My life measured out with coffee spoons...

Coveting a "stuff" room.

2009-05-05T10:54:00.000-07:00

Dream #1: 5/5/09

Now I'm not sure if I was overly tired or just simply giddy over the fact that Chris went to work today, leaving me solo to sleep in at leisure. Often when i get free reign of the bed, I use every square foot of the mattress to sprawl and twist and sleep till my little heart's content.

So last night, from what I can recall, I dreamt of a house: a very big but affordable place.

The home was somewhere in Los Angeles and was listed for a mere $1695 a month, which by today's standards is inexpensive. And it wasn't just A home. It was more like two separate entities: a carriage house and the main structure. The former was actually larger than my current 1500 sq. ft. apartment if that gives you an inkling as to the scope...so $1695? A steal.

I recall a large entry-way, hardwood floors on the ground level, and a split carpeted stairwell. Once set of stairs led to a loft space and the other led to more rooms; the first room was round with double doors.

This was called the "stuff" room. Brilliant really. A large round room entered into through two over-sized, heavy wood doors. A closet meant to house an actress's wardrobe lined the wall straight ahead while two mirroring vanities sat on opposite sides to the left and right. What stands out the most from the room was the many silver makeup boxes strewn about the floor, the clothes tossed gingerly here and there, and the bottles and makeup across the tops of the vanities. It was like I had landed in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory but for women! Why hadn't I thought of this? Again, brilliant. A giant closet/bathroom JUST for a woman! Men get the den...we can have our own little round room that can be left in any manner we see fit...just close the door. No more placing our lip glosses, eyelash curlers, and facial creams back in their spaces. Nope. If I want to leave it on the sink, I CAN! A giant room JUST for moi!

I ran out of the room in an attempt to locate the "sign me up!" forms in order to rent the house but only found a stack of about ten, already filled out, resting on an antique sideboard. Another young woman in her 20's had pen to paper. Grr.

So maybe the "stuff" room wasn't going to be mine this time around. So I went downstairs to check out more rooms. There was a woman with a clipboard hosting a tour and seemingly auctioning off items such as a bowl here or a book there. I believe everything in the home was negotiable to buy whether you rented the place or not. So odd.

I went into the library and found one of my old co-workers, Jeff, drawing--in pencil--in a first edition book of some sort and I was appalled and took the book from his mitts. How dare he desecrate such a thing!

Another co-worker from a different job offered to go get me beer. "Of course, thank you. That would be lovely." And off he went...but unfortunately he never came back as I later found they had run out of drinks. DRINKS! Free booze offered at an open house...and a "stuff" room. Heaven.

Time passed and people shuffled from the home but I remained behind, eager to check out the "stuff" room again. Doors closed, voices vacated, and I hit beneath the stairs. A woman, presumably the maid at the estate, began to ascend the stairs. I tried my best to wedge myself under the platform so as not to be seen but when I realized that was clearly NOT the case, I went ahead and made my presence known. And actually, it was necessary as apparently I was STUCK between stairs like one of those plump little dog's whose behind won't fit through the doggy door. I was mortified. Not only were my chances of sneaking upstairs and placing my application on the top of the pile dwindling, I was now a stuffed sausage. Arrgh.

Not sure what this means. All I can ascertain is that I'm possibly in need of my own space and clearly a trip to the gym is in order.

Ah...a "stuff" room. We can only aspire.

More of this, less of that.

2009-05-01T16:27:00.000-07:00

So clearly I'm horrible at keeping an updated blog...but, this too shall change, along with my ever fluctuating life.

Seeing I was recently thrust into the realm of the relatively unemployed in LA--meaning, work is beyond slow...existent but crawling at a snail's pace--figured that now was just as good as any other time to start publicly ranting and raving about this and that.

So today, today I shall rave about how much I adore the "LOFT" station that DirecTV has so generously included in their musical lineup. (For those not in the know, said stations can be found in the 800-level channels.)

Where else can you hear the likes of Bob Dylan mixed in with such unknown (at least to moi) groups as A.A. Bundy and the Guggenheim Grotto? This sexy mix prompted me to dance around like a whirling dervish in my (equally sexy!) Tucson Film Commission T-shirt, gray cut-off Hollister sweats and a pair of Uggs. Yes, a sight for sore eyes...mitts off people, this little touch of terrific is already spoken for!

Who would have thought that I could effectively clean my hall closet while listening to Jeffrey Foucault's "Unwed Fathers?" Just the title alone spawns a zillion questions, one such being: why on Earth would you think to pen a song about young boys who couldn't keep their willies in their Levis? So strange what Nashville and others pick and choose. In fact, just the other day whilst I was at CNN with a few co-workers (who also happen to be aspiring singer-song-writers--in their late 40's no less) when the topic of song lyrics and morals came into convo. One friend had written a song about a man who was scorned and practically stalked his ex-wife or something of the like...and of course, Nashville responded with, "We don't advocate any sort of violence against women." So my friend then went and changed the pronouns around to reflect a scorned woman stalking her ex-hubby...and what happened? Nashville loved it! What the hell's up with that? Double standards. Get used to them...they are everywhere like dust in a desert.

"I wish I had more of this...less of this." These are the lyrics currently swirling from my speakers performed by the likes of Vetiver. While I love the creativity that's spawned along with the desire to clean my apartment at speeds faster than Samantha's nose can twitch, this song just isn't cuttin' it. I'd like more of the other tunes...perhaps a little less of Vetiver.

More later.

Slacking

2007-06-06T11:04:00.000-07:00

Man, have I been slacking on my blog or what?? I really need to get on here more so I can update y'all a bit better.

Can't believe it's been almost 6...yes SIX...months since I've written a thing. My how time flies...

Let's see...traveled to Florida in February for a week. Chris was working on a fishing show with a friend out of Ft. Lauderdale so I flew in and we checked out South Beach and spent a whopping 24 hours on Key West. That was a highlight for me...I got to see Hemingway's house AND eat my way through the Keys via Key Lime Pie! FYI...The Blond Giraffe on Key West by FAR has the best KL pie...just in case you were wondering. (pic on left is me in Hemingway's writing room...pic on right...well, duh!)

In April Chris and I headed to Houston, TX for five days to spend time with his family...we spent most of out time on the beach in front of their house on Galveston Island. Hot, humid, fun. (here we are in front of Richard's On The Bay on Galveston Island...restaurant)

A week later the fam came out here from Texas to see Chris's little sister, Katie. She was touring with Broadway's "The Light in the Piazza" which was at the OC Performing Arts Center in Costa Mesa...again, we spent most of our time on the beach in front of the Montage in Laguna seeing as we were having a CA heat wave! 90's!! (baby seal that got separated from his mommy out on the rocks in front of the Montage Resrot...with his friend, Mr. Seagull!)

Memorial Day was spent at a friend's BBQ in the Hollywood Hills followed by some HEAVY drinking at the "Woods" off of La Brea (formally the Lava Lounge)...the next day we stayed in bed nursing our fabulous hangovers!!

And lastly...the most recent news is that Chris and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary on June 1...we went down to Dana Point and stayed in the Blue Lantern Inn above the harbor. The view was FABULOUS!! All of the rooms face the ocean, have a fire place and a jacuzzi tub for one in the bathroom. We had snacks and wine in the late afternoon followed by a lovely dinner (complete with mud pie and a candle to celebrate!) at the Chart House. The next day we checked out the Dana Point Boat Show and then hit up the Mission San Juan Capistrano. We ate at El Adobe...oh hells yea on the Lobster tacos!! Then we set off down Ortega Hwy. (stopping at the Ortega Oaks Candy Store of course for some chocolate honeycomb!) and headed back up to LA. All in all a fantastic night and day...too bad I didn't bring a camera!

Patriots V. Chargers

2007-01-22T11:43:00.000-08:00

View from our second seats!
Sarah, Jen and I RIGHT before we won the game!
TAILGATING!!!

Hey all...been awhile since i've been online. Need to make a mental note to self on that one!

Self: get your ass online more often and write crap down so your friends and family know what's happening in your life!!

So...as the header reflects...I went to San Diego last weekend after getting last minute tickets (thank you thank you thank you Ticketmaster for releasing some tix for us SoCal peeps the night before the game!). Ended up going with my friend Jen, an AVID Giants fan (bless her little heart for wearing the Brady jersey I forced upon her...although, damn her for covering it up and adamantly stating that she was indeed a Giants fan when people questioned her about the Pats!).

The day started with a train ride at 8am from Union Station to Old Town San Diego, followed by a short trolley journey which dropped us off front and center at Qualcomm Stadium. We then tailgated with umpteen million Charger's fans...one of which hollered out my name as I walked by, much to my surprise. Turned out it was my old buddy, Morgan, from high school of all things...and he had been my first kiss! Hehehehe. Odd to bump into him...

Our seats were GREAT! 50 yard line just above the field...sat there until the half at which time we moved down to some seats with friends (they snuck up their tix for us so we could come down)...and they were ON THE FIELD...3rd row, 50 yard line! Lovely view of the player's behinds. :)

After our amazing win I cheered loudly and heckled ALL the people around me since we WERE in the Charger's section...

We left the game, drunk as skunks, and found ourselves standing in the 5000 people deep trolley line. Of course, we ended up missing our train back to LA so we spent an hour in a brewery Downtown until we could catch the 8:30 train. So after a long ass day of fun screaming and drinking...we FINALLY made it back to La La Land around 11:30pm. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper come morning when i had to go to work!!

Good times had by all...jut too bad we didn't pull it off against the darn Colts. :(

Halloween '06 on Santa Monica Blvd.

2006-11-01T12:33:00.000-08:00

So...Chris and dressed ourselves to the nines in authentic looking Victorian-esque, Gothic vampire costumes and marched our behinds on down to a friend's house party off the boulevard. The pre-festivities were then followed by the oh-so-amusing-as-always trek to stare at the oddities in WeHo. Good times. Thought i'd share a few pics!!

Steve McQueen!!

2006-08-31T10:37:00.000-07:00

So a couple of weeks ago I find myself standing in the kitchen, minding my own business and doing the dishes, when all of a sudden Chris pops in with a kitty in his arms and he says, "Can we keep him? Huh huh?"

Apparently this little cat sprang out of the bushes when my neighbor was out one night calling to her own kitties to come inside. He had a collar but no name tag...and she kept him for a day after looking for 'Missing' signs. BUT...since she already has three cats and doesn't want to be known as that crazy lady with all the cats like in the TLC "Life Lessons" commercials, she had to find him a home. Which is what brought Chris bounding into the kitchen!

Of course one I saw the little guy's face, how could I possibly turn him out on the street? lol He's AWESOME to say the least and has been living with us for just over three weeks now...totally potty trained, very active, extremely into the bathtub (he loves to jump in after someone bathes and then chase his tail...odd one that guy). So...thought i'd include pics of "Stevie" fo you all to see. We officially named him Steve McQueen because he darts about the apartment full speed and he has green eyes like the "Bullet" mustang in the film!!

recent news in the 'fam'

2006-07-31T11:59:00.000-07:00

So...not too much new on my end other than that Chris and I just finished up with our plans to go to Hawaii in September. I'd already paid half of the trip so it was just a matter of choosing a date to go before the end of the year (or forfeit the down payment). We are heading to Maui for a weekn in September (which...was a difficult decision considering we really wanted to attend our friend, Kym's, wedding in Germany...just couldn't get the $ together to make that trip...and seeing as HI was already, for the most part, paid for...we went in that direction). We had also planned on flying to Houston the first week of October for Chris's birthday but unfortunately we missed out on the $99 each way tix on Southwest...they're now $160 each way! SOOO...we shall be staying home in an effort to conserve $.

In other news...my sister and her hubby are moving to Ft. Collins this week on account of him getting a new Gov. job there...Amanda just found out that she too got a job at the local high school teaching Geometry and Algebra.

And speaking of jobs...Chris's sister, Anne, found out the same day as MY sister, that she got a job as well! She will be one of the characters on the new and upcoming NBC series, "Friday Night Lights." The series is based loosely on the film of the same name and will be directed by Peter Berg and produced by Brian Grazer. Anne will be playing, Drew, a goody-goody young lady who dates one of the football players! So keep an eye out for her starting in October...Tuesdays on NBC.

Any more news and i'll be sure to post!

my little trip to NYC and NJ over the 4th...

2006-07-09T09:51:00.000-07:00

So just got back from a little week-long jaunt to the east coast...1) to see Katie's last show on Broadway (well, not HER last show...the SHOW's last show!) and 2) to meet up with a friend of Chris's in NJ for the 4th. Thought i'd include a few pics for y'all to see...from top to bottom:
1) Chris and I at the Trump Tower for a cocktail party in his sis's honor
2) A pic I took of the speeches at the end of the final showing of Katie's show (she's in white and to HER right is Chris Sarandon aka. Prince Humperdink for those in the 'know')
3) A freakish shot of birds over the water in Cape May , NJ...something was up with my white balance so stuff came out blue! But it looks cool. ;-)
4) A really funny seagull...had to snap him up lol
5) Me on the 4th of July in my bib at The Lobster House...Cape May, NJ
6) Chris and I on the 4th at a bar down the street from The Lobster House
7) And a shot (and this is for KYM and PAM!!) of the 405 as we flew over returning to LA...note how little traffic! lol Ah...gotta love LA!
Anyway...hope everyone had a great 4th of July and was safe about it...no loss of fingers by using firecrackers!!

this Thursday 6/15 on KCET or your local PBS station...

2006-06-13T10:28:00.000-07:00

Hey all...just a heads up that my boyfriend's sister, Katie, will be on TV this Thursday and I encourage all to watch. As i've previously mentioned, she stars on Broadway as Clara in "The Light in the Piazza." PBS is airing the show this week and for nothing else if not to watch Katie shine...support your local arts station! Always important to have public access for the arts...

The Lincoln Center's website says the following about the program:

The only live performing arts series on television, Live From Lincoln Center brings the best of Lincoln Center to living rooms throughout America. For more than two decades, this Emmy Award-winning, live public television program has presented world-class performances--from Yo-Yo Ma, Emanuel Ax and Friends to the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis.

NEXT TELECAST - The Light in the Piazza

Winner of 6 TONY Awards, the new musical The Light in the Piazza will be telecast live on PBS from Lincoln Center Theater's Vivian Beaumont Theater on June 15, 2006 at 8pm.

nature's beauty...

2006-05-22T12:32:00.000-07:00

Took this on the way to Palm Desert over Easter...thought i'd share. The weather looks the same today but unfortunately, minus the rainbow!! Sure wish it'd clear up seeing as Memorial Day is coming up here in a few days...isn't that the official start of summer? Sheesh.

"The Light in the Piazza"

2006-05-19T12:18:00.000-07:00

If you want to see a great Broadway show the next time you're in NYC...go check out "The Light in the Piazza" starring my boyfriend's sis as the lead. Katie got the job RIGHT out of college...in fact, she graduated this past December and has been in the show since October or so. So with that said...you KNOW she's good to be able to STAR in a Broadway show the first time out.

Me in NYC

2006-05-19T12:01:00.000-07:00

Was TRYING to post this as my main pic but I seem to be computer illiterate! lol Sooo...y'all get to see a pic of me from January here in BOLD! It was taken after eating the BEST sushi ever, in a cab (the picture was taken in the cab, not the eating of the fishies) on the way to see Chris's sister, Katie, as the Clara in "The light in the Piazza."

Go see "AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH"

2006-05-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

Ok...so here's my "do-gooder" move for the week: Go see...in fact RUN to the theater to see..."An Inconvenient Truth" when it comes to a theater near you. It comes out in select theaters in NYC and LA May 24th and then nation-wide thereafter.

I have a few reasons why I want you to go and see the film...

1) I worked on the thing last fall and it was incredibly draining physically and mentally so my blood, sweat and tears are involved here people!! I had the opportunity to operate camera for the movie...in fact, WHEN you go and see it...ALL the close-up shots of Al Gore during his presentation on Global Warming (which is basically the whole movie, interjected by various pieces) are MINE! Woo hoo!! Pat on the back here. Never been so proud of my work. Chris and I got to go to the cast and crew screening the other night and I was pleasantly shocked at how well the documentary turned out! My shots are in about %50 plus of the movie which is a pretty big deal for me considering I primarily work in television.

2) You also get to see my name in the credits!! Ok...so that kind of goes with number one, but it's still exciting to see your name on the big screen...

3) The film...and this is THE MOST IMPORTANT PART...concerns the environment and what we're doing to it. Global Warming is a REAL and scary thing and we need to be more aware of what we are doing to our planet. We also need to be doing something about it. In fact...after seeing this movie, you'll wonder why the HELL it's not first and foremost on EVERYONE'S mind.

4) The Film arms you with the knowledge of what IS happening and what NEEDS to happen.

5) 5% of the proceeds are going to an organization whose primary concern is the planet and slowing the warming process. The film guarantees a $500k minimum donation to the fund.

6) You get to see a completely different side of Al Gore...not the guy who lost the presidency and not even a man who MIGHT run for the presidency again...but a man who is deeply concerned for the future of this planet. A man who really cares...

Anyway...I think it's an awesome cause and I am VERY proud that I hahad a hand it getting it to the screen for the masses. You can go to the website and check for screenings in your area as well as to pledge to see it, to give back to society...you can even read up on HOW you can contribute in a good way to ensure our planet's good health.

www.climatecrisis.org

Ok...that's enough...GO SEE "AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH!!"

an update to appease!!

2006-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:00

Ok...since Kym emailed me and took note of how I DON'T update my blog...AND Pamela made a special notation illustrating that I indeed DON'T or pretty much "never" update my blog...this is in honor of them!!

Where do I start...not too much new on my front. Let's see...oh...I just got myself onto IMDB.com (about time since i've been working in this damn industry for oh, 10 years now!). You can look me up by typing in my first and last name. It's a work in progress and i'm still waiting for the shows to start popping up. Kind of cool tho...it's like my job has been validated lol. Also, in terms of work...I operated camera on a documentary last year that was entered into Sundance this year and apparently it did pretty well. It's called "An Inconvenient Truth" and covers the topic of global warming. It was a project initiated by Al Gore...the main dude starring in the film and directed by Davis Guggenheim ("Deadwood" amongst others and married to the actress Elisabeth Shue). There is a private crew and cast screening at Paramount in May and we are all really excited about it...let's cross our fingers that it will get an Academy nod under Documentary. Wouldn't THAT be cool...even if I didn't get a statue, i'd at least get a certificate from the Academy! So wish the litte film luck!!

Chris and I are doing absolutely fabulous...he pretty much lives with me without living with me if that makes sense. lol He still has his apartment with a roomie but spends most of his time at my abode. It's been an adjustment seeing as I haven't 'lived' with anyone since Kym and I shared space in Brentwood...and she knows how THAT is!! I take the good with the bad...but it's mostly GREAT. We were planning a trip to Maui in October but have recently nixed the idea in order to save money to pay bills and to possibly purchase a home to flip and turn a profit. Still in need...desperate need...of a vacation however!! We ARE heading to Houston, TX the first weekend in June for one of his cousin's weddings, so for now, that will have to do. Perhaps if we can muster the funds we'll still go somewhere later in the year.

Just spent Easter in the desert with the fam...Chris and I dyed eggs, went to church (yes...you heard me...I went to church!) and then ate a french brunch with mom and grandma. Traffic was a nightmare...5 hours there from LA...but not so bad for the return trip...the usual 2 or so. Thankfully the spectacular 85 and 90 degrees made it all worth it...got the first tan lines of the season!! Woo woo.

Anyhoo...I shall most definitely try to keep you all abreast of my goings on more frequently...bear with me!!!

Hope all's well with everyone and that you are enjoying what's left of your April!!~~C

just a little EE Cummings...

2005-11-13T22:23:00.000-08:00

The first time I heard this poem I thought...damn...that's exactly how I feel about the man I love. I printed him out a copy and he said to me, "wow. That pretty much sums it up doesn't it?" I was over at his place the other day and to my surprise I saw the poem tacked up on his bulletin board along with some photos of the two of us. I smiled that he kept it, that it meant something. So...I just wanted to thank EE and share his words. If you ever feel this way about someone...I hope they are fortunate enough to know. :-)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

aging...it's a bitch

2005-08-15T00:22:00.000-07:00

So...you know when you are getting old and a tad pathetic when you find yourself A) sitting at your computer past Midnight on a Sunday...B) writing a blog about aging...WHILE wearing a wristguard...and C) popping Advil while washing it gingerly down with a nice glass of Chardonay. I mean seriously folks...I spent a whopping 6 hrs yesterday scrubbing, soaking, dusting, vaccuuming, etc. my apartment only to find myself NOT overly joyful at the accomplishment of sitting on my squeeky clean hardwood floors...but...oh yes...with a case of tendonitis. Yes...you know you are getting old when you clean the house and end up wearing a wrist splint with the word "FUTURO" written on it in abnoxious yellow. I mean seriously! "FUTURO?" lol As if saying...this is YOUR life in the future...nothing but braces!! You shall walk down the street and need a walker...you shall stroll to the restroom and blow out your knee...you shall get up from the sofa and pop a hip...ah...FUTURO! Life just sucks people. And now...i'm sitting here in pain...and typing no less which I'm CERTAIN is only helping the aggravation right? ;-) Always good to wash down your pain killers with wine...says so on the bottle. And if I'm really not supposed to do that...shouldn't the lid be a bit more advanced? Then I wouldn't be able to open it...should be difficult to get into if A) you are a small child and B) if you have partaken (is that a word? hmmm) of any libations other than fruit juice. But it isn't...it was easy to pop open. Even for my tendonitis-stricken ass! lol
Ah...aging's a bitch but at least I can enjoy a glass of wine as the moments tick. Maybe I should have another...one just ain't cuttin' it.

Following your heart versus following your brain...

2005-06-28T23:09:00.000-07:00

This is something i've been doing a GREAT deal of thinking on as of late. It's the age-old question that we repeatedly ask ourselves...ok, maybe only I ask myself this but hear me out...

Should we follow our heart when our brain is telling us to do the opposite?

It got me thinking about the past and what I would do or not do if I could go back...what would I say to myself at 16, 20, 25, yesterday...knowing what I know today? I think I would say, "Hey...expect the unexpected. Sit back and relax, chill a bit. Don't worry about what everyone around you is doing, saying...ignore them. Do what makes YOU happy, follow your heart...not someone else's. Take risks, expect to fall...a lot...work out and stay out of the sun. Smile more often...accept compliments. Tell people you love that you love them and don't wait for another day. Pick up the phone when you want to and make that call. Be patient with people...that guy in your freshman lit class is going to fall in love with you your sophomore year so don't give up on him even though it might not work out past high school, it could be worth it. And for the love of God...tell your best friend how much he means to you...how he makes you smile when you're observing him unobserved. Tell him the day you first meet him...well...maybe wait a week or so lol...but tell him, because he likes you too."

Wouldn't it be fabulous if we could just go back and fill ourselves in on the little things? Wouldn't it make things so much more simple? Things might not always turn out the way you planned, but you will learn from every twist and turn. And really, that's why you're here: to learn. Right?

So after really thinking about it...when people I know tell me I'm crazy or to do this or do that...even if my brain might agree...SCREW IT. I'm going to try going with the heart...because MY heart knows what's best for ME. Only you knows what's best for you...and if it leads you down the wrong path...you'll learn, pick up the pieces and move forward...just like you always do. But who knows...perhaps following your heart will lead you down the RIGHT path and correct the wrongs made by your brain in the past....

I'm Batman...

2005-06-23T09:12:00.000-07:00

So I went with the masses the other night to the happiest place on earth, otherwise known as "The Grove," to see what all the commotion was about regarding "Batman Begins."
Of course we procrastinated, and even after SEEING the gargantuan line that had formed for the earlier showing, we still managed to arrive in the theater about 10 till the movie. Not so much a swell thing!
We climbed up Mount Everest to the VERY last row...which...could be seen as a blessing considering they were the snazzy leather seats once belonging to the "reserved" section...and we sat our asses down. My chair was a bit...no, check that...A LOT squeeky and I couldn't really lean back due to the fear of making a horrendous noise and thus disrupting the entirity of the audience. So I sat. And I sat. And sat some more...through all 2 hrs. and 20 minutes of the movie PLUS the additional 20 minutes of various crap at the beginning.
All in all the film was rather entertaining, although...don't recommend seeing it any later that oh, about 7pm. Your butt gets numb...and if you end up like me...the lengthy trot to the restroom keeps you in your seat holding it for the 240 minutes.
The worst thing about the film was Miss Holmes...and I hear she wasn't signed for the next one...thankfully. But the best thing (well, other than Christian Bale...) that I took from the film was a quote. The first time she says it to him and the second, he to her:

"It's not what's inside, but your actions that define you."

Hmmm...WOW, does THIS apply to my life right now lol. You can be the most amazing person on the inside but how you behave is going to truly define you to others. Think about that and run with it...

breaking and entering...

2005-05-24T10:49:00.000-07:00

Well...just thought i'd vent a little on being broken into...and broken. If nothing else, let this be a lesson to everyone reading...lock your stuff up, make back-ups, write stuff down, take pictures, lock your doors and for God's sake...don't let the valet peeps get ahold of your precious keys for any reason!!
I came home one night, was about to take out my stinky garbage when I noticed something in my living room out of place...I thought to myself, self...did you move that earlier when you got a DVD out of the drawer? I thought I might have been losing my marbles and just plain forgot that I was the one who opened the drawer. But then I got that uneasy, someone could be in my house, oh dear lord someone was DEFINITELY in and could still be in, my house. I backed out slowly, cell in hand, and called a neighbor.
Some very very bad men entered my home...and they just HAD to be men cuz if it'd been a chick, they would've stolen my stylish purses and fancy shmancy clothes rather than just rumage through them! Boys. They broke in...stole my laptops...yes, LAPTOPS...my digi camera, my Isight, my DVD's etc...the worst part was that they took all things sparkly, all things close to my heart like family silver with the initials of deceased relatives on it...things that can't possibly be replaced. They broke in. They left me feeling violated, broken.
It's creepy to walk outside and know that someone had been watching my every move, seeing when I left, seeing which lock I locked on which door, noting which lights were left on, left off. I glance both ways now, lock everything that can possibly be locked. I jump when I hear a floorboard creek. I sleep curled in a ball on one side of the bed, the covers on the other side remain un-ruffled come morning. I feel icky. Broken.
So please dear friends...your life is precious...protect it. Write down serial numbers and photograph everything and then go lock it up securly in a box at the bank. Cuz you just never know when someone might come along and steal your life out from under you. It pays to have a part of it still kept for yourself...and to give to the Renter's Insurance folk. Self-preservation...ah...repeat that to yourself. Only good thing about having your life topsy-turvied is that you become stronger, more cynical in a good way and you realize that hey, at LEAST I am here, I didn't walk in on them...I have me and that's irreplaceable.

spending your days alone...

2005-05-09T12:56:00.000-07:00

So I got to thinking yesterday about friends...or lack there of...or perhaps if the friends I have are truly "friends" at all. Perhaps they are just people occupying a slot or two in my cell phone. I don't know...
It was Mother's Day yesterday in case you didin't know. Hope you called your mom and thanked her for giving birth to you, giving you life, raising you, putting a roof over your head, annoying you, nagging you, loving you. I did...and I did it extra early so that mummy dear didn't assume I forgot as she so nonchalantly pointed out last week. And when I spoke to her yesterday I apologized for my faux pas...and she said, "It's ok, it was your graduation day." (Got my master's...woo hoo). Then I remembered something...
"Mom, are you on crack?" I asked. "I took you out to brunch at Barney's Greengrass that day for Mother's Day! I didn't forget..."
"But you didn't wish me a Happy Mother's Day."
She IS on crack. Couldn't believe she was pissed over THAT when I know I wished her a happy Mommy's Day AND took her to a nice breakfast on MY graduation day. Sheesh...ungrateful. lol
So in an attempt to do something "fun" on 5/8/05 since I wasn't with my Mommy...thought i'd call up some friends and spend the day with them...celebrating friendship.
I was up at 7am...called three close "friends" around 10am and left multiple messages on home phones and cells to call me back. Nothing. More nothing. Couldn't call some people in fear of interupting Mommy's Day celebrations...so I took myself to lunch...alone. And then I took myself to see "The Interpreter"...alone. By 5pm...still not a return phone call. I ended up stopping by a friend's new apartment where I met with a Mommy and a Sister of one so-called "friend"...very nice, I felt like part of SOMEthing. It was cool to at least see a Mommy on Mommy's Day even IF I was on the peripheral! I offered to help out with the new apt and called a hardware store to inquire about expandable shower rods...and the funny thing was... a random guy picked up the other line while I was on hold and we engaged in a 10 minute conversation about calling our Mommy's. lol He was actually the FRIENDLIEST person I had encountered all day...a man in the plumbing department of Kuntz Hardware. Go figure.
By 9pm I had still yet to get a return call from any of said "friends." And then finally...FINALLY...I got an IM from one of them saying..."Oh, I have decided i'm in a dark place and shut everyone out...didn't feel like talking." THIS...comeing from a person who had just the day before BITCHED that her "friends" never called her back. For the LOVE of...
All we ask in life is that our "friends" communicate with us...friendship and relationships, even with our parents, are two-way streets. Perhaps you may be bummed, perhaps you may be in a 'dark place'...you should still communicate that with your friend. Just text us: ALONE...we'll get it. Or text us: can't talk now...we'll get it. Otherwise, we'll think you have gone off and fallen in a ditch...or worse yet...FORGOT about us.
Happy Mother's Day MOM...and thanks for the pep-talk Mr. Plumber, I consider you a friend.

...and more on the Ultimate Driving Machine...

2005-05-05T19:19:00.000-07:00

So...I STILL strongly dislike (which I say because hate is a strong word and i'm not quite up to hate just yet, albeit, close!) BMW's...actually no, I strongly dislike car dealerships but most particularly...the Beverly Hills BMW dealership. Well, AND BMW's in general...most specifically MY little Beamer, my not-so-much-a-ray-of-sunshine BMW.
I went this past Sunday and test drove 5 gazillion (ok, a slight exageration...more like just 5) cars at various dealerships in the Van Nuys area since they all seem to be in neat row there. I even took my good friend Chris as a buffer so that the vipers wouldn't get me as I stepped onto each lot!
First stop: HONDA
Joe Shmo asks me what i'd like to look at and I say, "I'd like to see the NEW Accords...both the 4-door and coupe." So naturally, Joe Shmo shows me a nice, shiny...2003. Um, no. And I say, "Do you have the 2005?" And he says, "Oh, over here..." and promptly shows me...another 2003. I tell him it's not a 2005 and he apologizes saying he's only worked there 2 weeks. Uh...even I...a person who has never worked at Honda...knows the difference btw. the two. Sheesh. So I drive the 2005 Accord Coupe and feel as if the steering wheel is going to steer right on out of my lap! Onto the next dealership in search of a car whose stering wheel matches up with where the car is going in a lane...
Second stop: ACURA
Huge...HUGE improvement! In fact...so much of an improvement that I decided (after my next two stops...that it is to be my new car!) I was introduced to a nice kid named Christopher who showed me the in's and out's of the car...we drove it around the block...the seats fit like a glove cradling my ass and the steering wheel turned in the direction in which I wished my little TSX to go...I was in LOVE!
But of course, I had to drive some other stuff so not to rush to a rash decision. So onto stop number 3: VOLKSWAGON.
Again...new kid on the block showing us the car. And by kid...I mean...KID. He was like, "Dude, so what do you think of it? I'm getting one of these next week....pretty awesome eh?" Yeah, awesome and totally radical...except when you sit down in the new 2005 1/2 Jetta, your ass bounces off the seat like a quearter on the couch. The seats are sooooo firm that you can't help but to dwell on nothing but that while driving the damn thing. Although, I do have to say, it drove quite nicely and had a bit of zip...but man, those seats...
Fourth stop: VOLVO
I can't even TELL you the name of my salesperson...I couldn't understand a word the old guy was saying...some foreign language but not sure which one. He took us out in the S40...which...out of all the cars, was the bes to drive. The seats are designed by some chiropracter--enough said on that. FABU!! and the steering wheel...OH MY GOD! I think I almost creamed my jeans when I touched it (oops...sorry, that was my outloud voice creeping out!)...the steering wheel was covered in the softest, sheerest, feeling like human skin, leather...so cool. I could just sit in the sriveway and play with the steering wheel...but then, what good would the car be?
After that...checked out the FORD Mustang...ahhhh...cute for the buck but not my cup o'tea. So after mulling it over...the Acura shall reign and in 2 weeks and one day I will be the proud owner of a shiny silver TSX with black leather interior (i'll just have to make do with the leather-wrapped-with-little-holes-in-it steering wheel while I pine for the S40...
So back to my initial...I HATE BMW dealerships. I thought to myself, self, you should go have them appraise your car so you know how much you'll get for it. So after spit-shining my UDM, I took it to BH BMW. I parked on the street and waltzed on into the showroom...and was met by NO ONE!! I mean it...couldn't find a SOUL to try and sell me a car. Apparently they sell themselves and they don't feel the need to harass you. So I went back out to the car and pulled around to the service area...but as I pulled in, someone needed to back out. So I backed out...and pissed off two cars behind me. He pulled out, I drove in...and was met by ANOTHER car and it's brake lights. So I backed out again, pissed off two more cars. He pulled out, I drove in...and was promptly folled in by the 2 cars, effectively trapping me in the service dept. Again...no one helped me. Finally a woman ASKED if I needed something (uh, no...I just like to hang out here...duh.) She asked, "did you look inside the showroom for someone?" (Uh, again no...i'm retarded and didn't think of that FIRST! Duh.) So she found me some guy named Joe...they're always named Joe! He asked what i'd like to trade in on and I told him I wasn't doing it today but just wanted to know where I stood with my car. THEN...oh LORDY...he told me..."Honey, why don't you go to Kelly Blue Book dot com and look it up? We don't DO free appraisals." And I said, "So let me get this right...you won't appraise my car unless I BUY one today? Cuz if that's the case, I'll take my business to Century West." He than said, "let me see what I can do." And after 20 minutes...came back with "It's worth bwt. 13 and 16 grand." ASSHOLE went and looked on KBB.com!!! I was like, "well gee, that's a big ballpark and doesn't help me much." He handed me his business card as I got back in my car then said, "give me a call when you're ready to buy a BMW and i'll help you get a good deal." I took the card, shoved it in my door, looked at him and said, "Actually, that's okay...I'm buying an Acura." And then...I drove away, patting my dashboard gently and whispering to my sad 13 to 16K Ultimate Driving Machine,"that's right honey, kick up some exhaust in the bad man's face..."

The-Not-So-Ultimate-Driving-Machine

2005-04-29T19:11:00.001-07:00

SO i've decided that my pathetic little first blog shall be a venting escapade all about my (not so) Ultimate Driving Machine.
Let this just be a warning to all persons interested in up-grading to a swanky-ass vehicle! I purchased said Ultimate Driving Machine in 2000...I remember the day fondly. Ah...waltzing into the dealership armed with my oh-so-fantastic-wish-that-I-still-had-it 4Runner and my trusty checkbook out of which I plunked down a check in the amount of 15k (plus another 10k in financing...but who's counting right? It was JUST money!) Soooo...I after forking over the 15k and my oh-so-fantastic-wish-that-I-still-had-it 4Runner, I became the proud new owner of a shiny black UDV. Me and the UDV, the UVD and me...we sped down the 101 through Hollywood with the sunroof open, stereo a blastin' the tunes, my blonde hair blowing straight up in an attempt to touch the sky...ah, such a precious moment. The only moment. The one and only precious moment that I have shared with my UVD...and then...then it all went downhill.
So I had the Ultimate Status Symbol in my position, i'd really moved up the social latter and was feelin' pretty cool when alas, my machine began to fall apart. It was as if I owned that imposter R2D2 from Star Wars...you know the one...looks like R2D2, sounds like R2D2...but juuuuuust a tad off in someway. That was my UVD. Slowly but surely the following happend beginning a few days after purchase:
-window washers sprayed up over the top of the roof (now I know Mercedes has wipers on their lights but somehow I don't think my UVD was trying to wash it's behind!)
-it's little bolsters on the front seats began to crack (apparently my UVD got a bad cow and all asses sliding in and out of said car must be waaaay to big and rubbing agains the bad cow innapropriately...says my UVD repair guy...Gerd.)
-the first window regulator went ker-plooey
-and then another window regulator went ker-plooey
-and another, and another, and another...FIVE broken windows! (kind of hard to buy status symbol clothes if my UVD won't roll it's window down so I can get into the parking garage!)
-my UVD began peeing in public...first coolant and then power steering. It got both fixed and is now embarrased with it's new hoses that occasionally cause incontinance
-the UVD lost it's Ultimate-Tanning-Experience status twice when it's poor sunroof decided to some off track or simply not open at all.
-three different times the brake pads have been replaced, the rotors turned and new sensors put on...my sad, sad UVD apparently goes through brakes stopping to check out other high-end cars. No more sudden stops...no more driving fast in you car says my UVD repair guy...Gerd. (Cuz uh, why on EARTH would I want to do THAT in my swanky-ass UVD that cost me close to 40k and is SUPPOSED to go fast? Hmmm...enigma.)
Here we are now, 4/05...I contacted a consumer lawyer and he had me fax over my 35 pages of repair receipts on my sick UVD so that he could sue the manufacturers for me for not giving me healthy one. BUT...apparently...(says consumer lemon law lawyer...Ted) my UVD has not had nearly enough issues to warrant a lawsuit. Um...EXCUSEZ-MOI? Je ne comprend pas!!! Do my tires have to fall off? Does my steering wheel need to not turn? Does my gas pedal need to not accelerate? Do I need to die in my UVD before I can possibly do something? Good lord...
So i've realized that A) we as consumers have absolutely NO rights these days and not only can lawyers still dick us around (oh sure, we can represent you but not for free inless your tires go rolling down the 405 sas your UVD!) and B) the makers of the Ultimate Driving Machine can ALSO rake you over the coal without so much as a blink of an eye. Oh sure...you may look cool with that sunroof open, cruisin' down Sunset on a hot summer's day...but you are, in actuality, a complete ASS for buying in to the American Dream of having a kick-ass UVD!
Just though you all should know before you rush on out there and plunk down a wad in order to feel like an A-lister...
Oh, and did I mention C)? C) as sorry as I will see my poor little, sick and unhappy UVD go off to car heaven...I've learned that I can be just as thrilled halling ass in my new Honda, Toyota, Acura or whatnot...and i'm going to look and feel JUST as cool. ;-) The car does not a person make...it's the person who doth make the car a gem.