Do Fun Stuff

I like to do fun stuff. Nugget likes to do fun stuff. We all like to do fun stuff.

We prefer to do fun stuff to music.

Killer music. Stellar music. Groove-tastic, awesome, radical music.

What makes our hearts have more fun is when that music is for a cause.

Today (and everyday after, like for reals, for reals) this music we’re getting jiggy with is for a cause with a cause for commotion. Smith Magenis Syndrome, or SMS. There’s no cure, but there’s work to be done to explore the management options for those suffering and the loved ones who give everything to help there sweets. Ryan Marshall from Pacing The Panic Room has worked diligently with artists to create a magic disc of happy that helps. And boy does it ever help in so many ways.

A soundtrack for the kiddos to get their crazy bugs out. A record that makes it irresistible to tap your toes or bobble that smiling head of yours. 100% of the proceeds going to fund SMS research.

Get the details here on Ryan and Cole and precious LB’s journey to discovery and their subsequent goal of total domination. We bought a copy or two or three on iTunes and hope you will too.

So go on, pick your favorite here or there, but most importantly, get out there and #dofunstuff! Share it with the world, because we can all stand to have a bit of fun!!

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Voicemail Magic: Kelly from Everyday Childhood

It’s true what they say about me: I always have my Crackberry on me.

What’s pseudo true is the fact that most of the time everytime sometimes I cannot be bothered with a phone call. Mostly I think they say I don’t ever answer because they miss the soothing sound of my crackly, pre-pubescent, Nancy Boy voice…

Kelly is familiar with my pretendency to not ever answer my phone. But, to be fair, Kelly also calls at some pretty inopportune times. Times when I’m “dropping off pastrami babies” or wrangling Nugget or “showering”.

She’s so in touch with my voicemail that she has become creative with her style of messaging. (read: song)

Don’t believe me? Listen for yourself:

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Street League Skateboarding, why I’m a fan.

While I’m sure the MOTY award council are busy etching the latest statue to enter the ranks of its already outstanding predecessors, I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that a majority of the spectators for this particular honor, won’t necessarily agree with the academy. Not to mention, I’m losing room in my two existing ten-foot curios to house these damn things.

I believe that skateboarding is a sport.

Gasp!

Sneer!

Outrage!

I grew up in a city where the “cool stuff to do” department mirrors that of, oh say, Provo, UT. As in: there is nothing “cool” to do. That’s not to say that I, advocate for The Anti-Truancy Committee, ever skipped class to swoon over the lanky, but oh so groovy, tall boys as they whipped out drop-in after drop-in and, “Oh wow! He can so ollie like nobody’s business!”. Literally, that was the extent of ooh and aah that we, as dedicated lovers-of-skateboarding-boys, were able to ogle. Without a late night escape to the local mall parking lot where there were rails and steps and planters (oh my!), there were two, count ‘em, two places for us to go. One park was basically a giant empty swimming pool. The pros were that it was basically situated in the backyard of our high school and only a minute jaunt to the quik-e-mart where we could binge on 32oz of The Sweet Nectar of Life for a measly fifty cents. The con, when some killjoy decided that one day was going to be the day that he got stabby. And. Well. Stab somebody. The convenience fleeted as quickly as it had come.

Onto the next “skate park”. The next city over and you either had to cram seven adolescent bodies into the two-door Ford Fiesta of the only friend who owned a car, or have our moms drop us off. Um, yeah. About that. Usually we were crammed up in there with bony, awkward bodies and skate decks and whose trucks are up my whoa-hole?! Once we filed out of what seemed like a chipping yellow clown car, waded through the parents watching their child’s t-ball games on any one of the umpteen thousand baseball fields, log-rolled down a grassy knoll (or six) and made it to the oversized empty swimming pool, we got to wait our turn. Max capacity always reached and a moderator standing firmly at the gate. You know the kind of rent-a-cop who is three years older than you, tops, who is having a major superiority complex because HE MANS THE GATE AT THE “SKATE PARK” DAMNIT!

Fast forward through more swooning, making out with skater boys, declaring Avril’s tune “our anthem”, losing the flame of skateboarding desire, marrying music, getting pregnant, having a boy, and land us in the present. A present I’m proud to witness, where a certain Mr. Rob Dyrdek is resurrecting the sport of skateboarding to mainstream society with hit television shows, revolutionary foundation initiatives, and an infectious passion unmatched by many. He’s developed Street League Skateboarding, “created to reflect the power of true street skateboarding – arguably the most popular, evolved, and unique alternative to stick and ball sport”. And, if I may pull the “cool mom” card, I couldn’t stand to agree more. I’m definitely not cut out to be a little league mom and definitely don’t have the balls to be a MMA mom. Soccer I can do because I slice a mean orange. Soccer benefit: coordination. That coordination will carry over into the skill set that evolves when learning skate tricks and kick flipping.

I was beside myself to hear that the inaugural Street League Skateboarding competition would be held in Glendale, AZ. I was even more ecstatic to learn that the Rob Dyrdek Foundation and Street League Skateboarding will be donating the tour obstacles and funding (to the tune of $50,000) to the planning and construction of Phoenix’s own Safe Spot Skate Spot.

Now Nugget, if he knows what’s best for him so chooses, will have the perfect stage to hone his talents.

Tickets are still available for the Street League Skateboarding DC Pro Tour Fueled by Monster Energy stop in Glendale this Saturday, August 28 at Jobing.com Arena.

**I was not compensated in any way, shape, or form for this post by Rob Dyrdek, The Rod Dyrdek Foundation, Street League Skateboarding, DC Shoes, or Monster Energy Drink. All this gushing is my own. There. I said it. I’m gay for skateboarding and the happy, tingly things it brings. Nostalgia at its finest.

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Wordless Wednesday: Old Man Needs a Breathe Right Strip

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The journey to success.

The journey to success. Ah, what a marvelous journey it is. Ups and downs, wins and losses, a little here, a little there.

Now, I suspect you’re saying to yourself, “Self, is Jess about to take us on another ‘woe is me’ journey?” I say to yourself, “Self, shut up and buckle up, this may be a bumpy ride.”

Throughout the various stages of life, we all encounter the desire, nay the hunger, for success. Not only do we strive for this unequivocal greatness, we want to be the best at it. There are times we stand in front of the bathroom mirror, grab our sweet little mug of a face, and sternly proclaim, “Damnit woman! You’re going to do whatever it takes to get what you want.”

Let us not kid ourselves into thinking that success is a given. That it was quite possibly written into our cards as a fancy little package, tied up with ribbons, sprinkled with glitter, and is to be handed to us on the most silver of silver platters. Success is achieved, plain and simple. What we’re willing to sacrifice compromise do to obtain the Almighty Self-Assured Success in our chosen field of dreams, differs from one to the next…dramatically.

1. Hard work. I know some hard. workin’. womens. They grease up the elbows, roll up them jeans, and sweat at the brow to excel. There’s nothing to condemn in a person willing to achieve success the “old fashioned way".

2. Trade. Trade is my second favorite way of reaching personal goals. Good, clean, fair, trade. I need to achieve X and you need to obtain Y. I have greater access to Y and you have an in with X. Let’s grab coffee shall we?

3. The Bang. The you-have-what-I-want-and-I-have-a-lady-cave journey. I’ve witnessed this a ton in my music industry days and it is never, ever fun for the she-tunnel presenter. I mean, typically, it just so happens to be a female striving for success in an industry, working the whole male-anatomy-in-my-favor approach. To each their own, but, personally, I have rarely seen success from this particular approach…only crabs and/or Ghonnosyphillaids.

4. The Free Ride. Not to be confused with The Bang. (See that epic play on words?!) The Free Ride is where you offer a service you possess that will greatly benefit the other party in exchange for the empty promise of “when we’re able to”. I highly suggest never, ever, EVER, giving away your services, no matter what they may be, without instant reciprocation. That is sort of common sense right? I always see a lack, or inexistence, of credit in this case too. Someone of great value, does every step of legwork at the request of someone in need, and that seemingly helpless being acknowledges not a whisper of props for the person who assisted, if not fully attributed, their success.

5. The Intimidator. I’m sure all of us in the blogging world have, at one point or another, encountered some version of The Intimidator. That person who is so high, so mighty, so elite, that if you even *think* about trying to progress beyond their glory… While highly effective (read: I wouldn’t touch lunatics like this with a ten-foot pole wrapped in barbed wire), this type of scare tactic, leaves you both recognized and feared. I, personally, can’t manage a wink of sleep knowing that there may be someone, somewhere, that is upset at or terrified of me. Me? Little old, down-for-the-chuckle me?! Nah!

In essence, success is success, no matter the means of achievement.

The reality? True success is honestly earned and infinitely deserved.

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I went to BlogHer and all I got was this stupid iPad.

Not to mention the inability to recall what a "lazy Sunday morning" is meant to look like.

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BlogHer10 Recap

It’s taking me a little while to compile my recap of BlogHer ‘10 in NYC. There just seems to be something about having more inside jokes than share-with-the-masses adventures. Fear not, my little minions, there will be sharing aplenty in the near future.

Snapping back into reality blows a little bit.

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Photo courtesy of Undomestic Diva.

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Cinematic Food Glory

Seems to be a running trend in the dining establishment choices among those in our group.

Good movies equal good food. Smart.

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The Hootenanny of Saints

Day one and a half. Pickle beer at Katz Deli.

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Wordless Wednesday: So Puffy

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