Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Blogger Lip Sync--want to join in?!

This is an open call to anybody who thinks this would be fun, because, well, life is supposed to be fun!

Two Christmases ago, we made an awesome blogger lip sync (it was around the time of "Call Me Maybe," which is how we got the idea) and it was a hit. Someone recommended TLC's No Scrubs (I think it may have been Tamara?) for our next blogger lip sync video, and sure enough, it was similarly stellar

We've talked about doing a third one, but no song has every felt worthy enough...until T.Swift's "Shake It Off" was released. It's catchy, fun, and you can't not dance when you hear it. So, we're doing another blogger lip sync, this time to Shake It Off

Want to join? Here's what I need from you:

1. Record yourself lip syncing/dancing/being silly to her song. You can find the lyrics here, or you can just say the last word in each line five times, but you have to have fun. (If you record with you cell phone, make sure to have it in landscape!)

2. HAVE FUN while doing it. Use your best friend, fiance, new baby, or puppy. Grab props, make faces, shake your booty. It doesn't matter, just enjoy it! 

3. Save it and Dropbox it (it's free) or .zip file it my way via email (sarah laurie lake at gmail, no spaces). 

[Optional 4th step: If you have a part of your video you particularly dislike but like the rest, let me know and I'll make sure to not include that part. Similarly, if you have a part that you love, let me know so I can be sure to add it.]

And that's it! The only caveat? You have to send it to me by Sunday, August 31st by noon Central time.

You in? 

Monday, August 25, 2014

Song lyrics I can totally get behind

After writing my last blog post (which was kind of negative, although I meant it to be more thought provoking!), I realized I needed a good post to balance it out! Thus, I present to you: song lyrics I love. 

Ludacris's Get Back: It's the knick-knack paddy-whack, still drivin' Cadillacs. It's like he didn't know what else rhymed with Cadillac, so he busted out some elementary school rhymes.

Weird Al's Word Crimes (okay, lots of Weird Al songs, but this is my current favorite line): It's quite apparent, your grammar's errant, you're incoherent. Genius rhymes.

Five's Slam Dunk (Da Funk): Rockin' the extracurricula', ladies love particula', fellas who knock the meter get the boom shake regula'. I don't even know what this means but it's my favorite Five line of all time. I also dare you to watch this video and not giggle the whole way through.

Michael Jackson's Wanna Be Startin' Somethin': You're a buffet, you're a vegetable. No commentary is needed, but man, I could watch this dude dance all day.

Now that we've griped about song lyrics that make us cringe, let's chat about the good stuff! What are some of your favorite song lyrics? Leave a comment and tell me!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Song lyrics I can't get behind

Do you ever listen to songs you used to love when you were growing up and realize that you couldn't believe a) your parents let you listen to it, and b) that you had no clue what they were really saying?

Case in point, the Shirelles' "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow."

In case you don't know this song, it's basically about a woman who is debating sex with a dude and wants to know that he'll still be into her the next day ("Is this a lasting treasure or a moment's pleasure?").

Thank gosh the message was toned down (and a good reminder: don't make inappropriate sexual choices with men who may not actually love you tomorrow).

But, it got me thinking: I'm terrified for how songs will shape my future children. (Let's all forget for two seconds that I love Sisqo and Ginuwine, and I turned out okay. At least thus far.)

More evidence: Justin Timberlake. Since I went to his concert, I've been on a kick lately where all his upbeat songs are on my running playlist. I'm a fan, of course, but I kind of miss blonde-tipped-denim-wearin' Justin.

The first line of this song (TKO) is "Baby, everyday you're training to get the dog, that's why your body's crazy." Really, that's why I liked it--it was great motivation while running. But the background guy (Timbaland, of course) says, pretty much the whole time, "She kill me with that coochie-coo."


Ugh. I can't even handle it. And I'm slightly worried about my blog's search terms.

Now I can't stop listening to every song and thinking about what's really being said. Izzy's Fancy ("And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it."). Jason DeRulo's Wiggle ("You know what to do with that big fat butt."). Meghan Trainor's All About That Bass ("My mama she told me don't worry about your size, she says boys like a little more booty to hold at night." --although I appreciate the good body image idea). And that's just what I could think of in the last few minutes.

Are there any songs whose lyrics made you think twice?

Thursday, August 7, 2014

It's like you're my mirror [Texas!]

Tuesday night, I was invited to go to the San Antonio Justin Timberlake concert with Mark along with his sister and brother-in-law who flew in from SLC (another reason why you should stay friends with your exes, folks). [What's up, Texas?!*] Mark's sister Jenni is 32 weeks pregnant and flew into the 100+ degree heat to see him for the third time this year, so needless to say she loves JT more than Jaden Smith loves himself. [Texas!]

Justin came on 30 minutes earlier than scheduled (and since I'm an old lady, I did not mind. Texas!). The first 10-ish songs or so were upbeat, so JT danced literally the whole time. It was quite impressive and he can move it, but from where we were sitting, he kind of looked like Macklemore with his haircut [Texas!]. 

Not only does Justin Timberlake have the Macklemore thing going on, he also reminds me of my brother. Okay, more like SNL JT than has-really-good-dance-moves JT, but close enough that I can't possibly even see him as a sex symbol even when he's hip thrusting the audience [Texas!].

[Note to readers: I told my brother this and he said something like, "But not the denim JT, right?"]

The first 25 minutes of the 2.5hr set (and well done, Mr. Stamina, for making it seem like you weren't tired even though sweat was dripping off your face [Texas!]), JT danced, sung, and said, "How y'all doing tonight?!" at least fourteen times. ("How y'all doing in the back?! Yeaaah, how are y'all over on this side?") 

At one point, he was wearing a shirt with lightning print on it that from where we were sitting looked so much like my brother's old Nine Inch Nails shirt that I couldn't stop giggling at how if JT was my brother, I'd slap him upside the head for telling a 12yo happy birthday and then cursing immediately after. Role model, dude. [Texas!]

There was another awkward point where JT said, "I'm in the city of the world champions, San An-ton-io! [Texas!]" and then everybody cheered and someone started a Go Spurs Go chant. For those who aren't San Antonians or have never seen a Spurs game, the chant is "Go Spurs go! Go Spurs go!" We're very inventive [Texas!]. Anyway, JT was all about it...except he didn't realize there was a second "go" as part of the chant, and he was trying to egg us on with "What?!"s. It ended up sounding like, "Go Spurs [what?] go go! [what?] spurs go! [what?]." Not your best moves, JT. 

All in all, it was actually a pretty rockin' concert [Texas!]. I like JT's music, plus Mark, Jenni, and Ryan were good company (and even 32 weeks pregnant, Jenni has dance moves better than 99% of people I know). It also solidified how good of a performer Justin is (even though he sung zero 'N SYNC songs and said "Texas!" more times than I could count), and how insane it is that someone can dance for a solid 2.5 hours while simultaneously singing and winking at the ladies. I was impressed.

My favorite part was after the concert, when sweet pregnant Jenni literally chased down a Tennessee Kid (JT's backup band) to get a photo. This girl is dedicated.

Have you ever seen JT live?! What did you think?

*I wanted to make it clear to any musical celebrities that are reading my blog that your fans will cheer for you the whole damn night, you don't have to shout out where you are every other line. I wish this was an overestimation of the number of times JT screamed out "Texas!," but it's not even close.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Three years and counting

If you've been living under a rock (or don't see our Twitter exchanges), you would probably be surprised to know that my bestie is a Waco-born, Dallas-Cowboys-lover-from-birth Texan named Paul. If you know either of us, this information is not a surprise at all. (In fact, one of our mutual friends recently called us two peas in a weird-ass pod. I'm pretty sure it was a compliment.)

Anyway, my bestie-with-testes turned the big 3-1 this weekend, and since he has never gotten a proper blog tribute, I figured it'd be the perfect time to celebrate my favorite man.

He's also one of the funniest people I know, so if you don't know him, you're missing out! Proof from his blog:

We've shared three years of birthdays together, starting out with me insisting that Paul had to actually celebrate. He eventually gave in, starting the bestie trend of my bossiness and his willingness to comply to get me to shut up. #blessed

Here's us (err, him) grabbing Mexican food to celebrate his 29th birthday:

Last year, we decided to skip dinner and head straight for fro-yo to celebrate Paul's 30th. I refuse to call it a "Dirty Thirty" because I think it sounds gross, but let's just say there were sprinkles abound. I'm pretty sure this birthday celebration is one of my favorite Paul memories. 

This year wasn't as good as the last two because we couldn't spend it together (I should've been bossier and insisted he fly down to Texas), but I got a nice Skype conversation with TPH for a solid two hours while we talked about the Holocaust, football, and Dos Equis. We're weird.

Anyway, if you haven't already, go wish Mr. Hagan a happy 31st birthday and tell him how dashing he still looks in his old age.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

The saddest, funniest thing you've seen today

Sadie's a sweet big sister. When I was that little, I think my brother just hoped I wouldn't follow him around everywhere. Didn't work.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Wednesday reminder

Just a reminder on Wednesday that your whole house is great; you can do anything good! 

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Better than anyone.