840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/879711606839768840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/879711606839768840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/sesame-street.html' title='Sesame Street'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-1605483428507322292</id><published>2009-11-03T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:49:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Damsels</title><content type='html'>This should have been last week's 2fer, but I was slackin'.&lt;br /&gt;Black Betty has been rendered beautifully by so many over the years, including Ministry, Meatloaf and many more. I believe it was written by Leadbelly, and most recently covered by Spiderbait. I never heard it until I heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1R1MDz3v0M&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Dane Cook's little joke &lt;/a&gt;about it, which was hillareous and then I googled it. I chose RamJam because, well, it scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as I saw this episode of FOTC I knew this was going to be the Halloween song this year. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R044sleOW6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R044sleOW6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Wj2p-baqGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Wj2p-baqGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Betty by Leadbelly&lt;br /&gt;Performed by RamJam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;BAM-BA-LAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Woman by Flight of the Conchords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is like silk, but your curdling my milk&lt;br /&gt;I know not of what ilk thou art&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman, woman demon&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;You sit on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Looking nice in your frock, but your scaring my livestock&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman, woman demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Your making me moan, turn my bone into stone&lt;br /&gt;And your taking me home, to meet your familiars&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you&lt;br /&gt;You cast your spell&lt;br /&gt;Very well&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman, woman demon (Synthesized Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;You cut puppies toes off, pull an animal's nose off&lt;br /&gt;How'd you magic my clothes off?&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to your room, make me howl at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Make me pray to the temple of womb&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman, woman demon&lt;br /&gt;Your breasts are balls of flame&lt;br /&gt;And I'm burning my hands, playing these ball games&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman&lt;br /&gt;Demon woman, woman demon&lt;br /&gt;How woman, wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;How woman, wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;How woman, wow wow wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-1605483428507322292?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1605483428507322292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=1605483428507322292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1605483428507322292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/1605483428507322292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-damsels.html' title='Dark Damsels'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4895408201419989882</id><published>2009-10-13T09:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:18:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Landing</title><content type='html'>Last week we took a trip to the moon for Augie's kindergarten lesson on M is for Moon. We had a blast as our tent transformed into a rocketship and we discovered life on the Moon. I don't know what those NASA bumblers have been doing all these years. We found bugs, plants and even some edible slime within minutes of landing. We crash landed so we had to do a blind re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere. But we landed safely, pretty close to shore. &lt;a href="http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2009/10/augies-moon-trip.html"&gt;Enjoy a slideshow &lt;/a&gt;and our favorite space songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd1UvR0JsKc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd1UvR0JsKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJ25csvQ-IY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJ25csvQ-IY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronauts&lt;br /&gt;by Priscilla Ahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago&lt;br /&gt;when the astronauts discovered&lt;br /&gt;That us down below&lt;br /&gt;are living on a little rock with no place to go&lt;br /&gt;So much that they'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy&lt;br /&gt;They just want to be back at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant sees&lt;br /&gt;The dangers of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;The birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;Are home and they know&lt;br /&gt;Which way they fly&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew how to fly&lt;br /&gt;The moment they got me to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish in the see&lt;br /&gt;Have many things to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Well what could they be?&lt;br /&gt;I\'ll never know I had to go&lt;br /&gt;Because I don\'t associate with fish&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to roam&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy&lt;br /&gt;Looking to find me a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;By ELO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good old 1980s?&lt;br /&gt;When things were so uncomplicated?&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go back there again&lt;br /&gt;And everything could be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a ticket to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving here any day soon&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i've got a ticket to the moon&lt;br /&gt;But i'd rather see the sunrise in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be rising high above the earth so soon&lt;br /&gt;And the tears i cry might turn into the rain&lt;br /&gt;That gently falls upon your window&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)&lt;br /&gt;Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)&lt;br /&gt;Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly through a troubled sky&lt;br /&gt;Up to a new world shining bright, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying high above&lt;br /&gt;Soaring madly through the mysteries that come&lt;br /&gt;Wondering sadly if the ways that led me here&lt;br /&gt;Could turn around and i would see you there&lt;br /&gt;Standing there (and i would see you there, waiting...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Flight leaves here today from satellite two&lt;br /&gt;As the minutes go by, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;I paid the fare, what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;It's just one way (only one way)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4895408201419989882?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4895408201419989882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4895408201419989882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4895408201419989882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4895408201419989882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-landing.html' title='Moon Landing'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914216772396157922.post-4105925509338457782</id><published>2009-10-06T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:29:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whip It!</title><content type='html'>Yes, once again it is movie soundtrack time. I saw Whip It with my sister Anika and two of my nieces last night. Loved it. Best part? Soundtrack. I really wanted to post Sheena is a Punk Rocker, because I've been singing it for weeks so I was very perky when I heard it in the movie. But then I heard Tilly and the Wall and got even more excited. I have also been wanting to send this song out for a long time. But then I came home and looked up sweet little Landon Pigg from Tennessee who was Ellen Page's love interest in the movie, and he is a musician. I like the music he played in the movie better - he was sort of a young Mick Jagger, I thought. But his real life music is sweet and lovely and deserves a little playtime. So you get him for sure. Then there was a Beastie Boys song but I can't put my finger on it and it isn't listed in the soundtrack. I really would rather send that song out, but it will have to wait for another time while I do some investigation. And since I've already sent out Tilly &amp; the Wall and you should all be in love with them already, I'll send the Raveonettes this time. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v56570877&amp;vid=2079912&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/56570877%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=v56570877&amp;vid=2079912&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/56570877%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/2079912/v56570877"&gt;Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com" &gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:194805" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=vid%3D194805%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A194805%26startUri={startUri}" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/raveonettes/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;The Raveonettes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down &lt;br /&gt;I want to come too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me quite like you do &lt;br /&gt;Through all of the shadowy corners of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much &lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much &lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm shining too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;Because I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know you I'd rather not know&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much &lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the while&lt;br /&gt;All of the while&lt;br /&gt;All of the while it was you, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Sound&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of falling love &lt;br /&gt;As I wonder where you are &lt;br /&gt;Hits the ground with a dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Know you ain't got far &lt;br /&gt;Too stupid and sissy like &lt;br /&gt;To say that you want out&lt;br /&gt;You make the eyes of a million girls &lt;br /&gt;And think you'll make them shout &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;I used to take you on every time&lt;br /&gt;That sparkle turned to black &lt;br /&gt;I used to drag you through my streets &lt;br /&gt;When you came crawling back &lt;br /&gt;Your cheap words that you bought on sale &lt;br /&gt;Won't help you through tonight &lt;br /&gt;You make the eyes of a million girls &lt;br /&gt;And think that's what they like &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound&lt;br /&gt; Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;And now you go through a million girls&lt;br /&gt;And try to pick what's right &lt;br /&gt;When nightfall comes and you're still alone &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it deep inside &lt;br /&gt;It's oh so cold on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts can turn you down &lt;br /&gt;You make the eyes of a million girls &lt;br /&gt;But I see no girl around &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound &lt;br /&gt;Dead sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914216772396157922-4105925509338457782?l=tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4105925509338457782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1914216772396157922&amp;postID=4105925509338457782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4105925509338457782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914216772396157922/posts/default/4105925509338457782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashas2fertuesdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/whip-it.html' title='Whip It!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
