Archive for May, 2008

Some Venti Goodness

{ May 26, 2008 @ 9:23 am } · { Whining..., rant }
{ } · { Comments (4) }

…or badness.  Depends on your point-of-view, I guess.  Just venting.

I am in a rut.  I’m stuck in a rutty rut that is rut-like.  I need to focus on something outside of work and home-I need something.  Theatre is not working out for me at the moment.  Aside from box office for TA, I haven’t done much with it lately.  MMM is struggling right now.  And anyway, I’m not feeling the theatre joy these days.  My friendships seem to be changing and I’m just at a loss right now.  I feel sort of empty, and yes, I know that is lame and cliched.  But that’s probably about the best word to describe it.  I’m not connected to anything and it’s kind of a depressing, hopeless feeling.

I just need to get my proverbial shit together because I hate feeling this way.

Meme

{ May 26, 2008 @ 9:14 am } · { Meme }
{ } · { Comments (1) }

I got this from ChaucerianGirl.

My roommate and I once: stole heather from our neighbor’s front yard every night the entire time it was in bloom.  It smelled really good.  We kept it on the sill by an open window and the breeze was all heathery.   

Never in my life have I: abused any type of drug.  Not even the wacky-tobaccy, although I was hanging around friends who smoked it in front of me.  I never felt the peer pressure though.  Except for that one time…

High school was : eh.  I liked doing theatre and I loved my theatre friends, but I did not blossom in high school.  I was not unpopular though and I did have very cute boyfriends.

When I’m nervous : I can’t sleep-I stay up all night uber-obsessing.

My hair : is pulled back in the chakhra (did I spell that right) hair clip I bought from amethyst.

When I was 5 : I had this dress I loved, loved, loved that my older sister picked out for me.

When I turn my head left : I see the treadmill I have not used in almost six months.

I should be : using the treadmill.

By this time next year : it will be this time next year.

My favorite aunt is : probably my Aunt Mary.  She’s a very kind person.

I have a hard time understanding : why I always seem to get stuck in the middle of someone else’s disagreement and when I try to claim neutrality manage to piss everyone off and somehow lose friends.

You know I like you if : I open up to you.

My ideal breakfast is : grits billy bob bailey.  It’s not healthy but it’s really good.

If you visit my home town : If by home town you mean where I was born, you will be in Atlanta, GA.  Which is peachy, I’m sure.  I don’t actually remember it very well.  I was four or five when we moved to Texas.

If you spend the night at my house : we’ll talk all night and watch DVDs and my dogs will be all over you, so if you don’t like dogs, you should probably not spend the night at my house.

My favorite blond is : ronnye.

My favorite brunette is : faith

The animal I would like to see flying besides birds : Dogs

I shouldn’t have been : so shy

Last night I: went to book club, but it was just me and s, so we did an angel-thon (we miss you doyle) and ate tortilla chips and bean dip.

A better name for me would be : I actually like my name.  I’m sticking with it.

I’ve been told I look like : I personally do not see the resemblance but my co-worker swears I look just like the actor who plays rogue in the x-men movies.

If I could have any car, it would be: a mini-cooper convertible 

Now, if you have read this far

CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED!

Wherein Izzybella [Badly] Waxes Poetic About Diet Dr. Pepper

{ May 22, 2008 @ 3:06 am } · { My Sisters and Me, diet Dr. Pepper rules }
{ } · { Comments (2) }

I love the Diet Dr. Pepper.  I really do.  So today, because I clearly don’t have enough to do, I decided to write a poem about my love.  It should come as no surprise to you that I suck at poetry.  No, really, I’m not fishing here.   I’m seriously awful.  I knew as I was writing it that it was crap.  So I sent a quick email to chauceriangirl and asked her to write one for me.  Two seconds later (I’m not kidding-it was like two seconds later) she sends me the most wonderful poem ever.  If you want to know just how much cooler chauceriangirl is than me, here’s the proof.

MY CRAP VERSION:

Without Diet Dr. Pepper,
I’d be sad as a leper.

and

Get a loada
the girl with no soda.
She looks sad.
That’s really bad.

CHAUCERIANGIRL’S SUPERIOR VERSION:

My sister doth wax poetic about her lover.
For her there are no substitutes, no, there simply is none other.
She loveth well her doctor, Pepper be his name.
And oft she chooseth the diet version.  Now no one is to blame,
Howe’er she prefer her paramour, albeit some disagree,
Saying there is none other acceptable,
Than the doctor who from Waco doth be.
I say I care not as long as a version be on the table.

Now, seriously, do I or do I not have the best sister ever? Who else would write me a love poem about a soft drink? 

I Did It.

{ May 19, 2008 @ 4:39 am } · { technology }
{ } · { Comments (1) }

I joined this century.  I finally bought an iPod.  I am the proud owner of a blue iPod Nano.  Third generation.  (Like I know what the crap that means.)  It has 8 gig of memory.  (Like I know what the crap that means, either.)  I have no idea how to work it.  All I know is that it holds 2000 songs.  The salesmen (hereafter referred to as sales-geek) was trying to get me to buy this touch iPod that holds 20,000 songs and has internet access.  That’s a complete waste, because first of all, I still have DIAL-UP at home, so clearly I don’t give a bunch of crap about the internet; and second, I don’t think I know 20,000 songs.  I definitely don’t own 20,000 songs.  So I stuck with the nano.  Besides, it’s no good rushing progress.  I am a crazy little island unto myself.  Clearly sales-geek was completely ignoring the Prime Directive.  Sales-geek was also totally stoned.  He had all the symptoms, including red eyes, duuu-uuuude speech, and bag of doritos behind the sales counter.  That’s how my brother always looked when he was swearing to my mom that he tried as hard as could, but he just couldn’t get his friends to put away the joint.  And although he reeked of pot, he would just like to assure mom that he would never, ever, ever in a zillion, billion years ever smoke the wacky tobackey. 

In fairness to my brother, he has since ‘fessed up.  Poor mom.  All of us kids have ‘fessed up to horrible deeds committed that she never knew about till we were all sitting around laughing about the old times.

Also, in fairness to my mom, she was, and continues to be, a terrific mother.  Good sense of humor.  Kind-hearted and compassionate without being a sentimental bleeding-heart.  Creative.  Sometimes really goofy.  Unconventional.  She’s a keeper.

But I digress.  So back to topic-I’ve finally arrived.  2002, here I come!!

Friday’s Feast

{ May 16, 2008 @ 9:36 pm } · { Meme }
{ } · { Comments (3) }

Appetizer

What is the nearest big city to your home?

The nearest big city to my home is Fort Worth, TX.  I really love Fort Worth-it’s a big town with a small town feel.  There’s a vibrant night scene in Sundance Square; a beautiful museum and theatre district; the botanical and Japanese gardens; fine dining; plus the Stockyards.  The best asset of Fort Worth is the people-friendly, smart, witty and generally very proud of the city they live in.  Yeah, I’m a fan of Fort Worth.

Soup

On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how well do you keep secrets?

I really want to give myself a 10, but it’s probably more like an 8.  When it’s a really important secret that I’ve promised to not share, I always keep my word.  But sometimes, someone tells me a secret that turns out to be an issue that can be easily resolved, and so then I’ll go to bat to resolve it.  However, I always fess up if I’ve been bad.  And I don’t usually gossip just for the sake of gossip.  I’m more likely to tell a goofy story about myself than someone else.

Salad

Describe your hair (color, texture, length).

Long.  Brownish/reddish.  Thick.  Here’s my headshot.  The hair is a little bit different, but it’s still a fairly accurate representation.

Main Course

What kind of driver are you?  Courteous?  Aggressive?  Slow?

I am a very courteous driver.  I used to be aggressive.  I think something happened to me after I hit my 30s and I just suddenly slowed down.  I’m a big believer in auto-karma.  The golden rule of driving or whatever else you want to call it.

Dessert

When was the last time you had a really bad week?

Ha, that’s kind of a funny question to ask a sometimes actor.  I can be really melodramatic, so let’s say one morning I stub my toe or my pants don’t fit right or whatever-I’ll wail about how I’m having just an awful week.  But life is kind and offers this little thing called perspective.  I hope I never in my life have a worse week than the one in which my little sister died.  Every other bad week I’ve had has been clover in comparison.  Since I’m sharing pictures today, here’s one of her when she was a little girl.  She’s wearing a dress my mom and I picked out for her and holding her cat, Lorena.  Wasn’t she pretty? 

 

 

Thanks for dining with me today!  If you’re still hungry, may I suggest other fine feasting?

Randomness May 15, 2008 Edition

{ May 15, 2008 @ 11:00 pm } · { random thoughts, self improvement, shoes, work }
{ } · { Comments (2) }

Yesterday was our symposium-an annual mini-conference we do for our clients.  We had a good response and it went very well.  But more importantly, I had on really cute shoes all day:

cute sandles

See?  Very cute-I have the brown ones.  Made by Aerosoles-if you want some of your very own, you can get them here.  What surprised me was how comfortable they are.  If you’re a regular reader (all one of you) you know that I have a heel spur and I’m very picky about my shoes.  Let’s be honest-I was happy to take my shoes off at the end of the day, but that’s more because I was on my feet all day than any defect in the shoe.  So go you, Aresoles.  After months and months of nothing but crocs, it was kind of nice to feel all girly.

I’m glad the symposium is over though. Now I can turn my full focus to the teen conference.  I got the invoice for the backpacks yesterday and I think we are finally set with the tee-shirt design.  I just need to email the committee and get their feedback.  And while we’re on the subject of committees-GAH!!!  Committees are horrible.  Useless.  Talk, blah, ker-blooey.  Nobody can agree on anything and everyone has a completely different opinion.  And yet, educational institutions love committees.  LOVE them.  Why is that?

My grannie would be really proud of me.  I have fingernails.  Longish and actually manicured.  I have a bad nail-biting habit I’ve had my entire life.  I’ve had sporadic periods where my nails have looked okay or where I just flat out cheated and got acrylic nails, but the first sign of stress and I’m gnawing my nails off.  I know it’s a disgusting habit.  Gran used to hold my hands and examine the nails very carefully-then she’d sigh and fold my fingers under and pat me on the hand.  When I was twelve, she even offered me $10 a nail if I could grow them out and I just couldn’t break the habit.  And here I am now, with fairly decent looking nails.  Although they are kind of weak and brittle.  I don’t know if it’s from me biting them most of my 30ish years or just that I genetically have weak crap nails.  I still think she’d be proud.

We’re getting the house painted (inside and out) on Monday and crap I forgot I made plans with friends!!!!!!!!  S’cuse me, I have to go type up a groveling email…

Kay, I’m back.  I had book club scheduled and then I was going to go see a play with jehara (which was totally my idea, what a stupid-head) only I forgot I’d promised the monster I was going to help her move all the furniture away from the walls.  The worst is going to be that desk Dad and I built.  I swear that things weighs about six thousand pounds.  Dad and I were never even able to move it flush against the wall.  Too heavy.  Maybe I should get the monster to call her nephew, the former college football player, to come help us move that sucker.  I’m feeling like a crap friend now.  Jehara…amethyst…chauceriangirl…if you’re reading this I love your guts, please forgive!!!!!!!!

I don’t know if I like the color we’re painting the outside of the house.  It’s kind of a mossy greenish gray and the trim is this deep brown with red undertones.  It’s pretty-I just can’t picture it on the outside of the house.  It’s currently white with brown trim, so it’ll be a big change.  Anyway, I don’t have to like it.  The check I write the monster every month is a lot smaller than the check she writes the mortgage company, so her opinion wins.

Well, I think this is enough randomness for the moment.  I have a job to do, and by damn, I’m gonna do it.

Random Comments May 13, 2008 Edition

{ May 13, 2008 @ 10:25 pm } · { Parents, comics, diet Dr. Pepper rules, random thoughts, work }
{ Tags: } · { Comments (3) }

  • My mommy is coming for a visit in June.  I’m really excited.  I don’t actually usually call her “mommy” but I’m needy lately, so “mommy” it is.  Chauceriangirl and I have a surprise in mind for the day of lunch.  She reads this blog, though, so I can’t say what it is.  If you want to know, email me and I’ll tell you (unless you answer to the name “mom”).  But sshhh…keep it secret.
  • The lease on my Escape expires in August, so I decided to buy the “New Ford Focus.”  (in quotation marks because that’s how Ford is selling it these days.  “The new Ford Focus.  Better than ever…will make you 60% cooler and significantly improve the firmness and texture of your skin.  *Results not comparible to professional procedures.”  The Car Guy keeps talking up the new Focus on his radio show-I trust Car Guy, so I’m feeling pretty good about choosing this over the other fuel-efficient options out there.  None of the cars on the lot had all of the specific features I wanted, so I ordered one.  Did you know anti-lock brakes are not standard on the Ford Focus?  I’m paying extra for it, but it’s worth it.  I’m just kind of surprised Ford is making such an important safety feature an option.  C’mon Ford.  Man up.  Do the right thing on next year’s model.  My new car should be here in 6-8 weeks.  I’m not really in new car mode, so I’m not yet all that excited.  Maybe once it’s here, I’ll have that “yay, a new car” feeling.
  • This is a busy work week.  We have our annual training seminar on Wednesday, which always means extra work on top of my normal work-work.  I don’t mind it though because it’s always kind of fun to meet the clients and put a face to the voice.  Plus the office caters in lunch and breakfast, and that yogurt dip they serve with the fresh fruit?  So.  Good.
  • Graduation ceremonies are awesome.  I worked the university’s ceremony on Friday-my job was taking the candid shots of graduates and their families.  I grumble about it beforehand because it’s a lot of work and it’s four or five hours I’m not at my own desk, where I already have lots of to-do’s waiting for me.  But I always enjoy it while I’m there.  It’s sort of awesome and inspiring seeing the culmination of years and years of hard work paying off-especially for the doctoral candidates.  Some of them cry as they’re being hooded and that gets me all teary too. 
  • Went to Lone Star Comics last week and spent too much money.  Again.  Who would have thunk I’d turn into a big comic-book geek?  I’m addicted to the Buffy season 8 comics.  I’m finding the direction the story is taking fascinating-dark and angsty-Buffy and crew are totally on a different playing field and I’m enjoying that.  Guy at the store got me to check out Fables and I’m liking that as well.  I’ve been catching up on past storylines.  Plus they sometimes get classics in the comic form-I subscribed to The Picture of Dorian Gray.  I read that back when I was a teenager.  It occurs to me that the graphic novel formats could be a great teaching tool and a way to get teenager boys and girls tuned to literature.  I do love the artwork, but put that together with an amazing story and I’m putty.
  • Diet Dr. Pepper is one of the best inventions ever.
  • I’m almost done watching the Tudors on DVD (first season).  I think the acting is amazing, but again, I so intensely dislike some of the characters that sometimes it’s just not very enjoyable for me.  I don’t think I would have enjoyed being at court.  Also, Henry Cavill is quite possibly one of the prettiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on.  No really.  VERY pretty.
  • Here endeth the rambling randomness.

Meme-Me and My Feet

{ May 7, 2008 @ 3:15 am } · { Meme }
{ } · { Comments (4) }

Stole this from No Nonsense Girl. That’s a good place to steal things…


What Your Feet Say About You:


You are more expressive than most people. You let everyone know how you’re feeling – the good, the bad, and the ugly.You are a very passionate person. You are highly charged and easily inspired.You are an assertive and aggressive person. You are determined and not likely to ever give up.

You fall in love easily and develop strong bonds. You are attached to many people.

You are easily frightened. You are fairly neurotic and paranoid.

You are intellectual and philosophical. You are more concerned with thoughts than action.

You are a fairly hard worker, but you are also a little spoiled. You like indulge yourself every now and then.

You are not easily influenced by other people. You hold your ground and are true to your beliefs.

 

For Amethyst

{ May 2, 2008 @ 3:18 am } · { Books, Harry Potter }
{ } · { Comments (3) }

Here’s my wand.  It makes me unhappy.  And could they be more condescending?


Which wand will yours be?

8 inches, almond wood and unicorn hair. Frail wood plus frail core, not a good combination. Could you say low self-esteem any louder? Please give more credit to yourself, you’re a very sweet person.
Take this quiz!


 

 


 

 

 

 

Thanks Mom and Dad…

{ May 2, 2008 @ 3:11 am } · { Parents }
{ } · { Comments (4) }

…for the good teeth genes.  I’m not being sarcastic, either, lest you mistakenly detect snarkiness there.  Yes, I am genuinely grateful for my good teeth.  I may have thick ankles (cankles-the natural enemy of the mary jane shoe), but I have great teeth.   What brings this on, you ask?

Well, I have dental phobia.  As a result I avoid dentists like the plague (or if you wanna be punny, like the plaque…hahaha…no?  okay, you’re right, that was lame).  Anyway, I finally manned up and went today.  No cavities.  Very little build up.  Perfectly straight teeth that will never make any dentist rich, ever.  Got x-rays.  Got the teeth cleaned.  And 35 minutes later I was done.  There was no minimal whining on my behalf.  My dentist admitted there were five year-olds who were braver than me; but she also told me there were 45 year-olds who were way bigger chickens.  So it’s done and I don’t have to worry about teeth again.  Till November.

So, again I say-Thanks Mom and Dad for the good teeth.