Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Vacation
So, I'm trying to find something fun to do, outside of New York for sometime around October 12-16. Any suggestions? Any interest?
Monday, September 12, 2005
I Talk Too Much (Skip the first paragraph, Daddy)
I spent the majority of today's morning commute thinking highly inappropriate thoughts about the Xavier Rugby player sitting across from me. Please let me know if you have the name and number of an appropriate therapist for me. In my defense, he was really, really cute. And I think he was probably a senior. At the very least a junior. And really, really cute. Plus, I think I'm in heat. Normally it only happens when I ovulate, but maybe September is special. You know what I mean by heat, right? Not all catlike and rubbing my butt on things and yowling. Just noticing the hotness of boys more and wanting to climb the walls a little? Yeah. It's that. And in this vulnerable state the powers that be threw a teenaged hottie rugby player in front of me. Then sent me off to the dermatologist to get groped (in a very polite & professional manner). Then put the smokin' hot married man of my dreams (no, I am not a homewrecker. Yet. So dreamy...) in front of me in the caf at lunch. Later today I'm supposed to get a massage from a friend. Maybe I should reschedule. I mean, how many times in one day can a girl take off her clothes and lay down on a table to get groped by some guy? Ugh, I've now made myself feel dirty. Actually I think I made myself feel dirty back when I typed ovulate.
My weekend was good. Spent very little time in my apartment which upset the kitties. When I got home last night Nani meowed endlessly and then jumped on my chair and wedged herself between the back of the chair and my ass and meowed until I finally gave her some attention. I am such a bad mom.
The weekend was exhausting, though. Worked late on Friday, went for a walk and got to bed way too late for the 6:45AM alarm the next day. Drove to CT with Steph and Maggie for a 37 hour alumni board meeting. Though there was lunch at some point in there and I think some hanging out with friends I hadn't seen in a while. The meeting was fairly productive but way too long. But then again anything more than two hours is too long to me so... We picked up Charlotte for the trip home and ended up stopping at the Super Duper Weenie (original) for a snack on the way. The dogs were tempting but I went with the Tuna salad and the onion rings. Awesome onion rings.
Then we unloaded Charlotte at her place, got Maggie to her place to change into a bra-revealing top for her later activities, grabbed Muffy and drove out to Red Hook for dinner. We figured we had the car for the night and might as well go someplace that's best reached by car. After lottery ticket purchasing we settled in at 360 for a late, long dinner. The menu is not veggie friendly, but when Steph asked the waiter about it, he said they could do a veggie plate for me. It turned out to be rather good. Though I still don't like broccoli rabe. The wine was tasty and the company excellent. Though the other patrons... my god. It was pretty noisy in there which wasn't fun, but the woman at the table next to us was special. Our waiter was at our table discussing wines with Steph when he suddenly looked a little startled and turned around. The woman there had been Pinching His Ass! When he turned around all confused she said, "Hey, babe, can you get us some dessert when you get a chance?" Dude. They had JUST finished their dinner. It wasn't as if they had been sitting around waiting or anything. And he was very obviously in the middle of discussing the wine list with us. She just pinched this guy's ASS outta nowhere. He was very polite, said he'd get someone for her, went and got one of the other guys there and then came back and stood on the other side of the table to finish our orders, saying it was "safer" over there. Poor guy. He was really nice too. Turns out Muffy & Maggie had thought the woman was a friend of his and called him Dave. We asked him about it towards the end of the meal and had a pretty funny conversation about it. Then we spent a hunk of the rest of our time there making ass pinching jokes. As well as stuffing our faces. I tried to be good and avoid dessert but Waiter "Dave" brought me some anyway. And who am I to turn away free caramel dessert something or other? Takes a stronger woman than this one.
Sunday was brunch at Lobo with Muffy and Steph. After that we were going to head to the bookstore to look at travel guides and ponder a trip in October. Brunch ended around 1:30 or so. I got home about 9 that night. We spent hours and hours on the internet hashing over what we wanted to do. We are all really excited about Rome, but are now having problems deciding where to stay and what's the cheapest way to do it. Muffy and I thought we'd finally settled on a package/hotel when Steph came over with an article he'd read talking about cheap fabulous hotels/hostels. Turns out it was written by Pumpkin's old college roommate. A travel writer. Who I knew was a serious expert on Italy but had forgotten about as I haven't seen him in ages, partially because Pumpkin hasn't been to visit in ages (yes, that was a hint). So, we thought we'd see if we could hire or badger him into giving us advice and help and are tabling things for a couple of days. I think Muffy, Steph and I are just so different, opinionated and talky that we may end up spending more time planning the trip then we'll actually spend on it. But I'm really in love with the idea of Rome. Especially with a day trip to Pompeii. Though it makes my head hurt to think of how much it's all going to cost. But it should be worth it, right? Yes. Once we get our tickets and reservations. Heh.
I've always wanted to go to Italy. It's going to be Awesome. And they totally have hottie rugby players in Italy. Right?
My weekend was good. Spent very little time in my apartment which upset the kitties. When I got home last night Nani meowed endlessly and then jumped on my chair and wedged herself between the back of the chair and my ass and meowed until I finally gave her some attention. I am such a bad mom.
The weekend was exhausting, though. Worked late on Friday, went for a walk and got to bed way too late for the 6:45AM alarm the next day. Drove to CT with Steph and Maggie for a 37 hour alumni board meeting. Though there was lunch at some point in there and I think some hanging out with friends I hadn't seen in a while. The meeting was fairly productive but way too long. But then again anything more than two hours is too long to me so... We picked up Charlotte for the trip home and ended up stopping at the Super Duper Weenie (original) for a snack on the way. The dogs were tempting but I went with the Tuna salad and the onion rings. Awesome onion rings.
Then we unloaded Charlotte at her place, got Maggie to her place to change into a bra-revealing top for her later activities, grabbed Muffy and drove out to Red Hook for dinner. We figured we had the car for the night and might as well go someplace that's best reached by car. After lottery ticket purchasing we settled in at 360 for a late, long dinner. The menu is not veggie friendly, but when Steph asked the waiter about it, he said they could do a veggie plate for me. It turned out to be rather good. Though I still don't like broccoli rabe. The wine was tasty and the company excellent. Though the other patrons... my god. It was pretty noisy in there which wasn't fun, but the woman at the table next to us was special. Our waiter was at our table discussing wines with Steph when he suddenly looked a little startled and turned around. The woman there had been Pinching His Ass! When he turned around all confused she said, "Hey, babe, can you get us some dessert when you get a chance?" Dude. They had JUST finished their dinner. It wasn't as if they had been sitting around waiting or anything. And he was very obviously in the middle of discussing the wine list with us. She just pinched this guy's ASS outta nowhere. He was very polite, said he'd get someone for her, went and got one of the other guys there and then came back and stood on the other side of the table to finish our orders, saying it was "safer" over there. Poor guy. He was really nice too. Turns out Muffy & Maggie had thought the woman was a friend of his and called him Dave. We asked him about it towards the end of the meal and had a pretty funny conversation about it. Then we spent a hunk of the rest of our time there making ass pinching jokes. As well as stuffing our faces. I tried to be good and avoid dessert but Waiter "Dave" brought me some anyway. And who am I to turn away free caramel dessert something or other? Takes a stronger woman than this one.
Sunday was brunch at Lobo with Muffy and Steph. After that we were going to head to the bookstore to look at travel guides and ponder a trip in October. Brunch ended around 1:30 or so. I got home about 9 that night. We spent hours and hours on the internet hashing over what we wanted to do. We are all really excited about Rome, but are now having problems deciding where to stay and what's the cheapest way to do it. Muffy and I thought we'd finally settled on a package/hotel when Steph came over with an article he'd read talking about cheap fabulous hotels/hostels. Turns out it was written by Pumpkin's old college roommate. A travel writer. Who I knew was a serious expert on Italy but had forgotten about as I haven't seen him in ages, partially because Pumpkin hasn't been to visit in ages (yes, that was a hint). So, we thought we'd see if we could hire or badger him into giving us advice and help and are tabling things for a couple of days. I think Muffy, Steph and I are just so different, opinionated and talky that we may end up spending more time planning the trip then we'll actually spend on it. But I'm really in love with the idea of Rome. Especially with a day trip to Pompeii. Though it makes my head hurt to think of how much it's all going to cost. But it should be worth it, right? Yes. Once we get our tickets and reservations. Heh.
I've always wanted to go to Italy. It's going to be Awesome. And they totally have hottie rugby players in Italy. Right?
Friday, September 09, 2005
Friday Quiz (not)
So.... Since my first attempt at a quiz was a disaster I will skip it this week and ponder trying again next week.
Today, I will list things I love about New Orleans and the Gulf Coast.
And hopefully I will be able to see and experience these things again. Soon. Well, most of them.
1) Sitting on the bank of the Mississippi eating Toblerone and Muffalettas from Central Grocery.
2) Going to see Romeo & Juliet (the ballet) with Tangerine, spotting the hottest dancers a couple of hours later in the French Quarter and then stalking them around the Quarter for ages before giving up in a fit of giggles.
3) The first time I ever caught a crab in a crab trap down in Montrose (Fairhope), Alabama.
4) Casting the net with the official "Mullet Man" of Fairhope (it IS official, I have the certificate) off various piers; catching lots and lots of mullet for him to smoke and give away.
5) Eating a crawfish po-boy at the Fairgrounds at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
6) Being confronted with a Natchitoches Meat Pie and being powerless against it. Years of vegetarianism out the window. And it was so worth it. Especially when later eating a Muffaletta.
7) Running around the USS Alabama like a demon child with my cousins almost every Easter when we'd go to visit my grandparents.
8) Watching tons of ParrotHeads at the NO Jazz & Heritage Festival acting like awesome dorks while Buffett sang onstage.
9) Sitting right outside the Gospel tent at the Jazz Fest on a Sunday morning with my iced coffee and my beignets listening to the Nevilles - best Church Service in the world.
10) Aw hell, ANYTHING at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
11) Sand crabs on the beach in Gulfport.
12) Purchasing a stuffed crawfish that I later named Cheeto.
13) Riding the streetcar past all the pretty, pretty houses.
14) Eating dinner at the Commander's Palace on prom night with my folks, way before I was old enough to go to Prom. Back before Emeril's name was a household one.
15) Spending Easter Weekend at Nottaway Plantation with my parents and grandparents, during my Gone with the Wind obsession, pretending I was Scarlett O'Hara with flouncy skirts and a billion potential boyfriends. I was about 11, it was a totally acceptable fantasy.
16) Eating black olives and cottage cheese from the Fairhope Yacht Club salad bar and then polishing off a huge steak to please my grandfather.
17) Sitting on the lower level of my cousin's pier house in 'bama while he showed me glow-in-the-dark jelly fish in the water right below us.
18) Riding in a boat with my family down in Alabama and seeing dolphins swimming next to us.
19) Sitting on the porch at my cousins' house. My grandmother had died and we had all gathered together for her memorial at the church. After that we went to my cousins' place and watched the sun set talking about family and my grandmother. And it helped me deal with losing her. Being there and being with my family, remembering her in a place that suited her well.
Today, I will list things I love about New Orleans and the Gulf Coast.
And hopefully I will be able to see and experience these things again. Soon. Well, most of them.
1) Sitting on the bank of the Mississippi eating Toblerone and Muffalettas from Central Grocery.
2) Going to see Romeo & Juliet (the ballet) with Tangerine, spotting the hottest dancers a couple of hours later in the French Quarter and then stalking them around the Quarter for ages before giving up in a fit of giggles.
3) The first time I ever caught a crab in a crab trap down in Montrose (Fairhope), Alabama.
4) Casting the net with the official "Mullet Man" of Fairhope (it IS official, I have the certificate) off various piers; catching lots and lots of mullet for him to smoke and give away.
5) Eating a crawfish po-boy at the Fairgrounds at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
6) Being confronted with a Natchitoches Meat Pie and being powerless against it. Years of vegetarianism out the window. And it was so worth it. Especially when later eating a Muffaletta.
7) Running around the USS Alabama like a demon child with my cousins almost every Easter when we'd go to visit my grandparents.
8) Watching tons of ParrotHeads at the NO Jazz & Heritage Festival acting like awesome dorks while Buffett sang onstage.
9) Sitting right outside the Gospel tent at the Jazz Fest on a Sunday morning with my iced coffee and my beignets listening to the Nevilles - best Church Service in the world.
10) Aw hell, ANYTHING at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
11) Sand crabs on the beach in Gulfport.
12) Purchasing a stuffed crawfish that I later named Cheeto.
13) Riding the streetcar past all the pretty, pretty houses.
14) Eating dinner at the Commander's Palace on prom night with my folks, way before I was old enough to go to Prom. Back before Emeril's name was a household one.
15) Spending Easter Weekend at Nottaway Plantation with my parents and grandparents, during my Gone with the Wind obsession, pretending I was Scarlett O'Hara with flouncy skirts and a billion potential boyfriends. I was about 11, it was a totally acceptable fantasy.
16) Eating black olives and cottage cheese from the Fairhope Yacht Club salad bar and then polishing off a huge steak to please my grandfather.
17) Sitting on the lower level of my cousin's pier house in 'bama while he showed me glow-in-the-dark jelly fish in the water right below us.
18) Riding in a boat with my family down in Alabama and seeing dolphins swimming next to us.
19) Sitting on the porch at my cousins' house. My grandmother had died and we had all gathered together for her memorial at the church. After that we went to my cousins' place and watched the sun set talking about family and my grandmother. And it helped me deal with losing her. Being there and being with my family, remembering her in a place that suited her well.
Dismal Failure
Well, it appears none of you watch Charlie's Angels. I'm disgusted with all of you. And I will be having a mandatory party soon where we will watch about 17 hours of Charlie's Angels episdoes. Be there or feel my wrath.
Answers below. No one wins. You all suck.
1) Which Angel is the only one to star in all five seasons?
Kelly Garrett/Jaclyn Smith (2)
2) In "Night of the Strangler" (episode 3), what did the killer use to strangle his/her vicitms?
Rag Doll (2)
3) From what cities did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team?
Sabrina - LA
Jill - LA
Kelly - LA
Kris - San Francisco
Tiffany - Boston
Julie - LA (5)
4) Which Angel was Kate Jackson originally set to play?
Kelly Garrett, in the end played by Jaclyn Smith (1)
5) From what profession did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team?
Sabrina - Police Force
Jill - Police Force
Kelly - Police Force
Kris - Police Academy
Tiffany - Police Academy
Julie - Modeling (5)
6) What profession did Jill chose after leaving Charlie's team?
Professional Race Car Driver (1)
7) How many seasons saw Farrah Fawcett-Majors as one of the three starring angels?
One, she returned for guest starring roles in three episodes each for seasons 3 & 4 (1)
8) Which Angel's boyfriend was played by Tom Selleck?
Kelly Garret (1)
9) What sport did the Angels play in "Angels in the Backfield" (Season 2)?
Football (1)
10) Who was the final actress to be added to the Angel line-up? Extra point for her character's name.
Tanya Roberts/Julie Rogers (2)
11) Between which two seasons was there NOT a change in the Angel line up?
Season 2 & 3 (1)
12) With what other Spelling show did the Angels combine casts for the Season Four premier?
The Love Boat (1)
Answers below. No one wins. You all suck.
1) Which Angel is the only one to star in all five seasons?
Kelly Garrett/Jaclyn Smith (2)
2) In "Night of the Strangler" (episode 3), what did the killer use to strangle his/her vicitms?
Rag Doll (2)
3) From what cities did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team?
Sabrina - LA
Jill - LA
Kelly - LA
Kris - San Francisco
Tiffany - Boston
Julie - LA (5)
4) Which Angel was Kate Jackson originally set to play?
Kelly Garrett, in the end played by Jaclyn Smith (1)
5) From what profession did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team?
Sabrina - Police Force
Jill - Police Force
Kelly - Police Force
Kris - Police Academy
Tiffany - Police Academy
Julie - Modeling (5)
6) What profession did Jill chose after leaving Charlie's team?
Professional Race Car Driver (1)
7) How many seasons saw Farrah Fawcett-Majors as one of the three starring angels?
One, she returned for guest starring roles in three episodes each for seasons 3 & 4 (1)
8) Which Angel's boyfriend was played by Tom Selleck?
Kelly Garret (1)
9) What sport did the Angels play in "Angels in the Backfield" (Season 2)?
Football (1)
10) Who was the final actress to be added to the Angel line-up? Extra point for her character's name.
Tanya Roberts/Julie Rogers (2)
11) Between which two seasons was there NOT a change in the Angel line up?
Season 2 & 3 (1)
12) With what other Spelling show did the Angels combine casts for the Season Four premier?
The Love Boat (1)
Thursday, September 08, 2005
More of My Rock Star Life
I am in desperate need of a vacation. So bad. The long weekend was lovely, but not nearly long enough.
I headed to Branford in Connecticut to hang with Pumpkin, Fishboy and Pumpkin's aunt. She has a cute little house right by the beach so most of the weekend was spent walking dogs, sleeping and lazing around the beach with a book. It was great to see all of them and to catch up on sleep and dog time. We also watched Super Size Me which made me grateful that I'm currently working on eating healthier and also made me reconsider ever eating McDonald's fries again. In one of the DVD extras Spurlock puts various Mickey D products in glass canisters to see what happens compared to a standard restaurant burger and fries. Ten Weeks later everything else had molded but the fries. They looked exactly the same as they did when he got them. So disturbing to me. We also watched Monster-In-Law as well, but the less said about that the better. I think I'd rather eat the fries than see that again. And I love Jane Fonda and topless Michael Vartan. So very sad.
The beach was awesome, though. Just laying around talking a little, swimming a little, reading a little and dozing a little was great. We had good weather, lots of sun and one visit by the ice cream man. Monday was the prettiest day and it sucked to have to leave early to head home. It's been a while since I was in Hawai'i for any length of time and I didn't realize how much I missed just laying around in the sunshine with the sound of waves and water birds and people playing around on the beach. I need to get outside more. New York is making me a pasty, doughy, indoors girl and I don't like it.
This week has been pretty busy. Lots going on at work now that the summer is over and we have to get back to being more productive. Which sucks. As I hate my job. Plus lots of friend time. Late dinner at Gravy with Maggie on Tuesday and then a bit of a walk searching for the mythical bus that goes almost straight to her 'hood from mine. Turns out it's not so mythical but it does stop running around 9something at night. But now we know. For the future. Though the bus does scare me a little. I'm so comfortable with the subway now that I've forgotten all I knew of bus etiquette.
Tuesday was also my first dentist visit in about 7 or 8 years. What a way to kick of the day after Labor Day. It was pretty bad and apparently two "quadrants" needed deep cleaning as opposed to the regular kind. Who knows. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And we were all (me, dentist, hygenist and receptionist - VERY friendly dental office) quite pleased that my teeth are pretty good and I have no cavities. Now I just have to decide what I want to do about my wisdom teeth.
Last night Vader came over for pizza, beer and Veronica Mars. I was one of the seven folks who watched and loved it last season and Vader (as well as PimpMama) got into it through reruns this summer. I've been TiVoing a few for her over the summer and kept the season finale on TiVo so we could watch a bunch of them together. Last night was the second to last episode so I had her over to watch that and then the finale. She's hooked and we now have only 20 days until the premiere. Woo.
The rest of the week involves walking (still obsessing over weight & diet), making cupcakes, TiVo catch up and an alumni board meeting. Because I am that exciting. That damn exciting.
I headed to Branford in Connecticut to hang with Pumpkin, Fishboy and Pumpkin's aunt. She has a cute little house right by the beach so most of the weekend was spent walking dogs, sleeping and lazing around the beach with a book. It was great to see all of them and to catch up on sleep and dog time. We also watched Super Size Me which made me grateful that I'm currently working on eating healthier and also made me reconsider ever eating McDonald's fries again. In one of the DVD extras Spurlock puts various Mickey D products in glass canisters to see what happens compared to a standard restaurant burger and fries. Ten Weeks later everything else had molded but the fries. They looked exactly the same as they did when he got them. So disturbing to me. We also watched Monster-In-Law as well, but the less said about that the better. I think I'd rather eat the fries than see that again. And I love Jane Fonda and topless Michael Vartan. So very sad.
The beach was awesome, though. Just laying around talking a little, swimming a little, reading a little and dozing a little was great. We had good weather, lots of sun and one visit by the ice cream man. Monday was the prettiest day and it sucked to have to leave early to head home. It's been a while since I was in Hawai'i for any length of time and I didn't realize how much I missed just laying around in the sunshine with the sound of waves and water birds and people playing around on the beach. I need to get outside more. New York is making me a pasty, doughy, indoors girl and I don't like it.
This week has been pretty busy. Lots going on at work now that the summer is over and we have to get back to being more productive. Which sucks. As I hate my job. Plus lots of friend time. Late dinner at Gravy with Maggie on Tuesday and then a bit of a walk searching for the mythical bus that goes almost straight to her 'hood from mine. Turns out it's not so mythical but it does stop running around 9something at night. But now we know. For the future. Though the bus does scare me a little. I'm so comfortable with the subway now that I've forgotten all I knew of bus etiquette.
Tuesday was also my first dentist visit in about 7 or 8 years. What a way to kick of the day after Labor Day. It was pretty bad and apparently two "quadrants" needed deep cleaning as opposed to the regular kind. Who knows. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And we were all (me, dentist, hygenist and receptionist - VERY friendly dental office) quite pleased that my teeth are pretty good and I have no cavities. Now I just have to decide what I want to do about my wisdom teeth.
Last night Vader came over for pizza, beer and Veronica Mars. I was one of the seven folks who watched and loved it last season and Vader (as well as PimpMama) got into it through reruns this summer. I've been TiVoing a few for her over the summer and kept the season finale on TiVo so we could watch a bunch of them together. Last night was the second to last episode so I had her over to watch that and then the finale. She's hooked and we now have only 20 days until the premiere. Woo.
The rest of the week involves walking (still obsessing over weight & diet), making cupcakes, TiVo catch up and an alumni board meeting. Because I am that exciting. That damn exciting.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Rival Friday Quiz
So, PimpDaddy keeps having Friday quizzes on his blog. And they're all fancy pants ones like architecture and world leaders and fancy beer and things. All that highbrow stuff at which I suck so completely. So, I'm going to have a rival Friday quiz for the lowbrow crowds. We're kicking this off with a Charlie's Angels Quiz.
Email me your answers, don't post them in the comments section. These questions apply to the TV Angels, not the movie ones. Also, no looking any of this stuff up on the magical interweb or anything like that. There are 23 points possible. When names are involved you get 3/4 a point for the first name and 1/4 a point for the last name - the full point requires both names. You have until Tuesday night.
1) Which Angel is the only one to star in all five seasons? (1 point for actress's name, 1 point for character's name)
2) In "Night of the Strangler" (episode 3), what did the killer use to strangle his/her victims? (2 points)
3) From what cities did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team? (1 point per Angel)
4) Which Angel was Kate Jackson originally set to play? (1 point)
5) From what profession did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team? (1 point per Angel)
6) What profession did Jill chose after leaving Charlie's team? (1 point)
7) How many seasons saw Farrah Fawcett-Majors as one of the three starring angels? (1 point)
8) Which Angel's boyfriend was played by Tom Selleck? (1 point)
9) What sport did the Angels play in "Angels in the Backfield" (Season 2)? (1 point)
10) Who was the final actress to be added to the Angel line-up? Extra point for her character's name. (2 points)
11) Between which two seasons was there NOT a change in the Angel line up? (1 point)
12) With what other Spelling show did the Angels combine casts for the Season Four premier? (1 point)
Email me your answers, don't post them in the comments section. These questions apply to the TV Angels, not the movie ones. Also, no looking any of this stuff up on the magical interweb or anything like that. There are 23 points possible. When names are involved you get 3/4 a point for the first name and 1/4 a point for the last name - the full point requires both names. You have until Tuesday night.
1) Which Angel is the only one to star in all five seasons? (1 point for actress's name, 1 point for character's name)
2) In "Night of the Strangler" (episode 3), what did the killer use to strangle his/her victims? (2 points)
3) From what cities did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team? (1 point per Angel)
4) Which Angel was Kate Jackson originally set to play? (1 point)
5) From what profession did each Angel come when they joined Charlie's team? (1 point per Angel)
6) What profession did Jill chose after leaving Charlie's team? (1 point)
7) How many seasons saw Farrah Fawcett-Majors as one of the three starring angels? (1 point)
8) Which Angel's boyfriend was played by Tom Selleck? (1 point)
9) What sport did the Angels play in "Angels in the Backfield" (Season 2)? (1 point)
10) Who was the final actress to be added to the Angel line-up? Extra point for her character's name. (2 points)
11) Between which two seasons was there NOT a change in the Angel line up? (1 point)
12) With what other Spelling show did the Angels combine casts for the Season Four premier? (1 point)
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Hurricane News
My Mom's nightly email from last night discussed some news she read about Fairhope, AL. It appears the yacht club down there is destroyed and the piers are a mess as well as a lot of homes and things. I know it's so small in the grand scheme of things; people losing their homes forever, all the death and destruction. But it breaks my heart a little to think of all the places that my grandparents used to take me being reduced to rubble. It breaks my heart more to think of what everyone is going through down there. But I guess it brings it home a little more for me to think of all those wonderful memories I had of the pier and the yacht club. All the dinners Bz would buy for me at the club. The salad bar I loved as a kid 'cause they'd let me just fill my salad plate with cottage cheese and black olives. The 'fancy' ladies room with green couches. The time Vader and I were visiting and after dinner went to wade in the water. We ended up totally soaking ourselves and spent the ride home on the floor of the backseat so we wouldn't mess up Nana & Bz's pretty car. My great-aunt Jean taking us to dinner there the last time I was down, right after my grandfather passed away. Fishing off those piers with Bz, getting mullet and crab.
And also thinking of all my wonderful trips to New Orleans. Not with my grandparents but with my parents. And one spring break with Tangerine. And one jazz fest with a guy who's family still lives there. And all the stuff that's probably beyond repair down there. It's such an amazing city.
I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. And I'm still having a hard time dealing with the fact that there is very little I can do to help. But, I guess even my little donation helps. And this country rebuilds and survives. And everyone will get through this. And it's probably good to remember that.
And also thinking of all my wonderful trips to New Orleans. Not with my grandparents but with my parents. And one spring break with Tangerine. And one jazz fest with a guy who's family still lives there. And all the stuff that's probably beyond repair down there. It's such an amazing city.
I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. And I'm still having a hard time dealing with the fact that there is very little I can do to help. But, I guess even my little donation helps. And this country rebuilds and survives. And everyone will get through this. And it's probably good to remember that.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Katrina
I have a lot of friends and family down South. No direct friends and family in New Orleans, but friends of friends and such down there. And I love the city so much. I was even planning on heading down there next Spring for Jazz Fest and really looking forward to it. And it's so hard to think of everything going on down there right now.
Most of my friends and family have gotten in touch and are okay overall. But a lot of them have had to leave their homes and aren't sure when they're going to get back. And they're worried a lot about the people still there. A friend of mine described the damage to New Orleans as "devastating" and urged a bunch of us to donate to the Red Cross if we can. So I'm passing that along.
It just seems so weird to know what's going on down there and to get emails and calls from friends but to be so far removed from it. All Katrina has given New York is a lot of humidity. And everyone at work going on about the economic implications. It just seems unreal and no matter how much film I see, I can't wrap my head around it. This morning my Mom started talking about how she doesn't think New Orleans will ever be the same and that she's glad we went so many times and that we'll have those memories.
I want to send my thoughts and prayers, but don't know what to wish for. So much has already happened. I guess I just hope that everything goes as well as it can from here on out and people are able to salvage a lot of their homes and lives, and that the death toll isn't too high.
Update: Not all of my family and friends are accounted for yet. But they're in areas that are without phone service and such. And hopefully we would've heard by now if things were serious. My friend in Baton Rouge says it's horrible down there and, "I would say the best thing to do is to have you and your friends make monetary donations to the red cross - they are begging for them down here." Give if you can.
Most of my friends and family have gotten in touch and are okay overall. But a lot of them have had to leave their homes and aren't sure when they're going to get back. And they're worried a lot about the people still there. A friend of mine described the damage to New Orleans as "devastating" and urged a bunch of us to donate to the Red Cross if we can. So I'm passing that along.
It just seems so weird to know what's going on down there and to get emails and calls from friends but to be so far removed from it. All Katrina has given New York is a lot of humidity. And everyone at work going on about the economic implications. It just seems unreal and no matter how much film I see, I can't wrap my head around it. This morning my Mom started talking about how she doesn't think New Orleans will ever be the same and that she's glad we went so many times and that we'll have those memories.
I want to send my thoughts and prayers, but don't know what to wish for. So much has already happened. I guess I just hope that everything goes as well as it can from here on out and people are able to salvage a lot of their homes and lives, and that the death toll isn't too high.
Update: Not all of my family and friends are accounted for yet. But they're in areas that are without phone service and such. And hopefully we would've heard by now if things were serious. My friend in Baton Rouge says it's horrible down there and, "I would say the best thing to do is to have you and your friends make monetary donations to the red cross - they are begging for them down here." Give if you can.
Work Outings
So, I'm still trying to figure out if trampolining in front of my bosses, coworkers, assorted stuffy economists and strategists as well as the head of our department was the right thing. Whatever, after the initial 30 seconds of hooting from the peanut gallery Lovey and I had a lovely jumping time. I haven't been on a trampoline in ages and it was a blast. Though I can no longer do the thing where you jump, jump, jump, bounce down on your ass and bounce back up on your feet. Well, I don't think I can. I only tried it once.
Overall the outing was okay. It was not as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still a work outing. So it wasn't piles of fun. Drank a bunch of wine, ate very little as very little veggie stuff was offered, embarrassed myself in front of all on a trampoline, played with a huge dog, told some fun stories and went home. I've had worse nights. Like tonight. When I have to make fundraising phone calls and then take a long walk in some nasty humidity. Blech.
Overall the outing was okay. It was not as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still a work outing. So it wasn't piles of fun. Drank a bunch of wine, ate very little as very little veggie stuff was offered, embarrassed myself in front of all on a trampoline, played with a huge dog, told some fun stories and went home. I've had worse nights. Like tonight. When I have to make fundraising phone calls and then take a long walk in some nasty humidity. Blech.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Love my friend time
This weekend was excellent. Though busy. I wanted to spend all of Monday in bed recovering. Sadly, there was work. And meetings. And such.
Friday I ducked out early and went home to mow the lawn. Weeded, mowed, raked, pruned and yanked vines. Good times. Actually, it sucked. And the lawn needs some serious rain and lots more work. But it looks kinda good. So I showered and took an afternoon nap. Love those.
Then off to Frankie's with Muffy and Steph. It was before the nasty Katrina humidity set in so we wanted to eat outside and settled down with drinks for the long wait for a table. I now have a new favorite drink and it's the ginger martini. Sooooo good. It was a fun night. Caught up with Muffy and Steph after a way too long away from them, ate good food, drank wine, enjoyed the night, watched a little mouse run around, that kinda thing. Nights like that make me love living in my 'hood.
Saturday I got my ass up and dragged it to Muffy & Steph's at 10AM. On a Saturday. So we could brave train madness and get to the Guggenheim. For some reason last weekend, the F wasn't stopping at our 'hood, the 4 wasn't running to Borough Hall, I think something was up with the C and maybe the R. Madness. Whatever. After a little fussing, we got ourselves to the upper east side for brunch at Sarabeth's with Iolanthe. Lovey and the Musical Genius were supposed to join us but cancelled that morning. They claimed illness but I suspect at least part of that was due to a strong desire to sleep in past 11AM. Their loss as we had a great time. Sarabeth's makes a tasty bloody mary and good eggs.
And then off to the Guggenheim for some Mapplethorpe fun. I'm not a huge fan of the Guggenheim but the exhibit sounded cool. And it was a nice mix of folks I think. People who could appreciate the work but still giggle a little too. Which I learned right off the bat. First, as we're reading the intro explanation wall one woman turns to the guy she's with and asks, "Do you like art?". Weird question to begin with, and as Iolanthe pointed out, kinda late to be asking now. Of course, when I asked Iolanthe if she liked art, she said no. Then, we see the photograph of a marble statue from behind. And the way the light hit and the polish of the marble, this guy had a VERY shiny ass. It was a little distracting. Nothing else was so shiny. Just the ass. And Iolanthe came up and told me she could focus on nothing else in the photograph. My kinda girl.
I really liked a lot of the work and the comparison with a variety of classical engravings and such was interesting. Though some comparisons looked like someone was really trying to put an exhibition together rather than something more natural. And, as Muffy pointed out, the Guggenheim kinda sucked for a black and white photography exhibit. With the light coming through the glass ceiling and the spiral walkway creating white horizontal striped reflections on the glass fronts, it was hard to see some of the photographs. Annoying but still fun. And I got a nice postcard of Ah-nold for Lovey. To remind her of our conference planning of doom in January and to let her know the fun times she missed. She now has the photograph as her computer's wallpaper. I'm contemplating calling HR to report her. Beefcake should not be allowed in the workplace.
After that we sent Iolanthe off to a massage and a possible date and wandered down to Tiffany's for bling window shopping and to get wedding rings polished and resized. I could not find a single engagement ring I liked. But at least Muffy enjoyed the testosterone panic in the room and the pearl cowboy, fireman and monopoly guys. And I did see a few emerald and opal pieces to buy when I have my millions.
After that some errands, dinner at Hill Diner (VERY alcoholic Sangria!) and off to the Cobble Hill Cinema for The Aristocrats. I kinda like the big theater a little better. Better seats and screens, but I think mostly I prefer the sketchier crowd with all their comments and rowdiness. Cobble Hill gets a little pretentious for my tastes. But the movie was hysterical. I hadn't heard the joke and I'm kinda glad as it was a surprise of sorts for me. But it was so funny. All three of us had at least five or so moments when we just lost it. And I didn't even get too fazed by all the poo talk. Though George Carlin almost did me in at the start of the movie. I completely recommend it and would be willing to go again. After that was some down time in my back yard with a bottle of wine and discussions on life and the after life. And poo. You know how it goes.
Sunday I slept in, did a a few chores and then headed off to Jersey. Getting to Jersey from Brooklyn ain't easy. Especially when the MTA doesn't want to provide any trains for me to use to leave the 'hood. So, after much walking, a couple of trains and more walking I made it to the home of PimpDaddy and PimpMama and had a delightful night. PimpMama made a great dinner and we chatted and caught up and had a good time. And all that walking and train hopping was good for me. I think I must've sweated out a few pounds. So sick of this humidity.
Last night was a gathering of Muffy, Steph, Charlotte, Maggie, PimpMama and I at Pop to discuss Sesquisentenial plans for the ALS. I managed to dump a full glass of Merlot in my lap and we did have to discuss event planning and all, but it was fun. And I got another glass of wine so everything worked out for the best.
Today we have our Econ/Strat outing at the big boss's house. I skipped out last year but am going this year. Skipped the golf clinic though. Golf and I no longer mix. I think it's better this way. I really hope it rains soon and kills the humidity before we head to CT for drinks around the pool. As wet as it is in the New York Metro area right now we might as well have drinks IN the pool. HATE the wet. HATE.
Friday I ducked out early and went home to mow the lawn. Weeded, mowed, raked, pruned and yanked vines. Good times. Actually, it sucked. And the lawn needs some serious rain and lots more work. But it looks kinda good. So I showered and took an afternoon nap. Love those.
Then off to Frankie's with Muffy and Steph. It was before the nasty Katrina humidity set in so we wanted to eat outside and settled down with drinks for the long wait for a table. I now have a new favorite drink and it's the ginger martini. Sooooo good. It was a fun night. Caught up with Muffy and Steph after a way too long away from them, ate good food, drank wine, enjoyed the night, watched a little mouse run around, that kinda thing. Nights like that make me love living in my 'hood.
Saturday I got my ass up and dragged it to Muffy & Steph's at 10AM. On a Saturday. So we could brave train madness and get to the Guggenheim. For some reason last weekend, the F wasn't stopping at our 'hood, the 4 wasn't running to Borough Hall, I think something was up with the C and maybe the R. Madness. Whatever. After a little fussing, we got ourselves to the upper east side for brunch at Sarabeth's with Iolanthe. Lovey and the Musical Genius were supposed to join us but cancelled that morning. They claimed illness but I suspect at least part of that was due to a strong desire to sleep in past 11AM. Their loss as we had a great time. Sarabeth's makes a tasty bloody mary and good eggs.
And then off to the Guggenheim for some Mapplethorpe fun. I'm not a huge fan of the Guggenheim but the exhibit sounded cool. And it was a nice mix of folks I think. People who could appreciate the work but still giggle a little too. Which I learned right off the bat. First, as we're reading the intro explanation wall one woman turns to the guy she's with and asks, "Do you like art?". Weird question to begin with, and as Iolanthe pointed out, kinda late to be asking now. Of course, when I asked Iolanthe if she liked art, she said no. Then, we see the photograph of a marble statue from behind. And the way the light hit and the polish of the marble, this guy had a VERY shiny ass. It was a little distracting. Nothing else was so shiny. Just the ass. And Iolanthe came up and told me she could focus on nothing else in the photograph. My kinda girl.
I really liked a lot of the work and the comparison with a variety of classical engravings and such was interesting. Though some comparisons looked like someone was really trying to put an exhibition together rather than something more natural. And, as Muffy pointed out, the Guggenheim kinda sucked for a black and white photography exhibit. With the light coming through the glass ceiling and the spiral walkway creating white horizontal striped reflections on the glass fronts, it was hard to see some of the photographs. Annoying but still fun. And I got a nice postcard of Ah-nold for Lovey. To remind her of our conference planning of doom in January and to let her know the fun times she missed. She now has the photograph as her computer's wallpaper. I'm contemplating calling HR to report her. Beefcake should not be allowed in the workplace.
After that we sent Iolanthe off to a massage and a possible date and wandered down to Tiffany's for bling window shopping and to get wedding rings polished and resized. I could not find a single engagement ring I liked. But at least Muffy enjoyed the testosterone panic in the room and the pearl cowboy, fireman and monopoly guys. And I did see a few emerald and opal pieces to buy when I have my millions.
After that some errands, dinner at Hill Diner (VERY alcoholic Sangria!) and off to the Cobble Hill Cinema for The Aristocrats. I kinda like the big theater a little better. Better seats and screens, but I think mostly I prefer the sketchier crowd with all their comments and rowdiness. Cobble Hill gets a little pretentious for my tastes. But the movie was hysterical. I hadn't heard the joke and I'm kinda glad as it was a surprise of sorts for me. But it was so funny. All three of us had at least five or so moments when we just lost it. And I didn't even get too fazed by all the poo talk. Though George Carlin almost did me in at the start of the movie. I completely recommend it and would be willing to go again. After that was some down time in my back yard with a bottle of wine and discussions on life and the after life. And poo. You know how it goes.
Sunday I slept in, did a a few chores and then headed off to Jersey. Getting to Jersey from Brooklyn ain't easy. Especially when the MTA doesn't want to provide any trains for me to use to leave the 'hood. So, after much walking, a couple of trains and more walking I made it to the home of PimpDaddy and PimpMama and had a delightful night. PimpMama made a great dinner and we chatted and caught up and had a good time. And all that walking and train hopping was good for me. I think I must've sweated out a few pounds. So sick of this humidity.
Last night was a gathering of Muffy, Steph, Charlotte, Maggie, PimpMama and I at Pop to discuss Sesquisentenial plans for the ALS. I managed to dump a full glass of Merlot in my lap and we did have to discuss event planning and all, but it was fun. And I got another glass of wine so everything worked out for the best.
Today we have our Econ/Strat outing at the big boss's house. I skipped out last year but am going this year. Skipped the golf clinic though. Golf and I no longer mix. I think it's better this way. I really hope it rains soon and kills the humidity before we head to CT for drinks around the pool. As wet as it is in the New York Metro area right now we might as well have drinks IN the pool. HATE the wet. HATE.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
I'm That Girl
I have become that girl. The one who is obsessed with her weight and food and exercise and calories. The one who used to be interesting and funny and talked about sex a little too much but is now boring and looks at your cheeseburger as if she's counting how many calories it is and how many grams of saturated fat it contains and is thinking of how much she'd like to eat it RIGHT NOW.
I am so, so sorry. For my friends, for anyone who reads this blog, for anyone who works near me or sits near me in a restaurant. So, so sorry. Because now I just babble about what I'm eating or my latest grocery delivery or how many calories lawn mowing and weeding burn and how I'm healthy but won't be in a few years and how I really need to be careful about saturated fats and sodium and OH MY GOD SHUT ME UP!!!!!!
I want to talk about books and things I've done recently and travel and stuff like that. I haven't read a whole magazine in months and haven't touched From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler in days. I'm too obsessed with planning menus and weeding and planning walking schedules. But, it's not like it's a hard book that takes weeks to finish or sucks up huge amounts of time. I actually love it and have read it a million times. Whenever I read it I start talking about how cool it would be to live in the Met and what I would do. And then I start wondering if there are other museums I'd like living in more and ponder if they'd really have sheets on a bed in a museum. Though when I do that, it takes very little time before people call me a dork and run away. So maybe it's better that I talk about calories than that? I don't know. I just worry about me.
I just met up with Charlotte for coffee and chatting. Haven't seen her in ages and she's going to be working in my 'hood now. And the first thing I started talking about when she asked how I was... Yup, you guessed it. My doctor's visit and my weight and how I've lost 11 pounds and am eating healthier and walking more and sitting on my ass less and OH MY GOD SHUT ME UP!!!!! Though, after I got that out of my system and she nodded politely and said the right things we moved on to other topics like work and gossip and sex and wedding stuff and fall plans. So that's something. Still, I worry about me. Becoming so damn boring.
Don't even THINK about writing to tell me I was boring before.
I am so, so sorry. For my friends, for anyone who reads this blog, for anyone who works near me or sits near me in a restaurant. So, so sorry. Because now I just babble about what I'm eating or my latest grocery delivery or how many calories lawn mowing and weeding burn and how I'm healthy but won't be in a few years and how I really need to be careful about saturated fats and sodium and OH MY GOD SHUT ME UP!!!!!!
I want to talk about books and things I've done recently and travel and stuff like that. I haven't read a whole magazine in months and haven't touched From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler in days. I'm too obsessed with planning menus and weeding and planning walking schedules. But, it's not like it's a hard book that takes weeks to finish or sucks up huge amounts of time. I actually love it and have read it a million times. Whenever I read it I start talking about how cool it would be to live in the Met and what I would do. And then I start wondering if there are other museums I'd like living in more and ponder if they'd really have sheets on a bed in a museum. Though when I do that, it takes very little time before people call me a dork and run away. So maybe it's better that I talk about calories than that? I don't know. I just worry about me.
I just met up with Charlotte for coffee and chatting. Haven't seen her in ages and she's going to be working in my 'hood now. And the first thing I started talking about when she asked how I was... Yup, you guessed it. My doctor's visit and my weight and how I've lost 11 pounds and am eating healthier and walking more and sitting on my ass less and OH MY GOD SHUT ME UP!!!!! Though, after I got that out of my system and she nodded politely and said the right things we moved on to other topics like work and gossip and sex and wedding stuff and fall plans. So that's something. Still, I worry about me. Becoming so damn boring.
Don't even THINK about writing to tell me I was boring before.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Crazy lady (with cats!)
I was pondering last night, with Muffy & Steph, what my upstairs neighbor must think of me.
I sing in the shower. Loudly. Usually 50's pop tunes. "CUUUUUUUUU-pid, draw back your bo-ow, and let, your arrow flo-ow, straight to, my lover's heart, fo-orr meeeeeeeeeee."
Whenever I walk by the fly paper with the flies all stuck to it I yell "Die, motherfucker," because I really hate the flies. And I love me some Janice Dickinson. Last night, while doing my fave fun time activity of scooping the catbox, I discovered these flies had been trying to lay eggs in my kitties's poo. Well, some choice words yelled at the fly paper. Worse than "die, motherfucker". Yelled at flypaper. Full of fly carcasses. While holding a pooper scooper and a plastic grocery bag (double-bagged, of course) of poo. Picture it.
The stuff I yell at the cats when they fight each other, scratch the screen, scratch me, pee outside the box or throw up on my Playboys? It's not pretty and rarely makes sense. Growling "think inside the box, bitch" probably sounds a little off. Though if she could just see Nani standing in her litter box, happily peeing off the side and onto the floor she would totally understand. Cooing, "Did you kill something, baby? Good job, you kill that toy, Peanut," at 3 in the morning when DKE has woken me up to announce that she's killed her catnip mouse toy for the three millionth time has to sound kinda weird too yeah? Hopefully the upstairs neighbor sleeps through that.
But I KNOW she's seen me out in the back with the weeds when I see a bug, and then squeal like a four year old girl and do the bug dance with flailing arms and head shaking for about a minute. She's gotta think that's odd. Oh, shit. What if Hot Cop next door has seen me do that? Ooooh, so not good. But then again he's probably also seen me take out the trash in my house dress.
Ah, another thing. Yesterday, rather than taking 30 seconds to throw on shorts and a t-shirt to take out the trash, I just threw a short sleeved hoodie over my sarong (wrapped around me like a towel) and went out in my koala slippers.
I am so totally the crazy lady in the 'hood with the two cats and the slippers and the housedress (nightshirt, same thing) and the garden. Never getting married. Living to 102 and spending the last 50 years of that alone and inside while the neighborhood children make up scary stories about me. And when I die, my cats will eat me.
I sing in the shower. Loudly. Usually 50's pop tunes. "CUUUUUUUUU-pid, draw back your bo-ow, and let, your arrow flo-ow, straight to, my lover's heart, fo-orr meeeeeeeeeee."
Whenever I walk by the fly paper with the flies all stuck to it I yell "Die, motherfucker," because I really hate the flies. And I love me some Janice Dickinson. Last night, while doing my fave fun time activity of scooping the catbox, I discovered these flies had been trying to lay eggs in my kitties's poo. Well, some choice words yelled at the fly paper. Worse than "die, motherfucker". Yelled at flypaper. Full of fly carcasses. While holding a pooper scooper and a plastic grocery bag (double-bagged, of course) of poo. Picture it.
The stuff I yell at the cats when they fight each other, scratch the screen, scratch me, pee outside the box or throw up on my Playboys? It's not pretty and rarely makes sense. Growling "think inside the box, bitch" probably sounds a little off. Though if she could just see Nani standing in her litter box, happily peeing off the side and onto the floor she would totally understand. Cooing, "Did you kill something, baby? Good job, you kill that toy, Peanut," at 3 in the morning when DKE has woken me up to announce that she's killed her catnip mouse toy for the three millionth time has to sound kinda weird too yeah? Hopefully the upstairs neighbor sleeps through that.
But I KNOW she's seen me out in the back with the weeds when I see a bug, and then squeal like a four year old girl and do the bug dance with flailing arms and head shaking for about a minute. She's gotta think that's odd. Oh, shit. What if Hot Cop next door has seen me do that? Ooooh, so not good. But then again he's probably also seen me take out the trash in my house dress.
Ah, another thing. Yesterday, rather than taking 30 seconds to throw on shorts and a t-shirt to take out the trash, I just threw a short sleeved hoodie over my sarong (wrapped around me like a towel) and went out in my koala slippers.
I am so totally the crazy lady in the 'hood with the two cats and the slippers and the housedress (nightshirt, same thing) and the garden. Never getting married. Living to 102 and spending the last 50 years of that alone and inside while the neighborhood children make up scary stories about me. And when I die, my cats will eat me.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
I *heart* Winn
I love the Winn Discount in my 'hood. It took me a while to discover it. Mom was visiting me around the time I was moving from my first Brooklyn apartment in Carroll Gardens to my second Brooklyn apartment in Cobble Hill, just three blocks away or so. She was gossiping with my neighbor for a bit during the move and the woman mentioned Winn. Which was just up the street from my old place. And she was shocked and appalled that Mom had never heard of it and that I had never been there. And so Mom trudged over and fell in love. And bought an ashtray and lectured me for not getting out more.
It's one of those great places that sorta seems to have everything and they have it for rather cheap. This Twinkle copper and silver polish that my Mom hasn't been able to find in years? Winn has it. Backyard parties need a cheap tablecloth, cups and possible a baby BBQ? Winn has it. I couldn't find my wrench to work on my shower head of doom and didn't really want to spend a lot of money on a new one? Went to Winn. Got a decent wrench AND a pipe wrench all for under $10. Plastic tubs and wrapping paper and bathroom trash cans... all at Winn. Good times.
And just recently I was scouring all over looking for fly paper. No one has any. You can get a Raid spray thing that bombs your whole house, but it involves spending half an hour outside of the house with the cats and I fear I'd want to wash all my pots and pans and dishes after. And I don't have a dishwasher. Sooooo... I want fly paper. And finally on my way home from work I remembered WINN! Oh yeah, they had it. Flies are dying horrible deaths in my apartment right now. Good times. And while I was there, the woman at the check out counter complimented my purse. Such a happy place. Winn Discount.
It's one of those great places that sorta seems to have everything and they have it for rather cheap. This Twinkle copper and silver polish that my Mom hasn't been able to find in years? Winn has it. Backyard parties need a cheap tablecloth, cups and possible a baby BBQ? Winn has it. I couldn't find my wrench to work on my shower head of doom and didn't really want to spend a lot of money on a new one? Went to Winn. Got a decent wrench AND a pipe wrench all for under $10. Plastic tubs and wrapping paper and bathroom trash cans... all at Winn. Good times.
And just recently I was scouring all over looking for fly paper. No one has any. You can get a Raid spray thing that bombs your whole house, but it involves spending half an hour outside of the house with the cats and I fear I'd want to wash all my pots and pans and dishes after. And I don't have a dishwasher. Sooooo... I want fly paper. And finally on my way home from work I remembered WINN! Oh yeah, they had it. Flies are dying horrible deaths in my apartment right now. Good times. And while I was there, the woman at the check out counter complimented my purse. Such a happy place. Winn Discount.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Pot Luck
I work with Economists. Nerdy economists. With fairly poor social skills. Very awkward folks to be around sometimes. I think when I started here I sorta terrified them. With my talking about things other than finance. I'm just wacky that way. One of the guys I work with, who has come a long way socially since I first started with the group, once responded to my hello with, "What? What? Do you need some data?"
But since that time Sheena and I have become friends and Lovey joined the group and now things are a bit livelier. And we work very hard to find ways to entertain ourselves to keep from losing our minds. We sneak out for the occasional movie. We joke around all the time. We bitch and moan and mock. We have huge (covering entire conference room tables with food and drink) parties for our own birthdays and the occasional holiday. And on Thursday we decided to try a pot luck, just for the hell of it. And because the fussiest of my bosses was out.
We had seven layer dip, hummus, veggies, chipitos (the first tortilla chip to come out against double dipping), a chicken poppy seed casserole, fruit salad, and a very garlicky guacamole. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies. We've been the most popular section of the floor for two days now. With everyone wanting to know what the occasion was. And of course the whole time we were here gorging and talking smack about the firm every member of management on our floor walked by. Good times.
We think we'll do it again soon. Maybe I'll even make Spaghetti Pie!
But since that time Sheena and I have become friends and Lovey joined the group and now things are a bit livelier. And we work very hard to find ways to entertain ourselves to keep from losing our minds. We sneak out for the occasional movie. We joke around all the time. We bitch and moan and mock. We have huge (covering entire conference room tables with food and drink) parties for our own birthdays and the occasional holiday. And on Thursday we decided to try a pot luck, just for the hell of it. And because the fussiest of my bosses was out.
We had seven layer dip, hummus, veggies, chipitos (the first tortilla chip to come out against double dipping), a chicken poppy seed casserole, fruit salad, and a very garlicky guacamole. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies. We've been the most popular section of the floor for two days now. With everyone wanting to know what the occasion was. And of course the whole time we were here gorging and talking smack about the firm every member of management on our floor walked by. Good times.
We think we'll do it again soon. Maybe I'll even make Spaghetti Pie!
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Slacker
I have been a horrible slacker. In so many ways. For one thing, I've slacked with the blog. Others have commented upon it. Including Daddy. Apologies. I will try to be better. Especially since one of the main reasons I started this damn thing was to encourage me to write regularly.
I have also slacked in many, many other ways. Which I've come to realize lately as I complain about one thing or the other. (I complain a lot, I'm a Gemini.) In many of the cases the person I'm complaining to (complaining at?) expresses sympathy and while I appreciate that sympathy I end up saying, "well, I only have myself to blame" or some variation on that. I have brought all these evils upon myself and now I'm going to have to work about a thousand times harder to fix everything so it can be maintained with average effort.
My Lawn. My beautiful, beautiful back yard. After my glorious day of mowing a million years ago I have neglected it. It was too hot or I was too tired or I wanted to do some weeding before mowing again or I had big plans or I know nothing about gardening (this last one is very true, I know NOTHING - Help ME!) blah blah blah. Whatever. I pussed out and now it's a jungle. The grass is super tall and I may have to whack it down before I can even mow it. Weeds have grown up so big and bad I think they might have devoured my azaleas. The back area which could be a great garden of some sorts is almost completely made up of weeds. The hammock is covered in twigs and things. The porch is littered with dried earthworm carcasses. It's a jungle. And it's my own damn fault. And I have to fix it. I've been yanking tall big weeds and pulling vines that are growing into the lilly bed. I have a few more hours of this before I can mow. 'Cause I want to try and yank the weeds out by the roots now that I can see them as weeds, which I don't think I'll be able to do so well once I've mowed them down. After I do that I'll mow. And after I mow I'll need to do more weeding and attack the back plot. And salvage the hammock. And sweep the porch. And clean the grill. All the while doing whatever I can to save the azaleas. I've cleared the weeds from them and have been watering them. But they're so brown and sad and I fear it might be too late. Still, it's not too late for the whole yard. And maybe after all this work I can have a yard that requires only a few hours of mowing and weeding a week in the spring and summer and only a few hours of maintenance a month in the fall and winter. We shall see.
The House. My apartment has gotten gross. It's a cute place but I have become the world's worst litterbox cleaner. And of course I chose to claim this title in the summer. When it's hot. And stinky. When the flies come out to play. Ah. The flies. One particularly bad time I just let the box go. For way too long. And the flies came. And now they won't leave. And I'll have to buy fly paper. And pray. And hopefully the flies will be gone soon. And one day the cats will remember that they're supposed to pee in the box and not on the floor beside the box. And life will be good. But, sadly, it's not just the catbox. Cat hair is on everything because I have some kind of aversion to my vacuum (maybe I need the Roomba). And I own too much crap and need to get rid of it. And I need to learn more about this verb "dust". I'm familiar with the noun "dust" as said noun is all over my furniture. I need to file all my papers and keepsakes away. I need to have a stoop sale and unload all the crap I collect because I have my Dad's compulsion to buy, buy, buy. I need to admit I'm never going to listen to the majority of my cassette tapes again and unload them. Things like that. I need to do my dishes and clean my fridge and reorganize my pots and my linen closet and all that crap. And I've started. Tuesday night, while avoiding more weeding (I weeded on Monday so hush up) I decided to clean the cat box which led to vacuuming which led to mopping which led to a pretty floor. Yay. And I tried out this pet hair/odor carpet thing last night that kinda works. You still need to put some effort into the vacuuming but it helps. Anyway, lots to do there, but I'm working on it.
My Fat Ass. As explored earlier this week, my eating and exercise habits are just embarrassing and it's led to a fat butt and a thick heart. Sometime in my adulthood I decided that eating a bag of chips while waiting for the mac (of boxed mac & cheese) to boil and then eating another bag of chips with the mac & cheese constituted an acceptable dinner. There are many other food crimes I used to commit on a daily basis, but I think I've embarrassed myself enough. You get the idea. And, as with everything else, it's all really my fault. My doctor was talking about getting me to a nutritionist and was asking me about how many calories I eat in a day. He was thinking I must have a slow metabolism and might need some help. And then I explained I eat about 3000 - 4000 calories a day. The fat ass, is all my own dam fault. I don't want to be as big as I am. I want to be in better shape. But until now I've never really wanted it enough. I would try diets for a while and eventually say screw it and inhale food again. I have tried different gyms and work outs and eventually gave those up. But it's just too much of a problem for me and now I must fix it. And I'm making progress so far. I'm down 10 pounds from my late June doctor's visit of doom. I'm paying more attention to what and how much I put in my mouth and I'm going out walking and all of that. Plus, the housework and yard work is making me more active and thus helping the ass as well. Though my poor interweb and TiVo are starting to feel a little neglected. Poor, poor little TiVo. Stuffed full on all those Daily Shows and bad shows I won't admit in writing that I watch.
My Job/Career. Once upon a time I was going to save the world. Then I was going to go to med school and become a doctor. And then I decided I was going to be an actress. The hell? A career where who you know and how you look matters more than anything else combined? Yeah, that's a wise choice for me. Or not. But I chose it, so I came to New York to do a little theatre and hang out while waiting for my fiance to graduate, at which point we could move elsewhere. The fiance didn't work out, New York and I fell in love and the acting attempt was rather half-assed. I quickly became disillusioned with the NYC theatre scene and decided to take a break and just make money and have a good time. That break has lasted years and years and I think I'm finally admitting I'm never going back to acting full time. Or even mildly part time. My current job pays me fairly well, but it's a crap job and I'm never going to go anywhere in it. And this is where I've been for a couple of years. But I don't know what to do and I don't know how to get out of the rut. But I have to get out of it. I have to find a job that gives me something more than a paycheck. It might just be me sending my resume out and seeing what sticks, trying something in theatre production or management. Or maybe going back to school and looking into becoming a therapist. I don't know. But I have to do something and I have to do it soon. 'Cause I'm tired of being a slacker in a job that kind of embarrasses me and makes me angry way too often. And that's the one thing on this list I've made almost no progress on. But it's on the list. This anti-slacker list.
I'm never going to land a husband now, am I? Now you all know the truth? The bad housekeeping, the fat ass, the constant complaining. Dammit.
I have also slacked in many, many other ways. Which I've come to realize lately as I complain about one thing or the other. (I complain a lot, I'm a Gemini.) In many of the cases the person I'm complaining to (complaining at?) expresses sympathy and while I appreciate that sympathy I end up saying, "well, I only have myself to blame" or some variation on that. I have brought all these evils upon myself and now I'm going to have to work about a thousand times harder to fix everything so it can be maintained with average effort.
My Lawn. My beautiful, beautiful back yard. After my glorious day of mowing a million years ago I have neglected it. It was too hot or I was too tired or I wanted to do some weeding before mowing again or I had big plans or I know nothing about gardening (this last one is very true, I know NOTHING - Help ME!) blah blah blah. Whatever. I pussed out and now it's a jungle. The grass is super tall and I may have to whack it down before I can even mow it. Weeds have grown up so big and bad I think they might have devoured my azaleas. The back area which could be a great garden of some sorts is almost completely made up of weeds. The hammock is covered in twigs and things. The porch is littered with dried earthworm carcasses. It's a jungle. And it's my own damn fault. And I have to fix it. I've been yanking tall big weeds and pulling vines that are growing into the lilly bed. I have a few more hours of this before I can mow. 'Cause I want to try and yank the weeds out by the roots now that I can see them as weeds, which I don't think I'll be able to do so well once I've mowed them down. After I do that I'll mow. And after I mow I'll need to do more weeding and attack the back plot. And salvage the hammock. And sweep the porch. And clean the grill. All the while doing whatever I can to save the azaleas. I've cleared the weeds from them and have been watering them. But they're so brown and sad and I fear it might be too late. Still, it's not too late for the whole yard. And maybe after all this work I can have a yard that requires only a few hours of mowing and weeding a week in the spring and summer and only a few hours of maintenance a month in the fall and winter. We shall see.
The House. My apartment has gotten gross. It's a cute place but I have become the world's worst litterbox cleaner. And of course I chose to claim this title in the summer. When it's hot. And stinky. When the flies come out to play. Ah. The flies. One particularly bad time I just let the box go. For way too long. And the flies came. And now they won't leave. And I'll have to buy fly paper. And pray. And hopefully the flies will be gone soon. And one day the cats will remember that they're supposed to pee in the box and not on the floor beside the box. And life will be good. But, sadly, it's not just the catbox. Cat hair is on everything because I have some kind of aversion to my vacuum (maybe I need the Roomba). And I own too much crap and need to get rid of it. And I need to learn more about this verb "dust". I'm familiar with the noun "dust" as said noun is all over my furniture. I need to file all my papers and keepsakes away. I need to have a stoop sale and unload all the crap I collect because I have my Dad's compulsion to buy, buy, buy. I need to admit I'm never going to listen to the majority of my cassette tapes again and unload them. Things like that. I need to do my dishes and clean my fridge and reorganize my pots and my linen closet and all that crap. And I've started. Tuesday night, while avoiding more weeding (I weeded on Monday so hush up) I decided to clean the cat box which led to vacuuming which led to mopping which led to a pretty floor. Yay. And I tried out this pet hair/odor carpet thing last night that kinda works. You still need to put some effort into the vacuuming but it helps. Anyway, lots to do there, but I'm working on it.
My Fat Ass. As explored earlier this week, my eating and exercise habits are just embarrassing and it's led to a fat butt and a thick heart. Sometime in my adulthood I decided that eating a bag of chips while waiting for the mac (of boxed mac & cheese) to boil and then eating another bag of chips with the mac & cheese constituted an acceptable dinner. There are many other food crimes I used to commit on a daily basis, but I think I've embarrassed myself enough. You get the idea. And, as with everything else, it's all really my fault. My doctor was talking about getting me to a nutritionist and was asking me about how many calories I eat in a day. He was thinking I must have a slow metabolism and might need some help. And then I explained I eat about 3000 - 4000 calories a day. The fat ass, is all my own dam fault. I don't want to be as big as I am. I want to be in better shape. But until now I've never really wanted it enough. I would try diets for a while and eventually say screw it and inhale food again. I have tried different gyms and work outs and eventually gave those up. But it's just too much of a problem for me and now I must fix it. And I'm making progress so far. I'm down 10 pounds from my late June doctor's visit of doom. I'm paying more attention to what and how much I put in my mouth and I'm going out walking and all of that. Plus, the housework and yard work is making me more active and thus helping the ass as well. Though my poor interweb and TiVo are starting to feel a little neglected. Poor, poor little TiVo. Stuffed full on all those Daily Shows and bad shows I won't admit in writing that I watch.
My Job/Career. Once upon a time I was going to save the world. Then I was going to go to med school and become a doctor. And then I decided I was going to be an actress. The hell? A career where who you know and how you look matters more than anything else combined? Yeah, that's a wise choice for me. Or not. But I chose it, so I came to New York to do a little theatre and hang out while waiting for my fiance to graduate, at which point we could move elsewhere. The fiance didn't work out, New York and I fell in love and the acting attempt was rather half-assed. I quickly became disillusioned with the NYC theatre scene and decided to take a break and just make money and have a good time. That break has lasted years and years and I think I'm finally admitting I'm never going back to acting full time. Or even mildly part time. My current job pays me fairly well, but it's a crap job and I'm never going to go anywhere in it. And this is where I've been for a couple of years. But I don't know what to do and I don't know how to get out of the rut. But I have to get out of it. I have to find a job that gives me something more than a paycheck. It might just be me sending my resume out and seeing what sticks, trying something in theatre production or management. Or maybe going back to school and looking into becoming a therapist. I don't know. But I have to do something and I have to do it soon. 'Cause I'm tired of being a slacker in a job that kind of embarrasses me and makes me angry way too often. And that's the one thing on this list I've made almost no progress on. But it's on the list. This anti-slacker list.
I'm never going to land a husband now, am I? Now you all know the truth? The bad housekeeping, the fat ass, the constant complaining. Dammit.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Thickness in the heart
So, it turns out I am too fat.
I haven't been a skinny little thing since I was a little girl. And a little while after that I was curvy and mostly happy with my body. Well, I was a girl growing up in America so of course I dieted and stressed about my weight and hated my thighs. It's a rite of passage these days. Sadly. But really, I was cute and all. In great shape; dancing, running around, active, not eating too badly. It was all good.
And then in college it started to go wrong. I'm not entirely sure why. Probably because of a whole bunch of things, as is usually the case. I wasn't dancing anymore. I spent more time being still than I used to. I developed horrible eating habits and learned I was capable of consuming whole bags of chips. I got older so my metabolism probably shifted some. I also just started to do fewer and fewer active things. So... I gained a lot of weight.
And I moved to New York. And went through much stress. And lost a bit of the weight. And it was good. But then, I went back to the bad college habits with twice the vigor. Consuming huge amounts of crap all the time. Spending lots and lots of time home in front of a computer and/or TV. Hermiting more than usual. Working at a desk job for 8-12 hours a day. Nothing scary. I have friends, I go out, I eat the occasional fruits and vegetables. It's not good. But it's not so bad I'd end up in a special interest story on fat hermits or something.
But that might be part of the problem. It was bad, but not so bad I worried much about it. I'd want to lose weight to be a little healthier or to be able to go hiking on harder trails or to look pretty or get massive amounts of sex (just kidding, Daddy). But it wasn't a huge thing for me. I've always kinda thought I was still cute and it's not like I can't do lots of physical stuff.
But, I've been to the doctor now. And at first he seemed happy about my attitude. I think he sees a lot of anorexics and bulimics and wasn't used to someone like me. Who has the opposite problem. Instead of seeing myself as fat even if I'm thin, I still have the idea that I'm the thinner girl I once was. I don't think I've ever truly seen how fat I am. Even when I think about how much I weigh, it didn't phase me. It didn't seem real. I would hear about people who looked huge and kind of unhealthy and they would weigh less than me and I would ignore that. Pshaw.
But I can't really Pshaw that now. Now I have to really look at my body. I'm not healthy It's not okay and I'm not able to go on like before, eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted (which is all the time). 'Cause I finally went to see a doctor for a physical. And we did some tests.
Now, it's nothing to freak out over. Right now I'm actually mostly healthy. But, all signs point to some seriously ugly health issues down the road. My blood work, my thyroid ulstrasound and my echocardiogram all show that if I don't fix things fast I'm well on the way to diabetes and heart disease, two of the very limited number of illnesses that do run in my family. And this has all scared the crap out of me. My doctor is a nice guy and keeps reminding me that I am healthy now. Which is good. But the echo showed I have some "thickness" in my heart. The hell. My god. I don't care how healthy I currently am. Hearing that freaked the fuck out of me. And thinking about it now it still scares me.
But, I need to keep a grip and remember that I'm lucky because I can fix this. The majority of this can be stopped and possibly even reversed if I just get my fat ass in shape. It's scary, but it's all under my control right now. If I sensibly lose weight and get more active I can fix this. And so I'm going to try. I've tried before and failed. Miserably. But now I have "thickness" in my heart. And hopefully that'll get me to where I need to be.
I also have a lot of support. Sheena and Lovey and Muppet all let me obsess about food and exercise as much as I want at work. Sheena is even cracking the whip over what I eat while I'm at work. Bitch made me give up half & half and mayo on my Subway sandwiches and American cheese on my breakfast burritos. And for that I hate her. And love her. Turnip is letting me vent and moan and whine and cry and is in it with me. And when it gets really hard my Mom is there to remind me that she had a heart attack and could've died and gave up smoking (a habit she had for longer than I've been alive) and I'm just being a damn pussy about the cheetos. Though she doesn't quite use those words. And I think when more folks figure out what's going on with me they'll probably be pretty good too. And won't make too many faces when I become that girl who can't talk about anything but food and calories. Oh dear god. Don't let me be that girl. Though, I guess right now I'd rather be that girl than the girl I will be if I don't get it together.
So. There you go. Just thought I'd share.
I haven't been a skinny little thing since I was a little girl. And a little while after that I was curvy and mostly happy with my body. Well, I was a girl growing up in America so of course I dieted and stressed about my weight and hated my thighs. It's a rite of passage these days. Sadly. But really, I was cute and all. In great shape; dancing, running around, active, not eating too badly. It was all good.
And then in college it started to go wrong. I'm not entirely sure why. Probably because of a whole bunch of things, as is usually the case. I wasn't dancing anymore. I spent more time being still than I used to. I developed horrible eating habits and learned I was capable of consuming whole bags of chips. I got older so my metabolism probably shifted some. I also just started to do fewer and fewer active things. So... I gained a lot of weight.
And I moved to New York. And went through much stress. And lost a bit of the weight. And it was good. But then, I went back to the bad college habits with twice the vigor. Consuming huge amounts of crap all the time. Spending lots and lots of time home in front of a computer and/or TV. Hermiting more than usual. Working at a desk job for 8-12 hours a day. Nothing scary. I have friends, I go out, I eat the occasional fruits and vegetables. It's not good. But it's not so bad I'd end up in a special interest story on fat hermits or something.
But that might be part of the problem. It was bad, but not so bad I worried much about it. I'd want to lose weight to be a little healthier or to be able to go hiking on harder trails or to look pretty or get massive amounts of sex (just kidding, Daddy). But it wasn't a huge thing for me. I've always kinda thought I was still cute and it's not like I can't do lots of physical stuff.
But, I've been to the doctor now. And at first he seemed happy about my attitude. I think he sees a lot of anorexics and bulimics and wasn't used to someone like me. Who has the opposite problem. Instead of seeing myself as fat even if I'm thin, I still have the idea that I'm the thinner girl I once was. I don't think I've ever truly seen how fat I am. Even when I think about how much I weigh, it didn't phase me. It didn't seem real. I would hear about people who looked huge and kind of unhealthy and they would weigh less than me and I would ignore that. Pshaw.
But I can't really Pshaw that now. Now I have to really look at my body. I'm not healthy It's not okay and I'm not able to go on like before, eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted (which is all the time). 'Cause I finally went to see a doctor for a physical. And we did some tests.
Now, it's nothing to freak out over. Right now I'm actually mostly healthy. But, all signs point to some seriously ugly health issues down the road. My blood work, my thyroid ulstrasound and my echocardiogram all show that if I don't fix things fast I'm well on the way to diabetes and heart disease, two of the very limited number of illnesses that do run in my family. And this has all scared the crap out of me. My doctor is a nice guy and keeps reminding me that I am healthy now. Which is good. But the echo showed I have some "thickness" in my heart. The hell. My god. I don't care how healthy I currently am. Hearing that freaked the fuck out of me. And thinking about it now it still scares me.
But, I need to keep a grip and remember that I'm lucky because I can fix this. The majority of this can be stopped and possibly even reversed if I just get my fat ass in shape. It's scary, but it's all under my control right now. If I sensibly lose weight and get more active I can fix this. And so I'm going to try. I've tried before and failed. Miserably. But now I have "thickness" in my heart. And hopefully that'll get me to where I need to be.
I also have a lot of support. Sheena and Lovey and Muppet all let me obsess about food and exercise as much as I want at work. Sheena is even cracking the whip over what I eat while I'm at work. Bitch made me give up half & half and mayo on my Subway sandwiches and American cheese on my breakfast burritos. And for that I hate her. And love her. Turnip is letting me vent and moan and whine and cry and is in it with me. And when it gets really hard my Mom is there to remind me that she had a heart attack and could've died and gave up smoking (a habit she had for longer than I've been alive) and I'm just being a damn pussy about the cheetos. Though she doesn't quite use those words. And I think when more folks figure out what's going on with me they'll probably be pretty good too. And won't make too many faces when I become that girl who can't talk about anything but food and calories. Oh dear god. Don't let me be that girl. Though, I guess right now I'd rather be that girl than the girl I will be if I don't get it together.
So. There you go. Just thought I'd share.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Baby Panda!
Amanda: What's better than a baby panda?
Lovey: Nothing!
Amanda: You know it.
My mother is getting revenge for all the TV Shows I got her addicted to over the last few years.
I cannot stop watching the Baby Panda. I'll be doing some work, get cranky and turn to Baby Panda! Eating lunch and can't do much work while shoveling yogurt, turn to Baby Panda! Coffee hasn't kicked in yet, Baby Panda!
Lovey, Muppet and I are working on our plot to head to DC, visit some friends, snatch the Baby Panda (all Charlie's Angels badass like) and head back home. Muppet and I will share custody. She gets it Wednesdays and every other weekend, I get him the rest of the time. Lovey will visit as much as she can. Though really, I have the backyard, I should get him all the time. Sadly, if this does not work out, Monkey Man has refused to come down and bail us out of jail. Any volunteers?
He's so cute when he wiggles. Which is like, all the time. When Mom goes off to eat and he's all alone he kicks his little legs and grabs his ears or nose and I almost squeal out loud at work. Sheena is quite tired of the cooing coming from Lovey and I. Because she does not understand the unbelievable cuteness of Baby Panda! And Lovey and I are forced to quote Paula Abdul lyrics about her. And Monkey Man. Bad Baby Panda! non loving people...
Baby Panda!
Lovey: Nothing!
Amanda: You know it.
My mother is getting revenge for all the TV Shows I got her addicted to over the last few years.
I cannot stop watching the Baby Panda. I'll be doing some work, get cranky and turn to Baby Panda! Eating lunch and can't do much work while shoveling yogurt, turn to Baby Panda! Coffee hasn't kicked in yet, Baby Panda!
Lovey, Muppet and I are working on our plot to head to DC, visit some friends, snatch the Baby Panda (all Charlie's Angels badass like) and head back home. Muppet and I will share custody. She gets it Wednesdays and every other weekend, I get him the rest of the time. Lovey will visit as much as she can. Though really, I have the backyard, I should get him all the time. Sadly, if this does not work out, Monkey Man has refused to come down and bail us out of jail. Any volunteers?
He's so cute when he wiggles. Which is like, all the time. When Mom goes off to eat and he's all alone he kicks his little legs and grabs his ears or nose and I almost squeal out loud at work. Sheena is quite tired of the cooing coming from Lovey and I. Because she does not understand the unbelievable cuteness of Baby Panda! And Lovey and I are forced to quote Paula Abdul lyrics about her. And Monkey Man. Bad Baby Panda! non loving people...
Baby Panda!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Cobble Hill
It appears that they are, recently have been or soon will be filming something for The Sopranos in my 'hood. If the signs are to be believed. Normally filming on the street doesn't thrill me beyond reason or anything because I have lived in New York for nine years now (can you fucking believe it - longest I've ever lived ANYWHERE?!?!?!). But I like The Sopranos and there are trucks and lights and a limo hooked to a tow and trailers and all of that about half a block from my pad.
If it weren't so hot, wet and miserable outside right now I'd be tempted to wander around and see what I could see. But it is hot, wet and miserable and should be storming soon. So the discomfort is high and the chance of seeing anything low. But it should be fun to watch this season and see what they shot here.
You know, filming on the street actually never thrilled me now that I think about it. Because the first NYC film crew I ever encountered filmed right outside the first apartment I had here in NYC. Not long after I moved in because Charlotte's bed hadn't arrived yet and we were both sharing mine. Which isn't nearly as sexy as it sounds. But nothing that happened in that apartment was as sexy as it sounded. Very sexy sounding stories out of that place. Anyway, we were sleeping at night and were suddenly blinded by lights from the street. From the damn film crew. At a ridiculous hour. Pissed me off more than anything else. And I never figured out what it was for.
I DO get a kick out of seeing my neighborhoods (I've lived in five while in New York) in movies though. Like when I saw my building in American Psycho. Right after he tries to feed the kitty to the ATM. Awesome. Christian Bale's hot bod was at one point just outside my window. Bliss.
If it weren't so hot, wet and miserable outside right now I'd be tempted to wander around and see what I could see. But it is hot, wet and miserable and should be storming soon. So the discomfort is high and the chance of seeing anything low. But it should be fun to watch this season and see what they shot here.
You know, filming on the street actually never thrilled me now that I think about it. Because the first NYC film crew I ever encountered filmed right outside the first apartment I had here in NYC. Not long after I moved in because Charlotte's bed hadn't arrived yet and we were both sharing mine. Which isn't nearly as sexy as it sounds. But nothing that happened in that apartment was as sexy as it sounded. Very sexy sounding stories out of that place. Anyway, we were sleeping at night and were suddenly blinded by lights from the street. From the damn film crew. At a ridiculous hour. Pissed me off more than anything else. And I never figured out what it was for.
I DO get a kick out of seeing my neighborhoods (I've lived in five while in New York) in movies though. Like when I saw my building in American Psycho. Right after he tries to feed the kitty to the ATM. Awesome. Christian Bale's hot bod was at one point just outside my window. Bliss.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Boys
Turnip and I were having a discussion about the evils of boys.
"I hate how they can be totally adorable and then suck donkey balls and then act so adorable again that you can't remember why you thought they sucked donkey balls."
"EXACTLY"
Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.
"I hate how they can be totally adorable and then suck donkey balls and then act so adorable again that you can't remember why you thought they sucked donkey balls."
"EXACTLY"
Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.
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