November 30, 2006

it's been a long november

So, yesterday, i totally wrote out a blog entry. I was at work, so i wrote it longhand with the intention of typing it here. Only I didn't get home until after 1 in the am. So, i will totally type it in later...if I decide I actually want to post it after all.

Anyhow, I just realized it is the end of November. I posted mostly every day. A couple were missed, because I wasn't anywhere near a computer that day, but overall i managed to reach my daily posting goal. Some days I just did not want to post, and so I copped out with a picture or a meme. Other days it kept me on task and kept me from getting further behind on things like vacation posting. Still other days it kept me delightfully procrastinating things like taping and painting and cleaning.

I realized I can post more often than I normally do. i also realized that sometimes when I think I don't want to post, I actually have something to say. Other times, I really just don't want to say anything. Either way, I am going to post more often, though not every day.

So, on to what's going on. I opened The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe tonight to a nearly sold out crowd. We only have one more performance that is not entirely sold out for the rest of the run. Pretty cool. I'm having fun being the witch, though I've realized I need to start doing some more challenging work in the future. I am much happier when I am challenged.

i got a couple more Christmas presents today! As in, I purchased them for other people. I also sent my cards out the day after turkey day. Well, almost all of them. I have a couple that have enclosures that I still need to send out. Now, if we can just get our house put together, I will be golden. Since I didn't get to decorate for Samhein, I want to go all out for the winter.Also I have roughly a billion projects I want to finish, and I feel like I can't do them until I do the kitchen. You know, can't have dessert until I've finished my dinner.

Well, I must be off to beddy-bye. here's to a bright and snowy December. Light and fluffy skiing snow, please.

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November 28, 2006

one more question...

I'm too tired for anything original...so deal with it.

1. What Made You Smile today?
my dwarf army, seeing my sweetie in a ruff....

2. What were you doing at 8 this morning?
cursing traffic on my way to work

3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
checking my e-mail

4. What is something that happened to you in 1995?
ummmm....I went to a prom..that's all I can think of.

5. What is the last thing you said aloud?
bye sweetie

6. How many different things did you drink today?
coffee, soda (diet pepsi & diet coke)...I guess three

7. What color is your toothbrush?
orange and silver

8. What was the last thing you bought?
dinner

9. What was the last gift you recieved for your birthday?
I don't know which was last, but I got lots of great stuff, books, cd's, dresses, checks....

10. What color is your front door?
white. I am excited for when we paint it cranberry, but it's low on the list.

11. Where do you keep your change?
I can't tell you that.

12. What is the weather like today?
Grey and rainy and ugly.

13.Ice cream?
Yes? No? I don't know what you want from me!!!

14. What is something you are excited about?
sleep

15. When was the last rainbow you saw?
I can't remember!!

16. What size shoe do you wear?
8

17. do you have a sister?
Yes

18. Are you very random?
Leaping trains of thought says it all.

19. Do you want to cut your hair?
yes...just a trim me thinks. I am more antsy to get it colored. I just have to wait another week-and-a-half.

20. Are you over the age of 25?
Why, no. I am 25 exactly.

21. Do you talk a lot?
Only when I'm breathing.

22. Do you watch The OC?
Nope.

23. Does your screen name have an 'x' in it?
Three of them. Only it doesn't.

24. Do you know anyone called Steve?
I work for one.

25. Do you make up your own words?
yes

26. Are you ticklish?
Why, no, not at all...so there is no need for you to try. Ever.

27. Are you typically a jealous person?
Only jealous of really beautiful people, because you either have it or you don't...and I wish I did.

28. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A':
Angie

29. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'R'.
Rufus T. Firefly

30. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list?
Ummm....probably G?

31. What did the last text message you received say?
Something long from my friend Jen.

32. Do you chew on your straws?
no

33. Do you have curly hair?
If by curly you mean it won't even hold a perm, then yes, I do. If you mean my stylist has given up on trying to make my hair even flip, then yes I do.

34. What is the next concert you're going to?
I don't know...we go to so few these days :(

35. Who is the coolest person in your life?
All the people in my life are cool. At least I keep telling myself that.

36. What is something you say a lot?
I hate people.

37. What is the last thing you ate?
a grilled chicken sandwich and fries from McDonalds.

38. Have you seen the movie 'Donnie Darko'?
Of course, one of my personal favorites.

39. Do you have work tomorrow?
Yes. boo.

40. Is marriage in your future?
I sure hope not!

41. When was the last time you said 'I love you' and meant it?
Just a bit earlier.

42. What should you be doing right now?
Sleeping or painting.

43. Do you have a nickname?
Do I?

44. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yes.

45. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Who, me?

46. When was the last time you used a skateboard?
Ummmm...probably the early eighties.

47. What is the best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?
I haven't seen anything new in that time frame, so I shall go with Drop Dead Gorgeous. so hilarious.

48. What kind of mobile phone do you have?
A samsung something-or-other. It was free...so I don't ask questions.

49. What are you listening to right now?
Silence.

50. Are you currently depressed?
Not if I take my meds.

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November 27, 2006

sleep when i'm dead

My eyes are telling me I should get some sleep...however, my brain is saying I should sand the corner of the ceiling, tape and prime the hallway. And clear out the entryway...spackle it, maybe tape that off, too.

Well, we ordered the floor on Saturday. It should be here sometime this week. It was a chunk of change, but we are redoing the craptastic vinyl in the kitchen and entry (why, for the love of all that is good and not-so-good, would one choose flooring that looks dirty no matter how much you scrub it???) and the carpet in the hall with it. Whoooo-hooooo. If I had my way, i would tile (or linoleum...or terrazzo) the whole mother-scratching place. However, here in the midwest, people aren't down with that, boo on them. anyhow, this stuff is pretty rocktastic, a sentiment I hope I can echo once installation has begun. I am excited because it will be way easier to clean and disinfect and will be pretty. We chose something that would look clean all the time instead of dirty, the color is called "smoky sky" and looks like slate.

We also made our first joint power tool purchase. Our other tools came previously to our merger. However, we bit the bullet, and bought a saw. We'd been either hand sawing or borrowing circular saws from friends. However, with this floor, we figured it was time to get our own. We also had to pick up some painting supplies as we somehow misplaced one of our totes of painting gear. the one with the rollers and paint trays. So, we have some new rollers, a new tray and I figured while we were at it, we may as well get a new brush for cutting in. I remembered our old one being awfully old and crappy. We also got our primer. i wasn't going to prime originally, but looking at the marks on the walls and all the spackling, and the places where they just didn't get paint in the kitchen, I should. At least I don't have to worry about drop cloths, since we are ripping out the floor anyway.

I will be so freaking thrilled to get this kitchen project done. I hate having things torn up and not being able to really make my own food, and having a giant mess. Plus, our original kitchen format was probably the most inefficient use of space ever. Oh, and our faucet will have a sprayer. And we will have drawers. And a pot rack. And our cabinets will be not only the same height, but against the ceiling as well. Whoo-freaking-hoo.

What started this rambley mess?
this question:
Inspired by this question:
How do you feel about where you live? Is it just a place to hang your hat, or a Home you've invested yourself in with time, money and energy? How long do you see yourself living where you live? What are your thoughts on the concept of "Home"?

So, here's my answer...then painting. for reals.

i have such mixed feelings about where I live. I mean, my kitties live here, and my sweetie, and it provides us shelter, but it also has many annoyances. There's part of me that feels like i will want to stay here when we are done fixing it up. (next project: bathroom redo!) I mean, once I get everything situated, it's hard for me to go. However, there are so many adventures waiting for us, there isn't really a point in us sticking around here. I also know in my heart that we will find our home, our forever home in Chicago. That having been said, we have invested time, energy and money in our place. We've painted, replaced ceilings, floors, a front door. We will still be replacing windows, more floors and more ceilings. We are in the middle of redoing our kitchen. We will be gutting our main bathroom (to the studs! Some of those will be replaced! We have to add studs because the original stud installers must have been on crack! It will be fun!). We have a lot of work to do on our bedroom. I've put a lot of work into the garden, and have more plans for it in the spring. Yet, I look forward to getting to rent for a while. No pressure to fix up, no maintenance, just paying our rent and not causing trouble.
Our plan is to be here for one more year (give or take, there are things that are beyond our control) then our to LA, where I hope to find an apartment with ceramic tile throughout.

As for my concept of home? It's all a feeling. When you feel at home, you are at home. I feel at home here, I feel at home at our favorite club. It's more about the emotion than the place, really.

Okay, enough of my stalling, I am going to tape off the hallway. I am not going to prime just yet, because I don't want to have to clean up before bed. Par tof me doesn't know what to do once our hallway doesn't look like part of a slum!

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November 25, 2006

things to do, things to do...

Well, after all the anticipation, T-day is done and over. It was a delightful holiday, spent with friends. I made my famous cranberry sauce and vanilla sweet potatoes. The hosts provided the bulk of the food, including a yummy turkey, mashed potatoes, wild rice, mushroom gravy (which was fab), homemade dill bread, stuffing, and pumpkin cheesecake and apple pie. Another guest provided chop salad, which was delish. We ate, we drank wine, and partook in festivities. These included watching Drop Dead Gorgeous (a film that never ceases to be HI-larious), Christmas Vacation (which is sort of funny, then Eddie arrives and it becomes hysterical), some Trivial Pursuit (which I was in the lead when we had to stop playing because we started playing), some Wii (cooler than I thought it would be) and finally chatting till the wee hours.

So, Wii. Cooler than I thought...but not sure it would be worth it for me to own. I liked the sports stuff, and thought it was pretty cool that you create your Mii and you watch it copy your movements. It's a lot like you are actually playing whichever sport is mimicked. However, the video games I like are pretty old school, and I can play them on our now obsolete XBox. OF course, since they are pretty much sold out everywhere, it's not something I really need to concern myself with anyway.

Poor G had to work both Thanksgiving eve, and Thanksgiving night. He sort of assumed he would have to work, but he also assumed it would be his normal schedule of going in at 10. About a week ago he was told that his shift the day before would be two hours shorter, because he would have to work a 12 hour shift on Thanksgiving...starting at 6pm and going till 6am. Kind of a bummer. He got to eat with us, but then had to take off. Boo.

However, getting off at six, he stopped at Best Buy on the way home to score us some early bird goodies. I was hoping to truly celebrate Buy Nothing Day, but there were some deals we couldn't pass up. Also, he was up and all. So, he got the new video card we needed for our computer. He also got me a replacement radio for my car. It was a really good deal at $49, and it has a CD player, recognizes/plays MP3 files, and has a jack so if I get a Zune, I can plug that in. It came with free speakers, which I don't know if we'll use, but it's not like we have to keep them either. Also, they made a mistake on the ad, and it said it included free installation. They usually don't include it on the cheaper models, but they printed it with the wrong system, so we bring in the ad to our install appointment and they do it for free. So, pretty soon I will have tunes in my car again. Hooray! We also padded our DVD collection with some titles we'd been wanting anyway. The prices for them was the same or slightly more than a rental, so it was worth it. G also got a couple of toys he'd been waiting on, but that's for him to elaborate on.

I had to work at 2:30. It was crazy hat day at work, so I grabbed the craziest hat in my house. It's a children's hat that G's mom bought for him because it was funny. It's a stuffed Chinese dragon hat, made to look like the head of one of those giant dragon puppets that they have in parades and such. It was for the Chinese New Year, for the year of the Dragon. Since G is a dragon, it was highly appropriate. It was by far the craziest hat, and it got lots of smiles out of people. When I came in, my fellow coordinator said that no one could complain about me while I was wearing that hat. Overall, the store wasn't too busy. Not great for the bottom line, but good for getting some stuff done. On my lunch break, I'd hoped to read some of the paper. However, someone was a couple of milliseconds before me in grabbing the two sections I wanted. So, I ate. She finished her break before me, so I grabbed those sections. Someone had already stolen the crossword I was after, so I moved on to the Local News. Someone had removed the entire middle chunk, so it was just the outer pages (as in pages one and two, and whatever the last two pages were. I guess they left the right part. I flip open the section (or what's left) and there's my picture! It was a promo shot for the show, with my name and character, and all the info. Kind of cool. The only unfortunate part is that they did not tell us in advance we were having pictures, so it is not the best picture of me ever, but still, there I am. If I ever start a theatre scrapbook, I will put it in there.

Today, we will order our floor for our kitchen. This means we'll have an actual deadline to finish painting and putting in the ceiling. I am so excited to rip out the gross carpet in the hallway and the hideous vinyl in the kitchen. Seriously, I hate carpeting...hate it. Also, our vinyl floor is such a pattern that it always looks dirty. Even if you've been on your hands and knees scrubbing it, and no more dirt is coming off, it still looks dirty. The tile we chose is a kind that always looks clean. So, when I scrub it I don't need to get all compulsive and keep scrubbing and scrubbing for naught. I can scrub it, and feel somewhat satisfied. Does this mean I'm old? I'm all excited about ceramic tile.

Of course, it's more work today, then our weekly dance outing. I have to figure out what I am going to wear, and make sure I have enough sleep since I have to work at 8am tomorrow. EEK! Yet, so worth it for the amount of fun I have. This week is going to be hectic, with tech week, the show opening, and trying to get our painting done. I guess that keeps me out of trouble, right?

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November 24, 2006

friday fiveage

1. What are you most thankful for?
My truly amazing friends (which includes my truly amazing husband)

2. Think back one year, have the things you are thankful for changed?
They haven't changed, but there is an extra thing I'm thankful for this year.

3. What did you feast on yesterday?
Turkey, stuffing, wild rice, mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, vanilla sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, chop salad (without meat), dill bread, pumpkin cheesecake, apple pie, and wine. All of which was made from scratch by someone in attendance, outside of the wine...and it was all damn tasty.

4. This time of year is filled with parties, gifts, friends, and family, what are you looking forward to the most?
Continuing all of our regular rituals from throughout the year, Finishing our kitchen remodel (we order the floor tomorrow!), all of the parties with our friends.

5. (insert December holiday here) is coming up, what if anything do you want for it?
All I've got on my list right now is a self healing cutting mat so I can use a rotary cutter for my patterns, and so I can cut mats for all the prints I need to frame. Although, G has me wanting a Zune now...darn him!!!

*BONUS: How do you like to cook your turkey When I cook it, I just get a Jennie-O freezer to oven fool proof bird. I am too paranoid about salmonella, and I so rarely cook meat that this is really the only way for me to do it, and not kill anyone.

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November 23, 2006

wrapped up in the pleasures of the world

I feel it necessary to write the obligatory Thanksgiving post. There is much to be thankful for, which I sometimes have to remind myself of.

First, we are on our way to spend the day with friends. Drinking wine, eating turkey, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. I am thankful for my friends. All of them. These are the people who have been there for me whether they are near or far, and love me despite all my shortcomings.

I am thankful we have people to spend thanksgiving with. While I would love to be with my family this year, it is not possible. Yet I will be surrounded by people I care about. I am also thankful that we have someplace to go, as our place is not in any shape to host this year. I am thankful that we will have plenty of food on the table.

I am thankful for my sweetie. While not perfect, he is perfect for me. I feel blessed by the memories we share, and look forward to the future. We got engaged the day after thanksgiving seven years ago, so it seems especially appropriate to mention him today.

I am thankful for my family. They've done a whole lot for me, and while I try to return the favor, I know I often fall terribly short. I've got parents who still take care of me, even though I am "grown up" and live miles away. I have a sister who is a great friend, and who is wonderful fun to be with. I've got a niece and nephews who never cease to amaze me. They are all pretty awesome.

I am thankful for our rituals. We sometimes have to abandon them, but I love going out dancing every saturday night at Ground Zero. I love seeing familiar faces, whether or not I know them personally, there is something comforting about seeing them each week. I love feeling at home, and I love shaking off whatever ills may have fallen through the week. I love our weekly game night/karaoke nights. I enjoy seeing friends, feeling like a rock star if even for a few moments at a time. I love that some of my friends have come from these rituals, and that they have become very dear to me. I love our late night food outings. I love that we can walk into our favorite places, and just like Cheers, they know us. That is pretty awesome

I am thankful for kitties. Especially our kitties. They may piss me off sometimes, but no matter how low I am feeling, they always make me feel better. Heck, even strange kitties make me feel better.

I am thankful for music. I love music, it is a huge part of my rituals. It can turn an entire day around, just hearing the right song. I love dancing to it and just getting lost in it. I love going to concerts and feeling the energy. It is an amazing thing.

While there are a lot of things that anger me or make me sad, it is nice to have a day to put that aside and just remember the good. Sometimes it is hard to do. I like that there is a day, outside of religious perameters, a day that is for everyone to enjoy and to be blessed. That there are people who give up spending the day for themselves, and go out in hopes that they may offer something to those less fortunate, those who perhaps have less to be thankful for.

I am thankful for you. That you read my ramblings, sometimes comment, and that you are a part of my life. You are good people. Happy Thanksgiving.

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November 22, 2006

...another one bites the dust...

As G is driving me to work this morning, he mentions to me he made the last payment on one of our bills. Hurray! One down. I won't say how many more to go, but one is down. That has to count for something!

Today was sort of a weird day for me, emotion wise...it was like I was super emotional. Not sad, per se, just every emotion I felt today seemed very deep. It was slow at work, and I was reading a magazine (fortunately both mags I subscribe to came yesterday, in time for said slow day). Everything I read hit me really hard. I started to tear up at the woman describing how her babysitter videotaped her son every day so she had all the moments she missed while at work. Seriously. That is not the type of thing I normally find tear jerking. When a nice customer came in, I couldn't help but get a super-cheesy grin on my face and wish them the best holiday ever. It was just weird. Maybe it's my meds...maybe it's the weather...maybe it's the sleep deprivation. I don't know.

A while back our coffee distributor had a contest. They were looking for submissions for holiday flavored coffees. The winner would get some amount of credit for their store to get free coffee. When we got the newsletter with our last order, I noticed the winner was not one that I came up with, and didn't pay much attention to anything else. Well, the other flavors for this year were the runner up submissions, and one of them, I came up with! Ironically, of the ones I thought of, it was the one I would be least likely to drink, but I thought it would be something our customers would be all over. So, if your place of business/local coffee shop gets coffee from the same vendor (I know some of yours do) and you see your flavor of the day is "Old Fashioned Christmas," I came up with it. If you like it, cool. If not, that's okay too...like I said, it's not my thing. Then again, I like my coffee like I like my men.

Ground up and in the freezer.

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November 21, 2006

i need ooh la la la la

First off, thanks Benq. I was stranded, and Benq saved the day. I will bring you extra wine, or something for your efforts. There is plenty of good karma headed your way, my friend.

Okay, back to the trip. We could not have gotten better weather. It was gorgeous. During the day we were good in our t-shirts, at night our lightweight jackets were plenty. Sunday, I woke up in the morning. Apparently the french cold drugs were safe after all. G picked us up a couple of croissants (which, in their native land, have none of the fat or calories that American ones do. For reals.) We got ready and decide to head for our favorite attraction in any city...
...the cemetary. In this case, not just any cemetary, but the cemetary. Pere laChaise. We'd been before, but this thing is yuge. Charles de Galle yuge. Last time, we didn't have a map, and by pure dumb luck, stumbled upon all the cool graves. This time, we entered the same way (it's the entrance by the metro stop), saw the graves we started with before, and decided to head in a different direction, map in hand. We did most of the outer loop, including a peek in the crematorium. Also yuge. The place was as breathtaking as we'd remembered. Some of the graves are just amazing. I kept giving G insttructions for what kind of marker I wanted. I want one of the little house/chapel-y things. With a stained glass window. And a bust of me. With two cat sculptures guarding the door. And a surrogate mourner looking over the whole thing.
You know, something tasteful. Like me.

We spent a couple of hours there, managing to head for our entrance before closing. The last time we were there, we were totally lost, and it was getting dark, and we started to worry we would be locked there overnight. We ran into someone who started to ask us something in French, and we told him we didn't speak much French. He then was very relieved that we spoke English, and the three of us finally found an exit, manned by police about to close the gate. We missed Oscar Wilde, but that just means we have to go back, right?

That night found us on our ritualistic trip to the Hard Rock Cafe. We are fully aware that it is Cheesy. Fully. But it's fun. Also, we like the organic beginnings of it. (hey, I'm a regular, hang my guitar on the wall. Okay. Hey, what about mine...and mine...and there you go). We ate some nummy food, listened to the variety of dialects going on, took some pictures, and checked out the souveniers. There was an adorable HRC teddy bear in a stripey shirt and beret. I was totally set to get it pour ma mere, until I saw the price. Twenty five Euros. That's over $35. I love my mother, but it seemed ridiculous to spend that much on an 8" bear. Instead we got our glass for our collection, and a guitar pin for our other collection. Then we were off to le Champs d'Elysee. On the way, we happened upon the opera house. Now, you can click the link and look at the pictures, but they just cannot do it justice. The thing is amazing. It is so incredibly opulent. You can hear the silk taffeta rustling to an opera, as the horses clip-clop along the cobblestones. It literally sparkles in the night. Buildings like this fascinate me. There is just nothing built like this anymore. This is fine, however, it is fascinating to ponder the mindset of the architects and builders of this type of place. Mind boggling. We continued on our way. I stopped roughly every thirty seconds to drool over some couture creation peering out from a window. It is only appropriate to do so in the home of haute couture (rant for another day: my disdain for any company that randomly attaches "couture" to their name as though that makes it true. Tomoorow I shall add "queen" to my name, and see if any Brits bow to me. I think not). What I love about Europe: they put the prices right there in the window. You look at the ensemble, and there in the window is a neatly written or typed listing of each thing and how much it will set you back. Now, I already know damn well when I look in the window at Dior, that there is no way that anything can come home with me. I am not deluded. However, it is nice to know by how much I can't afford it. It is also amazing to stand in the presence of such underrated works of art. I mean the skill and craftsmanship that goes into some of these pieces is amazing. The fabrics, the draping, the way the texture or pattern is used as an organic part of the design rather than a coincidence. It makes me wish I had the time to perfect my skills and be able to create, from start to finish, something on that level.

With Geoff periodically prodding me along, oh, did I meantion there were sparkles, too? Some of the most incredible jewelry I've ever seen in my life! It wasn't just the materials, but the way they were put together. Such creative and innovative pieces. Oh yeah, prodding. We made it to the famed Parisian street. We took in the le tour d'Eiffel from the street. They've added some crazy lighting since we were last in town. G used the video feature on our camera to capture it, as stills don't do much for crazy twinkling lights. We continued down the street. Oh, how I wish we had something like it here. We peered in the shops, and took in all the bustling people. We gawked, not just at the incredible architecture, but the use of light, and the placement of buildings and objects. There was innovation and inundation. It was grand. We made our way down to the end. I mean the end. L'arc de Triomphe. For those of you who aren't in the know, we were engaged there. Right on top, almost exactly seven years ago to the day (today, I mean...not that day, I should do an anniversary telling of the event...it's pretty fecking cool). We didn't think it was open, so we settled for looking at it, and at each other, and taking lots of pictures. It was at that point that we decided perhaps to head back to the hotel. We snuggled in, read a bit to unwind, and let the sounds of the city through our open window lull us off to sleep....

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November 20, 2006

odd

So, I just received what is easily one of the strangest MySpace messages I've ever received.

"Hi, Raven! My name is Ronchan from Japan. I lve your pictures so much! You looks best with latex outfit!! I love it:) I just wanna be your friend..... Love, Ronchan xoxoxo"

Maybe I will splurge on an "I'm huge in Japan" T-shirt after all.

Edited to add:I looked at his page. Some chick who recently added him noted he was frm, "that very cool city, Japan." I didn't know that japan was a city. Damn that college education.

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November 19, 2006

how much does a polar bear weigh?

Enough to break the ice.

Some guy said that to me tonight, attemtping to pick me up. Seriously. He then told me I sure knew how to "cut a rug." I didn't know that's what the kids were saying these days.

I liked the guy who bought me a drink better. He didn't say anything cheesy and pretty much left me alone when he saw I had friends. And my poor ass got a free drink.

Finally, what is up with the guys who "casually" try to dance with me (or anyone)? They have that "oh, hey, look at that, we're dancing together, how'd that happen" look on their faces as they try whatever meat market moves they know. Hey guess what? You're not dancing with me. I don't dance with other people, unless that other person is my husband and I am so floored by the miracle of him being on the dance floor, I take full advantage. Otherwise, I just like to do my thing. I'm not out to pick anyone up or hook up. I really try not to project a skank vibe. I'm not trying to be a bitch, I'm just trying to make it clear that I'm not looking for any action.

To make things clear, I do not mind polite conversation, or a sincere compliment where nothing is expected in return.

Also, to be clear, I had a really great time, despite being out alone. I got a lot of good dancing in...I may even be a little sore in the morning. The club was more crowded with tourists than usual, but I can deal. Now, I just have to wind down so that I can maybe get some sleep and maybe get up in time to accomplish something before I go to work.

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November 18, 2006

augh!

So, I was all set to post more travel-y goodness, but the gods have conspired against me. I have (just under) thirteen minutes to post, and really, that's not enough to write about any of our super fantastic travel adventures.

So, it will wait for another day...or two, because I am going out on a limb and guessing that I will not get up early enough to do any real blogging tomorrow, so Monday will have to suffice.

In the meantime, I just have to say that people suck. These two ladies wrote a two page complaint letter about me and sent it to the store manager. The said that I refused to help them (which is not true). They wanted some plants down from a shelf, and I told them we had the same varieties down on a lower shelf (most people don't bother to check first, so I wanted to make sure they didn't see what they wanted there). They started telling me about how plants are like people, blah, blah, blah. And they were sure they saw this variety that they were looking for up on the shelf. Fine. It sounded like they were looking at specific plants. So, I told them if they could just tell me which ones they wanted, I would be happy to grab the ladder and get them down. So, the one lady starts to tell me which ones. The other one grabs her and says, "Never mind, she obviously does not want to help us. We'll go somewhere else." The friends voice trails off confusedly, as she is being grabbed and dragged out of the deparment. I continue to work on hauling rugs, as I had been doing. They come back with a coworker of mine, who is a good six or eight inches taller than me, and can reach the top shelf without a ladder. He pulls down every single plant for them, which is apparently what they were after. Then, yesterday, my manager pulls me aside to show me the two page letter, in which they say i tried to dissuade them from wanting help, and refused to help them when they persisted. I told the manager my side of it, and she said that she would pass that along to the manager. She said that sometimes people are just assholes, which if you've ever worked customer service you already know. So, we will see what happens there. My manager also asked what the ladies were like, since they mentioned my hair color and said that I looked ill, and maybe that was the problem. Perhaps they had a problem with me, or rather the one had a problem with me.

Well, there's my vent. Now, I get to go, and do it all again!!! Yay! Here's hoping that people are in warm, fuzzy moods today.

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November 17, 2006

a day late

So, the Gilmore Girls episode this week found Chris and Lorelai in Paris. Outside of their annoying habit of not speaking French, and complaining about how rude French people are (general aside...when in a foreign land, if you make no attempt to learn the language, you absolutely deserve any rudeness you get), it made me long for Europe. The crazy lights on Tour Eiffel, L'arc de triomphe, the ready availability of bread and wine...*le sigh*

Our first day in Paris was a bust, as I so very briefly mentioned earlier. First of all, Charles de Galles is HUGE. So very, very HUGE. Pack some snacks for the trek it takes to get to your luggage. Pack additional snacks to get out of the airport. It felt like we were walking for at least a decade before we got to the RER. It may have been longer, I lost track with the sherpas and all. We made it to the RER, got our tickets, and plopped down on a train. There was a group of mildly amusing teens at one end of our car. The obligatory deaf man with trinkets made his way through. (If you make it through a trip to Paris, using the metro/RER system, without encountering one of these it is not a real trip to Paris.) We wound our way to transfer to the Metro. We found ourselves in what appeared to be an underground mega-mall. We needed tickets, and silly us thought this would be an easy affair. As if. Dragging our heavier-by-the-minute luggage, we eventually found the entrance to the metro itself. Just inside were ticket machines--hurrah! Except that it appeared only one of them worked and had a line. Bleck. So I sat with the luggage while G attempted to find a counter staffed by a human. i sat long enough for everything I'd packed to go out of style, come back in style, and then go out again. Just as I wondered if I needed to send a Saint Bernard out for him, he returned. Sans tickets. Apparently after finding the counter, there was a five year wait to get to the window, so he decided to try his luck with the machine. He waited. He arrived in front of the machine. He inserted a credit card. The machine wouldn't recognize it. The machine didn't take cash. It was back to the five-year-line. I decided to go along htis time, as I didn't want to grow old without my sweetie. G leading the way, we headed to the world's tiniest elevator. We managed to cram in with our luggage and got to the right floor. We got in line. We were two people behind a woman who I am hoping, for the sake of the Franch people, was not French. She was obliviously gnawing on what appeared to be Maize on a stick. (Wonder if that will be at the MN state fair next year?) Chewing with her mouth open, and making a godawful smacking noise as she went. My sking is crawling just thinking about it. We inch forward. We get to the window and procure metro passes. Hurrah! Woever, we still need to get to the train itself. We drag our luggage back to the miniscule elevator, a few more miles and we are finally on a train to our hotel. A very crowded train. We make it to our stop, ease our way off, up too many stairs and eventually encounter daylight. According to our map, we aren't far from our hotel. So, we begin walking. And walking. We get stuck when a mass of people are blocking the road. We aren't sure what is going on. There is food, music, and people in what appear to be large vats of grapes, stomping away. We consider our options.
a) Push through the dense crowd of people, towing cinder block-laden luggage behind, keeping our eyes on the hotel looming on the other side.
b) Follow the alley to the left, dodging puddles and a small white dog, all the while hoping that subsequent streets will take us to the hotel.
c) follow the street to our right, dodging cars and scooters, all the while hoping the subsequent streets lead us to our hotel.

We chose option A, flipped to page 54, and mentally crossed our fingers. We made it to our hotel. After turning down the 10 Euros/person charge for breakfast, I crammed into the world's smalles elevator (for real this time) with my suitcase. The elevator claimed a 4 person capacity, but I couldn't figure out how that was possible. I got off into the world's narrowest hallway (single file only) and wedged myself near the door to awai G and the room key.

Success! We were in our room! We still had our luggage and carried only the slightest odor of locker room. My head was killing me, and I was all congested. I needed to lie down. The rest was a blur, but G managed to get me some French cold medicine and cough syrup, which I took despite not being to figure out what was in it. The next thing I knew it was the middle of the night. The streets were mostly quiet. We didn't get to go clubbing. We didn't do any exploring. We just slept. We figured this would mean we would be totally refreshed on Sunday for lots of fun Paris action.

I promise to write more soon. I just dropped G off at the airport for a short trip to Florida, and I am a free woman this weekend...so, in between learning lines, I shall get to more details of the trip, all of which promise to be far more interesting than our first day!

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November 16, 2006

i suck

So, I actually wrote a post yesterday at work. I handwrote it, and figured I would type it when I got home. Instead, I took an unintentional nap, and barely woke up in time to go to rehearsal. Boo. Then, I started thinking about it today, and realized I may have already posted about what I wrote, so I shall do some investigation and go from there.

I can't believe next week is already Thanksgiving! Fortunately, we have some really great plans. We are spending the day with good friends. I get to make my famous cranberry sauce, and I will make my vanilla and maple sweet potatoes. The last time I made them, I wound up eating most of them, because there weren't many sweet potato fans in attendance. However, at least one other person seems excited about them this year...so at worst, we shall split them. I am going to have to make my shopping list, and get the oven and stove in order so I can do all the advance work here, and just will have to bake the sweet potatoes there.

With next week being Thanksgiving, it also means I should have my lines down by Monday. It's been harder to learn them, since my sweetie's schedule means no running lines with him before bed. Bah. I will just have to study them on my own. We had pictures tonight. No one knew until we got there. At least I thought to put a couple of barettes in my hair, even if I didn't have any make-up, and my eyes were all puffy. Not crazy about the pictures...but there isn't much to be done about that.

So, I shall look at my previous posts, and either post what I wrote yesterday tomorrow, or I will start from scratch.

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November 14, 2006

mergh

I thought about posting this


You Are Edward From "Edward Scissorhands."

You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you.

Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!

and leaving it at that...but that would be lazy.

So, sleepy. I would just crawl into bed right now, but I am waiting for a call from my mom. I talked to my dad earlier for a bit, since it sounded important, and it is...but he wanted me to talk to mom to, which I understand, and I do want to chat with her...I'm just sleepy...and my eyes and head have been grouchy today. I think it has something to do with the amount of time I spent working around scented candles and potpourri today. Some scents I'm fine with, but most just don't get along with me. I guess I should be thankful I didn't spend long enough in that section to get a migraine. Small favors and all.

Rehearsal was okay. A little chaotic with all the kids, but fine. I keep trying to remind myself this is just a show I'm doing for fun. It's a kids show. It's not gonna be award-winning, thought-provoking theatre. I am really trying to be okay with that. I think I really need to do something that is really a challenge. I keep winding up in shows where I'm the experienced one. I'm the one mentioned as an example. I'm teaching those who haven't done a show before, or haven't done many. I'm fine with that, but I really want to be challenged. I want to be the student. I want to feel like I'm in over my head, and to work my ass off. There's sort of an opportunity right now (the odds are slim, really). However, I put off looking at the ads for a day, and when I did, I failed to realize that we are halfway through November, and the dates are/were today and tomorrow. It's Shakespeare, and a director I really respect, and would like to work with. However, I feel like I would be scrambling to get an audition. I also am concerned that it may be a bad time to commit myself to something so daunting, should I be asked. Either way, I need to get involved with some scarier projects. On the bright side...I get to wear my eight-inch platform boots, and am having a costume built just for me. A costume which includes a corset. And, I get to get my hair bleached out mroe, and have blue streaks added. So, that's all good. What I really need to do is sit down and think a bit about what I want from the next six months to a year in terms of my career. Where I want to be in terms of Minnesota theater and film, and where I want to be before I leave for LaLa land. The theater is one of the places I enjoy research and studying and working ridiculously hard...I just need to seek out the opportunities to do so.

Ugh. this blogging every day thing is harder than I thought it would be. I knew that I would write mostly poorly constructed rants and whinings. I just thought that I would catch up more on stuff that I've been procrastinating posting. Instead, I feel so worn out by lif ein general, that instead I find new things to whine about. Maybe in my down time at work tomorrow, I will work on some of what I've been putting off. And lines. I have some lines I should learn...since the children are showing me up a bit in that arena.

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November 13, 2006

for lack of a better post...

Ugh, so very tired. It's 9:30, and I'm thinking I should go to bed. When did I get so old?

G and I were on our way home from rehearsal, and we were stopped at the light in front of Sears by our house. He says to me, "Since Sears and K-Mart are the same company now, they should just combine, and call all their stores S-Mart."
"Shop smart, shop S-Mart, " I reply.
"I wonder why it's called K-Mart."
Without really even thinking, I start talking about how it was Kresge Company, and they changed their name. Though it was unecessary, really, I continued with a bit about how Kresge's used to be like a dime store, and so on. (Yes, I know I am a huge nerd!) I then ask, "bet you didn't think I knew that."
"I didn't know," he replies.
"Right, but I bet you thought I didn't know either."
"You know lots of strange and useless facts."
I then pressed him to cite examples, but all he had was my knowledge of obscure Pulp Fiction trivia, I told him that doesn't count, because there are lots of people with knowledge of obscure Pulp Fiction trivia.

At least there have to be.

Right?

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November 12, 2006

Secret Squirrel

no time... must post picture....

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November 11, 2006

Who pulled the plug?

So, I was going to be all badass today, and (finally) get started on the trip recap. However, something was going on with our pages, and that sort of screwed me up. I even had a title and everything. Bah. Now it will have to wait until tomorrow…assuming I can get my ass out of bed before noon.

In other news, I feel better. I don’t know what the heck was wrong with me, but I was back to my (below) normal temperature. I had forgotten my usual temp is lower than “normal” so that also means my fever was a little worse than I thought. My fever went away yesterday, and while I didn’t ache, I was sore and a little weak. I went into work though, because I didn’t want to have to use sick time if I didn’t have to. I could have gotten a flu shot, but declined. After talking it over with my good friend, LaLa, I decided I shouldn’t tempt fate and get a vaccine, considering my tumultuous history with them.

I even managed to get in some DDR today. It’s pretty sad that that is the first “workout” I’ve gotten in since we’ve come back from Europe *cough*six*cough* weeks ago. And I wonder why I have such a fat ass. I was looking at an agency page the other day. At first I was happy because the women listed in my age range look older than I. I never would have pegged them in my age range (or playable age range). However, when I looked at their info, they were definitely in far better shape. If I really want to have a go at this LA thing, I really need to get serious. I’m thinking of looking into a temporary gym membership. Right now, with our house torn apart for the kitchen project, I don’t have room to do a lot of the workouts I would like to. Once the kitchen is done, I will be fine. However, that’s probably close to a month, maybe two that I won’t be able to do a full workout. I hate to put myself that behind. Especially since the kitchen situation also is affecting my diet, as I am limited by what I can prepare. I would love to arrive in LA in fighting form. Not to mention that I don’t enjoy going out dancing nearly as much when I feel like a fat ass. Also not to mention that the images of thin European women are still burned into my retinas, and while I could start the coffee and cigarette diet, I think I will pass. Wow, how did I get here…roundabout way of saying I feel better. Or do I?

Either way, I am definitely going out tonight. I need some good music and dancing to improve my mood. Maybe a Jameson on the rocks as well. Hopefully I can get my tail out of work early enough to get in for free. That would all definitely boost my mood. Maybe I will see some of you out tonight *cough*Kelli and Joel*cough.*

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November 09, 2006

a little too ironic

So, tomorrow is flu shot day at work. I didn't sign up in time to get one (there were a limited number). I thought perhaps I should get one at my doctor, despite never having had a flu shot before as innoculations and I generally do not get along, because I didn't want to be on my ass with the flu.

I am pretty sure I have the flu. I ache so badly that every dream I have had since I came home early from work and went to bed has been about me in a situation where great pain is caused to me (terrible car accident, getting the crap beat out of me, having some horrible disease that required bandages and braces on my legs, etc.) Plus, I am going from being burning up to freezing, without any comfortable middle ground. Suck.

On a side note, because it is something on my mind (and apart of these f-ed up dreams)...think long and hard about who your in-laws will be. Seriously.

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November 08, 2006

you could say i'm lazy

Since I am cutting and pasting what I just wrote on a message board. I was going to blog about this anyway, and was trying to decide when my blood pressure would be low enough to do so...however after reading once whiney and apathetic statement after another, I think I nearly had an aneurism. So, here is what I said there...my apologies in advance, as it is not as well constructed as I would like, due to the aneurism and all.

"First off...yes I voted.

Second off, I was going to quote some people, but after reading so many of the same apathetic statements, I gave up. Yes, everyone should vote. However, if so many of you actually care about actually changing anything, get off your asses and got to the caucuses. There you can *gasp* [i]actually tell the party what is imprtant to you and get it on the platform[/i]. You can make resolutions. You can vote on what candidate gets the party nomination.
Go to meet and greets with candidates and tell them what direction you would like them to go in, what issues are important.
Write letters to the candiates and those already in office and tell them what you want, as they are respresenting you.
All this bullshit about how the parties "don't represent me" is bullshit! If you look at the fundamentals of the green "party" and the independent "party" alongside those of the DFL...you will find they are pretty much the same. If there are things within the party that you disagree with, then do something about it. Want a lefter leaning candidate? Go and get one the nom at the convention.

In the election of 2004, I went as far as I was able to go in terms of conventions. I did not run to go to the state convention for our subcaucus, as it was already a large pool, and there were many who had been much more involved in our candidate's campaign. My candidate did not get the nom in the end. I expected that, but I supported him as long as he was in the race because he brought valuable insight to the other candidates, challenged them, and made people aware of a lot of things that I feel matter. As much as I would have loved to see him be president, I knew it was more valuable for me to support the better candidate of the two. However, I kept active, and I still make sure that the people that represent me know where I stand. My candidate through the caucus and convention process was so left that he could have easily taken the easy way out to get on the ballot and take his toys to the green party. He did not. He instead chose to make the most difference he could as far as he could into the race and make his voice heard. If Hutchinson or Pentel would have the balls to do that, then maybe they would have my vote. Instead I went with the candidate who was the most qualified of those who went through the more difficult process (not that it matters, but Hatch did have my support from the beginning. He was the most qualified of those who sought the nom, again had either of the other two gone through the process I might speak differently). I hardly call that voting for the "lesser of two evils." I call that getting involved in the whole process, and not bitching because I couldn't be bothered, and saying that none of the candidates were appealing because I couldn't be bothered to tell the party what I wanted. Government is about compromise, and doing the best for the most people.

IRV has the potential to help, as we wouldn't be stuck with someone who the majority didn't vote for.

And this is coming from someone who voted for Perot in '96 (to answer Mr. Grimes question). I was fresh out of high school, where nobody told me you could do anything other than vote for the third party. I don't regret voting for him, because I learned something from it. It made me get more involved, and get the people and the issues that were important to me on the ballot.

In short, elections are few and far between. Yes, voting is important, but nothing will change if that is the only time you expect to change things. Try changing your sheets or your clothes or your oil once every two or four (or eight) years and tell me how that goes for you.

Sorry, but this issue is truly a burr in my saddle."

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November 07, 2006

Don't forget to vote

I'll save my diatribe about how people need to get more involved, and should caucus, and get involved in campaigns and such for another day.

For now, vote. It only takes a few minutes, and every vote counts. We are in a scary place right now, and you have the power to make change.

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November 06, 2006

and i dress this way just to keep them at bay

So, my favoritest month of the year has come and gone. Halloween was a week ago already! I was planning on being all muscley and hot, and having a kick ass costume.

However, the vacation, and the kitchen, and the working all conspired against me. G and I went to plan B and wore our costumes from his Tarantino birthday bash. Considering the pain in the ass it was to find some of the stuff for mine, it wasn't such a bad thing.

Friday prior to Halloween, we found out our friends Click and Poorcat were in town. We did get to see them at a little get together (btw, I don't think I properly thanked you two for the kick ass birthday present...thanks, it so, so rocks...and I will get a proper thank you on its way), which was nice. We were also invited to a little Halloween partay on Saturday. WE fully intended on going. However, two factors I failed to consider were the not getting out of work on time, and the time it would take me to draw on G's massive tat. We were so behind, we had to skip the party...we suck. We headed to Ground Zero for the annual Masquerade Ball. This is typically our favorite night at GZ. Something about Halloween combined with a bunch of Goth kids, and there is just amazing energy all around. Something was missing this year. The costumes were lacking to say the least. Usually there are at least a couple of really amazing costumes. This year there were a lot of bagged costumes, and girls wearing underwear and calling it a costume. Unless your costume is "I forgot my pants" this doesn't work. There was a dancer there in black panties and black pasties. My only guess is that she was dressed as a stripper at the end of her shift. Another was wearing a white thong, white thigh highs, pasites, and a short white veil. Apparently she was a bride. Another variation on the theme was black panties, a black bra, black thigh-highs and a black bowler. So, the hat makes it a costume? I was very confused. There were also a lot of people who just wore the same stuff they do every saturday night. Bah to them. I did get some good dancing in, and got hit on the usual amount, so there's that. We did leave a bit before two, as I was developing a monster headache (bah to me). We hit The uptown for some yummies, then home to bed.

Sunday, I had the day off. I originally planned to have my birthday party...but the venue sucked, and canceled the event we were centering around, so we had the festivities earlier in the week, as mentioned in a previous blog. So, we lazed around, and made tentative plans to do a haunted house with Benq and EverylastingWhy. however, when they arrived to said haunted house, it was discovered that the activity was mainly going on outside. Us girls were not dressed for going outside. As evidenced by the following:
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So, that was ixnayed, and we headed over to Market BBQ for some food, drink and later costumes and karaoke. Normally, Market is not my scene. However, we did have a pretty good time. Of course coming with our good friends who were dressed as the cover of a cheesy romance novel helped. There were some good costumes. A couple was Princess Leia and Han Solo. Frozen in Carbonite. Impressive that. There was Olive Oyl, Popeye and Swee' Pea. Bil and girlfriend were Sonny and Cher (to clarify, he was Cher, she was Sonny). Another good friend was a battered boyfriend. We sang some fun karaoke, there were costume prizes. Fortunately for us, the judges from Ichiban got our costumes, and awarded us 2nd place. That was pretty cool. We of course were beaten out by leia and Han...he was in carbonite for crying out loud!
There was more drinking, and eventually home. And sleep.

Monday was Pirate night at Hard Monday at the Saloon. If I were in charge, it would have been a devil theme. You know, 'cause it's Devil's Night. The night where you put on all black and egg your neighbor's house, or soap his windows, or TP her trees. Or if you are a real badass, you set something on fire. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Seriously, is the night before Halloween called Devil's Night anywhere outside Michigan? It can't be that isolated, can it?
Where was I? Asia? Anyhow, Pirate night. G decide to go for a Dread Pirate Robert thing and wear the basic part of his RenFest gear. I decided to be a bit more wenchy and wear my birthday dress.
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We arrived just in time to catch a little Goldfrapp (Twist, a personal fave). We spotted The Seamster right away in his radioactive gear. Hard to hold a candle to that. Met some people, ran into more friends (always a delight). Danced a nice chunk. Oh, and there were 2-for-1s for a chunk, too, so we were able to drink on the cheap. Yay! We won a goodie bag, complete with eyepatch.
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It was a very enjoyable time. We begged out just a bit before 2, as our asses were kicked, and we both had to work earlie in the morning, and I still had to come up with a work safe costume.
Tuesday, the big day! I wound up wearing my Hogwarts gear. Very few people got it. Most people just thought I was a naughty schoolgirl. Bah. A coworker tried to convince me that I had the energy to go out that night and hit the Zombie dance at GZ. I wanted to. I so, so wanted to. However, I was dead tired. G was also dead tired. We decided to sleep instead. Yeah, we suck. We didn't go out again until concert time on Thursday. Again, where did our youth go?

I guess that's why I had to take my title from a 20+ year-old song.

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November 05, 2006

the chronic--WHAT?--cles of narnia

Yeah. Not so much with the productive today. There was a lot of catching up on TV (with the highlight being a Goldfrapp song featured on ER). A lot of wearing of pajamas. Some napping. More TV, this time with pizza. Finally, we got to the hallway. Yeah. Instead of ripping out baseboards, ceiling and painting, followed by ripping out carpet...it looks like the baseboards will be gone (tthe baseboards which they half glued, half nailed...meaning some were glued and some were nailed). It also looks like I will have to put on a coat of Kilz before I paint, as well. Oh, and replace a chunk of wallboard, and an insane amount of patching the walls. I wonder if the dudes who finished this place ever heard of sanding. There are some mighty weird spots on the walls. Also, I can't figure out if they cut in with something other than what they painted with, or if they skipped the cutting in and just did their half-assed painting. There are some obvious gaps near the ceiling moulding. The crooked ceiling moulding. We decided we may as well rip that shit out and replace it while we're at it. It also looks like the high quality moulding they used on the doors is giving out on at least one door. Does this mean we are going to have to replace all that too??? I am hoping we can just repair the one that's bad, and the rest are okay. If we were staying here long term, we'd just replace all the crappy doors. Since we aren't, that is an expense we don't really need.

i so thought that the hallway would be a quick and satisfying project. Something substantial to show that we have indeed made progress on the kitchen/entry/hall remodel. I should have learned by now that everything is more difficult than it seems with this place. i am hoping at least that when we move and someone else buys the place, that they won't have headaches with the work we've done, or have quite so many "what were they thinking" puzzles.

Maybe if we're lucky, we'll get through the spackling/sanding tomorrow. *crosses fingers*

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November 04, 2006

get off my lawn

It's Saturday night. Normally, I would be all decked out and on the dance floor. Instead, I still haven't changed out of my work clothes, and I am wondering if I can stay awake to watch a tv show on tape.

When did I get old and boring? Seriously. Tomorrow is my day off. What do I have planned? To prep and pain the hallway, rip out the old crappy baseboards and carpet, and rake up the leaves that have accumulated from the tree from hell. I also feel like I should do some laundry. Maybe turn in early as to get up early for work.

To top it all off, I feel fat and slovenly. Bah.

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November 03, 2006

i heard it's cold out

So, last night G and I put on our young and hip costumes and went out to a rock show. Crazy. I know. We sat there trying to think of what the last concert we went to was...we realized that it was probably going to see U2 at Staples Center. A year ago. So very sad. There have been shows in town we wanted to see, however plays and work and The Quest thwarted those attempts.

Anyhow. Placebo and She Wants Revenge at the Fine Line. FIrst time to the Fine Line. It got a thumbs up. Nice size, good atmosphere, competent staff, nice acoustics...good stuff. We arrived later than planned, due to me being lame. I needed a cat nap, as I thought I might pass out on my way home from work. Of course being in a nice warm bed on a (practically) winter's day was not condusive to my getting up and getting dressed and leaving the nice warm house. But I did. I put on my baggy black and red Tripp pants, borrowed G's red fishnet ringer tee, and wore my 8" platform boots. They look the best with the pants. I felt very tall and sort of androgynous. A good feeling, because part of me has longed to be one of those skinny androngynous goth kids, and the rest of me knows that my curviness prevents said skinniness and androgyny.

We arrived, got in, and checked out the souvenier table. Lots of cute girly tees (way more expensive than when I started going to the rock shows)...I had to think before purchasing one with my birthday money. We checked our coats ($2, very reasonable considering it was a concert, and I think the last time we were at the Quest it was five or six). Wait, I checked my coat. G left his on. I had on my motorcycle jacket. No way would I survive the night in that. He had on a track jacket, so he could easily take it off and tie it around his waist circa 1992 grunge style if the need arose. Drinks (reasonably priced, again!) and we were ready to wait for SWR to take the stage. They did, and I realized that the super tall shoes were a wise choice. Me being 6'1" in them made for ideal concert viewing height!! I felt so wise! SWR was good. Very dancey and fun, and full of the retroey-goodness that has made me come to adore them. That and I find the lead singer's voice oddly sexy. However, I was reminded that I hate people. On our left were three guys who apparently didn't care that a concert was going on, or that no one paid $25 (plus exorbitant service fees) to hear them go on about their slippers and bathrobes, and oh wait, I think I heard this song on the radio once. Then they kept trying to expand their conference circle, which I put an end to very quickly. Seriously, could you not do that in the back where no one is actually watching/listening to the show??? It's not like they were up front or anything. I had to count to ten several times to prevent one of my platforms from connecting to one of their crotches. Anyhow the saet was good, I had lots of fun dancing and rocking out, and lipsyncing some of my favorite lyrics to G. (seriously, "these things" makes me smile all over)

Once they left the stage, the crowd started its reconfiguration, and we trotted forward. I decided which shirt I wanted, and G went and purchased it for me (black girly tee, with a Placebo logo on the front, and their tour dates on teh back...I'm a sucker for tour date shirts). I admired it for a bit, then put it in my cargo pocket (didn't wanna be that guy). Placebo took the stage, starting with "infrared." Why are English people so hot? Seriously. Meow. And again, the lead singer's voice, with the sexy. There was more rocking out. More annoying people, including a Haylie Duff lookalike Polly Princess wannabe, who looked mortally offended anytime anyone had the audacity to move anywhere in her vicinity, and a girl who was recording the whole damn thing. Do you need to have your camera up straight in front of me with it's freaking red light on...very distracting. Anyhow, they rocked the house.

Then bam, it was all over. We chilled for a bit, figuring there was no sense in hurrying to go get in a monster line for my coat. We chatted. G wondered why people wear dresses over jeans. I told him it was trendy. He replied that it was stupid. Reason # 567 why I love him. I remembered when we were at the NIN show last year, and these girls started pushing their way up within seconds of NIN starting. Their excuse? The one girl was blind. She had a white cane and everything. It's one of those things that you don't think clearly about at the time because it's annoying. In retrospect, I realized, if she's blind what does it matter where she stands??? She can't see the freaking band anyway!!! G remarked that 18 looks a lot younger than it used to. I replied taht 21 looks a lot younger than it used to. I kept seeing kids with wristbands, and wanted to see their ids personally. Where have our young and hip days gone??

We eventually wandered over to the coat check, and it was decided to get some food. We had thought about some post concert clubbing, but decided our old bones were not up for that. We went to the Uptown Diner, where I consumed some mighty tasty grilled cheese. So very yummy. Then, it was home, where we stumbled into bed and right to sleep.

Fun, but ass kicking.

Posted by raven at 12:26 PM | Comments (0)

but i just got used to october!

I was at work on Wednesday, and somewhere between trying not to fall asleep and trying not to let my out-loud voice talk to every customer, I thought about NaNoWriMo. Though I would crank out a pretty crappy novel, I thought it would be good to get myself writing again. Then I realized, why don't I just do a personal commitment to writing in my blog every day? I could do that.

Well, upon discovering this, I feel a lot less original. Boo.

Well, the fact that it is indeed November only just caught up with me today, so I consider this the first day. Maybe I will actually finish posting aobut my vacation. Write the diatribes about people and animals and stupidity that have been boiling beneath the surface. Talk about the excitement of home improvement. Oh, the list is endless!!!

Feel free to kick me in the ass if need be. You can be all, "but you said you would post. You said!!!!" I make no guarantees about the quality, but then, I never do.

Posted by raven at 12:13 PM | Comments (0)