When I was young on the farm, my dad had pigs. The pig corral was one of my favorite corrals to play in (play with swine and what do you get?). Anyway...they were fascinating! In my make-believe world...the pigs were the town drunks. (All the animals on the farm represented certain things...e.g. the chickens were Germans...the cows were African...and the cats were Asian.) I don't know what nationality the pigs were...they were just drunk...so Irish perhaps? Hey, I'm part Irish (and part drunk) so I can say that!
My best friend Tobi and I would run through the corral and the pigs would chase us up onto the fence! We screamed and screamed. One day my mother heard us screaming and was certain we had fallen into the nearby ditch and were drowning! She ran out (with windex in hand) to save us. She was not too happy to see that we were just running from pigs! (Sorry Mom.)
So, now to hear these little piggies have caused the swine flu, perhaps the greatest pandemic in 41 years, is sad. I'm hearing they will stop calling it that so the pigs don't suffer. The Egyptians have already slaughtered a lot of these poor creatures! What about all that pork that could've fed the hungry?? I'll keep eating my bacon....as I don't know what to think. I've heard so many different things..."It is a pandemic - it is not that bad" , "Stay off trains and planes - live your life as normal". What???
So, when the woman sitting down the hall from me at my current job started hacking horribly, I was concerned. When I learned that she had just returned from a Mexican vacation....I was distraught! I am not usually one to get caught up in hype...but, the coincidence of her vacation and the cough was extremely disconcerting. So, I complained. She was forced to go to the doctor. Now, she's back with a doctor's note saying she's fine...and she's angry and demanding to know who complained! Well, guilty as charged! But, she ain't gettin' it out of me (I've heard this woman scream at people from down the hall)!
Not only do I not want her wrath...I still do not want her GERMS...no matter if her doctor says she has 'no' symptoms. What am I supposed to think when she's hacking (and frankly, anyone hacking that badly should STAY HOME...swine flu or bird flu or no flu) like crazy? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THAT!
So, good luck little piggy, piggies. I'll try to still find you fascinating. But, if I get it from her or anyone, or if it hits anyone I love...you better watch your porky butts!
hasta!
jojo
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Your 15 minutes is up...
I have ongoing discussions with my co-worker about singers...who we like and dislike. It's such a subjective art. As a singer myself...I am so uber opinionated, especially with females. I tend to be extra picky since I am also jealous of any sort of success...since I have not found my 15 minutes of fame yet.
But, I started bawling this morning...yes, bawling...when I heard the latest about little Miss Susan Boyle, the 'let's give her 15 minutes of fame' lassie from Scotland who found her fame and glory on British TV...and is a little homely. (Notice I did not say ugly...as there is nothing that a 15 minute make up session could not enhance). I do not think she is so fantastic as a singer and believe the only reason people are in such awe is because she is so homely (lazy), but that's another story and comment on our society that many have already writte about. But for now, the story that made me well-up with tears this morning on my treadmill was that now she is going to get to meet and possibly sing with her teen idol, Donny Osmond!
The story told how Donny was her favorite when she was younger and that she learned to sing from singing along with his music. Flasback to 1977...when Jo Dyan was 14 and madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. I too listened and patterned my voice after his! And what I wouldn't give to have a chance to do a duet with my Shaun (even though Shaun is not doing music and focuses on his telelvision production talents). My dream was to one day be interviwed by someone who would ask..."how did you develop your unique sound?"... to which I would answer..."Singing Da Doo Ron Ron!!"...
Yes, it makes me sad. Yes, it makes me cry. Yes, I'm jealous! Where's MY 15 minutes????
jojo
But, I started bawling this morning...yes, bawling...when I heard the latest about little Miss Susan Boyle, the 'let's give her 15 minutes of fame' lassie from Scotland who found her fame and glory on British TV...and is a little homely. (Notice I did not say ugly...as there is nothing that a 15 minute make up session could not enhance). I do not think she is so fantastic as a singer and believe the only reason people are in such awe is because she is so homely (lazy), but that's another story and comment on our society that many have already writte about. But for now, the story that made me well-up with tears this morning on my treadmill was that now she is going to get to meet and possibly sing with her teen idol, Donny Osmond!
The story told how Donny was her favorite when she was younger and that she learned to sing from singing along with his music. Flasback to 1977...when Jo Dyan was 14 and madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. I too listened and patterned my voice after his! And what I wouldn't give to have a chance to do a duet with my Shaun (even though Shaun is not doing music and focuses on his telelvision production talents). My dream was to one day be interviwed by someone who would ask..."how did you develop your unique sound?"... to which I would answer..."Singing Da Doo Ron Ron!!"...
Yes, it makes me sad. Yes, it makes me cry. Yes, I'm jealous! Where's MY 15 minutes????
jojo
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