in my dreams! Literally in my dreams, not like "yeah...in your DREAMS Crescent you liar!!!". We've been a little obsessed with her lately at work after three of us in my dept. discovered we were all die hard fans of hers as children. Joe said that he spent a majority of his youth convinced that he and O.N.J. would someday be wed. Eva went through a very long and serious head band phase after seeing the Physical video and I used to force my mom to call me Sandy OR Olivia while I paraded around the house in a short sleeved black leotard that I would alternate the sleeve position on to indicate whether I was "good Sandy" or "bad Sandy". Every time I lowered the shoulders down a few inches I would announce the arrival of Bad Sandy by yelling "Tell me about it....STUD!".
Anyway, we've been listening to (and singing) Make a Move On Me and Magic via YouTube over and over and over. It keeps us sane and drives our non-fan co-workers into early departures and extra coffee breaks.
So, last night, I dreamed that I got to have a nice little sit down with a Xanadu era Ms. Newton-J. She was all fadey and soft looking like when they put Vaseline on lenses to make the elderly women on Dynasty look like 20 year olds.
I started the convo with "You know I recently watched Grease again and that was actually a really sucky movie." She agreed. Don't get me wrong...that was DREAM me. REAL me thinks Grease is NON-sucky and kept me company during my single digit years.
I don't remember much else except that she was really nice and seemed to like me even though I dogged on Grease. I do remember having the "talk" about the sad decline into stupidity that is John Travolta and how I loved him as much as I loved her until he decided to love on Zenu....or Xenu...whatever that fake alien thing is that L. Ron talked people into paying for or something.
My point of this post is this. I have also been experiencing some light to moderate baby fever these days and started going through my baby name list that I've known for years. My number one girl name is Olivia. Funny thing is, until this Newton-John resurrection this past month I didn't even put it together that I probably love that name because of her.
Typical.
In conclusion, here is a video I wish I'd made. It actually made me tear up a little. Again, I say, typical.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
You Otter Watch This.
this, for some reason, restores my faith in the world. Not that I didn't have any before but man...it's just sooooooooo precious!!! I can't take it.
FLOSS FIGHT!
Jason and I and some friends were out getting overserved last Thursday night. We were walking from bowling to some bar or another when Jason and I decided to have a chase, throw things, kick fight. I was laughing too hard for most of it to be any kind of worthy foe to him, but I did get to utilize the entire box of dental floss that was in my bag. It was quite beautiful actually. Kind of like ribbon dancing only smaller. I forgot all about it until I was walking down Lincoln on Saturday and saw the carnage of our floss war. 
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I love notes.
This is a pic of my notes collection. It's more of a triad than a collection but it's going to grow into something magical, I just know it. My co-worker Joe always wants to go for coffee towards the end of the day so a group of us usually make a Starbucks run around 3:00. One day we totally spaced and forgot to tell him. When I got back to my desk there was a note on my chair that said "You went to Starbucks? I'm hurt. Sadly (then sadly is crossed out), Sadly, Joe." It's become our favorite joke over in my area. At least once a day one of us says..."Sadly....(then we make a cross out noise) Sadly, Joe." It's so not funny to the outside world but man it kills me still.
So then yesterday I sent Joe some pictures I had taken of a booth layout at a tradeshow for some graphics stuff he's doing and the photos were horrible due to my crap camera (Jason found it in a cab 3 years ago so what do I expect?). Joe was laughing hystercially and I told him not to hurt my feelings (jokingly) then I went for coffee without him. When I got back a napkin was on my chair "Crescent, I'm sorry about my photo comments. Sorry, (crossed out) Sorry, Joe."
I love office antics and private jokes. Even though I just made this one sort of public.
PS - The yellow note says "I am the last can standing". It was on a can of LaCroix water a few months ago and it cracked me up. I have a weak constitution for puns and word play.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
camera phone.
I'm super crazy busy at work these days but here are some pics to hold you over. You being Matt. Hi Matt!
Here's me with my Hot Fuzz advance screening ticket. That movie was one of the funniest I've seen EVER! Take THAT!
Here's me with my Hot Fuzz advance screening ticket. That movie was one of the funniest I've seen EVER! Take THAT!
Fred and Douglas. Making their Mii faces.
my messy cube at work and what looks like a floaaaaating basket!!!!! I've cleaned since then.
crap. time for more work. more pics tomorrow maybe.
Love,
c
Thursday, March 22, 2007
weird.
Margaret has tagged me to tell six weird things about myself. This is my first game of blog tag and I'm going to try and get it right. It's hard keeping up with this bougey blogging society. Bunch of fancy weirdos.
Anyway:
1. I hate shopping and trying on clothes and avoid it at all costs but I do like having new things. So I impulse buy a lot to get it over with.
2. I love escargot and mussels but get very easily grossed out by chicken. I'll eat it but it better be almost burnt or I get the gags.
3. I have to really talk myself out of feeling emotion about inanimate objects. Like I just got a new cell phone and I ALMOST got teary eyed about taking the SIM card out of the old one. I cry when I sell cars too. I swear I'm not insane I just associate times and people and places with objects sometimes and can't let go. Okay, maybe I spoke too soon on that insane thing.
4. I kinda like the smell of skunk (not on me but in the air), gas (see previous parenthetical comment) and cow manure (again....not on..in air).
5. I've never camped.
6. My third memory is of drinking Lemon Joy out of a bottle in front the sink.
PS - I have some very exciting news. Oh wait...I already told it in item 3. I got a new phone. but guess what...it has a caaaammmmera!!!! This blog is about to come with more pictures! Bad ones, but still. Probably mostly of my cats or bars.
Here's one to get you started.
My adorable tabby Calaban (I call him Calafat, but it doesn't hurt his feelings I swear). Ugh. That pillow looks way dirtier than it is. Still...I need new sheets. Although that blanket rules. One of my best friends made it and on the other side it's supposed to have the word "meow" all over it because I like hearts and cats, but she attached it backwards so the other side says "woem" all over it. We love it.Anyway:
1. I hate shopping and trying on clothes and avoid it at all costs but I do like having new things. So I impulse buy a lot to get it over with.
2. I love escargot and mussels but get very easily grossed out by chicken. I'll eat it but it better be almost burnt or I get the gags.
3. I have to really talk myself out of feeling emotion about inanimate objects. Like I just got a new cell phone and I ALMOST got teary eyed about taking the SIM card out of the old one. I cry when I sell cars too. I swear I'm not insane I just associate times and people and places with objects sometimes and can't let go. Okay, maybe I spoke too soon on that insane thing.
4. I kinda like the smell of skunk (not on me but in the air), gas (see previous parenthetical comment) and cow manure (again....not on..in air).
5. I've never camped.
6. My third memory is of drinking Lemon Joy out of a bottle in front the sink.
PS - I have some very exciting news. Oh wait...I already told it in item 3. I got a new phone. but guess what...it has a caaaammmmera!!!! This blog is about to come with more pictures! Bad ones, but still. Probably mostly of my cats or bars.
Here's one to get you started.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Well, we were just another band out of Boston....
Brad Delp, the lead singer of Boston died this weekend. One of my favorite bloggers, Crabbydad, wrote a great entry about this today http://crabbydad.blogspot.com/2007/03/guess-he-looked-back.html. The entry coupled with the video and song at the end actually made me teary eyed.
My oldest sister is ten years older than me so I grew up listening to Boston, Journey, Forigner, Eddie Money, etc. when all the other kids were listening to Disney albums because they were 5 years old. My sisters wouldn't have that though. I got to spend most of my summer days with them since we were all off school listening to their music and I loved every minute of it. (another great song). I suppose to them it was babysitting, in fact I'm sure it was, but to me it was the coolest thing ever. We would "lay out" on sunny days and Jacy would set up the reflector matt and we'd use baby oil on our skin and lemon juice in our hair. Healthy. I would lay there and listen to them sing along with the radio and mimic their every move. They added more lemon juice then I added more lemon juice. They turned over, I turned over. They said a song "totally made them feel sad" and I would cry too.
Even better than lay out days were rainy/thunderstorm days. That was when we would wash our hair in the spilloff from the gutter. It sounds weird and gross but it was the best. We would put on our swimming suits and take turns washing and conditioning with Agree shampoo. Wow. Agree....that takes me back too. Anyway, then we would dry off and come inside and watch t.v. for the rest of day or every now and then they would dress me up and put tons of make up on me just for fun. I loved those days. They feel so faint now most of the time since I'm 32 today and I was 5 then. But the one thing that brings them back the hardest and fastest is music. Boston is one of those bands.
I suppose now is the time that these old rockers are going to start dropping off the sphere more and more now that I'm older, but it won't feel less sad I don't think. It's not like I knew the guy.....it's just that his songs and voice were a wonderful resonant part of my childhood and first introductions to music and how much I loved it.
So I'm going to copy Crabbydad now and post a video that takes me back to those times. It's a little closer to my teen years but still one of my favorites. For years my "play name" was Amanda just so I could pretend this song was about me. And yes I did that with Beth by Kiss as well.
My oldest sister is ten years older than me so I grew up listening to Boston, Journey, Forigner, Eddie Money, etc. when all the other kids were listening to Disney albums because they were 5 years old. My sisters wouldn't have that though. I got to spend most of my summer days with them since we were all off school listening to their music and I loved every minute of it. (another great song). I suppose to them it was babysitting, in fact I'm sure it was, but to me it was the coolest thing ever. We would "lay out" on sunny days and Jacy would set up the reflector matt and we'd use baby oil on our skin and lemon juice in our hair. Healthy. I would lay there and listen to them sing along with the radio and mimic their every move. They added more lemon juice then I added more lemon juice. They turned over, I turned over. They said a song "totally made them feel sad" and I would cry too.
Even better than lay out days were rainy/thunderstorm days. That was when we would wash our hair in the spilloff from the gutter. It sounds weird and gross but it was the best. We would put on our swimming suits and take turns washing and conditioning with Agree shampoo. Wow. Agree....that takes me back too. Anyway, then we would dry off and come inside and watch t.v. for the rest of day or every now and then they would dress me up and put tons of make up on me just for fun. I loved those days. They feel so faint now most of the time since I'm 32 today and I was 5 then. But the one thing that brings them back the hardest and fastest is music. Boston is one of those bands.
I suppose now is the time that these old rockers are going to start dropping off the sphere more and more now that I'm older, but it won't feel less sad I don't think. It's not like I knew the guy.....it's just that his songs and voice were a wonderful resonant part of my childhood and first introductions to music and how much I loved it.
So I'm going to copy Crabbydad now and post a video that takes me back to those times. It's a little closer to my teen years but still one of my favorites. For years my "play name" was Amanda just so I could pretend this song was about me. And yes I did that with Beth by Kiss as well.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Fall Has Fell!
Oh my god this weather is making me INSANE! I just went outside for about 5 mins and considered not coming back to work. Alas, I was sick this week so I had to. Boring. This is a boring post. (robo voice)
Well I will say this. I am 99% sure that I appreciate nice weather more than anyone.
AND we got our bonus checks today. I'm trying to resist the urge to go online and buy everything ever made. I AM going to hit Anne Taylor Loft after this birthday cake thing in the conf. room and am going to get a shirt that fits. The sweater I'm wearing is molting and too short.
AND I think this week will be the week Jason and I finally get a real life bed! Our futon days are almost over. I hope we don't grow apart from each other due to all the extra room we'll have at night! I doubt it. We'll probably still sleep right in the middle with the two cats at our respective sides but at least we'll be doing it on an actual matress. I predict less insomnia for me and earlier bed times for Jason.
AND....I should be writing a City Guide on Milwaukee right now but I ain't. That's right. I AIN'T!
Love and balmy temps,
Crescent
Well I will say this. I am 99% sure that I appreciate nice weather more than anyone.
AND we got our bonus checks today. I'm trying to resist the urge to go online and buy everything ever made. I AM going to hit Anne Taylor Loft after this birthday cake thing in the conf. room and am going to get a shirt that fits. The sweater I'm wearing is molting and too short.
AND I think this week will be the week Jason and I finally get a real life bed! Our futon days are almost over. I hope we don't grow apart from each other due to all the extra room we'll have at night! I doubt it. We'll probably still sleep right in the middle with the two cats at our respective sides but at least we'll be doing it on an actual matress. I predict less insomnia for me and earlier bed times for Jason.
AND....I should be writing a City Guide on Milwaukee right now but I ain't. That's right. I AIN'T!
Love and balmy temps,
Crescent
Monday, February 26, 2007
It's My Turn....Though I Don't Have All The Answers....
Sigh. I need to purchase Mahogany. That movie really does it for me. Or at least the soundtrack.
So today feels oddly important to me. First off, it's the last night of Impress These Apes and even though I'm probably going to remain in last place I have learned so much and really have had a fun time. I needed to get back on stage a little. It fills something up inside me that normally is empty.
I'm going into tonight relaxed and happy with my final act. It will be a good night I think.
Also, I just had my annual review and talked very openly with my boss about moving forward as a writer here. He was so supportive and really shook off some of my hesitation about just diving in and moving forward.
AND I've finally started my exercise routine again and have lost 4 more lbs. I'm ready to kick that in the ass too. I'm not going into this summer feeling horrible about myself. No way. I'm done with that.
All of these things together and separate have created this perfect storm of motivation and confidence that I really haven't ever had. I tend to be a little too meek and mild for my own good when it comes to changing my life. I'll do it, but the no guarantee thing always makes me nervous in the service. But honestly...I feel like I'm outgrowing that need for certainty. I think I'm ready to just get stuff done and not hold myself back so much.
This very well may be the lamest post ever. Sorry. I just needed to get that all out somewhere.
Kittens,
Crescent
So today feels oddly important to me. First off, it's the last night of Impress These Apes and even though I'm probably going to remain in last place I have learned so much and really have had a fun time. I needed to get back on stage a little. It fills something up inside me that normally is empty.
I'm going into tonight relaxed and happy with my final act. It will be a good night I think.
Also, I just had my annual review and talked very openly with my boss about moving forward as a writer here. He was so supportive and really shook off some of my hesitation about just diving in and moving forward.
AND I've finally started my exercise routine again and have lost 4 more lbs. I'm ready to kick that in the ass too. I'm not going into this summer feeling horrible about myself. No way. I'm done with that.
All of these things together and separate have created this perfect storm of motivation and confidence that I really haven't ever had. I tend to be a little too meek and mild for my own good when it comes to changing my life. I'll do it, but the no guarantee thing always makes me nervous in the service. But honestly...I feel like I'm outgrowing that need for certainty. I think I'm ready to just get stuff done and not hold myself back so much.
This very well may be the lamest post ever. Sorry. I just needed to get that all out somewhere.
Kittens,
Crescent
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day Jason!
(this picture is from two Christmas's ago at my parents when Jason put on all his gifts at once and my mom still talks about how funny that was to her.)
Happy Valentine's Day to my husbo, Jason. What a crazy time we've had so far. You make me laugh harder than anyone ever has and even though I sometimes say I don't like it when you say my name over and over and over and over and over....I secretly do. Plus, I meant it when I said you have the same butt since college.
(singing R&B style) You are my everything....you mean the world to me.....you're the only thing that matters.....matters to me....OH baby baby baby bayyybayyy.....
(end singing)
I love you so so soooo much dude,
Crescent Tay
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Snowbody Knows....
You know...it's not the snow of a blizzard that is the issue...it's the drifting. I love snow storms, but only if I can home and warm and dry. As it stands I'm at work and chilled and my pant legs are wet.
BUT no one is here but my favorite co-workers so we are enjoying our warm office and having kind of a fun work day.
I hate this blog entry right now. I'm trying to force myself to say something here because it's been so long since I updated it but I'm dry. ('cept for my pant legs)
OH! Here's a small something.
I had a dream last night that someone broke my wrist on purpose. It was so real and awful and hurt so much. THEN later in that dream I was marrying my old college boyfriend (yarg! (that's not his name...that's the feeling he gives me)). Anyway, he was nicer in the dream but was trying to get me to be more responsible. We had lots of money in the dream so I wasn't working and just sat around most of the time. As he was lecturing me he was taking me around the house and itemizing everything that I'd bought....furniture, electronics, candles and stuff. Then he realized that everything was from the library! Everything had that library card and stamp thing that shows it's checked out. I opened my shirt and it was on my stomach too! I was from the library! What the hell does that mean?????
I'll ask my mom. Maybe I'm just feeling a little checked out these days or something although I don't think I am actually. I'm doing a lot and feeling pretty ambitious. So who knows.
I think it would be sooo funny if I did have an ex-boyfriend named Yarg. I would tell everyone and we would laugh.
BUT no one is here but my favorite co-workers so we are enjoying our warm office and having kind of a fun work day.
I hate this blog entry right now. I'm trying to force myself to say something here because it's been so long since I updated it but I'm dry. ('cept for my pant legs)
OH! Here's a small something.
I had a dream last night that someone broke my wrist on purpose. It was so real and awful and hurt so much. THEN later in that dream I was marrying my old college boyfriend (yarg! (that's not his name...that's the feeling he gives me)). Anyway, he was nicer in the dream but was trying to get me to be more responsible. We had lots of money in the dream so I wasn't working and just sat around most of the time. As he was lecturing me he was taking me around the house and itemizing everything that I'd bought....furniture, electronics, candles and stuff. Then he realized that everything was from the library! Everything had that library card and stamp thing that shows it's checked out. I opened my shirt and it was on my stomach too! I was from the library! What the hell does that mean?????
I'll ask my mom. Maybe I'm just feeling a little checked out these days or something although I don't think I am actually. I'm doing a lot and feeling pretty ambitious. So who knows.
I think it would be sooo funny if I did have an ex-boyfriend named Yarg. I would tell everyone and we would laugh.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Sleep Numbers
Jason got home really late from work last night and came right to bed. The conversations we have as we are falling asleep are so funny to me and some of my favorite moments of my day.
Last night went like this:
Jason: Dude...I had a really great time with you the past two nights (his nights off of work).
Me: Me too dude...it was lovely.
Jason: I'm scared I'm not tired. I need Mr. Monster in here. (that's what he calls one of our cats) Oh Mr. MONSTER.....Come in here dude......(cat comes in and of course sits on MY shoulder with his butt towards my face and his tail hitting me in the mouth every two seconds.)
Me: Jason...this isn't comfortable.
Jason: But he loves you! Listen to how hard he's purring!
(I roll over and the cat leaves)
Jason: Way to go!
Me: I'm sorry but my back gets sore sleeping on this stupid futon enough without an 800 pound cat on me too.
Jason: My sleep number is four. (except he likes to say that word "fewor" for some reason. it cracks him up.)
Me: We don't have sleep numbers J.
Jason: My sleep number is feworty fewor.
Me: If we ever end up on a game show where they seperate us and then ask what the other person's favorite number is we will totally win because I KNOW yours with be 44.
Jason: Or fewor.
Me: We'd better decide now.
Jason: Just fewor I think. What is your favorite number?
Me: Eight.
Jason: WHAT???! No way.
Me: Yes..that is my favorite number.
Jason: I know why.
Me: Why?
Jason: Because it goes around and around and around and around.
Me: That's right. And 3 is my second favorite number because it's half of that.
silence.
Jason: I don't even know you anymewor.
Last night went like this:
Jason: Dude...I had a really great time with you the past two nights (his nights off of work).
Me: Me too dude...it was lovely.
Jason: I'm scared I'm not tired. I need Mr. Monster in here. (that's what he calls one of our cats) Oh Mr. MONSTER.....Come in here dude......(cat comes in and of course sits on MY shoulder with his butt towards my face and his tail hitting me in the mouth every two seconds.)
Me: Jason...this isn't comfortable.
Jason: But he loves you! Listen to how hard he's purring!
(I roll over and the cat leaves)
Jason: Way to go!
Me: I'm sorry but my back gets sore sleeping on this stupid futon enough without an 800 pound cat on me too.
Jason: My sleep number is four. (except he likes to say that word "fewor" for some reason. it cracks him up.)
Me: We don't have sleep numbers J.
Jason: My sleep number is feworty fewor.
Me: If we ever end up on a game show where they seperate us and then ask what the other person's favorite number is we will totally win because I KNOW yours with be 44.
Jason: Or fewor.
Me: We'd better decide now.
Jason: Just fewor I think. What is your favorite number?
Me: Eight.
Jason: WHAT???! No way.
Me: Yes..that is my favorite number.
Jason: I know why.
Me: Why?
Jason: Because it goes around and around and around and around.
Me: That's right. And 3 is my second favorite number because it's half of that.
silence.
Jason: I don't even know you anymewor.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I Was RIGHT!
My theory....it was...it was....SPOT ON! I'm in shock that I was right about something for once.
So last night, three of my dearest friends came over and helped me and Jason FINALLY get our new apartment cleaned and organized and even.....brace yourself...decorated! It looks soooo great! I've actually never lived in such a great looking place unless you count my parents house which is REALLY great looking.
Anyway, I was dreading it and it ended up being a fun time! Jason played some great CD's and we sang and drank good wine and ate good pizza. All the while whipping that pad into some serious shape. I meant to take pictures but I think I went blind from glee.
I am now running on almost empty since I couldn't sleep the night before last due to my basic insomnia and worry over getting the apartment done and then I couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited.
I feel like a new person today. I can't wait to go home tonight and watch Angel, Season 2 in my clean and cozy home!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i'm still a little wound up.
So last night, three of my dearest friends came over and helped me and Jason FINALLY get our new apartment cleaned and organized and even.....brace yourself...decorated! It looks soooo great! I've actually never lived in such a great looking place unless you count my parents house which is REALLY great looking.
Anyway, I was dreading it and it ended up being a fun time! Jason played some great CD's and we sang and drank good wine and ate good pizza. All the while whipping that pad into some serious shape. I meant to take pictures but I think I went blind from glee.
I am now running on almost empty since I couldn't sleep the night before last due to my basic insomnia and worry over getting the apartment done and then I couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited.
I feel like a new person today. I can't wait to go home tonight and watch Angel, Season 2 in my clean and cozy home!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i'm still a little wound up.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I'm A Great Date.
So last night was Jason's first night off in a loooong time and we decided to go have a nice dinner at Fiddlehead Cafe (go eat there..it's great). Well everything was fine until I said SOMETHING that made my own self cry and I couldn't stop. What the hell is THAT about? It's not hormones...it's not life...life is good! I just am so sensitive lately. I hate it. My theory, for now, is that it's because my apartment is a mess from the move still and since my friends are coming over tonight to help me clean it up for a baby shower I'm throwing on Saturday I feel like maybe that will help? Maybe? Is that what this is? Or is it just winter?
The only way I can explain it is that I feel like an ass a lot lately or like I'm embarrassed more than normal or something. And not funny, wacky Crescent embarrassed, but the kind that makes you feel like a huge tool the next day and gives you a stomach ache. I'm just kind of down on myself in general.
I told two of my best friends about last night via text and they both said pretty much the same thing.
Text from Fred: You're bottling shit up again, Guy. (he calls me guy)
Text from Anne: Oh sweetie....I'm not surprised with all you've been holding in.
So I ask myself, "Self? Why can everyone else see when you are in need of a release of my emotional toxins but I can NEVER feel it coming myself? Self?? Answer me!!!" Alas I have no answer. I guess it's just the way that I am and that's okay really. I figure if I have a weird, really poorly timed sob fest once every half a year or so I'm doing pretty well.
It just frustrates me to be living such a great life and still get upset like that sometimes. That seems selfish and weird but I suppose it's just the way it goes.
Oh, and the crying happened between the risotto and the sturgeon and was all wrapped up by the time we got home. So date night wasn't a total wash by any means. I'm just still embarrassed. Poor Jason didn't know what to do. Ugh. I sooo need to invest in a time machine or something. I hate reflecting sometimes.
The only way I can explain it is that I feel like an ass a lot lately or like I'm embarrassed more than normal or something. And not funny, wacky Crescent embarrassed, but the kind that makes you feel like a huge tool the next day and gives you a stomach ache. I'm just kind of down on myself in general.
I told two of my best friends about last night via text and they both said pretty much the same thing.
Text from Fred: You're bottling shit up again, Guy. (he calls me guy)
Text from Anne: Oh sweetie....I'm not surprised with all you've been holding in.
So I ask myself, "Self? Why can everyone else see when you are in need of a release of my emotional toxins but I can NEVER feel it coming myself? Self?? Answer me!!!" Alas I have no answer. I guess it's just the way that I am and that's okay really. I figure if I have a weird, really poorly timed sob fest once every half a year or so I'm doing pretty well.
It just frustrates me to be living such a great life and still get upset like that sometimes. That seems selfish and weird but I suppose it's just the way it goes.
Oh, and the crying happened between the risotto and the sturgeon and was all wrapped up by the time we got home. So date night wasn't a total wash by any means. I'm just still embarrassed. Poor Jason didn't know what to do. Ugh. I sooo need to invest in a time machine or something. I hate reflecting sometimes.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Darn it.
I had a great dream to tell you about and I thought about it the whole train ride to work along with another important nugget of wisdom that occurred to me...but guess what? All gone. Zapped from my pea brain because the first hour and half of work was like some sort of whirlwind of people needing my help. And with that help I've lost all memory of my important and funny things to say.
They will come back to me. I'll smell something or say something or see something or hear something that will trigger me back to the dream, but for now um....well....it's Friday!
and um....I'm going out for a girls night!
and....OH! Jason woke up asking for a piece of licorice this morning. (not a sexy euphemism either...actual licorice.)
I told him we didn't have any right now and he said..."Oh no...."
It was pretty adorable. He's extra cute when he's sleepy. I miss him. BUT starting next week he will actually have TWO whole days off a week so we'll get to hang out more thankfully!
Okay. I will keep trying to remember my other important dream/thoughts and will post them later.
Love,
Crescent
They will come back to me. I'll smell something or say something or see something or hear something that will trigger me back to the dream, but for now um....well....it's Friday!
and um....I'm going out for a girls night!
and....OH! Jason woke up asking for a piece of licorice this morning. (not a sexy euphemism either...actual licorice.)
I told him we didn't have any right now and he said..."Oh no...."
It was pretty adorable. He's extra cute when he's sleepy. I miss him. BUT starting next week he will actually have TWO whole days off a week so we'll get to hang out more thankfully!
Okay. I will keep trying to remember my other important dream/thoughts and will post them later.
Love,
Crescent
Friday, January 12, 2007
late.
Sorry about the lateness of this post. I've been really sick with a month long cold from hell. I sound like a muppet today, whatever that means.
Anyway, the opening night went well. I remembered all my lyrics and the audience seemed to like it. I didn't score very high but there are 7 more weeks for me to up my points.
You can watch all the vids of everyone's performance from that night here....http://www.blewt.com/apes/.
Also, we got a nice review in The Chicago Reader!
Now if I could just breath maybe I could work more on next week's challenge....stand up comedy. Triple yipes man.
Anyway, the opening night went well. I remembered all my lyrics and the audience seemed to like it. I didn't score very high but there are 7 more weeks for me to up my points.
You can watch all the vids of everyone's performance from that night here....http://www.blewt.com/apes/.
Also, we got a nice review in The Chicago Reader!
Now if I could just breath maybe I could work more on next week's challenge....stand up comedy. Triple yipes man.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Overture, curtains lights.....
So it's opening night of my show. Impress These Apes. I'm excited and nervous and horse and have new clothes and a new hair cut and can't wait and will be glad when it is done.Stay tuned tomorrow for the video of my song that I wrote and performed with my egg shakers. Lord help us all.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Gloves & Bugs
This is me on prom night. 1992. I can't believe I wore gloves. Anyway, I just needed a picture and that one makes me laugh.....and miss big hair and my skinny arms.
Tonight is my best friend, Fred's, 32nd b-day party. We are going to a big divey karaoke bar and are leaving right from work. I wore these great super high awesome black boots that I just bought a few weeks ago, but alas, by noon my feet were screaming for help. So I went to Payless and got some more sensible shoes.
man. blogging every day is hard.
sigh. um.....OH!
I dreamed about a swarm of mosquitoes in my face last night.
Have a great weekend!
it'll be better on Monday. I promise.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
PBS & Nacthmares
I wonder if I'll ever do anything worthy of being photographed by Annie Leibovitz. I watched a documentary or biography or biomentary about her last night. It was on PBS and I missed the first 30 minutes or so but got majorly sucked into it fast. It just struck me how amazing portraits are and how they can capture such hidden things about someone OR sometimes how vacant someone is too. I have no examples of what I'm talking about because I'm lazy so, I don't know what more to say except you should watch PBS and try to catch it.
On another note. B sharp. hahahahahahah. Whoa. Right after I made that bad joke my onion bagel turned on me a little. That'll teach me to be a hack.
As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, I had a hell of a night of dreams last night. All having to do with being stranded on a Lost style island and not being sure if I wanted to get rescued or not. It was one of those dreams that seems to go on for hours and hours and has a major epic feel to it. And it wasn't paradise at all. We were being chased and had to go for food in shifts.......(as I'm typing this please know I DO realize how exactly like the t.v. show Lost this all is).....and there were these numbers....just kidding. Still, I was feeling really conflicted about the impending rescue. I thought about how much I loved all my island mates and worried that once we got back to normal life we'd cease knowing each other. That notion broke my heart in the dream but I also really wanted all these friends to be safe.
Eventually a lasso came out of a helicopter (not sure why the a-hole couldn't just land and let us in but whatever) and pulled us up one by one. AND I was right. We did lose touch and it was never the same.
At the very end of the dream I was living in a cabin in the woods with some co-workers and was trying to get ready for work when the toilet exploded in my face and I was soaked and the floor was flooded. I went outside and said to one of the co-workers...."now I'm all urinated and can't go to work!" and she said "no time for that. a storm is coming." and I looked up towards the forest and the sky was night time black in the distance. It ended with me saying..."uh...I'd SAY a storm is coming alright."
That kind of thing always freaks me out. I don't even know if I believe in future telling but I do believe in t.v. and movies and they would say that was a bad sign dream. I'm going to just take it as a message that some snow is on the way. That makes me feel more at ease.
On another note. B sharp. hahahahahahah. Whoa. Right after I made that bad joke my onion bagel turned on me a little. That'll teach me to be a hack.
As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, I had a hell of a night of dreams last night. All having to do with being stranded on a Lost style island and not being sure if I wanted to get rescued or not. It was one of those dreams that seems to go on for hours and hours and has a major epic feel to it. And it wasn't paradise at all. We were being chased and had to go for food in shifts.......(as I'm typing this please know I DO realize how exactly like the t.v. show Lost this all is).....and there were these numbers....just kidding. Still, I was feeling really conflicted about the impending rescue. I thought about how much I loved all my island mates and worried that once we got back to normal life we'd cease knowing each other. That notion broke my heart in the dream but I also really wanted all these friends to be safe.
Eventually a lasso came out of a helicopter (not sure why the a-hole couldn't just land and let us in but whatever) and pulled us up one by one. AND I was right. We did lose touch and it was never the same.
At the very end of the dream I was living in a cabin in the woods with some co-workers and was trying to get ready for work when the toilet exploded in my face and I was soaked and the floor was flooded. I went outside and said to one of the co-workers...."now I'm all urinated and can't go to work!" and she said "no time for that. a storm is coming." and I looked up towards the forest and the sky was night time black in the distance. It ended with me saying..."uh...I'd SAY a storm is coming alright."
That kind of thing always freaks me out. I don't even know if I believe in future telling but I do believe in t.v. and movies and they would say that was a bad sign dream. I'm going to just take it as a message that some snow is on the way. That makes me feel more at ease.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Resolutions
1. Post something here every weekday because Dan is in need and he is my friend.
2. figure out where this mildew smell is coming from today and I really hope it isn't my top. It just CAN'T be.
3. Work really hard for this show that I'm in to be free and funny and not scared and myself onstage. I think that sounds fun and like it could be really really good for my soul. It just sounds refreshing.
4. Lose 25 lbs by April 1st. Then I can start to get dressed in the morning of that day and start to put on my size extra giant jeans but then say..."April Fools Mr. Giant Jeans!!! You don't fit me anymore because I kept my resolution!" It will be good payback for last year's April Fool's when my jeans broke an empty egg on my head. *shaking fists* Youuuu!!!!
5. Work out on my Gazelle everyday. (the machine not the animal...that would be sick and cruel)
Is that it? I'm sure there's more but I'm a triangle/diagonal/1-3-5 person. So five it is.
I should have number 2 completed by lunchtime when I plan to do some serious investigation.
Happy New Year!
2. figure out where this mildew smell is coming from today and I really hope it isn't my top. It just CAN'T be.
3. Work really hard for this show that I'm in to be free and funny and not scared and myself onstage. I think that sounds fun and like it could be really really good for my soul. It just sounds refreshing.
4. Lose 25 lbs by April 1st. Then I can start to get dressed in the morning of that day and start to put on my size extra giant jeans but then say..."April Fools Mr. Giant Jeans!!! You don't fit me anymore because I kept my resolution!" It will be good payback for last year's April Fool's when my jeans broke an empty egg on my head. *shaking fists* Youuuu!!!!
5. Work out on my Gazelle everyday. (the machine not the animal...that would be sick and cruel)
Is that it? I'm sure there's more but I'm a triangle/diagonal/1-3-5 person. So five it is.
I should have number 2 completed by lunchtime when I plan to do some serious investigation.
Happy New Year!
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