The gods did not want me to watch the Grammys. Less than an hour in and Nay-nay called. She just had surgery on Friday and was sitting at home all bummed out and in pain, so since I am not a heartless monster, I muted the show and gave her my mostly undivided attention. We talked for almost 2 hours, so now I am surfing the interwebs to try and find ( Read more... )

Paul Potts has brought me to tears every time I watch his performance on Britain's Got Talent. I love the beauty of his voice. He may not be Pavarotti, but the emotion and just guh! of the piece he is singing. *loves it and Turandot and everything associated therein*

I have an interview on Tuesday, but I am going mainly for practice - the job looks ( Read more... )