How are you, Bob?
I'm Fine, Ms. F. How are things where you are?
It's snowin' like a bitch! How are things in Lexington?
It's snowin' like a bitch! You goin' to the premiere tonight?
Probly not with the weathah like this.
Would you go if there were two tickets waiting for you?
Oh, well, I might venture out for that. You gonna be there, Bob?
Yeah, I'm the one leaving the tickets for you. They'll be at "Will Call" in your name. Will I see you?
Yeah, well, I think I can get out in this for that. I'll see you there. You gonna have any problems gettin' theah? Could you use a plow?
I could use my driveway plowed. You know somebody?
Yeah, I'll send my neighbah ovah. He'll plow your drive for ya.
(Meanwhile, Ms. F's co-worker is climbing the walls)
Ms. F gets the address and sends her neighbor over to plow the driveway, and then later that evening, she sees the premiere of "The Candidate" with Robert Redford and his wife, who warns her to treat him "like a real person," to which Ms. F counters "I treat everybody like real people."
Which she does, clearly. The co-worker climbing the walls knew that "Bob from Lexington" was Robert Redford. Ms. F simply continued addressing him in the manner he'd introduced himself!
I am so happy and grateful to have Ms. F in my life. What a treat she is! 'Sides, she saved me a fortune on my ... faxing. ;)
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Sometimes, I'm a complete and utter moron. Good thing I'm a BLESSED complete and utter moron!
Today was a day quite similar to any other recent day. We got up and did the little things we do. I started a load of laundry, with help carrying it all down. Then, as I was moving towards swapping clothes from washers to dryer, I got a call from a friend of mine looking for some help on a rush basis - did I want to make fifty bucks for a couple of hours, and could I be at the Disney studios by noon? Well, of course! What will I be doing for my $25/hour?
My friend didn't have all the details, but what she did know was that she needed to find one more "player," and then she'd get those pertinent details. All she knew in that moment was that we'd be playing a game as if we were on a game show. Cool. I dealt with the laundry, with the promise Stephen would rescue it all from the dryer in an hour.
Then several text messages were exchanged and I was able to get dressed and made up and out the door in time for the noon call time. I arrived at the actual location after noon, but I was the first of our little gang of three, and I learned that our actual call time was 12:15. All of us early! YAY!
The game we were testing looks to be a ton of fun, once they get it on the air. The fact that we were all "in" the industry means that they'll never call us back to be actual contestants, but that's okay. We had fun; if they liked us enough to come "play" again while they tweak the process, then we'll get another fifty for another couple of hours. Win-win!
So I celebrated by running to Lowe's to pick up some more lumber and brackets, since Stephen's been hankering to continue the bookshelf-building. I also seriously considered getting us a new kitchen trashcan, so I meandered down to that aisle. Once I'd made up my mind on none of the choices at that time, I realized that all I had in my cart were my purchases, and all I had in my pocket was my phone. WHERE were my wallet and keys? WHERE was the fifty-dollar bill I'd be paying with? WHAT kind of complete and utter MORON leaves all those things behind on the lumber shelves while shopping elsewhere?
Frantic, I went back to where I knew I'd left them. I went back to the employee who'd cut my lumber for me. I went past cashiers, asking all employees I saw whether anyone had turned in a wallet and keys. Getting desperate by the time I reached the customer service desk, I can assure you. Didn't know how I'd get home, or how Stephen could possibly help me if I phoned or texted him. Didn't know how to report my car stolen if it had been. Didn't know what to do about all of my "cards" in the wallet, and so pissed at myself for being DOWN seventy bucks on the day rather than UP fifty! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.
But not only were my wallet and keys turned in and at the very top of the "Lost and Found," so were my clip-on sunglasses! The wallet hadn't been opened - every card, every piece of paper, even the single nickel in the changepurse part were exactly in place. I am so blessed.
So after I went back to complete my purchases, I encountered the couple that I KNEW had turned them in. I'd seen them in the lumber aisle as I was leaving it, and the gentleman may even have been trying to get my attention when he first saw me! He gave his wife the credit, and I thanked them both PROFUSELY.
Moral of the story: if you're going to be a complete and utter moron, which, if you're human, you may very well decide to be from time to time, make sure that you recognize before, during, and afterward how very very blessed you are. You may regret being a moron, but you will definitely appreciate being blessed!
My friend didn't have all the details, but what she did know was that she needed to find one more "player," and then she'd get those pertinent details. All she knew in that moment was that we'd be playing a game as if we were on a game show. Cool. I dealt with the laundry, with the promise Stephen would rescue it all from the dryer in an hour.
Then several text messages were exchanged and I was able to get dressed and made up and out the door in time for the noon call time. I arrived at the actual location after noon, but I was the first of our little gang of three, and I learned that our actual call time was 12:15. All of us early! YAY!
The game we were testing looks to be a ton of fun, once they get it on the air. The fact that we were all "in" the industry means that they'll never call us back to be actual contestants, but that's okay. We had fun; if they liked us enough to come "play" again while they tweak the process, then we'll get another fifty for another couple of hours. Win-win!
So I celebrated by running to Lowe's to pick up some more lumber and brackets, since Stephen's been hankering to continue the bookshelf-building. I also seriously considered getting us a new kitchen trashcan, so I meandered down to that aisle. Once I'd made up my mind on none of the choices at that time, I realized that all I had in my cart were my purchases, and all I had in my pocket was my phone. WHERE were my wallet and keys? WHERE was the fifty-dollar bill I'd be paying with? WHAT kind of complete and utter MORON leaves all those things behind on the lumber shelves while shopping elsewhere?
Frantic, I went back to where I knew I'd left them. I went back to the employee who'd cut my lumber for me. I went past cashiers, asking all employees I saw whether anyone had turned in a wallet and keys. Getting desperate by the time I reached the customer service desk, I can assure you. Didn't know how I'd get home, or how Stephen could possibly help me if I phoned or texted him. Didn't know how to report my car stolen if it had been. Didn't know what to do about all of my "cards" in the wallet, and so pissed at myself for being DOWN seventy bucks on the day rather than UP fifty! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.
But not only were my wallet and keys turned in and at the very top of the "Lost and Found," so were my clip-on sunglasses! The wallet hadn't been opened - every card, every piece of paper, even the single nickel in the changepurse part were exactly in place. I am so blessed.
So after I went back to complete my purchases, I encountered the couple that I KNEW had turned them in. I'd seen them in the lumber aisle as I was leaving it, and the gentleman may even have been trying to get my attention when he first saw me! He gave his wife the credit, and I thanked them both PROFUSELY.
Moral of the story: if you're going to be a complete and utter moron, which, if you're human, you may very well decide to be from time to time, make sure that you recognize before, during, and afterward how very very blessed you are. You may regret being a moron, but you will definitely appreciate being blessed!
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
All is Lost
If you saw it, what are your thoughts? Do we need to give ourselves time to process it? We just watched it, and we both really wanted "Our Man" to get out of his Job-like situation, but you know, The Title doesn't actually let you believe that he possibly can...
I welcome your comments. If you loved it, tell me why. If you hated it, tell me why. If you haven't seen it yet, but you want to, tell me your reasons for both. If you haven't seen it yet, and have no intentions of seeing it ever, PLEASE tell me why.
Stephen's got some BTS of "Blade Runner" playing right now, and we'll probably watch that again tonight. Maybe removing ourselves completely from "All is Lost" will help us process it. I'd really like to end up having liked it. Just can't quite get there yet.
I welcome your comments. If you loved it, tell me why. If you hated it, tell me why. If you haven't seen it yet, but you want to, tell me your reasons for both. If you haven't seen it yet, and have no intentions of seeing it ever, PLEASE tell me why.
Stephen's got some BTS of "Blade Runner" playing right now, and we'll probably watch that again tonight. Maybe removing ourselves completely from "All is Lost" will help us process it. I'd really like to end up having liked it. Just can't quite get there yet.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Oh, those crazy adventures of my friend, Ms. F
Time to name-drop again... Should I tell you the David Arquette story or the Sean Connery story?
We just watched "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" last night and had a BALL watching James Bond play Indy's dad, Henry. So I'll tell you the story I just learned about him, as told by Ms. F.
She was on a plane from somewhere coming home to LA. She was flying on Frequent Flier Miles and had therefore gotten a seat in First Class. Her seatmate across the aisle was a famous football player (she told me his name, but as I am not a football fan, I don't find him integral to the story and will therefore not name him). Immediately next to her, however, was 007.
They exchanged pleasantries, and she watched him sign autograph after autograph. The football player was likely doing the same. She watched both of these men be as gracious as any famous person can possibly be. Mr. Connery ordered her a Bloody Mary, which she graciously accepted. The football player made some comment, to which she replied in a grandiose manner. Mr. Connery immediately regained her attention to ask whether she thought the athlete would have known a particular word she had used. She said "let's find out," and then asked another question of the athlete to test him.
When his response indicated his lack of vocabulary, Mr. Connery ordered another Bloody Mary. Over the course of the flight, the very famous men on either side of Ms. F got her hammered on Bloody Mary's. (I apologize for my misspelling of the plural of Mary, if I have, in fact, pluralized it incorrectly. I know that the plural of "Mary" is not "Maries." Help me out here, kids.)
Upon disembarking, Ms. F's control of her own body was gone. So James Bond and the Athlete carried her off the plane, to the arms of her awaiting husband. Introductions and more pleasantries exchanged, and I would assume many a "Thank You," and then Sean Connery offered Ms. F (or maybe handed is the correct word?) two tickets to the Academy Awards.
Ms. F and her husband sat in the second row of the balcony at the Kodak Theatre, to watch Sean Connery receive his Lifetime Achievement Award. Connery's family was seated directly in front of my pair of friends. Afterwards, they all mingled together again in the "Backstage Pass" world that exists at the Oscars.
Some day, it'll be me in First Class, on a plane, giving tickets to my "new best friend" to some grand and glorious and glamorous event! ;)
We just watched "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" last night and had a BALL watching James Bond play Indy's dad, Henry. So I'll tell you the story I just learned about him, as told by Ms. F.
She was on a plane from somewhere coming home to LA. She was flying on Frequent Flier Miles and had therefore gotten a seat in First Class. Her seatmate across the aisle was a famous football player (she told me his name, but as I am not a football fan, I don't find him integral to the story and will therefore not name him). Immediately next to her, however, was 007.
They exchanged pleasantries, and she watched him sign autograph after autograph. The football player was likely doing the same. She watched both of these men be as gracious as any famous person can possibly be. Mr. Connery ordered her a Bloody Mary, which she graciously accepted. The football player made some comment, to which she replied in a grandiose manner. Mr. Connery immediately regained her attention to ask whether she thought the athlete would have known a particular word she had used. She said "let's find out," and then asked another question of the athlete to test him.
When his response indicated his lack of vocabulary, Mr. Connery ordered another Bloody Mary. Over the course of the flight, the very famous men on either side of Ms. F got her hammered on Bloody Mary's. (I apologize for my misspelling of the plural of Mary, if I have, in fact, pluralized it incorrectly. I know that the plural of "Mary" is not "Maries." Help me out here, kids.)
Upon disembarking, Ms. F's control of her own body was gone. So James Bond and the Athlete carried her off the plane, to the arms of her awaiting husband. Introductions and more pleasantries exchanged, and I would assume many a "Thank You," and then Sean Connery offered Ms. F (or maybe handed is the correct word?) two tickets to the Academy Awards.
Ms. F and her husband sat in the second row of the balcony at the Kodak Theatre, to watch Sean Connery receive his Lifetime Achievement Award. Connery's family was seated directly in front of my pair of friends. Afterwards, they all mingled together again in the "Backstage Pass" world that exists at the Oscars.
Some day, it'll be me in First Class, on a plane, giving tickets to my "new best friend" to some grand and glorious and glamorous event! ;)
Sunday, July 27, 2014
He Drives Me Crazy! (Woh, woh - that's right, kids, SING ALONG TIME!)
Today started poorly. One of the cats had had an accident on the towel/rag we're using as a bathmat. Stephen assumed it was Cocoa, because she's more "scent-sitive" than Smokey is, and besides, she was the one who woke him at 6:30 to go do something about it. While he passive-aggressively made enough noise for me to feel "blamed" for the incident, I DID go back to sleep. He came back to bed, and then we both got up around 9, I think.
Did our things. I felt him following me around, waiting to tell me what Cocoa had done. I probably drove him crazy by not giving him any indication that I knew what had happened, or that I appreciated the clean-up. I should have thanked him. Thank you, Stephen.
But my morning sort of spiraled. The skies have been gray, and that contributes to my own personal "cloudiness." I was in a bad mood, because everywhere I went, there were drawers and cabinets and closets left open. I've said something about this seemingly new habit before. So I passive-aggressively made enough noise while closing things for him to hear me, and maybe remember that I've said something about this already. I don't want to nag, so I passive-aggressively make noise. It's not good, and I know it.
Here's the thing. When he realized I was grumpy, he immediately wanted to know what he'd done wrong or how he could "fix" it, right then in that moment. So what follows is my list of wants, needs, and desires, as a human being. I know I can't have this list RIGHT NOW. I'd like to have it in general.
I want to live in a clean environment that is comfortable for anyone who visits. I don't want to ever have to say "excuse the mess" when anyone walks in the door. I have cats and a husband but not dogs or children. There should never be a mess to have to excuse, now that we're mostly unpacked (but for the books).
I want my husband to want the same clean environment. I appreciate it when he vacuums the cat hair off the futon, but I'll appreciate it more when I don't have to clean up the toothpaste off any mirrors. Is this a big deal or a little one? It bugs me, but maybe I should get over it because it's just a stupid little nothing? I honestly don't know.
I want my dishwasher to actually clean my dishes. Right now, it leaves a film, and nothing looks clean. We're using a rinse aid, but I don't know what else to do about it.
I want to have the freedom to have a bad day or be in a bad mood and get myself out of it. I know that men need to fix things RIGHT NOW, but I don't expect you to cancel your plans that you made for yourself and for your business, and I don't want you to think that I expect you to fix it for me. I want to come blog myself into a good mood, okay? (It's working, by the way. Blogging, plus the fact that your plans for today inadvertently included "separate" time.)
I want things outside of this apartment to occupy our time and our brainpower (see previous sentence). That week I had three days on set was a glorious week. I know there will be plenty more of these opportunities, and I'm looking forward to them. I've got a phone interview tomorrow, and Stephen's got a second in-person interview at the same time, so we could each book work for ourselves, starting soon! Then we can not spend all of our time in the same space. We each need a reason to get away from each other, as well as away from our home. Work's as good a reason as any.
I want to be able to walk around the apartment in my bare feet. This means I need to mop more. I'm currently blogging from atop my bed while the floor dries. This is a want I can TOTALLY take care of!
I need enough money to buy the things I want. I need to feel needed. I need to feel appreciated. I need to not nag and to cease my passive aggression. It's ugly, and I don't like it.
I desire to be in shape again. I'm workin' on it, and in the meantime, my tan is gettin' really great. And wouldja lookit that? The sun is out! I can go tread water! Yay!
Did our things. I felt him following me around, waiting to tell me what Cocoa had done. I probably drove him crazy by not giving him any indication that I knew what had happened, or that I appreciated the clean-up. I should have thanked him. Thank you, Stephen.
But my morning sort of spiraled. The skies have been gray, and that contributes to my own personal "cloudiness." I was in a bad mood, because everywhere I went, there were drawers and cabinets and closets left open. I've said something about this seemingly new habit before. So I passive-aggressively made enough noise while closing things for him to hear me, and maybe remember that I've said something about this already. I don't want to nag, so I passive-aggressively make noise. It's not good, and I know it.
Here's the thing. When he realized I was grumpy, he immediately wanted to know what he'd done wrong or how he could "fix" it, right then in that moment. So what follows is my list of wants, needs, and desires, as a human being. I know I can't have this list RIGHT NOW. I'd like to have it in general.
I want to live in a clean environment that is comfortable for anyone who visits. I don't want to ever have to say "excuse the mess" when anyone walks in the door. I have cats and a husband but not dogs or children. There should never be a mess to have to excuse, now that we're mostly unpacked (but for the books).
I want my husband to want the same clean environment. I appreciate it when he vacuums the cat hair off the futon, but I'll appreciate it more when I don't have to clean up the toothpaste off any mirrors. Is this a big deal or a little one? It bugs me, but maybe I should get over it because it's just a stupid little nothing? I honestly don't know.
I want my dishwasher to actually clean my dishes. Right now, it leaves a film, and nothing looks clean. We're using a rinse aid, but I don't know what else to do about it.
I want to have the freedom to have a bad day or be in a bad mood and get myself out of it. I know that men need to fix things RIGHT NOW, but I don't expect you to cancel your plans that you made for yourself and for your business, and I don't want you to think that I expect you to fix it for me. I want to come blog myself into a good mood, okay? (It's working, by the way. Blogging, plus the fact that your plans for today inadvertently included "separate" time.)
I want things outside of this apartment to occupy our time and our brainpower (see previous sentence). That week I had three days on set was a glorious week. I know there will be plenty more of these opportunities, and I'm looking forward to them. I've got a phone interview tomorrow, and Stephen's got a second in-person interview at the same time, so we could each book work for ourselves, starting soon! Then we can not spend all of our time in the same space. We each need a reason to get away from each other, as well as away from our home. Work's as good a reason as any.
I want to be able to walk around the apartment in my bare feet. This means I need to mop more. I'm currently blogging from atop my bed while the floor dries. This is a want I can TOTALLY take care of!
I need enough money to buy the things I want. I need to feel needed. I need to feel appreciated. I need to not nag and to cease my passive aggression. It's ugly, and I don't like it.
I desire to be in shape again. I'm workin' on it, and in the meantime, my tan is gettin' really great. And wouldja lookit that? The sun is out! I can go tread water! Yay!
The One Thing:
The one thing I "dislike" about this list is: that it is full of "shoulds." I don't personally believe in "shoulds," so while I'll leave the following list intact, in my head, it reads, "The one thing I think I should..." If you'd like to amend it for your personal use, by all means. I got it from Kelly, in the format you see below.
The one thing I should do less often is: procrastinate. I've had this list for three days now, and I'm just getting around to completing it. :P
The one thing I should do more often is: treat myself to "girlie" things like manicures and pedicures. I LIKE feeling feminine, and I think a fresh mani-pedi goes a long way towards positive self-esteem.
The one thing that always makes me smile is: happy babies, either in person or in pictures. Children laughing is the sweetest sound to this "Great Auntie."
The one thing that does my head in is: how controlling I get. I really don't want to nag, but I find myself "correcting" stupid little things ALL THE TIME. Makes me crazy.
The one thing I should eat more of is: ? I'm drawing a blank here. I'm fairly certain that, on any given day, I'm consuming a good balance of the "right" proteins and carbs to keep my system going, and on any given day where you may witness me eating something "less" healthy, it's because I've made a conscious decision to not deprive myself of something really delicious that I really want.
The one thing I can do to make the world a better place is: make my world a better place, and let the world around me watch me do it. I'm pretty empathetic (and sometimes pathetic, yes, that too) and I feel like my opinion counts to some folks. I hope that I'm modeling any advice that I happen to give out, because I know that I do give advice when asked for it.
The one thing I need to remind myself is: I am the only "me." No one else will think exactly as I do; no one else will do things exactly the way I do. I need to accept that I need you because you are not "me."
The one thing I should do for myself right now is: forgive myself for not blogging yesterday. It's MY blog, and there are no schedules anyone else has put on me!
The one thing I should say ‘no’ more often to is: ? Another blank. I think I have a healthy grasp of "yes" and "no." Not that I have a way to explain that for you, sorry.
The one thing I should say ‘yes’ more often to is: everything new and different and (safely) scary. A big part of our return to LA has been "saying yes" more often, and we are implementing that into our lives. I need to prevent myself/us from falling back into our old routines, especially once we both have a routine!
Thank you, Kelly, for this post!
If you would like for me to see your answers to this list, or maybe you have more "shoulds" to add, please link the location of your list (or just post it in full) for me to check out in the comments below!
The one thing I should do less often is: procrastinate. I've had this list for three days now, and I'm just getting around to completing it. :P
The one thing I should do more often is: treat myself to "girlie" things like manicures and pedicures. I LIKE feeling feminine, and I think a fresh mani-pedi goes a long way towards positive self-esteem.
The one thing that always makes me smile is: happy babies, either in person or in pictures. Children laughing is the sweetest sound to this "Great Auntie."
The one thing that does my head in is: how controlling I get. I really don't want to nag, but I find myself "correcting" stupid little things ALL THE TIME. Makes me crazy.
The one thing I should eat more of is: ? I'm drawing a blank here. I'm fairly certain that, on any given day, I'm consuming a good balance of the "right" proteins and carbs to keep my system going, and on any given day where you may witness me eating something "less" healthy, it's because I've made a conscious decision to not deprive myself of something really delicious that I really want.
The one thing I can do to make the world a better place is: make my world a better place, and let the world around me watch me do it. I'm pretty empathetic (and sometimes pathetic, yes, that too) and I feel like my opinion counts to some folks. I hope that I'm modeling any advice that I happen to give out, because I know that I do give advice when asked for it.
The one thing I need to remind myself is: I am the only "me." No one else will think exactly as I do; no one else will do things exactly the way I do. I need to accept that I need you because you are not "me."
The one thing I should do for myself right now is: forgive myself for not blogging yesterday. It's MY blog, and there are no schedules anyone else has put on me!
The one thing I should say ‘no’ more often to is: ? Another blank. I think I have a healthy grasp of "yes" and "no." Not that I have a way to explain that for you, sorry.
The one thing I should say ‘yes’ more often to is: everything new and different and (safely) scary. A big part of our return to LA has been "saying yes" more often, and we are implementing that into our lives. I need to prevent myself/us from falling back into our old routines, especially once we both have a routine!
Thank you, Kelly, for this post!
If you would like for me to see your answers to this list, or maybe you have more "shoulds" to add, please link the location of your list (or just post it in full) for me to check out in the comments below!
Friday, July 25, 2014
Foto Friday!
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| Mystery Actor (not to be named until Comi-Con)! |
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| I went to make the bed, |
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| and discovered Cocoa under the blanket! |
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| What a HIPPIE! |
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| Cocoa dances in her sleep |
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| One of many clocks I am considering for the living room - Do you HATE IT, Kelly? ;) |
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| No, I am not a nurse... I just play on one TV! |
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| This came with my Melaleuca order. I don't know these folks. But my brother-in-law does! |
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| Guess where WE are tonight? |
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