<?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-8036672298323240134</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:20:10.333-08:00</updated><category term='KMFDM'/><category term='Lollapalooza 09'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='NIN'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='nashville pussy'/><category term='Foxy'/><category term='rants'/><category term='self discovery'/><category term='music'/><category term='winter'/><category term='updates'/><category term='November'/><category term='Motorhead'/><category term='Reverend Horton Heat'/><category term='life'/><category term='Lollapalooza 08'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='facts'/><category term='Musink'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Lollapalooza 10'/><category term='Social Distortion'/><category term='health'/><category term='work'/><category term='#bliteotw #bliteotw10'/><title type='text'>Rantings in G Minor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsingminor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036672298323240134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsingminor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GirlSixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00894238061161911103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJCXI2tKKmk/SQKgx6QkgOI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKW6CMNoLe4/S220/Photo+77.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036672298323240134.post-2788813143034403965</id><published>2011-05-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:31:26.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's time to take a different approach...</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's time to be honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had battles with my weight most of my life. There was only one time in my life where my perseverance was paying off, I was losing weight the right way. It was back in 2002. I was not deterred from going to the gym, working out, eating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hit a plateau at around the beginning of 2003. It still didn't stop me. I kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad got sick, and passed, and for some reason, all of my emotions got in the way of everything else. I let everything  get in the way of ME. Year after year, the same thing... some emotional thing would affect me, some health thing, and I would stall or make excuses. NO MORE EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days, I have been noticing more aches and pains than I normally have. I actually caught myself, moving and reacting like my mom was twords the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP CALL... I'm headed for an early grave if I do not do anything NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be starting a second blog. Not sure of the name yet, But I will do (hopefully) daily updates on how I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I looking for the magic pill to take off the rest of my weight. I will not be doing weight-loss surgery. I'm going to do it the way I need to do it. Exercise and watching what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing link that I didn't do before, I'm going to work out on the inside as well. It's time to build up my esteem, how I think about myself. MY WANTS, MY NEEDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the new blog set up I will link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.... and it's time for me to start training and going through it, not watching it pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say wish me luck, but that would indicate that I don't believe in myself. But now, I actually DO believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk Hard!&lt;br /&gt;G6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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It was a bit persistent and I made an appointment to see my doctor. I never had a problem going to visit my doctor before, and I was due for a checkup so I was not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Honestly I was expecting her to say, you pulled a muscle, take some tylenol and suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time was different. She examined me, and asked me questions, which ended up leading me to have an ultrasound, just to make sure I was not having something like kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had ultrasounds many times, and they never bothered me. This time was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call a couple of days later, "It seems you have a few cysts showing up, I want you to come in for a different ultrasound to get a better look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie, I wasnt worried, she assured me that I really didnt have anything to worry about, but it was better to get a view of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the next ultrasound, this one way more invasive. To the point that I felt like I should have gotten dinner from the radiologist first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed, I have ovarian cysts. Still I was not worried, it is a very common thing in women my age. They usually go away on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come back for another ultrasound in 3 months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on about 4 times. Cysts appeared, and disappeared, on both ovaries. But one cyst just didn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the times I was having these "check-in's" I went through A LOT. I lost my mother, went through other trials, with friends, with people more than friends, with work, with family. Life was purely stress, and these cysts were honestly at the last of the long list of things to worry about. Honestly, I simply thought of them, as the little reminder of my lower back and now lower front pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I went for my 4th ultrasound appointment. I got the call a couple of days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its time you go see a specialist, this needs to get taken care of"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would hear those words, and I still was not fearful. I am 34 years old, relatively healthy, and going through something that many women my age go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my specialist, she looked at all of my films, all of the reports. She examined me, and made me feel as comfortable as possible. She truly is one of the best and most professional doctors I have ever met, and I am so glad she is my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She discussed with me the possibilities of what these cysts may be. And assured me, that very very rarely would a cyst such as what was not going away was cancer. I had no worries at all. Just to be safe and to rule out the worst, she had me take a CA-125 screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came back that my levels were elevated, which can be an indicator of cancer, but also, this screening is not the best, and there are many factors that can go on with a patient to give false positives or elevated levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have yet another ultrasound, this one a doppler, which measures blood flow among other things. It was then that a second large cyst was discovered. It had not been picked up on any of the other ultrasounds that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call came the following Wednesday, this past Wednesday to be exact. "I am going to talk to the surgeon to discuss what I am seeing in this doppler, Im pretty confident that these are benign cysts, but there is a strong chance that they have damaged your ovary, and it may have to be removed along with the cysts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I actually begin to slightly worry. Having children is one of the most important things that I have ever wanted to do, and I have not yet had the chance to experience that joy.&lt;br /&gt;She assured me, that I will still be able to have kids, and I believe her, and I know one day I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that the surgeon would give me a call tomorrow to discuss what steps come next.&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, the next morning (yesterday), I got the call. "I am concerned about the cysts that are appearing on your ovary, and adding to my concern is the levels that your CA-125 screening are at. Please make an appointment with me for early next week so I can examine you and we can get everything set up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what cards are being dealt for me, but no matter what, I am going to stay positive. I will remain unflappable. No matter what is dealt to me, I will handle it. With strength and grace, its how my mother taught me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I plan on listening to my favorite songs, I will walk my dog, I will see friends, I will laugh and I will live. And I will continue to do that for as long as I can after this weekend, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience that I am going through has taught me a valuable lesson. I always tried to not take life for granted, to not take the little things for granted, but for some reason, it really has a different meaning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I actually met up with some great people and made some new friends from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bunch of great bands and was totally stoked to see SOCIAL DISTORTION for the first time in Chicago in about 3 years, but I will get back to their set in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday, I went to see the Drive By Truckers, which are ALWAYS a good time. Devo, which also was good, however I was a bit sad to see that the only song that most of the people watching their set knew was Whip It. Even more surprising was the number of songs from them that I actually knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was some Black Keys action, which I have seen a few times now. They are really a good set, however I really wish they would get back to their roots. One of the great original things about them was the amazing sound that would just come from the drums and guitar. Now that they have added so many to it, its just not the same, and honestly, not as special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the night for GAGA, and let me say, I really loved her show. There were times she rambled on a bit talking, and after a long hot day in the sun, I kinda wanted her to just shut up a bit and sing. She had numerous set and costume changes, and seriously was totally worth going to see. I had seen The Strokes before and had no problem making the decision to see GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, MY ASS WAS DRAGGING... so I showed up to the fest later than I anticipated. I started my day with Gogol Bordello, who I actually heard for the first time at Lolla 08. They are SO MUCH FUN LIVE. The music is described as Gypsy Punk, and I think it fits. They are totally high energy, and what I look for in a live performance is just that. You can not help but feel the music, get involved, and have LOTS of fun dancing and singing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being caught in the middle of the GOGOL PIT, I was a bit parched and hot, so I bee-lined over to the beer tent that was closest to the parkways stage, set to buy a beer and a couple bottles of water. I got up there, made my order, and then all of a sudden, a guy, who looks very much like MTVs Dan Cortese, tells the girl that was about to take my money that "he's got it" and that he knows me. He continues to wink, and says "I know you" and smiles. Me smiling back looks a bit confused, because I KNOW I would remember this guy if I knew him. I say, "You must be mistaken" to which he replies, "OH no, I know you, you tweet". I was dumbstruck, didn't know how to respond and now wish to find out who this guy was. If anyone has a clue, email me or comment on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gogol was AFI, they were fine, commercial, safe, and nothing unexpected. To be honest, my sites were set for the following performance, the return of SOCIAL DISTORTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love of this band is unchanged, but please allow me to say, that music festivals do not always allow for the energy that you normally would get from a certain band or song. I am very used to seeing SxDx in smallish venues. They were great at lolla, but due to the crowd, heat and fear of passing out, I actually kept my distance from the stage for this set. They sounded great, however I prefer the energy I get from them when I see them at a place like the congress, or HOB. THANKFULLY on Oct. 20th I will be seeing them at the Riviera, and I CANNOT WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SxDx's set, I hung around for Slightly Stoopid who is currently touring with Cypress Hill. Great Set, fun music, and if you aren't familiar with them, seriously... check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was GREEN DAY. This is a band I would honestly not spend money on the tickets for a concert on their own, but I do dig some of their tunes. Billie Joe was definitely a showman, and played to the crowd. However, there was a bit too much crowd interaction. They sounded great on the whole, and I really enjoyed their show, but seriously, I dont want to see you pull someone up on stage to sing longview, and not well. I would rather see GREEN DAY perform it. But on the whole it was a good show. The craziest thing about this show, was one of the people I met was actually brought up on stage and stage dived off after meeting Billie Joe and the band, and the pic of him doing so has been plastered all over lolla's &lt;a href="http://www.lollapalooza.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and other news websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three... I must be getting old, because I was seriously exhausted and didnt make it downtown until about 4:30. I checked out a few songs from a reunited Porno for Pyros (heh, was ok) then Verve Pipe, and ran to catch Erykah Badu. This set I dont know what to say about. First, she was late, about 20 minutes. THEN when she finally did perform, she only did parts of her songs, not full songs. I did enjoy her, but feel that I would have gotten more out of it had she done a few full songs than just a sampler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Wolfmother.... ROCK!!! great set, they are truly a decent festival band. Sound was great, energy was there. If you have a chance to see this band, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bands I was really looking forward to seeing was up next, CYPRESS HILL. This is a throwback to my High School days, and honestly, I HAD A BLAST SEEING THEM. Everybody was having a good time, singing/rapping along, dancing, it was SO MUCH FUN!!! B-Real and the boys have not lost it at all after all these years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the one, the only, reunited SOUNDGARDEN!!! I was sooo looking forward to this show. Ive seen Chris Cornell a number of times, and he always did some Soundgarden songs, and they ALWAYS sounded great. HOWEVER... there were many times through Soundgardens performance that I thought it sounded way off. It could be because of where I was watching them from, I have heard that the soundboard was F'd up from Wolfmothers set, among other things. I have also read reviews that the show was phenomenal (I had to wonder if the people saying this were watching the same show I did). There were some songs that sounded good, but I was really kinda let down by this one on the whole. To the point that I left at 9:15 (45 minutes before the end of their set).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a concert/fest that I originally was not going to go to, I am really glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW for the fun news... besides going to see Social D again in October, it seems that I may be hitting the airwaves soon in the fall. Stay tuned to the blog and my twitter posts to find out more. I wont be doing a podcast now because of this development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well keep it swingin' cats n kittens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk Hard&lt;br /&gt;G6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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FUNK DAT! Or Blogging Tourettes</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a ranting blog in a while... Peter Griffith had "what really grinds my gears" Louis Black has himself, then there are the Gods of all rants Denis Leary and Dennis Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things lately have been really irking the shit out of me... allow me to regale you with a few, just to cleanse my growing disgust with todays society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is probably gonna piss some people off, and I don't mean any disrespect to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... FUCK that. I'm saying what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is up with illegal aliens, who refuse to speak American english when in public. Listen, you are more than happy to take American money for jobs that people who were born here are now fighting for, that actually WANT the jobs, but can not get. You also enjoy the health care, the free education for your children who run wild through stores with no respect for anyone around them, but because you don't want people to listen to your conversation, you INSIST on speaking your native tongue LOUDLY. Oh yeah, and dont think I forgot about how it seems when you do pipe up in english, its usually to complain about what you haven't gotten for free from the TAX PAYERS OF AMERICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF...If you know someone has a problem with something, that is detrimental to their physical and mental well-being. DO NOT PLACATE AND ENABLE THAT PERSON TO CONTINUE WITH THAT PROBLEM. While your heart may be in the right place, saying NO once in a while will not kill you and may possibly SAVE THEM. When we are born, most of us are taught NO for a reason, not just because our parents would "say so" it was usually followed up by a damn good reason not to do something. Those of you with kids now, even those of your who don't have kids, obviously you don't want to be the bad guy to your kids or your friends or family, but you are doing what is best for them. Why wouldn't you protect the other people you care about in your life the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is up with people who walk like their shoes are stuck in quicksand or molasses during morning rush in the train station. Listen tourists, this applies to you. when you are downtown, in a train station during rush hour... and you see there is a virtual river of people around you moving in one direction, take my advice. MOVE TO A SIDE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE YOU HAVE TO GO. Don't just stop right in the middle of the river of people and make everyone stop behind you, cause you just aren't quite sure if you want that coffee from Corner Bakery, or you want to stuff your face with cookies from Mrs. Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the rush hour commuters... HEY TRAIN JAGOFFS... when someone has a very heavy bag and your dumb ass is taking up 3 friggin seats, MOVE YOUR SHIT SO SOMEONE CAN SIT DOWN. OH BY THE WAY, no one cares who you are on your crackberry or crackphone with, TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH SKID ROW... use your inside voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU... Girl working in a corporate office, I'm sure there is a dress code where you work, I know I have one where I work, and I am sure if all of the ladies I worked with decided to wear a sweater only that comes down to mid thigh, and no pants or skirt or bottom to speak of, there would be memo upon memo about how it is inappropriate unless we worked for Lady GaGa. Are you trying to advertise that you try to use your physicality to get ahead? While going to a bar or a club after work, it may be more appropriate, its not at the workplace. I think there is another profession that does that though. Pardon me while I try to remember what are they called?? Oh yea PROSTITUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, I don't by any means think I am more important than anyone else, and I try to be as respectful, mindful and courteous to everyone I encounter... but it truly amazes me how rare it is to find other people like that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on at length, but I really think this is enough for one night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk Hard!&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I had some nosh already and I think I may either go for a ride or go to the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy out here in the land of wind, big buildings and the voting dead. But that never stopped me from hitting the mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just go for a walk with the fox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was particularly restful for a change. Just chilled at home, and relaxed. It was very needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep going with the to-do list. I have a number of concerts I need to get my tickets for, one being NIN and the other being Motorhead with Reverend Horton Heat and Nashville Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Rev, and saw him last year with Nashville Pussy and Backyard Tire Fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the Rev, it truly is a must see. This man gives a high voltage performance every time he steps onto stage. With Nature Boy Jimbo slapping that stand-up bass by is side, the sound is swingin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville Pussy does NOT disappoint. If you want some good ole rock n roll with some stink of the south on it, YOU NEED TO SEE THIS BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have never seen Motorhead, and honestly, would never before go out of my way to go see them, but I'm glad I'm getting the chance to. I keep remembering from the movie Airheads "Lemmy is God" so I figure, why not right. Full review coming after this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in May NIN was here in Chicago (sans Jane's Addiction) on their NINJA tour. I unfortunately missed ticket sales, and had to miss the show. It was at Northerly Isle (which is one of the ONLY outside venues I actually like). I wanted to go SOOOOO bad, but the concert was run by Live Nation who has a new way to do tickets, which makes it a tad harder and a tad more expensive to get after sales tickets (aka from a broker or a scalper). And truth be told, I HATE getting tickets from a broker if I dont have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise yesterday, NIN is coming back to do an intimate show. Presale is going on in a week and you can bet your ass Ill be online refreshing as much as I can to get my ass to that show. Im not missing this one, because this will probably be the last time NIN is in Chicago for a very long time if not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to see NIN last year at Lollapalooza, and Reznor was just as I remembered him. Except now, he isnt some skinny guy, he cut his locks and the man is PUMPED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him on stage was something else. He did all the old favorites off of Pretty Hate Machine and Downward Spiral. He did my favorites Burn, and Gave Up, as well as some off of Year Zero and the Slip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this concert will leave me fulfilled. I do wonder if he will be here with Jane's though, considering, Jane's is playing Lollapalooza this year, and they do have the "NO SHOWS IN CHICAGO 2 months prior or post LOLLA if the band is performing in the festival"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so far 2009 has been a disappointment on the concert front. I did get to see Cornell up close and personal, and saw him in a full show at the Riv, but all in all, I lost Musink this year where Mr. Ness was supposed to be. I had Rev cancel out on 2 shows, and have yet to see when SxDx will be back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KMFDM will be back in their hometown in October, and I do have my tickets for that. I'm COMPLETELY jazzed for that. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"feel the hunger inside, don't lose your trust"&lt;/span&gt; Cannot wait for that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty catz n kittenz, thats enough for now. 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Out of pure luck I won 2 free passes to see Chris Cornell last night for an exclusive one night event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36311037@N04/3353932552/" title="DSCN1197 by GirlSixx_76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3353932552_7e61882bc6.jpg" alt="DSCN1197" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was checking my email Wednesday night, and at 10:30 I got an email from the Chris Cornell website, stating if I was one of the first 20 people to respond to the email I would win 2 free passes to see him perform on Friday the 13th. Much to my surprise I WON!! So, I asked my good friend Noel if he wanted to go with me, since he LOVES Chris Cornell so much, and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was at &lt;a href="http://architecturalartifacts.com/atriumevents/"&gt;Architectural Artifacts&lt;/a&gt;, on Ravenswood in Chicago. This place was TRULY beautiful, and for the first time I felt like I was a VIP. It had an open top shelf bar, people walking around with Hors d'oeuvres, awesome lighting, candles everywhere, it was Beautiful. I even decided last night, when I get married, this will be the place that the event takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at a little before 8 PM, and were let into the main area at about 8. There was a big mix of people all around, I hate to say it, some that didnt even know who Chris Cornell was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some looking around, and a couple of drinks, Noel and I settled in as close as we could to the intimate stage setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: Chris Cornell just released a new solo album "Scream" which was produced by Timbaland (oh yeah, he was there too last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36311037@N04/3353929910/" title="DSCN1196 by GirlSixx_76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3353929910_d6e43ff08e.jpg" alt="DSCN1196" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new effort by Chris Cornell is a big departure from what people know him from. His voice is still AMAZING, and the new album is more electronic than his Soundgarden and Audioslave days. In my opinion its also INCREDIBLY danceable. I really love it, YES its different, but its still that Essential Rock Voice, that I have loved since High School, and mixed with Timbaland's producing, its really great! You should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW back to the show.... YES I took some pics, and I also got a recording of the second of the 5 songs he did. It was an all acoustic set, which was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36311037@N04/3353937496/" title="DSCN1190 by GirlSixx_76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3353937496_6b79652b5d.jpg" alt="DSCN1190" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set list was:&lt;br /&gt;1) Long Gone (off the new CD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cant Change Me (off of Euphoria Morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ground Zero (off of the new CD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Scream (title track off of new CD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fell on Black Days (off of Superunknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see all the pics from last nights show, here is the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36311037@N04/sets/72157615180185161/detail/"&gt;PICS!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be here in Chicago on tour in April at the Riviera (yes I will be attending, I already have my tickets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your viewing AND listening pleasure, here is a little treat! 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I immediately picked her up, and held her on my chest, and the little thing, who couldnt have weighed more than 7 pounds, fell asleep on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on my couch with this little pup in my arms, and we both just fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was going to give her to an elderly neighbor who lived across the alley from us, so she had companionship. This lady was so sweet, and so alone, and even though my mom and myself took turns visiting with her, so she had some company every now and again, we wanted her to have a constant. Something she could take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pup was a sheppard/lab mix. Heavy on the sheppard. She followed me around no matter where I walked, wagging her tail, that formed into a perfect question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged to keep the pup for myself, but all of my begging and pleading was for not. The pup went to the ladys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I could still go visit her, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week went by, and I was still a little upset that I couldnt keep this cutest puppy ever for myself. I went to check on the woman, and the dog, and seemed that she had began to call the dog bubba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not pleased with this name. This was a cute little girl pup, not a BUBBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 went by, and it seemed that the pup still followed me everywhere when I went to visit, but really wasnt listening to the lady, I couldnt put my finger on it, but I sensed something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the third week, we got a call, "can you come take the dog back, I cant seem to take care of her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believe the lady's son who never ever visited but to bring her groceries once a week, made her give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I was allowed to get my pup, the little brown/black dog, that had a face like a fox. I called her Foxy Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a mischevious lil pup. Within the first month of me having her, she chewed through my keyboard wire, my powersupply wire for my mac tower, and killed any toy we got for her. BUT on the positive side, she housetrained quickly and happily. My dog NEVER messes in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would often take something that doesnt belong to her, to make us chase her. Anything to play, she LOVES to fetch, and wrestle, and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when shes done, all 65 pounds of her hops up onto your lap, and lays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves attention, she LOVES love, and is very protective of me, and her rawhides. DO NOT even think about reaching for her bone, she will nip at ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was getting ready for work, and the morning was pretty normal. Foxy went outside, ran in the yard, we played a little bit. I was about to leave for the day, wrapped up in my coat, scarves and earmuffs, with my backpack on my back, and I reached down, saying bye bye pup, and that was when she lunged at me. grabbing me in the left hand. I saw stars. I immediately went to my kitchen putting on the cold water to wash out the bite area. and I thought, oh she punctured me, I was bleeding pretty good. I didnt want to be late for work, and it really wasnt hurting so I wrapped it up in tissue, put my glove over it and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my train, and on the train I was curious, so I took my glove off and saw that the tissues that I was holding on my hand where i was bit was SOAKED with blood, it was then i really discovered, that it was not a small puncture wound, it was about an inch long rip, and it was deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the ER, they checked me out, and I actually had to file a report with the police, since it was a dog bite, and yes even though it was my own dog, I still had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my hand hurts now, but things should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly took fox to the vet today after work, and they had to by law, do a "rabies observation" even though she is up to date with all of her shots. SO the dog is on doggie house arrest for the next 10 days, which isnt that bad. I take her back for her final evaluation in 10 days, and then hopefully this nightmare will be behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW... onto finding a good dog trainer I can work with personally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxy is fine, I am fine, and things will be ALOT better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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Always marks changings in me, physically, emotionally, its strange. Im wanting to get ready for the holidays, but eh, not too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeking things out more, things to do, people to see, places to go. Ive never been shy about doing things on my own, and I suppose this is no different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going on my little adventures, finding different curious things. Meeting different people, people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concert calendar has quieted down ALOT since this summer, but I do believe it is about to start picking up again. &lt;a href="http://www.reverendhortonheat.com"&gt;Reverend Horton Heat&lt;/a&gt; is due here in Chicago in December, and I cannot wait to go, the Rev always puts on a great show, with his great rockabilly style, nature boy Jimbo and his Big Thumping Bass... mmmmm so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I did get an AMAZING newflash. The one the only &lt;a href="http://www.socialdistortion.com"&gt;Social Distortion&lt;/a&gt; is going to be back in Chicago. I just wish I knew when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be here with the convention &lt;a href="http://www.musink.com"&gt;Musink&lt;/a&gt; a music/tattoo festival started by &lt;a href="http://www.katvond.net/"&gt;Kat Von D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take Social D any way I can get them, Mike Ness specifically. We all know my love for that man, so I wont go back into it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Monday and Tuesday off of work this week, and will be celebrating my moms 63rd Birthday. For her gift, I got us Orchestra seats for Jersey Boys (for her, my sister and Cathy), took her to see Wicked last year for her birthday, and she had a great time. She had been peeping about going to see Jersey Boys (I think its because she dated one of the original seasons – before they were famous). Well, and the fact that her and my father LOVED that music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Side Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for your kind words, and thoughts when my uncle passed a few weeks ago, my family will be healing for a while, but things will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The podcast is coming, Im thinking it will all start up in January (being posted and starting for the listening public), in the meantime, I am getting shows together, running through Ideas, and even trying to work on some music for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrisystem is going good, dropping slowly, but healthfully, past couple of weeks were a struggle, nbut Im back on track, and in the mind set, so Im not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condo/townhouse search is going well, I really dont want to move in the winter, and the housing market is for shit (as well as all of the other markets). Im not liking the idea of getting a forclosure home, basically because more and more I have been hearing stories of previous owners messing with the house, to make it a living hell for the new owners.  (spiteful, and mean, but still happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im getting the photography bug again, 35mm style. Have to go back out like I used to. I love my cannon, and havent used it as much as I used to, prior to the digital cam revolution. There is something about FILM that just gives a certian mood, and feel to any photo, whether it be color or black and white. But anywhoo, I havent posted any pics on the blog of anything, and I really need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cats n kittens, im off to the gym now!! SOOO glad to be off on Monday and Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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This is a first for me, and a sign that I really need to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;5. If you don’t have 7 blog friends, or if someone else already took dibs, then tag some unsuspecting strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7 facts about Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1) Im actually in the process of creating my own podcast. It will mainly be about music, but other things will be peppered in throughout. I know alot of people who do podcast, and I suppose you could say they have inspired me. And since I am official music junkie, I figured why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2) I have never, ever, seen &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Wars"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/a&gt;all the way through, not because I dont want to, just because I have not made it through the movie. But that is one of my goals for this year, and Im sure I will get around to it sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3)I was originally supposed to be named Danielle, but apparently, a couple who lived across the street from my parents named their daughter Danielle first, and my mother did not want me to have the same name as anyone else that close to us (in proximity) I also was supposed to be named Lydia, but when my mother learned that there was a song by the &lt;a href="http://www.marx-brothers.org/"&gt;Marx Brothers&lt;/a&gt; about "Lydia the tattooed lady" she couldn't bear to imagine her youngest daughter being taunted because of that song. She decided to have my father name me. Little did she know then that I would end up being the only one of her 3 children to have tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;4) My favorite comfort food snack is whole grain saltine crackers with fresh honey. It is something that I had for the first time when I was 6 years old, when I was in school and learning about bees, beehives and how honey was made. Our teacher brought in a real honeycomb, and we tasted honey from the cone on crackers, I was hooked ever since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;5) I cannot crack my knuckles. No matter how hard I try I cannot do it, but for some reason, if anyone tries to crack my knuckles, they can easily. I can however crack my ankle at will, and it is loud enough that even when Im on the phone with someone, and I crack my ankle, the person on the other end of the line can hear me doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6) I am currently taking a belly dancing class (I cant believe I am admitting this on a blog) Ive only taken a couple of classes, but it is some of the best exercise ever!! That and I like the little jingle sound when I shake my hips. Its fun, and it actually makes me feel like a dancer, because we run through routines, bit by bit, and then do the whole lesson a couple of times before we break. I have 8 more classes to go, and I may even sign up for 10 more when the next 8 are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7) I love to cook, and make everything from scracth when I can. Some of my favorite things to make is my home made chicken parmesean, the red lobster cheddar biscuits, and I collect cook books, and love to try different recipies from each one when I can. Yet I currently eat Nutrisystem for breakfast lunch and dinner (it does work teehee!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I will not be posting tags to people I dont know, thats just mean. And not all of my friends blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but I will give it a go, I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Fran &lt;a href="http://thetwintornadosmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Twin Tornadoes' Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Noel &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/papispalace"&gt;Myspace Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Connie &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/connie1120"&gt;Myspace Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;OK, all done for now... Talk to you soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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