Wednesday, December 24, 2008

At Least the Micro-Bathroom Was Good For Something

bloody hell. for the past 24-hour-or-so period, i have been embroiled in a nasty battle with some type of equally nasty infection. even since the fibro onset, i don't really get colds and flus and things anymore. my body is so busy fighting off EVERYTHING (including things that it shouldn't), that those things don't get past my hyper-active immune system. so when i started being violently ill tuesday morning, it actually only took about 5 hours before i gave in and went to the lorton office. if you know me, you know that i abhor going to the doctor's for what i consider minor stuff - and normally throwing up would fit into that category. but i was so ill, so violently, for so long a continuous period - plus i was in some nasty pain, too - that i shlepped myself in. part of the reason was because my gall bladder was acting up last week, so i wanted to make sure that wasn't the problem. but i haven't been that sick since i had the norwalk virus over four years ago.

if you've never had norwalk - and let's hope you haven't, and never will have it - it is amazingly horrific. it's not something i would wish on my worse enemy. well, not that i really have enemies, but you know what i mean. in fact, now that i think about it, it should really be instituted as a form of justice. seriously. infect an inmate with norwalk, give him just enough fluids to not be at a critical state, and let him suffer for a week. i swear to you, it would be more effective than locking someone up in a climate-controlled jail with cable tv, libraries, and gym equipment. when you have norwalk (and this is going to get a little gross, so just skip to the next paragraph if you're squeamish), everything in your body is going to be purged any way it possibly can. whenever it can. all at the same time. you have chills and sweats, and usually can't walk more than 20 feet without passing out. any form of liquid you may try to put in you, will simply flow right back out without passing go and collecting $200. if you've never been in a crew cabin on a cruise ship, you have no idea how tiny those rooms can be. even on the sovereign, where the cabins could be considered downright luxurious, the bathrooms are ridiculous. to give you an idea: imagine stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. there is no actual space to move in, so you turn in place and sit on the toilet. the sink is directly to your left - and i mean directly. no matter how skinny you may be, when sitting on the toilet, your left arm is going to be up against the sink. the basin of the sink starts almost immediately; not a lot of counter space here. which mean you can sit on the toilet, lift your left arm up and rest in on the sink, and then lean over and yak into the sink without having to move at all. which is how i spent the better part of two days. thank goodness my roommate was generally down in her boyfriend's cabin. i just sat there purging in between moments of passing out on the sink. fun times.

they ran a quick panel on my blood to see if i had an infection, and it seems i do. antibiotics were prescribed along with anti-nausea pills so i could keep the antibiotics down. it's been a slow-progressing battle, but i think i'm starting to feel a little better... at least i managed to get in about 6 hours of sleep, so hopefully that'll help. i had been planning to head to my parents' house today, so we'll see how that goes... wish me luck. bleagh.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Thoughts, Questions, and Comments After Weekend Shopping

1. if you are in the nations largest outlet mall, and it's the weekend before christmas, you do NOT get to pull out your cellphone and attempt to text someone while slowing your pace to that of a snail on quaaludes. either put the phone away, move to the side out of the flow of traffic, or learn to multitask for pete's sake.

2. i'm pretty sure i lost several i.q. points while browsing in forever 21, just from the music. if you are using the phrase, "your dress looks like a silhouette," mayhap you don't actually know what the word "silhouette" means. look it up. or keep some people around you with an intelligence level above 60 so that they can tell you when you sound like an idiot. oh, and for the record, i find it hard to believe that you care overmuch about her "impressive intellect" when the chorus tells us that you want to park the car and go "porn-style". really? several i.q. points frittered away...

3. and while we're on the topic of music, is it really necessary to have a disco/funk version of "sleigh ride" with someone trying his very best (and failing) to be james brown?

4. also (same theme) what possesses you to make a dance/hip-hop version of "santa claus is coming to town" complete with a rap at the bridge that rhymes "snow" with "fo' sho?" eeks.

5. question: how did salt n peppa get away with "push it" in the late 80's? i mean, it's pretty impressive, really. how did that not get censored off the airways? a current katy perry song has an entire line or two (awkwardly) edited out so that it doesn't mention "pms" or "bitch" on pop radio, but back then they somehow got away with lines like "the music's pumpin' hard like i wish you was," and "get up on dick"... i know they said the line was, "get up on this," but we all know better. those ladies had some pretty big cojones.

6. if you decide to take your ten year old son shopping, please consider that there may be things that are not appropriate for him. for example, taking him into a store and making him carry your chosen selection of frilly underwear, lace bras, and leopard print cami/thong sets so that your hands are free to browse - probably not the most responsible thing to do. i'm just saying.

7. okay, back to christmas music. can someone explain to me how "favorite things" became a "christmas classic"? it's a song that, in the sound of music, is used to calm the children because their country is being invaded by nazis and the world is going to shit around them. HOW does this relate to christmas exactly?

8. ikea has excellent mashed potatoes. i had to stop by and get some stuffed ferrets for the mayzie-dog for christmas (her current ferret, though she still loves it, has no stuffing and only one paw left), and decided to also get dinner. it was a good decision on my part.

9. i tried the lingonberry juice with my taters and baguette. it was quite tasty, actually. it vaguely reminded me of something - something from my childhood, but it was just vague enough to remain out of reach. even so, it was a delicious surprise.

10. i am having issues with shoes for new years. c is coming up and we're going to the official "downtown countdown," which i'm very excited for (largely because cowboy mouth is involved), and we are actively trying to put together our outfits for the night. clearly, i want to rock some kick-ass heels. the problem is this: ever since i became broken, i can't wear heels for a long period of time. and it's not like my feet just get a little sore; that i could (can, have, and would) deal with. what happens, though, is that the pain becomes literally crippling. it very quickly gets to the point where it hurts to even take a few steps, then eventually my ankles will join in on the fun and start weakening, and then my feet will start cramping in earnest. this is not cute or fun. and i fully intend on jumping up and down and dancing like a fool the entire time cowboy mouth is on the stage. "so just wear flats," i hear you saying. and yes, flats will solve the problem, but here's the thing: there are NO FABULOUS FLATS. sure, there are cute ones, but cute doesn't cut it for a formal, "creative black-tie" dress code. at least not for me. cute is not kick-ass, fabulous, or even fantastic - and i can't ring in the new year in less-than-fantastic shoes... that's like going against everything i stand for. hence my conundrum. sigh.

11. silver and gold metallic pleather hot shorts... are these really necessary to sell?

12. while shopping in dress barn (and finding some very cute things for myself and others), i stumbled across two of the most hideous christmas sweaters EVER. we're talking beading and sequins and crocheted appliques and everything. i mean, they were just AWFUL. it was awesome. they were 60% off, and i really debated buying one of them. it's not often you get a chance to own something that horrendous for less than $15. i may actually go back and get one before i go home on wednesday...

Friday, December 19, 2008

Free Fridays Food (And Awesome Alitteration, Apparently)

i went to the post office today on my lunch break to (finally) mail my christmas cards. it took no time at all, so i decided to go down the road to the t.g.i.fridays to get a turkey burger. i was greeted by an immensely pleasant staff who then, after i ordered my t-burger (no onions, and a side of ranch), got me a decaf coffee while i waited. (i know i normally don't do plain coffee, but it was cold and rainy out, and it seemed like a good idea.) generally, fridays tends to be quick about food turnaround, especially for takeout, but today i waited nearly 40 minutes for my order. honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal - it seemed that they were having major staff communication issues, but someone came to check on me and apologize every 5 or 10 minutes after my food should have been out. eventually it was ready, and i paid with my debit card. as i was about to leave, the manager on duty apologized again and handed me $16 worth of gift certificates for waiting so long due to staff issues. awesome customer service, especially since i didn't complain at all. (although, now that i think about it, i found that those people were the ones i wanted to do things for when i worked at disney...) so not only did i get free food, i actually gained money today. not bad, not bad...

Stupid Fibro Fog

thanks to the zoloft, i don't have to deal with "fibro fog" as often anymore. (and yes, it's a real problem - inconvenient and sometimes scary... look here or here for more info.) anyway, it decided to rear its ugly head this morning. besides waking up late and not being able to find my socks, i also walked out of my house without my glasses. by the time i realized this conciously, it was too late to go back and get them. fantastic. it's also (just to add insult to injury) gross and rainy out, and most of my drive home is in the dark; my night vision is crap as it is, without adding lack of depth perception and rain fuzziness to the mix. i guess it's a good thing i do a lot of under-30-mph driving while on route 1 on the way home... wish me luck...

stupid fibro.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Even Better Than Free Health-Care

honestly, the best job perk ever? getting to wear scrubs to work. seriously, getting to wear your jammies all day and still managing to look professional... what could be better than that?

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Definition of Irony

looking online at webmd.com for health info when you work in a doctors' office...

(example courtesy of me this morning... oi)

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Ghetto Lattes

even if i was not currently in debt, i would still have a hard time justifying a $4 starbucks drink every day. or even every other day. but sometimes you just need one in the morning. enter 7-11. i have found that if you pour a cup about 2/3 full of coffee, add in the "steamed milk" from one of those generic cuppuchino machines, and then doctor it up with some flavored creamers and syrups, you can have a pretty darn good latte for little more than a dollar. sure, it's no starbucks or caribou, but it's a pretty good substitute.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Losing Ten Pounds With a Lebanese Man

my hair was getting ridiculous – so ridiculous that i was about ten seconds away from snatching up a pair of surgical scissors and chopping it all off. instead, i called jen, who referred me to her hair place. i was just going to make an appointment, but then she started giving me directions and i thought, what the hell? so on my lunch break yesterday i wandered out to frizzles in search of hair help.

for the past year or so, my hair routine has consisted of wash, dry bangs (only), and pull back in a clip. mornings are so hard for me now – i see no reason why i should get up any earlier than i absolutely have to, and fixing yards of hair definitely cuts into sleep time. all that scooping back and clipping has worn on my hair; not to mention it hasn’t been cut by anyone but me (and bangs only) in that time. the ends were pretty damaged, i had a lot of breakage from pulling it back, and it needed serious help.

enter Jackie. he was the pretty awesome Lebanese man at frizzles that tamed the craziness on my head. it ended up shorter than the initial cut he made (the one i agreed to) but it looks awesome, so i’m dealing. (and side bar: who knew lebanese men had such a talent for hair? i mean, i know the vietnamese seem to have an amazing talent with nails, but i hadn't heard about the lebanese...) a huge difference since my hair was nearly to my waist, thick and heavy, but it’s ok – just dealing with the adjustment period. my hair actually has a style now, even though it’s going to add another 10 minutes to my morning routine. now if i can just find a place to get my eyebrows waxed, i’ll be set…


Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Freedom in Being Lost

after work today, i decided to wander a little. the best way for me to figure out how to get around in a new city is to drive it, so that’s what i did. i got myself lost and found, lost again and found again, lost once more – and this time pretty well. but there was no panic, no oh-my-god-i’m-lost-and-how-will-i-ever-find-my-home feeling. just a feeling of freedom. i had nowhere to go and no time to be there, so i just wandered. i think i journeyed into Alexandria proper, and on into some suburbs thereof. i did attempt to call rob and see if his iphone could make sure i wasn’t heading to albequerque, but it seems that although the iphone is capable of doing almost everything except wash the dishes, it doesn’t like to let you talk and surf the web at the same time. ah, well – no worries. i eventually found my way to 395, which led me to 95, which had an exit to Lorton, which led me to a road i knew. i took the long, scenic way home, and it felt lovely.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Really?

one of the local stations (the one that ate o-rock, which used to be my default radio station) is apparently already playing christmas music 24/7.  really, people?  it's not even thanksgiving yet - that's just ridiculous.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Malaise

i seem to be regressing a little, physically, and because of that, my mental capabilities are suffering too. i need to be packing my house, but i'm so exhausted. i have to be at work in three hours but instead of getting ready and/or being otherwise productive, all i want to do is go take a nap. i leave in a week (ish) and i can't seem to match up my free time with anyone else's to see them before i go. i hate feeling bleagh-y. it's so not helpful or fun...

Monday, November 10, 2008

Life Is a Mix Tape, Part 2: The Albums

"tonight, i feel like my whole body is made out of memories. i'm a mix tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape."
-rob sheffield


sometimes one song just isn’t enough; sometimes a whole album is tied to a memory. hearing any song from that album will bring me back, but it also works the other way, too. i may randomly think of something that happened and then really want to listen to the album that accompanies it. (the playlist at the bottom has selections from each of the albums.)
8 dark side of the moon – pink floyd: besides being an excellent album on its own, this cd is tied to my freshman year in college. we would often put this on at night, on repeat, to sleep to. funny side note: i recently re-bought this album because it had been lost or stolen long ago. i popped it into the cd player and about two songs in, i found myself getting sleepy. talk about your pavlovian responses.
8 sublime – sublime: college, theatre department parties, jono and greyton’s house. jono and greyton were roommates and theatre students a year ahead of me. they had the best house for parties – two stories, sprawling wrap-around porch, and neighbors who were either not very close to the house, or at every party anyway, so they didn’t mind the noise. it was also at the top of a hill (mountain, really) and though it sucked to get up there in the winter, it was a very zen-like area with woods on two sides of the house. every single party started the same way; once enough party-goers had arrived, the “circle of death” table was set up with a pitcher and a few decks of cards, a few joints were rolled, the keg tapped, and this album put on. usually there were a few discs in the changer that rotated around, but this album we listened to straight through, beginning to end, before switching the music. those were good times – i don’t have a single bad or even boring memories from those parties. (note to my mom, in case you’re reading this: i had nothing to do with the pot – that was all jono and greyton, i promise. i stuck to the drinking games and laughing at the fools that couldn't hold their liquor.)
8 when i woke – rusted root: senior year of high school and freshman year of college. rusted root is a folk-funk-hippie-accoustic-fusion band from pittsburgh. because morgantown was only a hour or so away, they used to play every thursday night at the nyabinghy dance hall. (memo to me: there needs to be an entire blog dedicated to the ‘binghy at some point…) because we knew a few of the bouncers – or, more accurately, because i knew a few people who knew a few bouncers – we were let in even though we were underage. we only ever came to see root, and we didn’t try to drink any alcohol while we were there, so mostly they let us get away with it. new year’s eve 1995 found john, dale, and i at the annual root show in pittsburgh, and then at a party at a friend of dale’s sister’s. it was a fun night, even though i spent large chunks of the party making sure the stoners weren’t feeding marijuana to the friend’s parents’ great dane.
8 discography – pet shop boys: i’m not sure why, but this album played non-stop throughout my sophomore year in college. it seemed like whenever john, dale, melinda, and i were in a car together, this album was playing. it didn’t matter whose car, because we all had a copy. it was the default bgm to our wanderings.
8 greatest hits – bob marley: i would like to preface this by saying i love bob marley – quite a lot, actually. however, since it was one of the very few cd’s we could agree on in adventure ocean (the kids' center) on the serenade, we listened to it a lot. incessantly. over and over and over. rob was the worst offender; he always put it on, and we always seemed to work together. it finally got to the point where i took it out of the cd changer and hid it for a couple of weeks.
8 fear – toad the wet sprocket: sophomore and junior year of college. ferruso and i listened to this all the time. it’s another cd that became default bgm. mostly, though, it reminds me of the puppeteers of america festival in ohio. this and an “awesome eighties” cd were in heavy rotation that weekend. we met famous artists and puppeteers, we got rave reviews for a performance we slapped together for a cabaret night, i sliced open my thumb with a stolen outback steak knife whilst carving a coconut out of a nerf ball, we got through some of the lamer performances by loading our travel mugs with zima and sour candy (we couldn’t find any jolly ranchers on short notice), and we met all kinds of fantastically random people just by playing uno in the downstairs lobby. excellent times.
8 play – moby: for a month and a half, while i worked at disney and lived in clermont, this cd was stuck in the player of my car. i couldn’t fish it out and i couldn’t afford to get it fixed. the player was stuck; i couldn’t turn it off, i couldn’t change the volume or the track, and i couldn’t switch it back to the radio. it’s a really, really good thing that this was the cd that got stuck. (and that it was at a decent volume, come to think of it.) it’s one of the (like 5) albums i have no trouble listening to straight through, and it’s a testament to the quality of this album that i never got sick of it and that it remains one of my all-time favorites.
8 elephunk - black eyed peas:splendour of the seas, the sob (that’s the staff and officer bar, thank you). there are many different types of people working on ships: people of different nationalities, from different walks of life, who speak many different languages. it’s no surprise, then, that there was some dispute over the music to be played in the sob at night. for whatever reason, this album was the one everyone agreed on, so it was played almost every night squished somewhere between the british punk rock, romanian trance, and morroccan pop music (most of which i quite liked, actually…).
8 the lion king soundtrack: this is pretty self-explanatory, unless you don’t know about my stint performing at disney. i did both lolk (legend of the lion king) and folk (festival of the…) from the summer of ‘98 till the summer of ’03. legend closed in 2002 (to make way for a 3-d movie – great planning, eisner; way to take away the most popular attraction in the park), but i continued doing shows at folk till i was (wrongly) fired in ’03. (i got my job back… eventually. that’ll have to be a blog at some point, too.) anyway, due to the fact that i heard the soundtrack on a daily basis (at least 9 shows a day at legend, 4 at festival) it is permanently ingrained in my head, along with all corresponding choreography. everytime i hear the songs, i see the choreography in my head; because i knew 5 tracks (roles) at legend, i participated in every scene at some point. i’m pretty sure, given a stage and the appropriate puppets, i could still do either show pretty well, including things i was never trained in. it’s also my curse; the lion king soundtrack follows me. wherever i go, it’ll pop up to annoy me. true stories: 1. we were in skagway, alaska, and headed into a shopping center to get lunch at one of the cafes. as we walked through, “can you feel the love tonight” by elton john came over the loud speakers. really? alaska? and 2. in vegas, rob and i walked into the first casino to “circle of life”. jeez, people, let me have a vacation! there are many more instances, but i’ve done my best to block them out.
8note: the quote at the beginning of this blog is from the book love is a mix tape by rob sheffield - a brilliant memoir of life and love by a contributing editor of rolling stone. it's lovely and sad and inspiring and funny and real, and i'm going to keep bugging you until you go read it.

new mix tape:


Saturday, November 8, 2008

Best. Videos. Ever.

this is an audience-participation blog. i know there are lots of awesome videos out there, but as I have had cable only a few years here and there, there are obviously going to be some that i don’t know. so i’m just going to start with three of my favorites, and leave the rest up to you. please leave a comment including the song and artist, a link to the video if you have it, and – most importantly – tell me why it’s so brilliant. i will compile a final list and post it in a later blog.

the first three, in no particular order….

buddy holly – weezer…. this is just brilliant. great concept, great editing... just plain fun.

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you can call me al – paul simon… such a simple idea, really: two guys, a bunch of musical instruments, and the non-singer lip-syncing. simple, but fantastic.

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thriller – michael jackson... ok, this is a classic, so i'm sure i don't have to explain to you why it's on here - first of its kind, revolutionized music videos, blah blah blah... plus dancing zombies! and vincent price rapping! i was a young dancer when this video came out, and i remember watching a copy of this over and over (till we wore it out) so that we could learn all the dance moves...

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so what would you add to this list? comment, let me know, and i'll post them!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Life Is a Mix Tape, Part 1

"the times you lived through, the people you shared those times with - nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. it does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. every mix tape tells a story. put them together, and they add up to the story of a life."
-rob sheffield


music is a huge part of my life and always has been. it’s no surprise, then, that many of my memories have music tied to them. i’ve decided to list some of these, and update as i think of others. also, if you happen to think of a song that reminds you of me or of something we did together, let me know! (p.s. if you’re not sure what a song sounds like, or you’re thinking, “hey! i love that song!” i’ve included a playlist at the bottom for your listening pleasure.)
8 “in your eyes” by peter gabriel: this is one of my favorite songs of all time. and it never fails to make me think – just for a second – about fedan and our obsession with the good morning vietnam soundtrack. i would go over to her house to hang out and we would listen to it nonstop and dance around like fools. and, yes, i realize this song is not actually on the soundtrack; but for whatever reason, our obsessions with peter gabriel and the gmv album are synonymous in my head.
8 “be my lover” by la bouche: we were in italy the first time we heard this song, in a discoteque. the other girls and i quickly found out that italian men come in two varieties – mediteranean god, and sleezy grease ball. we spent the evening dancing in a group, john and jim circling us at intervals to ward off said grease balls (because apparently the god-like men weren’t at our disco).
8 everything i do (i do it for you)” by brian adams: my junior year in high school, the marching band performed music from the movie robin hood: prince of thieves. i loved the instrumental music, but we also did the popular “love theme”. this was the one piece of choreography that sucked for us in the color guard. our instructor (who is another story in and of himself) gave us difficult, dci-worthy routines, but this unfortunately didn’t continue on to the ballad, during which he decided we should do a dance sans apparatus. it was not particularly good, but what i remember most is my end position; i didn’t have an exact coordinate – i just needed to end up a few yards behind chris bouquot and off to his left. i can’t remember what i ate for lunch yesterday, but i remember a field position from 14 years ago…
8 “the hustle” and “there’s a kind of hush”: when i was little, i was encouraged to listen to any and all of my parents’ record albums. mom and dad didn’t restrict me to “kiddie music” nor did they expect themselves to live on a steady stream of trite educational songs. (also, i suspect that there wasn’t the market on kid songs that there is today.) one of the albums my mom would play fairly regularly was a “workout album.” on one side, there was a selection of six or seven songs with a perky voice calling out the dance/aerobic moves. on the other side were the same songs, sans instructions. both “the hustle” and “there’s a kind of hush” were on this album, so they make me think of dancing around in our awesome black-white-and-chrome living room in huntington with my mom.
8 “my perogative” by bobby brown: we danced to this in a jazz class… there are specific dance moves that go with “i see nothing wrong/ with spreading myself around” and “ev’rybody’s talkin / all this stuff about me”. i feel compelled to do them to this day. maybe if you’re good, i’ll record the moves and upload them…
8 “super trouper” by abba: this was my favorite abba song as a kid. we had a van for long trips, and my dad wisely installed an 8-track player with headphones next to my seat in the back. (that’s right, i said 8-track.) this way both my parents and i could listen to what we wanted. when i was four, my favorite 8-tracks were abba’s the album, a sesame street album, the beach boys’ greatest hits, and hooked on classics. my freshman year in college, i found myself in the cac’s concert theatre during a scenic design class. victor pointed to the back of the house to show us the large professional spotlights. “those are called super troupers,” he told us. “OH!” i exclaimed half a minute later. “THAT’S what they meant in the abba song!” i had always assumed (hey, i was four when i memorized the words) that it meant trouper as in someone who put up with something, like being lonely while on tour – being a trouper. victor glanced over at me, rolled his eyes, and said, “seriously? stop talking, gibson.” this would not be the first OR the last time he said this exact phrase...
8 “don’t stand so close to me” by the police, and “private eyes” by hall and oats: I had a small record player when i was young that played 45’s. these were my first two 45’s ever, and i played them over and over.
8 “satellite” by dmb: i already owned the album, so i’m not entirely sure why this reminds me of sitting around a pool table at a bar in college. i’m not even sure which bar – though i think it was probably the barn, as it was owned by a friend’s brother and we always got in for free. for whatever reason, i remember sitting with john and commenting, “oh, i like this song” as it came on. then we – and the other assorted people with us – starting discussing jam bands. unimportant, really, but i think of it every time.
8 “tootsie roll”: luckily i don’t hear this song very often, as it is a stupid, stupid song. however, it’s burned in my memory because of kenny and jason, two fellow theatre students. i don’t remember why the three of us always traveled together from the evansdale campus to downtown; i lived above the student union (stupid honors program) instead of in evansdale like every other creative arts student, but i can’t remember if jason and kenny did too, or if we had a class together. either way, the three of us often scaled the nine bajillion stairs from the bottom of the mountain, where the prt station was, to the top, where everything else lived. (and i’m not kidding about the stairs. we counted them once, and it came out to three hundred and something. and that was just to the mountainlair – there were several more flights to get up to my dorm. remind me to tell the “alice in wondershit” story at a later date.) one day, for no apparent reason, one of them burst out with the song, the other joined in, and they danced their way up the stairs as they sang about the moves. once they realized how obnoxious this was, they repeated the performance frequently. made me laugh (almost) every time.
8 “the end of the world (as we know it)” by r.e.m.: john and i are singers. we sing along with every song on the radio if we know all the words or even (or sometimes especially) if we don’t. dale, however never joins it. he enjoys the music and will bop along, but he leaves the singing to the rest of us – except on one occasion. we were driving around pittsburgh when this song came on the radio. dale then proceeded to sing every lyric of the song correctly. if you’ve heard the song, you know it contains a lot of random words and phrases sung quickly through the verses. john and i stared at dale for a verse or so and then burst out laughing; it was so out of character for him that it became hysterical. dale looked around at us and kept asking, “what? what’s so funny?”

as i think of others, i'll post them - in the meantime i leave you with an interesting mish-mash of music...



8 note: the quote at the beginning of this blog is from the book love is a mix tape by rob sheffield - a brilliant memoir of life and love by a contributing editor of rolling stone. it's lovely and sad and inspiring and funny and real, and you should go read it.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A Full Tank of Gas for $27!

after paying between 35 and 50 dollars to fill up my little car's 14-gallon tank, you have NO IDEA how happy this made me.

on second thought, yeah, you do. let's enjoy while we can!

Hoping for the Best

as many of you know, i have never registered to vote. well, until a few months ago. i generally avoid the topics of politics and religion in polite company because they are subjects that anger and incense people - and i have found that, no matter what their beliefs and views, people (for the most part anyway) rarely have a good or compelling argument to back themselves up. then people end up arguing and yelling at each other, talking at instead of to, and resorting to ugly and ignorant phrases because they run out of valid things to say. i have a very low stupidity threshold.

my registration avoidance did not stem from being apathetic, nor was i was boycotting our bizarre electoral process; it was simply because i had never found anyone worth voting for. or against, for that matter. when faced with candidates, presidential and otherwise, i always found them pretty similar. oh, i know they all have different views and different beliefs, but in the end it always seems like the pro lists and the con lists were pretty even (though the items listed might be different). but this year was different. the state of our country - and much more importantly, the world - is pretty precarious right now; we could tip over into progress and healing, or we could continue on our downward spiral.

part of this comes from being an empath; i feel and know what choice would eventually cause the greatest good. part of it is just common sense. and a large chunk of it is about keeping power-hungry and/or easily manipulated people out of important positions. and there was an amendment or two that needed my vote as well. i can only hope that positivity comes from this, and that the positive energy will trickle down into everyone's daily lives - because we as a collective of societies, as a world, have a lot of issues and they're only going to get solved if everyone's willing to pitch in and help. here's hoping...

The Right to Free Speech... and Free Stuff!

because many head honchos realize that this year's election is so important, they have decreed that we should all get free stuff for doing our civic duty. and who am i to complain? unfortunately, ben & jerry's and krispy kreme were both on the other side of town from where we were, but kavitha and i stopped by starbucks and chick-fil-a after work. we got a nice cup of joe and a free lunch for tomorrow. works for me!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Remember My Name!

theatre majors, by definition, are a bit ridiculous. we have very little shame or fear, and we generally love to see people’s reactions to what we do. we also tend not to care what someone thinks of us, as long as we’re having a good time. also, for the first two years we were basically in all the same classes, so we were always walking to or from somewhere in large groups. take all of these characteristics into consideration, and i’m sure you can guess that we came up with some bizarre things to keep us entertained.

one of these things was “fame day.” fame days consisted of someone unexpectedly breaking into a song we (should) all know, and the rest of us jumping in, adding harmony and choreography as necessary. and it was always necessary. and, yes, this could take place in the cac (creative arts center), but it also could happen, for example, in the mountainlair (our student union); on a prt (“personal rapid transit”: think small 10-person monorails) platform; an actual prt (but only once, because that really didn’t go over so well with the non-fame riders); or the side of the road somewhere. usually, we were well received. well, usually we were stared at blankly, but there were always a few people who enjoyed our diversions.

my favorite fame day memory is of at least ten of us at the evensdale campus prt station. someone burst out into a michael jackson song – “beat it” i think, because i’m pretty sure i remember some west side story choreography – and the rest of us joined in, acting out the story line as necessary. there were the obligatory m.j. impersonations, some successful (and unsuccessful) moon walks, and cheesy back-up-girl dance steps. when we finished, several engineering students burst into cheers while others crowded onto the next prt, clearly desperate to get away from the crazy theatre kids. i miss fame days. they were so, so much fun…

A Dog Named Mayzie, Part 2

my apartment complex has slowly but surely been turning from a stately stone color to obnoxious shades that could be found in the kitchen. it ranges from a lemon yellow, which is tolerable, to a mac-and-cheese orange, which isn't. now it's my section's turn to be painted. this sucks for the mayzie-dog, as she is a sit-outside-and-look-at-the-world-around-her kind of dog; she simply can't do that with paint fumes and ladders and construction workers about. so sadly, just two days after coming home with me, mayzie is going to live with rob's parents until the painting is completely over (or maybe till i move). they have a nice fenced-in yard, which she needs, so i'm sure she'll be very happy there. plus, of course i'll come visit whenever i can. maybe she really belongs to rob's parents, or to someone who will come over and meet her. i mentioned before how i felt that i had to take her home but she didn't necessarily belong to me. now she's being relocated... i hope this means she'll find her "true" home soon and be happy.

A Dog Named Mayzie

so i accidentally got a dog this weekend... i didn't mean to and i can't really afford one right now, but it just didn't seem to be an option; she was supposed to come home with me. the weird thing is that i don't think she's meant to be my dog - i think she's meant to be my mom's new pet - besides, she needs open spaces to run in, and i just can't give them to her in an apartment setting. so i guess i'm just dog-sitting until my parents come down in a few weeks...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

I Love the Fall

while i may have mixed emotions about my upcoming move, one thing i'm definitely happy about is the chance to experience fall again. it's always been my favorite season, with the air turning cooler and crisper, and the leaves bursting into colors. the last two weekends up north (or, well, north-ish... anywhere is north from here) have reminded me of this. this photo is what i'm talking about...




Trick or Treat

i went home last weekend and was promptly dragged to a community dinner in stewartstown. we used to go to these almost every month, and everyone came – although attendance has apparently dwindled quite a bit over the years. after the dinner, there was a town meeting. i was getting uncomfortable from sitting on the hard seats – and it’s not like anything that would be discussed would actually affect me – so i decided to go take a walk outside.

have you ever walked around a place and the memories seem so far away that it feels like a lifetime ago? i walked down the street where i used to trick or treat; past the fields where we would run and play when i visited my cousins; over to the house that used to be the mcgregors’. it really has been a long time since i’ve wandered in this area, but it seems even longer. i don’t know if it’s because the last year felt more like four or five, or what, but i felt kind of disconnected from the area and my memories of the place. i mean, it’s not like i’m eighty and have this vast life time of memories to pour over or anything…

anyway, there’s a house on a hill just down the road from where i was. i didn’t walk over that far, mostly because i didn’t feel like mountain climbing in cool weather and causing an asthma attack, but it was the best house to go to when trick-or-treating. not very many kids ever went up there because it was a hike – the house sat on the crest of the hill, the road in the valley below it. it didn’t matter how good of shape you were in, by the time you were halfway up, you’d be puffing and wheezing and cursing the godforsaken landscape. so why did we bother? the people who lived there understood the ridiculous amounts of effort involved, and made the trek worth our whiles; not only did they give out full-size candy bars, they packaged several of those candy bars together for each trick-or-treater who rang the bell. granted, we often had to stop and rest (and eat one of those bars) before heading back down to continue our candy culling, but it was totally worth it.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Ham!

for a few years in college, my friends dale and annie lived in a house on willie st. this was our central headquarters and crash pad. it was the closest place to walk to after a night downtown, a convenient “rest stop” between classes (when walking all the way back to my house in south park was out of the question), and just generally where we’d gravitate when we couldn’t think of anything else to do. neither john nor i had a key to the place – which, in retrospect was very odd, considering the alternative – so we became adept at breaking in through the window in the spare room. lest you think this illegal or shady, please understand that annie is the one who figured out the best method for breaking in and had us all do “trial runs” to make sure we could do it safely and effectively. (of course, the definitions of “safe” and “effective” varied in direct proportion to how much alcohol we had consumed, but that’s beside the point.)

just behind this house was a street that would occasionally shut down for a block party. this was extremely convenient, and we took advantage of it when we could. the first “official” block party (read: legal) happened sophomore year. several bands were scheduled to play throughout the evening, including kind insight, made up of fellow theatre students. while there was definitely plenty of mind-altering substances about, i only indulged in the alcoholic kind. however, because there was quite a lot of “alternative smoking” going on, i ended up with quite the contact buzz without so much as touching the stuff. so did everyone in a three block radius, probably. it didn’t take long for the munchies to set in, so john, ferruso, tony, and i set off for the dairy mart just down the hill.

okay, two bits of background info: one, wvu is built on the side of a mountain – when i say “down the hill” i’m not talking about a gentle slope on a straight road. i’m talking a winding, mountain road complete with blind turns and a steep grade. the store we were headed to was no more than a block away, but there were a few sharp twists in the road along the way. (trust me, this is imperative to the story, so just do your best to imagine it.) and two, “dairy mart” is a chain of convenience stores in the area, and they sell (or sold, anyway) fresh, warm calzones that were the best drunk food ever. the most popular calzones were the ham and cheese, and the pepperoni. they made three cheese ones too, but not as many as the others; by the end of the day, cheese calzones were hard to find.

the trip down was fairly uneventful. once there, we ordered our calzones and wandered back up to the party. there were no cheese calzones left, so john, being vegetarian, had opted for something else - probably something equally healthy like zingers and more cigarettes. i didn’t eat either ham or pepperoni at the time, so i opted for the ham and cheese; the ham was in four or five large slices and were therefore easy to take out and discard. i began the discard process as we headed back up the hill. now, remember, i’m a little tipsy with a good contact buzz going on. to entertain my friends – and myself – i took out one piece of ham at a time, yelled, “ham!” as a warning, and then tossed the ham into the street. “wouldn’t it be funny if you hit a car with that?” john asked as he laughed at me. and then on cue, as i yelled “ham!” and tossed the pork product street-ward, a small convertible emerged from behind the curve. the ham slice smacked the windshield, dead center. the convertible braked and we heard a “what the hell?” in the near distance. at this point, we were so hysterical with laughter that we had to sit down on someone’s front steps before we fell over. i couldn't hear the car coming over the sounds of mellow music and shouts and catcalls. the sun was only starting to set, so the car didn't have it's lights on for me to see. the timing was just that good. just as we started to be able to breathe again, we heard, “is that HAM? did someone throw HAM at us?” from the guys in the car. fresh laughter broke out and it took us a while to start back up the hill. it took us a lot longer to stop randomly yelling out “ham!” and bursting into giggles…

Regardless of Your Political Views...

this is sheer brilliance. but it does make some excellent points...


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Basically, Be Don Draper

i don't watch snl much anymore... there's a lot of mediocre stuff to wade through to get to the occasional strokes of comic genius. this, however, would be one of said strokes...








Monday, October 27, 2008

Grandma G's Homemade Applesauce

seriously, it’s one of the best. things. ever. she had just made a batch of it when i came in on saturday, and i sit here now, on the plane ride back, tupperware container full of tart apple-y goodness in one hand, the other hand alternatively typing and shoveling spoonfuls of it into my mouth. completely worth the entire trip home, as far as i’m concerned...

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets In

i’ve always had crazy vivid dreams. crazy, vivid, lucid dreams which allow me to be aware of what’s happening around me and change it if need be. these dreams are so real, in fact, that i have memories of things that i’m not sure really happened – not in waking time anyway. i have told amusing anecdotes only to be corrected later that those things didn’t happen at all. or i might be half way through a story only to realize that it couldn’t have happened that way, even though it’s as clear as day in my head.

i also – and please skip this paragraph if you’re not used to the weird “psychic friends network” things that i do – visit a lot in my dreams. This means that i often “wander” past other people’s dreams, sometimes stopping for a while, sometimes not. This is something i think a lot of people do, but they aren’t aware of it and/or don’t remember it. lots of times i visit with friends, or they visit me. (my favorite ever was the time rob wandered into my dream. we “walked” back to his dream, where we stood at the edge and looked in. there were all kinds of odd things happening in there including, if i remember correctly, clowns, pineapples, and monkeys. “you want to go back?” i asked, gesturing at the madness. without taking his eyes off the clowns, rob shook his head. “no, it’s weird in there. i’ll just go back to yours.”) sometimes, though, i wander through the dreams of randoms – people i don’t know, or at least not yet. these dreams have gotten more vivid lately, and easier to remember. easier to navigate too… i can wander in and out as I want, stopping if there’s something interesting to watch or do.

the dream I had the other night started out as mine, but eventually i wandered elsewhere. it’s just amazing to me how detailed the dreams are now, and how many of those details i remember. i was in my old room in my parents’ house; my mom and i were discussing how the ceiling was weakening, and how dad was in the other room getting ready to fix it. the ceiling boards in my room creaked, and i moved mom away just before they fell. We both laughed about the timing and my dad came in to put it back up. later, i was in our little loft space, helping dad patch up a leak near the skylight. it started pouring and i ran to get a bucket to catch it. the funny thing is that none of us were upset about any of this – it didn’t seem like leaks and falling-down roofs were anything to worry about. and as I caught the rain in the bucket, i remember mentioning to dad that i needed to write a blog about this, and that i could title it “fixing a hole where the rain gets in.” then we put on a beatles record (clearly) and sang along while working.

they’re very random, my dreams, but at least they’re entertaining. it’s like having my own cineplex in my head every night. too bad it doesn’t come with free movie theatre popcorn…

Saturday, October 25, 2008

I Am A Lousy Groupie

you know i love my music, and especially my live music. i also love my ridiculously talented friends who make music for us and for themselves. i go to shows when I can, dragging others with me, and i’m constantly sharing their music with others who I think might enjoy it. and i suppose i can blame it on being poor, and being a little stressed with the moving stuff, but the truth is I’ve missed the last couple of afterglow and junkie rush shows, as well as those of other assorted local bands. also – and this is the big reason that i’m a sucky groupie – i have yet to buy the new agr cd. after harassing (in good fun, of course) jeremy and eric because the cd was delayed for a few months, i find myself without it even though it’s been out for a while now. i need to get back on the ball. and what with the possible move, i need to get in as much local band time as possible. of course, maybe that just means they need to go on tour to northern Virginia…

conflicted

in my life, i generally know when to start something new, or when it’s time to give up on something. the universe generally gives me not-so-subtle hints about what I should or should not be doing; getting fired from Disney so that i could tap more strongly into empathic stuff and (more importantly) get to travel on cruise ships and meet new and awesome people is one of the more forceful nudges i’ve been given. i now seem to be at a similar place – there’s no real reason why i shouldn’t have a full time job somewhere and be able to pay my rent, except for the possibility that i’m just not meant to be here anymore. and it’s not without its safety nets… i have an awesome job offer where i’d be close to my “sister” jen, i’d be near enough to my family to visit over a weekend, and i’d be making good money.

which is why i don’t understand the inner conflict that’s happening right now.

normally when this kind of thing happens, i have no problem letting go and letting things happen. i mean, nothing bad has ever come from this kind of transition, and i’m a very roll-with-the-punches kind of girl. i’m the one who – at age 8 – after a year in morgantown, was dumbfounded by the fact that we would not be moving again. my parents wanted to give me a nice, stable location for the rest of my childhood, and all I could think was, “what? why are we staying here? there are more places to go to and experience.” so you wouldn’t think that moving would be that hard for me. i know i’ve lived in Orlando for the better part of ten years and i think of it as home, but i had no qualms about moving down here, or living on cruise ships for 5 months at a time. so why is this a difficult decision?

in truth, it’s not much of a decision at all, really. i don’t have a lot of choice. i can’t make my rent, i have money on my credit card again (after having it all paid off), and i don’t seem to be allowed to find what I need down here. and it’s not even like I have much else down here; sure, i have friends, but most of the ones that are family have moved away, leaving only one or two really close ones. plus, a year as a medically maligned hermit (ooh, I like that – “medically maligned”) has left me out of the casual friend hang-out loop. and (back to the close friends) the few, like rob, aren’t going anywhere – it will totally suck to not be able to go over to his house and catch up on tivo’d shows with him, but it’s not like we won’t probably be texting every day anyway.

so what is my deal? I’m excited about new opportunities and a new place (not to mention the possibility of working with jen on our children’s theatre), but i’m still pulling back. i need to let it go – as fred is rather fittingly singing into my ears right now - and trust the universe, i guess. i just don’t know why that’s suddenly hard to do.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Stealing Cool Stuff from Christin

christin has the best toys on her blogsite... she's got countdowns and clocks and all sorts of fun stuff. so i keep stealing them... soon, christin, my site will be just as cool as yours! [insert semi-evil laugh here]

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Fun Times in Va.

this past weekend, i went up to virginia to visit jen and chris and to see about maybe moving up there. i had an awesome time, ate some awesome food, and got to spend time with the awesome baby grayson. (although, regrettably, we never did get around to carving that pumpkin...) jen's posted some great pics on her site, but i'll leave you with one here: grayson and i reading a story about winnie the pooh...




Me... To a T...

i was playing around on my computer this morning (attempting to clean up files and whatnot) when i came across my jungian profile, something i had copied and saved for whatever reason. as i read through it, i realized why - it was a freakishly accurate description of me. so i thought i'd share... i am an INFJ - we comprise only about 1% of the population, and possess the rarest of personality types. (if you'd like to take the test yourself, you can find one here.)


INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference for closure and completion, they are generally "doers" as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be drawn.


INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.

Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function).

This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings.

Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.

In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.


hmmm.... sounds a little familiar....

Friday, October 3, 2008

No, Seriously... I Mean It

i realize that this caption won't make sense to anyone who doesn't know me and my current health issues, and that no one over on that accursed, addictive website will understand it - but i had to create it anyway...





Thursday, October 2, 2008

Reindeer Games, Indeed

i was taking pictures for a special event at the give kids the world village today; 8 busloads of employees from the gap outlet stores came in for 4 hours to do as much work as possible. i was to go from site to site and snap pictures of the volunteers as they painted, landscaped, cleaned, and had fun - to put up on both the gap and gktw websites. i love helping out there whenever i can and today was awesome - with one little exception.

i forgot that on thursdays, it's "christmas" in the village.

now, i was not staying for the festivities, and its not like i mind 900 yards of sparkly garland and fairy lights. given the chance, i can't say my own home wouldn't be festooned with said things. the problem was the music. i'm not a big christmas person, and i never really have been. i can't explain why exactly except to say that for some unknown reason, the holiday makes me sad and kind of depressed-feeling. it's not winter that does it, just christmas itself. i have no idea why this is. must be a past-life thing; who knows? anyway, i can stand the decorations and whatnot, but what bothers me the most is christmas music. more than anything else, it's the music that sets off the sadness. (again, i have no idea why.) as i've grown older, i've found it's easier to be agitated than to be sad, and so my depression due to christmas music has turned to annoyance. true story: the only "holiday" albums i find acceptable to listen to without wanting to hurl myself out a tenth story window are barenaked for the holidays by bnl, a christmas together by john denver and the muppets, and the nightmare before christmas soundtrack (which is not really a christmas album at all). and while i know "christmas is coming" by miss piggy, scooter, and gonzo is somewhere on the playlist, most of the hour-long bgm loop is filled with non-acceptable music. at some point, whilst photographing the gap volunteers, "rudolph the red-nosed reindeer" came on and i actually listened to the words and the story. i mean, of course i know all the words from elementary school plays and family sing-a-longs and all that (complete with random shouted parts in the middle), but i actively listened today and came to this conclusion:

"rudolph the red-nosed reindeer" is a stupid and wildly inaccurate song.

why? because it's a song about this reindeer who's weird and awkward and all the other reindeer make fun of him because of it. they call him stupid names that make no sense (really? pinnochio? his nose glows not grows... typical of bullies) and don't let him play monopoly. (they couldn't make him the banker? no one really wants that job anyway...) then suddenly one christmas eve it's foggy. the other reindeer complain of bad visibility and refuse to fly. "woo-hoo!" they're probably thinking, "we're off the hook this year! we don't have to lug the fat man and two gazillion pounds of toys around the world!" and then here comes rudolph, showing that, however improbably, his little red nose can light up enough sky for the rest of the 'deer to safely maneuver their way to every rooftop the world over.

"but all the other reindeer loved him!" you may cry. "they all shouted with glee!" well, sure they did; they were in front of their boss (i.e. the one that feeds and shelters them and orders grooms to keep them pampered all year long so they'll be ready for the one night out of the year that they actually have to do something) and the boss is ecstatic over the light-up nose. that means that they too must be ecstatic. but do you really think that's going to last? that deep down they're not thinking, "that little twerp! he's a big fat loser and now he'll go down in history? people are going to cheer and sing trite seasonal ditties about him? that's not fair!"? look, as a high school teacher, i am an astute observer of the social food chain and the consequences of stretching beyond your label. now, if rudolph had been smart, he'd have included some of the alpha reindeer in on the scheme. make it look like (to santa, at least) that it wasn't all him - that only with the help of the bigger, bad ass 'deer could he help. but he didn't; he made the classic outcast mistake of jumping in and saving the day - and making it obvious that it was something the others couldn't do even though they constantly professed that they were stronger and better and faster and less shiny.

look, if you love this song (and/or the classic stop-animation movie inspired by it), i'm not trying to take that enjoyment away from you. if it's a great story to you, and you can teach your children and nieces and nephews and what-have-you about the importance of one person, and how even if you don't seem to fit in, you can make a difference - then good on ya. those are lessons every child should learn, and learn well. i'm just saying that after the deliveries were over and santa popped back into oblivion for another 364 days, rudolph probably had an even rougher time of it because the other reindeer felt they had to remind him of his place. i just think they could have been a little more realistic with this scenario, that's all.

or maybe i just think too much about trivial things and over-analyze. a lot...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Look At My Face... My Face! (Or, The Cleavage Conundrum)

clearly, my body is not perfect and there are things about it that i would change if that were an option; it's not (or at least not without surgeries or extensive visits to the gym, neither of which i'm a fan of) so i deal with what i've got. if 4 1/2 years in a theatre costume shop have taught me anything, it's how to accentuate what's awesome, and hide what's not. (well, that and "never distract a freshman boy when he's attempting to use the sewing machine for the first time"... yikes) anyway, what i'm saying here is this: like anyone who's not obnoxiously narcissistic, there are things about my body that i don't particularly like. my breasts, however, never made it to this category.

why are we talking about my breasts, you ask? here's the thing: they've always been quite nice, and not really something i've ever had a problem with. they're large enough to balance out my hips and make me look proportionate, but not large enough to spill out of things or have a mind of their own.

until now.

because a side effect of 2 of the 3 meds i am currently taking is weight gain, i have indeed gained weight. not a ridiculous amount, mind you, but just enough to be thoroughly annoying and cause me to have to buy new pants. however, instead of just padding my hips and my rear like usual, the girls got some padding, too - and it's become a bit awkward. i work with kids, specifically middle and high schoolers. it's just not appropriate to be teaching and tutoring with major cleavage showing. however, i currently find myself trying on shirts that were perfectly professional and acceptable four or five months ago, and discovering that i very clearly need something over or under the garment to make it appropriate. because boys aged 12-16? they may honestly be listening to you and carrying on a conversation, but their eyes will stray if so tempted (and let's be honest, it doesn't take much - and they never really grow out of it, come to think of it, but i'm digressing). it's suddenly much more labor-intensive to dress for work. there is not only the stand-in-front-of-the-mirror check; there's also the sit-in-front-of-the-mirror check and the lean-over-in-case-this-creates-more-cleavage check and the lean-down-like-you're-grading-a-paper check. it's just ridiculous.

what a bizarre "complication" of my illness... what do i do with these things? i've already had to buy new pants, i certainly can't afford to buy new tops too...

Friday, September 26, 2008

Today's Starbucks Experience

i stopped to starbucks before work today because kavitha and i desperately deseved some cold coffee goodness. in front of me in line was a hispanic mullet. that had been carefully and professionally highlighted. with bleach blond on top of nearly black. and then i was served by a younger, slightly skinnier version of michael stipe. all in all, kind of a surreal experience...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

It's Alive!

i meant to be in bed hours ago; unfortunately, being the cusp baby that i am, i have too much virgo perfectionist in me to just slap something together. hence the 3:30 a.m. blog. as you may or may not know, i occasionally make my own jewelry, and have decided that there's no reason why i shouldn't make money from this. especially since i need more than i'm currently making. mickey, my extremely awesome massage therapist, is selling some of my stuff, and i've just put up the website. it's simple - the stupid advanced builder where you can customize more stuff is not mac-compatible - but i think it's fairly effective. if you feel the need for a piece of jewelry (for yourself or others), just go to karinarose.homestead.com. feel free to stop by and peruse and give me some feedback.

see? for a small donation, you too can feed a starving karen living in the marshlands of central florida. and you even get a keepsake necklace out of it!

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Laws of the Universe

i swear, in some cosmic rule book somewhere, there is a footnote at the bottom of a clause in the back of an index (in italics) stating that karen rose gibson, born september 20, 1976 in indianapolis, indiana, currently residing in orlando, florida (clearly, the cosmic rule book updates every few weeks to keep on top of things) may not successfully plan any events in conjunction with her birthday. i'm not sure why this is, it just... is. my mother tried arguing with me, but i proved myself right at every turn. sweet 16? spent the 4 or 5 days leading up to it in and out of the hospital with my first ever blinding and uncommonly severe migraine. didn't know if i would even be able to have my party, and half my friends didn't show because they didn't think it was still on. turning 21? that was dress/tech for arkansas bear; i was in the theatre from 8 in the morning to almost 10 at night. when we went out for drinks afterward, everyone drank faster than i did, causing me to slow down (and then stop) because my d.d.'s were all hammered and we had to get home somehow. 23? in overnight rehearsals plus working my normal shifts. for two weeks straight. 27? everybody that mattered had to work late (like till 2 in the morning) all weekend - except demasi, who took me out to dinner, but since we both worked early the next morning, we were in bed by like 10. 30? i had been planning (for close to a year and a half) to go to vegas for that birthday, but in the end, no one could work out the money or the days off, and i certainly wasn't going to someplace like vegas for the first time by myself. last year? oooh, that's a two-parter, and possibly the worst yet: a) john, dale, and i had planned to go see the cure in early september, but the band cancelled the fall tour due to illness and injuries, and didn't resume until may of this year, and 2) i woke up in the wee hours of the 20th to being violently ill, the very beginning of a sickness seems to be permanent.

now, i'm not writing this as a "poor me" blog, and i swear i'm not trying to make anyone feel guilty - this just happens every single year, no matter how much i try to thwart it. and this year, especially, i felt as though - since i had somehow survived the shittiest year ever - i deserved a weekend of birthday fun, with lots of people and activities. i really should have known better. but instead of focusing on what didn't happen, i'm going to list the good things about this weekend. (the first paragraph was just to fill you in so you know why i'm listing. background information, or exposition, if you will.)

1. rob and i discovered an amazing artist at tu tu tango's. you can look at her artwork here.

2. tu tu's makes creme brulee the way it was meant to be made - it was amazing.

3. i found not only birthday shoes, but a birthday hat as well.

4. the planet smoothie near work has a cafe; i tried it on saturday, and the chicken caesar wrap - made with chunks of fresh grilled chicken and real pita bread (like the kind gyros come in) was awesome.

5. i got a birthday massage from my massage therapist, and as such, it was a gift.

6. said massage therapist is selling some of my jewelry (more on this later).

7. as mom and i left after our massages, there was an amazingly beautiful double rainbow to greet us. it was so vivid, you could even see both bands of violet, which you can rarely see clearly.

8. me, my parents, rob's parents, and the robs had a cook-out and enjoyed a lovely evening of food and conversation and playing dominoes and deserts. there were lots of yummy desserts. (hmmm... there's a lot of food on this list...)

9. rob's dad make one of his famous cheese balls for the occasion. (ok, apparently much of what's good in my world consists of tasty treats...)

so, good stuff there... as i've learned in the past year, it's all about perspective, and i need to find the most positive one and stick with it. it's the best way to survive.

Shaving Cream to the Rescue, Part Deux

it appears that the shaving cream works! the port wine is gone, and there is no discoloration in the area. actually, it's a bit better looking than if i'd just used carpet cleaner... i wonder if i should just go with shaving cream when it's time to move out...

(thanks to steve for reminding me that i had promised a part 2... with my parents in town, i had totally forgotten!) :o)

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I Am Officially the MOST Professional Girl Ever...

because i successfully applied fake eyelashes in a car moving through orlando traffic. i am good. :o)

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Shaving Cream to the Rescue, Part 1

a little bit ago i spilled some port wine on the carpeting. (stupid hips. always causing problems...) and to be honest, for a minute there i wasn't sure what was more upsetting: the fact that i now had to somehow get rid of a wine stain, or that i wasted a very good (and a bit expensive) port. i have no idea how to clean that up, but luckily i have a cable modem and a mac. i went to ask.com and posed my question to jeeves. (and, sidebar, i really kind of miss jeeves. i liked the pretense of a butler standing by to answer my questions. and yes, i know i'm a dork, shush.) several home remedies included things that i did not have: hydrogen peroxide, certain types of carpet/tile cleaners, blue dawn dishwashing liquid (does it have to be the blue kind? what if you only have, say, yellow?). however, i found one suggestion that required something i did have - shaving cream. now, granted, it's aveeno sensitive skin cream with aloe, but i was running out of options.

so i squirted the shaving cream onto the carpet, rubbed it in, and attempted to clean it up. i totally forgot how much shaving cream foams up as i usually just use soap. at this point the carpet is saturated, but there doesn't seem to be a violent scarlet blemish there anymore. which means that either a) the shaving cream worked like a dream - and who would've thought? or b) i've simply diluted the port and the whole section is actually a nice shade of pink. we'll have to see in the morning.... i'll keep you posted...