Ultra-Cool Martini Glasses

I told you last week about the fab glasses I got from the excellent xrlq -- Here's a picture of me having a drink (My hair is actually more blond than red)

I've been trying to post the pic for a half hour, you'll have to look at the link - my bad.

It Might As Well Be Spring

I've lately become a big fan of Bossa Nova, and I'm closing out the evening with Astrud Gilberto (the original Girl from Ipanema)

It Might As Well Be Spring
(1945) Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words I have never never heard,
From a man I've yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.

6,000

It looks like I'm going to 6,000 tonight.

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Who will it be?

Jack Nicholson Sings

Just got back from Something's Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. It was hillarious and completely fab. Stay til the very end or you'll miss Jack singing.




As Ella would sing

Somethings gotta give,

When an irresistible force such as you
Meets and old immovable object like me
You can bet as sure as you live
Something's gotta give, something's gotta give,
Something's gotta give.

When an irrepressible smile such as yours
Warms an old implacable heart such as mine
Don't say no because I insist.
Somewhere, somehow,
Someone's gonna be kissed.

So en garde who knows what the fates have in store
From their vast mysterious sky?
I'll try hard ignoring those lips I adore
But how long can anyone try?

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might,
Chances are some heavenly star spangled night
We'll find out as sure as we live
Something's gotta give, something's gotta give,
Something's gotta give.

Fight, fight, fight it with all of our might,
Chances are some heavenly star spangled night
We'll find out as sure as we live
Something's gotta give, something's gotta give,
Something's gotta give.
Something's gotta , something's gotta give

Schwarzenegger Christmas

Today I opened my mail and there was a beautiful Christmas ornament from the Governor! Wowie! It's etched crystal with the official Seal of the Governor of the State of California and the words Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver 2003 around the edge. I was hoping for a Christmas Card -- this is fantastic.

I usually get lots of political Christmas Cards. I've been a member of the state party for over 15 years, a delegate to the National Republican Convention and a donor. It's pretty obvious when people are using these lists for their cards, 'cuz sometimes I get cards from people I've never even heard of.

Christmas Eve



Silent Night

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth "

I ran into a couple of very cool links about Silent Night, the world's most popular song. translated into 64 languages!

Stille Nacht (GERMAN)

1. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Alles schläft; einsam wacht
Nur das traute hoch heilige Paar.
Holder Knab' im lockigten Haar,
|: Schlafe in himmlischer Ruh! :|

2. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht
Lieb' aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund'.
|: Jesus in deiner Geburt! :|

3. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Die der Welt Heil gebracht,
Aus des Himmels goldenen Höhn,
Uns der Gnaden Fülle läßt sehn,
|: Jesum in Menschengestalt! :|

4. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Wo sich heut alle Macht
Väterlicher Liebe ergoß,
Und als Bruder huldvoll umschloß
|: Jesus die Völker der Welt! :|

5. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Lange schon uns bedacht,
Als der Herr vom Grimme befreit
In der Väter urgrauer Zeit
|: Aller Welt Schonung verhieß! :|

6. Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Hirten erst kundgemacht
Durch der Engel Alleluja,
Tönt es laut bei Ferne und Nah:
|: "Jesus der Retter ist da!" :|

and for those of us who don't speak German ... here's how it should sound

STILLE NACHT
(Phonetic, to be read as English)
1. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nahcht!
Ah_lays shlayft; ine_sahm wahcht
Noor dahs trou_tay hi_lee_gay Paar.
Hole_dare Knahb' eem low_kig_ten Haar,
|: Shlah_fay in him_lish_air Roo! :|

2. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nacht!
Goat_es Sown, oh we lahcht
Leeb' ows die_nem get_leech_en Moond,
Dah oons shlaygt dee rett_en_day Shtoond'.
|: Yay_soos in die_ner Gay_boort! :|

3. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nacht!
Dee dare Velt Hile gay_brahcht,
Ows days Him_els gol_day_nen Heyn,
Oons dare Gnah_den Fillay lesst sayn,
|: Yay_soom in Men_shen_gay_stalt! :|

4. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nacht!
Woe seech height all_eh Mahcht
Fay_ter_lee_cher Leebay air_goss,
Oond als Broodair hoold_fall oom_shloss
|: Yay_sus dee Felker dair Velt! :|

5. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nacht!
Lahng_ey schown oons bay_dahcht,
Ols dare Hair fom Grim_may bay_fright
In dare Fay_ter oor_grau_er tzite
|: Oller Velt Show_nung fair_hees! :|

6. Shteal_lay Nahcht! Hi_lee_gay Nacht!
Here_ten airst koond_gay_mahcht
Doorch dare Ayng_el Alleluja,
Taynt eys lout bay Fair_nay oond naw:
|: "Yay_sus dare Retter eest dah!" :|

Cheerio

I just got the most fabulous ice-blue hammered martini glasses from my Secret Santa. So chic, so sophisticated. Why don't you come over for a lemon drop or a cosmopolitan? Ketel One Vodka, of course.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

by Hugh Martin/Ralph Blane

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on, our troubles will be miles away.

Here were are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Away in a Manger

Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head

The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes

I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray

Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there

Home For the Holidays

Oh, there’s no place like
Home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
For the holidays, you can’t beat
Home, sweet home



I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin’ for Pennsylvania
And some home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks a travelin’ down
To Dixie’s sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee
The traffic is terrific



Oh there's no place like home
For the holidays, ‘cause no matter
How far away you roam
If you want
To be happy in a million ways
For the holidays, you can’t beat
Home, sweet home