"A Proust Questionnaire is a questionnaire about one's personality first popularized by the responses given by french writer Marcel Proust."
Here are my answers to some of the questions that Proust answered and some that appear monthly on the last page of Vanity Fair.
What is your favorite occupation?
Rocking. No question.
What is your principle defect?
The inability to think of one.
What is your most marked characteristic?
A marked propensity for procrastination and sloth. (That's from a poem my grandma taught me, typical Bessy Bad Ass)
What is your favorite color?
Right now - the orange glow of a lit up pumpkin. Ask me again in a month or so and it will be pine tree green.
In what country would you like to live?
Holland - Yesh! With the Dutch
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Eating a big meal and still being hungry afterward.
What quality do you most value in a friend?
The ability to speak their mind.
To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
Indulgence.
Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Who would you have liked to be?
A great hero of fiction.
What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?
Never finding any sort of life anywhere else in the universe. (wow, nerdy answer)
What is your idea of earthly happiness?
Never being bored for a second.
What would you like to be?
A mother fucking rock star.
How would you like to die?
Ideally it would not involve a plane crash.
What natural gift would you most like to possess?
The ability to be quiet for longer than 5 minutes.
What is your motto?
"Nothing is fucked here dude."
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Office Statements
Yeah, Those are my half empty Diet Peach Snapple Iced Teas in the community refrigerator. All three of them.
What of it?
What of it?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Love.
Via IM while finishing up work today:
Jon: So what are you thinking for dinner?
Me: I don't know, I would really love some breaded chicken of some sort.
Jon: Ooooo. Yes indeed. We can go to the store. Hey - Good Monday Night Football game on tonight!! You may need to break out the jersey honey.
Me: Nice. I am like so excited.
Jon: Colts are playing the last undefeated team- The Titans.
Me: Oh, well in that case I might just leave right now.
Jon: I might just leave you right now if you don't stop your fair-weather-fanning, Honey.
Jon: So what are you thinking for dinner?
Me: I don't know, I would really love some breaded chicken of some sort.
Jon: Ooooo. Yes indeed. We can go to the store. Hey - Good Monday Night Football game on tonight!! You may need to break out the jersey honey.
Me: Nice. I am like so excited.
Jon: Colts are playing the last undefeated team- The Titans.
Me: Oh, well in that case I might just leave right now.
Jon: I might just leave you right now if you don't stop your fair-weather-fanning, Honey.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
A matter of morality and mortality.
This morning after Jon had taken the dogs outside he came back in and told me about how the neighbor's cats, two of them, were outside together and they were tormenting what could have been either a big mouse or a somewhat cute rat. The mouse-rat was on top of a hedge and the cats had essentially set up a stake-out under this very same hedge in an effort to say "You can run but you can't hide, Sucka".
Interesting, I thought. And then I completely moved on with my day.
When we got home from dinner tonight we walked by the hedge outside our house and there was a rat on top of it and both of the neighbor's cats had it pinned just as Jon had described 8 hours earlier.
He felt compelled to help the little creature out. He says that he was thinking:
I don't think I can handle letting this rat die right now- he is sitting on this bush like this furry-living creature about to die.
DISGUSTINGLY long tail.
So when Jon asked me to run inside to grab a towel so that he could throw it on top of the rat (can this story possibly be real) so that he could take it to the front yard and into safety, I said Fuck Yeah I think you should do it. Save this vulnerable creature's life. And I am about 98% certain that that was the wine talking.
But when he went to grab the towel the disgusting creature was nowhere to be found. It was dark out, we couldn't see anything at all below the top of the hedge or beyond it so all we could do was point and aim the flash of my camera under it and hope it would show that THE RAT was still alive. And I don't know...At first I didn't see anything...But then I got to thinking I could see the rat in the middle right of this photo...
Interesting, I thought. And then I completely moved on with my day.
When we got home from dinner tonight we walked by the hedge outside our house and there was a rat on top of it and both of the neighbor's cats had it pinned just as Jon had described 8 hours earlier.
He felt compelled to help the little creature out. He says that he was thinking:
I don't think I can handle letting this rat die right now- he is sitting on this bush like this furry-living creature about to die.
DISGUSTINGLY long tail.
So when Jon asked me to run inside to grab a towel so that he could throw it on top of the rat (can this story possibly be real) so that he could take it to the front yard and into safety, I said Fuck Yeah I think you should do it. Save this vulnerable creature's life. And I am about 98% certain that that was the wine talking.
But when he went to grab the towel the disgusting creature was nowhere to be found. It was dark out, we couldn't see anything at all below the top of the hedge or beyond it so all we could do was point and aim the flash of my camera under it and hope it would show that THE RAT was still alive. And I don't know...At first I didn't see anything...But then I got to thinking I could see the rat in the middle right of this photo...
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Taking Charge
So, adding new things to my diet and learning to cook a bit more are just parts of a larger trend of trying to be more aware of my decisions. I'd like to spend more money at the grocery store and less money at various restaurants each night (lunch is not going anywhere, my taco truck tacos hold my life together). I'd like to be able to say that because of that transition I have been able to put some money aside even, in the Savings Account that I, like a big girl, have the ability (or so I've heard) to create. FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY, I say! Which at least temporarily means no $200 Burberry flats.
I have already mentioned being more organized and this applies to both work AND home. Frankly this whole blog topic idea came from the fact that I had to do my own taxes this year and that essentially, I did not do everything "on time".
And I'm also trying to become more of a minimalist - transitioning from someone that can certainly rationalize having like 10 pie tins of different sizes, to the person that says, I don't fucking make pie.
Generally speaking I want to try harder at everything. That's why tonight Jon and I got so far in Rock Band the game that we were inducted into the Hall of Fame and then we saw the credits roll (which typically means you have BEAT THE GAME).
I'm just saying...It's not a bad place to start.
I have already mentioned being more organized and this applies to both work AND home. Frankly this whole blog topic idea came from the fact that I had to do my own taxes this year and that essentially, I did not do everything "on time".
And I'm also trying to become more of a minimalist - transitioning from someone that can certainly rationalize having like 10 pie tins of different sizes, to the person that says, I don't fucking make pie.
Generally speaking I want to try harder at everything. That's why tonight Jon and I got so far in Rock Band the game that we were inducted into the Hall of Fame and then we saw the credits roll (which typically means you have BEAT THE GAME).
I'm just saying...It's not a bad place to start.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Bobby Flay is my Homeboy
I have decided to be a more adventurous eater and I've also decided that it is time that I learn how to make more than (Kraft) macaroni and cheese. The jam making experience was evidence that turning on the stove top and mixing is not too hard after all.
Although there are of course set backs, just like in life- Tonight I messed up the rice for about the fourth time. And yet it always seems so simple. I also cannot seem to master the art of the cookie.
Likewise it's hard to order something that you wouldn't normally order at a restaurant when you are hungry and thinking about having something you know will be delicious. For example once when I was feeling "adventurous" I ordered seared ahi tuna and I did not realize that the fish would be practically flopping around on my plate it was so rare. I typically try to avoid "rare". But I have gone from ordering steak well-done to ordering it medium well. That's something isn't it?
I really have Bobby Flay to thank because I have watched more Throw Down in the past year than any other show. When I watch it I get the feeling that eggplant parmigiana might not be so bad and that I could very well get down with some chili.
Although there are of course set backs, just like in life- Tonight I messed up the rice for about the fourth time. And yet it always seems so simple. I also cannot seem to master the art of the cookie.
Likewise it's hard to order something that you wouldn't normally order at a restaurant when you are hungry and thinking about having something you know will be delicious. For example once when I was feeling "adventurous" I ordered seared ahi tuna and I did not realize that the fish would be practically flopping around on my plate it was so rare. I typically try to avoid "rare". But I have gone from ordering steak well-done to ordering it medium well. That's something isn't it?
I really have Bobby Flay to thank because I have watched more Throw Down in the past year than any other show. When I watch it I get the feeling that eggplant parmigiana might not be so bad and that I could very well get down with some chili.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Commuter
Is it just me, or is the drive home from work ALWAYS more dangerous than the drive to work? Obviously this is on my mind because yet again I was almost side swiped on my journey home by someone that was, of course, not paying attention. Hello? Do I want to die in a fiery, traffic causing, incident caused by your inability to signal, look and then move freely over the lane line? No I don't.
It is practically a daily occurrence. One day I even had a scary road raging incident with some asshole that did not appreciate my middle finger saluting him in the wind. A month or two ago I even saw a woman, a pedestrian, get hit by a car during evening rush hour.
Now I don't know about you morning stragglers - you're all speeding as you stress about being late to work, perhaps it is dangerous when you drive. But the 8:00-9:00am commute is slow and steady and it is clear why. Who wants to rush to work? People wave thank-yous, they let people merge and in general the commute is much more predictable (along with the zero tolerance to morning music policy every channel seems to adopt).
But EVERYONE is speeding on the way home. Of course, it is obvious why. We are all trying to accomplish one common goal: to get back to where we really didn't want to leave in the first place. And to go back to bed.
It is practically a daily occurrence. One day I even had a scary road raging incident with some asshole that did not appreciate my middle finger saluting him in the wind. A month or two ago I even saw a woman, a pedestrian, get hit by a car during evening rush hour.
Now I don't know about you morning stragglers - you're all speeding as you stress about being late to work, perhaps it is dangerous when you drive. But the 8:00-9:00am commute is slow and steady and it is clear why. Who wants to rush to work? People wave thank-yous, they let people merge and in general the commute is much more predictable (along with the zero tolerance to morning music policy every channel seems to adopt).
But EVERYONE is speeding on the way home. Of course, it is obvious why. We are all trying to accomplish one common goal: to get back to where we really didn't want to leave in the first place. And to go back to bed.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Everest Street
Today I did some shopping for Jon's nephew's birthday. I picked up a couple of books and Barnes and Noble, and since that bookstore just happens to be near the Nordstrom Rack, I figured I'd check it out. 20 minutes later I was holding a pair of $200 Burberry flats that are too fabulous for me to dwell on. I carried them around as I checked the accessories, the purses and as I thought about winter coats. Are these shoes worth this $200? Yes, Yes they are, and will I ever find them for 50% off again? I LOVE THEM, there is no chance they will be here next time - I mean, how strong do I have to be?
After pacing around the store for what felt like hours with my new favorite most-dreamiest shoes, I decided it just was not meant to be. If I was anticipating guilt, guilt would most certainly come. The fabulousness went back onto the shelves. (ahem, Santa.)
So one thing that I really wanted to get Jon's nephew was a little backpack. He just started preschool recently and every cool kid needs a cool backpack. So I did a Yelp search of the best toy stores near my zip code and I came across a store called Mabuhay Kids and set out to find it. The store ended up being pretty close and as soon as I located it I started looking for parking.
I noticed that there were a lot of people out and about. I wondered if the neighborhood was just like that, or if perhaps I had unknowingly stumbled into a touristy part of town. But everyone did seem to be heading in one direction which was sort of odd.
I circled the blocks over and over trying to find a parking spot. Pedestrians, hills and stop signs slowed this process down significantly and after 20 minutes I started thinking about throwing on the hazard lights and running into the little shop to grab what I was looking for. But then I came to a T Intersection and found myself with two choices UP or DOWN, for I had come across of one San Francisco's notoriously deadly steep streets - you know, the kind that make you feel like your car is going over a cliff?
Surprise surprise, there is ample parking on this street and being a total Maverick I decided that I could park there. BIG MISTAKE.
So there I was - Almost completely vertical in my automobile and pulling into an impossible parking spot nose first. I got parallel with the curb, but was worried that I was not close enough. I released the brake ever so slightly and cranked the wheel and my car LURCHED forward. Is this good enough? I wondered. I put the car in park but BEFORE I put the emergency brake on, I let go of the foot brake. And suddenly, the very little space between my car and the one in front disappeared and I saw the nice Lexus SUV rock ever so gently to my Accord's suggestive bump.
I called Jon and said very eerily, "I am in the shittiest situation ever."
What?? He said.
Dude, I am on the steepest of all steep Mt. Everest fucking San Francisco streets like vertical, and there is not space left between the car in front of me and I gotta get out of here.
Okay, he says, Okay. All you have to do is put the car in reverse WHILE THE EMERGENCY BRAKE IS ON and start reversing - once you hear the car trying to reverse, take the brake off.
I knew that this was what I was going to have to do, but having never done it, I was nervous- there really was no margin for error. It was kind of like if I was rock climbing in the middle of nowhere and I got stuck under a boulder - I'd call Jon and he'd tell me, Dude, you're going to have to cut off your arm.
So I did. I did the automotive equivalent of cutting off my arm. All is well. Jon even said he would bring me back to the store later so that I could run in.
And we did just that. I got just the backpack I was looking for and as I checked out I asked if there was some sort of event going on and she said "OH YES! the Red Bull Soap Box Race!" And it aaaalll made sense.
After pacing around the store for what felt like hours with my new favorite most-dreamiest shoes, I decided it just was not meant to be. If I was anticipating guilt, guilt would most certainly come. The fabulousness went back onto the shelves. (ahem, Santa.)
So one thing that I really wanted to get Jon's nephew was a little backpack. He just started preschool recently and every cool kid needs a cool backpack. So I did a Yelp search of the best toy stores near my zip code and I came across a store called Mabuhay Kids and set out to find it. The store ended up being pretty close and as soon as I located it I started looking for parking.
I noticed that there were a lot of people out and about. I wondered if the neighborhood was just like that, or if perhaps I had unknowingly stumbled into a touristy part of town. But everyone did seem to be heading in one direction which was sort of odd.
I circled the blocks over and over trying to find a parking spot. Pedestrians, hills and stop signs slowed this process down significantly and after 20 minutes I started thinking about throwing on the hazard lights and running into the little shop to grab what I was looking for. But then I came to a T Intersection and found myself with two choices UP or DOWN, for I had come across of one San Francisco's notoriously deadly steep streets - you know, the kind that make you feel like your car is going over a cliff?
Surprise surprise, there is ample parking on this street and being a total Maverick I decided that I could park there. BIG MISTAKE.
So there I was - Almost completely vertical in my automobile and pulling into an impossible parking spot nose first. I got parallel with the curb, but was worried that I was not close enough. I released the brake ever so slightly and cranked the wheel and my car LURCHED forward. Is this good enough? I wondered. I put the car in park but BEFORE I put the emergency brake on, I let go of the foot brake. And suddenly, the very little space between my car and the one in front disappeared and I saw the nice Lexus SUV rock ever so gently to my Accord's suggestive bump.
I called Jon and said very eerily, "I am in the shittiest situation ever."
What?? He said.
Dude, I am on the steepest of all steep Mt. Everest fucking San Francisco streets like vertical, and there is not space left between the car in front of me and I gotta get out of here.
Okay, he says, Okay. All you have to do is put the car in reverse WHILE THE EMERGENCY BRAKE IS ON and start reversing - once you hear the car trying to reverse, take the brake off.
I knew that this was what I was going to have to do, but having never done it, I was nervous- there really was no margin for error. It was kind of like if I was rock climbing in the middle of nowhere and I got stuck under a boulder - I'd call Jon and he'd tell me, Dude, you're going to have to cut off your arm.
So I did. I did the automotive equivalent of cutting off my arm. All is well. Jon even said he would bring me back to the store later so that I could run in.
And we did just that. I got just the backpack I was looking for and as I checked out I asked if there was some sort of event going on and she said "OH YES! the Red Bull Soap Box Race!" And it aaaalll made sense.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Shhhhh...
Don't talk, just enjoy the fabulousness that is my new HOMEMADE (by me), Halloween Blog Banner.
(*Sigh*)
Craftastic Details to follow tomorrow. Stay tuned.
(*Sigh*)
Craftastic Details to follow tomorrow. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Beep.
For a long time I used the same little black digital alarm clock. Years and years I used it, for no reason other than I was lazy. It had the most ANNOYING sounds and there were only two settings: Loud and LOUDER. And when it went off it started as a series of slow beeps that eventually picked up in speed and volume until it was just one, loud, nuclear bomb warning of an alarm clock.
beep beep beep beep, beep-beep-beep-beep, beepbeeepbeepbeep, BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP.
I'm a little disappointed that it didn't occur to me to just buy a new one. If I'm going to spend $200 on shoes, I should go ahead and splurge on a new $9.00 alarm clock. Because I'm worth it.
One day I did just that and I'll tell you what, it is the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I can now wake up to the sound of a rooster crowing or Seagulls squawking but do you know, dear sweet, indulgent blog, what else it does?
It lulls me to sleep with gentle sounds of the ocean waves.
Oh yeah, I listen to nature sounds when I go to bed and I like so totally love it. Jon was a little bit hesitant to hop on board so last night I told him that I would turn the waves off forever if he didn't fall asleep before me. And yes he was asleep three minutes later.
beep beep beep beep, beep-beep-beep-beep, beepbeeepbeepbeep, BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP.
I'm a little disappointed that it didn't occur to me to just buy a new one. If I'm going to spend $200 on shoes, I should go ahead and splurge on a new $9.00 alarm clock. Because I'm worth it.
One day I did just that and I'll tell you what, it is the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I can now wake up to the sound of a rooster crowing or Seagulls squawking but do you know, dear sweet, indulgent blog, what else it does?
It lulls me to sleep with gentle sounds of the ocean waves.
Oh yeah, I listen to nature sounds when I go to bed and I like so totally love it. Jon was a little bit hesitant to hop on board so last night I told him that I would turn the waves off forever if he didn't fall asleep before me. And yes he was asleep three minutes later.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Office Space
I have had just around 15 different jobs since I was 16 years old. That's roughly two jobs a year. From Baskin Robbins and pizza restaurants, to skate shops and ski stores, home decor and luxury watch stores, preschools and nanny jobs and of course the personal assistant gig. There was also that one day I spent "manning the grill" for a company that required that I wear a pair of green shorts, a yellow shirt and a gray hat with, GET THIS, a SUN holding a hot dog in one hand and a soda in the other.
(I can't believe I ever even put that on, let alone made it to the catering gig in the first place. The manager put me behind the grill with a "Sorry Sweets" kind of sarcasm and by the third hour of smoke wafting into my eyeballs and the ever demanding patrons I took my "break". Never to return.)
I digress.
So anyways. Of all of the jobs that I've had, the one that I have now has been the closest study of Business in America yet. My co-workers would laugh at that statement, but it's true. I'm not claiming we have the perfect structure for everything, but I've certainly experienced a lot of things that I didn't even consider in other jobs.
For example: When I worked at Forever 21, I never thought about the decreased sales of turtle necks in relation to the economy. When I was slanging donuts in a new shop in Chico, I didn't concern myself with "HR". Likewise when I worked at Paradise Point Resort in San Diego, I really didn't think of a guest's stay in terms of a Return on their Investment (ROI, duh). I also didn't think about potential lay-offs while I was a nanny to those two overly energetic and strong children (who used to punch me randomly). One more for you: When I worked at the skate shop and the register got confusing, there was no IT guy to refer to.
I started at my current job counting envelopes. Oh my God isn't it GLAMOROUS?? Counting envelopes, yes. (okay so it was just supposed to get me by until I found a real job). And I'll tell you right now I did a damn good job. Because then I was promoted to Customer Service (see, do you see how ALREADY it is all very American? Climbing up the ladder and whatnot?)From there I was lucky enough to be around when someone quit and I was offered her position and the one thing I have so longed for: My very own cubicle.
Since working there in this position I've had to deliver ideas to clients that still strike me as TOTALLY intimidating, we have had busy periods, slow periods, major system issues, alleged 'slide shows', lay-offs, debt problems, people resigning and as of this last Friday: mergers and acquisitions. Our company was recently acquired by another one and we now have a new name, will probably get a new office and will most certainly all have to stop taking long lunches. And a certain someone is going to have to stop stealing office supplies...
(I can't believe I ever even put that on, let alone made it to the catering gig in the first place. The manager put me behind the grill with a "Sorry Sweets" kind of sarcasm and by the third hour of smoke wafting into my eyeballs and the ever demanding patrons I took my "break". Never to return.)
I digress.
So anyways. Of all of the jobs that I've had, the one that I have now has been the closest study of Business in America yet. My co-workers would laugh at that statement, but it's true. I'm not claiming we have the perfect structure for everything, but I've certainly experienced a lot of things that I didn't even consider in other jobs.
For example: When I worked at Forever 21, I never thought about the decreased sales of turtle necks in relation to the economy. When I was slanging donuts in a new shop in Chico, I didn't concern myself with "HR". Likewise when I worked at Paradise Point Resort in San Diego, I really didn't think of a guest's stay in terms of a Return on their Investment (ROI, duh). I also didn't think about potential lay-offs while I was a nanny to those two overly energetic and strong children (who used to punch me randomly). One more for you: When I worked at the skate shop and the register got confusing, there was no IT guy to refer to.
I started at my current job counting envelopes. Oh my God isn't it GLAMOROUS?? Counting envelopes, yes. (okay so it was just supposed to get me by until I found a real job). And I'll tell you right now I did a damn good job. Because then I was promoted to Customer Service (see, do you see how ALREADY it is all very American? Climbing up the ladder and whatnot?)From there I was lucky enough to be around when someone quit and I was offered her position and the one thing I have so longed for: My very own cubicle.
Since working there in this position I've had to deliver ideas to clients that still strike me as TOTALLY intimidating, we have had busy periods, slow periods, major system issues, alleged 'slide shows', lay-offs, debt problems, people resigning and as of this last Friday: mergers and acquisitions. Our company was recently acquired by another one and we now have a new name, will probably get a new office and will most certainly all have to stop taking long lunches. And a certain someone is going to have to stop stealing office supplies...
Monday, October 13, 2008
Three Day Weekends Soothe My Soul
There are few things in life that I love more than a three-day weekend.
On Saturday I did very very little. I hung around, caught up on some much needed sleep and watched perhaps too many Lost episodes. Were it a regular, two day weekend, I would never have been so lazy, but alas, Christopher Colombus made that guilt free for me.
On Sunday I was ready to do something. I stared at my crafting supplies longing for inspiration but nothing came to me, so I of course had to go to Joann's Craft Store. There I picked up this book and found the perfect fabric to make a cute pillow. Details of course are coming on The Other Site.
On Monday we decided to take the dogs to the beach where we once again realized that we hate Lucy for pretty much the duration of that trip every single time we take it. Its nice now that it is evening though because she is dead to the world tired. That's when we love her the mostest.
In the evening we carved pumpkins. I have always wanted to be good at carving pumpkins but it is a skill that I was not necessarily born with. The end results were not as elaborate as I may have hoped for (that Martha Stewart sets a high bar), but I think they turned out okay. The rat on the mini-pumpkin is my favorite.
On Saturday I did very very little. I hung around, caught up on some much needed sleep and watched perhaps too many Lost episodes. Were it a regular, two day weekend, I would never have been so lazy, but alas, Christopher Colombus made that guilt free for me.
On Sunday I was ready to do something. I stared at my crafting supplies longing for inspiration but nothing came to me, so I of course had to go to Joann's Craft Store. There I picked up this book and found the perfect fabric to make a cute pillow. Details of course are coming on The Other Site.
On Monday we decided to take the dogs to the beach where we once again realized that we hate Lucy for pretty much the duration of that trip every single time we take it. Its nice now that it is evening though because she is dead to the world tired. That's when we love her the mostest.
In the evening we carved pumpkins. I have always wanted to be good at carving pumpkins but it is a skill that I was not necessarily born with. The end results were not as elaborate as I may have hoped for (that Martha Stewart sets a high bar), but I think they turned out okay. The rat on the mini-pumpkin is my favorite.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Waaaaarriorrrs!
When we were in Rome we had a delicious dinner one night in a location that I can picture but cannot remember the name of. As soon as we sat down I noticed the couple to my right. They were American and probably between 65 and 70 years old. The first thing I noticed about them was the perfectly crisp and new white Golden State Warriors shirt. It was SUCH a crispy new shirt that I was immediately certain that he worked for the Warriors. I didn't mention it.
Throughout dinner we eavesdropped on their conversation (which was lovely by the way, they were a very cute couple) and Jon couldn't stop checking out the super hot 65 year old girlfriend. Occasionally our conversations merged momentarily, but never did they end up on the subject of our Golden State Warriors. Unsatisfied with the lack of recognition of this common thread, as we stood up to leave I balled my fist - the way you do when you are suggesting solidarity and I said. HEY. GO WARRIORS.
It turned out that the man we sat next to was a recruit for our favorite sports team. I knew it.
But apparently you do not have to be in Rome, Italy to run into someone from you favorite local sports team. Today I got a call from Jon who was driving across the Bay Bridge and he said:
DUDE, Al Harrington is right next to me on the bridge right now.
Me: ARE YOU SURE DUDE? DID YOU WAVE???
Jon: Yeah dude, he is driving a fat Rolls Royce with the top down. Its for sure him.
Me: Well dude, get the fist out there, give him a GO WARRIORS!!
Jon: Well, I'm not going to make a scene out of it.
Me: Oh Fuck That, you point to the phone and you wave to him. Point to your phone and wave to the man. JON, are you pointing to the phone and waving, because I don't mind I scene and I sure as hell say HELLO.
Jon: I'll do what I can.
Throughout dinner we eavesdropped on their conversation (which was lovely by the way, they were a very cute couple) and Jon couldn't stop checking out the super hot 65 year old girlfriend. Occasionally our conversations merged momentarily, but never did they end up on the subject of our Golden State Warriors. Unsatisfied with the lack of recognition of this common thread, as we stood up to leave I balled my fist - the way you do when you are suggesting solidarity and I said. HEY. GO WARRIORS.
It turned out that the man we sat next to was a recruit for our favorite sports team. I knew it.
But apparently you do not have to be in Rome, Italy to run into someone from you favorite local sports team. Today I got a call from Jon who was driving across the Bay Bridge and he said:
DUDE, Al Harrington is right next to me on the bridge right now.
Me: ARE YOU SURE DUDE? DID YOU WAVE???
Jon: Yeah dude, he is driving a fat Rolls Royce with the top down. Its for sure him.
Me: Well dude, get the fist out there, give him a GO WARRIORS!!
Jon: Well, I'm not going to make a scene out of it.
Me: Oh Fuck That, you point to the phone and you wave to him. Point to your phone and wave to the man. JON, are you pointing to the phone and waving, because I don't mind I scene and I sure as hell say HELLO.
Jon: I'll do what I can.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Make it Work!
If we sent Tim Gunn the most amazingly classy wedding invitation do you think he might show up?
(Theoretically speaking. I don't see no rang on this fingah.)
(Theoretically speaking. I don't see no rang on this fingah.)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Several Things
1. A Very Happy Birthday to Erin!
2. If you haven't heard of This American Life you should check it out, and listen to the program called Act V. It's good.
3. Thank you Courtney for opening my eyes to the world of Jackie and Debra:
4. This kid is hilarious:
and 5. This is what Jon brought home for dinner tonight.
In his defense he usually makes delicious food but tonight's menu makes me nostalgic for my second favorite chef.
2. If you haven't heard of This American Life you should check it out, and listen to the program called Act V. It's good.
3. Thank you Courtney for opening my eyes to the world of Jackie and Debra:
4. This kid is hilarious:
and 5. This is what Jon brought home for dinner tonight.
In his defense he usually makes delicious food but tonight's menu makes me nostalgic for my second favorite chef.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
The Cavaliers: Realized.
We sort of had a religious experience this weekend.
On Saturday morning, just after our weekly breakfast at a place we call JDB (I always have the eggs benedict and Jon always has the John Daly omelet). We planned on running a few errands and heading back home for an exciting day of football. It was a Saturday like any other.
And then we decided to pick up a video game while we were out.
Not just any video game: WE BOUGHT ROCKBAND. We already have a PlayStation 3 and so for the low price of $170 we BOUGHT ROCKBAND.
BOUGHT IT LIKE WE NOW OWN ROCKBAND, THE GAME.
For those of you (mom) who don't know what RockBand is, it is a video game that comes with a drum kit, a guitar controller and a microphone and the object is to ROCK THE HOUSE AS HARD AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN. Jon plays the guitar. I am lead vocals. FINALLY THE SENTENCE I HAVE SO LONGED TO SAY: Together we are The Cavaliers.
And yes, we are able to create our own looks, and lord help me if this doesn't almost feel real.
We sing all over the country and have already rocked hard enough to win a tour bus, roadies, cash money, and hundreds of thousands of fans.
I challenge anyone that is reading this, no matter where you are on the planet to a motherfucking BATTLE OF THE BANDS BABY!
On Saturday morning, just after our weekly breakfast at a place we call JDB (I always have the eggs benedict and Jon always has the John Daly omelet). We planned on running a few errands and heading back home for an exciting day of football. It was a Saturday like any other.
And then we decided to pick up a video game while we were out.
Not just any video game: WE BOUGHT ROCKBAND. We already have a PlayStation 3 and so for the low price of $170 we BOUGHT ROCKBAND.
BOUGHT IT LIKE WE NOW OWN ROCKBAND, THE GAME.
For those of you (mom) who don't know what RockBand is, it is a video game that comes with a drum kit, a guitar controller and a microphone and the object is to ROCK THE HOUSE AS HARD AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN. Jon plays the guitar. I am lead vocals. FINALLY THE SENTENCE I HAVE SO LONGED TO SAY: Together we are The Cavaliers.
And yes, we are able to create our own looks, and lord help me if this doesn't almost feel real.
We sing all over the country and have already rocked hard enough to win a tour bus, roadies, cash money, and hundreds of thousands of fans.
I challenge anyone that is reading this, no matter where you are on the planet to a motherfucking BATTLE OF THE BANDS BABY!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
That's Craftastic!!
Friend I have finally started a second blog. YES.
I'll wait while you celebrate...
Okay so actually it is my craft blog. See, you thought I was kidding when I said I'm trying to get organized - but I wasn't. I decided that the two things that I want to write about (1. everything and 2. crafty things) deserve their very own hanging files if you will.
So please check out my CRAFTASTIC blog where I will (finally) show you some of the prints/paintings that I bought in Europe. I will also wow you with the details of my very first Mexican Hot Carrots making experience.
I'll wait while you celebrate...
Okay so actually it is my craft blog. See, you thought I was kidding when I said I'm trying to get organized - but I wasn't. I decided that the two things that I want to write about (1. everything and 2. crafty things) deserve their very own hanging files if you will.
So please check out my CRAFTASTIC blog where I will (finally) show you some of the prints/paintings that I bought in Europe. I will also wow you with the details of my very first Mexican Hot Carrots making experience.
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