Thursday, August 31, 2006
I know that I do a lot of complaining on here, and that I complain a lot about my situation whenever I talk to anyone on the phone... Largely because I don't do much of anything other than work on getting a job and get turned down for work, and therefore I have little else going on to talk about.
The thing is, I know you all get sick of hearing about it. Believe me when I tell you, I know I am sick of thinking about, working on, and talking about it. Call me fickle if you will, but when you have a solitary obsession for months on end sometimes you get the feeling that you just need a change and need something to break in a hurry... You know, before this girl breaks down and loses it completely. And after spending this much time climbing the walls, applying for jobs, going on interviews that never deliver, and feeling like everything I do is a giant waste of time, well... It's enough to drive even the sanest person a little bonkers. So what is it? Because like I said, I'm not telling anyone anything new, but I'm getting phone calls from people who are suddenly DEEPLY concerned for my well-being. (Alarmingly concerned, like part of me thinks they have some kind of suspicion that I'm on the verge of doing harm to myself or something... Which, as much as I might joke about it here, I'm really nowhere near. Trust me.) So is it something in my tone that has them all worried, or is it that they just have some kind of internal alarm that says, "Uhh, hey, given the situation she's got, I'd have lost it already, it'd probably be a good idea to check on that one..."
I mean yes, Wednesday's debacle was another kick in the teeth right when I was starting to think I could finally get a little positive energy flowing my way, but while I might be down I know I'm not out. I still have asses to kick. That horse might've kicked me while I was down, but I'm gonna stand up, dust myself off, beat that horse to death, and then send the remains to the fine folks over at Elmer's Glue factory.
I'm not going to let this shit beat me. I refuse to go back to being a grump simply because those asshats went and hired some other dumbass before they even looked at my fabulousity. I will prevail.
I'm coming in off the ledge, so break out the wine! I think it's time for a power ballad!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Yup. About 2 hours before my scheduled interview today I got a phone call saying, don't bother putting your fancy pants on, we hired someone else. Yeah. We hired them before we ever looked at what you had to offer... Because we are asshats like that.
So basically, the lizzle can't catch a break. And it blows.
So the wind has been taken out of my sails... I feel like eating cookie dough... But I can't afford to go wasting money to buy all the crap it would take to make cookie dough, and that crap in a tube just ain't the same thing. I guess my ass will thank my poverty later.
I'm going to go visit Anthony now because this slut needs a hug.
The issue is THE CURE.
No, not the 80's pop band showcasing the musical stylings of Robert Smith...
THE CURE TO MY MISERY IS MUSICAL THOUGH!! (Well, the short term cure is musical, the long term cure is getting a job that doesn't make me want to hurt people.)
All too content to wallow lately, I've been remiss in self-medicating my misery.
Despite the fact that I haven't had work in an all too painfully long time, I've been adherent to a rather rigid schedule as though I still had to get up on Monday and work a 40 hour week. When my sleep schedule isn't all out of whack, you can bet that my stupid ass has usually been in bed around midnight and up by 9.
I came to realize that something about this is wrong.
Sure I have an interview tomorrow. Sure I'd really like to get the job. Sure I would like to go back to work for a familiar company. Sure I'd like the particular benefits that would come with this job. But the fact is that I'm not going to get it if I go in with the mental state I've been sporting lately. And so I scheduled the interview late in the afternoon. And I took some time for self-medication.
The lizzle turned on the stereo.
The lizzle opened the fridge and found a big part of the cure inside.
The lizzle walked into the bathroom, plugged the drain, and turned on the water.
The lizzle took a bubble bath with a BIG glass of wine.
The lizzle dried off and put on comfy PJs.
The lizzle, now a little buzzed, poured another big glass of wine.
The lizzle turned up the stereo.
The lizzle proceeded to rock out.
The lizzle danced like a spaz in her apartment. (For hours.)
The lizzle remembered just how much she really loves a lame-ass power ballad.
The lizzle remembered she does not know how to dance.
The lizzle remembered that she was alone in her apartment and didn't need to worry about her dance floor skill.
The lizzle sneezed 6 times.
The lizzle blew her nose.
The lizzle threw away the tissue and resumed spaz-like dancing.
The lizzle realized that there is nothing she can do to impact the outcome of her present situation beyond what she has been doing all along, and that being a miserable grump was entirely optional.
SHE IS RECLAIMING IT WHETHER THE WORLD LIKES IT OR NOT!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
And so today you get nothing.
Because I say so.
I hope you've learned your lesson.
The one decision that tells everyone else what to to expect from you all season long.
What the hell do I name my team?
The team name that you come up with indicates to your fellow league mates about YOU. If you have a lame team name it indicates to them that you are not willing to put in the time and effort involved in fantasy sports. If your team name is some stupid inside joke it indicates one of two things; either you are in a league with your friends who will probably get the joke and make fun of your retarded ass anyway, or you're a co-dependent freak who needs the approval of others on any and every decision they make so you will take 10 times longer to make any decisions... Trust me when I tell you that nobody wants to be in the league with the guy who can't make a simple decision on their own. It's one thing to consult a bunch of other people if you're trying to manufacture a trade that can only be pulled off by brokering a deal involving 10 teams so that you can get what you want and eventually you come out on top in the end. It is something else entirely to consult 32 people to see which of your running backs to bench this week. Yeah, don't be THAT GUY.
Now this is not to say that you can't consult your friends before naming your team. By all means, consult one or two of your most amusing friends. Just make sure that you collectively come up with something that everyone else in the whole of your league can at least appreciate on a surface level. Yes there are those few who stick to the basics, like something including their name, or hometown, or something equally lame... Word of advice: unless you won your league the year before and you went with a similar naming and player-draft strategy, don't do this... It's just sad to see that you're in a league with people who don't care enough to put forth the great naming effort. So make it snappy. If there's an extra little joke built in there for your own amusement, fine, but just remember that you're going to have to deal with these people all season long, so you might as well give them a laugh when they see what you decided to call your team.
Tonight my dear friend Mel was kind enough to include me in the team naming consultation. I was more than happy to help. And we came up with some DOOZIES. Most of these are Lizzle originals that I ran through with Mel, but then there were a few that didn't come along until later...
In no particular order: (For the ones that mention the Dutch, keep in mind that Mel is of Dutch descent. And let's face it, those crazy wooden-shoe-wearing Dutch folk are more than a little bit inherently funny.)
- The Dutch Oven Conspiracy
- The Team from Herpes Island
- The Team Formerly Known As The Panty Raiders
- Balloon Animals from John Wayne Gacy
- Tranny Hooker Jugband
- Sideline Pirates
- Ron Burgundy's Moustache
- Ridin' Dirty Dutch
- Amish Rake Fight
- Rodeo Clowns Gave Me Crabs
- Rectal Urgency
- More Cowbell
- Drunken Pigeon Invasion
- Spork Wielding Sea Monkeys
- Velcro Underwear
- Battery Acid Shampoo
- Tom Cruise and the Banana Hammocks
- Salmon Flavored Hampsters
- The Pregnant Nuns
- The Granny Panty Express
- Ed Gein & The Ed-skins (If you don't get this one, click this link and look under the Arrest heading.)
- Badonkadonk Certified Circus Performers
- French-Canadian Park Bench Lickers
- Mr. Earl and the Occasionally Accurate Knife Throwers
- Suck My Ditka (And on a side note, I'm so putting this one on a t-shirt)
- My Team Is On The Elvis Diet
- Thai Hooker Exchange
- Fat Guys in Little Coats
- Team Zack Morris
- Banana Slug Liberation Front
- Snakes on a Football Field
- Celebrity Neck Waddles
- Puppy Soup & The Kitten Kabobs
- Obscenely Painful Rug Burn
- The Land Sharks
- Malnourished Midget Brigade
- Bloody Care Bears
- Angst-Ridden Octogenarians
- Lop-Sided Camel Humps Union Local 163rd
So here's a challenge. Come up with 5 original/creative team names and leave them in the comments! (I greatly look forward to seeing what you come up with.) Any other comments are still welcome as well.
So I got to thinking. And since we know it's in the works already, I think we need to start making casting decisions for the made-for-TV-movie about the JonBenet case, since we now have a suspect pinned down for the cursory dramatic courtroom sequence at the end.
Well, Dakota Fanning is playing JonBenet... We know that much, even though she's like 27 now, she's known for being that cute little blonde girl that everyone loves so damn much. (We all know that Paris Hilton would REALLY be trying for a casting call on this one... but I've got to draw the line somewhere!) And I always thought that John Ramsey looked a little bit like Bill O'Reilly. Though Bill O'Reilly is a jerkface, and not an actor, so John Ramsey would probably be played by someone like Victor Garber in heavy makeup. Patsy Ramsey is going to be played by ... Oh I don't fuckin know... I can't think of anyone! Someone else is going to have to do some work on this goddamn movie too, you know! Though they'll probably fuck it up and get Joan Collins or something.
I DO, however, have the PERFECT guy to play the killer... He's a guy who is used to playing the killer! And he's a close enough match to work in a TV movie... His name is Bruce Payne.
I was watching Passenger 57 this weekend, and I was a little creeped out by the resemblance.
**UPDATE** Ok, so I just saw on Cnn.com that they aren't charging this loon... So I guess we'll have to wait on casting the actual killer, but we can still cast this guy in a cameo role to give our little movie the right plot twist. I mean he REALLY does look like him!
Friday, August 25, 2006
She is about 2.5 millimeters away from biting someone's nose off.
She might not stop with the nose.
She has lost all patience with looking for a job, as well as talking about, thinking about, and in any way working on getting a damn job... But she's still plugging on.
If you want to pay me to do just about anything, you know where to find me.
I'm not above working as a hired assassin.
Word to the wise: Don't cross the lizzle right now.
Now, feel free to continue with your day.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
1. I have been water skiing and snow skiing, but I've never gone snowboarding.
2. I own two t-shirts that are genuinely older than I am and a few more that are almost as old as I am... They are all favorites in my collection.
4. I once broke another girl's nose.
5. I didn't attend my senior prom.
6. I ABSOLUTELY HATE yellow mustard. Just the smell of it grosses me out.
7. I also despise pickles... though probably not as much as this girl.
8. One year for Halloween, I dressed up as THIS! Admit it, you are now cowering in fear.
9. Of all the jewelry I wear, I feel naked if I'm not wearing a watch.
10. My favorite color is cobalt blue.
11. I am terrified of Tony Little... Don't ask me why, he just scares the bejesus outta me! (Even posting that picture link gave me the heebie jeebies.)
12. I've never been arrested, but I have been put into the back of a police cruiser.
13. I have a strange condition that causes me to occasionally break out in red splotches when I consume alcohol... Fortunately for me, it's rare, and it only lasts about half an hour from the time of my first beverage.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Still no job.
Still a miserable grump.
I know there are some of you who enjoy my comments on your blog and you are probably wondering where I've been lately. I've been around. I've read everything you've had to say, but I'm not my snappy self lately, so I've restricted my commenting to a bare minimum... I still love you, and I'm still reading your stuff!
I guess that's all.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It was a big weekend. As you all know, Snakes on a Plane came out on Friday, but Friday was special for another reason. It was my momma's birthday. (Once again, happy birthday momma!) So in addition to Samuel L. Jackson kicking a little airborne reptile ass, and momma getting another year older, this weekend was also the big weekend for my oldest sister who competed in her first-ever triathalon!
I don't know where she is in that one up there... I think she's the one wearing the yellow swim cap. (Yeah, I know, I'm THAT jerk.)
She's the hot slut in the black shorts and lime green tank top.
She had her neighbor french braid some pigtails for the big race "because they look fast" and they definitely cut down on wind resistance. (Plus I think they kinda looks like snakes on her head!)
And you see, she finished! Because she is hot like that! She still finished the triathalon despite the fact that she took 10 days off to vacation in Jamaica late in her training schedule, as well as taking off for the family reunion last month... Because let's face it, you've gotta have priorities.
There is not much else to say about Monday, as I spent much of it in bed with a migraine. And looking at this damn screen ain't making things any better for me, so this is all you get. Be good my angels!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
That said, here's a little bit of a new tale, mixed with an old Lizzle classic. Seeing as it's Snakes on a Plane weekend I think this story works really well, timing wise.
I was talking to my mom earlier this evening, and she mentioned that my cousin was watching a rain storm from the comfort of her home (which is right on a lake) and while she was watching the rains come down, she noticed what appeared to be a piece of rope or a bike tire that was in the front yard... And then she noticed that this piece of rope or bike tire was mobile. Since she has a couple of very small children in the house, and suspecting it might be a rather sizable snake, she asked her husband to go and check it out. And he asked her what he was supposed to do if it WAS a snake, kill it? To which my cousin more or less replied, "I have had it with that motherfuckin' snake in my motherfuckin' yard!" And so he hopped into some waders, and ran out into the yard equipped with an umbrella and a shovel. And as he approached, he found that not only was it a snake, it was a water moccasin, (yes, they are poisonous,) and it was angry, as evidenced by the bared fangs. And Frank is a tough guy in his own little way, so he took care of business and well, let's just say that shovel served double duty!
Hearing my mom telling this reminded me of another reptilian tale. One that we still razz her for her role in.
A long time ago, when I was just a wee little Lizzle-in-training, we lived in a very small town on a rather large property that abutted the Hoosier National Forest, and between our property and our nearest neighbor was about an acre of untended land that my brother and I regularly traversed to go play with the other neighborhood kids. (Yeah, I grew up as a yard ape, and I own it.) So one day mom rounds up my brother and me for a trip to the grocery store. I'd say I was maybe 5, and my brother was about 7. And so my mother and we two sweet, innocent babes are not twenty yards from our house, and we all see what was roughly an 8 foot black rat snake... At least we think that's what it was. All that was important was that it was HUGE, reptilian, mean looking, and sunning itself in the road in front of us.
Mom, in a full-sized sedan (either a Buick or an Oldsmobile, I can't remember which) figured that running over it would do the trick. So she rolled over that bad boy... Which only seemed to piss it off as opposed to killing it, as it kept on moving. So she rolled over it in reverse. And still, it was just upset, and not squished. So she rolled over it a couple more times with no further ill effect to the snake. So what did she do? Instead of driving ALL of us back to the house, she gets out of the car, leaving my brother and I (terrified, although in a closed car) in VERY CLOSE proximity to a very upset reptile.
So what seemed like an eternity later mom comes back, with my father in tow. Dad, seeing the angry beast runs back to the house, and comes back with-- OF ALL THINGS -- a wooden sword that my brother used to play with. At which point I'm pretty sure I remember him saying something like, "I've had it with this motherfuckin' snake in the motherfuckin' road!" And he proceeds to pummel and bludgeon the thing over the course of the next few minutes. And once he was satisfied with the beating, (though I'm not entirely sure it was actually dead, because the thing had just survived being run over 6 times, so I don't know that a blunt wooden sword was all that menacing,) he used the end of the sword to scoop it up and fling it into that untended plot I mentioned... Yeah, the same plot of tall grass that we small children crossed on a regular basis. I'm pretty sure that it was only a coincidence that our neighbor Adolph was bitten by a snake a week or two later while tending his garden which was also in very close proximity to that field. Yeah... Probably wasn't the same snake, because dad beat the crap out of it with a blunt wooden sword.
So mom gets credit for traumatizing us by leaving us to fend for ourselves so that she could go get dad, who only flung the snake into territory commonly used for childhood play. But she's still the best damn momma around, and if you wanna fight me on that statement, I will shank you. Have no doubt about it.
Yeah, that's it. You disappointed that's all? You wanna throw down? I'm not afraid to put a $300 snake skin shoe up your ass! C'mon! Because I've had it with these motherfuckin' bitches who don't appreciate my motherfuckin' snake stories!!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I'm having a tough time of it lately. The unemployment misery is just the tip of the rather sizable iceberg.
And right about now that iceberg is punching holes all down the side of my boat... I'm trying to bail out the rising water but I don't know how much longer I can keep it afloat.
I was talking to someone on the phone this evening, and just burst into tears for no particular reason. This is a very big deal, because I'm not a crier. NOT AT ALL. And while it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, aside from just being kind of shitty, I think being stood up last night just kind of tipped the scales.
And it's not as though I had any grand designs on the evening, I just wanted to see my friend one last time before he left because, seeing as this is a big move, I don't know when I'll ever see him again. It hurt me that he felt like he could tell me that he was going to see me on his last night in town and not show.
I've tread that ground before with this particular friend. In fact, in the years that I've known him this has been a pretty standard behavioral pattern. While talking to another of my friends this evening, I mentioned this, and how I was kind of bewildered as to why this behavior was something that I have tolerated and repeatedly forgiven over the course of our friendship. She put it so simply and yet so brilliantly. She said that we all have that one person who pulls that kind of crap who we just can't help always forgiving, and he's mine. Part of me really hates that I put up with that kind of behavior in anyone, but then I guess that's the price I pay for occasionally wearing that shirt where my heart is pinned on the sleeve... I'm starting to think maybe I need to burn that fucking shirt.
The part that really breaks my heart is that just before he left he and I had the following exchange:
Me: "In spite of everything, I'm going to miss you."
Him: "I'm grateful to hear that because I was starting to get the feeling that nobody was going to miss me. Thanks for saying so."
Me: "You're welcome. Even if you never show up, you're always welcome."
He made no effort at a response to that. And now he's in Manhattan.
I know that I have bigger problems than this, and that it seems like a stupid thing to focus my attention on, or waste another minute thinking about it but this was just the one thing that really opened the flood gates and let everything else loose. And like that one wrong step that puts you in the path of destruction, it's just that one little thing that you just can't stop thinking about.
I know that this is just a periodic slump, and a series of crummy events that just happen to be packaged together, and that soon enough I'll be back on top, laughing and boozing like this never happened, but this is just one of those times when it's REALLY REALLY difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
In an effort to turn things around, I'm pouring a BIG glass of wine and watching The Goonies!
I contacted one of my friends via instant messenger, and he informed me that he was rather suddenly recruited to work a job, and that in order to work it, he has to move to New York in order to do it. He notes that he had to move tomorrow.
I am BEYOND shocked by this.
Seeing as this is one of my friends, and knowing that I will miss him a great deal, I offered to help him pack his belongings. He told me no, that after he'd finished packing that he would come down to my place, drink, pass out, and then leave in the morning.
That was fine by me. He was supposed to come down at about 2, and so I went and waited for him to show at the train. (I didn't take my phone, because I assumed he was on his way.)
After waiting a little over 30 minutes, I walk home and find that he'd called several times trying to see if I was still conscious... I called him back to see why he wasn't already on the train, and to find out where the hell he was now, and he said since I didn't answer my phone he wasn't sure I was still up and that he was headed for the train now...
Skip ahead to an hour later...
No call, no text message, no show...
That's right. It's his last night in town, he tells me he's done packing and that he's coming to visit and...
wait for it...
and he stood me up.
Yep. He stood me up.
I love him to pieces, and he told me he was on his way, and he's a no-show.
All I can really say to myself is that I should've known better.
I wish I didn't like the men so much!
It would make life so much easier!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I need to find some way to vent my frustration, and regain some level of normalcy. I need to get the hell out of my apartment! (I'm so sick of the sight of this place, it's not even funny!)
I have nothing fun to tell you. So I will do nothing more than give you a movie recommendation.
If you haven't already seen it, you need to RUN (don't walk, RUN) and locate a copy of a 1999 piece of cinematic GENIUS known as Mystery Men.
When it initially came out, it was panned by critics, but that's ok, because it's not the type of movie you're going to go see on the recommendation of a critic. (MMMMISHY, I expect a full review on this ASAP.)
I'm not kidding, this was one of those underrated, overlooked pieces of COMEDY GOLD. I didn't even learn about it until 2 years after its initial release when it was quoted by the lovely Kirsten. The quotes were so great that I inquired as to their origin, and well, it was all downhill from there.
The connection between my original line of thought, and my movie recommendation is that without my patience and sanity, I feel like I'm rapidly turning into Mr. Furious... And the rage is taking over!
If you don't believe me about this movie, go here and check out the memorable quotes... If my recommendation, a few of the memorable quotes, and the fact that the villain was named Casanova Frankenstein won't convince you to go out and spend the 99 cents it would cost to rent this classic, nothing will!
For once, just trust me!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
[Harsh's phone rings]
Harsh: OOOH, it's Horsie!
Liz: Horsie? Who do you call Horsie?
Harsh: My ex-girlfriend.
Liz: You call your ex-girlfriend HORSIE?
Harsh: Uh, yeah.
Liz: Why, may I ask, do you call her Horsie?
Harsh: Because she's good looking... And I think horsies are pretty.
Harsh: You know, horsie sometimes gets mad at me. She gets worried that I equate her to such a large animal... And she would yell at me, and then I would have to tell her that's why she's a horsie and not a pony.
Liz: How do you mean?
Harsh: Ponies can't yell as loud as horsies... It's a scientific fact, horsies just yell louder than ponies! Look it up!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Those of you who know me personally know how utterly ridiculous this is. It's ridiculous for the following reasons:
- I am not in a relationship that is even remotely near generating a proposal... Actually, I'm not technically in a relationship at all.
- I have never been in a relationship that was ever close to generating a proposal.
- I am not now, nor have I ever been that girl who has been planning her wedding since the age of six.
- I have not even attended a wedding in 4 years. (I am aware that this is a freakishly long time for someone my age to go without attending a wedding, and this doesn't at all mean that I don't know plenty of people who have gotten married, but let's not get into any of that... I'll only end up sounding bitter.)
(But secretly, I really do want that damn poofy white dress.)
And while we're on the subject of gross, does anyone else have this problem? (Ladies, I'm looking at you here.) You put your hair in a high ponytail or something, and leave it up all day, and when you go to take it down your hair hurts? (Ok, I know it's actually your scalp that's hurting, but work with me here...) I've noticed that on the extremely rare ocassion that I go longer than 24 hours without showering it is even more unpleasant than the standard hair pain. And I don't want to hypothesize about why that is, because that's getting into a whole other realm of gross.
Let's not even get into the fact that my sleep cycle is all wonky again and that for me getting to sleep by 4 AM is "doing pretty good." Keep in mind that it's 4:46 AM right now, and I'm not even tired... (THIS IS GROSS!)
Seriously, the only fun things that I did this weekend were cook, and talk to Debbie on Saturday night. And for the record, she is every bit as delightful as you would imagine. But then again, I am totally biased because I have long insisted that she and I were kindered spirits, and that means that we kind of have an unspoken inherent understanding of one another.
And that's really all I have to report. I'm a boring, miserable, unemployed jerkface. I hope things are going better for you all than they are for me... Or that you at least had a more eventful weekend!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
And if you're going to tell me that you just watched that and you didn't laugh, I'm going to tell you to leave! No, seriously. Click that little red X up in the corner there, because clearly you don't know comedy.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Tolo being a tiny little town, we could easily walk the few blocks to the one little night club or any number of adorable little shops that lined the streets, but those of us who were smart took a different approach. (Please refer to this very loose aerial view of our location as a handy visual aid for your consideration.)
We had a customarily late dinner at the hotel, (the turquoise rectangle,) and as the sun went down we called our parents from the international pay phone, (the red dot,) and after the sun set we walked across the street to the little cafe, (the maroon rectangle) that just so happened to be open particularly late... I think it stayed open largely because the owner saw that we were migrating to the cafe to purchase alcoholic beverages to be consumed on the beach repeatedly over a stretch of many hours, and that staying open was in his best financial interest... As was his choice to fire up the oven and sell pizzas to our drunk asses at the end of the night... but you see where this is going... (See all those little black dots? That's us! We're drinking, and bull-shitting, and having a grand time!) Those green dots are two VILE Armenian guys with appallingly bad oral hygiene who repeatedly propositioned every female in our little group, asking us if we would like some "company." But it was there, on that beach, at the tender age of 18 that I learned the joys of mixing a perfect night on the beach with alcohol to turn everything from picture perfect to GODDAMN SPECTACULAR. (Go easy on me for not figuring this out before the age of 18... I grew up in southern Indiana where there are no REAL beaches.)
And this evening was a different kind of goddamn spectacular. I had only one or two cocktails around happy hour, and as the sun went down I decided to venture to my own little piece of heaven in the sand. I strolled along the shoreline in the 75 degree perfection of the evening, enjoying the strong breeze blowing in off the lake, and the sounds of the waves crashing and rolling in, and it was, in a word, exquisite... Transcendently exquisite.
After the sun set over the city, and the last of the sunlit penumbra began to fade to that deep blue, I sauntered home, and fixed myself an iced cafe au lait and reflected on things. It's been a lovely night. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go flip through my photo album of that European vacation and reminisce about simpler times.
It's time to get serious my children.
It's a sad sad day in blogger land.
As I made my rounds, reading my usual daily fare, I came across a post that deeply saddened me.
Our darling KellyNellyNelloWhatever is packing it in. That's right. If you haven't already seen it for yourself, please take a moment to venture over and see for yourself.
After a period of cowering in the corner of my apartment, moaning gutterally, and begging the good lord for a reason why he would see fit to curse me with this on top of my employment (or complete lack thereof) misery, I regained a little bit of perspective... Perhaps to make up for the little bit of dignity I left over in the corner.
My new-found perspective told me that I was being selfish. I'm sure that Kelly has a very good reason for giving up on her pursuit of internet celebrity, and her achievement of general awesomeness. I'm sure that there's been some serious thought behind such a big decision. I can't imagine what her reasoning might be, but knowing Kelly, it's relatively rational and thought out.
Having been a so-so blogger with the occasional decent day of material for over two years now, I can tell you that there have been times when I'd go through a funk, and think about calling it quits, but after a couple of days, I always came to the conclusion that I would miss it, and that I liked the idea of writing for an audience that was comprised of folks who I knew, and many that I don't... It made me feel like people outside my immediate circle of friends and family actually gave a damn about what I did, which was kind of strange, and more than a little bit of a pleasant surprise. And during that two years, I'm sure that I've pissed a few people off, (my life is a daily excercise in pissing off all the wrong people, and occasionally apologizing to the few right ones that I upset, but that's beside the point,) and I'm sure that there have been stretches that have undoubtedly reduced you to streaming tears of boredom... But I try to redeem myself when I know I've been cruel to you like that, and most of the time I try to keep you vaguely entertained, (which is only slightly different from how I approach my days, in that I am only trying to keep myself vaguely entertained).
But back to the matter at hand.
Please Nello, make this a hiatus, a sabatical if you will. Even if it's an extended one! We just want to know that one day you'll come back to us, and that things will be like they used to be. We need that kind of order restored to the world, and we will miss you while you are gone. The internet needs more people like you. Someone who is CONSISTENTLY an interesting read on a daily basis, and knows how to put together such beautiful web designs, and has adorable babies, and rarely allows me to go a day without laughter... All I can say is that while I know I will miss you, and I know many others who will as well, I will try to be supportive and to try to understand why you're giving it up, and pray for your eventual return. And if that day should ever come, we in the blogosphere will sing your praises, and you will be welcomed back to the sound of trumpets and ovations galore. (And that's just from those of us in Chicago!)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
This ranks in the pantheon of great videos... And especially high among the low-budget videos!
The only videos that I can think of that rank higher in the pantheon for me are both by Fatboy Slim. The one for "Weapon of Choice" while not low-budget, is just beyond exquisite because it stars Christopher Walken. The other great being the original video for "Praise You" (Kim, I said it was "Rockafella Skank" in the e-mail to you, and well, I was wrong... But I tracked down the one I really meant for the post!) It's the master of the low-budget videos, because you know those hot dancing bitches donated their time and considerable talents just to say they were in the video and it makes me laugh EVERY TIME I watch it!!
Anyway, back to the reason we're all here, this video of Ok Go, please, watch and enjoy!!!
I think that while I kind of have them ranked for my own personal reference, inclusion in this category is more akin to those who can say that they have scaled Everest... Nobody climbs Everest higher than anyone else has climbed it, but those who have are a distinguished group who are among a special kind of elite.
Ok, I'll stop now.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Ok, I get Honda's whole, "Hey, buy our cars, because they're very good for the environment, and if you change the oil every once in a great while, they will run FOREVER" thing... Really. The point has been made!!!
When I say Honda is onto something, I guess I should be more specific, because I'm not talking about the cars. I am talking about their ads! FOR REAL!! THEIR ADS ARE BRILLIANT!
A long time ago, I posted about this ad, which is a complex Rube Goldberg design built entirely out of car parts, which is insanely cool!
And then today I found a few from the current campaign that just really got me laughing (Which is important when you're in a job-searching funk like I am!)
There's this one, featuring a crab named Gil, which is an extended version of a commercial I'd seen before...
And then there's this one, featuring a platypus which I hadn't seen, but laughed heartily at!
And this one featuring an opossum which I also moderately enjoyed. (Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that opossum sound a little like Alec Baldwin in the very beginning, and a little more like Keith David there at the end... Hell, it probably really is Keith David!
And then there is this one featuring a rabbit, which I didn't find all that funny, until I considered that it is a pretty nice little tribute to Kelly and her broken foot right now! (Nello, you should've listened to the rabbit... he would've told you in advance about the between-toe chafing!)
You all probably think I'm advocating the purchase of a Honda Pilot right about now, but really I'm not. I don't like them. I think they are ugly. But if that's your bag, it's cool. We can still be friends. I just like them because they give me a little giggle!!
In an unrelated note, I want to thank you all for your support, and positive thoughts, and to beg you to keep them coming! You are all some seriously hot bitches!Keep it real, homies!!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
SICK AND TIRED OF LOOKING FOR A DAMN JOB!
I have submitted literally hundreds of resumes and well, we've seen just how far I've gotten. Seriously, I am fed up with thinking about this baloney all the time, spending my free time looking for previously untapped job resources, and dealing with everything else that goes with being out of work... Including my dwindling bank accounts. (Seriously, if this keeps up, I'm looking at moving home, and I REALLY don't want to do that.)
I don't really have much else to report. I'm bogus. I'm sorry.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
These first few shots are from my last full day at home watching my nephews. Since it was my last day, and I knew I wouldn't be back for a while, Itook Tyler to Kids World, or as he likes to call it, "Pizza Planet." (I blame Toy Story for that one.) I would like it noted that when I picked out his outfit in the morning, I knew that pictures would be taken, and that this was THE SINGLE BEST T-shirt for the day. (That's one for all you SoaP fans!!) (**Speaking of SoaP, Jay found this for us... and I have been keeping myself entertained for quite some time manufacturing phone calls to my friends.**)
I sent him to play in the tunnels, and hustled that boat load of tickets for him, so that he could get that sword he had his eye on.
Yeah, he got that sword...
So now he is officially the super hero known as "Captain Underpants!"
Well upon my arrival home, I knew that I'd have to do everything I could to nurse myself back to health so that I could attend the annual flower slingin' barbecue... It's always a drunken good time with really good food! (Special thanks to Christine who hosts the event every year!)
Kristi isn't so sure about something...
Nate was there, but he cut out early. I felt it was important to supply photographic proof that he made an appearance this year.
Leslie looks plenty tan, but if you could see her tummy, it's day-glow pale. But we still love her, and she seriously works harder than anyone else out there!
And even though C gave up slingin for the real world, we still love her enough to invite her back!!
And then of course, I had house guests on Saturday... Here's Jeffo, showing us legal documentation that he is in fact licensed to carry firearms... That's a scary thought! (And yes, the background in this shot is a tiny glimpse into the casa de Lizzle.)
Here's Jeffo posing with the lovely Karla. They are obnoxiously adorable.
And they know how to light up a dance floor as well!
Seriously, my friends are some hot sluts!
Even if Jeff totally dances like the white boy that he is.
They really are obnoxiously adorable!
And then we got all the boys up on stage to dance around that stripper pole!
Chris is all smiles up on stage!
And Jeff really knows how to work a stripper pole!
And he doesn't mind a slap on the ass either...
Eddie, Karla, Jeffo, and Sam know what they're doing on the dance floor... I was a sweaty mess, and my feet hurt like no other, but I had a REALLY good time bumping and grinding with this group...
I love having house guests that are this much fun... (Even if Jeffo is a little gassy!) If you kids can hang with a crowd like this, you're welcome at my place ANY time!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
I'll get to them, REALLY, I will.
My sickness kept me in bed the majority of the day on Friday. I spent a little bit of time cleaning my place up, (though not nearly the time that I needed to spend,) and then I went out to Christine's for the flower slinging barbecue. I felt well enough to attend that, and I'm pretty sure that if I spend enough of my Saturday in bed, and cleaning my apartment that I will be ready to hang and host Jeffo and Karla.
I think its kind of important to make the place look great considering that Jeff is the baby brother of the guy I'm kinda dating right now. I'm really hoping I can wrangle this place into some kind of order in the next several hours so that I don't totally damage anyone's opinion of my taste or style... (Considering I need a great deal of sleep in order to be functional right now, I beg you to keep your fingers crossed on my behalf.)
I' m hoping that sometime on Saturday (if you're REALLY REALLY lucky,) or more likely on Sunday I will be able to load the afforementioned pictures and stories in addition to those yet to be fully realized so that my entertainment might better entertain you... Because after all, as much as this blog is literally about me, its also about you, and what you sexy bitches are willing to read and find the least bit amusing.
I'm feeling the healthy vibes you are all sending my way, and I am begging you to keep them coming!!!
I'll catch you kids later! Until then, be good!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
I have more pictures to post from my stay at home, but I am sick and don't feel like getting out of bed to get the pictures to load them into the computer... I'll post them tomorrow along with a couple more stories. I promise.
Tomorrow will also bring other amusements if I am well enough to function. The third annual flower slingin' barbecue is scheduled to transpire at Miss Christine's house! I am REALLY hoping that I will be feeling well enough to attend. If I can attend that party, I will certainly be able to play hostess to Jeffo and Karla on Saturday.
Please pray to all the angels in heaven that I make a speedy recovery so that I can actually enjoy my first weekend back in the city! (Although in my case, its probably more likely that you should pray to all the demons of hell, because that's where we all know I am headed!)
And now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go to bed and try to sleep through this miserable illness!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I mentioned to you all that I was going to the horse track on Saturday. Seeing that I don't exactly have money to blow right now, I didn't place any bets on the ponies, but I did call a couple of winners. Here are the pictures from race day:
We had seats right down on the finish line, so it was kind of sweet to see the horses up close... (I love horses, and if someone wanted to buy me a pony, I'd totally let them!) I've seen plenty of horses up close, and my dad used to take us to Churchill Downs for weekend picnics and race days all the time when we were kids, but I'm still always impressed by how pretty the thoroghbreds are.
Sunday brought me into contact with a whole other kind of animal...
Mee Mia, the cutest ugly dog out there.
Mia was around to help us celebrate Mary's 21st birthday... Mary's dad Mike threw a big party for her with a "stock the bar" theme. Guests were asked to bring gifts of alcohol, and/or things that will be useful to this future lush... (We took some good vodka and cranberry juice.)
Mary's little brother Jacob thought it would be fun to harrass poor little Mia.
And then he thought he'd harrass his big sister, the birthday girl, Mary... But they stopped long enough to pose for the pictures!
We then proceeded to take things outside, where we find James in a sombrero, with a 3 foot long sparkler, and an alcoholic beverage... because alcohol and fireworks are ALWAYS a good combination. (And if you think he looks a little wild now, just wait!)
And then there's the other James, and his inverted son Eli.
...I'm noticing a trend as to the number of inverted children we find on this blog... Hmmmmm... Curious...
And here's the first James, (sans sombrero) trying to clean a corroded penny with hot sauce... You think I'm just making this stuff up, but I'm not. (And yes, that is a fork wrapped around his wrist... In case that penny covered in hot sauce is just too irresistable when he's through with the demonstration.)
And of course, once you get the makeshift beer pong table set up, someone has to fill the cups.
And someone has to provide the tunes...
But it looks as though Buck, the guy providing the tunes blew out an eardrum... Or maybe he was just too hammered to go on...
After Mary passed out, (which is only natural on one's 21st birthday,) and the party more or less broke up, we forged on to the homes of other unsuspecting parents... Including those with a kiddie pool set up in the back yard for their granddaughter.
Kristin and James repeatedly BEGGED me to join them in the pool, being the smart girl that I am, and knowing how these kinds of pictures tend to resurface when people are running for public office many years down he road, I respectfully declined the invitation. (Michael K, you can feel free to use any of these **And I have more** in a "caption this" contest.)
Seriously, by the end of the night, I knew what it would be like to party with Britney and K-Fed! And while it is really funny to watch for a while, in the end its like a car wreck... You don't want to look any more, but you just can't look away.
And yes, his head is totally up her tank top. (And no, they are not a couple.)
Its almost like a baptism at one of those crazy tent revivals in the bible belt! Inflatable pool and all!!
And then the lap dances start... And I am even more pleased that I never entered the pool.
God, the things a few games of beer pong, and a little Christina Aguilera will do to people!
I have never been more glad that my pants stayed on in all my life... REALLY.
And so there you have it. Proof that I really am still in my early twenties... Most of the time I either drink at home like a grown up, or I act reasonably respectable in the bars that I visit... But then there's always that one time when the liquor gets flowing, and you just happen to be lucky enough to have brought your camera, and just barely sober enough to take some really great pictures without managing to embarrass yourself... In the words of Martha "I'm-not-a-crook" Stewart, "Its a good thing."
I'm headed home tomorrow, and I'll have a reliable connection to the internet then. I'll use that opportunity to bring you all the way up to speed then.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I love you all, and I feel like I'm letting you down right now.
Please don't blame me, blogger is letting us all down right now!