on-air part duex

trash the cooking show host. changed my mind about yesterday's post. i think i will just have kids some day. and force them to watch mommy make dinner. treat them as my audience. brilliant.

(btw. i just re-read the word mommy. i dont think i am ready to be called that. yikes!)

today. today i want to be a cabana girl. i would wake to beautiful scenery. the smell of the salty ocean. and the calming sounds of the waves. slip into some cut off shorts. be barefoot for the majority of the day. feel the warmth of the sun. every day. opposed to the 9 degrees i felt this morning. that made my nose hairs freeze. and stick together. i would have little responsibilities. obligations. money (but that would be okay. b/c i wouldnt need to spend much as a cabana girl). it really would be the life...awww...maybe if i click my heels together and close my eyes. nope still here.

on-air

i have an idea. need to get it out in the open. receive feedback. from all those that know me well. and even who know me better than myself sometimes. eeew. creepy.

since i am still trying to figure out. what i want to be when i grow up. after watching a few episodes of 'top chef' on bravo. i thought. hmmm. i would love to have my own cooking show. i love tv. i spent many years as a child. after school. hosting my own cooking show. for my imaginary audience. usually making instant jello pudding. or a sandwhich of some type. and a mess. to only have mother yell at me when she got home from work. but that never stopped me.

but the question remains. do i have to be a top chef. or something like that. to have my own show. do i need to move to hollywood. to be discovered. maybe the local pbs station would hire me. with no cooking experience. but i have a sparkling personality.

although. i think if i watched the many hours of video footage. from college. and more recently at lemonadel's parents house. where we were actually cooking. hosting our own fake. 5 minute cooking show. i might think otherwise.

bandwagon

i jumped on. i am 150 pages away from finishing twilight. the first book in the vampire series by stephenie meyer. the phenom. me and all the other tweens. and teeny boppers out there. hopefully they have already seen the movie. as i plan on going once i finish. and you know how annoying they can be during movies. texting. giggling. being obnxious. just as i once was at their age.

i want to fall in love. with a vampire. to have him save my life. swoon me with his eyes. fall dizzy with just one kiss. be fascinated by his speed. and physique. oh to be bella. i want to be her.

i have been reading chapters. upon chapters every night. i am hooked. it was hard turning off the light last night. i could have finished it. it felt weird. knowing i had to come to work today. since for the past two weeks. i have had wednesday and thursday off. thanks to the holiday season. but here i sit. waiting to be home to read...

id10t

it came into my inbox. i read it. then stopped. had to do a second reading. i would like to file this email in my folder labeled. id - ten - t. wow. names have been take out to protect the innocent.

Girl is our newest employee in Interactive taking on the role of Project Coordinator. Her most recent positions were an internship with company A and an office assistant with company B. Girl brings a strong International background and is fluent in Spanish and English.

i would only hope she is fluent in english. again. wow. company wide. oh joy.

on another note. i had a nice lunch. of mcdonalds. a mighty kids pack. and received a toy. it is squirrel boy. from a cartoon network show. (i guess). and a red pencil. from the instructions. it shows squirrel boy spinning around on his side. after the user turns the wind up. there is nothing about the mysterious red mini pencil. i thought maybe he held it. or it stuck into his body. to then make markings while he spun. nada. so now i have a mini red pencil. in a neat plastic holder. labeled 'veitnam'. it made me laugh long enough to forget about how much i am hating adulthood right now. thank you mcd's.

thief

after napping until noon. making my german soft boiled eggs. watching a slow. and odd movie. the good night. i decided to be somewhat productive with my sunday. laundry time. and for the first time since moving into my building. i was going to venture downstairs. to use the building laundry facilities in the basement. since it was still light out. and the boogie man. or mini me's biggest fear. zombies. couldnt get me.

sorted. bagged. collected my quarters. whites/lights first. (my mother freaks when she sees me sorting laundry. but i refuse to waste water on a load of only whites. and then a pink and blue shirt. wasteful). i had found a few dollars in quarters around my apartment. which would only get me through two loads. of washing. and one load of drying. i went to grab a coffee. had a terrible headache. and realized i hadnt had caffeine since friday. egads. i then got two more dollars in change when i paid for my latte.

back at the pad. i went downstairs to start my dark load. and so forth. i then also snooped a little. ron and judy have a little room down there. with odds and ends. and i also noticed next to the w/d. on top of a cabinet. little glass figurines. there were two horses. smelled like cologne. i recognized them from antique shops. they are vintage avon horse cologne bottles. they are pretty cool. so i brushed the cobwebs off. thought about it for a second. then grabbed them to display next to my desk. i also looked for a light bulb. since my fridge bulb went out about a month ago. but i didnt find one small enough. and the other problem. i cant get the old bulb out. ugh. so i stole those little horseys. but i feel like they were waiting for me. calling my name. and they will probably just be thrown away someday. or this will come back to haunt me. my year will be ruined. judy will probably call me. announcing they dont like tenants that take trash from the basement.


i did end up running out of quarters. the dryer sucks. and left me with a damp load of whites. after 3 tries. i gave up. and called untitled. pleaded to her. of my troubles. she said certainly i could come over. and she even fed me french silk pie.

2009

its here. goodbye 2008. kind of sad as i prefer even numbers. but i am excited. as always. for what the future will bring. the new challenges. new memories. life experiences. fresh new faces. the excitement of the unknown.

i spent nye. with friends. celebrating. and i guess ridding of our demons. and evil spirits from the year prior. and posing for pictures. a couple of highlights.

1. bad service at pre-party drinks and apps. i told untitled. i was so mad. and i dont get mad. but i was mad that we had not been waited on. after sitting there for 20 mins. i finally waved her down. and the drinking began.
2. hooray for tiaras. hats. and beads. serious business would not let untitled and i not wear nye flair. even if it hurt our heads. i took it to the next level.
3. jello shots. from strangers. from the $16 found on the bathroom floor. from our own pockets.
4. wasting a dollar on the jukebox. that never played our songs. thanks to the great cover band. with their own #1 fan. i named her mel. her moves were incredible. oh how she moved.
   
5. jello shot girl congratulating me on a clean cream top toward the end of the night. she said she could never pull that off. and then. and then. (this is when i got really mad). she split jello jelly from her stupid little tray. onto my cream silk top. i am still working on getting the stain out. but i will. oh yes i will. get it out.
   
6. meeting canadians. (real canadians. like from canada). in the lobby of a hotel. while waiting for a cab by myself. i think they were more interested in my story.
   
7. flagging down a cab. with an extremely drunk couple hoovered over in the back. cabby had to coax them out. the girl then admitted to her lover she had no cash. cabby just wanted his money. the man then got irrate and screamed at the cabby they didnt need to pay him. i then told cabby later. happy new year. ha.
8. the next morning. i walked a mile to my car. in the cold wind. at 9 am. with my headphones on. passing senior citizens. with smiles on their faces. thinking i was a little angel. it felt good though. but i didnt feel good the rest of the day.

* more pics to come. i didnt use my camera. so hoping there are more to come...

bumper sticker xxiii

spotted. by the winsteads. macy's entrance of battlefield mall. new years day.

i am speechless.