Thursday, July 9, 2009
Dirty Laundry
Until about a year ago, I never had to do coin laundry. Ever. I have decided that when I move from my current existence, I never want to do it again. Ever. There's just something about the stress of taking all your dirty clothes - your unmentionables, your pajamas, and your business clothes - and trundling them all down the stairs in baskets, putting them in washers in questionable sanitary states, and then putting money in and leaving them. Someone who you don't even know put his clothes in the washer, and then the dryer, and the result is that you have to empty the lint trap of his lint. !!! Laundry really is personal. Clothes say who you are...they're the outward expression of the inward person. So to put your dirty clothes out there, carrying them around for all to see...just makes me think that the phrase 'dirty laundry' when referring to skeletons of your past in the closet really does have some meaning. So much meaning that it creeps me out. It creeps me out enough that I never want to do coin laundry again. Ever.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
"Living in Reseda, there's a freeway running through the yard..."
Gosh, one would think I'm a Tom Petty fan, what with all the references. But the point is that we (le hermano) and I went to the zoo, which is in the Valley, but we went the wrong way for part of it, and ended up go
ing through Reseda.
That being said, our favorite part was the giraffes and the okapi. Okapi, as the naturalist would tell you, are forest giraffes. They're like donkey-zebra-giraffes. Only that would be donzeffes, and they call them Okapi instead. What pretty stripes. How easily startled. How far a walk! Seriously, we walked like a mile to see it. But it was worth it in the end. I won't make you walk a mile - all you'll have to do is scroll.....
And now for my other favorite part. Look at these wee giraffes! See how their legs wobble ever so cutely. They remind me of my niece. In the best possible sense. Graceful and serene at heart. Though her tongue isn't two feet long and blue for half, nor does she have a weird tail with super long black hairs on it...Don't make the mistake of thinking there are only two giraffes in this photo. I assure you, the
re are three. And that only makes it so much cuter. Have you ever SEEN such a wee giraffe?
On this day we also went to the Getty and saw the cool maze and these extremely awesome illuminations. Seeing Bibles from the 13-1400's in all their gilt-leaf glory and all their Latin coolness was really something else. Also, we saw some very cool paintings which I cannot remember write now. Le hermano, please comment to remind me what they were again, as my brain apparently has holes the size of swiss cheeselets in it. So much for all the stickynotes to help remind me of stuff...
ing through Reseda.That being said, our favorite part was the giraffes and the okapi. Okapi, as the naturalist would tell you, are forest giraffes. They're like donkey-zebra-giraffes. Only that would be donzeffes, and they call them Okapi instead. What pretty stripes. How easily startled. How far a walk! Seriously, we walked like a mile to see it. But it was worth it in the end. I won't make you walk a mile - all you'll have to do is scroll.....
And now for my other favorite part. Look at these wee giraffes! See how their legs wobble ever so cutely. They remind me of my niece. In the best possible sense. Graceful and serene at heart. Though her tongue isn't two feet long and blue for half, nor does she have a weird tail with super long black hairs on it...Don't make the mistake of thinking there are only two giraffes in this photo. I assure you, the
re are three. And that only makes it so much cuter. Have you ever SEEN such a wee giraffe?On this day we also went to the Getty and saw the cool maze and these extremely awesome illuminations. Seeing Bibles from the 13-1400's in all their gilt-leaf glory and all their Latin coolness was really something else. Also, we saw some very cool paintings which I cannot remember write now. Le hermano, please comment to remind me what they were again, as my brain apparently has holes the size of swiss cheeselets in it. So much for all the stickynotes to help remind me of stuff...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Show Me What I'm Looking For
In the last month or so, I've heard this song on the radio a lot. It's got some really interesting contradictions in it, which makes me like it more. I like the sentiment of it - I can do better, I've been wrong, help me get out of this, show me where to go so I can move on, getting closer to perfection.
But it also has some things that go a little against the grain: "I'll pay any cost to keep me from being confused." In a sense, because Christ died, He already paid the cost, or the price, to keep every person on earth from being confused. But at the same time, we, as mere mortals, have to be willing to give up our sins to know Him better, to become more like Him. We have to want to know what we're looking for before we will find it, and we have to be willing to follow the path once we're shown the way.
But the song does have a point - that we are saved only in Christ, but that He can help us change, to become more than what we are, until we are beautiful lilies in the field, sunlight on the water, angels on earth. We just have to be willing to let Him help us...to look to Him to 'show us what we're looking for.'
But it also has some things that go a little against the grain: "I'll pay any cost to keep me from being confused." In a sense, because Christ died, He already paid the cost, or the price, to keep every person on earth from being confused. But at the same time, we, as mere mortals, have to be willing to give up our sins to know Him better, to become more like Him. We have to want to know what we're looking for before we will find it, and we have to be willing to follow the path once we're shown the way.
But the song does have a point - that we are saved only in Christ, but that He can help us change, to become more than what we are, until we are beautiful lilies in the field, sunlight on the water, angels on earth. We just have to be willing to let Him help us...to look to Him to 'show us what we're looking for.'
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thing I and Thing II
If you missed the Seuss reference, shame on you!
More things about me, that you may never have learnt:
1. I don't own hairspray
2. I like to paint even though I'm not good at it.
3. I adore growing melons. A few years back, I had this awesome internship, and I got to live at home and grow melons in my spare time. The first thing I did when I got home from work every day was to put my bag down, toss my shoes in the closet, shuffle into my gardening sandals, and run outside to see what new little leaf, curling tendril, or blossom flowerlet had emerged. You'd think that not much could change in a day, right? WRONG. One day I went out there, and everything was fine. I was growing these wee cucumber plants that were ever so cute. Anyway, one day I went out there to check on two little cucumber plants that were about 3" high and seemed to be doing well. They were fine. The next day, I went out, and lo and behold, one of the plants was GONE. Disappeared. Poof! I didn't pick it, the dog didn't eat it, and the other plant was just fine. Did ants eat it? Did some obnoxious quail take it as nesting material? Whatever the reason, I was nearly distraught and had to be comforted by my mom. I care a lot about my wee plantlets. Don't MESS with them! Or you'll...you'll....I'll...put a cage on your head so you can't eat them anymore. I'll make it a lead cage, too, just in case you're Superman.
More things about me, that you may never have learnt:
1. I don't own hairspray
2. I like to paint even though I'm not good at it.
3. I adore growing melons. A few years back, I had this awesome internship, and I got to live at home and grow melons in my spare time. The first thing I did when I got home from work every day was to put my bag down, toss my shoes in the closet, shuffle into my gardening sandals, and run outside to see what new little leaf, curling tendril, or blossom flowerlet had emerged. You'd think that not much could change in a day, right? WRONG. One day I went out there, and everything was fine. I was growing these wee cucumber plants that were ever so cute. Anyway, one day I went out there to check on two little cucumber plants that were about 3" high and seemed to be doing well. They were fine. The next day, I went out, and lo and behold, one of the plants was GONE. Disappeared. Poof! I didn't pick it, the dog didn't eat it, and the other plant was just fine. Did ants eat it? Did some obnoxious quail take it as nesting material? Whatever the reason, I was nearly distraught and had to be comforted by my mom. I care a lot about my wee plantlets. Don't MESS with them! Or you'll...you'll....I'll...put a cage on your head so you can't eat them anymore. I'll make it a lead cage, too, just in case you're Superman.
Things about Me
For those of you who missed my facebook note:
1. I used to be hot pink personified. Now I'm more an earthy brown.
2. I secretly would like to write songs for a living. Or books. Or blogs. Or anything...as long as it involves writing.
3. I have a hug timer. When I need a hug, I say, "ding!" and expect the nearest loved one to hug me. My fuel is hugs.
4. My boss is my favorite thing about my current job.
5. I never thought I would end up living in LA. Ever. But I live here now. Have for awhile...not sure when I'll be leaving, either.
6. Samwise Gamgee is my literary hero. Because he took the ring at the end and gave it back. Because he stayed behind to deal with the pain, when Frodo went into the West. Because he loved Rosie enough to want to stay with her. Because he was the truest friend that one could ever ask for. I aspire to be like him.
7. I will do all the dishes you want, but please do not ask me to take out the trash.
8. I love each member of my family. All ten of them. Plus the dog. :) I spent all my vacation days visiting them last year. That's true love. A lot of it... 25 days.
9. I tried to make an alphabet with names of medical conditions I've been diagnosed with. I was four letters short of making a book, but I had several duplicates.
10. I learned the guitar as an excuse to sing.
11. I didn't eat salad dressing until I was 21. I still only rarely eat it.
12. I only drink fresh-squeezed orange juice. We're talking, I had to see you squeeze it or squeeze it myself in order for it to count. That's fresh.
13. I am good in a kitchen but I can't cook.
14. I have a $300 pair of designer prescription sunglasses.
15. When I was a kid I hated nothing worse than washing celery, wearing sunscreen, and wearing hats. Now I voluntarily do the latter two. But I still hate washing celery.
16. My dowry is not cows, or $, but a 150+ collection of hardback children's books. So I can read to my kids someday. If I'm lucky enough to have any, that is.
17. I do not like to move. I stayed in the same apartment for two years as an undergrad, and another apartment for both years I was in graduate school. I crave stability, something which LA and being single do not offer.
18. I'm double-jointed. That means I can bend my fingers more than halfway back, loop my thumb under the knuckle of my index finger, and touch my elbows behind my back. It also means I'm in a lot of pain due to several neck injuries.
19. I love to go to the zoo. And museums. I'm one of those people who says, "Did you know..." and rattles off more facts about giraffes, snakes, and frogs than you would ever possibly want to know.
20. I have more art than will fit on my walls.
21. I wish I knew how to do back hand springs. Really. A lot. It's one of the things that I will always regret not learning how to do.
22. When I was a kid, I wanted them to remake Anne of Green Gables and cast me as Anne. I still do wish that, sometimes....
23. My favorite food is hamburgers. With pickles. Cannot forget the pickles! NO sweet pickle relish though. Or sweet pickles at all. Sicky!
24. I have made a concerted effort to become a more tolerant person.
25. There are angels in Los Angeles. I know. I haven't seen any, but because of my experiences with losing and finding guitars, people picking up my phone, and my perfect near-brush of death due to a garbage truck that they are real, and that they watch over me.
1. I used to be hot pink personified. Now I'm more an earthy brown.
2. I secretly would like to write songs for a living. Or books. Or blogs. Or anything...as long as it involves writing.
3. I have a hug timer. When I need a hug, I say, "ding!" and expect the nearest loved one to hug me. My fuel is hugs.
4. My boss is my favorite thing about my current job.
5. I never thought I would end up living in LA. Ever. But I live here now. Have for awhile...not sure when I'll be leaving, either.
6. Samwise Gamgee is my literary hero. Because he took the ring at the end and gave it back. Because he stayed behind to deal with the pain, when Frodo went into the West. Because he loved Rosie enough to want to stay with her. Because he was the truest friend that one could ever ask for. I aspire to be like him.
7. I will do all the dishes you want, but please do not ask me to take out the trash.
8. I love each member of my family. All ten of them. Plus the dog. :) I spent all my vacation days visiting them last year. That's true love. A lot of it... 25 days.
9. I tried to make an alphabet with names of medical conditions I've been diagnosed with. I was four letters short of making a book, but I had several duplicates.
10. I learned the guitar as an excuse to sing.
11. I didn't eat salad dressing until I was 21. I still only rarely eat it.
12. I only drink fresh-squeezed orange juice. We're talking, I had to see you squeeze it or squeeze it myself in order for it to count. That's fresh.
13. I am good in a kitchen but I can't cook.
14. I have a $300 pair of designer prescription sunglasses.
15. When I was a kid I hated nothing worse than washing celery, wearing sunscreen, and wearing hats. Now I voluntarily do the latter two. But I still hate washing celery.
16. My dowry is not cows, or $, but a 150+ collection of hardback children's books. So I can read to my kids someday. If I'm lucky enough to have any, that is.
17. I do not like to move. I stayed in the same apartment for two years as an undergrad, and another apartment for both years I was in graduate school. I crave stability, something which LA and being single do not offer.
18. I'm double-jointed. That means I can bend my fingers more than halfway back, loop my thumb under the knuckle of my index finger, and touch my elbows behind my back. It also means I'm in a lot of pain due to several neck injuries.
19. I love to go to the zoo. And museums. I'm one of those people who says, "Did you know..." and rattles off more facts about giraffes, snakes, and frogs than you would ever possibly want to know.
20. I have more art than will fit on my walls.
21. I wish I knew how to do back hand springs. Really. A lot. It's one of the things that I will always regret not learning how to do.
22. When I was a kid, I wanted them to remake Anne of Green Gables and cast me as Anne. I still do wish that, sometimes....
23. My favorite food is hamburgers. With pickles. Cannot forget the pickles! NO sweet pickle relish though. Or sweet pickles at all. Sicky!
24. I have made a concerted effort to become a more tolerant person.
25. There are angels in Los Angeles. I know. I haven't seen any, but because of my experiences with losing and finding guitars, people picking up my phone, and my perfect near-brush of death due to a garbage truck that they are real, and that they watch over me.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
A Photo's Worth a Thousand Words:
Or several thousand dollars.
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To get this beauty of a car, I went through a rather traumatic process, which included traffic on the 5, dealings with the Russian Mafia of car salesmen, and several hours of rather grueling research.
Now all I have to do is get my rotten-in-the-state-of-Denmark insurance agent to call me back to make sure this baby blue is covered to the maxx!
I woke up at 7 this morning to (a) make sure it was still there (b) make sure it had no 'dings' in it and (c) make sure that the sprinklers hadn't ruined my carwash.
The 5 trip wasn't so bad. I only felt bad because my friend Kimmy was taking me to the dealership, and she had something to go to later, so I am afraid she was rather late.
The Russian Mafia, on the other hand....grrr. I went to check out a 2010 Ford Fusion (if you don't know what they look like you can check them out by going here. I liked my car salesman - very genial sort of fellow. Tried to be understanding, and all that. I went in, and I wanted a blue car. Those of you who know me know that I really like blue.
I wish I had a picture of him. His name was purportedly Alex. All his teeth were caps, unnaturally white. You could tell he was a smoker (I don't have anything against smokers, just their smoke/smell), and all the back teeth had gold caps on them. He had bear-greased hair cut in a very severe style and the accent to go with it. He looked very...Russian.
My salesman was fine. Then Alex, the numbers guy, came out, and gave me a sheet of paper. I immediately stiffened. I react very strongly to people and this guy did not bring warm fuzzies to my gut - in fact, he generated the exact opposite response. I did not want to be within ten feet of this guy, much less shake his hand to meet him. Keep in mind that the sticker price on the car was $21,599 or something. He says, okay, you qualify for the 0 down 0.0% financing. I say, sure, let's see what the payments would be. He shows me the paper and one eyebrow just went up. I figured I could figure it out - I got out my cell phone: $869.00 x 36 = $31,284.
I'd been up since 6 that morning (on a Saturday? Me? UNHEARD OF!), so granted, I was a little tired. But not tired enough to pay $10,000 above sticker price!!! I just looked at him and said, "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" to which he had no reply. He said, well, that's the numbers, and I just showed the phone to my salesman and started to laugh almost uncontrollably. Seriously, that Alex character will ruin it for poor Todd every time. By the way, they're just asking for a lawsuit, in my book...
So I tried to leave. That didn't work so well. They sent guy after guy to come talk to me, saying, what can we do to earn your business TODAY? I said, absolutely nothing, when I woke up this morning I knew I was not going to buy a car. They pushed and pushed, but to no avail. The final straw was that I'd parked my car in the service lot unwittingly and I couldn't leave...I had to come back and get one of the guys to open the gate for me.
On the other hand, I was in and out of the dealer yesterday in a little under two hours...test drive included, with the computer down. That's pretty good. And they didn't even try to sell me any extras. Yay for Commerce Hyundai!
[Up] the Hill and Far Away
About a month and a half ago (yes, I'm in a time warp), I took a trip with a couple girlfriends to the J. Paul Getty museum. It looks like this:
but that's not the view I know and love. I couldn't find a photo and I've never taken any. :(
Regardless, I actually have seen very few things INSIDE the museum, as I always end up just taking a walk around the grounds and looking at the flowers.
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re are a few photos I took:Above, please note the soft red against the pale green. What a stunning combination. I should wear green more often, I think...
Above: I've never seen an orange cactus before.
I think the main reason I took it was for the fuzzy things in the centre of the picture, but I can't exactly remember how they looked close up right now.
To the right:
the solitary beauty stands aloof
her soft pink inner shell unrivaled
tall and slender, there, she models
setting her body lines just so
exploiting the background, light,
turning so her perfect blush
draws the eye, invites a smile
she'll raise one eyebrow in a moment
querying, to test the admirers of her display...
this one will always want attention
Here's little ol' me. Back when my hair was a smidge longer. Ah, there is my beloved Yankees cap. Remember, I am a pre-A-Rod Yank fan. Now, anybody b
ut the Red Sox winning it all is just fine.Below: "Girl Watching Water"
It's an inside joke, so please don't ask. But I will tell anyway: We'd just seen all these pictures, and when we came out and saw the fountain, I thought, wow, I could be in one of those pictures, you know, from behind, a girl laying on the pavement, watching the spray of water as it endlessly shoots . If you bend down far enough it looks like one stream of water is shooting over, making a wee tunnel of sorts. Anyway, so I could imagine an impressionist painting of me, wearing a skirt, with my legs bent at the knee, calves crossed, watching the water. Of course this is not what it would look like, it just looks like me being silly at the Getty. But there really was a purpose behind it!
Oh, the indulgences we grant ourselves....
And on that happy note,
'til next time!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Catwoman
So, I walk (not run) in my neighborhood. I like it, it gives me a chance to be outside for a bit and to kind of mull things over...that is, when I'm not chatting away like an alien on my bluetooth. :) Huzzah for hands-free!
Anyway, so I was walking along one of my favourite roads, and a cat walks up to me. It's got a white belly, chartreuse eyes, and orange and grey spots. Anyway, today, as I passed it, it got up off the porch and came and walked next to me. It has a small sort of bell thing on it, so you can hear it a little bit, but it's not too annoying.
I said, "hi kitty cat," which was nice of me, since I don't usually deign to talk to cats, though they would have you believe that it is they who refuse to speak to me...and i looked down and thought, oh, a cat. Hmm....and I kept right on walking.
I walked down to the corner...about five houses. Then I crossed the street and turned around to come back, walking along the other side of the street. The cat cautiously looked both ways, and then darted across the street and kept walking in front of me.
We got a few houses down, and the cat started to lag behind. Then it darted up so it could be in front of me again, exactly as if it had been on a leash. But after a few houses, it went up the driveway of one, veering right, and about halfway up the carpark looked at me as if to say, "I bet this is your house, isn't it?" I just shook my head and kept going, thinking, well, maybe that's the cat's house."
But then the cat shook its head and came back, looking at me, jogging ahead. It put its ears back, listening for me, to make sure I was still following. Every once in awhile it would stop in my path just because it wanted me to pay it some attention. I usually stutter-stepped and half-laughed, as it would start going again just before I changed directions to step around it.
I went up into a cul-de-sac. The cat followed me all the way around it. We came around the corner, and a few houses down, the cat left me on the sidewalk and deviated up along a very nice brick path to a house I wouldn't be ashamed to call my own. Not that I would be ashamed of any house, at this point, but still...
It sat for a moment, twitching its tail, impatient with me that I didn't know where 'home' was. I looked it in the eye and then deliberately turned my head, ignoring it. Sure enough, it darted in front of me again. I kept going, and it stopped, looking at me forlornly. However, my next turnaround point was soon, and as I came back toward it it watched me and then crossed the street again, and we did our funny little stop-start again. It had been following me for roughly ten minutes.
I turned the corner for the home stretch, and the cat gave up...I guess another cat's boundaries took over. It sat on the corner and watched me. I kept going, undeterred from my goal of being home with my hummus, but turned around every so often to look back at it. It kept watching me.
I wonder, if I take the same route tomorrow, will it follow me again? Do I have a fan? Stalker!!!!!!! :)
Anyway, so I was walking along one of my favourite roads, and a cat walks up to me. It's got a white belly, chartreuse eyes, and orange and grey spots. Anyway, today, as I passed it, it got up off the porch and came and walked next to me. It has a small sort of bell thing on it, so you can hear it a little bit, but it's not too annoying.
I said, "hi kitty cat," which was nice of me, since I don't usually deign to talk to cats, though they would have you believe that it is they who refuse to speak to me...and i looked down and thought, oh, a cat. Hmm....and I kept right on walking.
I walked down to the corner...about five houses. Then I crossed the street and turned around to come back, walking along the other side of the street. The cat cautiously looked both ways, and then darted across the street and kept walking in front of me.
We got a few houses down, and the cat started to lag behind. Then it darted up so it could be in front of me again, exactly as if it had been on a leash. But after a few houses, it went up the driveway of one, veering right, and about halfway up the carpark looked at me as if to say, "I bet this is your house, isn't it?" I just shook my head and kept going, thinking, well, maybe that's the cat's house."
But then the cat shook its head and came back, looking at me, jogging ahead. It put its ears back, listening for me, to make sure I was still following. Every once in awhile it would stop in my path just because it wanted me to pay it some attention. I usually stutter-stepped and half-laughed, as it would start going again just before I changed directions to step around it.
I went up into a cul-de-sac. The cat followed me all the way around it. We came around the corner, and a few houses down, the cat left me on the sidewalk and deviated up along a very nice brick path to a house I wouldn't be ashamed to call my own. Not that I would be ashamed of any house, at this point, but still...
It sat for a moment, twitching its tail, impatient with me that I didn't know where 'home' was. I looked it in the eye and then deliberately turned my head, ignoring it. Sure enough, it darted in front of me again. I kept going, and it stopped, looking at me forlornly. However, my next turnaround point was soon, and as I came back toward it it watched me and then crossed the street again, and we did our funny little stop-start again. It had been following me for roughly ten minutes.
I turned the corner for the home stretch, and the cat gave up...I guess another cat's boundaries took over. It sat on the corner and watched me. I kept going, undeterred from my goal of being home with my hummus, but turned around every so often to look back at it. It kept watching me.
I wonder, if I take the same route tomorrow, will it follow me again? Do I have a fan? Stalker!!!!!!! :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Chinese Zodiac
So this year is the year of the Ox. The year in which I was born. But...it's not really the year of the Ox, I decided...it's the year of Sweetcheeks.
I never knew the term existed until I flew to Seattle for Thanksgiving and a more than slightly inebriated fellow sitting next to me called me that several times on the three hour flight. Made me a little uncomfy to be honest. He rides around on trick bikes....this great big 6'4" beach bum dude who soups up cars for a living and rides around on a trike. hilarious!
Anyway, so in the meantime, I have heard the term more often than I care to recall, and have had it directed at myself multiple times, and always at inopportune moments.
Therefore, since at the moment I am feeling a wee bit ungraceful and out of sorts, I dub this year not the year of the Ox, but the Year of the Sweetcheeks.
Bitter hearts, beware.
I never knew the term existed until I flew to Seattle for Thanksgiving and a more than slightly inebriated fellow sitting next to me called me that several times on the three hour flight. Made me a little uncomfy to be honest. He rides around on trick bikes....this great big 6'4" beach bum dude who soups up cars for a living and rides around on a trike. hilarious!
Anyway, so in the meantime, I have heard the term more often than I care to recall, and have had it directed at myself multiple times, and always at inopportune moments.
Therefore, since at the moment I am feeling a wee bit ungraceful and out of sorts, I dub this year not the year of the Ox, but the Year of the Sweetcheeks.
Bitter hearts, beware.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The [Pear] Story
All of these lines across my face/ tell you the story of who I am / so many stories of where I've been / and how I got to where I am...but these stories don't mean anything if you've got no on to tell them to / it's true. I was made for you!- brandi carlisle
Here are three pears: from L-R, Pear 1, 2, and 3. This is their story:
Pear 1 is happy, calm, and confident; flies under the radar; is a little on the stocky side, and is the perfect ripeness.
Pear 2 is average in most respects, but has gorgeous coloring. Look at that smooth butter yellow next to the blush. Wow, what a knockout.
Pear 3 is on the athletic side, not quite ripe yet--you can see he's got some grainy issues just from his skin. But maybe he'll grow into a handsome looking/tasting peach someday. He's had a rough life: look at those battle scars from previous relationships.
Pear 2 likes Pear 1. See how she's leaning in, her stem curled a little in anticipation, the blush burning up her face? Look at her sticker. If stickers were mouths, Pear 1 better make up his mind right now about whether he's going to turn away or not! Shameless hussy!
Pear 3 likes Pear 2, and is trying to sidle up to her (! personal space issues, if I were Pear 2!) His poor little stem is hopelessly bent toward Pear 2, as if he's looking for any little hint or speck of a spark that might bring her to him. If he had feet he'd be shuffling them uncomfortably and looking at her constantly, but as soon as she looks in his direction, he pretends to be fascinated by some speck on the wall to his immediate right. Pear 3 is young and has been hurt a great many times before, leaving gash marks which have not, and never will heal. But he has not given up hope on the female pear population just yet. However, he's gotten the process a little out of order in his head and has moved close but has not turned to look at her (look at that sticker position! how will he ever get the girl doing that, I wonder?) to see if she is interested in reciprocating.
Pear 1 is not oblivious to Pear 2's overtures; however, he is not sure that he wants any part of being part of a pear pair. See how his stem is straight up? In his mind he's going straight forward, without regard for Pear 2 or any other beauty who might cross his path. But his head (literally) is being turned...look at that sticker. Tsk, tsk.
So, how did the story end? I can only tell you that all three ended up in my stomach, and that no matter how hard I tried to get Pear 2 to take a look at Pear 3, she would not do it. Her natural inclination is to lean toward Pear 1. Pear 1, did you cherish her? Hm...I wonder. Pear 2, stop being such a flirt! Pear 3, hope you made something happen in the interim between when the photo was taken and when y'all got eaten, because if not, you ended up sad and lonely.
Monday, December 8, 2008
All I want for Christmas is...
not my two front teeth. I mean, I'm grateful I have them and all, but since I already have a set, I don't need another. That would be....awkward.
So here's what I want. Rather, these are the things that I will not be getting for Christmas this year, but that I want anyway. These are not in the order I most want them, for privacy purposes. (HAHA. Since most of you reading this would know exactly how to rank them for me anyway.)
1. Super awesome recording equipment.
2. DSLR from Canon. The Rebel XSi looks pretty good to me.
3. Guitar with a plugin, with an amp to match.
4. Boyfriend. Might seem lame-o to actually put this on a Christmas list, but oh well. I've been known to do lame, potentially embarrassing things before. I've turned out okay anyway.
4. Nintendo DS Lite with Mario Bros. game and Brain Age.
5. No more accounting!
6. New job. Preferably in Utah or Seattle or San Francisco. Since this is a wish list, pay should be >$70K/year, 40 hrs/week, with 4+ weeks vacation. Unreal expectations, yes, I know...
7. Real furniture. None of this twin-bed-without-a-real-bedframe-put-on-risers-so-it's-three-feet-tall-and-wobbly garbage. Or the fakey "desk" I've got.
8. Someone to go to Italy and Britain with.
9. Vacation days enough to visit above countries.
10. For it to feel like Christmas in LA.
So here's what I want. Rather, these are the things that I will not be getting for Christmas this year, but that I want anyway. These are not in the order I most want them, for privacy purposes. (HAHA. Since most of you reading this would know exactly how to rank them for me anyway.)
1. Super awesome recording equipment.
2. DSLR from Canon. The Rebel XSi looks pretty good to me.
3. Guitar with a plugin, with an amp to match.
4. Boyfriend. Might seem lame-o to actually put this on a Christmas list, but oh well. I've been known to do lame, potentially embarrassing things before. I've turned out okay anyway.
4. Nintendo DS Lite with Mario Bros. game and Brain Age.
5. No more accounting!
6. New job. Preferably in Utah or Seattle or San Francisco. Since this is a wish list, pay should be >$70K/year, 40 hrs/week, with 4+ weeks vacation. Unreal expectations, yes, I know...
7. Real furniture. None of this twin-bed-without-a-real-bedframe-put-on-risers-so-it's-three-feet-tall-and-wobbly garbage. Or the fakey "desk" I've got.
8. Someone to go to Italy and Britain with.
9. Vacation days enough to visit above countries.
10. For it to feel like Christmas in LA.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
the waiting is the hardest part
Ah, Tom Petty...the link to this movie, which I had to watch 3 times to make sure it was really him singing it, is here. His voice is so funny...the part where his guitar goes through the paper makes me laugh, and simultaneously reminds me of those gargantuan rolls of the stuff that we used to make posters of back in public school. Thank goodness I am no longer in public school. I don't know which is more stressful...dealing with the possible threat of 2.5" long cockroaches scurrying about, or randomly appearing dead in corners that were clean just a few hours ago, OR going to school with the weird and popular kids alike who are so mean to each other and eating cafeteria food and dealing with lascivious teachers and dirt everywhere. Seriously, both just make me want to crawl into a freshly made bed where the sheets are still warm from the dryer and huddle for a good long while.
Anyway, back to the waiting: I find it rather hard to wait. I'm a pretty impatient person, it seems. I've learned to deal with traffic (mostly), and the printing queue at work (some people print 65 MB jobs, several in a row, without warning), and for everybody to go to the bathroom before we leave to go places (we meaning the immediate family). But I'm not patient on the big stuff, like finding jobs and men who will treat me well. It's a longstanding struggle. I can't live with myself, and I can't live without myself. Sometimes I'm just whistling in the car after moving ten inches in ten minutes, and sometimes I'm about ready to pull my hair out (guess it has to do with the time of day, how far I am from home, and how recent my last meal was....but still...) after a few taps on the brakes. I'm having a hard time accepting that my timing is not always perfect. And what I want is not always what I need. So. Waiting to see whether what I want is what I need, and whether I get my way or not, is very hard. Lots of times it's harder than actually going forward and moving on. That's why, as Tom Petty says, the waiting is the hardest part.
Anyway, back to the waiting: I find it rather hard to wait. I'm a pretty impatient person, it seems. I've learned to deal with traffic (mostly), and the printing queue at work (some people print 65 MB jobs, several in a row, without warning), and for everybody to go to the bathroom before we leave to go places (we meaning the immediate family). But I'm not patient on the big stuff, like finding jobs and men who will treat me well. It's a longstanding struggle. I can't live with myself, and I can't live without myself. Sometimes I'm just whistling in the car after moving ten inches in ten minutes, and sometimes I'm about ready to pull my hair out (guess it has to do with the time of day, how far I am from home, and how recent my last meal was....but still...) after a few taps on the brakes. I'm having a hard time accepting that my timing is not always perfect. And what I want is not always what I need. So. Waiting to see whether what I want is what I need, and whether I get my way or not, is very hard. Lots of times it's harder than actually going forward and moving on. That's why, as Tom Petty says, the waiting is the hardest part.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
change is in the air
So. Lots of things are happening for me. In the mix, I'm trying to decide whether or not to: (a) move; (b) find a new job; (c) dedicate my entire being to an accounting course; (d) buy a new bed; (e) buy people christmas presents or make them presents, and (f) generally move on with my life. In the meantime, the sky is falling (literally! due to the fires, there is ash floating everywhere) and traffic gets worse.
I've got relationships to start and to get over, trips to plan and take, and life to start the living. Something is in the air here in SoCal. Something big is on the move - my weather-predicting scars in my back from when I had those pesky tumors removed a few years ago can sense it. I don't know what is going to change...all I know is that I hope I'm ready for it!
Thanks to you all for your love and support. I have to say that the thing about blogging that I don't like is that if you keep writing, people who weren't there 'at the beginning', per se, hardly ever go back and read the best posts (of which this is not one). This ambiguous person is not me! Something's gotta give! I'll let you know what it is when I find out. :)
I've got relationships to start and to get over, trips to plan and take, and life to start the living. Something is in the air here in SoCal. Something big is on the move - my weather-predicting scars in my back from when I had those pesky tumors removed a few years ago can sense it. I don't know what is going to change...all I know is that I hope I'm ready for it!
Thanks to you all for your love and support. I have to say that the thing about blogging that I don't like is that if you keep writing, people who weren't there 'at the beginning', per se, hardly ever go back and read the best posts (of which this is not one). This ambiguous person is not me! Something's gotta give! I'll let you know what it is when I find out. :)
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