Archive for September, 2008

Today’s Twitters

  • 07:44 @gypsygrrl Everything I read says to be patient and ride it out. I lost 16% in my 401k. Like me, it’s down now but it shall rise! #
  • 07:45 Since Joe’s been gone, the only thing I feed the dogs is dog food, dog biscuits and rawhide chews. OK, so Scout ate lentils one night #
  • 07:46 that was not my fault. Anyway, he was farting again last night. I think it’s the dog biscuits. If it were the food he’d fart constantly. #
  • 07:47 So I’ll stop giving him biscuits, see if that makes a difference. I wouldn’t mind the farting so much if he didn’t put his butt by my face. #

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Taking a break

I need to take a break from blogging for a while. Life is difficult right now, and I’ve got too much on my plate.  I’ll still be reading, and may have something to say every now and then, but don’t expect to see much here for a little bit.

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Today’s Twitters

  • 17:40 The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. #

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Today’s Twitters

  • 17:11 A dog who gets on the table–too weird. I had a little covered bowl with some leftover curried lentils on the table. He ate it. #
  • 17:12 the lentils and the bowl, not the table. #

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I saw this at Pop Sensation, and decided to play along, since it’s a slow day today.

If your life were a movie, what would the soundtrack be?

1. Open your music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc).
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every category (see below), type the song that’s playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool.

Here are the categories, and my results / responses:

Opening credits: Our Last Summer – Mamma Mia! soundtrack.  Starting off with nostalgia? Doesn’t that seem a little, well, odd? Of course, it could be argued that I’m a little (or a lot) odd, so perhaps it all fits.

Waking up: Indian Reservation – Paul Revere & The Raiders. Well, I am part Cherokee. And I can be pretty foul-tempered sometimes in the mornings, although I’ll never match up to the Incomparable Izzybella, who once slugged our brother’s friend when he dared to say “good morning, sunshine” on the first day of school.

[apparently we flash back to my childhood now…]

First day of school: Seasons of Love – Original Broadway Cast Recording, Rent. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a year? In being a suck-up to the teachers, in getting bullied by the people who hated suck-ups, in either being crazy about doing homework or totally avoiding it, in coming up with incredibly creative ways to deal with punishments meted out by teachers. Ah, school.

Falling in love: San Francisco – The Weepies. “I’m gonna stay high, lie low.” It’s a love song of sorts, so I guess it works here. Not what I would have chosen, of course.

First love song: The Luckiest – Ben Folds.  Awww! I love this song! “I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.” I love Ben Folds’s cussing songs, and I love the sweet, tender way he does this one.

Breaking up – I’m the Only One – Melissa Etheridge.  You stupid git! You’re breaking up with me, when I’m the only one who’d walk across a fire for you! Or is that why you’re breaking up, ’cause I’m crazy enough to walk across a fire? Okay, seriously, I never walked across a fire, but I did once break a board with my hand. No kidding! It was fun! And if you ever break up with me again, I’ll do it again! (breathes heavily) Okay. I’m calm now.

Prom – I Want to Be Alone – Green Day. I didn’t really have a boyfriend then. I had a huge crush on the guy I invited to prom, and we had a so-so time. (He went to another school, which is why I invited him, instead of waiting to be invited.) He was a sweetie, of course, but he in turn had a huge crush on one of our mutual friends. It was a little bizarre. But then, much of my life is. Bizarre, I mean, and not in a small way. But I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to have the prom experience that everyone assured me was an essential part of growing up.

Mental breakdown – Star Dust – Louis Armstrong Orchestra. This jazzy instrumental doesn’t remind me at all of a mental breakdown. It’s so nice and upbeat. How about we reverse this one with the prom song, and then you’d totally have it right.

Driving – Stop Thinking About It – Joe Ramone.  “Nothing lasts forever and nothing stays the same.” So you may as well drive since everything’s going to change.

Flashback – Hotel Song – Regina Spektor. “Come in, come in, come into my world I’ve to to show, show show you.” With dreams of orca whales and owls, this could lead to a fantastic flashback. I used to have an enormous poster of a humpback whale in my office at the University of Utah. It freaked me, to be honest. It was so enormous, and it made me feel small and insignificant.

Getting back together – Mama Tried – Randy Travis (or, as my husband calls him, Randy Travers).  “I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole.” Um, no. Not really. Well, the life without parole part, sure, if you look at life as a prison sentence. But not literally. Not stone walls and iron bars prison.

Wedding – Eskimo – Damien Rice. “I look to my Eskimo friend when I’m down, down, down.”  Not very weddingish, is it, unless your spouse is an Eskimo. Mine’s not. Mine’s a Polish Yankee. Of course, “our song” is Proud Mary (the CCR version, not the Tina Turner version), so who am I to complain about this song?

Birth of child – Paper Moon – Erin McKeown.  This is my favourite version of another song I’ve loved for years. “It’s only a paper moon, sailing over a cardboard sea. But it wouldn’t be make-believe if you were here with me.” Yeah, that’s a good way to describe my feelings about my children, since they’re not here.

Final battle – The Mummers’ Dance – Loreena McKennitt. “And so they linked their hands and danced Round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends When all the shades are gone.” I guess that means I won my final battle, which is nice.

Death scene – Bad Dreams – Joni Mitchell. I like the song, but I don’t think it particularly fits my death scene. Doesn’t work for me, really. “Bad dreams are good In the great plan.”

Funeral song – Do You Realize?? – The Flaming Lips. Okay, now this one is a cool funeral song. “And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know You realize that life goes fast It’s hard to make the good things last You realize the sun doesn’t go down It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.”

End credits – Lie Lie Lie Lie – Chumbawamba. “Your life is a dream, and then you wake up.” Cool! That’s sort of how I think of life, sometimes, as a dream and one of these days I’ll wake up and life will be something altogether different.

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Today’s Twitters

  • 18:06 Scout’s lying on the bed next to me, sound asleep, blissfully farting away. #
  • 18:22 Woof! That smells horrible! It’s true, you know, what they say about dog farts. #
  • 09:14 @gypsygrrl 😦 That seriously bites. ((((((hugs)))))))) #

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Today’s Twitters

  • 12:35 @gypsygrrl Break a leg, babe! (Unless you already had your exam, in which case don’t break your legs or arms, but let me know how you did) #
  • 12:35 Had an earache for about 5 weeks, and still having pressure problems with the ear. Should I go to the doctor? #
  • 09:29 @gypsygrrl Congrats! I knew you’d do just fine. 🙂 #
  • 09:29 razzberries! i’m relaying messages back and forth between two people, when it’d be easier if they’d talk to each other. grrr! #

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Have you ever had a reaction that was so completely out of proportion to the event that triggered it that you couldn’t figure out where it came from?

When I left work at 4, I was in a fantastic mood. I’d decided to buy a new crockpot and see if I could find anything cheap and interesting at Half-Price Books. So I stopped there first, and got a French phrase-book, a Three Investigators book in Spanish, and an old pulp fiction novel that was on clearance for a buck. Then I merrily wended my way to Target, literally whistling all the way there.  I found a great crockpot, one that automatically switches to “keep warm” after the selected cooking time has completed, and it was only $25. I got a few groceries–a bag of black beans, a bag of pinto beans, a bag of lentils, some tomatoes, a lovely acorn squash, and a few other sundry items–and went to stand in line. I chatted with my favourite checker while he rang up my groceries, and headed out to the car.

As I was walking to the car, I was immediately behind another woman. When she stopped her cart, I saw that our cars were nose to nose. I was going to go around the other side of her vehicle to get to my car, but it looked like it was too narrow for the cart to pass through. I cheerfully and politely asked if I might slip past her, and she said that I would have to wait for her to unload her groceries first. 

I was completely stunned by that. It would have put her out to move her cart to one side so that she could let someone through (someone who, incidentally, was trying to avoid the possibility of scraping her car)? We were close to the grassy area at the end of the lot, so I just went all the way around, fuming the entire time. I grumbled as I loaded my items in the car, and was really quite rude. I don’t think she heard me. Now granted that it wouldn’t have been a big deal for her to move her cart, and granted that it also wasn’t a big deal for me to go around the grassy area, but when I got into my car and thought about it, I was truly ashamed that I’d gotten so angry over nothing. And when I say angry, I mean I was absolutely livid.

I don’t get why people can’t be courteous to each other. (I include myself in that, so please don’t think I’m sitting here on my high horse criticizing everyone in the world.) If someone had asked me if they could go past me, I’d most likely have said sure, and moved my cart out of the way. While I was standing in line, a guy in another line made a huge, ugly noisy scene, and my usually cheerful checker was visibly disturbed by it, as were the other customers in line. He was so angry, and so determined to make sure that his righteous anger was made known to the staff that he made a huge scene and ended up embarrassing himself (not that he was embarrassed, but you know what I mean). And then I end up having the same reaction myself in the parking lot, even if I wasn’t yelling and screaming. I was just as ugly as I could be.

I don’t get it. I don’t know where that came from, but I hope I don’t see that side of myself again. It was scary.

A half hour later I’m calm, and now I’m going to go cook some lentils. Yummmmmm.

And ma’am, wherever you are, I really am sorry that I was so nasty. I hope you didn’t hear me; if you did, please forgive me. And I’ll try never to do that again.

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Pop Sensation

You’ve got to go read this blog. Seriously.

Have I ever steered you wrong? Of course not!

Oh, and don’t read it if you’re somewhere that laughing aloud, snorting, braying, whatever, will get you in trouble or embarrass you. I’m just sayin’.

Edited to add: Here’s a post that illustrates the best (and worst) of this site. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll hurl. And then you’ll keep reading the archives.

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This weekend I saw one play and two movies, one of which was at the theatre and the other of which was at home on DVD.

First the play: Annie Get Your Gun, at Theatre Arlington. Izzy kept telling me, over and over and over, that she has a girl crush on Jenny Thurman, who stars as Annie Oakley. And I can definitely see why. Thurman has character in spades, and a gorgeous singing voice that can go from husky to pure to sexy, and that’s just in one song. I was crushing on Jim Johnson as the appealing Frank Butler. If you’re in the DFW area, you really should call for reservations and go see this play. I sent Joe to go on Saturday night, and he liked it as much as Izzy and I did.

Then the theatre movie: Tropic Thunder.  This movie is just wrong in so many ways. More than once I caught myself laughing at something just before telling myself that I can’t believe I was laughing at that. It pokes a LOT of fun at actors, and Tom Cruise does a delicious job of poking fun at himself.  Unless you have an exceptionally strong stomach, this isn’t an eating movie. So if you just have to have popcorn with your movie, you might want to get there early enough that you’ve got time to eat popcorn during the pre-movie show, the ads, and the trailers. I’m just sayin’.

Then the DVD movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Until Elle told me she hadn’t seen it, I had pretty much assumed everyone had seen it. So I made her watch it. She didn’t complain. Too much. 😀

Okay, next, I also did some reading.  I had some brain candy in the form of two Body of Evidence books by Christopher Golden (Head Games and Skin Deep).  It’s an entertaining series, and I enjoyed them. I’m also 2/3’s of the way through Charlatan: America’s most dangerous huckster, the man who pursued him, and the age of flimflam. Gentlemen, is your manhood failing you? Why not get a pair of goat testicles implanted? You think I’m joking, don’t you? Well, for some years in the early part of the 20th century, a man styling himself Dr. Brinkley did just that, and got fantastically wealthy by doing so. He was pursued by Dr. Fishbein. I can’t tell you what happened in the end, because, as I said, I’m 2/3’s of the way through the book. It’s a fascinating read, though, and I’m planning to finish it tonight. I also started reading Atonement, as I liked the movie so much. However, I’m not a fan of McEwan’s writing style. I sort of doubt I’ll finish that one. And the best book I’ve read this weekend was Tweak (growing up on methamphetamines) by Nic Sheff.  It’s a painstakingly honest memoir detailing his relapse after a year of sobriety, and then in and out of sobriety. It’s a gut-wrenchingly good book.

How was y’all’s weekend?

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