I can win regular, not Pyramid and it’s pissing me off and taking up every second of the day when I probably ought to be working. Damn you Game! And you too Mother Nature.

Dear Zoe,

I wanted to wish you a very public good luck on your National Water Polo team training this weekend in California. It was so hard to watch you walk on the plane this morning and not be with you. I know you’re 12 going on 27 and have all your friends and chaperones with you and are more mature than your dad and brother put together, but nothing compares to mom being close by when you need her. Right?

Anyways, have a blast, wear sunblock, eat and drink as much as you can, sleep, no boys, not even thinking about them or looking at them, and don’t pee in the pool. I miss you already. Please charge your phone so I can text you all weekend, to the point that you are annoyed. I could not have asked for a more perfect shild. You are amazing in every way and you have worked so hard for this. I’ll be thinking about you every second. Do your best, swim hard and fast and don’t intimidated by the bigger girls. You’re a shark! You’re my future Olympian and your dad and I couldn’t be more proud of you for making it this far. Good luck baby, and have fun!

Thanks so much to everyone who helped with your fundraising making it possible for you to go on this trip- and a huge thanks to Concert Dave from Sunday morning’s Dawn of the Dead show for the $400 he graciously donated.

Zoe- best of luck. I love you. I miss you. Kill it down there!

Mom

The first time I posted this gem, they removed it because of some lame copywrite law (I should maybe brush up on that law) so let’s see how long this one stays up. There are clean versions on youtube but they aren’t nearly as funny or as Amy, so I searched long and hard til I found the good one. You’re welcome.

This would be me if I were a hot, blond teacher, according to those I work with. Or used to.

*LANGUAGE WARNING. USE OF VERY BAD WORDS THAT SOME MIGHT FIND OFFENSIVE, INCLUDING THOSE WITH NO SENSE OF HUMOR.*

The world did not end on Saturday, May 21st, leaving the man who predicted it would — 89-year-old California preacher Harold Camping – “mystified” and “a little bewildered.”

Don’t expect Camping to issue a statement about why his prediction failed. According to Tom Evans, a board member of Camping’s Family Radio International, he’s laying low at his home in Oakland, California and has no plans to speak about the matter today.

Evans, however, thinks that an apology is due and he wants the Family International Radio Board and Camping to meet tomorrow to figure out what move to take next.

SOURCE: ABC News

17- solitaire games- zero wins
1- lie from Alicia who tried to tell me she won
1- KGON’sider facebook page created so I can post on KGON facebook
0- friend requests will be accepted
0- beers had at lunch on Macadams patio
1- lie from me about the above comment
2- meetings total
97- total facebook conversations
0- reports or plans back to JB
15- at least! People who told me they love my dress today. I feel pretty, oh so pretty.
4- minutes until I find my way to the next patio for the next frosty cold Coors Light

In an earlier blog, I was talking about Daltry’s tour of “Tommy” in the UK and trying to figure out a way to afford a trip to see the show, and then the news came that he was coming to Portland! My wish came true! One of many wishes, but I’ll take it.

My infatuation with Roger Daltry started when I saw a poster in my favorite record store on Cannery Row called Odyssey Records. It was one of those great old vinyl vaults with lots of posters, black lights, incense, oils, rolling papers, and R. Crumb art that would disturb most parents at the time. It was a haven for me. I could spend HOURS in there, inhaling that sweet smoky perfume, listening intently to everything that was selected for in-store play, wondering if I would ever dare to buy that great poster of Dennis Hopper from “Easy Rider” flipping off the camera, and trying to be way cooler than I actually was. The poster of The Who featured Townshend in the front, but I was drawn to that blue-eyed lead singer.

Fast forward to the summer of 1970 when the film chronicle of “Woodstock” came to the Steinbeck Theater, also located on Cannery Row. The performance of The Who was something that lived in my dreams for years to come. Roger wearing that fringed jacket with no shirt and ripped abs…oh the things I would dream for years to come. 

Fast forward again to my first job in Eugene and the release of the album “Ride a Rock Horse,”  his solo album.  The cover alone was enough for me.  Good thing I liked the songs too.  I played it a lot at KFMY.  Then came the move to  Portland, Oregon, home of the Memorial Coliseum, where I would finally see The Who live in concert!  It’s ironic that I lived in the city where The Who played that legendary set at Monterey Pop and I didn’t see them until I moved to Oregon.  Ah well, it all worked out.  I’ve seen them several times now, and yes, even when Keith Moon was still with us.  I’ll never forget the wake at Gloria’s house after we heard the news of his death.  We were devastated. 

I’m glad they carried on through the years and that my son got to see them at the Rose Garden Arena last time they performed here in Portland.  I won’t miss a Who show.  Love them.  A lot.  And I’ve never met any member of The Who.    It’s time. 

My friend Nancy Walton actually had the coolest experience of working with Roger Daltrey when he was doing a showl for The History Channel called “Extreme History with Roger Daltrey” in Montana.  She told me some great stories about what a great “man’s man” he is.  He even gave her the recipe for his favorite potato soup, which she sent out in that year’s Christmas letter.  I still have it in a place of honor in the kitchen. 

I hope he is open to meeting with industry types backstage at the show this October.  I hope I wouldn’t say anything stupid, but I can’t guarantee that.  He’s such a hero to me, and just keeps getting better with age.  Rock on Roger.  See you in October, even if it is just from the seats at the Rose Garden Arena.

So far today:

0 facebook reports to JB
1 meeting
2 Starbucks runs
3 games of Pyramid Solitaire- no wins
17 conversations about facebook

Shaping up to be a great day.

While I truly appreciate your enthusiasm, excitement and leadership concerning  our facebook pages, I am afraid I may not be able to have that bullet-pointed 2 page Marketing Manager plan to you as soon as you’d hoped.

First, I am FAR too busy trying to beat Pyramid Solitaire, a game lodged within our loyalty listener clubs (i.e KGON Workforce, FAN Club, etc), a game clearly designed with no winning outcome, evil and illegal I am assuming. I find it repulsive that we as a credible radio company would allow this particular game, which OBVIOUSLY is impossible to beat, on our station websites. I demand it be made winnable, cheatable, or removed immediately.

Second, since my daughter scraped her toe yesterday, badly, and had to skip water polo which could possibly impede her Olympic goals, my son had to one-up her and pretend to break his thumb today at school, calling me from the nurses office to rush him immediately to the emergency room for surgery, which I did, being the amazing mother that I am. Turns out it was a bruise. Gotta say it was better than the time he lied about “biting his tongue” on the playground which, after a doctor visit, turned into a tragic “I was playing basketball after lunch with a corndog stick in my mouth and got it jammed down into the soft spot at the back of my mouth.” Not sure how he thought he’d get away with that lie. The apple doesn’t fall far, I guess.

Anyways, I am working hard on beating Pyramid Solitaire, trying to keep my children $30 co-pay free, posting videos about heartbreak and Steven Tyler and American Idol on my blog, and working on our facebook pages and the report you requested. As you said today, I am a facebook badass. I even emailed that to Mr. Burns, who doesn’t really care as long as I remain calm, don’t swear too much, and actually show up for work. I promise you, JB, under your tutelage, I will be a facebook BADASS! Expect my report and plan as soon as I beat Pyramid Solitaire.

Best,
Amy

To beat Pyramid Solitaire. Someone, PLEASE for the love of the sweet BJ, teach me the trick! It’s so much easier playing with a real deck of cards because I can cheat. Not so much on the falsified computer game. What kind of company creates a game that can’t be won and then expects people like me to do anything other than try and beat it. All day. It’s a wonder I still have a job. Really, it is. No really.

In the words of the delicious (deliciously creepy yet oddly attractive) Steven Tyler at the end of the song posted below, my only choice is to “let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go….”

Damn you Pyramid Solitaire!

PS-  I can’t wait for Idol tomorrow night!

To win Pyramid Solitaire. I will update you all at the end of the day how many times I played and LOST as it is an UN-WINNABLE game and therefore evil.

Also- Iris and I are having a music morning. She posted my man John Denver (RIP JD) introducing Argent back on a TV show before I was born. We are also all about American Idol and Steven Tyler, which lead me to post a video of a song I think we should play more often. Music Director Bonnie- please make that happen. Thanks.

I believe that I have karaoked this song on occasion, quite badly I’m sure. And as usual, the song is quite apropos in general.