Okay, y'all. I LOVED New York Minute. It was actually awesome and a lot of fun. Even Buzz loved it. It wasn't just me. The scene where CuteDean first meets the twins is hilarious. And while they didn't actually SHOW it, there was a LOT of naked Olsen twin going on in that movie. Ashley has a shower scene and a naked dumpster scene. And she spends like twenty minutes of the movie in a towel. I was kinda in awe. It seemed a little inappropriate. And totally fantastic. And CuteDean totally takes his top off - which rocks. You all need to go see it. Really. I wish I was better able to describe the true fabulousness of the movie. It totally made me want to go get a make-over at Big Shirl's House of Bling. It's an awesome movie and I may have to see it again. I'll certainly have to get the DVD. I'm so embarrassed.
Before the movie Buzz and I were walking to dinner and I'd asked him if he'd seen 13 Going on 30. He asked me what kind of guy I thought he was. I said he was "the kinda guy who's going to see the Oslen Twins Movie with me." Some guy was passing us on the sidewalk in the same direction and he just lost it when I said that and kept looking back and giggling. So I totally lost it too. And Buzz decided he could never show his face in that neighborhood again. Though maybe after loving the movie so much he can feel comfortable coming back to midtown some day.
This discussion came about because we were discussing my relatively low mental age. I was talking about how well I bond with little Beyonce because we are both 10 and he felt I was closer to 12. But I'm turning 30. And there's a movie called 13 Going On 30... so it was decided that I am 13 Going On 30. I would be offended, but it's so true. I'm never going to be a grown up.
Buzz and I also spent a few minutes discussing Friendster so I once again spent a hunk of my morning messing around on that. Lovey finally accepted me as her Friendster and I found out Rock Star Fran is on it too. Have y'all made me your friendster yet? Have you made my Mom your friendster yet? Have YOU!?!?!? Like Buzz said, it's just a popularity contest and I am NOT winning right now.
Oh, and this morning I took that all sex no drugs purity test thing that I've seen in some other blogs lately. And I'm really embarrassed. But I will NOT be posting my results here. I just wanted to let you all know, I'm embarrassed. Daddy - my score was 100% pure. It was.
Tonight I think I'll be seeing Troy. Maybe. Planning things with more than two people can be exhausting. And then cleaning for the rest of the weekend. And maybe gardening. Depending upon the weather and my ability to find gardening gloves and azalea plants. I think Vader is coming over to help tomorrow so that'll be nice. Someone to inspire me to clean and keep me from sitting on my tushy. Yay.
***Dad, read no further***
Okay, for Muffy and Steph - for the LAST time. I have rules. Very few rules, but rules. And I'm going to cling to them.
I don't do anyone I don't actively want.
I don't do anyone under 18.
I don't do people with significant others that I know (ie, I don't do my friends' significant others)
And I DO NOT DO MARRIED PEOPLE!
Some people just cannot learn it seems. I may have to print out flashcards for y'all.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Log Ride
I sorta feel like I should clarify yesterday's ramblings. I love my life and don't want anyone else's. I think what I was (and am?) envying is just those times in life when you can just be really excited about something. Things are going well for me, but there isn't anything big or exciting happening right now (birthday week doesn't count and Vegas 2005 is MONTHS away). Like when you have an awesome crush or something amazing happens in your career or you find out you're going to have a baby or move someplace wonderful and exotic. Just those incredible moments where you feel so excited and happy and goofy that you can't stand it. Whether they're small day long ones or month long ones. They're just awesome. And I want one. Maybe I'll have to go find a great job or get a big crush or fall in love or something. Though I guess those moments are best when they aren't forced, huh?
I was thinking about a goofy junior high one of mine yesterday. I think it was 7th or 8th grade. There was this guy I was totally crushing on and had been for a while. I have no idea why. He wasn't all that spectacular. In fact, when I first met him I thought he looked kinda like a non-blue smurf. But he was a really nice guy. And one of the adored popular boys. And really funny too. And he would not swear at all and said things like Dagnabit which I thought was so cute. And I was like 13 so whatever. I was just totally IN LOVE in a 13 year old way.
It was the end of the school year and so it was Rusheon Jr High night at Hamel's Park, the small amusement park in our town. So my girlfriends and I went. And he was there with his buddies. And I was all giddy at seeing him. And my girlfriends knew I was crushing on him so we all just acted like idiots trying to follow his posse around and trying to figure out how to get him to ride on the train with me that circles the park - where the kids go to make out. And it was so awesome. At one point we were gathered at the log ride with a few from each posse planning to ride. I hated log rides but was going to go for it. Only problem is there were 7 of us and only 6 fit in each log. So I was going to bow out. Then one guy said he'd ride alone and gave me his seat. Right in front of Matt. Y'all! I was so excited I think I almost peed. It was in the back half of the car so I was behind the hot Derek (who I crushed on at a later date and I'm not 100% that his name was Derek) and in front of Matt. Who put his hands around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Bliss! I was on a high for the rest of the week I think.
After the log ride he turned to me and asked if I wanted to ride the roller coaster. I HATE roller coasters. They scare me to pieces. I was 25 years old and on my 5th Walt Disney World visit before I finally worked up the courage to ride Space Mountain. And that is not even a major coaster. I'm a little better about them now - being almost 30 - but I was a wuss at 12 or 13. About coasters at least. So my friends all snickered when he asked because they KNOW I'm not going on that coaster. But they were mistaken about the extreme power of CUTE BOY over me. I said yes before I knew what I was doing. I think I spent the whole ride with my eyes closed and grasping onto Matt for dear life (not such a bad thing).
And that was it. Nothing ever happened with Matt and I. But that didn't really seem to matter. It was just so awesome an event in my little world on it's own and the possibilities it opened up in my mind. I was so excited and peppy and insane. I went home that night and described the whole thing in detail in my diary. And then I drew a diagram of the log and who was sitting where. A diagram.
It makes me a little giddy still, a million years later, thinking about it. Hee. So cute.
Dammit, I just read that Hamel's park closed in 1999. I am very sad. What's happened to Shreveport? No Hamel's, no Captain's baseball team... I don't know how much more I can take. And now I'm feeling all nostalgic for Bossier City and Shreveport, LA. I should get back there sometime soon.
I was thinking about a goofy junior high one of mine yesterday. I think it was 7th or 8th grade. There was this guy I was totally crushing on and had been for a while. I have no idea why. He wasn't all that spectacular. In fact, when I first met him I thought he looked kinda like a non-blue smurf. But he was a really nice guy. And one of the adored popular boys. And really funny too. And he would not swear at all and said things like Dagnabit which I thought was so cute. And I was like 13 so whatever. I was just totally IN LOVE in a 13 year old way.
It was the end of the school year and so it was Rusheon Jr High night at Hamel's Park, the small amusement park in our town. So my girlfriends and I went. And he was there with his buddies. And I was all giddy at seeing him. And my girlfriends knew I was crushing on him so we all just acted like idiots trying to follow his posse around and trying to figure out how to get him to ride on the train with me that circles the park - where the kids go to make out. And it was so awesome. At one point we were gathered at the log ride with a few from each posse planning to ride. I hated log rides but was going to go for it. Only problem is there were 7 of us and only 6 fit in each log. So I was going to bow out. Then one guy said he'd ride alone and gave me his seat. Right in front of Matt. Y'all! I was so excited I think I almost peed. It was in the back half of the car so I was behind the hot Derek (who I crushed on at a later date and I'm not 100% that his name was Derek) and in front of Matt. Who put his hands around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Bliss! I was on a high for the rest of the week I think.
After the log ride he turned to me and asked if I wanted to ride the roller coaster. I HATE roller coasters. They scare me to pieces. I was 25 years old and on my 5th Walt Disney World visit before I finally worked up the courage to ride Space Mountain. And that is not even a major coaster. I'm a little better about them now - being almost 30 - but I was a wuss at 12 or 13. About coasters at least. So my friends all snickered when he asked because they KNOW I'm not going on that coaster. But they were mistaken about the extreme power of CUTE BOY over me. I said yes before I knew what I was doing. I think I spent the whole ride with my eyes closed and grasping onto Matt for dear life (not such a bad thing).
And that was it. Nothing ever happened with Matt and I. But that didn't really seem to matter. It was just so awesome an event in my little world on it's own and the possibilities it opened up in my mind. I was so excited and peppy and insane. I went home that night and described the whole thing in detail in my diary. And then I drew a diagram of the log and who was sitting where. A diagram.
It makes me a little giddy still, a million years later, thinking about it. Hee. So cute.
Dammit, I just read that Hamel's park closed in 1999. I am very sad. What's happened to Shreveport? No Hamel's, no Captain's baseball team... I don't know how much more I can take. And now I'm feeling all nostalgic for Bossier City and Shreveport, LA. I should get back there sometime soon.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I was a little bummed yesterday, feeling like I don't have a lot of friends in New York because I didn't have that many people to invite to Birthday Week. But everyone's been telling me that I sent my b-day week email to a lot of people. So apparently I'm just being silly again.
I read Pamie.com a lot (she celebrates Birthday Week too - turns out a LOT of people celebrate Birthday Week) and lately she's been writing about being engaged and house shopping and her life and her work and so on and so forth. And I love my life and I don't want to be engaged or live in California (though having a career I liked and writing for TWoP would be awesome), but she seems to be having one of those great life moments where you can kinda just be really happy and content about the way things are and have lots to be excited about and all. So I don't actually want her life, but I theoretically want her life. Does that make any sense? I think it's more that I want my life but I want to have exciting life moment stuff in it. Like a new and exciting job to look forward to or just a lot of really great things happening or something. I don't know. I was also insanely jealous of Turnip's life on Friday as she was getting ready to host a fabulous jacuzzi party with a variety of hot actors attending. How cool is that? Now, I was off to have a really fun weekend with an awesome friend I've known since high school and wouldn't have traded that weekend for hot boys in a jacuzzi, but I was still envying Turnip's life at the moment. You know? Tina Fey's life would be cool now too actually with the Bust cover and Mean Girls and all. Oh hell. I like my life best of all.
Because, really, my life is pretty awesome. I'm celebrating Birthday Week and somehow have enough friends and family who will humor me so that I can get away with it. Hell, some people actually seem excited about it. Well, they're excited about week long fun activities and seeing mutual friends and all more than they're excited about adoring me for a week, but whatever. I'll take it.
I just typed a whole list of things that are great about my life, but it bored me. So I'm sparing y'all. Be grateful. My life is interesting. Lists about my life? Not so interesting.
Speaking of people humoring me... Buzz and I are going to see the Olsen Twin movie tomorrow night. Woo. Muffy (or Muffuletta as Steph sometimes calls her), you are off the hook. You owe Buzz a big ole kiss. Those Olsen twins have been popping up in Page Six a lot lately. Very odd. I guess the almost 18 thing and finally having a movie in theaters is raising interest or something. Huh. Weird. They were speculating about the loss of Ashley's virginity today. Poor thing. I'd freak the fuck out if anyone speculated about the loss of mine (which, Daddy, hasn't happened yet - and never will!), let alone something as widely read as Star Magazine or Page Six. Dang. I cannot believe I spent a paragraph on the Olsen Twins again. Dammit!
Have I mentioned yet that my parents are in CHINA, WITHOUT me? So not over that yet. But it sounds like a really awesome time. And I'm happy for them. I think. No, I am. Very happy for them. And very jealous.
I read Pamie.com a lot (she celebrates Birthday Week too - turns out a LOT of people celebrate Birthday Week) and lately she's been writing about being engaged and house shopping and her life and her work and so on and so forth. And I love my life and I don't want to be engaged or live in California (though having a career I liked and writing for TWoP would be awesome), but she seems to be having one of those great life moments where you can kinda just be really happy and content about the way things are and have lots to be excited about and all. So I don't actually want her life, but I theoretically want her life. Does that make any sense? I think it's more that I want my life but I want to have exciting life moment stuff in it. Like a new and exciting job to look forward to or just a lot of really great things happening or something. I don't know. I was also insanely jealous of Turnip's life on Friday as she was getting ready to host a fabulous jacuzzi party with a variety of hot actors attending. How cool is that? Now, I was off to have a really fun weekend with an awesome friend I've known since high school and wouldn't have traded that weekend for hot boys in a jacuzzi, but I was still envying Turnip's life at the moment. You know? Tina Fey's life would be cool now too actually with the Bust cover and Mean Girls and all. Oh hell. I like my life best of all.
Because, really, my life is pretty awesome. I'm celebrating Birthday Week and somehow have enough friends and family who will humor me so that I can get away with it. Hell, some people actually seem excited about it. Well, they're excited about week long fun activities and seeing mutual friends and all more than they're excited about adoring me for a week, but whatever. I'll take it.
I just typed a whole list of things that are great about my life, but it bored me. So I'm sparing y'all. Be grateful. My life is interesting. Lists about my life? Not so interesting.
Speaking of people humoring me... Buzz and I are going to see the Olsen Twin movie tomorrow night. Woo. Muffy (or Muffuletta as Steph sometimes calls her), you are off the hook. You owe Buzz a big ole kiss. Those Olsen twins have been popping up in Page Six a lot lately. Very odd. I guess the almost 18 thing and finally having a movie in theaters is raising interest or something. Huh. Weird. They were speculating about the loss of Ashley's virginity today. Poor thing. I'd freak the fuck out if anyone speculated about the loss of mine (which, Daddy, hasn't happened yet - and never will!), let alone something as widely read as Star Magazine or Page Six. Dang. I cannot believe I spent a paragraph on the Olsen Twins again. Dammit!
Have I mentioned yet that my parents are in CHINA, WITHOUT me? So not over that yet. But it sounds like a really awesome time. And I'm happy for them. I think. No, I am. Very happy for them. And very jealous.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Birthday Week Count Down
One Month
I just sent out the email announcing that Birthday Week starts in One Month. Just to give everyone a heads up so they can arrange their calendars accordingly. Because my ego knows no bounds. It's awesome that way. I really do hope folks come to and enjoy birthday week. Or my ego may have to sit in a corner and cry while I drink madly. Or something.
Last night was a pretty awesome thunderstorm. For New York especially. I remember when I was in NC and we'd sit out on the porch swing sometimes and just watch the lightening and rain and all that. Loved that. I kinda miss good rain storms and thunder storms and all that. Had it been early evening I would've loved sitting out in the back yard watching it or something. Maybe. I don't really have much of an awning back there. Though I guess it's not like I actually have the good sense to come in out of the rain on a normal day anyway. Unfortunately this was a late night one so I just woke up, noted that there was a storm and then kinda went back to sleep. Okay, I guess it couldn't have been that awesome of a storm then, huh?
I just sent out the email announcing that Birthday Week starts in One Month. Just to give everyone a heads up so they can arrange their calendars accordingly. Because my ego knows no bounds. It's awesome that way. I really do hope folks come to and enjoy birthday week. Or my ego may have to sit in a corner and cry while I drink madly. Or something.
Last night was a pretty awesome thunderstorm. For New York especially. I remember when I was in NC and we'd sit out on the porch swing sometimes and just watch the lightening and rain and all that. Loved that. I kinda miss good rain storms and thunder storms and all that. Had it been early evening I would've loved sitting out in the back yard watching it or something. Maybe. I don't really have much of an awning back there. Though I guess it's not like I actually have the good sense to come in out of the rain on a normal day anyway. Unfortunately this was a late night one so I just woke up, noted that there was a storm and then kinda went back to sleep. Okay, I guess it couldn't have been that awesome of a storm then, huh?
Monday, May 10, 2004
Busy Weekend
Quite the busy weekend. Friday was more quality time with Amtrak. I'm very, very glad I signed up with their guest rewards program a while ago. Coming in handy these days. I think I can actually switch 5,000 miles to Continental now if I want. Or get free Amtrak tickets. Hmmmm... Anyway, the train was lovely as always. Lots of reading, writing and marveling at human nature. The guy sitting next to me had many buddies on the train so he was hardly ever in his seat. I'm wondering where he kept going off to smoke though, because he REEKED whenever he sat back down next to me. Hmmmm... Bathroom maybe? You could fit a couple smoking buddies in the business class car ones I think.
Saturday was brunch (as always in Boston) at Renee's. Then Hoku walking around the lake - gorgeous day for it. Then Mean Girls. I really liked it. It was good. Though I think I had thought it would've been even better. I don't really remember ever being that mean in High School either. Of course, being that mean would have required caring more about things I couldn't be bothered to care about. Or something. I think I was much meaner in grade school and junior high. I was over the mean thing by high school. Well, over it and totally embarrassed by it.
Anyway, then off to dinner at an Ethiopian place where Pumpkin got smashed on honey wine. I don't care what she says, Fishboy and I both agree that when you say the stairs are hard and you're dizzy that means you're drunk. Silly Pumpkin. And then off for drunken used book store shopping. Pumpkin made me get two gardening books. I now have a giant book on nothing but azaleas. I now have to put azaleas in my backyard. No choice.
It was kinda like date night with Muffy and Steph but switched up. Instead of dinner (making drunk Muffy) then book store then movie we did movie, then dinner (making drunk Pumpkin) then bookstore. Hey, I have a fourth couple in the running for my affections! Woo. I'm never going to decide which one to truly commit to though. Well, I suspect Pumpkin and Fishboy probably don't really want to date me and Buzz and Chuck are hardly around so maybe they aren't so much in the running. Maybe they are just there in case I get dumped by the other couples and am desperate or if I need to whip Muffy & Steph into shape by taunting them with my other options. This paragraph probably only made sense to a handful of folks. Sorry.
Anyway, more brunch on Sunday and then back on the train so I could make it to Madison Square Garden to see the live Survivor Finale. Because who doesn't love being part of a live studio audience? PimpDaddy managed to score tickets through his brother and decided to take me and Steph and another friend - because he's just that awesome of a Pimp.
It was an amusing experience. I am not enough of a Survivor junkie to make it the best night ever, but it was fun. I do have to say though that these folks do not understand crowd control. Lots of mulitcolored wristbands, strange line flows and lots of seat moving and cat herding involved. We ended up in the one section that didn't appear to get any camera time. Heh. There goes my shot at fame and fortune. But we got a good view of Jeff and all. And we were near enough to the middle section to see all the reality-show 'celebrities' filing in. It was awesome to see everyone freak when anyone walked in. Apparently there were quite a few folks from the last two seasons of Survivor which I didn't watch. But then there were some I did remember like Clay and Roger and Butch and such. And some folks from Big Brother episodes that I'd seen. And a few Amazing Race folks too. Mom & Dad: I got a good view of Zack (minus Flo) and the Air Traffic Control guy, Dave. And Team Guido was sitting down front being annoying in matching red shirts so there was that too. And I think that's all I can remember. I was mostly sitting down until I heard the shrieks or until PimpDaddy told me of a new person to check out. I had Steph to chat with and free pringles and M&Ms to enjoy. Corporate Sponsorship and all.
Not too many things different from what was seen on TV. There was a HORRIBLE 'comic' who came to pump up the crowd in the beginning and during the breaks. Lots of old unfunny jokes and a bit of fart humor. Even a Paris Hilton underwear joke. Such a tool. At one point he asked Jeff if he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy and Jeff showed us he was wearing bright green underwear of some kind. Very odd. Jeff also mentioned how the audience was booing or cheering after EVERY SINGLE comment a contestant made, which was pretty true. He said we were like a wrestling crowd or something. I don't know. Loud crowd. Oh, and when they were setting up and having the jury come out to do the live Finale, Tina came on out and sat down and had to be fetched back as they were only doing the jury and the vote and all first. THEN the reunion. Hee. And there was a bit of a kerfluffle during the reunion after Jerri spoke and then she took off. She really shouldn't have taken it to heart. The only person they were really cheering was Rupert, who annoys me no end. And half the time they'd turn around and boo someone they had just cheered a second ago. I liked to yell randomly. But mostly I was cracking up.
There were a TON of kids in the audience which I wasn't expecting. I didn't think it was such a kid show. There were also lots of skanks with I heart Rob signs. See, this is one of the reasons I feel dirty for thinking Boston Rob is hot. I don't want to be like the skanks with I heart Rob signs and wearing buffs as tube tops. I would rather be a more unique, non tube top wearing kinda skank. You know? I wonder how the skanks felt about the BRob & Ambah engagement. I wonder if Amber will have a pre-nup. Heh.
Anyway, it was a fun weekend and I am very grateful to Pumpkin and PimpDaddy for showing me such an awesome time. Now I gotta figure out what exciting thing to do tonight. Eh, who am I kidding. Tonight I clean my apartment and clear my TiVo. I can only maintain my fabulous rock star life a couple days in a row. Then I get tired like the old woman I am.
Saturday was brunch (as always in Boston) at Renee's. Then Hoku walking around the lake - gorgeous day for it. Then Mean Girls. I really liked it. It was good. Though I think I had thought it would've been even better. I don't really remember ever being that mean in High School either. Of course, being that mean would have required caring more about things I couldn't be bothered to care about. Or something. I think I was much meaner in grade school and junior high. I was over the mean thing by high school. Well, over it and totally embarrassed by it.
Anyway, then off to dinner at an Ethiopian place where Pumpkin got smashed on honey wine. I don't care what she says, Fishboy and I both agree that when you say the stairs are hard and you're dizzy that means you're drunk. Silly Pumpkin. And then off for drunken used book store shopping. Pumpkin made me get two gardening books. I now have a giant book on nothing but azaleas. I now have to put azaleas in my backyard. No choice.
It was kinda like date night with Muffy and Steph but switched up. Instead of dinner (making drunk Muffy) then book store then movie we did movie, then dinner (making drunk Pumpkin) then bookstore. Hey, I have a fourth couple in the running for my affections! Woo. I'm never going to decide which one to truly commit to though. Well, I suspect Pumpkin and Fishboy probably don't really want to date me and Buzz and Chuck are hardly around so maybe they aren't so much in the running. Maybe they are just there in case I get dumped by the other couples and am desperate or if I need to whip Muffy & Steph into shape by taunting them with my other options. This paragraph probably only made sense to a handful of folks. Sorry.
Anyway, more brunch on Sunday and then back on the train so I could make it to Madison Square Garden to see the live Survivor Finale. Because who doesn't love being part of a live studio audience? PimpDaddy managed to score tickets through his brother and decided to take me and Steph and another friend - because he's just that awesome of a Pimp.
It was an amusing experience. I am not enough of a Survivor junkie to make it the best night ever, but it was fun. I do have to say though that these folks do not understand crowd control. Lots of mulitcolored wristbands, strange line flows and lots of seat moving and cat herding involved. We ended up in the one section that didn't appear to get any camera time. Heh. There goes my shot at fame and fortune. But we got a good view of Jeff and all. And we were near enough to the middle section to see all the reality-show 'celebrities' filing in. It was awesome to see everyone freak when anyone walked in. Apparently there were quite a few folks from the last two seasons of Survivor which I didn't watch. But then there were some I did remember like Clay and Roger and Butch and such. And some folks from Big Brother episodes that I'd seen. And a few Amazing Race folks too. Mom & Dad: I got a good view of Zack (minus Flo) and the Air Traffic Control guy, Dave. And Team Guido was sitting down front being annoying in matching red shirts so there was that too. And I think that's all I can remember. I was mostly sitting down until I heard the shrieks or until PimpDaddy told me of a new person to check out. I had Steph to chat with and free pringles and M&Ms to enjoy. Corporate Sponsorship and all.
Not too many things different from what was seen on TV. There was a HORRIBLE 'comic' who came to pump up the crowd in the beginning and during the breaks. Lots of old unfunny jokes and a bit of fart humor. Even a Paris Hilton underwear joke. Such a tool. At one point he asked Jeff if he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy and Jeff showed us he was wearing bright green underwear of some kind. Very odd. Jeff also mentioned how the audience was booing or cheering after EVERY SINGLE comment a contestant made, which was pretty true. He said we were like a wrestling crowd or something. I don't know. Loud crowd. Oh, and when they were setting up and having the jury come out to do the live Finale, Tina came on out and sat down and had to be fetched back as they were only doing the jury and the vote and all first. THEN the reunion. Hee. And there was a bit of a kerfluffle during the reunion after Jerri spoke and then she took off. She really shouldn't have taken it to heart. The only person they were really cheering was Rupert, who annoys me no end. And half the time they'd turn around and boo someone they had just cheered a second ago. I liked to yell randomly. But mostly I was cracking up.
There were a TON of kids in the audience which I wasn't expecting. I didn't think it was such a kid show. There were also lots of skanks with I heart Rob signs. See, this is one of the reasons I feel dirty for thinking Boston Rob is hot. I don't want to be like the skanks with I heart Rob signs and wearing buffs as tube tops. I would rather be a more unique, non tube top wearing kinda skank. You know? I wonder how the skanks felt about the BRob & Ambah engagement. I wonder if Amber will have a pre-nup. Heh.
Anyway, it was a fun weekend and I am very grateful to Pumpkin and PimpDaddy for showing me such an awesome time. Now I gotta figure out what exciting thing to do tonight. Eh, who am I kidding. Tonight I clean my apartment and clear my TiVo. I can only maintain my fabulous rock star life a couple days in a row. Then I get tired like the old woman I am.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Bad, bad me.
I'm feeling pissy. It's gorgeous and sunny and warm outside right now and I'm trapped in the office of the evil empire. How is that a good thing? It is not. There's also not a lot that must be done right now so I'm not even feeling like it's useful for me to be trapped in the office of the evil empire. I am a whiney baby.
I did actually get out to run some errands and things. Which was nice. I have mucho gifts to buy for birthdays and mother's day and all that. Though my mother is spending Mother's Day touring China without me. Because she obviously does not love me as she should. She's been shooting the family emails from the road and it sounds like such a fabulous trip. I need to go on a fabulous trip. Does anyone want to go on a fabulous vacation with me? Let me know.
PimpDaddy somehow got tickets for the Survivor Finale at MSG and invited me. Because he is a darling, darling man. And the best pimp ever. I should have a shirt made for him. Though now I'm trying to figure out how early I can leave Boston on Sunday. It's Pumpkin's birthday and I want to celebrate and rejoice with her. And have brunch - though brunch on Mother's Day is going to be a nightmare. So, I'm waiting to hear if she'll still love me if I leave early or not. Maybe if I give her a big wad of cash for her birthday... 11AM isn't that early, right? I'm such a bad friend.
But, it should be fun. If Pumpkin lets me go. I'm looking forward to ogling Boston Rob (even though it makes me feel dirty to do so) and hang out with the rowdy crowd. Though MSG is huge so the odds are that we'll be all the way in the back against the wall straining to hear what's going on. But I'm kinda okay with that. It should be a kick anyway. And if Muffy and Steph are there too, well the snarking should achieve levels not seen before in this country. Yay! Snark!
I did actually get out to run some errands and things. Which was nice. I have mucho gifts to buy for birthdays and mother's day and all that. Though my mother is spending Mother's Day touring China without me. Because she obviously does not love me as she should. She's been shooting the family emails from the road and it sounds like such a fabulous trip. I need to go on a fabulous trip. Does anyone want to go on a fabulous vacation with me? Let me know.
PimpDaddy somehow got tickets for the Survivor Finale at MSG and invited me. Because he is a darling, darling man. And the best pimp ever. I should have a shirt made for him. Though now I'm trying to figure out how early I can leave Boston on Sunday. It's Pumpkin's birthday and I want to celebrate and rejoice with her. And have brunch - though brunch on Mother's Day is going to be a nightmare. So, I'm waiting to hear if she'll still love me if I leave early or not. Maybe if I give her a big wad of cash for her birthday... 11AM isn't that early, right? I'm such a bad friend.
But, it should be fun. If Pumpkin lets me go. I'm looking forward to ogling Boston Rob (even though it makes me feel dirty to do so) and hang out with the rowdy crowd. Though MSG is huge so the odds are that we'll be all the way in the back against the wall straining to hear what's going on. But I'm kinda okay with that. It should be a kick anyway. And if Muffy and Steph are there too, well the snarking should achieve levels not seen before in this country. Yay! Snark!
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
This and That
Like a fool, I took a nap yesterday after work. And so I couldn't sleep last night. And now, I am tired. I did get October & November 2003 photos online though so that was nice. The Wally World photos have to be attacked next and I fear them. I think I took about 40 photos of EPCOT alone, on a lovely uncrowded morning in the World Showcase. But I should put them up. It's time. And I could probably stand to get the March/April 2004 photos up too. It's kinda nice actually getting some of this stuff done. Though Image Station seems to darken my photos. Though my photos are probably darker than they need to be anyway. Actually, I'm really hoping to get the Muffy & Steph wedding photos up soon. If Mama Steph gets me some names I should be ready to pull those babies together. Yay! Wait, she just got back to me. She's like the best Mom ever. Well, after my mother of course. And the grandmothers. But then, it's Mama Steph.
I only have three more reading sessions with Beyonce this school year and it makes me sad. I don't suspect strangers will let me have their 10 year old girls to do math with, huh? Dangit. I will just have to make the most of these next three weeks and hope I can read with her again next school year. I wish we were allowed to keep in touch over the summer. But there are rules.
Pumpkin turns older this weekend and I'm heading out of to town to help her celebrate. Sadly she and Fishboy do not want to go see New York Minute (with CuteDean & the Olsen Twins!) with me. So Muffy, it looks like you may be stuck. But there may be a viewing of Mean Girls so that could be fun. And I suspect there will also be brunch. They like the brunch in Boston. Hopefully there will be mad fun and she will enjoy the aging experience. Though Pumpkin does claim that her dislike of her birthday is my fault. Some stuff from her 18th birthday and all. Really, it wasn't that bad. And it wasn't like I acted alone.
Lovey and I were talking about my friends and she was asking if I meant a certain one. I was trying to figure out who she was talking about and she said, "I don't know. Some guy you went to some island with." That sentence and the fact that it can and does apply to my life amuses me. I have some guy I went to some island with. And that still didn't narrow down what guy she was talking about. Awesome. My rock star island life.
Tonight, my rock star life includes cleaning the cat box. I can't even tell you how vile it is. Really. I've been neglecting it for so long that the cats are really angry with me. So I will do that. And you will all envy me. I know.
I only have three more reading sessions with Beyonce this school year and it makes me sad. I don't suspect strangers will let me have their 10 year old girls to do math with, huh? Dangit. I will just have to make the most of these next three weeks and hope I can read with her again next school year. I wish we were allowed to keep in touch over the summer. But there are rules.
Pumpkin turns older this weekend and I'm heading out of to town to help her celebrate. Sadly she and Fishboy do not want to go see New York Minute (with CuteDean & the Olsen Twins!) with me. So Muffy, it looks like you may be stuck. But there may be a viewing of Mean Girls so that could be fun. And I suspect there will also be brunch. They like the brunch in Boston. Hopefully there will be mad fun and she will enjoy the aging experience. Though Pumpkin does claim that her dislike of her birthday is my fault. Some stuff from her 18th birthday and all. Really, it wasn't that bad. And it wasn't like I acted alone.
Lovey and I were talking about my friends and she was asking if I meant a certain one. I was trying to figure out who she was talking about and she said, "I don't know. Some guy you went to some island with." That sentence and the fact that it can and does apply to my life amuses me. I have some guy I went to some island with. And that still didn't narrow down what guy she was talking about. Awesome. My rock star island life.
Tonight, my rock star life includes cleaning the cat box. I can't even tell you how vile it is. Really. I've been neglecting it for so long that the cats are really angry with me. So I will do that. And you will all envy me. I know.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Hee
Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen turn 18 during birthday week this year. Crack my shit up. Hee. Hee. Hee.
I think there should be an event in their honor during birthday week. Heh. Heh. Heh.
I think there should be an event in their honor during birthday week. Heh. Heh. Heh.
Loving the Children's Books
This weekend I went shopping with Muffy and Steph for books to read with little Beyonce. We'd been working on A Little Princess but I think some of the ideas and words and the time period were a bit much for her. Though apparently she owns and loves the movie so at least she likes the story of it. I just love the book. Always have. Anyway. She said she was more into stuff about kids her age in the relatively current time period. And mysteries and comedies were always good. So, a-shopping I went.
I was totally thrilled at how many of the books I loved as a kid are still in print and apparently selling well. All the Judy Blumes and Beverly Clearys. Charlotte's Web and A Wrinkle in Time and the Oz books and such. They had some of the Anne of Green Gables series but not a lot. But they had 'em. So I got a whole bunch of books that I didn't have anymore or that are packed away in boxes in Hawai'i and brought 'em to reading today.
I was actually nervous that she might not like any of the books. But she seemed into the Judy Blumes and all. And we got through the first chapter and a half of Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great. Heh. But then she wanted to do math. They're doing all that year-end testing this week, and this morning they did some math testing. So she was showing me some of the problems she remembered from the morning. I hope she did well. I'm sure she did. She's pretty bright with the math. Not a huge fan of the reading, but we make sure we do that for at least half the lunch hour. And she even read a couple of pages herself too. Though that's slower going.
But I'm glad she liked the books. Though I think Lovey was more excited about them. She wants to do a reading program too. Maybe I can get her hooked into my in the fall semester. Oh, wait. I really don't want to still be here in the fall. Dammit.
I was totally thrilled at how many of the books I loved as a kid are still in print and apparently selling well. All the Judy Blumes and Beverly Clearys. Charlotte's Web and A Wrinkle in Time and the Oz books and such. They had some of the Anne of Green Gables series but not a lot. But they had 'em. So I got a whole bunch of books that I didn't have anymore or that are packed away in boxes in Hawai'i and brought 'em to reading today.
I was actually nervous that she might not like any of the books. But she seemed into the Judy Blumes and all. And we got through the first chapter and a half of Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great. Heh. But then she wanted to do math. They're doing all that year-end testing this week, and this morning they did some math testing. So she was showing me some of the problems she remembered from the morning. I hope she did well. I'm sure she did. She's pretty bright with the math. Not a huge fan of the reading, but we make sure we do that for at least half the lunch hour. And she even read a couple of pages herself too. Though that's slower going.
But I'm glad she liked the books. Though I think Lovey was more excited about them. She wants to do a reading program too. Maybe I can get her hooked into my in the fall semester. Oh, wait. I really don't want to still be here in the fall. Dammit.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Boys Suck
So I was sitting around listening to country music (shut it, I don't want to hear it) and decided to call The Boy. The Boy is a long complicated story that I really don't understand myself so there's no point in explaining him. But, he is. The Boy. He's been around for a million years. And we fight like crazy and make each other insane, but at my darkest moments, I sometimes call him. And vice versa. And we can't see each other in person for more than an hour without fighting. But at times I don't think anyone knows me better. Maybe my parents. Maybe not. But he's always been around and he's complicated and I love him beyond reason and hate him a ton and wish I could be with him always but am also really happy that he lives far away and I only see him once every 3 or 4 years. See? Complicated.
Anyway, country music always reminds me of him and so I was listening to it and feeling melancholy and thought I'd give him a call. It's been almost a year since our last big ugly blow out and I was looking for some of my standard The Boy talk. And didn't get it. It was kind of awkward and mostly boring and bland. And The Boy and I are never boring and bland. It was just so ordinary. There were a couple of moments that seemed like the old us. But they went quickly. And then it went back to being ordinary. I don't know if it was just him or if it was me too. I don't know if we were just trying too hard to make this a non fighting conversation or if we were both still mad about the last fight or if we're both just annoyed at turning 30 or what. But it made me feel more bummed than I did before. Well, not more bummed. I don't really feel bummed. Melancholy? A little lonely? A little tired. A little nostalgic. A little too 29. A little too unsettled but a little too much in a rut? I don't know.
So, if someone could come and remove all the country from my music playing machines, that would be awesome.
I'm gonna have a beer and do the two-step. Y'all have a nice night.
Anyway, country music always reminds me of him and so I was listening to it and feeling melancholy and thought I'd give him a call. It's been almost a year since our last big ugly blow out and I was looking for some of my standard The Boy talk. And didn't get it. It was kind of awkward and mostly boring and bland. And The Boy and I are never boring and bland. It was just so ordinary. There were a couple of moments that seemed like the old us. But they went quickly. And then it went back to being ordinary. I don't know if it was just him or if it was me too. I don't know if we were just trying too hard to make this a non fighting conversation or if we were both still mad about the last fight or if we're both just annoyed at turning 30 or what. But it made me feel more bummed than I did before. Well, not more bummed. I don't really feel bummed. Melancholy? A little lonely? A little tired. A little nostalgic. A little too 29. A little too unsettled but a little too much in a rut? I don't know.
So, if someone could come and remove all the country from my music playing machines, that would be awesome.
I'm gonna have a beer and do the two-step. Y'all have a nice night.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
I hate pimples
Super Fun Week is almost over and it makes me sad. Today is really the last full day of super fun week. Because Friday is the Friday Report day and that's never fun. So I just have to enjoy today as much as possible. Woo. And it's a lovely day too. So I think I'm running outdoor errands this afternoon and leaving at five. Yes, my sexy rock star life.
So, the grill guy downstairs asked me out. Well, he asked me if I wanted to take him out. I think that counts as being asked out though. I told him I'd think about it. I don't know. He doesn't really thrill me. But he seems like a really sweet guy. It's not like it would be the end of the world if we grabbed dinner or something. He does always remember that I like egg whites, broccoli & American cheese on a croissant (wrap if the croissants are all gone) each morning. But I don't know. Why bother going out with someone who doesn't thrill you? Also, he has to be nutty. I do not look good today. Saggy pants, my hair is acting up and I'm totally breaking out like a fiend. Seriously. I would not ask me out today and I'm kinda half in love with me.
Next week is going to suck so hard. Grrrr...
So, the grill guy downstairs asked me out. Well, he asked me if I wanted to take him out. I think that counts as being asked out though. I told him I'd think about it. I don't know. He doesn't really thrill me. But he seems like a really sweet guy. It's not like it would be the end of the world if we grabbed dinner or something. He does always remember that I like egg whites, broccoli & American cheese on a croissant (wrap if the croissants are all gone) each morning. But I don't know. Why bother going out with someone who doesn't thrill you? Also, he has to be nutty. I do not look good today. Saggy pants, my hair is acting up and I'm totally breaking out like a fiend. Seriously. I would not ask me out today and I'm kinda half in love with me.
Next week is going to suck so hard. Grrrr...
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Super Fun Week (not as cool as or to be confused with Birthday Week)
Most of my big bosses are out of the country this week, all week. So it's been a lovely, lovely non-productive week. I'm almost a little sad that as of today, it's half over. I've gotten all kinds of personal stuff done and went to lunch with Rock Star Fran yesterday. Good times. I haven't gotten through nearly enough TWoP recaps this week though. I'm thinking maybe I'll dedicate this afternoon to recaps. Though I do want to make a run to the card store. Maybe I'll do the card store tomorrow. It'll be a nicer day tomorrow. Ah, I love Super Fun Week.
Lovey and I bailed on work early yesterday (it being super fun week and all) and went to see 13 Going on 30. Loved it. Parts of it were totally cornball, but I loved it. Anyone who was a 13 year old girl in the mid to late 80s will probably find lots to cover their eyes about in the movie. Horrible sweaters with hearts on them, wearing as many colors at once as possible, Pat Benetar, partial pony tails (especially ones on the side of your head). Sadly, there was no reference to Breakin' or Breakin' 2. Though I guess she was 13 in '87 (like me) rather than '84 so it would've been past the Breakin' years. Still. Would've been awesome. Man, junior high sucked so hard. And sadly, now that I'm turning 30 I look nothing like Jennifer Garner. But still, loved the movie. Woo.
*Just got back from reading with little Beyonce and she really liked 13 Going on 30 as well. Just so you know. The 10 year olds AND the 30 year olds dig it. I also started teaching her algebra. She is so awesome.
Lovey and I bailed on work early yesterday (it being super fun week and all) and went to see 13 Going on 30. Loved it. Parts of it were totally cornball, but I loved it. Anyone who was a 13 year old girl in the mid to late 80s will probably find lots to cover their eyes about in the movie. Horrible sweaters with hearts on them, wearing as many colors at once as possible, Pat Benetar, partial pony tails (especially ones on the side of your head). Sadly, there was no reference to Breakin' or Breakin' 2. Though I guess she was 13 in '87 (like me) rather than '84 so it would've been past the Breakin' years. Still. Would've been awesome. Man, junior high sucked so hard. And sadly, now that I'm turning 30 I look nothing like Jennifer Garner. But still, loved the movie. Woo.
*Just got back from reading with little Beyonce and she really liked 13 Going on 30 as well. Just so you know. The 10 year olds AND the 30 year olds dig it. I also started teaching her algebra. She is so awesome.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Blog 2: Electric Boogaloo
I watched the start of Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo. How jealous are y'all? I love Breakin' and Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo. The second one actually came out on DVD first. Which is why I have it and not Breakin'. But I have Breakin' on my wish list. For those who want to know. Did y'all know Lela Rochon was in both as an extra (she was married to Ozone)? And Donovan Leitch is dancer in the second one. Hee. And Ice-T. Hee. Well, he was a rapper and not a dancer. Ah, such good times. But I guess Breakin' is the reason movies like You Got Served exist. And that sorta makes me sad. Though You Got Served led to an excellent South Park episode (episode 805) that brought back the Goth kids and the Raisin girls so maybe it's all good. I miss wearing that much neon and dancewear as actual clothing and all that ripped, shredded stuff. Good times.
Otherwise last night was kind of sad. It was my Nana's birthday. And this time last year my grandfather was dying in a hospital bed. And I always think this stuff won't hit me so hard, but then it does. And I just spent most of the evening missing my grandparents and wishing I could be with my Mom to help her get through this time of year. So I got all sad and sappy and wrote an angsty journal entry and then kinda went to bed missing them. I know I'm lucky to have a great family and I've said as much a thousand times, but this week I don't care. I just feel sad and pissy that I don't have them around anymore. There are all kinds of things each week that I want to share with them and I can't. And it pisses me off and makes me sad.
I kinda wish that there were a heaven where I could be back with the friends and family I've lost. Is there a religion that promises that? Because if there is, maybe I can find my faith again.
Man, is it wrong to mourn my grandparents and worship Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo in the same entry? I don't know. Grandpa John would've hated Electric Boogaloo. Nana probably would've laughed at me and went back to playing cards or something. But they both would've watched for at least a bit if I'd asked them to. They're pretty awesome. All of 'em. Nana, Papaw, Bz, Grandpa John. Amazing grandparents.
Otherwise last night was kind of sad. It was my Nana's birthday. And this time last year my grandfather was dying in a hospital bed. And I always think this stuff won't hit me so hard, but then it does. And I just spent most of the evening missing my grandparents and wishing I could be with my Mom to help her get through this time of year. So I got all sad and sappy and wrote an angsty journal entry and then kinda went to bed missing them. I know I'm lucky to have a great family and I've said as much a thousand times, but this week I don't care. I just feel sad and pissy that I don't have them around anymore. There are all kinds of things each week that I want to share with them and I can't. And it pisses me off and makes me sad.
I kinda wish that there were a heaven where I could be back with the friends and family I've lost. Is there a religion that promises that? Because if there is, maybe I can find my faith again.
Man, is it wrong to mourn my grandparents and worship Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo in the same entry? I don't know. Grandpa John would've hated Electric Boogaloo. Nana probably would've laughed at me and went back to playing cards or something. But they both would've watched for at least a bit if I'd asked them to. They're pretty awesome. All of 'em. Nana, Papaw, Bz, Grandpa John. Amazing grandparents.
Monday, April 26, 2004
YAWN
All the big bosses are out this week so I'm hoping this will be the best work week ever. We've planned movie screenings and macaroni craft hours. Good times ahead I think. Well, maybe not. But I should be able to catch up on email and Television Without Pity and Taekwon Do and so on and so forth. Woo. The excitement.
The weekend was good. I wasn't feeling so hot for most of it, but the enforced home time was good. Saturday was lovely and I spent time in the back yard. Talked with my neighbor and everything is all good with the back. She's apparently just been bitten by the gardening bug and is trying stuff out. And the yard has been neglected for a long time so we're just going to play it by ear now and see if we can get grass in there and maybe some good shade plants. And if we've ruined it beyond repair by June, my friend Jo at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden said she'd check it out and maybe fix whatever we've done then and get us sod and the like. We'll see. But I'm very hopeful for a decent yard by the time my big birthday bash rolls around. Though I will have to go yard furniture shopping...
I also cleared off a lot of TiVo and started cleaning up digital photos and getting them online. Amazing huh? I'm kind of on a roll. Though the 150+ photos from Christmas in Hawai'i almost killed me. Luckily there aren't so many photos for December.
My god, I am the most boring woman alive. Gah.
The weekend was good. I wasn't feeling so hot for most of it, but the enforced home time was good. Saturday was lovely and I spent time in the back yard. Talked with my neighbor and everything is all good with the back. She's apparently just been bitten by the gardening bug and is trying stuff out. And the yard has been neglected for a long time so we're just going to play it by ear now and see if we can get grass in there and maybe some good shade plants. And if we've ruined it beyond repair by June, my friend Jo at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden said she'd check it out and maybe fix whatever we've done then and get us sod and the like. We'll see. But I'm very hopeful for a decent yard by the time my big birthday bash rolls around. Though I will have to go yard furniture shopping...
I also cleared off a lot of TiVo and started cleaning up digital photos and getting them online. Amazing huh? I'm kind of on a roll. Though the 150+ photos from Christmas in Hawai'i almost killed me. Luckily there aren't so many photos for December.
My god, I am the most boring woman alive. Gah.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
InstaFriend - Just add water.
I miss the days of instant friends.
I was miserable when my Dad came home and said he was being transferred to Louisiana. I'd been in North Carolina for four years or so and loved it. All my friends were there. And I didn't even know where this Louisiana place was. Was it even a state? Hey, I was 8. But, the Air Force wasn't going to keep us in North Carolina just because I wanted it that way. So off to Louisiana we went.
Just a little aside. My first memory of my new home was being woken up outside the house, noticing the search lights in the sky, walking in the house, finding a dead cockroach in the carpet of the stairs and being put to sleep on a bare bed under this fur blanket that I loved. Good times.
Anyway, the next morning (being at Barksdale AFB less than 24 or even 12 hours) I went out to get the paper and let the dog in the yard. Within seconds, a little girl came out of the house next door and over to me. "Hi, I'm Holly, want to play?" So I put the dog in the house and told my Mom I was off to play. "Want to meet Denise?" Within in about an hour I had 2 or 3 new best friends. By the end of the week I knew every person under 18 within 20 blocks. I'm sure part of that was military base mentality but it was still InstaFriend.
Later in the week another new girl, Vader, was over at Denise's with us, playing Barbies. At that point we were getting out of the Barbie habit so all the dolls would do is get ready for a party, go to a party, pair up, go home together, get undressed and get into bed together. And then we didn't know what to do with them. So we just kind left 'em there for a bit until we felt it was time to get ready for the next party. Because it was a Southern military base and Mom hadn't fully indoctrinated me into the feminist way, whoever had the Ken doll of the heterosexual couple, took charge of the couple. At one point we were all overseeing couples except for Vader. She had one Barbie who hadn't found a Ken. So Vader kept her doll at the party and just had a fabulous little monologue going. Barbie talked to herself for a while. She talked to an imaginary janitor. I remember her talking about curtains for a very long time. I knew that this little girl was going to be my most awesome new friend. After less than an hour I knew this. And yeah, we still hang.
Vacations also seem to lead to instant friends. The summer either before or after sixth grade, the family dragged me on a trip to Canada. Part of the trip was spent traveling across the country by train. Three days I think. I met another little girl on the train early on and she and I became nearly inseparable except when our families made us have family time. By some fluke I ended up with my own room on the train so we hung out there and pretended it was my apartment. We hung out in the observation car drinking Perrier and being goofy. We'd run around terrorizing or charming everyone. It was great. New Best Friend.
There are also the times it seems you're bound to be friends with your parents' friends' children who are roughly the same age. My dad's buddy in Louisiana was divorced with a daughter who lived with her mother. She'd come to visit a few weeks a year and whenever they were working, she was with me. I didn't really think of her as my new best friend, but we had some common interests and were the same age and we made it work. Plus, she introduced me to Real Genius and for that I will always be grateful. That and the fact that she hung out and watched Headbangers Ball with me when our Dads went into hour 7 of the Fourth of July firecrackers. I don't even think I'm exaggerating.
And there are dozens more stories like those. But eventually it stopped being so easy. And I'm trying to figure out why. High school in Louisiana was kinda hellish, but I still remember instances of being sudden buddies. Befriending a girl in my carpool on day one. Having slumber parties with my lab partner in the first month of school. Things like that.
It did start to seem harder in Hawai'i though. I came into the school and tried making instant friends and it didn't work so much. I did make friends, but it took a little more effort. People seemed a little less willing to get close. One girl even told me a few months into my time there that I terrified her when she first met me. Apparently I just started talking to people. How strange am I? Pumpkin even used to give me a hard time for approaching folks and just yammering at them. Like Fred. I remember when I met Fred. I'd heard about him here and there and didn't know who he was. So when I found out I was very excited. "YOU'RE Fred!!?!? Awesome." And then I tried to chat his ear off. Pumpkin lectured me for not introducing myself before trying to instantly bond and then told me he might not actually want to even listen to me yammer. She had a point, but still. No instant friending with Fred. Or anyone there.
When I met Buzz here at work, I remember thinking he was awesome and would be my new best friend. But I didn't just tell him that. It was a slow process, making him my new buddy. A whole relationship building thing. Over time. And he's a good buddy and all my friends are good whether they were instant or slow building. But I kinda miss the instant thing. Just saying hi and hanging out with someone for a few days and having them in your friend file forever.
I was miserable when my Dad came home and said he was being transferred to Louisiana. I'd been in North Carolina for four years or so and loved it. All my friends were there. And I didn't even know where this Louisiana place was. Was it even a state? Hey, I was 8. But, the Air Force wasn't going to keep us in North Carolina just because I wanted it that way. So off to Louisiana we went.
Just a little aside. My first memory of my new home was being woken up outside the house, noticing the search lights in the sky, walking in the house, finding a dead cockroach in the carpet of the stairs and being put to sleep on a bare bed under this fur blanket that I loved. Good times.
Anyway, the next morning (being at Barksdale AFB less than 24 or even 12 hours) I went out to get the paper and let the dog in the yard. Within seconds, a little girl came out of the house next door and over to me. "Hi, I'm Holly, want to play?" So I put the dog in the house and told my Mom I was off to play. "Want to meet Denise?" Within in about an hour I had 2 or 3 new best friends. By the end of the week I knew every person under 18 within 20 blocks. I'm sure part of that was military base mentality but it was still InstaFriend.
Later in the week another new girl, Vader, was over at Denise's with us, playing Barbies. At that point we were getting out of the Barbie habit so all the dolls would do is get ready for a party, go to a party, pair up, go home together, get undressed and get into bed together. And then we didn't know what to do with them. So we just kind left 'em there for a bit until we felt it was time to get ready for the next party. Because it was a Southern military base and Mom hadn't fully indoctrinated me into the feminist way, whoever had the Ken doll of the heterosexual couple, took charge of the couple. At one point we were all overseeing couples except for Vader. She had one Barbie who hadn't found a Ken. So Vader kept her doll at the party and just had a fabulous little monologue going. Barbie talked to herself for a while. She talked to an imaginary janitor. I remember her talking about curtains for a very long time. I knew that this little girl was going to be my most awesome new friend. After less than an hour I knew this. And yeah, we still hang.
Vacations also seem to lead to instant friends. The summer either before or after sixth grade, the family dragged me on a trip to Canada. Part of the trip was spent traveling across the country by train. Three days I think. I met another little girl on the train early on and she and I became nearly inseparable except when our families made us have family time. By some fluke I ended up with my own room on the train so we hung out there and pretended it was my apartment. We hung out in the observation car drinking Perrier and being goofy. We'd run around terrorizing or charming everyone. It was great. New Best Friend.
There are also the times it seems you're bound to be friends with your parents' friends' children who are roughly the same age. My dad's buddy in Louisiana was divorced with a daughter who lived with her mother. She'd come to visit a few weeks a year and whenever they were working, she was with me. I didn't really think of her as my new best friend, but we had some common interests and were the same age and we made it work. Plus, she introduced me to Real Genius and for that I will always be grateful. That and the fact that she hung out and watched Headbangers Ball with me when our Dads went into hour 7 of the Fourth of July firecrackers. I don't even think I'm exaggerating.
And there are dozens more stories like those. But eventually it stopped being so easy. And I'm trying to figure out why. High school in Louisiana was kinda hellish, but I still remember instances of being sudden buddies. Befriending a girl in my carpool on day one. Having slumber parties with my lab partner in the first month of school. Things like that.
It did start to seem harder in Hawai'i though. I came into the school and tried making instant friends and it didn't work so much. I did make friends, but it took a little more effort. People seemed a little less willing to get close. One girl even told me a few months into my time there that I terrified her when she first met me. Apparently I just started talking to people. How strange am I? Pumpkin even used to give me a hard time for approaching folks and just yammering at them. Like Fred. I remember when I met Fred. I'd heard about him here and there and didn't know who he was. So when I found out I was very excited. "YOU'RE Fred!!?!? Awesome." And then I tried to chat his ear off. Pumpkin lectured me for not introducing myself before trying to instantly bond and then told me he might not actually want to even listen to me yammer. She had a point, but still. No instant friending with Fred. Or anyone there.
When I met Buzz here at work, I remember thinking he was awesome and would be my new best friend. But I didn't just tell him that. It was a slow process, making him my new buddy. A whole relationship building thing. Over time. And he's a good buddy and all my friends are good whether they were instant or slow building. But I kinda miss the instant thing. Just saying hi and hanging out with someone for a few days and having them in your friend file forever.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Updates & such
Y'all. She was out working in the yard this morning. In the rain. She bought seeds to make grass grow. I just don't know what to say. I think I'm going to let her do whatever she wants in the yard as long as I can have my hammock. That much dedication. And the fact that it seems like she doesn't want to stone up the whole yard... Well, I just can't fight that. I'll just enjoy it. I wonder if she'll let me plant my sunflower seeds...
None of has procured me a new job. What's wrong with you? And no more of that prostitution talk from you folks who like to comment. It doesn't appeal so much and PimpDaddy hasn't actually made me any money anyway so... Now, write me a sassy resume and get me a new job, people!
I have been SUCH a slacker when it comes to class. I blame Spring Fever. It's just so much fun to be out in the sunshine and warm weather that I just don't want to go to class. Plus I've gotten into all these projects at home that I want to work on (yes, there may be some new photos on my homepage by early May -really) as well as lots of Spring Cleaning and such. But I'll start going again by Friday. I figure by then I'll really start to miss it. I think. I don't know.
You can now get condoms and tampons and diet wild cherry pepsi from Fresh Direct. Now if only they'd add on Gimme Lean, Raspberry Crystal light and drawstring kitchen trashbags. Then life would be perfect.
I have a stats monitor on this page now. The extent of Muffy & Steph's obsession with me is a little frightening. And someone from Japan actually accessed the page. Weird... I don't know anyone in Japan right now. There are strangers on the page! I wonder if this blog makes more or less sense the more or less you know me.
Now that the fun times of Steph's birthday week is wearing off I'm starting to get excited for my own Birthday Week. (Yes, my Birthday Week is capitalized and Steph's is not.) Hopefully the yard will be pretty in time for houseguests and the big bash on the 19th and maybe there will be a hammock present. Birthday Week is so exciting. I'm wondering if I can call in sick or take a personal day during Birthday Week. And/Or if I can get out of work early on Monday for the Bryant Park movie. I like doing that during Birthday Week. If the movies have even started by then... I can't see anything on the calendar yet for June... but hey, Muffy - World Tai Chi Day on Saturday!
Finally got to read with Beyonce today. She was on Spring Break for a week and a half and I've missed her. We discussed her birthday. She got $52 overall and is saving it towards a digital camera. How cute is that? I wish I could buy her one. Rules are stupid. She also got to go to Applebees and loved it. Then we read more of A Little Princess and then busted out the mad math skills. Good times.
None of has procured me a new job. What's wrong with you? And no more of that prostitution talk from you folks who like to comment. It doesn't appeal so much and PimpDaddy hasn't actually made me any money anyway so... Now, write me a sassy resume and get me a new job, people!
I have been SUCH a slacker when it comes to class. I blame Spring Fever. It's just so much fun to be out in the sunshine and warm weather that I just don't want to go to class. Plus I've gotten into all these projects at home that I want to work on (yes, there may be some new photos on my homepage by early May -really) as well as lots of Spring Cleaning and such. But I'll start going again by Friday. I figure by then I'll really start to miss it. I think. I don't know.
You can now get condoms and tampons and diet wild cherry pepsi from Fresh Direct. Now if only they'd add on Gimme Lean, Raspberry Crystal light and drawstring kitchen trashbags. Then life would be perfect.
I have a stats monitor on this page now. The extent of Muffy & Steph's obsession with me is a little frightening. And someone from Japan actually accessed the page. Weird... I don't know anyone in Japan right now. There are strangers on the page! I wonder if this blog makes more or less sense the more or less you know me.
Now that the fun times of Steph's birthday week is wearing off I'm starting to get excited for my own Birthday Week. (Yes, my Birthday Week is capitalized and Steph's is not.) Hopefully the yard will be pretty in time for houseguests and the big bash on the 19th and maybe there will be a hammock present. Birthday Week is so exciting. I'm wondering if I can call in sick or take a personal day during Birthday Week. And/Or if I can get out of work early on Monday for the Bryant Park movie. I like doing that during Birthday Week. If the movies have even started by then... I can't see anything on the calendar yet for June... but hey, Muffy - World Tai Chi Day on Saturday!
Finally got to read with Beyonce today. She was on Spring Break for a week and a half and I've missed her. We discussed her birthday. She got $52 overall and is saving it towards a digital camera. How cute is that? I wish I could buy her one. Rules are stupid. She also got to go to Applebees and loved it. Then we read more of A Little Princess and then busted out the mad math skills. Good times.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
the Yard
I know. Y'all have been dying to find out what's going on with my yard. You can't sleep, you can't eat, you MUST know. Yes. I understand.
Actually, I went out to inspect the yard on Sunday and noticed that stones had been laid. I kinda freaked out. I do not want an all stone yard. Though I have to say that she did a really good job of getting them flat and even in the dirt. Anyway, I freaked and vented online to Turnip and was totally being a pussy about confronting my neighbor. She listened and gave me mucho advice (though I think she's more of a hard ass than I in theory and wanted me to practically pee on the yard and call the landlords) and convinced me to get off my wussy butt and talk to her. So, I went and knocked on her door. And, of course, she wasn't home. I left a note saying I wanted to talk about the work in the backyard and blah blah blah. Then I went out for Ice Cream and Jersey Girl!
She left me a voicemail Sunday night with her home and work numbers saying that she'd been doing a lot of clearing back there and would love to talk to me about the yard and figure something out together. Which really put my mind at ease. I don't mind part of the yard being stoned over as it'll be easier for maintenance and even hanging out. But dammit, it's my yard and I want a small plot to put some grass on and put out a hammock. That's all I really need. Anyway, I left her a voicemail today and figure we can talk sometime this week and work it all out.
So you can breath easy now. We'll come up with a solution and then my parents and I won't have to be the only ones to do things back there. In fact, she might end up doing most of the work as I think she has dreams of a flower bed and all. I just want grass, a hammock and patio furniture. Good times. Now if only I could get my friend at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to give me a call back about the sod deal she promised me...
This weekend was awesome. The weather has finally been gorgeous. Friday I just came home and went to bed and slept for about 13 hours. Good times. Saturday was brunch and xBox with Steph. I suck beyond reason at Grand Theft Auto. I blew up two cars (or was it three?), drowned once, got killed by the Feds at the mall, got busted by the cops and really didn't shoot anyone. Maybe I'll get better with practice. If Muffy & Steph ever let me play again.
Then it was off to the auto show to meet up with Muffy & Big D. The crowds were AWFUL but there were some really pretty cars. I drooled on a Porsche or two and actually liked a lot of stuff over in the Ford section. Muffy and I made fun of a lot of the skanks and boys showing their underwear while all of us made jokes about the H2 and the fact that lots and lots of folks seemed very interested in trunk space. I think most of the folks who overheard us discussing room for bodies knew we were joking. After a couple of hours of that, Big D and Muffy needed to leave so it was off for margaritas and Mexican. Then Big D went prowling for chicas while the M&S and I went to sit on their deck to drink wine and talk about inappropriate things. It was a really lovely evening for it.
Sunday was the yard stress (thanks again, Turnip!) and then off to meet Lovey at Coldstone in Times Square for fabulous ice cream and the aforementioned Jersey Girl. The ice cream (berry, berry, berry good with white chocolate chips) was awesome and the movie had it's moments. Liv Tyler didn't actually bug me at all (unusual) but poor Ben really couldn't sell me on the poor widower moments. He'd be all crying and sad and the audience would just rustle their candy wrappers and wait for a funnier moment or something. I'm sure In a New York Minute will be better. Muffy, how excited are you to see that? And we still haven't seen Walking Tall or The Girl Next Door. Hmmmm... I have no taste.
Then dinner at East of Eighth. All of this was for Lovey because I missed her birthday party in March. The restaurant was in my old 'hood in Chelsea so it was kind of neat to wander around there a little. Things have changed. The S&M restaurant isn't even in my building anymore. It's something bland and trendy now. Not that the previous restaurant was all that authentic with the S&M, but still... Dinner was good and Iolanthe joined us for chatter about boys and Charlie's Angels and the evils of work.
And then I went home and watched 24 and passed out. Good weekend.
The weather is actually still gorgeous so I've been blowing off work and class to enjoy it. Tonight I'm hoping to leave about 4:30 and go sit in my yard and read Vampire/Werewolf/Necromancer Porn (as opposed to Fairy Porn) for a while. Tomorrow it's supposed to cool down and start raining again so I can work and kick things and clear TiVo then don't you think?
Actually, I went out to inspect the yard on Sunday and noticed that stones had been laid. I kinda freaked out. I do not want an all stone yard. Though I have to say that she did a really good job of getting them flat and even in the dirt. Anyway, I freaked and vented online to Turnip and was totally being a pussy about confronting my neighbor. She listened and gave me mucho advice (though I think she's more of a hard ass than I in theory and wanted me to practically pee on the yard and call the landlords) and convinced me to get off my wussy butt and talk to her. So, I went and knocked on her door. And, of course, she wasn't home. I left a note saying I wanted to talk about the work in the backyard and blah blah blah. Then I went out for Ice Cream and Jersey Girl!
She left me a voicemail Sunday night with her home and work numbers saying that she'd been doing a lot of clearing back there and would love to talk to me about the yard and figure something out together. Which really put my mind at ease. I don't mind part of the yard being stoned over as it'll be easier for maintenance and even hanging out. But dammit, it's my yard and I want a small plot to put some grass on and put out a hammock. That's all I really need. Anyway, I left her a voicemail today and figure we can talk sometime this week and work it all out.
So you can breath easy now. We'll come up with a solution and then my parents and I won't have to be the only ones to do things back there. In fact, she might end up doing most of the work as I think she has dreams of a flower bed and all. I just want grass, a hammock and patio furniture. Good times. Now if only I could get my friend at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to give me a call back about the sod deal she promised me...
This weekend was awesome. The weather has finally been gorgeous. Friday I just came home and went to bed and slept for about 13 hours. Good times. Saturday was brunch and xBox with Steph. I suck beyond reason at Grand Theft Auto. I blew up two cars (or was it three?), drowned once, got killed by the Feds at the mall, got busted by the cops and really didn't shoot anyone. Maybe I'll get better with practice. If Muffy & Steph ever let me play again.
Then it was off to the auto show to meet up with Muffy & Big D. The crowds were AWFUL but there were some really pretty cars. I drooled on a Porsche or two and actually liked a lot of stuff over in the Ford section. Muffy and I made fun of a lot of the skanks and boys showing their underwear while all of us made jokes about the H2 and the fact that lots and lots of folks seemed very interested in trunk space. I think most of the folks who overheard us discussing room for bodies knew we were joking. After a couple of hours of that, Big D and Muffy needed to leave so it was off for margaritas and Mexican. Then Big D went prowling for chicas while the M&S and I went to sit on their deck to drink wine and talk about inappropriate things. It was a really lovely evening for it.
Sunday was the yard stress (thanks again, Turnip!) and then off to meet Lovey at Coldstone in Times Square for fabulous ice cream and the aforementioned Jersey Girl. The ice cream (berry, berry, berry good with white chocolate chips) was awesome and the movie had it's moments. Liv Tyler didn't actually bug me at all (unusual) but poor Ben really couldn't sell me on the poor widower moments. He'd be all crying and sad and the audience would just rustle their candy wrappers and wait for a funnier moment or something. I'm sure In a New York Minute will be better. Muffy, how excited are you to see that? And we still haven't seen Walking Tall or The Girl Next Door. Hmmmm... I have no taste.
Then dinner at East of Eighth. All of this was for Lovey because I missed her birthday party in March. The restaurant was in my old 'hood in Chelsea so it was kind of neat to wander around there a little. Things have changed. The S&M restaurant isn't even in my building anymore. It's something bland and trendy now. Not that the previous restaurant was all that authentic with the S&M, but still... Dinner was good and Iolanthe joined us for chatter about boys and Charlie's Angels and the evils of work.
And then I went home and watched 24 and passed out. Good weekend.
The weather is actually still gorgeous so I've been blowing off work and class to enjoy it. Tonight I'm hoping to leave about 4:30 and go sit in my yard and read Vampire/Werewolf/Necromancer Porn (as opposed to Fairy Porn) for a while. Tomorrow it's supposed to cool down and start raining again so I can work and kick things and clear TiVo then don't you think?
Friday, April 16, 2004
Damn Blogger
Can't believe the damn thing isn't working. Now I'm going to have to update the link on my homepage to remove the www since that seems to be the bad page now. http://mandab3.blogspot.com/ works fine, http://www.mandab3.blogspot.com/ does not. So annoying. But I'm not actually paying for the blog space so maybe I should just quit my bitching. I just don't want to have to update my home page. But I need to. Maybe I'll blow off cleaning my apartment tonight and will just spend the time scanning and uploading photos. I'm sure some folks would appreciate that. But then, the apartment does need some work and my weekend is rapidly filing up. And really, Rock Star Fran's boyfriend's birthday party is tonight and that would be a fun thing to do... Too many choices. My life is oh so hard. Though actually, I'm leaning towards the photo thing. I want photos on my homepage! I hardly took any at Steph's party and that makes me sad. I fear that the slacking involved in not displaying my photos has been intruding upon my desire to take photos and that's just wrong.
I'm just babbling now. I'll stop.
I'm just babbling now. I'll stop.
Technical Difficulties
The Blog appears to have gone wonky. I can't get to it from my homepage link. And when I use my bookmark it only goes through the April 8th entry. Though all the entries come up when I click on the April entries link. And Muffy just emailed me to say it was down totally for her. So I'm posting this to see what happens.
Bad wonky blog. Bad.
Bad wonky blog. Bad.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Taxes
I fixed my tax problem and now I'm getting $300+ which is way nicer than owing $2000 and having to pay penalties and things. Whew. And it's done! Yay!
So, I'm currently replowing my way through the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series and am on Obsidian Butterfly. I got on the train this morning and was reading it while standing for the first stop. The woman sitting in front of me starts rifling through her bag and comes out with a scrap of paper and pen. I kinda glance down and see that she's writing down the title and author of my book. She doesn't say anything about it to me, doesn't ask any questions. I'm standing in front of her so she's not reading it over my shoulder or anything so she can't be getting excited about the hot, sexy passages on skinned and mutilated bodies. All she can see is the cover (which does have part of the back of a nekkid woman with the shadow of a fence and butterfly on her). I don't know. It's been in the back of my mind all day. I was kinda hoping she was just writing down everything anyone was reading on the train, but she wasn't. It was a scrap with numbers and things on it. I don't know. Odd.
But she got off at Jay Street so I had her seat for the rest of the ride. So she's my buddy. And she had a goofy Anti-Bush Working Families Button on and some granola crunchy self help book in her bag as well. Maybe she was mad at me for reading porn on the train. Though really, Hamilton's Fairy Porn is more porn like than the Anita Blake books. I think. Muffy could back me up if she ever bothered to READ THE BOOK I bought her. Muffy hates me, y'all. Or she hates Fairy Porn. Or both.
Maybe I should spend a week or two writing down what I see people reading on the train. The woman next to me was reading Star Magazine. Lots of photos of topless boys in Star. Should I start reading Star? No. I find those magazines offensive and don't want to encourage them by giving them money. Ah well. I'll bring one of my little notebooks on the train tomorrow and will try it out. Heh.
So, I'm currently replowing my way through the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series and am on Obsidian Butterfly. I got on the train this morning and was reading it while standing for the first stop. The woman sitting in front of me starts rifling through her bag and comes out with a scrap of paper and pen. I kinda glance down and see that she's writing down the title and author of my book. She doesn't say anything about it to me, doesn't ask any questions. I'm standing in front of her so she's not reading it over my shoulder or anything so she can't be getting excited about the hot, sexy passages on skinned and mutilated bodies. All she can see is the cover (which does have part of the back of a nekkid woman with the shadow of a fence and butterfly on her). I don't know. It's been in the back of my mind all day. I was kinda hoping she was just writing down everything anyone was reading on the train, but she wasn't. It was a scrap with numbers and things on it. I don't know. Odd.
But she got off at Jay Street so I had her seat for the rest of the ride. So she's my buddy. And she had a goofy Anti-Bush Working Families Button on and some granola crunchy self help book in her bag as well. Maybe she was mad at me for reading porn on the train. Though really, Hamilton's Fairy Porn is more porn like than the Anita Blake books. I think. Muffy could back me up if she ever bothered to READ THE BOOK I bought her. Muffy hates me, y'all. Or she hates Fairy Porn. Or both.
Maybe I should spend a week or two writing down what I see people reading on the train. The woman next to me was reading Star Magazine. Lots of photos of topless boys in Star. Should I start reading Star? No. I find those magazines offensive and don't want to encourage them by giving them money. Ah well. I'll bring one of my little notebooks on the train tomorrow and will try it out. Heh.
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