..... Can't sleep.

Can't sleep, clown will eat me.... Can't sleep, clown will eat me..............

(sigh, oh simpsons.)

So If you've been keeping up with my blog - I haven't been getting much sleep. Which has been causing me to feel very sick.

I don't know why out of all the nights I can't sleep now. I really REALLY want to. It's just all these thoughts and emotions and ideas and Emoticon's keep jumping through my mind like an endless cup of coffee, caffeinating me into an endless awake like state.

It's bothering me. (as I sneeze on my mothers lap top)

There's not much running through my mind now as I try to write other than "God I have a 5 hour shift tomorrow before I am to be social at a New Years Party..... Damn"

Yet when I try to sleep, thoughts of all sorts come rushing through my head. Dreams that I am having of simply thinking them in hopes they may put me to sleep are becoming wishes as if a whole bunch of sleep dust will rush over my body and zap me into a deep hibernation. Yet sadly the thought of me sitting beside Johnny Depp at the Oscars is not quite putting me to sleep. And the saddest thing is I only Won Best Supporting Actor in my dream/thought. Not even lead!!

I suppose if I were to think of anything to put me to sleep - it'd be either a song or.......... oh no..... I guess I have to now..........

-Mission 11- a bedtime story

Once upon a time, there was......................... Scratch that........................

In a dark and gloomy town, where all whom lived were at rest - there was one. A small and insignificant mouse named Pickford Jack.

Pickford Jack had dreams of laughter and of love. He would wish upon every star on every night before bed - and as he would lay - his dreams would take him away to such places where Pickford Jack would not want to come back from.... This was a happy place.

Now the town that Pickford Jack lived in was fine to say the least - but nothing like the one he would dream of.

In this Dream - Pickford Jack was not only just a hero among his friends and family - but he was like a star whom people would pay thousands just to see him. And in this dream Pickford Jack did not stray into his celebrity status as a mean person - but rather as someone who tried to do good for the land to which he loved so much.

Pickford Jack loved going to this place.

But in his real town - Pickford Jack had many things. Things to which he was more than grateful for. He had friends - a family - means of entertainment..... But there was something missing. Something that he had once had, but was now gone. Almost like dream. But not one to which Pickford Jack would love. This missing thing had come and gone faster than any night - and more abrupt than any surprise.

Pickford Jack grew sad. It wasn't like he really needed this thing. It was merely that he had had something to which he had loved and cared for so deeply - and now it was lost. He had lost it.

Now Pickford Jack was a happy sort. No one would know he was unhappy - not even the closest of people. In fact, even Pickford Jack would forget and go about his daily routines and not remember this thing to which caused him such angst. It was only on the deepest of nights - when all else seemed at peace - where nothing seemed right in Pickford Jacks head - where this thought would creep back into his head.

"No", Pickford Jack would think. Brush it off and go to a warmer place. I don't need this - I don't want this. All it will do is bring me back to a place where I don't feel like being.......

I think Pickford Jack needs a vacation...... Go see the world.... Find his own way about life. Stop dreaming and begin doing.

Jason Mraz said in his most recent blog

" If you have the dream of traveling, I suggest packing your bags and having them with you when the clock strikes 12. Really show the universe that your intention is more than a thought. It is an action! "

I know it's a corny/odd reference. But I like the romance of living life in a way like no other. To really push yourself to love life regardless of your love lost, trials and tribulations. Really show the universe who you long to be and how you want to live. It's really just a beginning of getting a move on "you".

I believe that to truly get passed something - to live through it - you must express it in your own way - in a way where you are not trapped.

My New Years Resolution.................. Is Live.

Aint no Mountain High!

I have been looking for an excuse to dig through my dvd collection (to which I have named "The Plethora of Love"), to take out "Titanic" for a long time now. I have had quite the couple of days of non sleep and all work/play - so today - being zonked out of my mind. Have sat with my computer. A warm cup of java with some Kate and Leo............. It's on!

-Mission 10- Operation Holidays!

Over the last week my life has been bombarded with schedules and time consuming activities that have left me with close to no sleep for 3 days now.... It all started with a little form called "Liquid"...... Now as Liquid is as Liquid does, I have been very fortunate to be having my fair share of luxurious liquids such as various beers that have been aged from barrel to barrel - some scotch that has been aged over the past 12 years, come coa coa that warms me every time - and one of my favorites of this holiday - A single cup of Java which beans were grown in Hawaii and collected from my Aunt at it's actual plantation - in Hawaii.

But as I live through my 5th Christmas eve alone, as tradition goes, I would sit and write and drink until it was time to lay and rest until the big gift giving extravaganza!

Christmas Eve was great because I really just become myself with some good 'ol liquid courage of many kinds and throw all caution to the wind and express myself in both writing and song as the night goes on and the holiday Christmas specials come on the tele. My favorite is of corse the Tradition "White Christmas" with Danny Kay and Bing Crosby - and most recently the holiday special of "A Colbert Christmas".

Christmas came like any other. Awoken by a banging at my door to the sound of my brother yelling out "We're opening presents!!"

SO I'm up and having my usual holly jolly Christmas - when suddenly - hehehe. MY favorite present of all comes handed to me as if I was being handed a new outlook on life - a new life on its own - a new me.

Now I have never been really good with a guitar. Which is my fault entirely. I have just never had the patience or the time to learn. I have been a drummer since I can't even remember when. A half decent one at that. Tell me to play jazz, punk or rock and roll and you shall have yourself a show.. No heavy metal crap though haha. I appreciate the complex guitar playing in that type of music, but I have never been a fan of the double kick in a constant slam and "THAT" is called talented?

Any way. Ever since I saw some stock footage of Jason Mraz at a radio station playing his version of "Fly me to the Moon", I have wanted a tenor Ukulele more than ever. Although Jason's was custom made for him with Nicaraguan rose wood (which cool enough I have been to Nicaragua :) ) Mine was something of much beauty, regardless of the custom made anything - I love her. I've named her "Tabitha" much like everything else I hold dear enough to name. And I have been playing her non stop.

Thus far - only know 4 chords - I have been playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" - "Let It Be" and my absolute favorite, "I'm Yours"...... It has been a world of fun and just sitting around rockin this Uke makes me feel like a rock star. It's been wild.

BOXING DAY............. Yikes... Awaking to non other than my brothers playing with what ever toys they were given for Christmas - I was down to business. And when I say business I mean showering and getting down to my retail job for 10 hours of hard labor and thousands among thousands of customers trying to buy soo many items of clothing to which they think there is a sale attached. But alas - no. There were no sales - yet still thousands of people spending their money the day after Christmas.

But me being a positive sport as I am - enjoyed myself a tad. :) . The first 6 hours were alright. Well - no. They were something of unmaintainable rage that even the smallest of ticks would have made me burst out something fierce. I was "stationed" in the Fitting room. Which was relaxing in comparison to being at the cash. In fact I was very thankful seeing how I had a nice cool fan blowing at me constantly.

Then the last 4 hours - which were undoubtedly amazing. I got to stay in the back and just bring out knew clothes when ever we were running low on the table - or - when ever someone was in need of a different size... Not to mention the tres attractive associate of mine I had been working with all day I got to meet first hand...... twas a good day :D............. Oh wait.. no it wasn't, BLOODY PARKING TICKET!.........

Now I'm not sure how it is where everyone else lives - but for me - it snows. And boxing day was a snowy one in the morning for when I parked my car behind another car in the parking lot of the mall. But alas, as the snow melts - my car appears to be half over the line and in the way of what the police are calling "a fire escape route" .... BULLDINKY! no way in hell was I there.. But $250 later, I'm screwed.

But as I arrived home to see off relatives whom I missed another family Christmas dinner with leave, the calm cool of the night brought on 1 thing. Me and my Uke. :)

The magic was great and I could merely sit and jam until the morning.

Sleepy as I was this would be the first of many nights awake and not sleeping. The 2nd would be the night after my uke night - I was still at this point jamming - yet a few old familiar voices came calling and asked if I'd like to go out on the town dancing. I could hardly resist. So I was out on the town and ready for some dancing.... The great part was how warm it was. I was walking around with no coat and merely a light dress shirt on over top. And it felt great..

And of course - remembering Christmas eve - some Liquid courage was on my side and dancing was all I was capable of doing haha.

I was inside and livin it up. It wasn't the most exciting - but fun non the less. By 1:40 it was almost closing time - and seeing how I had missed the last train - I was ready for the late bus. And perhaps one more dance?

But seeing how I had gone alone with friends who were all occupied - I merely walked up to a couple of ladies and me - being happy off of happy juice, simply said "Would either of you two ladies care to dance?" - or at least, I'd assume thats what I said. Too much courage in a bottle can add to a whole lot of gibberish.

But their response was simply "Well sorry, but........ Only if you don't mind dancing with both of us." .......... HA!

A song and a bit later I had gotten the attention of one of my friends - he and I exchanged nod's and I introduced him. He took one and I continued dancing with the other.... Within SECONDS flat - that man friend of mine was goin to town on that girls face - haha. All I could do was laugh. But laughing was easy while I danced.

So the bar was closed and I being a gentlemen thanked the fine lady for the dance and was on my way out. My good buddy :D joined me later tired from snogging with a phone number and a smile.

But this was not the end of our adventure for the night. My friend being the stud as he is couldn't help but sing out loud in the middle of the street. I being on a bottle of courage joined in - as well as our other friends. This didn't stop.

We were on the bus heading home and still singing out loud. People on the bus could do nothing but laugh and join in. After a few requests in songs - a little bit of Disney hits - some Oasis and classics like some Ella Fitzgerald - We were belting along with everyone else on the bus. Now this was amazing. For me at least. I have always been afraid to sing in public. In a show I find it rather easy to just get up and go along in a song. But when it comes to singing around complete strangers in such a way that you know they will be looking at you judgmentally. I was REAL happy. I was over coming something I had watched Jason Mraz do on youtube in Europe soo many times. Twas a gooood night.

(If anyone can find a youtube clip of it please inform me... There were many people filming us:D)

Home by 4 - up by 10. Pretty sweet haha. I had a rehearsal for Guy's and Dolls on Sunday (which has been going Great - thanks for asking) - Sooo no sleep for me.

And If I didn't have a birthday party with a lot of GREAT people after word I would have definitely gone straight to bed. But I had one. And I went to it. And Oddly enough somethere though I had an Irish Accent. Same with some people who I work with. Apparently I'm Irish. Newfy yes... But Irish? C'mon!!! But other than one stupid reminder that there is a lame rumor about me going around that I apparently have an STD - it was a great night....

And although I did go to sleep looking for some relaxation - I was up and out to work.... Dead.. The whole shift.. I was SOOOOO dead. There was nothing I wanted more than to sleep and be rid of life. A cold was stirring and I needed some relief. And after that shift I was. Had dinner with some great camp friends then a movie (Valkyrie)

And now. Sitting in my room. As I watch the finale few moments of Titanic - the little old lady walking with the heart of the Ocean - The warm coa coa long from gone. And the Sun.... set.....

I do nothing but think back to the last couple of days and think what a joyous adventure that was. What a happy holiday.

Whats in store for the future? New Years Eve - and perhaps a little Liquid Courage ....... :D

To, the man.

Dear Santa.......

If you get this.... And when I say get this I mean Read my blog...

Can you bless all those in need?

Now when I say that I mean everyone...... The problem with the world is that we see people who live in poverty, and we pity them. This to me, is our fault. They live with as much joy and happiness as we do, except in a different way. I spent a couple weeks in Nicaragua as you may know. (seeing how you know everything I seem to do...... Which still disturbs me) And talking to someone there who had learned English, he spoke of being really happy. And saying that the people there do not know of the joys we have in this world, such as Computers, Black berries, Television and Britany Spears. But they have other joys. And although we may look upon them and see poverty, the Jonas Brothers of the world may look upon someone like me and see poverty.

I si wiah to give them as much of the gifts and love that I can. But as the season continues, I think about the world. My friends, and their needs and hopes in this world. To quote the most famous of Elephants - "A persons a person, no matter how small" - and I was thinking that although we all feel we have to try our hardest to help those in need in other countries, why don't we rock it like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and simply look in our own back yard?

So if you may Santa, while you drop off the newest of new to everyone in their toasting homes this Christmas year, could you toss a sandwhich or two, and perhaps some toasting warm woolen sox from Giant Tiger to some of those in need sitting upon the Streets. And maybe even a happy day of solitude to those woman in need of some comfort after fleeing their homes with their children from an abusive marriage.

There are much more in mind Santa. But as I sit here enjoying my Christmas Eve alone with my computer as I have for years now, I'd like to think of those who need to be though of.

And perhaps a pony for me :)......... And when I say Pony, I mean a happy day of thanksgiving and gratitude on Christmas day.

Thank you, and Merry couple of days, Santa......... And when I say Santa......... I mean God.......

Amen.

ps..... Also, could you make an Oreo Cookie with another cookie in the center? Would greatly appreciate it !!!

Belly of a Tree

Whats in your wallet?

Ummm, I got some gift cards, receipts, old school pictures, Drivers license, some purple stuff... & Sunny D! ALRIGHT!!!!


So honestly, tell me...... What is it with this holiday that make people think that a mall is a "fun" place to be @ THREE days before Christmas? Honestly, it's the honest ones you have to watch out for.... Fricken LAZY!

Yes yes I understand that you sometimes really don't know what to get someone until that moment when you re-inact one of those "best Buy" commercials when you go " I'm looking for one of those "" OH MY GOSHH MA ROSH!! I TOTALLY LOVE IT"" type of gifts"..... Then the sales clerk looks at you weird and simply says, "私はそれを得ない。" ..........

Dang people wearing shirts that MATCH the exact color of the workers uniform!... C'mon people, I don't care if you just finished at a soccer game... DO NOT walk into a foot locker until you put on a different shirt!

Okay the fun part is the shopping. Now when I say that, I mean the shopping for me. It's one of those moments when you know you have to give something back but you end up pulling a Simpson, and go "one for you, one for me."

"So pJ, what did you get your family, "well I got a (write name of presents here........) and then a jacket new white dress shirt and cd/dvd of Jason Mraz for me!"

sniff................................. I swear I got them nice stuff.............cough...... How about dem isotopes huh? ...... They're crazy!

I'm going to quote a man that I do quite frequently, and I want you to take it in what ever way comes to you first.... Please.

"Step into the light, and see how Awesome you can be."

-J.mraz

-Mission 9- Gift 'o matic-- HYDRO matic! - Why it could be Grease Lightning!.... cough I mean Christmas!.....lightning.......

Now, this year has been a surreal one with the Holidays. I haven't quite figured it out fully. I have the tip of the ice burg all figured out, yes love and laughter along with Holiday tidings and X-mas lights have made my nights something to look forward to over the last few nights. But my attitude and the way I have been taking in life the last little while has been something of question to myself.

For example....... (haha as if I'd ever leave you with such an unfulfilled paragraph ;) )
I was put on (what I like to call) "Flirt Duty", at work. Now flirt duty is pretty much where you are placed at the front of the store welcoming each customer and informing them about our deals and getting them interested in buying. Now in this prestigious job I get the opportunity to say hi to many people. Many kinds of people and their many kinds of emotions bouncing off their face and smacking my own. But as I am supposed to be forceful in my approach, I get down to bidness and inform them about my daily news @ good 'ol American Eagle.
And now there was this one person..... Yes female.... cough totally non of your business but oh well.. seeing how you asked...... Any way...

I asked her ever so simply "Do you know about our deals?" WAAAPOOOOOOSH! The smack...... .. no no hahaha She didn't smack me in the face. Only her emotion and her eyes were just locked on me as if she were fishing for my own. And boom.. Such a serendipitous moment where I had become physically nervous talking to her and saying something as simple as "Buy one and get the 2nd 50% off!".... She just stared and in the kind of humor I would have responded with "No I have not heard! Tell me about it!"....... Wowzers.... Caught me off gaurd she did!!!
But this singular moment in my 6 hour shift of hell on earth, reflected how I have been feeling about life right now. Caught off guard. With a little less eyes and smack talkin emotions but all in the same - taken aback.

I have stepped out into a spotlight this holiday season in search of not only someone I have yet to be in my life, but also the perfect gift for that someone of thought. In past years I have merely chosen one of three gifts laying on my mothers bed for one of my brothers. The other two would be either given to them as a special surprise or as a typical "from Santa" gifts. Cough I mean....... Santa asked if he could give them....... ummm..... AHHHH!

But this year... I don't know... This year is that year where I have tried to strike or occur to with a sudden feeling of wonder or astonishment, as through unexpectedness with my present selections for my family hahaha. And so far so good. I have a few possible let downs. But thats the thrill of giving, hoping that it brings a smirk to the face of the receiver and not one of those eye brow twitches where they thing "now if I dig deeper in the box will I find a gift receipt?"

But all in all the only draw back to this complete odd set of arrangements this holiday year. I will be spending my first year since I was the age of 14 as a single male..... Odd. Even the highschool romances kind of held me straight and true through the season.... But perhaps this could be why I am so joyful(and triumphant :D ) this year. No shotty wench to spoil my fun in the snow!... COugh ... I mean... No flower breathing love muffin to coil our love in the coo of this holiday....day.....

But no matetr what dodgy circumstance I have had in the past that may or may not have dragged this feeling out to the year of '08, I'm thankful it did...... What else would I have written about tonight???

George Clooney !?!!


-Step into the light, and see how Awesome you can be.

-p.J..... Merry couple of days!

Tune She Hum's

It isn't much of a word. Or a thing. But rather, she is a feeling. This "she" as in...... well...... girl..... Not so much a girl, but....... What else. To some she could be the sound of a good song, the sizzle of some warm bacon made for you befor you are off to work, or perhaps the steam of a hot coa-coa late at night snuggled up next to a fire. But for me..... She is the Holidays. Nothing more in my mind or heart could I think of a familiar feeling to bring me back into the Christmas Holidays then the thought of a woman cuddled up watching a fun flick with me....... You know what I'm saying?

I apologise if I come across right now as a hopeless romantic. Not my intention really.... Unless you are of the female gender and begun thinking honest thoughts of "oh pJ!!" then by all means continue and we can discuss my obsession with chick flicks over a cup of java on a later date...... But What I am truley getting at is Christmas. I lost it down the line. No you can not truly lose the day/holiday as we have all learned over the Who's of Whoville kickin ass one Christmas showing the Grinch how foolish he really is..... (not that being Green didn't show him already...... No no, I don't have anything against green people. I think they are odd, but I would help them if they were ever on a boat..... They may be sea sick)

Each year I enjoy Christmas Eve.... Odd, due to the depressing fact that I spend the night of Christmas eve......... alone..

Don't go "aww" or anything. Because really it is my New Years and Thanksgiving all tied up into one. This one night as the family is off at Church and other holiday shindigs, I reflect my year and practice gratitude and thanksgiving in my life as I sit there in a candle lit house with Bing serenading me as I toast to my life and write what I would call my "Christmas Abyss"...... I just merely zone out and write anything from a song, to a film idea and even the corny-est of poetry that would even embarress a duck...... Those guys have no shame I swear.....

Here's what I do though.... In this the holy holiday of Christ day -

I walk ... In the blistery blustery blizzard that is Toronto. And I look at lights. I just stare and tear up to myself as I dream of anything.

I hum into a sing into a two step into a ........... I just really sing.... But the feeling that Christmas gives me in my chest really pushes when I'm just singing to myself.

Right now Christmas is snowing up something fierce outside and she has never looked so gorgious....

Sure as I get woken up at 6 tomorrow morning to merely brush off my mothers car as she gets ready to go to work and I back to bed, I will curse her spitefull treatchery of hate that haunts my home (the snow that is....hehe)...... But that milky white dust will do nothing but smile back and just wait for me to smile back...

Gracefully as I stomp off to bed I wont think of how awesome this town is with it's snow. When you think about it, how many parts of this world does not even have snow? As I'm here living up a white christmas there are some people dusting off their shoes from all the sand getting caught in between their laces.

Ever see someone experience their first snow fall?

Not like a baby - the first snow fall to a baby is like Tiger woods winning another tournament... There's going to be a lot more firsts in their near future - this one doesn't matter.

But what I'm saying is the first snow fall for someone who has just moved to your city... It's a beautiful thing. I got to see someone who moved from the West Indies have their first experience with snow.... Arms stretched and singing to the sky. Dancing around as if no one else was around. They were in their own little Disney World of Dreams. Life had never been so sweet.

Feel it? She's giving me that feeling just to remember that moment. Christmas is a loving touch of EVERYTHING in our dreams. It's the giving, the loving, and the gratitude.

Lets not spend this Christmas closed off thinking what mommy and daddy are giving you or perhaps if Landon is going to ask you to the New Years box social down town for the countdown.

Lets take a page from Bing's book - not the child beating of course haha - but more one of the best words he was ever able to sing.

"When my Bankroll is getting small, I think of when I had none at all, And I fall asleep, Counting my Blessings"

-Mission 8- Gratitude, Holiday Style

Count em - point 1 you.

-pJ

Make'n me Santa

"Who said that every wish should be heard and answered?"

That's right people I said it!  I quoted one of the most influential people in this history.  They had a point you know, sitting there just thinking out loud.  Never once thinking to themselves wh

o would listen or what would come of it.  But they said it and BOOM.  Here I am quoting them.  Mr.Kermit the Frog I tip mine hat to your leap-fulness.  (But seeing as I am clearly here to change the world, it can hardly become a philosophy of mine to follow).

That's right people,  Come one Come all!.......  Actually just come one.... Or at least one at a time.  I'm not a machine......hmmmmm... Wait no that'd never work.  I don't have the technology..... But any way.

-Mission 7-  Make'n me Santa.

Once every young hormonal child reaches the age and the slight intellectual capability they get to go to a magical/tear creating hell called High School.  Now among all the "But you said you LOVED me!!!" "Why are you eating your lunches in the washroom?"  "What does Pikachu say?" And my absolute favourite - "What does the wall mean, the jokes in my hand?" - there are the friendships.  

Now I have had quite the amazing amount of friendships within my high school days, but now as I think back to those fading drunken memories I remember the horrible HORRIBLE times of the year when we all were forced to take what little money we had hoped to spend on a new shirt that says "I do all my own stunts" on it, or the possible phone card to allow an extra 35 minutes on our cell phones for that late night "so what were you dreaming about?" phone call, you have to spend it on gifts for these people.

"I" in the world that is now, am a huge believer in giving, thanksgiving and gratitude.  But back in the day I would have killed myself if I had to walk into the Body Shop one more time for that 3rd birthday this month or joint Christmas basket.  Or try to ask the really cute music retail worker if she could quite possibly point out the most recent cd by what's his face with the tightly chizzled abs.  

sighhh I was just embarrassed.................................... Where were my tightly chizzled abs?

By the end of high school I had come close to giving up and all together not buying Christmas presents for my ridiculous amounts of friends.  (thats right people, no abs but a billion friends.  eat dem apples MR. Attractive Efron who could date anyone he wanted to, even guys and still make more friends than me and have more money......cough......  So there..)

I came up with this method along side my partner in crime Mr.Pipher - Impersonal gifts that make everyone laugh from the cheapness..

The gift of comedy should always be high on everyone's grown up christmas wish list.

Now as most people over the age of 29 know, family portraits are brilliant to shove into a tacky Costco bulk christmas card and send out to everyone.  But being clever little pickles as we were/are/then I say something else - We decided to mix it up a bit and make a few copies of us to give out to people.

Now these photos are circulating the world now and it would be a great deal of effort for me to track them all down, so lets all plug in our imagination boxes, down a quick drink (I suggest something with milk for this particular occasion.....  Because Im silky smoooth ;) ) And lets imagine shall we.

The first was reading a story to the children by a warm fire before bed....... cough..  We were in sweater vests - Jordan played the role of the sleepy children and I sat in a big comfy chair reading him Calvin and Hobbes to an empty fire place in the middle of the afternoon.

The 2nd was us singing carols to all the people in our small german village........sniff...... Still sporting the sweater vests Jordan was singing off while playing and geetar and I was rockin a tambourine and we were jammin in his living room to no one.

The third was the classic buddy buddy shot of two good pals standing next to a fully decorated Christmas tree.......... No silly attempts with this photo...... We just looked to gorgeous to mess with it is all.

Photos are one thing - Cards and a small signature is what made it whole.  But the following year as we could do nothing more than dread the thought of creating something sooo expected.  This year we would recruit our dear friend named so by the joy in his h

eart "Pogo", we began production on our Christmas Album.

This album had classic tributes to such christmas hits such as "All I want for Christmas" - "Mean one Mr. Grinch" - ""Baby It's Cold Outside" and "We Three Kings" changed to "We Pirate Kings".  And also a few surprises such as "A Whole New World" a Freestyle rap as the opener and one of the hit songs from Scrubs musical episode "Guy Love".

I'm not going to lie, but on a brisk Christmas summer afternoon I enjo

y listening to these hits.  Although our vocals may sound a tad silly during most points of the album - It's the thought of AMAZING that counts :).

Now to continue this Christmas tradition we have to come up with som

ething just as good, because frankly, I have never been one to re-gift a toaster to 35 people.  

What - a - do this year?  Perhaps a series of buttons that spell out the location to a hidden present that only one person gets?  A gerbil with our names shaved into it's back?  A few movie sequences of us dancing in different parts of the world to a hit song by Jason Mraz? (perhaps "Make it Mine" ?? :) ) Or how about a show that allows us to end off with a big musical number to which we throw a plethora of flowers into the crowd as they scream for more but through all the agony of perfection in our voices we some how find ourselves stopping ever

ything in mid sente.............................................................................................