Lunch

What did I have for lunch today you wonder? Well, let's see. A glass of soy milk, a banana, and a turkey breast sandwich, on wheat bread with mayo and MOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ATE MOLD!!!!! GREEN AND BLUE MOLD!!!!!! IT WAS A HORRIBLE SIGHT!!!!!!!!! MUNCHING HAPPILY ONE MINUTE (ALBEIT WONDERING WHAT THAT *NEW* TASTE WAS).. SPITTING EVERYTHING IN MY WHOLE THROAT OUT THE NEXT!!!!!!!!!

Raven

I have to tell you. I have done as you asked. I posted to Rachel that you would like to meet Paul McCartney through Pete, if possible.

PS. I think you are delusional.

Bex's Challenge

Ok, Bex has challenged her blog visitors "to do the *20 things about me* task". (Click the title of this post to go to her blog, or click~> Just Bex). So, here goes nuthin...

1) Uhmmm.. ::thinx:: I have no pets, not because I don't love them, but because the allergist said I cannot simultaneously breathe and own one.

2) I am NOT from Essex! (Grin)

3) I WAS blonde.. as a child.

4) My *worst job* was selling furnaces. (Over the phone).

5) My *second worse job* was washing old nuns. (Nurse's aide in a convent).

6) I may have the order of *worse jobs* mixed up.

7) I did both of those jobs working my way through college.

8) I now have an advanced degree.

9) It has brought me beyond nun washing and telemarketing.

10) It has done nothing to help me with typos or simple math computations.

11) I cannot add or subtract in my head to save my life.

12) I sometimes accidentially gyp waitresses due to 10 and 11.

13) I was once a cocktail waitress (nuther college gig) and often gyped myself (can't make change either, even working with *a bank*- that's a cup of your own money you make change from to avoid shortchanging the establishment- I gave away all my tips by mistake due to this terrible problem).

14) 13 didn't matter too much because I didn't actually get that many tips (I spilled alot of drinks on patrons).

15) I am in the Guinness Book of World Records under *Most Horrible Ex-Cocktail Waitress on Earth*.

16) The club owner loved me despite my shortcomings.

17) 15 is false, however, 16 is true.

18) I once told a perspective (nuther college) employer that I can type 65 words per minute.

19) I then had to admit when I hit that speed, it doesn't say anything.

20) He hired me anyway. (He said for comic relief).


Ok, I'm tagging anyone who visits and reads this to do the same. Comment and link me if you do.

How Did YOU Meet Rachel?

Having spent almost a year conversing with Rachel Fuller, online through email, her blog and this one, I began to wonder how everyone else at rachel F came to meet her. My story is as follows. I'd love to hear yours.

Last summer VH1 aired the program, *Kept*, featuring Jerry Hall along with a gaggle of young American guys who competed to be chosen as her *kept* man. In the process of elimination Jerry relied on expanded tete a tetes with several of her best girlfriends, among them Suzanne Wyman and Rachel Fuller, to help her decide just which man was worthy of winning the title. One show featured Jerry performing *Around This table*, by now a familiar title from Rachel's Cigarettes & Housework CD, to us RF fans. She was accompanied by Rachel and Pete. Their performance blew me away. Of course, I'd *known* Pete from my high school years. *Who* then didn't rock to the first rock opera, *Tommy*, from *Behind Blue (or otherwise) Eyes*?? But Rachel I'd never heard perform, and was just so taken by her piano performance, and especially her voice, I was positive she must have a CD. Out there. Somewhere. She did!

At that time I was posting to the VH1 Kept message boards and posted my thoughts about Rachel there. Others commented and before long Rachel herself appeared in my thread. To make a longer story short, she offered to send me her CD. I was rather skeptical it was truly her, and didn't want to post my snail mail address publically at the VH1 board, so I invited her to this blog to exchange information as to how I might contact her and send my mail/email addy to her privately. Lo and behold, it truly was Rachel that was speaking to me. She made her blog to post here (Black Velvet Lace: July 2005 , Blogger: Post a Comment) and a little while later began posting to her blog regularly. I contacted her through Eelpie and received her autograph and CD. The rest as they say is history.... and now you know the rest of my story...

Please tell me yours!

I'm back

I cannot sleep. My eyeballs itch too much. I came back to post something I'd thought of. And now I've forgotten what it was.

This is not good. And what will be worse is that I will go back to bed and THEN remember what it was I wanted to say.

::Sighs::

Goodnight.

Again.

Allergies

When am I ever going to learn that I cannot play with my hair, after spiking it with hot pink setting gel, and then rub my eyes???

::Gropes her itching eyed way to bed:::

And Speaking of Sisters...

... I've another one, *Aunt Ajan*, (she's the one who ratted on the first) who loves Aerosmith. She too once edged her way to the front of a stage, this one at an outdoor Aerosmith concert, in order to get an upfrontandpersonal kinda view. As it so turned out, there were many fans who pressed their way to the front, anxiously waiting for the band to appear. More than a few of them, having imbibed a lil too much, were removed backstage to a *medic tent* to *recover*. Despite the early hour, things were apparently not going so well in the medic tent; a bouncer appeared and announced the need for aid from any medical personnel in the audience. My sister's friend immediately announced, "I am a nurse!" She was. So the bouncer plucked her out of the crowd like a flower and proceeded to bring her backstage. My sister, realizing a golden opportunity was about to slip away, immediately announced, "I am a paramedic!" She was not. But the bouncer lifted her onto the stage to bring her backstage as well. A third accompanying friend, realizing she was about to be left alone amidst a sea of strangers, simply screamed, "Hey! I'm with them!!" And so the bouncer lifted her up onto the stage to bring her along with the nurse and the liar.

Backstage the trio wandered, under a tent littered with cots upon which imbibers moaned and languished, looking for the band. As the nurse feigned interest over the ill, the other two were eyeing all entrance roads in hopes of catching a glimpse of Tyler, or perhaps Perry. Or even a guitar string. When a staffer slowly passed my sister, turning to glance back at her out of the corner of his eye, Aunt Ajan quickly grabbed a medical chart sitting on the bottom of a cot and fumbled with it, mumbling something to the nurse about vital signs. Just as she was about to look legit, a big bus with covered windows pulled up behind the makeshift hospice. Flinging the chart, Aunt Ajan pointed and screamed, "There they are! There they are!!". The medical personnel all looked up. The staffers all looked up. The imbibers still conscious all looked up. And the aforementioned staffer, who had circled back around to linger a bit, looked up and then nonchalantly asked, "You're not a medic... are you?"

With shoudlers sagging, and nary a glimpse of the boys in the bus with the covered windows, my sister found herself escorted, with her friends, to the very back of the teeming crowd. And instead of a stage edge view, she was relegated to squinting at antlike figures, listening from afar. As she tells the story, it was a day of *almost* magic. The day she *almost* met Steve Tyler. Perhaps Aunt Ajan would have fared better if I'd drawn a portrait of Aerosmith instead of good ol' JT. But you know, I'll make no apologies, I'm really much more of a JT kinda girl. :)

The Last to Know

Do you know many years ago I drew a portrait of James Taylor, that my sister stole from me? Not only did I JUST FIND OUT where it actually went to, but I also JUST FOUND OUT she brought it to a JT concert and, having edged her way to the front of the stage, waved it like a flag to him as he was singing. (This was after she stole someone's empty front seat). Anyway, *Legend* has it Sweet Baby James gave her a nod, a thumbs up, and he then PROCEEDED TO AUTOGRAPH THE PORTRAIT. I FOUND ALL OF THIS OUT from another sister who prolly stole something else I haven't missed yet.

When I asked *Kia*, "How come you didn't tell me this great news?", she replied, "Because.. I was afraid you'd make me give it back!"

Sisters. Who else could get away with such atrocities?????

Rachel's Other Half

Pete Townshend has reopened his blog, *The Boy Who Heard Music*, in his words, "..to provide a direct line for people who want to give me feedback on the various projects I am working on in the coming year."

I have been amazed at the accessibility of this man *who* is known the world over for his musical genius as well as his literary talent. While he has never commented on my blog, he has commented directly to some of his fans on theirs. I would say, in this day and age, that is pretty kewl. Those interested to stop by and comment to Pete can click the link below. Tell 'em *Lace* sent ya! :)~

The Boy Who Heard Music