I'm starting to wonder if the internet is ruining my people skills. I find I'm doing more online via email and instant messaging than I used to. And I tend to go that route for communicating with people rather than just picking up the phone and making a call. I still like hanging out with people and am making tons of plans and all. But I set up those plans through email. And when I try to catch up with people I just write them an email rather than picking up the phone.
Now that can be handy. It's easier to email a bunch of folks for group plans than it is to get them all on the phone. And if I want to catch up with someone at 3AM, an email is certainly more considerate. But, that's not always the case. Sometimes I just want to grab dinner with one friend. Or catch up with someone during a slow day at work or on a Sunday afternoon. And then, the phone might make more sense.
I think I do like the multitasking aspect of it. When I'm chatting online or emailing I can do lots of other things. But when I do that on the phone I find I can't concentrate on the call or the other tasks as well. Weird. I think I might want to work on that. I really don't want to be heading down a slippery slope towards complete recluse.
Though I haven't been a recluse this weekend. Friday was dinner with Lovey, Muppet, Mr. Muppet, Muffy, Steph and even Monkey Man bothered to join us. We were trying for Otto, but the wait was an hour and a half and we couldn't get a table for wine and cheese ahead of time. With a group of six, soon to be seven, that's not a fun time. We were crammed around a pillar for about 15 minutes when we decided to say screw it and head towards an Indian place in the 'hood. And got sidetracked by a Pizzeria Uno. We're all so very classy. But onion petals, beer and pizza worked out pretty well and I had a good time. And some very random conversation. Which I will not repeat here. So I can try to stop the stem of inappropriate searches leading people here. So, then Muffy, Steph and I headed to Maggie's Birthday/Go Red Sox party in the slope. I only went for the birthday portion as I blame this Red Sox win for everything bad in life since that day.
It was okay. I think I was a little too tired to have a blast. And I got sucked into some conversations that were not Happy Manda Making. But Maggie's cat is adorable and sweet and fuzzy and soft and I went off to play with her for a bit. And I finally saw Maggie's place and caught up with her a little. I finally headed out about 2 or so with M &S.
Sadly I had to get up before 9AM on Saturday for my Fresh Direct delivery. Ugh. I would've gone for a later time, but there were afternoon plans. Vadar's birthday is Wednesday and she had a birthday lunch on Saturday. Which was excellent . There was a ton of lunch stuff at her place and then about six hours of Arrested Development episodes. She and Taylor are obsessed with the show and each got the DVD the day it was released. She got me a copy as well as an early Christmas present. Which is awesome. It really is a fabulous show and Muff and Steph had never seen it. I tried explaining some of it to Muffy once while I was wearing my Annyong Hermano shirt and I just didn't do it justice. The fact that I kept cracking up every other sentence couldn't've helped either. Anyway, they got to see it for the first time and now they feel the love. Oh yeah, baby. I hope that the show gets better ratings this season. It's oh so good. Anyway, on top of the awesome TV there were chips and sandwiches and beer and wine and soda and banana splits and fun people and a good time was had by all. I think. Certainly by me.
"Space Cowboy" by 'NSync just came up on my iTunes. Heh. I have no taste in anything. Ooooh, now the Solid Gold theme song. Oh yeah.
Now I'm just fussing around my apartment alternating spurts of super productivity with some ass sitting and kitty loving. I'm such a rock star. I actually did a little backyard work. Though I need to do more. The ivy on one fence is covering part of the walkway and easing into the yard. And the roses have gone mad. With the recent rain and current warm weather I'm sure. I think that's a project for next weekend or the following. I'd rather the ivy be a little less leafy before I attack it. Does Ivy get less leafy in the winter? I'm useless with my yard.
Anyway, gotta go rockout to my ELO/Xanadu soundtrack. Like the stud I am. And purchase my America Is Scary T-shirt.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Friday, November 05, 2004
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
So tired. People are mean and keep making me go out and stuff. It's horrible. My life is very, very hard. I tried to convince Monkey Man of this today. And suggested he be nice to me because of it. And he just mocked me. So mean.
Last night was a bit of music. Lovey and I went to see Iolanthe and Lovey's boyfriend perform in/lead one of the pieces at the The Lark Ascending's most recent event. Parts of it were enjoyable, parts of it were dull, parts of it were really, really long. Iolanthe was lovely and looked fabulous. I wish I could've heard her better, but another performer was quite loud which made that a bit of a problem. It was still fun and it was nice getting to meet Lovey's man. I now know he exists. Which means I have to stop putting quotes around his name. Which makes me sad. I think the fun of meeting him outweighs the sad of losing the quotes though.
I had forgotten how pretentious performers and their patrons can seem though. I'm a theatre major/actressy type and I can totally bring the drama. I know this. But that's not who I hang out with these days so I kind of forgot that I'm not the most melodramatic person on the planet. There are folks out there who take it to whole new levels. Some of the faces some of these folks were making while speaking or reading or singing or taking their bows were pretty precious. It made me smile.
In other EXCITING news, I had my work review yesterday. And it kind of played like a High School Guidance Counselor session. We spent 1-2 minutes actually reviewing my year's performance. While Lovey and I both agree that my attitude has worsened over this year, my bosses feel I am much improved with that over the previous year and overall think I do a fabulous job. Though I tend to 'lose focus' from time to time on tasks that are boring and repetitive. Which I agree with. And which I actually said (I just typed that as sed because I am a moron) in my self evaluation. All very unexciting. Then we moved on to how I need to come up with career goals so we can all work to find a job or a career path, with the company, for me to follow. It was all really odd. I don't know what to make of it. I don't think I want to stay here, but it's kind of strange for them to take an interest after all this time. Though I did get a strong feeling that they don't think I'm well educated or qualified for too much. I kept getting the impression that they were hearing "BA from Wesleyan University" as "Associates Degree from Wesleyan Community College". And they don't seem to think much of community college - because folks are a touch elitist here. Anyway, I'm mulling that over now while Muppet is fussing at me to get my resume in gear and get it to her so I can start looking for something outside of this place. We'll see.
I'm mostly in a good mood right now. I'm still very upset about the election. I still feel sad that more people don't seem to agree with me on the state of our country and the need for Bush to be out of office. I still feel sad that eleven states are proud to say that people can be denied rights based on their sexuality. But, I'm starting to feel good about going out there and doing things about it. More things about it. And that makes me a little hopeful. Plus, I've been spending a lot of time with my friends who do agree with me and who do see things like I do, at least broadly speaking. And who also plan to continue to try to make changes. And all that is awesome. Plus I just like hanging out with my friends because they rock. And they help keep me happy. Even though one of them keeps telling me of these awesome guys she meets, offers to hand them off to me and then jumps them herself. So mean. Not happy making.
Last night was a bit of music. Lovey and I went to see Iolanthe and Lovey's boyfriend perform in/lead one of the pieces at the The Lark Ascending's most recent event. Parts of it were enjoyable, parts of it were dull, parts of it were really, really long. Iolanthe was lovely and looked fabulous. I wish I could've heard her better, but another performer was quite loud which made that a bit of a problem. It was still fun and it was nice getting to meet Lovey's man. I now know he exists. Which means I have to stop putting quotes around his name. Which makes me sad. I think the fun of meeting him outweighs the sad of losing the quotes though.
I had forgotten how pretentious performers and their patrons can seem though. I'm a theatre major/actressy type and I can totally bring the drama. I know this. But that's not who I hang out with these days so I kind of forgot that I'm not the most melodramatic person on the planet. There are folks out there who take it to whole new levels. Some of the faces some of these folks were making while speaking or reading or singing or taking their bows were pretty precious. It made me smile.
In other EXCITING news, I had my work review yesterday. And it kind of played like a High School Guidance Counselor session. We spent 1-2 minutes actually reviewing my year's performance. While Lovey and I both agree that my attitude has worsened over this year, my bosses feel I am much improved with that over the previous year and overall think I do a fabulous job. Though I tend to 'lose focus' from time to time on tasks that are boring and repetitive. Which I agree with. And which I actually said (I just typed that as sed because I am a moron) in my self evaluation. All very unexciting. Then we moved on to how I need to come up with career goals so we can all work to find a job or a career path, with the company, for me to follow. It was all really odd. I don't know what to make of it. I don't think I want to stay here, but it's kind of strange for them to take an interest after all this time. Though I did get a strong feeling that they don't think I'm well educated or qualified for too much. I kept getting the impression that they were hearing "BA from Wesleyan University" as "Associates Degree from Wesleyan Community College". And they don't seem to think much of community college - because folks are a touch elitist here. Anyway, I'm mulling that over now while Muppet is fussing at me to get my resume in gear and get it to her so I can start looking for something outside of this place. We'll see.
I'm mostly in a good mood right now. I'm still very upset about the election. I still feel sad that more people don't seem to agree with me on the state of our country and the need for Bush to be out of office. I still feel sad that eleven states are proud to say that people can be denied rights based on their sexuality. But, I'm starting to feel good about going out there and doing things about it. More things about it. And that makes me a little hopeful. Plus, I've been spending a lot of time with my friends who do agree with me and who do see things like I do, at least broadly speaking. And who also plan to continue to try to make changes. And all that is awesome. Plus I just like hanging out with my friends because they rock. And they help keep me happy. Even though one of them keeps telling me of these awesome guys she meets, offers to hand them off to me and then jumps them herself. So mean. Not happy making.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Dealing with it all
Yesterday was a bad day. I'm still very sad and shocked about Kerry's loss. In fact, Lovey even told her boss that I was "despondent" yesterday. He is as well, so he understood. We commiserated a little on the phone this morning and he said he was staying in Singapore for good now. Just joking though. We would never leave our country. I wouldn't. Much that I talk about moving with PimpDaddy to New Zealand now, I'm not abandoning the place I love so much to the right-wing zealots who are all about bullshit 'morality'. And it's not like I'm alone in my views. Yesterday Muppet and I went out for coffee/smoke breaks every hour or so to just kind of vent a little. There was & is a lot of discussion in the office over what this means for the country and the world and what we can do. Rock Star Fran and I had a lovely diner lunch where we pissed and moaned and tried to cheer each other up. And everyone kept asking me to do things last night because they were worried about my mental state and wanted to cheer me up. Which was sweet. Knowing I wasn't alone and all. Though, I am in the minority now, it seems. Which feels weird. Last night a friend commented that he was having a hard time grasping the idea that he disagrees with over half the country. That over half the country thinks in a totally different way from him. And it's hard to wrap your head around that. I totally agree. It's a strange thing. Because I just cannot comprehend what is going on in the mind of over half my countrymen.
But I think I'm starting to ease out of the shock and mourning phase and am trying to get into a place where I can start thinking about what to do to make things more like I think they should be.
Last night was really nice. Took my mind off things and I even started having a good day. I met Meat Boy for dinner at a noodle place in the Village. He's an old friend from high school that I don't see often enough. He lives in New York but we only get together a couple times a year it seems. Hopefully we can start changing that. He's a great guy and has a darling wife and we have a lot of fun.
Anyway, we had dinner and caught up on things and grabbed a beer at the Crow and talked and laughed for a few hours. It was a nice mix of conversation. I sometimes worry with older friends I don't see often that it might not work out. That we'll spend the whole time not being comfortable anymore or that we won't talk about anything but the good old days with a little bit of catching up tossed in. That it won't be a real conversation between friends. But this was a real conversation. We talked about the election. And luckily he was a Kerry supporter too. I don't think I could've handled a dinner of gloating or anything. We also talked about books and New York and Sims (apparently they can 'woo hoo' now - I don't know, I've never played) and watched a little Pulp Fiction at the bar. We talked some about high school and how stupid we were and probably still are. We caught up a little on old friends. And it was just a really nice night. I laughed a lot. Which I needed after moping all morning and afternoon. Though it did mean I got home after 11 and did not get that much needed early bedtime. So worth it.
And as an extra special bonus, working last night was one of the old bartenders from the time when I went to the Stoned Crow almost weekly. He's a fun one and I hadn't seen him in at least a couple of years. It seems like almost the entire staff has turned over and that makes me sad. Especially since the bartender/waiter I crushed on the most hasn't been around in forever. Not that we were really sure he was straight, but he was so pretty and I got hugs and all. I'm such a shallow, superficial girl. Anyway, it was nice to see that guy there. He's not exactly hard on the eyes either.
Bartenders must get so much play.
In other sad news, Kerry still hasn't win the election. And Beyonce has decided she no longer wants to participate in the reading program. Apparently she's older now and wants to hang with her friends on the playground at lunch rather than read with me. Which kind of breaks my heart a little. I loved doing math with her and reading and giggling. But I can understand. I think. They're going to get me someone else, hopefully starting next week. I hope they like me.
But I think I'm starting to ease out of the shock and mourning phase and am trying to get into a place where I can start thinking about what to do to make things more like I think they should be.
Last night was really nice. Took my mind off things and I even started having a good day. I met Meat Boy for dinner at a noodle place in the Village. He's an old friend from high school that I don't see often enough. He lives in New York but we only get together a couple times a year it seems. Hopefully we can start changing that. He's a great guy and has a darling wife and we have a lot of fun.
Anyway, we had dinner and caught up on things and grabbed a beer at the Crow and talked and laughed for a few hours. It was a nice mix of conversation. I sometimes worry with older friends I don't see often that it might not work out. That we'll spend the whole time not being comfortable anymore or that we won't talk about anything but the good old days with a little bit of catching up tossed in. That it won't be a real conversation between friends. But this was a real conversation. We talked about the election. And luckily he was a Kerry supporter too. I don't think I could've handled a dinner of gloating or anything. We also talked about books and New York and Sims (apparently they can 'woo hoo' now - I don't know, I've never played) and watched a little Pulp Fiction at the bar. We talked some about high school and how stupid we were and probably still are. We caught up a little on old friends. And it was just a really nice night. I laughed a lot. Which I needed after moping all morning and afternoon. Though it did mean I got home after 11 and did not get that much needed early bedtime. So worth it.
And as an extra special bonus, working last night was one of the old bartenders from the time when I went to the Stoned Crow almost weekly. He's a fun one and I hadn't seen him in at least a couple of years. It seems like almost the entire staff has turned over and that makes me sad. Especially since the bartender/waiter I crushed on the most hasn't been around in forever. Not that we were really sure he was straight, but he was so pretty and I got hugs and all. I'm such a shallow, superficial girl. Anyway, it was nice to see that guy there. He's not exactly hard on the eyes either.
Bartenders must get so much play.
In other sad news, Kerry still hasn't win the election. And Beyonce has decided she no longer wants to participate in the reading program. Apparently she's older now and wants to hang with her friends on the playground at lunch rather than read with me. Which kind of breaks my heart a little. I loved doing math with her and reading and giggling. But I can understand. I think. They're going to get me someone else, hopefully starting next week. I hope they like me.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I don't understand
I was going to jokingly blame the Red Sox. Because I've been blaming them for everything I can lately. But that just seems kinda stupid right now. Really stupid right now. I'm just so drained and feel really beat down. And I don't understand my country. This makes no sense to me. I just cannot comprehend how so many people in this country can actually vote for such a right leaning administration. Such a slanted, twisted administration. How can they think Bush and Cheney are fit to lead us after what's happened these past four years? How can so many people still not get out and vote?
I'm afraid that four years from now I will have lost so many rights and freedoms in the name of my morality and my safety, when I feel I'm perfectly capable of looking after my morality and a good deal of my own safety. I'm afraid I won't be able to travel outside the US because everyone on the planet will hate me just for being an American. I'm afraid and beyond depressed thinking of more people who will die in a war that just isn't right or necessary or helpful to anything. I'm so disgusted that so many people in this country think it's okay to give rights to some people and not to others, based just on who they love. I guess racism isn't fashionable or legal but prejudice based on sexual orientation is an acceptable alternative.
I'm not making sense and I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm just scared and sad. And I don't know what I can do. I want to find ways to fight this administration constantly for the next four years. And I don't know where to start. And I don't know why more people don't seem to care. A few of mine friends are devastated. No one else seems affected. I don't know. I am not moving to Canada. I love my country. I will never leave it. But it seems like I'm just not able to fix it or change it or improve it. At least not right this minute. Not today. Not yesterday. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Or four years from now. Someday.
I'm afraid that four years from now I will have lost so many rights and freedoms in the name of my morality and my safety, when I feel I'm perfectly capable of looking after my morality and a good deal of my own safety. I'm afraid I won't be able to travel outside the US because everyone on the planet will hate me just for being an American. I'm afraid and beyond depressed thinking of more people who will die in a war that just isn't right or necessary or helpful to anything. I'm so disgusted that so many people in this country think it's okay to give rights to some people and not to others, based just on who they love. I guess racism isn't fashionable or legal but prejudice based on sexual orientation is an acceptable alternative.
I'm not making sense and I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm just scared and sad. And I don't know what I can do. I want to find ways to fight this administration constantly for the next four years. And I don't know where to start. And I don't know why more people don't seem to care. A few of mine friends are devastated. No one else seems affected. I don't know. I am not moving to Canada. I love my country. I will never leave it. But it seems like I'm just not able to fix it or change it or improve it. At least not right this minute. Not today. Not yesterday. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Or four years from now. Someday.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
I Voted
I voted today. I was up at 6:30AM and off to the PS29 before 7AM. And I was totally giddy about it. Beautiful fall day, saw lots of my neighbors walking to the polling place as well, passed by a "Vote Kerry" pumpkin on a stoop, saw a kid playing ball while waiting for his dad to vote. It made me excited and a little hopeful. Mostly I've been terrified about this election. I can't believe it's going to be so close, that there's a chance that Bush could win. And I get scared thinking about what four more years of Bush will do to this country, to me, to the world. I don't like it. But I went and did my part. I've tried to convince others to do theirs. And now I just kind of have to sit and wait.
What is the world going to think of us if we re-elect Bush? I saw some European high school aged kids chattering on the subway yesterday and one of them had an anti-Bush button on. A friend of my mother's in Germany said everyone she knows over there is just in awe that we could do the wrong thing and re-elect Bush. I just hope we don't do it. And I hope that it's not a big mess and a super close race that goes on for days. And weeks. And months.
Ugh. Now my hopeful giddiness has worn off.
What is the world going to think of us if we re-elect Bush? I saw some European high school aged kids chattering on the subway yesterday and one of them had an anti-Bush button on. A friend of my mother's in Germany said everyone she knows over there is just in awe that we could do the wrong thing and re-elect Bush. I just hope we don't do it. And I hope that it's not a big mess and a super close race that goes on for days. And weeks. And months.
Ugh. Now my hopeful giddiness has worn off.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Furry Dolphins
Happy Birthday Daddy! You're the best Dad ever and you rock.
I'm having a cinnamon raisin bagel while thinking of my grandfather. He often had cinnamon raisin toast in the morning with his milk and grapefruit. And I have that too. Minus the grapefruit. So, sitting here with cinnamon, raisin, bread and butter flavors reminds me of mornings at his kitchen table. And that makes me happy. I like memories of my grandfather.
This morning I was walking to work, walking past Fox's headquarters as I always do, when I saw a handful of people standing out there wearing dolphin costumes. Like full on mascot type costumes. That were furry. Because dolphins are furry? I don't know. They were furry. One even had a hunting jacket and orange head. They were holding signs for flipper cam and one of them had a "How's my Tan?" sign. Which really got me thinking. I mean, dammit, I DO NOT want to elect a man to the highest office in our country if he has a tan. How can you run a country if you have a tan? Obviously, you can't. I'm voting for Bush. Oh, wait. NO I'M NOT. And it's going to take more than a tool in a furry dolphin costume to convince me otherwise. People are not right.
I really need to find a new route. Furry dolphins today, last week there was some nonsense out there for Branson's Quest for the Best, one time they had a giant tub/vat/bowl of chili. Sometimes people in bikinis. And then there are the gawkers. And with the gawkers I have to swear and shove people out of my way just to get down the sidewalk. So when I run for office one day I'm sure Fox will pull out all the footage of me swearing and knocking down old people and children on my way to work. My life, it is hard. So hard. Furry fucking dolphins. Morons. I kind of wish the flip flopping nonsense would end. But I want Kerry to win, obviously, and if he does I suspect the flip flopping chatter will continue. Because people are stupid. But hopefully, enough people aren't stupid or are not too stupid and we'll have a Kerry outcome after Tuesday. Please.
This weekend was good, if a bit too trip down memory laney for my tastes. Friday night was Muffy's big birthday fun. Dinner and drinks in Brooklyn with lots of nice folks. Lovey was supposed to go with me, but she works with a lazy ass and got stuck at the office so late she won't tell me what time she left. But there was Mexican food and bocce ball and lots of beer. Oh and a small amount of beercheese. And the birthday girl had fun. I think. Even though my partner and I did trounce her and Steph at bocce ball. My first time ever playing too. I think I'm a natural. Though I suspect the game would quickly become boring to me if I played it without beer. Much like I only enjoy croquet with a stiff drink or two in hand. The last time I played croquet was at SABW's bridal shower. After the shower. We were drunk and it was raining and dark and I had a good time. I believe at the time I thought I was a natural at that too. I think I might've been wrong. And considering the fact that my partner later dumped me to play with another girl later... maybe I'm not a natural at bocce ball. How depressing.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was spent with little chores around the house and lots of time getting photos organized and up online. Going through all my reunion photos took forever with all the Ed's Shirt photos included. But they're up now. Woo. Well, all the ones that don't involve me looking gross. Soon I start on the Birthday Week photos. Over 90 of those. It makes me tired thinking about it. Don't think I'll get all those done tonight as I have to get to bed early tonight. So I can get up early tomorrow morning to go vote. The polls open at 6AM I think. I won't be there at 6AM, but I'll be there eventually. Voting. Because I have to vote. How can I not? You better vote too.
I'm having a cinnamon raisin bagel while thinking of my grandfather. He often had cinnamon raisin toast in the morning with his milk and grapefruit. And I have that too. Minus the grapefruit. So, sitting here with cinnamon, raisin, bread and butter flavors reminds me of mornings at his kitchen table. And that makes me happy. I like memories of my grandfather.
This morning I was walking to work, walking past Fox's headquarters as I always do, when I saw a handful of people standing out there wearing dolphin costumes. Like full on mascot type costumes. That were furry. Because dolphins are furry? I don't know. They were furry. One even had a hunting jacket and orange head. They were holding signs for flipper cam and one of them had a "How's my Tan?" sign. Which really got me thinking. I mean, dammit, I DO NOT want to elect a man to the highest office in our country if he has a tan. How can you run a country if you have a tan? Obviously, you can't. I'm voting for Bush. Oh, wait. NO I'M NOT. And it's going to take more than a tool in a furry dolphin costume to convince me otherwise. People are not right.
I really need to find a new route. Furry dolphins today, last week there was some nonsense out there for Branson's Quest for the Best, one time they had a giant tub/vat/bowl of chili. Sometimes people in bikinis. And then there are the gawkers. And with the gawkers I have to swear and shove people out of my way just to get down the sidewalk. So when I run for office one day I'm sure Fox will pull out all the footage of me swearing and knocking down old people and children on my way to work. My life, it is hard. So hard. Furry fucking dolphins. Morons. I kind of wish the flip flopping nonsense would end. But I want Kerry to win, obviously, and if he does I suspect the flip flopping chatter will continue. Because people are stupid. But hopefully, enough people aren't stupid or are not too stupid and we'll have a Kerry outcome after Tuesday. Please.
This weekend was good, if a bit too trip down memory laney for my tastes. Friday night was Muffy's big birthday fun. Dinner and drinks in Brooklyn with lots of nice folks. Lovey was supposed to go with me, but she works with a lazy ass and got stuck at the office so late she won't tell me what time she left. But there was Mexican food and bocce ball and lots of beer. Oh and a small amount of beercheese. And the birthday girl had fun. I think. Even though my partner and I did trounce her and Steph at bocce ball. My first time ever playing too. I think I'm a natural. Though I suspect the game would quickly become boring to me if I played it without beer. Much like I only enjoy croquet with a stiff drink or two in hand. The last time I played croquet was at SABW's bridal shower. After the shower. We were drunk and it was raining and dark and I had a good time. I believe at the time I thought I was a natural at that too. I think I might've been wrong. And considering the fact that my partner later dumped me to play with another girl later... maybe I'm not a natural at bocce ball. How depressing.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was spent with little chores around the house and lots of time getting photos organized and up online. Going through all my reunion photos took forever with all the Ed's Shirt photos included. But they're up now. Woo. Well, all the ones that don't involve me looking gross. Soon I start on the Birthday Week photos. Over 90 of those. It makes me tired thinking about it. Don't think I'll get all those done tonight as I have to get to bed early tonight. So I can get up early tomorrow morning to go vote. The polls open at 6AM I think. I won't be there at 6AM, but I'll be there eventually. Voting. Because I have to vote. How can I not? You better vote too.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
So, I was poking around Wesleyan's alumni website tonight to track down the spelling of some guy's name. I'm a little anal retentive about photo labeling and wanted to get this person's name right. I didn't find him because the site is a little wonky, but then I thought I'd log into my old email account and see if it still worked. And it does. And I had email in there dating back to June of 1996. As well as some old email messages I guess I saved or something, some from 1994 even.
It was so weird. Emails from friends I never knew I'd gotten, career center emails I'd never seen, some really cute Happy Birthday emails I never knew about. A bunch of stuff I wish I'd gotten. People remembered my birthday and I never knew. And old boyfriend emails. Those always get'cha. Oh god do they get you. Well, they got me. Hard. And there were lots of emails from Pumpkin about life at Davis. Flirty emails from old flirty friends who are now married and no longer flirty with me. Some emails regarding my time as President of Alpha Delt. Also a couple from the parents. Apparently my mother used to sign emails to me with a b. rather than Mom or Mother or something. Odd. Think folks would find it strange if I responded to emails that were 5 or 8 years old? Yeah?
It's been a week of nostalgia for me. Not sure why. Maybe being 30 and all, wondering about where my life has been and where I am and where I'm going. I think I'm just a little out of sorts because I hadn't saved the world by now like I always thought I would. I suppose there's still time, but I don't know if I have the energy for it anymore. Or maybe I just know better now. And you can never save the world when you know better.
I miss the old me. Not that the current me is bad or anything, but I miss the old me.
It was so weird. Emails from friends I never knew I'd gotten, career center emails I'd never seen, some really cute Happy Birthday emails I never knew about. A bunch of stuff I wish I'd gotten. People remembered my birthday and I never knew. And old boyfriend emails. Those always get'cha. Oh god do they get you. Well, they got me. Hard. And there were lots of emails from Pumpkin about life at Davis. Flirty emails from old flirty friends who are now married and no longer flirty with me. Some emails regarding my time as President of Alpha Delt. Also a couple from the parents. Apparently my mother used to sign emails to me with a b. rather than Mom or Mother or something. Odd. Think folks would find it strange if I responded to emails that were 5 or 8 years old? Yeah?
It's been a week of nostalgia for me. Not sure why. Maybe being 30 and all, wondering about where my life has been and where I am and where I'm going. I think I'm just a little out of sorts because I hadn't saved the world by now like I always thought I would. I suppose there's still time, but I don't know if I have the energy for it anymore. Or maybe I just know better now. And you can never save the world when you know better.
I miss the old me. Not that the current me is bad or anything, but I miss the old me.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Happy Birthday, Muffy!
My Daddy is so cool. "Sorry about your Yankees, now maybe Boston Will go away for another 86 years or so." He understands what a small petty person I am. Mom's the nice one who thinks it's great that the Red Sox finally got to win one. Though she also lost interest in the post-season after the Yankees lost and she is more of a baseball fan. Eh, they're both adorable. Daddy even just bought me a new camera, that's how adorable he is. And how much of a spoiled princess I am.
I am soooo tired. Don't know how I'm going to stay awake through the big birthday fun tonight. I'll just have to drink a lot or something. They're having a post-earnings/Halloween thing here at work at 3:30. There will be beer, so I can start early. Lovey and I will be attending for sure. Good times. You wish you had my rock star life.
Steph's parents were in town this week so last night I met them and Muffy for dinner while Steph was in class like the bad son, but good student, that he is. They're lovely people so I get a kick out of hanging with them. And dinner was nice. A good conversational mix of baseball, families, card playing, politics (vote for Kerry), science and what exactly Rigatoni and Gnocchi are. Plus they brought me a gift from Joan - an awesome butt shot of Nomar that she took this summer. It's a great shot and a good photograph and quite a nice tushy. Even if he was in a Red Sox uniform at the time. You just gotta love people who will take, print, give and transport such a thing for you.
Then it was back to Steph & Muffy Manor for cake! Apparently Steph's Mum (they need names of their own) had a birthday on Monday and Muffy's is today so there were two cakes. I couldn't refuse two cakes. Right? So more chatting and wedding photograph viewing and discussions of genealogy and Vegas. What could be better.
Man, I need more coffee, I think I'm babbling.
My Daddy is so cool. "Sorry about your Yankees, now maybe Boston Will go away for another 86 years or so." He understands what a small petty person I am. Mom's the nice one who thinks it's great that the Red Sox finally got to win one. Though she also lost interest in the post-season after the Yankees lost and she is more of a baseball fan. Eh, they're both adorable. Daddy even just bought me a new camera, that's how adorable he is. And how much of a spoiled princess I am.
I am soooo tired. Don't know how I'm going to stay awake through the big birthday fun tonight. I'll just have to drink a lot or something. They're having a post-earnings/Halloween thing here at work at 3:30. There will be beer, so I can start early. Lovey and I will be attending for sure. Good times. You wish you had my rock star life.
Steph's parents were in town this week so last night I met them and Muffy for dinner while Steph was in class like the bad son, but good student, that he is. They're lovely people so I get a kick out of hanging with them. And dinner was nice. A good conversational mix of baseball, families, card playing, politics (vote for Kerry), science and what exactly Rigatoni and Gnocchi are. Plus they brought me a gift from Joan - an awesome butt shot of Nomar that she took this summer. It's a great shot and a good photograph and quite a nice tushy. Even if he was in a Red Sox uniform at the time. You just gotta love people who will take, print, give and transport such a thing for you.
Then it was back to Steph & Muffy Manor for cake! Apparently Steph's Mum (they need names of their own) had a birthday on Monday and Muffy's is today so there were two cakes. I couldn't refuse two cakes. Right? So more chatting and wedding photograph viewing and discussions of genealogy and Vegas. What could be better.
Man, I need more coffee, I think I'm babbling.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Did something happen last night?
So. Last night. Lots of things happened last night.
Rock Star Fran had a show with her girl band at the Knitting Factory. In the bowls of the Knitting Factory actually, also known as Old Office. So, I went to that. Monkey Man from work was going with me but had to work until 7. So I stuck around earning my paycheck for a couple extra hours, grabbed dinner with him and then headed to the show. Another interesting girl from work was there, a bar was there and Fran's honey was performing as well so time-killing before the main event wasn't a problem. Actually, I don't think they were technically the main event of the night, but they were for me. And in my blog, it's all about me.
Fran rocked her little heart out like the rock star she is and I had a good time. She was even wearing a skirt and sassy fishnets and everything. Though she outed me as a perv to the whole audience. She was playing drums for one song and was using a sweatshirt as a 'privacy shield' so she wouldn't flash the audience. Then she told the audience that AMANDA would rather she just flash everyone. A comment which met with dead silence if I recall correctly. I pondered shouting a big ole "WOO" at that point but had only had one beer and thus enough sense to not do that. So, now you know. I'm a Kenny Loggins lovin', privacy shield hatin' perv. Who hates the Red Sox. Who?
After the show Monkey Man and I headed out so he could call and wish his mom a happy birthday (like the forgetful slacker he is) and I could go home to watch some thing that was on the TV, I don't remember what, but there was something I wanted to get home and watch, hmmmmm... I'd totally forgotten about the eclipse, but we walked out and there it was. Just a tiny sliver of the moon was yet to be covered. So we decided to stand in the street and gawk. It was cool. Though not as cool as the solar eclipse I saw in Hawaii in '91. But still good. Monkey Man got some dumb work call at that point so he did that and I stared at the moon, while standing in the street, leaning against construction piling. I know how to have a good time. Oh yes, oh yes I do.
Anyway, eventually he wrapped that up, the moon got covered and looked cool and we headed home. So I could turn on my TV. And watch the sadness. Ah, the sadness.
They looked so happy though. The unwashed, long-haired, scary little Red Sox players. And it is a huge thing. They won the World Series. For the first time in 86 years. By winning their last 8 post-season games in a row. And my Red Sox fan friends are delirious. And that's awesome. And I'm trying very hard to be happy for them. Through the phone calls, the emails, the gloating and the mocking. Because I know it's going to be another 86 years before they do it again. A person should only have to suffer one Red Sox World Series title in their lifetime. This was mine. I accept that. And I'm ready to move on to the next season.
Rock Star Fran had a show with her girl band at the Knitting Factory. In the bowls of the Knitting Factory actually, also known as Old Office. So, I went to that. Monkey Man from work was going with me but had to work until 7. So I stuck around earning my paycheck for a couple extra hours, grabbed dinner with him and then headed to the show. Another interesting girl from work was there, a bar was there and Fran's honey was performing as well so time-killing before the main event wasn't a problem. Actually, I don't think they were technically the main event of the night, but they were for me. And in my blog, it's all about me.
Fran rocked her little heart out like the rock star she is and I had a good time. She was even wearing a skirt and sassy fishnets and everything. Though she outed me as a perv to the whole audience. She was playing drums for one song and was using a sweatshirt as a 'privacy shield' so she wouldn't flash the audience. Then she told the audience that AMANDA would rather she just flash everyone. A comment which met with dead silence if I recall correctly. I pondered shouting a big ole "WOO" at that point but had only had one beer and thus enough sense to not do that. So, now you know. I'm a Kenny Loggins lovin', privacy shield hatin' perv. Who hates the Red Sox. Who?
After the show Monkey Man and I headed out so he could call and wish his mom a happy birthday (like the forgetful slacker he is) and I could go home to watch some thing that was on the TV, I don't remember what, but there was something I wanted to get home and watch, hmmmmm... I'd totally forgotten about the eclipse, but we walked out and there it was. Just a tiny sliver of the moon was yet to be covered. So we decided to stand in the street and gawk. It was cool. Though not as cool as the solar eclipse I saw in Hawaii in '91. But still good. Monkey Man got some dumb work call at that point so he did that and I stared at the moon, while standing in the street, leaning against construction piling. I know how to have a good time. Oh yes, oh yes I do.
Anyway, eventually he wrapped that up, the moon got covered and looked cool and we headed home. So I could turn on my TV. And watch the sadness. Ah, the sadness.
They looked so happy though. The unwashed, long-haired, scary little Red Sox players. And it is a huge thing. They won the World Series. For the first time in 86 years. By winning their last 8 post-season games in a row. And my Red Sox fan friends are delirious. And that's awesome. And I'm trying very hard to be happy for them. Through the phone calls, the emails, the gloating and the mocking. Because I know it's going to be another 86 years before they do it again. A person should only have to suffer one Red Sox World Series title in their lifetime. This was mine. I accept that. And I'm ready to move on to the next season.
Alas
Congratulations, Red Sox fans. Not Pumpkin, but you actual ones like Muffy & Steph & Turnip and such. Enjoy the good times while they last. I'll be in the corner pouting and waiting for next year. Never thought I'd see this in my lifetime.
But the Red Sox did a great job and had an amazing post season and my friends are so happy they're about to pee so I'm happy for y'all. As much as it pains me.
And no, Muffy, I do not think now is the time to start chanting 2000. Smartasses, the lot of ya'.
Freakin' Red Sox.
But the Red Sox did a great job and had an amazing post season and my friends are so happy they're about to pee so I'm happy for y'all. As much as it pains me.
And no, Muffy, I do not think now is the time to start chanting 2000. Smartasses, the lot of ya'.
Freakin' Red Sox.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Photographic Memories
Last night I was updating some stuff on my photo links page and started browsing through my older photo folders on my computer. And it made me all nostalgic. I was looking at photos of the second Homecoming after my graduation back in October '97. And I miss the people I used to see all the time and now have no idea where they are. But it did make me smile to think of the friends that I've had since then and saw just this past weekend at Homecoming '04. Like PimpDaddy looking all of 12 years old. And Poodle looking about 10. And Spanky dancing around on a table like the drunken fool she was. And lots of BigD ass shots for some reason. I don't know.
I also saw a lot of great photos of someone who used to be a really good friend of mine and now is not, and that made me a little sad. Actually a lot sad. Thinking of all the relationships that were great and don't exist anymore. I miss some of those friends and boyfriends and whatnots and such. I'm thankful I had those relationships in my life and that I can look back on them fondly and think of how they improved my life and made me happy. All that's great. And I know that if relationships didn't change and fade and grow I wouldn't have the awesome relationships now. And at this moment I wouldn't change a thing about Pumpkin and Muffy and Steph and Turnip and PimpDaddy and Spanky and Muppet and BigD and Buzz and Lovey and RSFran and Vader and my family and others I haven't yet named. Well, I probably would change the amount of time I spend with them if I could get away with not working and having unlimited airfare. But other than that I wouldn't change it. And I probably wouldn't be so close with all of them if I were still so close with other people. Because there's only so much time and energy in a day. And I know that some of them will fade and change a little. But others will grow and folks who are distant now might be closer later. And I'll probably sit around a couple years from now looking over this year's photos getting all moony and silly. And grateful that I take so many damn photos.
Of course I then had a very high schoolesque dream last night about some of the people in my life who now aren't just not close with me but actively dislike me. It was weird. There were lots of girlfriends and plans for a movie but then everyone ate all my nachoes and ditched me while I was taking a quick shower and it was weird. So, no more nostalgia for me this week!
I also saw a lot of great photos of someone who used to be a really good friend of mine and now is not, and that made me a little sad. Actually a lot sad. Thinking of all the relationships that were great and don't exist anymore. I miss some of those friends and boyfriends and whatnots and such. I'm thankful I had those relationships in my life and that I can look back on them fondly and think of how they improved my life and made me happy. All that's great. And I know that if relationships didn't change and fade and grow I wouldn't have the awesome relationships now. And at this moment I wouldn't change a thing about Pumpkin and Muffy and Steph and Turnip and PimpDaddy and Spanky and Muppet and BigD and Buzz and Lovey and RSFran and Vader and my family and others I haven't yet named. Well, I probably would change the amount of time I spend with them if I could get away with not working and having unlimited airfare. But other than that I wouldn't change it. And I probably wouldn't be so close with all of them if I were still so close with other people. Because there's only so much time and energy in a day. And I know that some of them will fade and change a little. But others will grow and folks who are distant now might be closer later. And I'll probably sit around a couple years from now looking over this year's photos getting all moony and silly. And grateful that I take so many damn photos.
Of course I then had a very high schoolesque dream last night about some of the people in my life who now aren't just not close with me but actively dislike me. It was weird. There were lots of girlfriends and plans for a movie but then everyone ate all my nachoes and ditched me while I was taking a quick shower and it was weird. So, no more nostalgia for me this week!
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Yo' mama
I keep saying yo' mama to about 75% of the questions I get asked lately and I probably need to stop. At least at work. Most of my friends seem to know to humor me. For their own sakes. Fear the Wrath of Amanda. Yeah, fear it.
I love the iPod. The iPod doesn't judge me when I need a little Bon Jovi and Cher and Duran Duran to get me through my day. Or even a little Kenny Loggins. Though iPod does allow me to quickly find out that I have twelve Kenny Loggins sons on there. Dear god. Maybe Rock Star Fran was right. Maybe I am Kenny Loggins'esqe. I don't even have a CD of the Top Gun soundtrack to put on there. Not even any Caddyshack. This is all Footloose and that Return to Pooh Corner CD.
Okay, let me explain the Pooh Corner CD. I was dating a guy for a long time who loved Winnie the Pooh. And I loved the guy. So I went along with this mad Pooh love even though I don't feel it myself. I like the Winnie the Pooh ride at DisneyWorld and Pooh is cute and all, but it wasn't much of a childhood thing for me. But it was for him. So I helped mend his little Pooh doll. And tolerated the equating of my love of pigs & Disney into Piglet love. And got the Return to Pooh Corner CD with that Pooh song on it. It also had All the Pretty Little Horses on it too though, which Mom sang to me when I was a kid. But, well, yes. I have a whole Kenny Loggins CD of children's songs. I am such a freakin' loser. I'm so embarrassed. Now I'm judging me in a way iPod never would.
The Pretty Little Horses song is a little different from the version Mom sang to me anyway. But I like it and it's the only version of the song I have. It wasn't my favorite Mommy song, but it's in the top ten. My favorite was Polly Von. But I would only let her sing it to me sometimes. Because it always made me cry. I thought it was a really, really pretty song and loved the way my mom sang it, but sometimes I just couldn't handle such a sad song. Though really, it's kind of a silly song. A hunter goes out, sees a swan, shoots it and then it turns out it was his girlfriend and not a swan. And she dies. I know, it's weird, but I liked it. And still do. 'Cause my Mommy sang it to me. She also sang Puff the Magic Dragon and Where Have All the Flowers Gone and For Baby, For Bobbie (I think). We were a very Peter, Paul & Mary kinda house. And now I sing those songs to kids I babysit and sang them at nap time when I was working at the local day care while in college. And probably will sing them to my kids, when I have them.
Hippies are contagious, don'cha know?
I love the iPod. The iPod doesn't judge me when I need a little Bon Jovi and Cher and Duran Duran to get me through my day. Or even a little Kenny Loggins. Though iPod does allow me to quickly find out that I have twelve Kenny Loggins sons on there. Dear god. Maybe Rock Star Fran was right. Maybe I am Kenny Loggins'esqe. I don't even have a CD of the Top Gun soundtrack to put on there. Not even any Caddyshack. This is all Footloose and that Return to Pooh Corner CD.
Okay, let me explain the Pooh Corner CD. I was dating a guy for a long time who loved Winnie the Pooh. And I loved the guy. So I went along with this mad Pooh love even though I don't feel it myself. I like the Winnie the Pooh ride at DisneyWorld and Pooh is cute and all, but it wasn't much of a childhood thing for me. But it was for him. So I helped mend his little Pooh doll. And tolerated the equating of my love of pigs & Disney into Piglet love. And got the Return to Pooh Corner CD with that Pooh song on it. It also had All the Pretty Little Horses on it too though, which Mom sang to me when I was a kid. But, well, yes. I have a whole Kenny Loggins CD of children's songs. I am such a freakin' loser. I'm so embarrassed. Now I'm judging me in a way iPod never would.
The Pretty Little Horses song is a little different from the version Mom sang to me anyway. But I like it and it's the only version of the song I have. It wasn't my favorite Mommy song, but it's in the top ten. My favorite was Polly Von. But I would only let her sing it to me sometimes. Because it always made me cry. I thought it was a really, really pretty song and loved the way my mom sang it, but sometimes I just couldn't handle such a sad song. Though really, it's kind of a silly song. A hunter goes out, sees a swan, shoots it and then it turns out it was his girlfriend and not a swan. And she dies. I know, it's weird, but I liked it. And still do. 'Cause my Mommy sang it to me. She also sang Puff the Magic Dragon and Where Have All the Flowers Gone and For Baby, For Bobbie (I think). We were a very Peter, Paul & Mary kinda house. And now I sing those songs to kids I babysit and sang them at nap time when I was working at the local day care while in college. And probably will sing them to my kids, when I have them.
Hippies are contagious, don'cha know?
Monday, October 25, 2004
I am NOTHING Like Kenny Loggins
Apparently I can't talk about the Red Sox here anymore. First of all, it seems to only encourage them to win. Which is not good. Plus, I now have a ton of folks stumbling upon this site while searching for something along the lines of 'Red Sox flash boobie'. I don't want to know.
I kind of dread the Red Sox winning the World Series because it's fun to taunt. I love having Red Sox fan friends and the whole rivalry and chanting "1918" and the Red Sox always being the underdogs and so on and so forth. So, I'm kinda rooting for the Cardinals now. Because I don't want my fun times to change. And because I don't want to hear about it for the next year. And because I don't want this curse to end as it's fun. I think it's a little fun for the Red Sox fans, even. Or not. Certainly not for the team...
But it would be really exciting for my friends if they won and I kinda want them to have that happiness. Especially JBeth who has been waiting for this for close to a million years. Though if it was going to have to happen in my lifetime it probably would've been cooler last year with a Cubs/Red Sox series. Anyway, enough about baseball...
This past weekend I went to Wesleyan's Homecoming for hanging and drinking and board meetings and PUPPY. It was a good time. Though I really do wish people would quit telling me I'm old. The guys of '52, '53 and '54 were awesome about telling me how not old I was, so big love for them. Though they did then start singing a really dirty song after that and kinda scared me some.
But it was a fun time. Diner runs, staying at the always classy Super 8, thinking inappropriate thoughts about undergraduates, dancing, playing with the cutest puppy in the world, hanging in front of the fire with girlfriends, catching up with folks I only see once or twice a year when we all come back to Alpha Delt, singing ridiculous songs with people, complaining about 'kids today' in a mostly joking manner, getting dressed for dinner... things like that. All good stuff. It's also nice to show up somewhere for a weekend and have lots of people shriek and smile and hug you as soon as they see you. It's nice to feel like people are actually excited to see you again. Lots and lots of people.
I like being loved. I dig it. The most. Love and attention make me so happy. I don't actually require it. I'm not really insecure. In fact, I'm rather cocky and egotistical, I think. But it's nice. It's nice to know that other folks think I'm as fun and pretty and smart and sassy as I think I am. Big D laughed at me in the car yesterday because I said that I respected people who liked me. He thought that was funny. But yeah, it's nice to occasionally get mad love to counteract all the folks who think I'm a loud, obnoxious tool.
Rock Star Fran just compared me to Kenny Loggins. She is no longer the kewlist person I know at the moment and might not be kewler than Britney Spears now. Kenny freakin' Loggins.
I kind of dread the Red Sox winning the World Series because it's fun to taunt. I love having Red Sox fan friends and the whole rivalry and chanting "1918" and the Red Sox always being the underdogs and so on and so forth. So, I'm kinda rooting for the Cardinals now. Because I don't want my fun times to change. And because I don't want to hear about it for the next year. And because I don't want this curse to end as it's fun. I think it's a little fun for the Red Sox fans, even. Or not. Certainly not for the team...
But it would be really exciting for my friends if they won and I kinda want them to have that happiness. Especially JBeth who has been waiting for this for close to a million years. Though if it was going to have to happen in my lifetime it probably would've been cooler last year with a Cubs/Red Sox series. Anyway, enough about baseball...
This past weekend I went to Wesleyan's Homecoming for hanging and drinking and board meetings and PUPPY. It was a good time. Though I really do wish people would quit telling me I'm old. The guys of '52, '53 and '54 were awesome about telling me how not old I was, so big love for them. Though they did then start singing a really dirty song after that and kinda scared me some.
But it was a fun time. Diner runs, staying at the always classy Super 8, thinking inappropriate thoughts about undergraduates, dancing, playing with the cutest puppy in the world, hanging in front of the fire with girlfriends, catching up with folks I only see once or twice a year when we all come back to Alpha Delt, singing ridiculous songs with people, complaining about 'kids today' in a mostly joking manner, getting dressed for dinner... things like that. All good stuff. It's also nice to show up somewhere for a weekend and have lots of people shriek and smile and hug you as soon as they see you. It's nice to feel like people are actually excited to see you again. Lots and lots of people.
I like being loved. I dig it. The most. Love and attention make me so happy. I don't actually require it. I'm not really insecure. In fact, I'm rather cocky and egotistical, I think. But it's nice. It's nice to know that other folks think I'm as fun and pretty and smart and sassy as I think I am. Big D laughed at me in the car yesterday because I said that I respected people who liked me. He thought that was funny. But yeah, it's nice to occasionally get mad love to counteract all the folks who think I'm a loud, obnoxious tool.
Rock Star Fran just compared me to Kenny Loggins. She is no longer the kewlist person I know at the moment and might not be kewler than Britney Spears now. Kenny freakin' Loggins.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
My Poor Babies
I am sad. And thinking nasty, nasty thoughts about the Red Sox.
And I'm trying to figure out what to say. What snappy little comebacks to have ready when the taunting begins.
Well, when the taunting continues. Skipper left me a voicemail midway through the game, around the 7th Inning. Pumpkin (who apparently became a baseball/Red Sox fan tonight) called seconds after the game ended. Then Steph called (with Muffy cackling in the background). He kept giving me some line of how he was trying to offer an olive branch by asking if I wanted to grab a beer. I don't buy his line. The man was calling to taunt. Because Red Sox fans (even brand spankin' new ones PUMPKIN) are just mean, mean people.
But I have no snappy comebacks. I will just let them enjoy their fun. It happens so rarely and is usually so shortlived. And I know the Yankees will come back next season and beat their asses like they normally do. Because Yankees win and Red Sox lose and that's just life.
And I'm trying to figure out what to say. What snappy little comebacks to have ready when the taunting begins.
Well, when the taunting continues. Skipper left me a voicemail midway through the game, around the 7th Inning. Pumpkin (who apparently became a baseball/Red Sox fan tonight) called seconds after the game ended. Then Steph called (with Muffy cackling in the background). He kept giving me some line of how he was trying to offer an olive branch by asking if I wanted to grab a beer. I don't buy his line. The man was calling to taunt. Because Red Sox fans (even brand spankin' new ones PUMPKIN) are just mean, mean people.
But I have no snappy comebacks. I will just let them enjoy their fun. It happens so rarely and is usually so shortlived. And I know the Yankees will come back next season and beat their asses like they normally do. Because Yankees win and Red Sox lose and that's just life.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Oh Happy Day (I still hate the red sox)
I just bought Duran Duran Christmas Ornaments. And am so excited I can't see straight. But there is some anger. Apparently I have fallen off the Duran Duran email list I was on and was not aware that they were signing their CD in New York RIGHT IN TIMES SQUARE on the 12th. You cannot imagine the weeping when I learned of this news. Lovey and I are distraught. And so we must go out and buy the new Duran Duran CD to soothe our sad souls. And possibly the Team America soundtrack. Retail Therapy at it's best.
I hate the Red Sox
I hate the Red Sox. I hate them so much. I hate their horrible, horrible hair. I hate how they must drag these playoffs out the way that they do. I hate that they cause me such stress. I hate that fucking Trot Nixon. Fucking Trot. Hate, hate, hate. Hate the Red Sox. Bad, bad Red Sox. Bad!
I cannot get those first three words from the Team America theme out of my head. Seriously. All day long I'm at work with "A-mer-i-ca, Fuck Yeah!" going on a constant loop in the back of my head. I know that at some point I'll just start singing it out loud. And then I'll get the funny looks again. I hate the funny looks. But I hate the Red Sox more. Damn Red Sox.
I just finished rereading Valley of the Dolls. Amusing book. Depressing book. I can't really remember much of the movie, but I always picture Patty Duke as Neely O'Hara when I read it. The whole evil people and drug abuse stuff aside, the book really depresses me because of the whole 'woman needs man' theme. It' so offensive. That all women desperately want to get married on some level. That a man has to be the one to support the family even if the woman has millions. That a woman needs to be married to be successful. Even if you have piles of money and a great career you're something to be pitied without a husband. And then the idea that men cheat because they're men. It's just what they do. Women accept it and move on. So gross. So very, very gross. Blech. I think the thing I really like about the book is that pills (especially sleeping pills) are called dolls. It's a habit my family has picked up, for no reason I can explain. We just call sleeping pills dolls. Like last night Mom told me to just take some dolls and go to bed.
We have lots of little in jokes, the folks and I. Like Dad and I often do a whole, "Let us go then you and I" schtick whenever we're heading off somewhere. We've done that since before I ever read the poem. It's weird and dorky, but a funny family thing. We often call Dad Sparky or Clark because of a whole Wally World/National Lampoon's Vacation thing we have going. We have our dolls. We have little nicknames and jokes and things like that. We have jokes about Dad's girlfriend and now his boyfriend (usually his roommates) and Mom's boyfriend - though now that he's going to be a father and all she hardly ever talks to him which takes all the fun out of that joke. Most of the time they make no sense to anyone else and often convince others that we are not a healthy family. But we really are. It's just our weird sense of humor. I like the fact that our brains are twisted in the same way. Drugs and poetry and mockery bringing us closer. Good times.
I cannot get those first three words from the Team America theme out of my head. Seriously. All day long I'm at work with "A-mer-i-ca, Fuck Yeah!" going on a constant loop in the back of my head. I know that at some point I'll just start singing it out loud. And then I'll get the funny looks again. I hate the funny looks. But I hate the Red Sox more. Damn Red Sox.
I just finished rereading Valley of the Dolls. Amusing book. Depressing book. I can't really remember much of the movie, but I always picture Patty Duke as Neely O'Hara when I read it. The whole evil people and drug abuse stuff aside, the book really depresses me because of the whole 'woman needs man' theme. It' so offensive. That all women desperately want to get married on some level. That a man has to be the one to support the family even if the woman has millions. That a woman needs to be married to be successful. Even if you have piles of money and a great career you're something to be pitied without a husband. And then the idea that men cheat because they're men. It's just what they do. Women accept it and move on. So gross. So very, very gross. Blech. I think the thing I really like about the book is that pills (especially sleeping pills) are called dolls. It's a habit my family has picked up, for no reason I can explain. We just call sleeping pills dolls. Like last night Mom told me to just take some dolls and go to bed.
We have lots of little in jokes, the folks and I. Like Dad and I often do a whole, "Let us go then you and I" schtick whenever we're heading off somewhere. We've done that since before I ever read the poem. It's weird and dorky, but a funny family thing. We often call Dad Sparky or Clark because of a whole Wally World/National Lampoon's Vacation thing we have going. We have our dolls. We have little nicknames and jokes and things like that. We have jokes about Dad's girlfriend and now his boyfriend (usually his roommates) and Mom's boyfriend - though now that he's going to be a father and all she hardly ever talks to him which takes all the fun out of that joke. Most of the time they make no sense to anyone else and often convince others that we are not a healthy family. But we really are. It's just our weird sense of humor. I like the fact that our brains are twisted in the same way. Drugs and poetry and mockery bringing us closer. Good times.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Woo
Daddy made Captain. So you will now all have to start calling him Captain Bill. Just so you know. Until he gets annoyed and threatens you. Then you can stop. But not until then.
See, Mommy's Magical Heart got Dad a promotion. That puppy is POWERFUL.
See, Mommy's Magical Heart got Dad a promotion. That puppy is POWERFUL.
I'm Not Feeling Well... (excuse the swearing)
Shit mother fuck! Goddamn those motherfucking Red Sox. ARGH!
Sorry. Had to get that out. Cannot believe the Yankees haven't wrapped this up already. And with today's weather it looks like we'll have to wait until tomorrow to put that team out of it's misery. Bah.
I'm not having a happy day. Really. The Yankees haven't won yet. I just typed that as one and not won because I'm not very bright. I had to walk to work (well, to the train and then to the office from the train) in the cold and the wet (uphill, both ways, with snow as well as rain and no shoes). And it's still cold and wet. I have a really gross overflowing catbox that I just cannot be bothered with right now. My apartment is vile. Seriously. I weigh about a thousand pounds. Some bitch I work with gave my freaking cell phone number to my jackass of a boss and they both felt it was acceptable to use it on a Sunday night. And I know if I don't change it he'll start making a habit of calling me on the weekends and at night and on vacations because he is evil. Which is why I've spent the past couple of years not letting him have it. And I'm annoyed at the fuckers who trip over themselves in the elevator to let the girls out first even if they're at the back of the elevator. I'm a girl, not a freak who can't handle waiting at the back of an elevator for half a second. And it does take you boneheads longer to push yourselves up against the wall and indicate to me that I should go... and poop on you. And Muppet is leaving me for a week to go to London. And all the freakin' gross black and mint jelly beans in my jelly bean tub. And the cramps. Oh my god the cramps are making me want to cry. CRY!!! WEEP!!!
Anyone wanna come over and hang out tonight? Heh.
But really, I'm being a spoiled child. Because yesterday brought the best news ever. Mom is doing well. Really well. Super duper well. Best Heart Attack Ever well. She got her stress test results back yesterday and the cardiologist said if he ever has a heart attack then he wants the heart attack Mom had. YAY! My Mom really is freakishly overachieving. It's always going for the A+ with her. But yeah. There wasn't any damage to her heart. It's functioning normally and with medication and some slight lifestyle changes (though not as much of a sodium cut down as she thought) she should be good to go for a million years. Or at least to her goal of seeing me turn fifty. Though why she wants to see that after seeing how well I handle 30, I don't know. But, I'm so happy. I'm happy for me to know this and feel better about her and worry a little less. I'm happy for her because I think it's a big weight off of her and now she can get back to her life without worrying that something might be wrong that she can't really feel. It's all so good. Go Mommy, go Mommy, It's your birthday, it's your birthday...
Maybe I shouldn't've put my Mommy news at the bottom of the swearing entry? But see, I wrote about the awesomeness of her heart and now the cramps are gone. Her heart is magical. That's how she's able to love the complete idiot that she and Daddy raised. Magical Mommy Heart.
Sorry. Had to get that out. Cannot believe the Yankees haven't wrapped this up already. And with today's weather it looks like we'll have to wait until tomorrow to put that team out of it's misery. Bah.
I'm not having a happy day. Really. The Yankees haven't won yet. I just typed that as one and not won because I'm not very bright. I had to walk to work (well, to the train and then to the office from the train) in the cold and the wet (uphill, both ways, with snow as well as rain and no shoes). And it's still cold and wet. I have a really gross overflowing catbox that I just cannot be bothered with right now. My apartment is vile. Seriously. I weigh about a thousand pounds. Some bitch I work with gave my freaking cell phone number to my jackass of a boss and they both felt it was acceptable to use it on a Sunday night. And I know if I don't change it he'll start making a habit of calling me on the weekends and at night and on vacations because he is evil. Which is why I've spent the past couple of years not letting him have it. And I'm annoyed at the fuckers who trip over themselves in the elevator to let the girls out first even if they're at the back of the elevator. I'm a girl, not a freak who can't handle waiting at the back of an elevator for half a second. And it does take you boneheads longer to push yourselves up against the wall and indicate to me that I should go... and poop on you. And Muppet is leaving me for a week to go to London. And all the freakin' gross black and mint jelly beans in my jelly bean tub. And the cramps. Oh my god the cramps are making me want to cry. CRY!!! WEEP!!!
Anyone wanna come over and hang out tonight? Heh.
But really, I'm being a spoiled child. Because yesterday brought the best news ever. Mom is doing well. Really well. Super duper well. Best Heart Attack Ever well. She got her stress test results back yesterday and the cardiologist said if he ever has a heart attack then he wants the heart attack Mom had. YAY! My Mom really is freakishly overachieving. It's always going for the A+ with her. But yeah. There wasn't any damage to her heart. It's functioning normally and with medication and some slight lifestyle changes (though not as much of a sodium cut down as she thought) she should be good to go for a million years. Or at least to her goal of seeing me turn fifty. Though why she wants to see that after seeing how well I handle 30, I don't know. But, I'm so happy. I'm happy for me to know this and feel better about her and worry a little less. I'm happy for her because I think it's a big weight off of her and now she can get back to her life without worrying that something might be wrong that she can't really feel. It's all so good. Go Mommy, go Mommy, It's your birthday, it's your birthday...
Maybe I shouldn't've put my Mommy news at the bottom of the swearing entry? But see, I wrote about the awesomeness of her heart and now the cramps are gone. Her heart is magical. That's how she's able to love the complete idiot that she and Daddy raised. Magical Mommy Heart.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Manda Shot
Turnip is off gallivanting around Poland. Because once in a while her life is way more exciting than mine. I'm not in Poland. Though I totally get to play with Pumpkin's new PUPPY this weekend and she does not so HA! Or something.
Anyway, gallivanting around Poland for work apparently involves a lot of drinking. I don't know why. It just does. So she IMs me yesterday to inform me of a drink she saw over there called a Manda Shot. How awesome is that? She sent me photos of the menu with the Manda Shot on it as well as some advertisement or something to do with the Manda Shot and it seems like it might have something to do with a superhero. And I need to find out more about this. I mean, a superhero named Manda? A drink called the Manda Shot? Well, a shot called the Manda Shot. It's all very exciting and I must know more. Though so far my research isn't bringing up much. And I am a little worried about the fact that the superhero cartoon girl in the photo was a blonde and that's WAY off from the true superhero Manda. Because I am the true superhero Manda and I have dark brown hair.
Super Manda! Manda Shot! So cool.
Turnip never mentioned what is actually in a Manda Shot. She was probably drunk while IMing me even though she said she wasn't. Luckily she's in Poland for a while and can do some more research for me. Yay. Get on that, young Turnip!
Anyway, gallivanting around Poland for work apparently involves a lot of drinking. I don't know why. It just does. So she IMs me yesterday to inform me of a drink she saw over there called a Manda Shot. How awesome is that? She sent me photos of the menu with the Manda Shot on it as well as some advertisement or something to do with the Manda Shot and it seems like it might have something to do with a superhero. And I need to find out more about this. I mean, a superhero named Manda? A drink called the Manda Shot? Well, a shot called the Manda Shot. It's all very exciting and I must know more. Though so far my research isn't bringing up much. And I am a little worried about the fact that the superhero cartoon girl in the photo was a blonde and that's WAY off from the true superhero Manda. Because I am the true superhero Manda and I have dark brown hair.
Super Manda! Manda Shot! So cool.
Turnip never mentioned what is actually in a Manda Shot. She was probably drunk while IMing me even though she said she wasn't. Luckily she's in Poland for a while and can do some more research for me. Yay. Get on that, young Turnip!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)