The plan was not for me to go back to the NYC office today but plans change. I have 10 minutes before I need to leave. Make that 5 minutes. I am not looking forward to a 2 hour commute. I am also terribly sad that my two favorite Arabic men are no longer running the little breakfast kiosk at the Trenton Station. They served the greatest coffee and most delish bagels. Now there’s some bitchy lady running it who doesn’t have any bagels and her coffee is only so so. Makes me sad.
Human Refuse
Entering the Trenton Train Station this morning, there were two men handing out Barack Obama flyers. Leaving the Trenton Train Station this evening, there was a man wedged in a trashcan. Police were summoned and they helped him out. It looked as if someone had just picked him up and tossed him in the can, butt first. He appeared alive– although not by much. I wanted to help him but the policeman were there and they got everything under control very quickly. I have to admit I breathed a sigh of relief since the man smelled something awful and I don’t know how close I could have gotten before I started dry heaving.
Pumpin’ and Blowin’
One of my very favorite movies growing up was The Pirate Movie. I loved it! What was it about Kristy MacNichol and that mullet? Perhaps it had little to do with Kristy and more to do with Christopher Atkins. HECK! What am I talking about? We all know it was Ted Hamilton and that bejeweled codpiece! Slumming around youtube, I found my favorite song:
If you don’t think this is the coolest song and video– I’ll cut you!
New outlook
I had a nice weekend. Driving to and from Rob’s place, I turned my XM dial to the Oprah and Friends channel. Please don’t think less of me. I do enjoy some of the hosts; I guess I am just a new age-y chump, I don’t know. At any rate, I listened to Rabbi Shmuley Boteach and found that I really liked his show. On Sunday I told my mother, “You won’t believe who I was listening to on the radio this afternoon!”
“Who?”
“Rabbi Shmuley”
“Schmuley you can’t be serious!”
“I am serious and don’t call me Schmuley!”
Ba Ta Ta Da!
I am all pretty-pretty in my Ann Taylor Smock Dress, almost ready to head out the door and brave two hours of commute to end up in New York City! My professional life is changing today. My company has hired me a telemarketer! This means I can be more strategic! This also means that I will be sharing my office with another person so the amount of nose-picking, feet up on the chair or hoisted onto the desk regardless of dress or skirt will no longer be tolerated. I must contain my bodily urges. No more farting or burping when the need arises. I WILL NO LONGER BE ALONE! Darnit! But it will be worth it.
What I did on Friday
Lisa and Aprille came over Friday night. My original intention was to order pizza but Lisa convinced me to do something more special. Not wanting to back away from a challenge, I agreed and served my famous Olive Cheese Bread (recipe originally found on Pioneer Woman Cooks), salad with strips of steak and pre-made stuffed grape leaves. Dessert was Breyer’s Fried Ice Cream. After dinner, we watched the movie Knocked Up. I enjoyed the movie very much. It was cute although I think I might have reacted slightly different if I found myself in that situation. I’d like to think I’d act more like Natalie Wood in the movie, All the Fine Young Cannibals. (The 80’s rock group took it’s name from this movie and not vice versa). After finding herself impregnated with Robert Wagner’s bastard child, Natalie takes off on a train and meets up with the very rich, George Hamilton. Natalie seduces George Hamilton and then convinces him to marry her because she is carrying “his” child! Meanwhile, Robert Wagner, takes up playing the trumpet and finds that he has mucho talent playing “colored” music. He is suddenly thrust into the limelight with the help of Pearl Bailey. Natalie convinces George Hamilton that they should go see the famous Robert Wagner perform but they unfortunately decide to take along George Hamilton’s bitchy sister, Susan Kohner. Backstage, Robert Wagner seduces and ultimately marries bitchy Susan to get back at Natalie! Natalie eventually comes clean to George Hamilton, and tells him their beloved son is really Robert Wagner’s spawn. Unfortunately, I can’t remember how it ends. Regardless, Natalie’s trajectory agreed with me more mainly because I don’t think I could ever see myself with a man who has such brillo pad-like hair and smokes pot. Regardless, Knocked Up was a cute movie.
TeeGeeEiiEfff
I had a good week. Closed some nice deals. That’s the problem with sales though, everything resets to 0 at the start of the new month. It’s very Sisyphean. My two record breaking months are behind me and I am once again back to hunting to fill my funnel.
Last night I watched an absolutely wonderful tearjerker! Enchanted Cottage with Dorothy McGuire and Robert Young. Most people know Robert Young from the TV show, Father Knows Best. Also starring was Herbert Marshall whom I loved in Trouble in Paradise (1932). Not many people know but Herbert Marshall had a wooden leg. That would be like Brad Pitt hiding a prosthetic limb. In this movie, Herbert played Dorothy and Robert’s blind concert-pianist neighbor. Dorothy was an ugly girl and Robert, a man facially scarred by a horrible accident during the war. They are lonely and decide to marry out of convenience. A funny thing happens after their wedding. They look at each other and suddenly they are transformed! Dorothy is radiant and Robert is unscarred. At first, they thought this was a permanent change brought on by the magical properties of the “Enchanted Cottage” where they lived. They were certain other people could see their new found beauty. Sadly, the public at large still viewed them as freaks as they found out in a very sad scene involving Robert’s mother and step father, Freddie. Ultimately they realized that it wasn’t the “Enchanted Cottage” that magically made them beautiful but rather their love for each other.
Yes, I burst into tears at least 7 times. It was a wonderful movie. Rent it!
Seymour? Where are you?
Oh my gosh! 45 minutes until lunch and I am HUNGRY! HUNGRY! How will I survive? Gosh, I wouldn’t do well in Ethiopia!
Unfortunate News
At lunch I went to J.Crew and I tried on the yellow dress. It fit. It just didn’t blow me away. The quality was pretty horrific for something that costs 175.00. For that amount, I expect something more than an unlined dress that is already starting to pill. Darnit!
Rob is coming over this evening so as soon as I got home, I started cleaning. I decided to play some music as I cleaned and I pulled up the The 5.6.7.8’s on Rhapsody and you won’t believe it, as the song Baracuda came on, I lost control of myself and started to do the Go-Go Robics routine from the Pontani Sisters! It’s been years and I still remembered it!
Too much cremora in my coffee
5:30 came and 5:30 went. I wanted to stay snuggled in bed. Finally at 6:00 I knew I had to get up and start moving. I decided not to shower to save some of the time I wasted lollygagging in bed. Once in the bathroom and looking at my hair I knew I needed a shower. Besides, after work I am driving to a library where a petition signing to get Dr Paul and his convention delegates on the ballot for the April 22 Pennsylvania Primary is happening. I want to look my very best. Now I am lollygagging in the kitchen, avoiding the inevitable blow dry.
Loss Vegas, Viva!
They’re sending me to Vegas in March. I am not happy but what can I do? It’s paid. I might as well make the best of it. My one plan is to do what I do practically every year– find out where Trent Carlini is performing, pay an exorbitant amount of money for front row seats and wait for my scarf and kiss on the cheek. Heck, it makes me happy. What else is going on out there? Any suggestions? Realize it’s gotta be in the evening and accessible by the tram or taxi.
I was a little depressed when I entered the donnavilla this evening. No reason other than the world is heavy. Which is odd since everything seemed right as I drove into work this morning. My theme song, performed by Whitesnake, played on the radio and I felt buoyed. Regardless, I made myself a Mohito using flat ginger ale and Marti Mohito mix and now I feel… okay.
Why are wireless speakers not more sought after? I would think there are tons of people clamoring for wireless speakers yet it seems like no one is out there tapping into this market. Am I the only person who wants this?
Whitesnake, Here I go Again Vs Dolly Parton Here You Come Again