Q104 Radio is reporting that All American Rejects guitarist Mike Kennerty hit a photographer in the face during the concert last night in Cleveland. Frontman Tyson Ritter also reportedly broke a fan’s iPad as well. To read the statement from Q104, read below:
Douchebags.
That time work called me, asking if I could go in early. My patient at the time, just a little baby, had pulled out his NG tube. Mom and Dad couldn’t get it back in for anything, and they were getting a bit panicky. Could I do it?
Sure (no). I agreed to go in, and as I was driving, I was praying to God for help. Man, you gotta help me out here, I suck at putting in NG’s! Especially on angry, squirmy babies!
So I get to the house, mom is panicked. I scrub up, lube that NG to the max, and…
Get that fucker in on the first try! Like a Boss!
Mom thought I’d been sent from heaven. I never told her I wasn’t sure I could do it…lol
So it would seem my back pain is due in part to weak core muscles, causing one side of my hips to compensate for the other-
My body’s out of alignment. After 41 years of abuse, I believe it. It’s fixable. But I have “homework” from the Doc. I got special exercises to do.
One exercise is isolating and tensing a glute (yep, my bootie), and then lifting my leg off the floor (done from a prone position).
Sounds fine. But I can’t tense Any Other Muscles. No hamstrings, quads or calves. Just my butt. Try it. Fucking impossible! I don’t have to lift the leg high, just lift it using only my glute.
Can I just do some crunches or something? Oh no. I get the fun stuff. Just as long as we cure my back…
I guess.
Well, the day after and that 5K didn’t kill me. I’m stiff, but I met a chiropractor there who wants to see if we can fix my chronic back issue, so that’s cool.
I finished, so that’s a win. Didn’t lose any weight this week, but that really doesn’t matter. I’m down a jeans size and up a confidence size.
Next 5K is April 28th; The Drum Run. Benefits a school for “underprivileged kids” and helps them get new/updated gear for their high school drum line. And that’s a fine reason to walk another 3.1 miles.
I’d like to take this moment to thank all of my high school English teachers for instilling in me a crippling fear of writing papers that will stay with me always.
Of course now that I have an important essay to write for a scholarship application, I find myself terrified and avoiding it like the plague.
Yes, thank you all so very much for the emotional baggage. Cheers!
I was in Sephora shopping for makeup the other day, and the well meaning associate gave me a sample of eye cream (yes, we old ladies don’t like the wrinkles to show), telling me how to use it. Not on the undereye area? No, no. On the orbital bone area only….
I can’t take that seriously as her crow’s feet were waaaay more noticeable than mine, and although we were about the same age she definitely looked the older of the 2 of us.
Think I’ll stick with what’s been working for me, thanks…;-)
Ah yes, I remember this concert. Gogol Bordello in St. Louis. I got the crap beat out of me that night. But it was one of those times it was totally worth it. Why? Because I shocked Eugene.
After the show, I hook up with the girl who was next to me and we gather her friends, heading for the back doors. We have to go out and walk all around the building, and there’s a little line starting to form by the tour bus. Of course I can’t pass it up, I’ll wait.
Not long and Eugene Hutz, the singer, comes out to greet the mob. I wait a bit, camera ready. I’d already asked the girl behind me to take my photo.
The kid directly in front of me almost loses his shit; I guess Eugene is his hero. And as heroes are wont to do, he saves this kid and gets him talking. Smooth.
My turn. Now I admit that in these situations I’m always nervous and geeky and stupid. But I’ll be damned if I am going to show that! So I say hello, give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, hand him my ticket stub to sign, have the picture taken, tell him the show was awesome, thanks, bye!
His expression was priceless. I gave him the hug and kiss treatment and didn’t gush and giggle over some Bigrockstardude.
I loved it. Worth every bruise I got that night, just remembering his slightly amazed face.
That is how you do it.
