Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Right now, I am sitting at work, almost literally bored to tears. But somehow, I can't get the energy to write more than this.
Happy New Year.
Song Lyrics for "YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY" since apparently everyone is looking for them.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,Ooh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,Kind-a like spices,Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
I love you.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,Oh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Not much going on here. I am not really in the whole holiday spirit right now. It's kind of sinking in that I have to spend the next week without The Boyfriend and that makes me very very sad. I don't care who get's insulted, or how many guilt trips are thrown my way, I am NOT traveling next year.
I guess that's all I really have time to get in to.
I hate our President, but getting into that would take too much time. He is a complete freaking grifting ass and anyone that get's taken in by him is a complete tool.
The fact that this country was founded for religious freedom and yet there are people out there who truly believe there is a "War on Christmas" makes me ill. THIS COUNTRY WAS FUCKING FOUNDED FOR RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, but I heard someone on the news say he believed that even if we had a Jewish President, he should send out cards that say Merry Christmas. What kind of backwards freaking idea is that?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Today is my last full work day this week as my office is moving tomorrow, so we get the pleasure of leaving at noon. Let me just tell you that I work with a lot of whiny babies and also a lot of hard working people that kick-ass. I am so ready for this week to be over.
I seem to be on my second cold in a row this winter (ha, it's like 70 here) season. I very rarely get sick, usually allergy problems are the extent of my sickness. So colds and such are sometimes just too much for me to bear.
This is what I get for working in an office where it's expected that people come in sick unless they are on death's door. I find this just a stupid way of working.
Except here I am, probably contagious. But we are moving tomorrow. And there is still so much to be done...
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
So, The Boyfriend and I decided to take a drive on Sunday, as a treat after spending over 2 hours dusting our apartment. I hate dusting with every fiber of my being, and being allergic to dust doesn't help any.
Off we go on our 2 hour drive down the Pacific Coast in which we end at Chili's (Yes, I like their food. A lot.) and this is now also a celebration that I have lost 13 pounds and 5 inches off my waist. The drive is pleasant enough. We have a good time goofing around and lamenting the fact that modern Christmas music is just shit.
We arrive at our destination. There is a wait for a table, no big deal, we continue enjoying each other's company.
We are seated. A small 2 person booth. I like those. Well, USUALLY I like those because we are seated at them quite frequently and we are usually on an outside wall (this is important later) so we have some privacy in our conversation.
As soon as we sit down I realize something is wrong. We are not on an outside wall, we are in the middle of the restaurant separated from the table next to us by a small wall. So, I put my drink menu up to block the other people out of my site. Now, I do this a lot because I really find it quite stupid that restaurants nowadays seem to think I want to watch the people around me eat. I don't. So I put up the drink menu, which other people have done around the restaurant as well.
Then it begins.
2 small girls, very towheaded, both under the age of 4. Any other time I would have found them quite cute. Not this night. Not at all.
The parents were sitting on the outside of the booth, not paying ANY ATTENTION AT ALL to their 2 small girls that were now climbing the wall to try and look at The Boyfriend and I. Then they began giggling, knocking menu's over on to us, staring, giggling, and generally just being really annoying. All this time, the parents didn't look over once at them. Not once. Never to check on them, even though they were standing on the seat and trying their darndest to touch us and stare at us, they parents couldn’t be bothered to check on their little darlings just once.
This continues on. I start shaking with anger. The Boyfriend and I can't have any kind of conversation, because we keep getting interrupted. I am shaking because I am gearing up to go and politely ask the parents to keep their children away from us, but I just know this will end in an argument, so I frantically try to find our waiter to ask him if we can be moved right away.
Now here's the kicker. As these parents are not giving a crap what their daughters are doing to the people around them, another table, which consists of a couple and their infant, flag our waiter down and politely ask if their order can be switched for take-out because their infant is getting fussy. I was so overwhelmed with two small germ-factories trying to touch me I hadn't even noticed the infant (who, by the way was the quietest cranky infant I have ever seen). It was just too much for me. Here are one set of parents trying to be so polite to the people around them, and of course we get sat next to the parents that think it's their god-given right to inflict their precious children on the people who were unfortunate enough to be seated around them.
I wanted so badly to go and ask these people to pay attention to their daughters, but really, all I wanted was to have dinner with my boyfriend that wasn't interrupted. I don't think that's too much to ask. Especially in a restaurant.
This type of thing just kills me. I adore kids. I think they are fun and I like watching people interact with their children. But I just can't handle this attitude that is prevailing of people thinking I should have to deal with their children misbehaving just because I made the mistake of eating in the same restaurant they did.
Children are not something that happens to you, in most cases. In any case, they are something YOU have to deal with. I COMPLETELY understand the restaurants that have adult-seating only or child-free hours. I don't care if parents find this offensive. I should have the right to a dinner that doesn't include trying to ignore the children hanging over the wall staring at me.
I'm not asking that people be punished that choose to have kids. I am asking that parents stop acting like I should be honored I was given the gift of being in the presence of their holy terrors for even a second. I am asking that people be aware that if their children are not behaving, it affects the people around them. I am way more accepting of a parent who is completely aware that their misbehaving child is annoying to the people around them and tries to do something about it. I do not have any patience for parents who pay no attention to their children whatsoever and can't understand how this may be annoying to a couple who are just trying to enjoy a dinner out.
Especially people who haven't eaten out in a month and are celebrating by eating carbs. And yes, I see the stupidity in celebrating my weight loss with fattening food, but man, it tasted good.
On a final note - Why do we treat smokers that choose to smoke like pariahs for making this choice and not parents who choose to have children that they can't be bothered to actually raise? Or teach manners?
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
It could be worse, this morning The Boyfriend had "Boogie Wonderland" stuck in his head thanks to an ill-timed Target commercial. He's nice about it when he has a song stuck in his head, he just quietly sits there and tells you he has a song stuck in his head.
Me, I sing it as loud and often as possible so that He will get it stuck in his head, and then I have some company in my misery.
Shit! I just got "Boogie Wonderland" now stuck in my head just by typing this.
Now I have to resort to getting "If I Could Turn Back Time" stuck in my head. It is a little known fact that any Cher song will get any other song out of your head. Unfortunately, it is a fact I know all to well.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
As of today, I have lost a total of 9 pounds. I weigh 190. I have lost 4 inches off of my waist line. Results like this are definitely helping with the motivation for sticking with it. On top of the weight loss, my skin is looking better than it has in quite awhile, and I just FEEL better, not like I am going to burst at the seams. I have also noticed that I don't crave sweets anymore and my tastebuds have been sharpened. I was bad and had a fortune cookie last week, good lord those things are sweet! I had never noticed. I used to think my allergies affected my sense of taste, but it was my shoving everything down my throat as fast as possible that was causing me to not taste anything.
I have actually eaten salad with no dressing. You have no idea how big that is.
Since most of you know my dirty little secret of loving some reality T.V. shows, it should come as no surprise that I am an avid fan of "The Biggest Loser". Especially this season, I just really like most of the people who are on the show and I feel a sort of kinship with them as I struggle to get my own weight off.
I watched last night, fascinated by the amount of crying the contestants do on this show. I don't know why this was so interesting to me, as I myself fully admit to friends that I have cried trying to pick out clothes.
I have not cried during this diet, but I HAVE had to get through the realization that I was a lot bigger than I thought I was. It's very easy to just not look at yourself, not admit to yourself that the pants don't fit because YOU got bigger. As a friend once told me, "You can hate your hair or getting your pictures taken all you want, because you think they make you look fat. But at some point, you have to realize that YOU are making you look fat. And that's about the point where you decide to do something about it." This has really been driven home since my clothes have started fitting better. Clothes that I thought looked good on me before are WAY more comfortable. I have not dropped any sizes, yet.
I am nervous for the next part of this. I get to start adding things back in to my diet. This scares me. I am so happy with the amount of weight I lost, I don't want to gain anything back or stop losing.
On a final note -
Last night Andrea was voted off Biggest Loser, and may I say I was so happy to see her go. She admitted to sneaking like 9 or 12 brownies because she was stressed out before a weigh-in, has ASKED people to send her home and then stated for the camera that she HAD to be in the final 3 because she had worked so hard to get there. I know this is really mean, but good lord, SHE SNUCK FOOD. Of course she deserves to be there more than the other 3 who had never snuck food at all.
Also, I may just hate her because she looks like an ex-friend from college. But I'm pretty sure it's the brownies.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am counting down the hours until I get to eat until I am sick. Which should take about 5 minutes.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
My official weight as of this morning:
191 ½ pounds!
I lost 7 ½ pounds this week.
I have to tell you, this really makes it easier to start week 2. I was even bad last night and had 1½ glasses of wine with dinner, which is a no-no, since you are not supposed to have any alcohol during the first 2 weeks. That's better than The Boyfriend who cheated on the first day and had an apple, which is at the top of the list of things we ARE NOT supposed to eat! (That was mean, we are supposed to be supportive. Just giggle and then forget I said that.*)
In other news, I brought home a singing snowman from Hallmark for The Boyfriend yesterday, since I conveniently had 3 birthday cards to buy. I think it's the best $13 I have ever spent on a gift for him. Check out the pictures.
I guess that's all for today. I am very excited about Thanksgiving, because I just realized this morning that it falls on the same day as we start Phase 2 of the South Beach! And also, we have already decided we get to eat whatever we want that day anyway. But this just means we wouldn't be cheating nearly as much, so it's a good thing.
*I just read that he thinks he only had 1 glass of wine, but he is a liar! He had 1 ½ glasses of wine with dinner, and apparently several "pulls" off the bottle while cooking!!!! So, I don't feel bad for making fun of him. Okay, I never really feel bad for that anyway.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
1. The weather. It's November 16th, why in the hell is it 90 degrees outside?
2. The weatherman who thinks that telling me it's going to be a great week JUST because the weather is so hot. Really. It's November you moron, I don't care where you live in the U.S., you expect it to be a little colder than it was this summer.
I just know at some point I am going to have to chase down all the weatherpeople in L.A. and kick them in the teeth. It's for their own good.
3. The fact that we are having such bizarre weather across the U.S. and no one wants to talk about Global Warming. It's getting seriously close to the time where we round up all the SUV's and burn them. I don't care if Bush wants to recognize what's happening or not, we have screwed up this Earth and we need to fix it.
4. I went to the mall at lunch today, but I forgot to bring the watch that I needed to get repaired. So my going to the mall was pretty useless, except I bought some birthday cards and a singing snowman which will make The Boyfriend very happy*.
*I'm not kidding. He really wants the singing snowman. This guy really likes Christmas.
5. That somehow the phrase "I can't afford that" doesn't seem to register with people anymore. I have made a practice of not running up my credit card bills so high I can't pay them off every month. This seems to baffle people who are usually trying to sell me something. Sometimes I think there are only 5 people in the world that understand the right way to use credit. The rest are part of that percentage who are over $10,000 in debt and can't figure out how it happened.
For example, I got my teeth cleaned this morning. They of course tried to tell me I NEED to get my teeth whitened and one veneer over a tooth that had a root canal performed on when I was a child. I said I don't, and also I can't afford it. They implied I could charge it to a credit card if I needed to. I had to then re-state that I DON"T HAVE TO HAVE MY TEETH WHITENED. It's not covered by insurance because IT IS ELECTIVE! Also, I don't need a freakin' veneer either. I refuse to give into this obsession that everyone's teeth need to be as white as possible. I like white teeth, but I will not go into debt for them.
6. The fact that going home for Christmas has become a complete nightmare. Traveling is expensive, especially when The Boyfriend and I get the distinct pleasure of being completely across the U.S. from each other for the holidays.
Family is all too willing to guilt you mercilessly until you give in to going home, but then doesn't want to hear it when buying the plane tickets means you are broke for the next 6 months. This also feeds back into #5.
I guess that's my list for now. Tomorrow, the great weekly weight update! I am happy with how the South Beach Diet is going, so it will not be as traumatic a post as last week was for me.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
So, I am starting the South Beach Diet today, and so far, it's going okay. I don't really enjoy an extremely low carb diet, as I have tried the no-carb thing before and really ended up gaining a lot of weight afterwards, I keep telling myself that this part only lasts 2 weeks.
I tried Weight Watchers, but I found it tiresome. It was too easy to cheat, although I did get quite a few good recipes off of their website.
I have also tried counting calories. Last year I lost almost 20 pounds in 2 months, but then we went away for Thanksgiving and allowed ourselves to eat whatever we wanted. We never got back to counting those calories.
I feel a brief history of my weight will help you make sense of myself and why this is such a big deal for me. Or not. But it fills up space on the page.
Up until the age of 25, I never really worried about my weight. I never watched what I ate, and I didn’t worry about exercise. I am now realizing that this was mostly because I naturally ate small portions several times a day. Also, I lead a busy life so exercise was never on my mind.
Then, I met The Boyfriend. And I fell in love. (Ok, it was really painful for me to write that because it just sounds so cheesy, but you know, they have proven people in love gain weight, so there). The Boyfriend wasn't so appreciative of my eating habits, because he would always end up eating my leftovers which of course led to him gaining weight. And since I hate leftovers, and was sick of the teasing about how I never eat anything, I began to finish my meals.
That comes across as blaming The Boyfriend, which I am not. I am the one who decided that finishing my food faster than he, while insisting I needed the same portion of food he did, was a great way to not get teased about my eating habits anymore. Good lord, I am brilliant!
So anyhoo, when I turned 25 it all just stopped working. I started gaining weight places I had never gained weight before. I now eat way too much in portion size and have no problems eating foods that I know are bad for me.
I actually get a lot of exercise, but my eating is just all screwed up. Also, I have like the biggest sweet tooth you have ever seen which doesn't lend itself to dieting much.
In the past few years I have stopped having jobs where I am on my feet all day. I can't believe how much this messes with your metabolism, but it does. Working in an office where I don't have far to go to get snacks makes saying "No" way too hard. Not that I am actually saying no to anyone, I just don't seem to be able to say no to myself. (That sounds really dirty)
So, now the really painful part.
I am 5'6". I weight 199 pounds as of this morning.
I am trying not to get all depressed as I write this because I am at the heaviest weight I have ever been in my life. But I have a goal, which is 60 pounds (I would like to lose more but we will see how that goes). I have a time frame, before my 30 birthday which is March 2007. I know I can do this.
My biggest reason, other than acting and such, is that I am watching everyone in my family have huge health issues that all boil down to one thing, they are all fat. I know that is mean, but it's true and they all have the same problems: High Blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, Blockage in their Arteries, Sleep Apnea, Snoring so loud it shakes the earth. None of them will discuss with me that fact that it's mostly because of their weight that these things are happening, especially when I get told, 'well it runs in the family' and I say 'the whole family is overweight, of COURSE it runs in the family'. I mean, I have already inherited Migraines that are so bad they induce vomiting AND being allergic to everything in the air, how much more fun stuff could the possibly give me?
I refuse to be someone who relies on medication for things that could be fixed with weight-loss. I refuse to sit around and just use "it runs in the family" as an excuse for bad health. I refuse to be depressed all the time because I feel fat and none of my clothes fit.
I refuse to make excuses for myself anymore.
I did this to myself. I am going to fix it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
So the "Get My Hair Back to Blonde" process started Sunday night with a box that did little to lighten my hair, but gave me this really cool color. I really hate it when things like that happen, because there is no way I am going to replicate it.
Since the first time didn't work, I walked myself back to the drugstore for something a little more heavy duty. Let me tell you, when Herbal Essences decides to make hair color, they decide to make stuff that works. I buy a box of the lightest blonde I can find and proceed home to try it out.
Needless to say, my hair is definitely lighter. Like almost Platinum. Which you would think someone that has been messing with their hair color for ½ their life would be okay with, but for some reason, it seems to bother me. Not the greatest dye-job I have ever done.
So of course I come to work this morning expecting lots of "Oh, your hair is blonde again" comments accompanied by that "that's too bad" look people like to give.
But instead, I get "Wow, your hair is blonde again! I like it! Looks good!" accompanied with my two favorite comments:
"You look like a beach babe/surfer girl"
"It's a Bombshell color"
Can I just tell you how much I love you people right now? And if you are all really laughing behind my back, just keep it behind my back so I can continue to feel good.
Friday, October 07, 2005
This week has been really lousy with the busyness. I plan on posting some pictures of my knitting thusfar. Let me just say, I am rocking the "knit stitch" and can now make a mean scarf. The supplies for the one I am making now were courtesy of T and J (Hi!) and it looks to be the best one yet. Like I said, pictures and such to come soon. I am looking to make a poncho next, but I may have to actually learn more than one stitch for that, which means I will be back to swearing A LOT while knitting, but I think that's all part of the fun of learning something new.
So, the title of this post. I just got done having a battle of wits with a delivery guy. It wasn't really evenly matched. Now I have had LOTS of jobs in my time where I worked in the customer service industry. I wasn't the best at it, but I definitely wasn't the worst. I am now in charge of ordering supplies for the office I work in and let me just say, we go through a lot of paper. So much so that I usually order about 10 cases at a time. The delivery person today (Not the usual delivery guy, he's the coolest guy ever! Mad love to MIKE! YEAH!) decided that stacking 10 - 50 pound boxes of paper outside the main door to my office was totally okay. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO CUSTOMER SERVICE! When would you ever think that it's okay to leave something that heavy piled outside the door to an office? I mean, come on, who is usually doing the supply ordering? Women. And who do you think would be moving that stuff? It's bad enough that I can't get anyone to help me unload the boxes, let alone move them across an entire suite.
So I called the main office and let them know that they needed to come back and fix this. And then I made sure to go and let the guy know where to put the paper (because they have been known to just stack it in the middle of our copy room. And now you know why I love the usual delivery guy so much) AND I made sure to say it in a very nice way. THE MAN WOULDN'T even acknowledge my existence. So now I am sitting here, trying to get straight in my head what I am going to say to the main office when I call AGAIN, to let them know that Mike is the only delivery person they have that gives a crap about customer service.
This is not the part of my job that I like. Because you see, and I know this will be such a shock to most of you, I have a bit of a temper. I like to fly off the handle at times. But I don't like having to be purposefully mean to someone. But jeez, is it to much to ask that you deliver the stuff to where you are supposed to deliver it? That you actually act like my business means something to you?
I'm really not sure how to end this. It's Friday. I really think my brain is shutting down for the weekend early.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
But I seem to be over that. Well, partially, I still hate people. I honestly just didn't feel like I had anything to say. Until I saw Good Morning America yesterday.
Now, don't get me wrong, Good Morning America is really my favorite of the morning talk shows. Although I really despise their coverage of "Desperate Housewives" I find that they are enjoyable to watch as they seem to honestly like working together.
Anyhoo, they had a spot on "Minivans, Are They As Safe As We Think?"
Okay, I have been on this earth long enough to know that the answer is an automatic resounding NO, but come one people. So you might get whiplash in an auto accident. If whiplash is all I walk away with, I would be damn happy. Instead of worrying that our automobiles aren't cradling us in a cloud of emergency preparedness, maybe we should start TEACHING PEOPLE HOW TO DRIVE! Do you know the safest way to deal with an accident? It's to NOT get in one in the first place. Man, people are just really stupid. I don't understand this need for everyone to feel completely safe all the time. You are in a moving missile, complete with a tank of gas that will explode. How safe do you really think you are? So your headrest may not be in the perfect position to stop whiplash from occurring. Do you know what else stops whiplash? GETTING OFF THE DAMN CELL PHONE AND PAYING ATTENTION.
No one wants to be responsible for anything. Including driving accidents. No one believes in "right of way" anymore, no one understands how a 4 way stop works, no one wants to let anyone merge into traffic anymore, no one even tries to get up to traffic speed while getting on the freeway, people routinely run red lights, but heaven forbid my headrest not stop whiplash. Good god. Those car manufacturers are so mean. I can't believe a huge corporation wouldn't have my best interest at heart.
I just don't get it. Why don't we have news spots on how dangerous it really is to talk on a cellphone and drive? Or to not even take the Driver's Education classes, and instead wait until you are old enough to just take the test? I know this sounds weird, but I know people who got their licenses this way.
People act like cars are the only dangerous things in the world. Now if there is an actual defect in the car, like the brakes don't work correctly, then yes, I should think the manufacturer was at fault. But 99% of the things that go wrong in a car are due to user error.
Also, it's impossible to get rid of all the things in our lives that are not safe. Electricity is not safe and yet, no one complains about it being in their homes. No one gets mad at the electric company when a person gets electrocuted for messing with something they most likely shouldn't have been messing with. And yet, there are millions of people on the road who have no idea how to actually, safely control a car.
I think I lost my point in there somewhere. See what I mean about that cliff?
Oh well, back to knitting my very weirdly shaped scarf.
On a much happier note, we are giving Keith and Rachel their birthday present tonight! I am so freaking excited. Giving presents (especially ones that I made The Boyfriend make on my suggestion) is one of my most favorite things to do.
The best part? I have absolutely no idea if they will like it. I don't know why this makes me giddy, but it does.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
So, I am learning to knit instead.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
What a weird day today is.
First, it was all happy and fun because the building I work in had a Summer Party that was catered by In-N-Out Burger and also had these amazing Mini-Doughnuts so I was all happy and stuffed.
Until I read the email that basically dooms me to never having a parking spot. So even though my tummy was all full of yummy yummy food, I was all angry at how the world is being mean again.
I wonder if they planned it, that we would all be full and sleepy from good eats when they announced that they were revamping the parking structure, basically screwing everyone over. I hope they did, because otherwise it's just an awful coincidence.
So, I had to call The Boyfriend and politely ask if he wouldn't mind driving me to work everyday since I can get rideshare money for it. And also not have to stress about where the hell my car will be parked all day.
And he said yes, he will drive me, so then I am all happy again.
Except I am still tired from eating 2 hamburgers for lunch. Darn In-N-Out burgers, they are like Pringles, you can't eat just 1. Especially when they are free.
Monday, August 15, 2005
If one more person tells me how I "need to use sunscreen", I will not be held responsible for my actions.
I can't begin to tell you the number of times in my life I have been lectured by complete strangers on how I should care for my pale skin. Do you think my skin just turned this color yesterday? I know more about sunscreen and sunburn cures than you would ever care to know about.
For God's sake people, just because I am pale doesn't mean you have the right to tell me about sunscreen. TRUST ME I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT. And also, I use A LOT of it already, and there are just times when I will look pink. Like today. Because my allergies are killing me, I have been fighting off a headache/migraine all weekend, and the color of shirt I am wearing makes me normally pale-as-hell skin look a little pink.
It does not however, mean that I don't use sunscreen. It does not mean I am burned. It does not mean that I am going to politely stand here and listen to you tell me how important it is that I use sunscreen. I FUCKING KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS.
God, when did people decide that my skin health is any of their concern? And really, am I supposed to be happy that people with skin the color of leather are telling me that I need to use sunscreen. People, let's compare my white ass to your tan one and then let's talk about who needs to know more about sun-safety.
Yes, I am grumpy. Yes, I should just accept their advice and leave. But I don't. So there.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Have you seen this commercial? For Office Max? The dude in the commercial is just some brilliant casting. He is so fun to watch, he makes me want to shop at Office Max, and I HATE that place.
But I would only shop there if he pushed the cart for me and we had the "Rubberband Man" song playing as we walked around the store.
My daydreams are sadly boring.
My favorite commercial is when he loses his rubberband ball, and he puts up lost pictures of it, but the pictures are in black and white, and his rubberband ball is in color, and he's all sad. I don't remember how it ends because it went longer than my 5 second attention span.
But I sympathize Rubberband Man! I order the supplies in my office, and sometimes, people can make you sad when all you are trying to do is deliver their damn supplies.
Anyhoo, for some fun, check out this website, you can view the commercials and a cute making of video.
Also, please note there are 2 NEW links over to the right, Essence of Z and Jared's new blog.
Give them some site-reading love!
Man, I am bossy lately. Read my friends new blogs! Tell The Boyfriend to stop smoking! ARE YOU LISTENING!?
*Special thanks to Y-Vonne for actually posting on The Boyfriends site! You are the only person that has. And I thank you for your help in nagging.
The rest of you obviously don't care enough to nag. Prove me wrong, let TAM know he should stop smoking. Then he can't just get mad at me for nagging!
Monday, August 08, 2005
I have to add that I will miss him. He had a wonderful speaking voice, and there have been several times in my life where there were things going on in this world that we were all glued to the tTV and his voice was the only one I could stand to listen to. It didn't hurt that he was usually the only person saying anything of intelligence.
This prompted several conversations with The Boyfriend about how he really needs to quit smoking. Everyone should visit him here, and let him know (in a nice way) that he needs to quit smoking. He loves the peer pressure!
Also, this morning I swam laps for ½ hour at the gym. I love swimming and have just recently started this routine in a desperate "I really need to get some of this 'now that I have a desk job I apparently will gain like 50 pounds' fat off of me." I swear, I have been working out at gyms for several years now, and nothing, NOTHING kicks my ass like swimming laps. I'm not even going that fast.
Since this is my first time swimming since I had Lasik (if you are interested, please check this place out, he is the nicest guy and a hell of a Lasik surgeon). Can I just tell you that I am really happy that I couldn’t see while swimming all those years that I swam competitively? I get so distracted now at the littlest thing in the pool, because I CAN ACTUALLY SEE! WHILE SWIMMING!
And, have you any idea how dirty pools are? GROSS! And yet, I am still swimming 3 days a week. And it rocks. Unless weirdo people are walking in the lanes. They do not rock.
I have also started doing Pilates pretty regularly at lunch. Man, you would think the pounds would just be melting off, but they aren't. It doesn't help that I just really like food. And candy.
Maybe I will up the swimming to every day, then I wouldn't have to change my diet. Now there is a plan.
Friday, August 05, 2005
* I am very sad that my show is over. I miss everyone.
* I wish the children's show was over. It's been a lot better since we started performances, but it is definitely the show that wouldn't die.
* I am wearing really squeaky shoes today (and by shoes I mean flip-flops). I mean really, really squeaky. I had to walk some documents to another attorney for my boss, and the floor I had to go to was very quiet, and all I could think was that my shoes are LOUD, and I kinda sorta shouldn’t be wearing them anyway, so it's kind of like "The Tell-Tale Heart", but only on my feet.
* My 10 year reunion is this summer. I am not going. I don't care what you think about it, I'm not going. It's being held in a sports bar for chrissake.
* I have left-over Chili's food for lunch today. I am a happy girl.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Also, on our 2 hour drive down the PCH to Chili's tonight, I promise I won't ask you to calm down when you are screaming at every other driver on the road.
Seriously, I have never been so giving!
Okay, in all fairness, usually I am screaming at other people right along with you, so I should think of something else…
I promise I won't fall asleep on the way home. (If you knew me, you would understand what a promise that is.)
I promise that I will always be here to remind you of your correct age. Unless I am dead. Then you are on your own.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
I hope you realize just how much I love you.
Thanks for all the laughs, tears, road trips, songs, and cuteness (seriously, why are you so cute?)
Do you realize that we have known each other for a third of our lives? That kind of freaks me out!
Here's to many, many more birthdays together. I wouldn’t have it any other way.*
I love you.
*Can you believe I was so sappy?
I must be getting old. But not as old as you!
Oh man, that will never get old... like you!
I could go on and on with this.
** I would just like to point out that I have posted since the last one before this, but blogger ate it. I hope it gave blogger heartburn.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Not much else to report. Work has been busy. My parents will be in town for the last show, which is great, but also provides the horrible question "How do you let your parents politely know that you would rather hang out with your cast on the last night of performances?"
I will still get to see my parents on Monday, but I just know there will be guilt involved.
I guess that's all for now. Sorry for the lack of updates, but I don't have much going on outside of theater right now.
Friday, July 08, 2005
You have to understand, this is coming from someone who moved once as a child, 300 feet to the house next door. I don't really remember it much, but I loved my new room with the pink shag carpet.
When I moved to college, I discovered my love of moving. I love the newness of things, even if it's just your same old crap you're hauling with you, it's somehow new again as you re-discover things you've forgotten about. Or you realize how much crap you have that you don't need and so you sell it or give it away, all the while relishing in the release of having said crap around you at all times.
Sorry, I'm rambling.
But anway, my love of moving and new places is how I am approaching this office move (and since I can't seem to convince The Boyfriend that 5 years is way too long in one apartment and we should move just for the fun of it, this kind of gets him off the hook). Sure, I will lose my little office type space, and sure, I will probably end up in a cubicle, but man, try working in an overcrowded, never cleaned, always too warm call center for awhile. A cubicle is heaven compared to that.
So, I will let you know how opening weekend goes on Monday. My boss is coming. So are a lot of my friends/co-workers. I'm not nervous yet, but I probably will be a wreck tomorrow!
Thursday, July 07, 2005
I got to see "Fantastic Four" today. I went in with no expectations, and was pleasantly surprised. Other than Jessica Alba being the dumbest casting decision, the movie was a great summertime blockbuster type movie. I even would have paid to see it.
So, we have a department meeting today. Can I just say that after being through a business going under twice (yes, the same company, no, it wasn't my fault) and having to twice sit through the announcement that the company was folding, I really dread announcements like "Please gather for a quick meeting". It makes my stomach turn. Nothing good comes of this announcement. It's like the person you are dating telling you that "we need to talk." NOTHING GOOD COMES OF IT.
The show opens this weekend. I am very excited for it. Although I will be sad to see it end. I have truly enjoyed working with my director and cast. That's the problem with theater. The horrible casts/shows always drag on into eternity, and the good ones end too soon.
Such is life.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Last night I didn't have to be to rehearsal until 8:30, so I was working on memorizing some lines and general picking stuff up around the apartment. When something caught my eye. Of course, it was a spider, and a big one at that. The worst part? IT WAS CRAWLING ON THE BEDSPREAD. So I grab one of The Boyfriends shoes to kill it, and of course I can't find it when I look for it again. I shake out the bedspread and I don't see it.
Now, I am not totally afraid of spiders, I just HAVE TO KILL THEM when I see that they are around. I finally see this one (I swear to God that it squared off and was readying for attack) and kill it.
Leave for rehearsal.
Come home hours later, tired as all hell.
Tell The Boyfriend about the spider I had to kill.
Fall into bed completely exhausted. How exhausted? SO EXHAUSTED THAT I HAD DREAMS OF A GINORMOUS SPIDER CRAWLING ON MY PILLOW. I actually woke up saying "Oh my God there is a big spider crawling over there." (The pillow I am referring to was on the floor at the time.)
What does The Boyfriend do? HE LAUGHS AT ME! You have to understand that I wasn't quite awake yet and that the spider wasn't real, even though The Boyfriend was assuring me that there were no huge spiders out to get me and I was just dreaming.
I need more sleep.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I do know that my crush Evander was kicked off "Dancing With the Stars" and I am oh so sad about that. Seriously, he was the cutest thing ever on that show. But I still have John O'Hurley. He rocks.
Rehearsals are going well, although I need to quit beating myself up over my accents. We had our first read-through of the children's shows last night. They are going to be great. It's nice when you meet people at auditions and briefly talk to them and then you get cast together and they turn out to actually be nice people who can actually act. Unlike the other surprise, where someone glares at you all through auditions, callbacks, then you get cast in the same show and you just can't quite figure them out, then you remember that this person glared at you all through auditions, and seriously, why do I care what this person thinks of me? Obviously they aren't very nice or they wouldn’t go around glaring at people in the first place. Then I also remember that I just might be a little p.m.s-ey so I could be over-reacting, but seriously, aren't we a little old to be playing the "glaring at people who are your competition" game? Besides, completely ignoring them is much more fun!
See people, this is why I end up feeling like I am completely anti-social. Or I would be better off if I were. But then I find people too darn fascinating. Except for stupid bitches that stand in fast food places and won't get off their damn phone to order and insist and carrying on their screaming conversation complete with swear words. Now, I like to give truckers a run for their money when it comes to swearing, but there is definitely a time and place which is definitely NOT in a public restaurant where PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT AND SOME OF THEM ARE HERE WITH SMALL CHILDREN. I don't give a shit about your stupid conversation, no one thinks you are special because you have a phone, and you are being so completely rude. This is why I always try to be extra nice if I am the next person in line, especially since I have been that person behind the counter who would like nothing more than to inform the customer about what a complete ass they are being. When did common courtesy become so non-existent?
When did I become so tired?
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
That I didn't get so nervous doing accents.
That when my parents call they didn't leave messages like "You NEVER call".
Really? Then how did you get my number? And, we talked last week.
Now you know where I get my overdramatic genes from.
That I didn't crave fast food. Seriously. Why do I crave a Taco Bell Taco Salad?
That seems to be all I have for now.
What do you wish for?
Monday, June 06, 2005
I have been slacking in the writing stuff. My first rehearsal is tonight and I am really excited. A little nervous, but mostly excited.
I got a lot of flack from people for admitting that I watched this, but did you see "Dancing With The Stars"? Did you?
I think I have a crush on Evander Holyfield now. Seriously, the man looked so nervous before his dance started, and then he obviously just let go and tried to have a good time. He's not the greatest dancer on the show, but I have a lot of respect for a man who will go ahead and try. And not just half-assed try, but put your "manly" reputation on the line, failure or not, plus maybe I will have a good time, try.
Also, J. Peterman (aka John O'Hurley) rocked. Seriously the man was great. Overall I think the guys were more fun to watch because they really got into it, whereas the women were more obviously nervous/worried how their sparkly gowns looked.
It's not the greatest show on T.V., but I will probably be catching it as often as I can. Man, there is just something about a guy that can dance. Maybe it's the tight pants they always put them in.
I also promised that I was going to watch "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and I did. I was really really bored by this show. I will never be able to recap it better than this,(which is my new favorite website) but here are a few of my comments anyway:
1. Didn't Tiffany pose in Playboy not too long ago? Shouldn't she have enough money to have someone teach her how to dress? Her outfits were terrible and she sounded like she hadn't sang in awhile. Funny thing, she seems to be in the middle of recording a new album.
2. Arrested Development, while one of my favorite shows, now also seems to be a kick-butt band. I vaguely remember them in their "heyday", but their performance on the show almost made up for the torture of sitting through everyone else's performance.
3. Did the people performing not know they were on the show until they showed up? Because unless they were Arrested Development, they were pretty awful. Even singing their own songs!
4. This show would have been better had they taken MY idea and made these guys only sing something from Britney Spear's songbook. THAT would have been entertaining.
I will probably check it out again to see Vanilla Ice, but otherwise, I think it was pretty awful. WAY overproduced.
I don't really have anything else going on. Like I said before, rehearsals start tonight. Man, I am in for a busy summer.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
My 3 day weekend went way too fast, and now I seem to be fighting off some sort of flu. Or I am just stressed. Either way, food doesn't taste all that great to me lately. This makes me sad. I love food.
Also, I wished I wouldn't have heard this story on the news, because now I feel like I should give in to my cravings for pizza and burgers. Did you know that your brain CRAVES greasy, bad-for-you food? Oh man, ever since I joined Weight Watchers, my brain has definitely been letting me know that it's not appreciating all of the vegetables.
So, there are plenty of new really-awful looking so I will probably be really into them shows starting this summer. Have you seen the ads for "Dancing with the Stars?" Or "Hit Me Baby One More Time?" I know I have talked about this before but I am so looking forward to them. Be and my not-quite working all that great thanks to all the vegetables brain are spending this summer on the couch!
Also, "House" has a summer season. Seriously, watch it. It's one of the best shows on TV.
I should also let you know that I got cast in 2 shows for this summer. I will be playing "The Widow" in "Shakespeare's Skum: The Shrew Variations", as well as several other parts. And I will be playing The Farmer's Wife to this guy's Farmer in "The Emporer's New Clothes". Oh yeah, he's also Petruchio in the Shakespeare play, but big deal*. All I can say is he darn well better learn his lines or I am running him through with a pitchfork! Ha!
*Okay I am just kidding. It is a big deal and I am really proud of him. There.
On a final note:
Did you hear that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are supposedly engaged? Man, if that doesn't prove that their one month old love isn't a set-up, I don't know what will.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Did anyone see David Hasselhoff on the show? Now there is a man who can laugh at himself. He seriously made that kids night. I actually got a little choked up.
I just want to add one more thing to my argument from yesterday as to why Mark Kriski is an idiot. He compared Bo Bice to Meatloaf, in a way that was completely derogatory to both of them. Let's get one more thing straight Mark, Meatloaf kicks ass. That man has sold lots of albums, is a decent actor, has had more women drooling over him than you ever will and was in the biggest cult classic of a movie. Maybe you've heard of it, it's a little thing called "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and every night in dark theaters across the country people dress up and try to pretend they are half as cool as Meatloaf.
Okay, I'm done with that now.
On to other things that annoy me.
Apparently someone felt the need to explain the poem "When I Am Old I Will Wear Purple" to me that I wrote about awhile ago. Um, I already KNOW what the POEM is about, that wasn't what my post was complaining about and please make sure that you actually READ my post before commenting. Thanks.
Tom Cruise is really, really scaring me. I wish he would go back to the old Tom Cruise who was still a Scientologist, but wasn't allowed to talk about it. By the way Tom, that was really nice of you, the way you are trying to piss off the majority of your fans. Did you really think people were going to think that you know more about Post Partum Depression than, I don't know, a DOCTOR, or a WOMAN? I agree that we as a society are a bit too reliant on pills, but c'mon. Sometimes they are a necessity. Seriously, the man has gone off the deep end. And not in a fun, "Let's watch what crazy thing he does next!" way, but in a, "God I hope he goes away soon" way.
I don't understand how a person who has children and an ex-wife can think that they would be completely comfortable with watching you make out with a woman young enough to be your daughter every day. If I have to look at one more picture of Tom Cruise trying to prove what a man he is by shoving his tongue down a woman's throat, I will just puke. And seriously, Katie Holmes?
I love reading all the rumors that he had this planned all along and it was just a matter of plugging in which hot young Hollywood starlet would play the part of his girlfriend. I seriously hope they get married, because it would inevitably be followed by a divorce, and then hopefully a tell-all book! But that would mean they have to stay together after both of their big summertime blockbusters come out, and I just don't think that's going to happen. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to go back on Oprah and talk about how hurt he is by their break-up and no one understood their love anyways. I am placing my predictions now people.
On a final note:
The Boyfriend and I attended our last night of call-backs last night. They are casting tonight, so hopefully I will have good news tomorrow. If not, I have a wonderful barb-b-que I am attending that will provide me with enough liquor to forget I even auditioned! I win either way!
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
So, I have been missing for awhile. Sorry about that. I have stuff going on at work (work being something I will never go into detail here) so let's just leave it as I will be busy for the next few weeks.
Let's speak of better things. The Boyfriend and I have auditioned for summer theater. We were called back for the same shows. One call back was on Monday, and another is tonight. I have to say, I really, really would like to do both shows. Both are comedies and it would be nice to be busy this summer doing theater in the park. If nothing else, I will have great tan lines!
Did you watch American Idol last night? I did. Although I have to admit I was bored. So bored I started reading a magazine in the middle of Carrie's second song. Why is it that the so called professional song writers that American Idol hire can't write a good song to save their lives? I mean come on, those songs were just stupid. I'm guessing it's the same person that wrote "I'm Sorry for 2004" for Ruben Studdard.
I still would like Bo to win. Carrie may technically be a better singer, but she is a wooden stick figure on stage and I think people would quickly realize it's not worth the money to watch her perform since she seems to have no personality or presence.
I was watching the KTLA morning show briefly today when Mark Kriski and Sam Rubin were talking about how Carrie should win because Bo was stuck in the 70's and you couldn't possibly figure out a way to promote him, whereas Carrie is obviously very country and very "now". Here is all the reasons they are wrong:
1. There is no way that Carrie could ever out-rock Bo on stage. He is a thousand times better performer, and actually has a personality when spoken to.
2. How can you say that they would never be able to do a music video with Bo? Have you not heard of this guy called Kid Rock? He is quite popular and has done several videos. In fact, he makes more money than you do.
3. The only reason the guys like Carrie so much is that she is a cute girl.
4. The only reason they hate Bo is because he rocks, he isn't a middle aged fat man and he can actually sing and plays several musical instruments. He is the embodiment of every guys teenage dream of being a rock star.
5. How could you possibly say "the 70's are SO OVER?" As The Boyfriend pointed out, that's like saying "Jazz is so over", or "classical music is so over", or "Blues are so over". Seriously, you just proved why you are a weather man, and not someone who makes decisions about music.
Apparently, according to Mark Kriski, we shouldn't listen to any music that wasn't created last week.
I am now bored with my list as I got so angry I forgot what else to say. I am actually not going to watch the finale' as I have call-backs tonight and I am much more interested in finding out what's happening on "LOST" than anything else.
On a final note:
Did you see the promo's for "Hit Me Baby One More Time?" I can not wait to see Vanilla Ice sing a Britney Spear's song.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Okay, back to American Idol. I think it's pretty obvious that Bo is going to win. I mean, c'mon, Clive himself said he thought he and Bo would be working on an album together soon!
I don't have much else to say about this. Anyone who has read this knows that I am a big Bo fan, so I don't really need to write any more on this, except that I think it will be very interesting to see the different interpretations that Bo and Carrie will have on the same song.
My biggest gripe is that the 2 hour gorge-fest of a results show for American Idol is to take place as the same time as LOST. I will not miss LOST for anything, so I will be taping American Idol. I wonder who will win the ratings war?
This is a good thing because then I can watch them perform on Tuesday as usual, then find out the results on Wednesday without having to sit through the entire show, but instead, sitting through the fabulousness that is LOST! Maybe I won't even bother taping it! Never mind, I don't have anything to gripe about, because now I won't have to sit through all of the painful numbers they make the Top 10 perform.
Monday, May 16, 2005
So, I'm watching/vaguely listening to the news this morning as I was getting ready for work and two really caught my attention.
First of all, I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that the government really believes that women shouldn't be allowed on the front lines because the men, they may get distracted. That's just insulting to everyone. It implies that women are incapable of handling themselves and men are too stupid to not be thinking about sex while being shot at. And, they think the men will be too pre-occupied with protecting the women. Oh seriously, I wish the President would just come out and say that he wishes all women were back in the kitchen where God wanted them and be done with it. Geesh. Like we haven't all seen the part in war movies where some guy/guys risk life and limb just to save some other guy they bonded with in a fox hole. Maybe they should just make sure the front lines are all manned with disgruntled divorcee's and baby-daddies who are so over women, then the government wouldn't have to worry about it.
The second story that caught me attention was about the "Red Hat Society". Okay, first of all, the poem is called "When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple". As much as I think it's a really sappy poem, I do believe that our society is WAY too youth oriented and we do not give enough respect to the people who have been around longer.
With that said, why do older women insist on making fools of themselves while trying to establish themselves as a force to be reckoned with? Why do you have to wear gloves with feathers on them? Or boas? Or purple satin dresses? Nowhere in the poem that they are using as their guidebook does it say "I will dress like a psychotic southerner who has gone colorblind" nor does it say "I will wear ugly purple satin ball gowns and awful red hats and place feathers all over my outfit and generally make a total fool of myself all while demanding that you take me seriously".
Really, if you want people to respect you, maybe this is not quite the way to go about it. I am all for an attempt to alter societies idea to hold up Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan as role models for youngsters, but I also would never want my daughter to think that she needs to dress crazy/tacky in order to get a little attention. Older women are smart, sexy, talented, wise and usually have less body image problems than young women. But, alas, in today's society they are written off as silly and out of date and THIS STUPID RED HAT THING DOESN'T HELP! What exactly do these societies do? I did a little research on this while trying to find the poem in it's entirety, and the official "Red Hat Society" web-page didn't offer much help except in explaining that they get together for tea, and then listed all the times they have been mentioned in the newspapers recently. OH MY GOD. Really, if you would like to do something good, why don't you, I don’t know, try doing something to better society. Try proving that older women know how to have fun without looking like rejects from the local "Rocky Horror Picture Show" screening. I've read of women throwing down their mops and telling their husbands to fend for themselves while they jaunt off the Las Vegas for the weekend. Okay, didn't women's liberation happen over 30 years ago? When did "the man" and "the husband" become synonymous again? The poor husband probably didn't even realize that he was doing anything wrong.
I should point out that this all feeds in to my complete hatred of this "women vs. men" thing. If I get one more stupid forward about how clueless husband are (HAHA) I am going to go berserk. THIS STOPPED BEING FUNNY A LONG TIME AGO. It's called communication people, give it a try.
I really don't know how to end this, so I will just post the poem in it's entirety and call it a day.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pensionon brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know meare not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!
*Hi T! I can't believe you commented!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
So to recap Tuesday:
I am totally convinced she has been replaced by a Stepford Wife robot. She just has no performance capability at all. Don't get me wrong, this girl can sing, she is just painful to watch. I am going to start collecting money so she can get a personality.
I don't care who you are, if you can't admit that this man is awesome you are just sad. Who else could pull off the 70's pimp outfit while singing "Money, Money, Money?" People, he performed in FIip Flops! And he didn't fall down! And he rocks! Oh man, I would so throw my panties in the stage if I went to one of his concerts. He puts everyone else in this contest to shame. I will just list everything I like about his performances to save time:
1. He almost always picks good songs. I don't know what the heck that country song was he sang, but I liked it.
2. He always gives it up for the band as soon as he is done singing. As we have seen by Carrie's horrible arrangement of "If You Don't Know Me By Now" the band should always be your friend.
3. He is always looks like he is giving it his all. He doesn't care what you think about him, he is performing.
4. His performance don't look over-rehearsed (Vonzell, I am looking at you) and yet he is the most comfortable person on stage.
5. He always takes the judges comments in stride, whether they are good or bad. No arguing, no trying to call Simon out. He just thanks them. People need to take note of this.
I also think she has an amazing voice. I would love to be able to sing as well as she does. But at the same time, I find her performances boring and over-rehearsed. The thing I loved about Fantasia is that you totally felt that she was putting her heart and soul into every performance. Fantasia has this amazing attitude and presence that neither woman left in the Top 3 possesses. I actually would go so far as to say that all of the women in the past who have made it to the top 3 have had way more personality and stage presence than Vonzell and Carrie combined.
Kimberly Locke I so wanted to be in the Top 2!!!!
I am really sad to say this, but I thought he had one of the best nights for him. I didn't have to leave the room while he sang! "If You Don't Know Me By Now" is seriously one of my all time favorite songs, and the fact that his version just kicked Carrie's verions' ass is just weird. But his arrangement and his performance were good. And I hate the country song he performed so much. I feel like Vonzell should have been the one to go based solely on Tuesday nights performances. But we all know that no one votes based on performance alone.
I am VERY interested to see who makes it to the Top 2. If it's Carrie and Vonzell, than I am not going to bother even recording the finale'! Cause I will be watching LOST baby.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
This morning there was something on the news about how movies just aren't making the money that they used to. Wow, so not a surprise to anyone who has visited a movie theater lately. The whole problem lies in the fact that going to the movies just isn't fun anymore. And it's really freaking expensive. I am really spoiled in the fact that my job screens movies for us and I am eternally grateful for that. I just can't handle movie theater patrons anymore.
Most movie-goers just have no manners anymore. I don't know how people can take it. I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK THROUGH THIS MOVIE. I know that's really hard to understand, but WAIT UNTIL THE MOVIE IS OVER AND TALK ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS. This concept has been lost over the years. I think maybe they should start teaching theater etiquette in schools or something.
I was pleasantly surprised at the fact that everyone I could see actually turned off their cell phones during the previews which was a good thing since they had 20 MINUTES OF PREVIEWS TO SIT THROUGH. Really, this is just getting ridiculous. When I went to see "Unbreakable" in the theater, I actually really forgot what movie I was there to see.
I like previews, especially if they are good and make me really excited for a movie to come out, but I don't really need to see every preview for every movie that is coming out within the next 2 years. Really, I will find out about them one way or another. For right now, I would just like to see the movie I paid to see.
Just as a side note, there were a few parents there with their younger aged children at the movies. They were some of the best behaved people in the theater. Go figure.
There are movies that I think just need to be seen on the big screen. Other than that, I just don't need the aggravation of dealing with other people. Seriously, why do people suck so much? Especially the guy that thought bringing his 5 year old to "Return of the King". He needs to have bamboo shoved under his fingernails. If your kid can't sit still and shut up for a 3 plus hour very violent movie, then he is not old enough to be there.
On a final note:
The Boyfriend and I have finally decided to make the ultimate commitment!
Ha, just kidding. We got DSL! Finally! I am so getting major bonus points for this.
If you have SBC phone service, you can get DSL for $19.95 a month. Check it out.
Friday, May 06, 2005
So much has happened this week in the world that I wanted to post about, but I have either been swamped at work, or too tired to post. The neighbors are at it again, and I am really just at the end of my rope. We can't afford to move, and the police take anywhere from 2-4 hours to respond and I am so suing someone if I get an ulcer from this. (As a side note, I can't be angry at the police. It's really not their fault that they are so understaffed. Every time I have called to complain about these people, which is at least once a week, the police have been so nice on the phone and I really can't get that mad when they call back to apologize because the officer they were supposed to send ended up arresting someone at a previous call and couldn't make it and did they need to send someone else out? I mean, come on, I really can't get mad at that. Even if I had just fallen back asleep 5 minutes prior to that call; they were actually apologizing for not getting out there faster. When is the last time that someone in the service industry actually apologized for something?)
The worst part about this morning, besides the tiredness and the drilling at the dentist office, is that when I got to work, some jerk who works in our parking structure was all mad at me for parking in the visitor's section. I have news for you buddy, almost everyone who works here that doesn't have an "extra-special" reserved spot parks in the visitor's parking section when necessary. And since I have heard nothing but awful things about your valets backing people's cars into walls and just being plain rude (plus you say you are completely not responsible for our cars) you will never get me to valet park my car. And since I am running on no sleep and Novocaine, I would really like to see you try and make me, because I will take your head off and feel absolutely okay about doing that.
On a much happier note, The Boyfriend and I are having a date tonight. We are going to see "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" and dinner. Then brunch tomorrow morning with friends, then a Kentucky Derby party, and then another "date" dinner on Sunday.
Isn't that just so sickingly sweet?
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Dear Rachel and Keith:
Thanks so much for inviting us to your wedding. It was beautiful, amazing, and breathtaking. I feel so honored that we were there to witness your marriage. I think that people who get married and plan the whole thing themselves are so courageous. Oh who am I kidding, I think people who get married are courageous. I think that's the biggest reason I am so impressed with Saturday. Seriously, what a great party! Your personalities were so well represented, and everyone I talked to had some awesome story about how they met you. The love in that room for you two was overwhelming. Everyone there was so joyous. You were so happy. Seriously, I am tearing up while thinking of it.
On a tangent, thanks for sitting us with Amy and Jamie. I have never been to a wedding where I have met new friends. They even told The Boyfriend that he looks like Ethan Hawke, which has sealed them in my heart forever, because they were kind of embarrassed to ask him if anyone had every told him that.
By the way, hurry up and come home from your honeymoon. The people in my office are really wondering where you went. I never though people would find that so weird, but I think it's so fitting. Wherever you are, I know you are having a blast and taking lots of pictures.
The thing that will stick with me the most is the attention to detail that you two paid, not just to your wedding ceremony, but to everyone who was there. I have decided that I will strive to take more pictures. I will strive to pay more attention to the people in my life. And The Boyfriend and I will never forget that Keith remembered to return The Boyfriend's movies to him, AT YOUR RECEPTION. Seriously, how thoughtful is that? I'm sure I said something that totally didn't make sense because I had had too much Chardonnay. Really, the servers at that place were so nice, I had a hard time saying no. And for a person that doesn't drink very often, 5 (or so) glasses of wine is a little much. The Boyfriend assure me that I wasn't embarrassingly drunk until we got in the car to go home. Luckily I wasn't driving, but I do remember filling out a memory card that I hope you find funny, but if you don't, feel free to throw it away.
This has gotten much more sappy than I planned, but I was so touched by your wedding. May the love and joy from that day follow you always.
*For a much funnier version of the event, you should check this out.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Okay, sorry for the lame joke, you can blame him.
I don't have much to say today. I am extremely happy that it's Friday. Not that it's been a tough week, but I have lots of fun stuff planned for this weekend. Starting with a yard sale tomorrow morning, a wedding Saturday night and absolutely nothing planned for Sunday except sleeping in and maybe a hike.
I guess that's all.
Have a great weekend.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
American Idol was pretty boring last night. I was more interested in dyeing my hair than really sitting down and watching. Except when Bo performed, because that dude is amazing.
Everyone else is just more of the same so I won't dwell on AI today.
Except that I don't have much else to say.
I am going to a wedding this weekend. Bought a new outfit and everything. The Boyfriend did too. It's nice to get all dressed up and pretend to me grown-up every once in awhile.
The wedding we are going to is some friends that we don't get to see all that much. Have you ever met someone that you just clicked with and then because of life stuff you just don't get to see them all that much? That is how I feel about Rachel. We did a play together like 3 years ago and I really miss seeing her all the time. She makes me laugh. So does Keith, her fiance'. They are a great couple and I can not wait to attend their wedding.
By the way, it's really weird being of the same age as the people whose weddings I attend.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Here is a re-cap anyway. I have a small bruise on my right cheek, apparently from the dentist. I always knew that I bruised easily, but this is just funny. IT'S FROM THE DENTIST. I don't remember anything hurting, but then again, my mouth was numb.
So I have to go back 3 more times to finish the work needed on my teeth and I am a little worried. I mean, am I going to walk away from this with 4 bruises on my face? I am going to have a hard time getting people to believe they are from the dentist, except that it's really a strange bruise and The Boyfriend would have had to just shove his thumb into my cheek. And that would be just mean.
Did you watch "Medium" last night? I really enjoy that show. The only bad thing is that it starts at 10, so I am usually asleep before the ending. This is why I love buying shows on DVD.
Have you bought the "Arrested Development" season 1 DVD's? That is my favorite show and it is even more amazing on DVD. I can't wait for season 2 to come out.
On a final note: The horrible neighbors with the band had a bar-b-que last weekend. The band made a full appearance and everything. Here is the worst part about that. The singer they have chosen has the highest, nasaliest, most grating voice while speaking, so imagine what he sounds like singing. It ain't pretty. Also, they now seem to think they are a blues band, so they have decided to learn how to play harmonica. They suck.
And if spending hours listening to 2 stoned out spaz's bang on conga's and sing along to Beatles' songs isn't a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon, I don't know what is.
The Beatles should come over and kick them in the nuts for ruining their music.
Friday, April 22, 2005
My first visit was this morning and all went well and very quickly. I haven't had my mouth numbed in awhile. I forgot how weird it feels. Plus, when my boss walked in this morning, she was giggling at me and knew right away that I was still numb. I can tell that I am going to be in a lot of pain when the numbness has all worn off and I am not looking forward to it. Oh well.
So back to my last dentist. He was NOT a nice guy. I went in for 2 cleanings, and each time he told me that I needed to get my teeth bleached. Now, I have fairly white teeth. Not "Hollywood White," but not bad. The problem lies in one of my front teeth. I had a root canal on it when I was in the 5th grade, and it is slightly darker than the rest of my teeth. The dentist was convinced that I needed to let him break open the seal on my tooth and re-bleach it from the inside. To the tune of $500-$600. Of course not covered by insurance.
I said no. The first time he was mildly annoyed, but backed off after I explained that it was just something I could not afford right now.
6 months pass and I go in for my next cleaning. The pressure to let him bleach my tooth starts up again, and again I say no. Really, there is nothing wrong with my tooth and I sure as hell ain't letting this jerk push me around.
Then, he tells me "You know, you need to get that fixed before it gets too dark and it's unfixable. Besides, people have to look at that you know."
WHAT AN ASS. Really, I didn't realized that my slightly darker tooth was insulting you. Or the people who see me every day. Thanks for letting me know how ugly I am to look at.
Needless to say I have never been so mad at a dentist before. My tooth is no where near being so dark it is unfixable. Then, they never sent me my 6 month check up notice. So I looked up my old dentist, who is just now covered by my insurance and I am now a happy customer of Smile Dental in Culver City. Seriously, he is the nicest dentist I have ever met. He greets everyone (as much as he can) when they walk through the door, his name is Dr. Rad and he has this really cool Russian/Slovanian (I think) accent.
This morning he greeted me by name. Seriously, how cool is that.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I don't care who you are rooting for, Bo was clearly the winner of the night.
So, in order of appearance (that I remember):
Constantine: Did a great job, picked a song I thought really suited him and wasn't totally overdone. Although, he is still way too cheeseball in his performance and I thought the eyeliner was a bit much for 70's night. Still, great singing last night.
Carrie: Oh honey, whoever is dressing you MUST be giggling hysterically whenever you go onstage. That outfit and hair was just horrible. It was 70's night, I can't believe no one wore some Gold Lame'. I love how weird the lyrics are for that song, but Carrie obviously didn't get it, nor did she want to. Also, her performance was boring. I am getting really tired of her picking the wrong song for her. She has an amazing voice and yet, why didn't she get nailed for doing the same thin they accuse Nikko of doing?(Picking songs with only great endings. Not to say that her song was boring, it's just that she was a boring performer until the last note). Also, her fake ultra-southerness is getting out of hand. I believe that you are from a small southern town. But I think Carrie and Vonzell are in competition for southerness, which would be interesting if I gave a crap about Vonzell.
Anthony: Oh man, I really hope he is gone tonight. His performance is just boring. Everything is so uplifting, all the time to this guy. Great, but as a performer you should probably be able to do more than one type of music. I would love to see him just stand there and sing a ballad, except that I would have to watch him just stand there and sing a ballad. Plus, he looks like Nick Carter about 100 pounds ago and it just creeps me out.
Anwar: Gosh, I really want to like this guy. He has a great voice, he seems really nice and he has a really pretty face. I enjoyed his performance last night. But overall, I think he is a so-so performer. I was a little disturbed that I almost saw nipple last night, because his shirt was open so low. Plus, it looked like he was picking his underwear out of his butt at the end of his segment. Scott: I have been rooting for him from the first audition, but he got so depressing to watch for awhile. Last night was the first time I have ever seen him look comfortable on stage and actually look like he was having a good time! I think that was his best performance yet. It was a great song choice for his voice (although I think he should have sang it in a higher key. This guy has a great tenor voice and needs to learn how to use it). I felt bad for him that the judges weren't nicer. I think someone must have talked to him about his attitude, because he actually handled Simon's comments well. But the story at the end about how he chose the song was so painful The Boyfriend changed to another channel.
Vonzell: I don't know why I hate her so much, but I do. She is so over choreographed, over-rehearsed and boring. She seems so fake to me and she just makes me so angry! I honestly feel like she only picks songs she has performed before. I don't think she does anything new, different, or actually difficult. Every song she has picked has been done a thousand times before and she never talks about songs being new to her. She has a decent voice, anything else about her is annoying.
Bo: I have never tried to hide the fact that Bo is my favorite. Last night should have proved to you why I think he is so awesome. I completely agree with Simon on the fact that Bo has had some bad weeks and that this was a come-back for him. Plus, I like the fact that everything he does on stage seems very organic and natural. He just lets the performance take him where it will. No overdone winks to the camera or over-rehearsed dance moves, the dude just performs. If he isn't in the top 2, I really don't care who wins.
On a final note:
Um, DID YOU KNOW WE HAVE A NEW POPE? Seriously, this needs to end. Not everyone in the world is Catholic and I think it's disgusting that this seems to get more attention and people actually think this is more important that when we elect a new President. Plus, I hate realizing how many conservative people there are in the world.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Dear Pieces of Crap:
It was The Boyfriend and I that called the cops on you, you complete tool. They didn't just "make the rounds," they were called 3 times over the space of 4 hours to complain about your drum circle/party you were throwing. (Again, like you do every Friday or Saturday night.)
Let's start from the beginning. Where in the hell did you move here from? Do you really believe that as mid-30 somethings that you are still in college? No one thinks couches and Camaros on the lawn are cool. No one thinks you washing your car with heavy metal playing loudly on the stereo is cool (especially since you are really nothing to look at with your shirt off) nor do they want to share in your AWFUL taste in music. Your car sucks and you obviously have a small pecker.
We knew the group of you were bad news the first night you moved in. But then you quieted down, and we just mildly disliked you.
Then one of you got the brilliant idea to start a band. Seriously, NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY MUSICAL TALENT WHATSOEVER. And your singing sucks too. It's bad enough that you start band rehearsal at 10 pm, but add to the fact that you can't keep time on a drumset to save your life and it just means hours of anger for The Boyfriend and I. I don't know how you got the word out to every trashy-stuck-in-the-80's person in the neighborhood, but your house has become their meeting place. WHY? Why do we have to listen to you talk about how awesome your band is? Why do we have to listen to you talk about the brilliant ideas on how going to get your equipment moved around? (A flatbed truck, seriously? My personal favorite was the Sea-Doo trailer) No one could possibly hire you, YOU SUCK. Seriously, you suck. Don't believe what I hear your friends telling you. They have to be going home and laughing at you for believing that you could actually get a band up and running.
Here's the kicker. There is a real band that lives across the street. How do I know? I see them actually loading up their equipment into their van and heading out for gigs. I hear them practicing (in the middle of the day to be polite) and they actually have some great music. AND THEY CAN ACTUALLY PLAY THEIR INSTRUMENTS. Granted, one of them had sex with his girlfriend in her car while it was parked on the street, but that was when they first moved in and it hasn't happened again, so I will chalk it up to them just being grungy and "cool."
Rest assured, we have already decided to start looking for a new place to live. After watching half the neighborhood walk by your place on Sunday and look horrified at the beer bottles and car mess that you had left on your front lawn/porch, I figured we had probably had enough. I plan on finding out who owns that house and giving them a nice informative phone call. I will become best friends with police dispatch as I call in complaints as much as possible. And then after I move, well, The Boyfriend and I have lots of fun stuff planned. Cause my favorite saying is this: "Revenge is better than Christmas."
And believe me neighbor, Christmas is coming WAY early this year.
Your hateful neighbors that yell "Shut Up" at you as often as possible,
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Watching Vonzell and Anwar is about as much fun as watching paint dry, and Constantine just really annoys me now with his constant flirting with the camera. Seriously, how did his band every treat him like a real rocker? The boy obviously needs to be in a few boy band videos, he seems to have the moves down already.
My biggest problem with Nadia and Nikko being voted off already is that they were interesting to watch. They didn't always pick the best songs, but they always performed the heck out of them.
Except for Bo, everyone that's left is just boring. No one does anything original or interesting.
Please remind me why I watch this show.
Have you heard about the shootings on the freeways in L.A.? It's getting really weird around here. I have never been so happy with my 3 mile-all side street- commute in my life. I can't imagine anything worse than driving along, minding your own business and then WHAM! the guy sitting next to you is dead. And so is the guy sitting behind him.
Carpool would never be the same after that. I mean, how can you complain about the traffic anymore?
On a final note-
The Boyfriend and I made our usual Thursday morning romp to the gym, and as usual, no one was there to work the front desk. As we are walking by, I see him reach over and turn a sign face-down.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because, I just hate this place"
I couldn't stop laughing. Haven't you ever caught yourself/someone else doing something so juvenile and passive aggressive that it's just ridiculously funny?
At least it made the first part of the workout go faster.
Monday, April 11, 2005
It seems that people in my office like to come to work sick. And then complain about how sick they are. Meanwhile people are dropping like flies around them and the one person who brought the sickness into the office is still milling about looking for sympathy because they feel like crap and they "don't want to go to the doctor because they hate doctors." How can you hate doctors? They make you better stupid person! And they provide lovely drugs with which to make you better.
The reason I am bringing this up is because I spent all of last week feeling like total crap. Not sick, but just "off" enough to know that I am totally fighting off the sickness that has permeated my office. Seriously, what is wrong with people like this? GO HOME. No one cares that you are sick, because you have succeeded in getting everyone sick around you and now we all just hate you.
On another note, The Boyfriend and I have started compiling a list of several ways to tell if people are going to suck at driving. Feel free to add to it based on your own experience:
1. You are old and you are wearing a baseball cap.
2. You are female and you have stuffed animals lining your back window.
3. You talk on the phone while driving AT ALL.
4. You drive an SUV, you talk on the phone while driving and you have kids in the car.
5. You have kids in the car and you apparently need to yell at them, but only while turning completely around in your seat and not watching the road.
6. You drive any kind of kick butt sports car, because that means you can't drive over 20 mph.
I lost count on how many times we were almost killed this weekend by people talking on the phone while driving. It is really getting dangerous out there.
We went to the Getty Museum on Friday. I love that place. It has my favorite painting which is only my favorite because the faces are so life like they actually creep me out.
So of course I bought a print of it, so I can be creeped out at home.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
So, last night's theme was Showtunes. Now I don't know what you think, but some really amazing music has been written as showtunes, not that you would have known that based off of last nights performances.
Why Bo Bice didn't sing something from "Tommy" or "Hair" or any other musical from the '70's is totally beyond me.
As The Boyfriend put it, "they are all picking the songs I fast forward through."
People, there are ages and ages of great, great music to pick from. Maybe the contestants all need to be assigned a song tutor to help with the selection.
I think I am going to quit watching until the final 3, because I feel more than one person needs to go a week.
On another note, I just had a really fun conversation with someone from IT about musicals and theatre and lighting designers. Seriously, how fun is it when you talk to someone you never realized was into theatre about "Guys and Dolls" and how "no one used to use microphones in my day" and some people just can't find their light, no matter how hard they try!
Friday, April 01, 2005
You think I am exaggerating, but I'm not.
Don't you hate it when the weather gets colder and it takes you forever to remember to bring a coat with you whenever you go somewhere. Then, when the weather finally starts warming up, it takes you forever to remember/feel comfortable NOT bringing a coat with you?
The boyfriend is already comfortably past bringing a coat with him anywhere, but I am not yet, so there are lots of conversations about coats in the morning. I find it funny that a piece of clothing has such a hold over me. I must be getting old.