The Last Nerve.
If you’d like to annoy me, then drive your semi in the left lane on a major commuter thoroughfare while kicking up debris from the shoulder and going just below the speed limit refusing to move over and slamming your breaks on every 2 minutes.
Bun in the Oven?
Recently, my husband and I decided to pull the goalie and give getting pregnant the old college try. The thing that they don’t tell you in all those pregnancy planning books is how maddening it is during the time period from when you’re getting it on and ovulating to when you know something “for sure”. It’s too early to take a pee stick test, and the waiting…no fun. My wee little brain plays tricks on me, and I’m convinced that I feel a weird little twinge in my lower left uterus all the while longing for just one more glass of Cabernet before a long, dry nine months.
Sigh…
I Will Follow You Into the Dark
Hands down one of my favorite songs of all time by one of my all time favorite bands.
Another version of the video – that’s actually even more lovely in my opinion – can be found here:
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid13759187001?bclid=9413854001&bctid=10528359001
The Last Nerve.
Hey fuckhead with the Maryland number who called my cell at 6.30 in the god damn morning, FUCK OFF! Thank you.
Boy in the Balloon
Today, hearts sunk as a six year old boy went missing allegedly in an experimental-y balloon aircraft device that resembled a flying saucer in Ft. Collins, CO. The kid was missing for at least two hours. When the balloon finally crash landed, everyone’s stomach dropped as we learned that the boy was missing.
MISSING!
Then reports of someone seeing something fall from the balloon.
This cannot end well.
But it did. Turns out he was home. Safe. Alive. Chillin’. And SO Grounded.
Here’s A Thought.
What exactly would happen if we locked all the annoying bosses of the world together into one room?
The Last Nerve.
Please don’t schedule a meeting in a location and time that is convenient for two people when we’re coordinating 7 people. Shouldn’t majority take precedence?
Here’s A Thought.
It’s interesting how co-workers come into your life. We spend so much time with these odd people who normally wouldn’t even be on the fringes of the group we call acquaintances. And then, there’s the occasional gem that becomes a friend.
Unemployment
Yesterday was my last day at work as Scott and I prepare to move across the country to Denver, and now I’m sitting in my lovely formal living room (soon to be former formal living room) waiting for the moving company to come and pack our belongings. Domesticity begins.
This is the first time that I’ve been unemployed since I was 15-years-old. Ironic that my first job was at a theatre as an usher. The theatre is really all I’ve ever really known. I was thinking about that last night as I scurried about the house trying to get things organized for the movers today. While I do intend to find a job in Denver, just to bring in a little extra income for the time being and recoup some of our debt from the move, I was struck with a great deal of pleasure knowing that this is indeed, a fresh start. It’s just a question of what I want to do with it.
I’ve mentioned that there’s a lot of change in the air. Obviously for me personally, but also our Country, our environment, our economy. In some ways, I feel a bit like I’m tapping my inner pioneer. Moving west and wiping the slate clean in the attempt to have a better life. As I watched Brian Williams deliver the news of the day last night, I resolved to myself that for the past few years I’ve been way to wrapped up in myself and my silly career. It’s funny, but my boss (well, former), who I do consider a true mentor, said something that really hit home yesterday. That working in the arts is supposed to be fun, and that often, the people who work in the arts take themselves way too seriously. I couldn’t agree more. He’s right. It’s not brain surgery, and for some time, I’ve sort of treated it as such.
In this new beginning that I’ve been handed (and I do believe that it is a gift from the universe), I have decided to spend some quality time just being a better person. I’d like to be less competitive and judgmental of myself and others. I’d like to slow down and really enjoy this short life that I’ve been given. I’d like to be a true and loyal friend – a good daughter and sister – and an excellent wife. And eventually, it is my greatest hope to be a good parent.
Simpler priorities – but certainly no less bold.
Unemployment ain’t so bad…
