On XM this evening, I heard the song Baby, Let’s Play House by Elvis. I head a lyric in the last verse that I never noticed before: I’d rather see you dead little girl, than to be with another man. Hearing this lyric, I immediately thought of the Beatles’ song Run For Your Life which starts with exactly those words! Although I like both songs, that line is just plain awful!
The Death Clock
Your Personal Day of Death is…
Friday, November 14, 2053
Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future
Dreamy Comic, two thumbs up
I dreamt I was in the midst of a photo shoot for the movie poster of a Western movie. There were all these really dirty and mean looking cowboys glaring into the camera lens with one exception. The cowboy in the middle was the Unknown Comic from the Gong Show. What I quite liked is he had drawn a grimace onto the bag so he looked a more angry than normal. I then dreamed Roeper from Ebert and Roeper confided in me that he would soon be replacing Ebert with a young, afro-ed Michael Jackson.
Quote of the Day
I get quotes delivered into my inbox every morning. This one resonated with me this morning.
“Time is limited, so I better wake up every morning fresh and know that I have just one chance to live this particular day right, and to string my days together into a life of action and purpose.”
Lance Armstrong (1971 – )
U.S. cyclist, 7-time consecutive winner of the Tour de France
Ratt-faced dork
1. Is it just me or does French President Nicolas Sarkozy look like KITH alum Kevin McDonald?
And have you seen that Nicky is dating Carla Bruni? I am a big fan of Carla Bruni’s music. I’ve written about how much she amazes me. From being born into a very rich family, to being blessed with Supermodel genes and career, to her incredible musical ability and now I find out she is soon to be First Lady of France. There must be some horrible trait she possesses. I think she picks her nose and eats it.
2. I mistakenly watched about 15 minutes of the Kim Kardashian show. I wasn’t so much shocked at her need to publicly wiggle her boobies around as much as I was shocked to see what has happened to Bruce Jenner! The Bruce Jenner I remember was this incredibly driven athlete staring out from a Wheaties Box. The Bruce Jenner I saw on this show got a pedicure and later was instructed on how to shove his chihuahua’s little penis head back in by a vet. Bruce, what happened to you?!?!
3. Last night Rob and I went to see his friend that looks like Micky Dolenz perform at Kildaire’s in King of Prussia. He was filling in as singer for an 80’s cover band. I really enjoyed the show. I so love the music of my youth. They played one of my favorite songs, Ratt’s Round and Round. I don’t know if I love the song or I just have extremely fond memories of the video with Uncle Miltie and a woman who seemingly molts. The drummer of Rob’s band and his wife were there and we sat with them. I’ve seen the drummer’s wife every time Rob plays at the Whitpain Tavern. Do you know that she actually told me that her husband is in Rob’s band and asked if I ever saw them play together? I was dumbstruck. I’ve met this woman at least 4 times now. I can’t believe she still doesn’t know me. Odd.
4. It’s 10:30 and I must go to sleep so there will be no #4.
Onward Ho!
I have been putting forth lots of effort to be a better person. Each night I hang up my clothes rather than tossing them into a heap. I’ve been washing dishes after I use them and wiping the little drips of errant food that land on the kitchen counter. In the mornings I’ve been packing a lunch and making coffee so I don’t need to spend 1.69 at Dunkin’ Donuts or 5.00 at a lunch cart. This morning my father emailed me a silly picture and I was about to send a funny but slightly cruel reply. I stopped myself. I am not the type of person who makes jokes at other people’s expense. No matter how hard my dad would have laughed, I will not be a mean person.
One area where I have not been making inroads is my after work activity. I get home and immediately drop into bed and watch TV until I fall asleep. I want to do other things but I completely lack ideas or energy. At least rather than lapping the channels over and over, I watched a movie last night. It was Fellini’s City of Women. I’ve wanted to see it for some time. It stuck me as being pretty typical Fellini. Satyricon is still my favorite. I love Capucine.
Looking back and moving on
As I look forward and plan for the new year, I can’t help but look back over the past year. What have I accomplished? Last year, I felt pretty good with what I achieved. New job, new relationship, new ways. This year is different. I can’t seem to come up with anything. All I can think about is work and how it was such a challenge. I felt totally consumed by stress and tension. It seemed to color everything. I couldn’t convince myself to go anywhere since I felt I needed to be present at the office. When I did take off around July 4th for a mini vacation, I broke down at a bar and cried in front of Rob. The reason for the tears? My inability to fill my sales pipeline. Yeah, sales is a tough game. I came out alright and ended up kicking major ass but it was not easy.
Things happened, I am sure of it. Well, no one died and that’s a good thing. And I got to see Jersey Boys on Broadway. I also saw Max Raabe again. Experiencing the Philadelphia Orchestra under the stars at the Mann Music Center was fun. Seeing The Iguanas AND Los Straitjackets AND Big Sandy was great. Getting our seats upgraded at the Bryan Adams and George Thorogood concert was the best.
The loss of the farm was sad. Having Lisa move out was worse. The donnavilla is so quiet without her.
I got my picture taken with Creighton and Vlad of Ghoul a Go-Go fame at Blobfest. My old Gastschwester Andrea visited.
I went rafting and met a huge man named Tiny. I survived repeated viewings of silly action movies. I loved seeing Rob perform at the Whitpain Tavern and I especially enjoyed being the musician’s girlfriend. (Heck, regardless of the last year and a half spent with Rob, having a boyfriend is still a novel concept to me. I guess it’s all the years I spent alone and the sheer amount of soul obliterating rejection that was heaped upon me but I still find it hard to believe there’s a man who willingly sticks around. And to be totally honest, I feel so very lucky and extremely grateful to have someone in my life).
And the post from last year I am most proud of? Easy! Commode-tion.
A Breath of Fire
A new year, a new beginning. I feel positively enthusiastic! I woke up this morning and before getting out of bed, I gave myself a pep talk and then I said a prayer. I am ready to start my day and this new year.
Happy New Year!
I feel gross. I’ve felt gross ever since I woke up this morning. It’s a hangover. The thing is, I really didn’t drink that much last night. Rob and I had a little impromptu get together at my place. We were going to Steve and Caren’s house to celebrate the new year but somehow plans changed and Steve and Caren and Tom and Joan decided to come to my place. At any rate, Tom and Joan brought these Bacardi drinks. I had a 1/2 bottle of the watermelon flavored drink and I guess when you combine that with 2 beers, 1 glass of wine and 1 glass of champagne, it was too much. What a silly mistake. Well, I paid for it.
Today was spent watching TV and cleaning up the aftermath of last night. Luckily there wasn’t much to do– 30 somethings don’t make a huge mess.
I gotta say, I am ready to get back to work. It’s time to get back into the swing of things.
2008 Resolutions
1. Simplify my home/life. Declutter. Love what I own and respect it. Live simply, stop over-consuming.
2. Get my finances in order. Get a true portfolio together. Invest!
3. Stop taking my job so seriously. Live. Enjoy. Spend time with friends and family.
4. Figure out my goal – what am I aiming for? Why am I here and am I accomplishing it?