Monthly Archive for October, 2007
Went back to work Monday. I feel pulled in too many directions: job, Ainsley, husband, diet, pets, cooking, laundry, cleaning, et cetera. I am sure things will become better, but for now I am ready for a nice hot bath and an afternoon to myself.
My mobile phone has a pretty good still camera, but the video is really pixellated. We'll see if this works! Let me know if it's too garble-y to be worth watching. Note that the suggested videos are of famous Ainsleys, both fiction and nonfiction. I think that sounds like a good band name: The Famous Ainsleys.
Last time the Mummies were in town, I was carrying an extra human around with me, so I didn't attend the show. I wasn't going to miss this one! If you've never heard of the Mummies, they are a dynamic funk band with fantastic live shows. They are the height of kitsch: they not only sing every single song as a double entendre, they perform in full costume every time. I wouldn't recognize them if they were out of their mummy garb! I never thought I'd like funk, but these musicians are great fun to watch and they are very talented as well.
So we dressed up, found a babysitter, and headed to the Vogue. Our usual ticket connection guy was MIA. We called him on our way, only to find he wasn't able to attend the show...for the first time in years. As we arrived at the Vogue, I saw a sad little sign that read "Mummies- tonight- Sold Out :)." Oh no! We didn't even think of that! So we hung around outside hoping someone would have tickets. We weren't the only ones. This guy and his I Dream of Jeannie date had elaborate costumes but no tickets. Groups of us loitered, hoping for the best.
As we waited, some people in zombie costumes wandered past the Vogue. They were playing the zombie part very creepily. A minute later, a guy dressed as Michael Jackson (pre-plastic surgery and skin bleaching) wandered past. We joked he might break into Thriller. Then, about 20 yards past the Vogue, a car pulled up, opened its windows, and out blasted Thriller! The zombies and "Michael" broke into the Thriller dance. It was hilarious and well done. Even some of the Vogue staff stopped by to cheer and clap. After the dancing finished, "Michael" announced that he had extra tickets! We cheered, rushed over, and bought two. A crowd clamored for the tickets and we all congratulated each other on our good fortune.
We ran to the Vogue entrance as an entourage of ecstatic fans. The drumbeats of Do You Believe had just begun. We didn't miss a thing! The performance rocked as always. The crowd sang every word, and fans who'd never met were singing to each other and the band. The costumes were wild (Michael and gang were just the beginning) and everyone was having a great time.
Thanks to Oz:
The really funny part is that I originally scored as "Slightly Dorky Nerd Queen" because I accidentally said I owned a Jar Jar Binks shirt!
The really funny part is that I originally scored as "Slightly Dorky Nerd Queen" because I accidentally said I owned a Jar Jar Binks shirt!
Again, from Chubby Chick. I think that these free-form ones are definitely harder to complete:
Four Things I've Never Done:
1. Been to Asia
2. Gone rock climbing (though I don't think I ever want to do it, either)
3. Thrown a drink in someone's face (but it sounds like a great little bit of melodrama!)
4. Stopped everything and worked on my drawing/painting skills
Four Things I've learned in the last year:
1. Nothing packs on the pounds faster than a queasy stomach- I ate constantly!!
2. My capacity to love is much greater than I ever thought.
3. Having a kid is both easier and harder than expected.
4. My mom is a saint for raising three kids.
Four Jobs I'd Love But Will Probably Never Have:
1. Head of the EPA- I once asked my dad what his dream job for me would be. He picked this one. I've always been flattered and wished I could do it.
2. Full-time artist- yeah, that will never happen. My paternal grandmother had lots more talent than I, and even she had to give up art school (though she gave it up because of the Depression and I was never accepted to any art school).
3. Aquarium shop owner (though considering the state of my aquaria right now, I'd fire myself!)
4. Academy award-winning actor- for the cash! Would hate the 'razzi, though.
Four Jobs I've Actually Had:
1. Beverage flavor chemist- SO much fun! I mostly worked from finished recipes, but sometimes I could play around and make something new. 2. Nanny- I adored the kids. The oldest one and I became pretty good friends. She was ten and I was 16. I told her she was one of my best friends and she said, "you're weird." I still laugh about that.
3. Dog sitter (just once, and they didn't pay very well!)
4. Corn milling chemist- not only was it educational, it was a look into the food industry. Made me not want to eat products made with corn syrup. Ick.
If you'd like to participate, feel free. But if you do, please let me know so I can check out your answers! :)
I don't know if this article made me more mad, sad, disgusted, or what. I guess I'm not surprised that a place that promotes cockfights would also have little respect for pets; however, I hate to make it sound like Puerto Rico is unique. We here in the continent are often no better.
One of the worst parts is, in a country where so many pet animals are killed at shelters, these pets were actually in homes with people (albeit against their lease policy) and had a chance at life.
Also disgusting is the 'tude of the guy in charge of the shelter that allegedly killed the pets. He said:
They can't prove that they are the same dogs that we picked up.Good job, sir, on your choice of words. Nothing screams guilt like "you can't prove it." It's a fantastic defense from a criminal mastermind.
Found this via Chubby Chick's blog:
My secret names:
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet's name and current car)
Cindy Lexus
2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Chocolate-Covered Cherry Wreath
3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Yellow Fish
4. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (Last 3 letters of my sister's name and first two letters of my mom's name; use whatever names you like also and where they came from)
EndyMa (That one is no good, though- If I switch them, it's LynWe. Better!)
5. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Green Wine
6. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Eli Dwight
7. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Steir Seattle
8. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Autumn Calla
9. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Cherry Jeansie (T-Shirty sounded blah)
10. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Oatmeal Palmetto
11. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Aquarium Cloud Tour
Sadly, I think I have this affliction. It started when I was pregnant- it felt like my leg muscle was twitching so fast that it felt like vibration. Because there are so many weird side effects of pregnancy, I just assumed I had some odd muscle twitch and thought no more of it. However, it didn't go away once I was no longer pregnant.
I stumbled onto this article, and it describes me. I might be addicted to txting. I send 10-20 daily. Sometimes, it's just easier than email. In the case of one of my very busy friends, I just text "call me" and I receive a callback when she's free, instead of potentially interrupting a meeting with my silly phone call about this Sunday's coupons.
But now that I might have a neurotic twitch I am rethinking my mobile dependency. Maybe I should leave my phone on the charger a day or two a week. Stop being so immediate. Cease relying on my phone for my extroverty social-fix needs.
Nah.