eeep

If I had xanax right now, I believe I might be gobbling it up. I'm all nervous and social-anxiety-like!! I feel that lump in my throat and can't quite swallow, even though I'm drinking a big glass of water at the moment. (And eating butterfingers. Mmm. Butterfinger. Fun size! Everything should come in fun size, really.)

The cause for the anxiety: After posting that most recent update blogpost here, I updated my FB status to inform all my former blogbuddies(tm) that I'd actually posted something here. I don't even know if you all are still here on blogger; it's been since last summer that I poked around and caught up on all your blogs. Anyway, then, I had a few different current friends comment/message me asking about this blog. So, I told them about it. One in particular, my new friend Noah (whose pic I posted with me in that last entry) and now I am feeling all verklempt! Because so much of this blog encompasses my "old" life, and he is part of my "new" life, and seeing as how we are still new friends, I don't really know how he'll take to reading about all that former life stuff. Eeeep!

I did make him promise to read from the very beginning in 2004 (poor guy, lol) and all the comments too, since the comments are where the conversation happens. :-)

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bo do di oh!

hello blog. my life is so rEdiculously different from what it was when this blog was really active that it seems almost silly to keep writing in it. But every now and then I re-read some of my old posts and I crack myself up (yes, yes I do), so I figure it would be a loss to society for me to scrapit all. You're welcome.

I have much updating to do. My sidebar links. My profile. My avatar. Eh, well those were never my own legs in the first place, so I guess they can stay.

I am at Porter's right now. Drinking a martini. Yes a martini, not multiple martinis. Shut up. In fact, I'm drinking this one so damn slowly that I had to add an ice cube from my water glass to it because it got warm. And warm martinis are the worst thing in the world. Even worse than Syphillis. (I'd imagine.)

A great jazzy version of "Moondance" just came on the house music here. Love it. But not as much as I love this version from the movie "August Rush."

I don't totally love Porter's, but it's open on Sundays which is a major plus. Since it's currently Sunday. They have a great patio, that I'd be on right this moment except that it is still a billion degrees outside. Plus, I couldn't see my computer monitor in the bright sunlight. Priorities, y'all. Also, there is a waitress here that is pretty adorable. I don't even know her for reals, but I see her every single time I come here and she is so sweet. (No, I haven't gone gay on you; stop thinking that.) Once, I discovered her on facebook and was a temporary stalker. She is apparently an ex-girlfriend of a former MF employee (the company I work for) who is a friend of a friend of mine. Ha. That's how I stumbled upon her profile. How silly.

Okay. I'm going to end this post of complete non-coherence (totes not a word) (or is it?) with a little photo montage of anything recent I might have on my computes here. Just for you.

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A most recent pic of me.

Just last week at Wild River with forum friends.

I don't like the fact that I'm about to stuff my face in this pic,

but I do like the way my boobs look.

(just bein honest here...)

A few months ago. The obligatory emo-tinged self-portrait.

I should put this on myspace.

If I still used myspace ever.

Mackie making a heartfelt friend through

the car window in the Target parking lot.

So sweet. Yup, Mackie's still around.

But he spends most of his time with Mike nowadays.

He is a joint custody dog.

My niece Ella and I. At the ice rink at Lithia Park in February.

The one and only time I've ever actually held her,

I'm pretty sure.

It was awkward.

My new friend Noah and I a couple weeks ago.

No, he is not a boyfriend.

Stop asking me that.

Mmmm Thai Pepper.

Rice with peanut sauce.

Tiger Roll.

Martini.

Book.

See, not everything's changed. ;-)

Me and my pop at the summit of Roxy Ann a few months ago.

I totally bagged that little peak, haha.

*&#^(@(**^#!!!!!!!

Somebody stole my bike seat!!!!!!!

das Rad

Got a new bike! My free new bike! This is so exciting. It is a brand new Huffy Cruiser. That means it doesn't have any fancy gears or stuff like that and it has a retro sort of look. It's bright blue and I love it. LOVE it. My parents and I went to these elderly people's condo to get it (friends-of-friends sort of acquaintance) and I did have to hang around for about an hour while they all chatted. (feeling very much like a little kid) But I figure that polite waiting around is a very good price for a free bike! 

We put the new bike on the roof (my dad has bike racks on both the family cars year-round, lol), drove to their house, where he proceeded to help me tinker around with tuning the bike all up (even though it was brand new and in fine condition already, haha). He's way into serious cycling and Harleys, so basically has a whole bike shop in his garage with anything my silly little bike could've needed. We oiled the chains, waxed and buffed the whole thing so it wouldn't rust, tightened all the screws, etc. So cute.

Then he and I rode together to Moore's bike shop (he on one of his fancy-schmancy bikes) so I could buy a bike lock since I don't live in the particularly safest neighborhood. That was fun. There was a group of men, guys he's ridden with lots over the last few decades, there at the shop getting ready to go out on their weekly Saturday Noon Ride and I could tell my dad really wanted to join them. But he stuck with me until we turned separate directions to our homes. 

Then, after being home for a bit, I decided to get out again, since it's perfect weather today.  I rode to Subway for lunch and then went to the sprint store and reactivated the used Treo my dad gave me a few weeks ago.  I loved my treo (remember Josh?), but it died thoroughly last summer.  I'm really hard on electronics.  

By the time I was heading toward home, I was feeling about done with bike riding for the day.  Gotta work up to it, I know.  Even the littlest hills find me working hard, haha.

In other news, I have black hair now.  Blackblackblack!!  Fun:

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burnt

Hi.

I went to see the movie "Fireproof" tonight.

That might've not been the best idea, considering my current state of life.

Oh well. I'm still glad I went. And I'm very, very glad and amazed that this movie is in major theaters all over the country. I saw it at Tinseltown here in Medford.

not so smurftastic

Remember long ago when I blogged about smurfs? (Of course you don't remember...it was over 3 years ago, haha!)

Well, I'm lookin pretty smurfy this very moment. My fingers are blue! So are a little bit of my forearms and some splatters on my knee. Also blue is my bathroom floor and mat. It is like a smurf exploded in my tiny toilet room.

Here's the story: I've been away from my mini-home for the last 8 days. Housesitting. I got back today after work around 6:45 p.m. and noticed that my toilet looked GROSS. Now, I keep a pretty clean house--I have a spray bottle of bleach always nearby in the bathroom and kitchen, am constantly wiping up surfaces, and am clutter's worst enemy. There was no reason for my toilet to look so gross, and even worse, it was unnaturally gross-looking, not just your average dirty-toilet-grossness. Greenish brown water and scummy. (I know, disgusting, sorry, but I promise it's not grossness due to, umm, human waste. Keep reading.) So I instantly flushed the toilet and reached for the spray bottle and scrub brush and the mucky water started flowing out of crevices I didn't even know a toilet had! Eeeep! Not over the top of the seat like when you need a plunger, but like a leaky roof coming through the seams.

So, I opened the tank lid and prepared for the worst. This is SO not my favorite kind of adventure. I deduced that the culprit must be the the two little tablets of blue and white automatic cleaner I put in there a month-ish ago. Y'know, this:


Disaster! While fishing around in the tank of murky greenish brownish-ness (YUCK!), I found a little sliver of the white tablet remaining and threw that away. No sign of the dark blue one except for the odd consistency and color of the water. My scientific hypothesis is that it did not dissolve correctly and that is the source of my problem. Too bad I'm not still in college; I could write a whole paper about this.


So, my remedy? I flushed and flushed and flushed. And flushed and flushed and flushed. And flushed. Trying to get the blue gunk all flushed away. (the neighbors must think I'm terribly ill right this evening! I didn't even consider that until just this second!) Eventually the water started running a bit clearer (running in the toilet bowl and, yes, still running seeping out the cracks. Hence my blue fingers as I tried to stop it up.)

The conclusion of this story? Don't buy 2000 Flushes Blue Plus Bleach! Actually, who am I to say? It might work out great on your potty. (yep, I said it. Potty.) In the past I've always loved these kind of things (as much as a person can love a toilet-cleaning-tablet, I suppose.) Maybe the mechanisms of my toilet in my new old mini-home are just too old to handle such high-tech products as automatic toilet cleaners. Bummer.


I really hope my fingers aren't still blue after a shower. I've scrubbed and scrubbed with fresh water and soap to no avail. It's not like their gross from the toilet---as they say at 2000flushesbrand.com, the blue is working on my fingers to "Kill Bacteria and Keep Your Bowl Sparkling Blue, Sanitary, and Deodorized."

one day, twelve hours

In response to Emily's comment on my last blog post:

Stupid two-thousand-three-hundred-and-eighty-one miles.


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:-(

Sometimes I am reallyreally sad. And I get annoyed at mackie for not commiserating with me more. And then I have to remind myself... he's just a dog. He can only expected to be so much to any one person, whether that person is me, or Mike, or my mom, or anyone else.

That dog sure serves an awfully high purpose, considering all the burdens so many of us share with him.

I'm just really, really sad. And mackie's the only one I really, really cry in front of.

sentence

It's official -- I am now a permanent dweller of cubicle-land. My plan was to remain temporary and unattached to the people, the place, the job.

Shoot.

I'd think most people would be pretty happy about getting a job so quickly. Well, if I have to have an office job (which, apparently, I do), then I guess this is a pretty good one.

Just don't expect me to start collecting KNICK-KNACKS for my cube decorating. It'll never happen! Heh. Though I did splurge (woohoo) and purchased a squishy wrist-wrest thingamabob this morning so I don't get carpaltunnel or whatever that evil disease is. And I brought a coaster from home to put my ever-present (or so it seems these days) diet coke on. And I'm thinking about creating a fun musical wallpaper for my two monitors. And so it begins...








In other news, Jen Chapin seems to be my current fave singer. I heard her talking about the musical play "The Blue Flower" on broadwaybullet (a podcast) several months ago and fell in love with her singing the song "Eiffel Tower". It's kind of a tear-my-heart-up sort of nostalgic type song, even though I've never been to the Eiffel Tower. It's not really even about the Eiffel Tower. Honestly, I don't even know why it's called that. :-) Anyway, I was listening to her (and similar singers, so the geniuses [genii?] at pandora decide are similar] on pandora recently, and now have TWO songs of hers that I love. Here's the second one:

scoots

Just for scoots (and anyone else).

Look, it's not just a song for memories! It's a song for grown-up happiness and nostalgia, too! (Unless you're one of those that doesn't like to see originals "tainted"... :-)



I think now that I don't have TV, I'm getting way more interested in online videos, haha.


And then, of course, the original! :

poodleish

My friend erinpez might be the best music-picker in the world. Seriously. Once she made me two mix CDs -- "Meagan's Mellow Mix" and "Moody Music, aka It's Not That Easy Bein' Blue". Treasures. I have her myspace page open in another window right this moment intentionally just so I can listen to her profile song over and over again. It's "Guaranteed" by Eddie Vedder from Into the Wild. I don't even know what that is, but I like it. It seems like the music she chooses is without fail just right for each moment. A while ago she had a youtube video linked on her blog that I watched 5 times in one sitting. Just sitting there, crying, watching Gonzo and his other muppet buddies singing around a campfire. Then she took it off. (grrr!) On my blog-catching-up-rampage of the other day, I tried to go back to that post of hers and youtube told me it was gone. I'm gonna go try to find it on youtube right now. BRB....

Ah yes, here it is....


(hmmm, first time I've posted a video in my blog. We'll see if it works...) (hmm, it's kind of quiet, turn your speakers up.) (hmm, I use way too many parenthesis.) (way too many "hmm"s, too.)


I can just see Erin living her life there out in the wilderness of Yellowstone Park along to this fabulous soundtrack I get little snippets of here and there from her in the wilderness of the internet.
(not quite sure why little Mr Bill is there with her on that rock...I bet there's an entertaining story behind that... :-)

I miss you, Erin!








In other news, today I acquired a really, really, cooooooollll fan (haha, a "cool" fan) from the lobby of my building. It had been left in that unofficial and illegal location by the mailboxes where people occasionally leave random junk -- old printers, monitors, lampshades, magazines, etc. -- that they don't want to go to all the hassle (sarcasm) of craigslisting it or something, but are too lazy or green or trashy to just put it in the dumpster. So usually seeing something there just pisses me off and reminds me that I have trashy neighbors. But when I saw this I snatched it up immediately and surreptitiously whisked it up to my place. Yipee! One less reason to use the money-gulping AC! (Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. That just reminded me of the musical Tanya and I are going to write one day. Called "Gulp.")

cubicleland

40 hours a week, this is now my life:

Cubicle Sweet Cubicle.

anybodys

Today I have read a bajillion and three posts attempting (and failing) to catch up with all my blogbuddies. That's right, those of you listed in my sidebar here, I've been poking around your blog today, every one of you. Katie, Erin, Scoots, Emily, Katiepez, Dinglemunch, Nicole, Jim, Phoenix, DavidAmulet. Fun!

This week I have been facility managing for a performance at the Performing Arts Center that I used to run. I'm just filling in this time, making some yummy money. The show is "West Side Story", which I'm sure you've all heard of. "West Side Story" done by teenagers. Holy george orwell, that's a lot of potential for crap. But they do have pro director, choreographer, and stage manager. And their performances are actually kinda okay. Not enough so that I want to sit through three performances of it, by any means! Therefore, that explains why I have read all your blogs today. I've missed them. I've missed YOU!

The girl who is singing Maria in this production has a very sweet, very Maria-ish mid-range voice and then when she goes any higher than like a B, oh my freaking gosh, it hurts my ears. Nasally like crazy. I do not understand why her musical director did not request she do it differently and work with her on that. Yes, I know this is a kids production, but still, that is so easy to improve.

Two of my original blogbuddies, Tanya and David (neither of them are on blogger anymore, they blog still though on myspace and/or facebook) are in town and are coming to my show tomorrow. Eeeep!!! That makes me so happy. And also a little apprehensive just because I've been so out of touch with both of them for so long. Out of touch besides basic little "hello, how ya doin" comments here and there, that is. Either way, it will be fun for myself and for our whole cast (all of 2) to see them. I'm doing "john & jen" on an outdoor stage at an organic farm, gardens, gourmet restaurant. Very cool venue, this is the 6th show I've done there over the years and, even though it is very much macgyver-style theater, it's still a special place.

I've hired three student technicians for this "West Side Story" I was talking about a paragraph ago. A few minutes ago they just came into the office and pulled me away from this highly important task of blogging to come explore the hidden depths of the theater with them. At first I was honored that they wanted to hang out with me, but then I remembered that I am the one with the all-access keys and the flashlight. Heh. So we went on an adventure peeking through holes in the catwalks and discovering pathways, unlocking doors that they'd never seen unlocked before, discovering there was nothing behind those doors except HVAC misc, open space, and a stray can of chew (which was terribly comical to them). We decided it must be one of the custodians secret hiding places. We shone my flashlight through a crevice between two walls in the amplifier power alcove and discovered a vast open area that they are now determined to find a way to get to. Good luck, psychos, I said. (That's what I call all kids--psychos.)

Have I told you before about how the automatic toilets in this place sometimes flush all on their own? I think I have. Fuh-reaky!

Anybody want to buy a puppy coat? I have one for sale. :-) Mackie is now 22 pounds. He has grown up to be a monster shih tzu.

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Eeep! Alien Invasion!

Look what just happened to Charlotte! I'm just contentedly typing away and the screen goes all pretty blue & purple mattress-pattern frozen!

Is this the new, artistic version of BSOD?

attention

I am so beyond hopeless in the kitchen.

I just tried to open a can of pears using the garlic press.

muffins

I bought my first Spanx today. If you don't know what that is (if so, you are most likely a male), then you might as well browse on over to the next blog right about now.

Woohoo what an adventure. It was seriously hard work getting this thing on. I'm sure Mackie was quite entertained as he watched my various contortions. First one leg, then the next, then pull, stretch, shimmy, adjust. Oh my gosh. Is this really worth it? We'll find out once I put the rest of the clothes on and see if there's any difference. :-D

Ha. All these things to make it easier not to exercise and eat right. Life sure is weird.

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mein haus

Mackie and I just got home from a lovely little 2.5-day trip to Portland. I stayed with Katie and that was so very sweet to me, because it has been years since I've been there to stay with her. Lately, it's always been a hotel with Mike. This trip, I drove up there instead of flying (because I wanted to bring Mackie) and basically just did a lot of visiting with friends. Nothing particularly life-shattering (besides, of course, the fabulous Gustav's fondue) nor introspective. Just...mellow.

I bought a pillow at Ikea last night. Therefore, I am SO excited to go to bed tonight after my show.

Got home, got the car unpacked (wow, I bought a lot of random little stuff at Ikea and Trader Joe's :-), opened all the mail (2 new books! Yay!), and am now sitting at my desk catching up on all my friends' updates via facebook, blogger, myspace, mtf, etc. and listening to all the wonderful new mellow music I "stole" from Katie--Jack Johnson, Regina Spektor, KT Tunstall, Five o Clock People. Nice.

Oh yeah, and I'm in my robe. I instantly changed clothes the second I got home. I have to be at the theater in Ashland in about 90 minutes. I should really start getting dressed eventually. :-)

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apples

I just got home from a fun late night (after the show) of playing "Apples to Apples" with the Boyz. What a great new game! I've heard it mentioned many times, but this is the first time I've played it. It might be right up there with "Catch Phrase" to me. ;-) (everyone who's been to parties at my house knows how much I love "Catch Phrase")


Mackie just ate an earplug.

Q street

I'm watching Johnny & The Sprites right now. It is terribly annoying. But man, oh man, John Tartaglia is just oh so cute!

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p.s. John Tartaglia is the original Rod from the Broadway musical Avenue Q.

p.p.s. The title of this mini-blog post is "Q Street" because Mike overheard a woman on an airplane a couple years ago going on and on about this musical "Q Street" (it's actually called "Avenue Q") and how terribly unappropriate it is. Hahaha

mice

For Christmas I got a wireless mouse. I love it. But....

Big problem with wireless mouse: I keep losing it.