I had an appointment yesterday out in Bayshore. I got to the office and rang the bell to be admitted to the building. I walk in and turn to see the receptionist to let them know I had arrived for my 3:00. And she looks at me & I look at her.
You know where this is going.
She said "I know you". I said "I know you too. From where?" She asked me if I had gone to Bethpage high school. I said no, but hat I had been a permanent sub there ten years ago. She was one of the monitors at the high school. UGH!
It's so weird that no mater where I go........Penn Station............41st & 6th ave in Manhattan.................Roosevelt Field..............Panera in Riverhead....... an office in Bayshore..................I see someone who knows me in some capacity. Great. But do I have papparazzi following me? Am I making millions a year? Nope. But I expereince what's it like to not have anonymity almost every day. And for what I make.......the clubs that won't allow Crak & me in (still blaming that on the math prof.)......being a tanger reject.............this just isn't working.
Somebody, make me famous!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"sometimes goodbye's the only way..."
So with that fight with Cowboy, I said I can't be in a friendship like this. It's all about him & never about me. I needed him to listen to me and instead he ventured into topics that had no place in the conversation. He, again, made it some white trash, twisted fantasy thing of his own rather than just doing as I needed at the moment. Listening to me.
I thought he was a good friend. He had been ........ what I thought was ....... my best friend at one point in time. But I was wrong. Duped. And I admit that it is my naivete that causes this sometimes. But I like being that way. Some things one just does not need to know. Not everything in life has to focus on sex, trashy behavior, and sub-standard topics. It is okay to be intelligent. To enjoy good, clean fun. To not turn to the perverted view of things all of the time.
And that was it. Granted, it's only been a week since we have spoken, but it may as well be six months. I don't know why I feel that way, but I always do. Don't get me wrong. This is not a crying over the loss of something situation. It's just another sigh and shrug point in life where you say 'why does it have to be this way' or 'why didn't I just learn the first time?'
That's all. But, it's goodbye, for now, to Cowboy.
I thought he was a good friend. He had been ........ what I thought was ....... my best friend at one point in time. But I was wrong. Duped. And I admit that it is my naivete that causes this sometimes. But I like being that way. Some things one just does not need to know. Not everything in life has to focus on sex, trashy behavior, and sub-standard topics. It is okay to be intelligent. To enjoy good, clean fun. To not turn to the perverted view of things all of the time.
And that was it. Granted, it's only been a week since we have spoken, but it may as well be six months. I don't know why I feel that way, but I always do. Don't get me wrong. This is not a crying over the loss of something situation. It's just another sigh and shrug point in life where you say 'why does it have to be this way' or 'why didn't I just learn the first time?'
That's all. But, it's goodbye, for now, to Cowboy.
Kinky = Keeper?
Cowboy & I had been chatting on the phone when he told me some things I did not need to know or hear, nor did I want to consider or discuss. And it led to him saying that he stayed as long as he did with the tube-tied, drug-using, courntey love-wanna-be because she was into kinky things. That was the draw.
I said that I thought he stayed with her because he was stoned & drunk out of his mind and didn't know better. And then I threw it out there that, what?, he didn't want to stay with me because I wasn't kinky? Define it. What does he think is in the realm of kinky? And how would he know what I was into since this is just never a topic that ever really came up? And since when was he?
I was beyond frustrated and he is so lucky that a continent and three times zones separate us.
Apparently, I do not look like the 'kinky' type. Good! But is that what draws a guy in? The lure of the kink? (Or is that kinky too?) Is that another reason why it is so hard to find a guy? Because they are loooking for something that I don't exude while walking down the street? Guys want a woman like that? Where other guys can tell, just by her walking apst them, that she's kinky?
This is all too weird for me. Maybe it's better that I am alone for now.
I said that I thought he stayed with her because he was stoned & drunk out of his mind and didn't know better. And then I threw it out there that, what?, he didn't want to stay with me because I wasn't kinky? Define it. What does he think is in the realm of kinky? And how would he know what I was into since this is just never a topic that ever really came up? And since when was he?
I was beyond frustrated and he is so lucky that a continent and three times zones separate us.
Apparently, I do not look like the 'kinky' type. Good! But is that what draws a guy in? The lure of the kink? (Or is that kinky too?) Is that another reason why it is so hard to find a guy? Because they are loooking for something that I don't exude while walking down the street? Guys want a woman like that? Where other guys can tell, just by her walking apst them, that she's kinky?
This is all too weird for me. Maybe it's better that I am alone for now.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Missing The Wide Angle Due To Focus & Fixation
Now that this idiot has been taught Michael Rosenblum's secrets to filming, I am seeing it in every show I watch. I look for it. I wait.........leaning forward......to then say "There it is!" and sit back so proud of myself for having found it & then thinking how predictable all of these shows now are. And then it's over and I have to say 'What in the world did I just watch? I missed the whole thing! Drat! I hope they run it again so I can actually see/hear the story.'
Yes, I have become so distracted by his method of camera shots that I see things in 3-second windows and a sequence that I knew was there but didn't really know....you know? And I am watching half-hour shows not paying attention to the show even though I wanted to see a particular episode. And because of my distraction and analysis, I have to watch it again. Doubling my tv watching time. That can't be good.
And I know that some of my fellow TCA mates are doing this as well. So, thankfully, I don't feel so alone in my new-found hobby as a couch potato.
Yes, I have become so distracted by his method of camera shots that I see things in 3-second windows and a sequence that I knew was there but didn't really know....you know? And I am watching half-hour shows not paying attention to the show even though I wanted to see a particular episode. And because of my distraction and analysis, I have to watch it again. Doubling my tv watching time. That can't be good.
And I know that some of my fellow TCA mates are doing this as well. So, thankfully, I don't feel so alone in my new-found hobby as a couch potato.
Friday, January 25, 2008
MIU's Big Day
Happy Birthday to the Man In Uniform!
I am so glad that I got to see you over the holidays and that we got to hang out as much as we did. I was happy you could come out with the girls and see what an evening out for us is like. And I look forward to coming out and visitng you this year.
Wishing you all the best that there is..............to good friends, good living, and wonderful memories.
Happy Birthday MIU!
I am so glad that I got to see you over the holidays and that we got to hang out as much as we did. I was happy you could come out with the girls and see what an evening out for us is like. And I look forward to coming out and visitng you this year.
Wishing you all the best that there is..............to good friends, good living, and wonderful memories.
Happy Birthday MIU!
The Sports Fanatic
Codegirl is forever the hopeless romantic and wanting to play matchmaker. Last week, while submersing myself in that film class, I got a text that said "Gave your number to a friend of my husband's. Hope that's okay." Well, there isn't much I can do about it once you've given it, now is there.
The last time she tried to set me up with someone, he turned out to be into grand-theft auto. So while her intentions are very good, her judgement may not be.
The Sports Fanatic, as we are calling him since he has season tickets to the Giants & the Rangers, called Tuesday night and left a message.
Ball. Of. Fire.
Could that last statement be dripping with any more sarcasm?
He's 40 and left the most flat message I have ever heard. He was practically grasping for what to say. I got the "Hi Grotter. This is SF, friend of Codegirl. Ummmmmm. Yeah, she gave me your number and she said that it'd be okay if I called you. Ummmmm.......the way she described you made you sound like a nice person. So, ummmm, call me back. My cell number is 267...........Okay. Bye."
Ummmmmmmmmmm..................................
Yeah. This is a guy with whom I'd like to have a conversation. No sound of enthusiasm. No tone of interest in calling and talking. No twinge of possibility. F L A T. And the 'uuummmmmmmmmmmsssss' . Maybe it's because I hope that if I call a person I don't grasp for words. I hope that I sound as if I want to talk with them. And where is a 267 area code? I've never heard of that one before. I've gotten 917 and 646, but this is a first.
I called back last night and left a message for him. Bubbly. Asking a question or two. Hoping to spark a conversation, even in the phone tag mode. Something. But at 40yrs old, I hope he has more behind that.....ummmmmmm........that level of speaking than ....ummmmmmm......than I got on the phone.
I'll entertain the notion of going out for a drink or dinner, as I like to give everyone a chance, but there are no eggs in this basket.
The last time she tried to set me up with someone, he turned out to be into grand-theft auto. So while her intentions are very good, her judgement may not be.
The Sports Fanatic, as we are calling him since he has season tickets to the Giants & the Rangers, called Tuesday night and left a message.
Ball. Of. Fire.
Could that last statement be dripping with any more sarcasm?
He's 40 and left the most flat message I have ever heard. He was practically grasping for what to say. I got the "Hi Grotter. This is SF, friend of Codegirl. Ummmmmm. Yeah, she gave me your number and she said that it'd be okay if I called you. Ummmmm.......the way she described you made you sound like a nice person. So, ummmm, call me back. My cell number is 267...........Okay. Bye."
Ummmmmmmmmmm..................................
Yeah. This is a guy with whom I'd like to have a conversation. No sound of enthusiasm. No tone of interest in calling and talking. No twinge of possibility. F L A T. And the 'uuummmmmmmmmmmsssss' . Maybe it's because I hope that if I call a person I don't grasp for words. I hope that I sound as if I want to talk with them. And where is a 267 area code? I've never heard of that one before. I've gotten 917 and 646, but this is a first.
I called back last night and left a message for him. Bubbly. Asking a question or two. Hoping to spark a conversation, even in the phone tag mode. Something. But at 40yrs old, I hope he has more behind that.....ummmmmmm........that level of speaking than ....ummmmmmm......than I got on the phone.
I'll entertain the notion of going out for a drink or dinner, as I like to give everyone a chance, but there are no eggs in this basket.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
When Did It Become Wrong To Be A Professional Female?
I got a shock twice in the last two days. Tuesday, my Critical Thinking class was talking about schedules and how to get things done and one female student asked me when do I find time to cook for my husband. I said it's not for them to know, but I am not married and if I was, I'd expect him to know how to cook, too, so that whoever is home first can begin the meal.
One young man said "That's why I only date girls who were raised right". ?
"You know, Prof., like in the '50s when women were taught how to cook, clean, raise children, and take care of her man." I pointed out that he is African-American and would not be in the classroom if this was the 1950s and that didn't phase him much.
A few other 20-23 yr. olds agreed with him and said they want a woman who can work and do all of the things a home needs. I said "What will you do?" and they said "Well, I'll be working". I asked if it's fair for the woman to have to work and run a home and they said "Sure because that's her job".
Then, last night, my lit. class read "The Storm" by Chopin, and in the story, a husband goes to the store, running an errand, takes the child with him, and even buys her shrimp because she likes it. The wife is home, tending to the house, riding out a storm when an old boyfriend shows up and....well....things happen and he leaves, she is happy, and the husband is none the wiser.
The men said "What kind of man runs errands? And why would he take the child? He was so whipped. What a loser". And it began again. Women should be home....tending to things. Not working, taking care of the children, taking care of her man. And these men were much older than 23.
So, have I gone about my life all wrong? Was I not 'raised right' because I work and will give 100% and expect the man to give 100% too? If these men were all over 50 yrs old, I would have maybe taken it with a grain of salt, but the ages ranged from 20 up to early 40s. Is this why I don't have a boyfriend? Is this why things don't work out on the dates I have had? It's as if life, as I thought I knew it, is falling to pieces.
One young man said "That's why I only date girls who were raised right". ?
"You know, Prof., like in the '50s when women were taught how to cook, clean, raise children, and take care of her man." I pointed out that he is African-American and would not be in the classroom if this was the 1950s and that didn't phase him much.
A few other 20-23 yr. olds agreed with him and said they want a woman who can work and do all of the things a home needs. I said "What will you do?" and they said "Well, I'll be working". I asked if it's fair for the woman to have to work and run a home and they said "Sure because that's her job".
Then, last night, my lit. class read "The Storm" by Chopin, and in the story, a husband goes to the store, running an errand, takes the child with him, and even buys her shrimp because she likes it. The wife is home, tending to the house, riding out a storm when an old boyfriend shows up and....well....things happen and he leaves, she is happy, and the husband is none the wiser.
The men said "What kind of man runs errands? And why would he take the child? He was so whipped. What a loser". And it began again. Women should be home....tending to things. Not working, taking care of the children, taking care of her man. And these men were much older than 23.
So, have I gone about my life all wrong? Was I not 'raised right' because I work and will give 100% and expect the man to give 100% too? If these men were all over 50 yrs old, I would have maybe taken it with a grain of salt, but the ages ranged from 20 up to early 40s. Is this why I don't have a boyfriend? Is this why things don't work out on the dates I have had? It's as if life, as I thought I knew it, is falling to pieces.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
TCA Bootcamp Day IV......I made it!
I dragged my stressed out and exhausted body back in to the city for one last day. This was it. 12 hours of torture and it would all be over. I grabbed that train in and was so happy that I was done with the morning wake-ups & run to the station routine.
We had to be there at 9:00 promptly. Why? The president of the Travel Channel would be speaking with us. EEEEKKKK! He was so low-key and came across as a guy you'd meet hanging out at Friday's. Not the president of a network. And he encouraged us to send in our clips. He wants our footage. And they may pay us for that footage. Even if they don't & they take it just for review--wow!
That's what comes with the class. We got the "1,000 Places to See Before You Die" book, a t-shirt that says TCA Academy, and the open door right to the network execs and their professional editors to assist us & listen to us & entertain our ideas. They ran this course six times in 2007 and have purchased footage from 17 people out there who had taken the course. Cool. And they said you never know--it all comes with practice. They said one woman in the Miami course didn't strike them as anything great but she shot footage & submitted repeatedly and they now want to hire her. ??????????? Oh I have to do that. I want out of Briar and this would be nice. Even if I am not using a camera--I'd answer phones for them. I'd set up those classes for them. I'd do anything as long as it's not where I am now.
So, my last piece: I had only six minutes of footage that was to have been at least twenty minutes and I had no soundbite because my guy didn't speak english. I was way behind when it came to what I was to have and what I did have.
I worked on it, edited it, learned a few new tricks, and was able to put together 42 seconds of clip with a voice-over. I wrote some little thing about the man who sits there and with no language communicates with his customers with ease. Blah blah blah. The group, including the TCP watched. And I slid under my table. Michael said, again, good angle and shots and even though I had such a rough time, my voice-over was written well. But, being an English Prof. I should know how to write. yeah--thanks. Everyone else laughed while I died.
I was done. It was over.
They asked me to do a testimonial and I giggled through the whole thing. I will let you know when it's posted. A group of 12 of us went to get a drink and we ended up at the ESPN Zone right in the middle of the Green Bay v. Giants game. The place was PACKED! and these people wanted a table for 12. Yeah right.
While we waited, we got to know eachother a bit more than the whole travel/film aspect. The newlyweds were so funny.....they told us all sorts of stories. And then G. Cracker showed up....that hottie professional who was assisting at the workshop. I was never fortunate enough to work with him and, as MT and I were chatting about how he was so helpful to her, he said to me "I was hoping to work with you but never got the chance". I said he could have helped me any time, as I probably drove the two men who helped my group nutty. He laughed. Then he told us how he has a bachelors in poetry, moved here from Michigan, and even worked on a farm out in Amagansett one summer. MMMMMMM.....I wanted to melt just listening to him speak. He seems so calm and sweet and like such an observer. If that's true, he must have picked up on me melting right there. Oh well. I didn't get the chance to chat more than that because the Groupie stepped in and then people swapping places.....and it was 9ish when they got a table & I had to leave. I wanted to stay but just couldn't hold my eyes open anymore. And had I stayed, I was not even close to the end at which he was sitting to find out of there is a girlfriend or Mrs. Cracker. So I left.
I didn't fall asleep on the train but I hit my bed so hard I swear I would have gone straight through the mattress.
Amazing amazing experience! I am already emailing people in the group just to see how their travel home went and I am dreaming of Mr. G. Cracker. Yummmm.
Maybe I'll have a new career.......who knows?!?
We had to be there at 9:00 promptly. Why? The president of the Travel Channel would be speaking with us. EEEEKKKK! He was so low-key and came across as a guy you'd meet hanging out at Friday's. Not the president of a network. And he encouraged us to send in our clips. He wants our footage. And they may pay us for that footage. Even if they don't & they take it just for review--wow!
That's what comes with the class. We got the "1,000 Places to See Before You Die" book, a t-shirt that says TCA Academy, and the open door right to the network execs and their professional editors to assist us & listen to us & entertain our ideas. They ran this course six times in 2007 and have purchased footage from 17 people out there who had taken the course. Cool. And they said you never know--it all comes with practice. They said one woman in the Miami course didn't strike them as anything great but she shot footage & submitted repeatedly and they now want to hire her. ??????????? Oh I have to do that. I want out of Briar and this would be nice. Even if I am not using a camera--I'd answer phones for them. I'd set up those classes for them. I'd do anything as long as it's not where I am now.
So, my last piece: I had only six minutes of footage that was to have been at least twenty minutes and I had no soundbite because my guy didn't speak english. I was way behind when it came to what I was to have and what I did have.
I worked on it, edited it, learned a few new tricks, and was able to put together 42 seconds of clip with a voice-over. I wrote some little thing about the man who sits there and with no language communicates with his customers with ease. Blah blah blah. The group, including the TCP watched. And I slid under my table. Michael said, again, good angle and shots and even though I had such a rough time, my voice-over was written well. But, being an English Prof. I should know how to write. yeah--thanks. Everyone else laughed while I died.
I was done. It was over.
They asked me to do a testimonial and I giggled through the whole thing. I will let you know when it's posted. A group of 12 of us went to get a drink and we ended up at the ESPN Zone right in the middle of the Green Bay v. Giants game. The place was PACKED! and these people wanted a table for 12. Yeah right.
While we waited, we got to know eachother a bit more than the whole travel/film aspect. The newlyweds were so funny.....they told us all sorts of stories. And then G. Cracker showed up....that hottie professional who was assisting at the workshop. I was never fortunate enough to work with him and, as MT and I were chatting about how he was so helpful to her, he said to me "I was hoping to work with you but never got the chance". I said he could have helped me any time, as I probably drove the two men who helped my group nutty. He laughed. Then he told us how he has a bachelors in poetry, moved here from Michigan, and even worked on a farm out in Amagansett one summer. MMMMMMM.....I wanted to melt just listening to him speak. He seems so calm and sweet and like such an observer. If that's true, he must have picked up on me melting right there. Oh well. I didn't get the chance to chat more than that because the Groupie stepped in and then people swapping places.....and it was 9ish when they got a table & I had to leave. I wanted to stay but just couldn't hold my eyes open anymore. And had I stayed, I was not even close to the end at which he was sitting to find out of there is a girlfriend or Mrs. Cracker. So I left.
I didn't fall asleep on the train but I hit my bed so hard I swear I would have gone straight through the mattress.
Amazing amazing experience! I am already emailing people in the group just to see how their travel home went and I am dreaming of Mr. G. Cracker. Yummmm.
Maybe I'll have a new career.......who knows?!?
TCA Bootcamp Part III
I couldn't believe I was feeling sick again and was nutty enough to get back on the LIRR. Why? Again...I paid therefore I go.
I arrived at 8:20 am to find nobody was there. I sat. The guard who had been checking us in (and out and in again) each day made me a cup of tea. Aw! I was getting nervous that I had missed some directions or something when it was 8:40 and I was still the only yahoo sitting there. And then the elevator opened and out came six of the group. They had been at a door that was not open on the weekend and waited around to figure out what to do. Ah......feeeling better that my comrads were back.
This day brought about more lectures and the second assignment. This time we had to find a character for our 20 minutes of taping that should narrow down to that one-minute piece. We were dismissed at 12:00 to go find our story and had until 5:00 to return. I headed for Bryant Park. This way I wouldn't have to have a location release signed, wouldn't have to ask them to turn down the music, and wouldn't worry about people coming in or out of a business and interrupting that establishment. I walked around in the frigid temps for a little and saw a guy with a HUGE backpack and guitar sitting there playing. Sweet! Here's my character. He was with another man and they were chatting. So I interrupted and introduced myself and said I was a film student in need of a character. His name was Steve and he had arrived in the city for the first time the night before. I asked him where had he come from and he said "Around". I asked him where he was staying and he replied that he was staying with some guy he met on the internet. How long would he be in NYC? However long he felt like staying. Where was he going next? VT. Why? To see what's there.
He smelled. And he kept playing songs he learned three months earlier while in Columbia. He had picked up a guitar for the first time four months ago. And, I could tape all of this if I let his 'new friend Dominick' be in it as well. Dominick was a homeless man whom he had just met and they were talking about music and the govt. Don't ask.
In 45 minutes time, I had 17 minutes worth of footage. Good footage. I was beyond thrilled. And I took it back to the class. And showed it to the instructors. Who said "You shot the whole thing in night vision."
Huh?
I had shot the whole thing that way and there was no way to salvage it. None. Nope. DRAT!
I went back to the park but the vagabond was gone. Now what? I walked down to 37th and 8th from Bryant. I went in a dance studio. Nope. I walked up the blocks. I tried a dry cleaner. Nope. A tailor. No there either. A florist. NO!
So I got an idea and walked to Central Park. The carousel! I was so happy with my idea and felt a bit better at 1:30. I was almsot there when I ran into a girl from class who is from NC and she was ready to cry. She had been all over, including the carousel, and was rejected. So we teamed up and began to brainstorm. We tried the boat basin on 5th & 72nd. Nothing. Looked for people painting in the park. Not one. We were ready to cry. Then we came upon the sketch artists at 59th and 5th. I asked one if I could film him and he didn't speak english. UGH! So I held up the camera to him and he smiled and nodded. It took me 10 minutes to get 6 1/2 of footage. But that was it. NC followed a sanitation worker and got 5 1/2 minutes of stuff. But she had dialogue because her guy spoke English. I needed dialogue. And wouldn't get it.
We were starving, as it was 2:45 and I hadn't eaten all day. So we grabbed a bite and vented for a half hour and then it was on to Times Square to see if I could film one of those guys who hands out the fliers for the comedy clubs. I got one to say yes but it was impossible to follow him. I'd get him going in and out of frame and then I'd get 80 people crashing through one way and 40 the other. Not a good idea. Oh well.
I was left at 4:40 to go back with NC and my measly 6 1/2 minutes of film. What was a gal to do?
We uploaded and edited until 7:30 and then it was time to call it quits. I had to pray that I'd stay awake long enough on the train so I'd remember to get off at my station. I also had to wait until I got home to cry so that I wouldn't have a complete breakdown on the transit line. Not an easy task.
Three down ~~ one to go.
I arrived at 8:20 am to find nobody was there. I sat. The guard who had been checking us in (and out and in again) each day made me a cup of tea. Aw! I was getting nervous that I had missed some directions or something when it was 8:40 and I was still the only yahoo sitting there. And then the elevator opened and out came six of the group. They had been at a door that was not open on the weekend and waited around to figure out what to do. Ah......feeeling better that my comrads were back.
This day brought about more lectures and the second assignment. This time we had to find a character for our 20 minutes of taping that should narrow down to that one-minute piece. We were dismissed at 12:00 to go find our story and had until 5:00 to return. I headed for Bryant Park. This way I wouldn't have to have a location release signed, wouldn't have to ask them to turn down the music, and wouldn't worry about people coming in or out of a business and interrupting that establishment. I walked around in the frigid temps for a little and saw a guy with a HUGE backpack and guitar sitting there playing. Sweet! Here's my character. He was with another man and they were chatting. So I interrupted and introduced myself and said I was a film student in need of a character. His name was Steve and he had arrived in the city for the first time the night before. I asked him where had he come from and he said "Around". I asked him where he was staying and he replied that he was staying with some guy he met on the internet. How long would he be in NYC? However long he felt like staying. Where was he going next? VT. Why? To see what's there.
He smelled. And he kept playing songs he learned three months earlier while in Columbia. He had picked up a guitar for the first time four months ago. And, I could tape all of this if I let his 'new friend Dominick' be in it as well. Dominick was a homeless man whom he had just met and they were talking about music and the govt. Don't ask.
In 45 minutes time, I had 17 minutes worth of footage. Good footage. I was beyond thrilled. And I took it back to the class. And showed it to the instructors. Who said "You shot the whole thing in night vision."
Huh?
I had shot the whole thing that way and there was no way to salvage it. None. Nope. DRAT!
I went back to the park but the vagabond was gone. Now what? I walked down to 37th and 8th from Bryant. I went in a dance studio. Nope. I walked up the blocks. I tried a dry cleaner. Nope. A tailor. No there either. A florist. NO!
So I got an idea and walked to Central Park. The carousel! I was so happy with my idea and felt a bit better at 1:30. I was almsot there when I ran into a girl from class who is from NC and she was ready to cry. She had been all over, including the carousel, and was rejected. So we teamed up and began to brainstorm. We tried the boat basin on 5th & 72nd. Nothing. Looked for people painting in the park. Not one. We were ready to cry. Then we came upon the sketch artists at 59th and 5th. I asked one if I could film him and he didn't speak english. UGH! So I held up the camera to him and he smiled and nodded. It took me 10 minutes to get 6 1/2 of footage. But that was it. NC followed a sanitation worker and got 5 1/2 minutes of stuff. But she had dialogue because her guy spoke English. I needed dialogue. And wouldn't get it.
We were starving, as it was 2:45 and I hadn't eaten all day. So we grabbed a bite and vented for a half hour and then it was on to Times Square to see if I could film one of those guys who hands out the fliers for the comedy clubs. I got one to say yes but it was impossible to follow him. I'd get him going in and out of frame and then I'd get 80 people crashing through one way and 40 the other. Not a good idea. Oh well.
I was left at 4:40 to go back with NC and my measly 6 1/2 minutes of film. What was a gal to do?
We uploaded and edited until 7:30 and then it was time to call it quits. I had to pray that I'd stay awake long enough on the train so I'd remember to get off at my station. I also had to wait until I got home to cry so that I wouldn't have a complete breakdown on the transit line. Not an easy task.
Three down ~~ one to go.
TCA Bootcamp Part II
5:00 came way too soon and I had not really recovered from the first day. I woke up with anxiety and felt sick all over again and couldn't figure out why I was getting back on that stupid train to go in and feel worse about myself. But I am one of those people that if I pay $10 to see a bad film, I will sit through it to get my money's worth. And this course was way more than a movie ticket. So I had to get every nickel out of it.
I was the first to arrive. AP was right behind me. A few others came in and we chatted about what to do with our pieces. I have no idea how to storyboard. Yes, I teach English. And yes I instruct people every semester how to write an essay. But for some reason I can not get this pattern down. It's not that different but it is so hard for me.
Close to 9:00, MT arrived! I was so happy to see her and said I was afraid she wasn't coming back. She laughed and said she had been rejected so many times and the instructors decided to send her down to the East Village to find a shop. What? Send a complete stranger who has never been to NYC before on the subways to the EV? Well, she ended up getting lost and just called and decided to look for stories and crash. She hadn't found a story as of Friday morning and would be going out while we were learning editing.
We had a guest speaker for the morning. The producer of the 'Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations' was there and had some interesting tales to tell.
Then it was time to edit. And that is what we did. 12 of us went to a tiny room and had two instructors there to assist us with Final Cut Pro. I am still trying to figure out how to turn a Mac on and they want me to follow this "Pro" edition. Yeah, right. Thank goodness a man named Steve was there to help. He was so patient and explained it in terms 'an idiot' could follow. I felt a bit better. I edited my piece together and then found out we had to do voice overs. Huh? When did they say that? I was told to come up with like three lines and go wait to record in the sound booth. UGH!
I did it and apparently I spoke too close to the mic so there's a static-popping sound with some of my words. Who cares? I was thrilled to finish a piece. We screened as a group and some of these people had AMAZING work! And then I remembered that many of them have done things like this before. Have taken a class or two, have the equipment, or have done something in the media world. So while mine looked like that of a beginner (a bad one at that) I had to remind myself that many of these people had done this in some capacity.
MR wasn't as harsh as I had anticipated. He said I had good camera angles. But he also said that my character was "f'n flat' and 'why the hell would you put him on the screen"? I had no idea. I really didn't. I was just glad someone would cooperate with me. My concern was my voice! I sounded so Queens-y. It was horrible. And I said that. And asked me where I was from and I said LI. And he asked "Where" and I said "Nassau" and he probed again and I said Hix and he was from Seaford. Small world! That didn't help me though. I hated my track. Oh well.
That was the end of Day 2. Only two more to go and that was questionable.
I was the first to arrive. AP was right behind me. A few others came in and we chatted about what to do with our pieces. I have no idea how to storyboard. Yes, I teach English. And yes I instruct people every semester how to write an essay. But for some reason I can not get this pattern down. It's not that different but it is so hard for me.
Close to 9:00, MT arrived! I was so happy to see her and said I was afraid she wasn't coming back. She laughed and said she had been rejected so many times and the instructors decided to send her down to the East Village to find a shop. What? Send a complete stranger who has never been to NYC before on the subways to the EV? Well, she ended up getting lost and just called and decided to look for stories and crash. She hadn't found a story as of Friday morning and would be going out while we were learning editing.
We had a guest speaker for the morning. The producer of the 'Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations' was there and had some interesting tales to tell.
Then it was time to edit. And that is what we did. 12 of us went to a tiny room and had two instructors there to assist us with Final Cut Pro. I am still trying to figure out how to turn a Mac on and they want me to follow this "Pro" edition. Yeah, right. Thank goodness a man named Steve was there to help. He was so patient and explained it in terms 'an idiot' could follow. I felt a bit better. I edited my piece together and then found out we had to do voice overs. Huh? When did they say that? I was told to come up with like three lines and go wait to record in the sound booth. UGH!
I did it and apparently I spoke too close to the mic so there's a static-popping sound with some of my words. Who cares? I was thrilled to finish a piece. We screened as a group and some of these people had AMAZING work! And then I remembered that many of them have done things like this before. Have taken a class or two, have the equipment, or have done something in the media world. So while mine looked like that of a beginner (a bad one at that) I had to remind myself that many of these people had done this in some capacity.
MR wasn't as harsh as I had anticipated. He said I had good camera angles. But he also said that my character was "f'n flat' and 'why the hell would you put him on the screen"? I had no idea. I really didn't. I was just glad someone would cooperate with me. My concern was my voice! I sounded so Queens-y. It was horrible. And I said that. And asked me where I was from and I said LI. And he asked "Where" and I said "Nassau" and he probed again and I said Hix and he was from Seaford. Small world! That didn't help me though. I hated my track. Oh well.
That was the end of Day 2. Only two more to go and that was questionable.
I Survived TCA Bootcamp! Part I
Today is the first day I am actually coherent. It has taken two days to feel as if I can actually function like a person again. Thursday through Sunday were four of the most intense, challenging, difficult days of my life and somehow I made it through.
Thursday morning started at the ungodly hour of 5:00 a.m. I was so nervous & anxious that I was sick. Literally. I didn't know if I'd be able to ride the train all the way in without being sick again. I was running hot & cold & hot again. UGH! How can I go in? Easy. I didn't realize I had picked up the express train and there was no stopping between Hix and Penn Station. Great.
I made it to Penn and hopped the subway to Times Square and only had to walk to 40th street to find the CUNY Journalism school. This school is gorgeous. I wish I was in to journalism just so I could sign up to attend this building. I signed in and headed up to the 3rd floor. There was a security guard and one man milling around. I checked in with the guard and asked the man if he was there for the digital film class. He was. His name was Adventure Pete and he had just rode in last night on his BMW motorcycle. He came from Houston and was going to stay with some NYC cop he met in a chat room where he had been asking about the weather & hotels. The guy said "stay with me in Riverdale" and so AP did. Interesting guy. He works on an oil rig at sea (one month on and one month off) and is leaving in May to ride to Alaska and is working his way down to the tip of South America. On his bike. Gotta love guys. The next person to enter was the Massage Therapist from Ft. Wayne, IN. MT was pollyanna brought to life. She and I admitted upfront that neither of us had ever touched a video camera or a Mac before so we hoped to sit together and commisserate. Shortly after we were joined by the Skinny Greek and she's from Chicago. She has temp jobs right now & mooches off of her parents. The great thing about these girls is that they are my age. These three have it all over me. They've been everywhere. AP has been to Vietnam and other far locales, MT lived in Peru for a year (I think it was Peru), and SG took a trip to Greece to meet relatives and what would have been a brief trip turned in to five months. She has also spent plenty of time in Korea. I've seen a large picnic basket in Ohio. I have to step up my traveling.
We had plans to sit and work on projects as a group and then the instructor came in and said "We have assigned you seats so please look for your name" and our hopes were dashed. The group of 36 went up a set of stairs to the room and looked for our names. I had to look around to find my name and it was all the way in the last row of the room.....right between MT and SG! Yippee!!! Plans were back in action.
Infront of us sat a newlywed couple from Alabama. Well, he's from AL but she's from Australia. They got married three weeks earlier and stayed in some private cottage on the beach in Key West. He's a fisherman and she does reporting in the sports world and they met 4 years ago and are so mismatched in appearance but their personalities blended so well. They were hysterical to sit behind. Next to them was the Groupie....a 24-yr old from NJ. She was engaged to be married last month and he broke it off three months before the wedding. She says she was devastated but she's already 'hanging out' with someone. So how serious this was, I don't know. But her manner of speaking was nails on a chalkboard for me. Don't get me wrong, she is sweet and naive (totally likeable and nice and could so go hang at a bar with her) and all, but I work with people like her everyday so I felt as if I was in class with one of my own students.
We were introduced to our instructor for the week. Michael Rosenblum is beyond accomplished, hysterical, and a bit scary. He is what I wanted to be in the classroom until we were told that we have to make the students "feel good about themselves even when all they did was show up (late, unprepared, etc.)". He's a cross between Gilbert Gottfried and Billy Crystal. His stories are some of the funniest I have heard and could listen to his rant all day. He gave us the 'fool-proof' secrets to shooting film. And said 'any idiot can do it'. We had yet to see since this idiot had never done this before.
I scoped out the room to see if there were any 'potentials'. Hmm.......lots of married men. That was it. Except for one hottie: Cracker. But he was a part of the instruction team and was off-limits. Oh well....at least I had someone to look at while failing miserably at my attempts.
At 1:30, they threw us out into the streets and said "Don't come back without 20 minutes of footage. And have a sequence of events in mind". It sounds easy, doesn't it? It wasn't. We had to find a location, ask for permission to film in the location, get the permit signed by the manager/owner, ask to film the workers, have them sign a legal paper, ask them to let us behind the counter, ask them to turn down the radio (bc music is copyrighted material), and then shoot sequences of events. I had lunch with MT and the Groupie and we decided to wander and find stores near eachother so we could head back together. I went in a place and had less than 2 hours to get footage. I got calls from them saying they had been rejected repeatedly and were moving on. We'd see eachother back at the room at 4:00.
I ended up in a coffee shop. The manager was nice but he had taken 2 years of film school and wanted to direct me on what to do. That wasn't part of my assignment. I tried to get footage. I really did. I got 9 1/2 minutes of the 20 I was supposed to get. I didn't want to go back for fear that Michael would rip me apart.
Back at the school, we were split into two groups for the viewing and critique. I was not with Michael and was able to breathe a bit better than I thought I would. But where was MT? We hadn't seen her since 2:00. We viewed the pieces and mine was 'okay', but I had a 'titanic' shot in which I shot the manager on some angle (forgot my v8 I guess) and the ceiling tiles in the back were so slanted and crooked! UGH! By 7:30, there was no sign of MT and I tried to call her cell. It said that the number was disconnected. Uh-oh. She's never been to NYC before and now she hasn't returned to the class? I was worried. I mentioned this to one of the assistants and he said she'd be back. He didn't tell me he meant the next day. So I was going home all worried about MT.
I hopped on the subway and caught an 8:15 train home. I ate dinner at 9:45 and crashed. Information overload, nerves, and Grotter do not mix well.
Thursday morning started at the ungodly hour of 5:00 a.m. I was so nervous & anxious that I was sick. Literally. I didn't know if I'd be able to ride the train all the way in without being sick again. I was running hot & cold & hot again. UGH! How can I go in? Easy. I didn't realize I had picked up the express train and there was no stopping between Hix and Penn Station. Great.
I made it to Penn and hopped the subway to Times Square and only had to walk to 40th street to find the CUNY Journalism school. This school is gorgeous. I wish I was in to journalism just so I could sign up to attend this building. I signed in and headed up to the 3rd floor. There was a security guard and one man milling around. I checked in with the guard and asked the man if he was there for the digital film class. He was. His name was Adventure Pete and he had just rode in last night on his BMW motorcycle. He came from Houston and was going to stay with some NYC cop he met in a chat room where he had been asking about the weather & hotels. The guy said "stay with me in Riverdale" and so AP did. Interesting guy. He works on an oil rig at sea (one month on and one month off) and is leaving in May to ride to Alaska and is working his way down to the tip of South America. On his bike. Gotta love guys. The next person to enter was the Massage Therapist from Ft. Wayne, IN. MT was pollyanna brought to life. She and I admitted upfront that neither of us had ever touched a video camera or a Mac before so we hoped to sit together and commisserate. Shortly after we were joined by the Skinny Greek and she's from Chicago. She has temp jobs right now & mooches off of her parents. The great thing about these girls is that they are my age. These three have it all over me. They've been everywhere. AP has been to Vietnam and other far locales, MT lived in Peru for a year (I think it was Peru), and SG took a trip to Greece to meet relatives and what would have been a brief trip turned in to five months. She has also spent plenty of time in Korea. I've seen a large picnic basket in Ohio. I have to step up my traveling.
We had plans to sit and work on projects as a group and then the instructor came in and said "We have assigned you seats so please look for your name" and our hopes were dashed. The group of 36 went up a set of stairs to the room and looked for our names. I had to look around to find my name and it was all the way in the last row of the room.....right between MT and SG! Yippee!!! Plans were back in action.
Infront of us sat a newlywed couple from Alabama. Well, he's from AL but she's from Australia. They got married three weeks earlier and stayed in some private cottage on the beach in Key West. He's a fisherman and she does reporting in the sports world and they met 4 years ago and are so mismatched in appearance but their personalities blended so well. They were hysterical to sit behind. Next to them was the Groupie....a 24-yr old from NJ. She was engaged to be married last month and he broke it off three months before the wedding. She says she was devastated but she's already 'hanging out' with someone. So how serious this was, I don't know. But her manner of speaking was nails on a chalkboard for me. Don't get me wrong, she is sweet and naive (totally likeable and nice and could so go hang at a bar with her) and all, but I work with people like her everyday so I felt as if I was in class with one of my own students.
We were introduced to our instructor for the week. Michael Rosenblum is beyond accomplished, hysterical, and a bit scary. He is what I wanted to be in the classroom until we were told that we have to make the students "feel good about themselves even when all they did was show up (late, unprepared, etc.)". He's a cross between Gilbert Gottfried and Billy Crystal. His stories are some of the funniest I have heard and could listen to his rant all day. He gave us the 'fool-proof' secrets to shooting film. And said 'any idiot can do it'. We had yet to see since this idiot had never done this before.
I scoped out the room to see if there were any 'potentials'. Hmm.......lots of married men. That was it. Except for one hottie: Cracker. But he was a part of the instruction team and was off-limits. Oh well....at least I had someone to look at while failing miserably at my attempts.
At 1:30, they threw us out into the streets and said "Don't come back without 20 minutes of footage. And have a sequence of events in mind". It sounds easy, doesn't it? It wasn't. We had to find a location, ask for permission to film in the location, get the permit signed by the manager/owner, ask to film the workers, have them sign a legal paper, ask them to let us behind the counter, ask them to turn down the radio (bc music is copyrighted material), and then shoot sequences of events. I had lunch with MT and the Groupie and we decided to wander and find stores near eachother so we could head back together. I went in a place and had less than 2 hours to get footage. I got calls from them saying they had been rejected repeatedly and were moving on. We'd see eachother back at the room at 4:00.
I ended up in a coffee shop. The manager was nice but he had taken 2 years of film school and wanted to direct me on what to do. That wasn't part of my assignment. I tried to get footage. I really did. I got 9 1/2 minutes of the 20 I was supposed to get. I didn't want to go back for fear that Michael would rip me apart.
Back at the school, we were split into two groups for the viewing and critique. I was not with Michael and was able to breathe a bit better than I thought I would. But where was MT? We hadn't seen her since 2:00. We viewed the pieces and mine was 'okay', but I had a 'titanic' shot in which I shot the manager on some angle (forgot my v8 I guess) and the ceiling tiles in the back were so slanted and crooked! UGH! By 7:30, there was no sign of MT and I tried to call her cell. It said that the number was disconnected. Uh-oh. She's never been to NYC before and now she hasn't returned to the class? I was worried. I mentioned this to one of the assistants and he said she'd be back. He didn't tell me he meant the next day. So I was going home all worried about MT.
I hopped on the subway and caught an 8:15 train home. I ate dinner at 9:45 and crashed. Information overload, nerves, and Grotter do not mix well.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
I signed up for a 4-day workshop in the city. It's to learn how to take your own video footage, edit & splice it together, and make it, you know, viewable. I have always found that sort of thing interesting & when I saw a workshop for it, I figured why not? It may open a door or two for me. In any way. Meet a man, get a new job, find a new friend, just be a super cool experience.
However, now that the time has come for it to begin I am kicking myself. The class starts at 9am & I must be there by 8:45am. So I have to be on the 7:06 train. Meaning get up no later than 5:30am. Yup. The class is ten hours long. That's 10. One Zero. 1. 0.
Long long long day. And that is for 4 days. Four. Quatro.
I will then hope to catch an 8:15 home to get in at 9:00. Yeah. Long day. I just figure that this will be worth it in the long run and I do not have to wake up Monday so I hope to recover some of the hours of life/sleep that I will be losing now on that day.
Pray for me. Or my sanity. Whatever. Or just wish me luck.
However, now that the time has come for it to begin I am kicking myself. The class starts at 9am & I must be there by 8:45am. So I have to be on the 7:06 train. Meaning get up no later than 5:30am. Yup. The class is ten hours long. That's 10. One Zero. 1. 0.
Long long long day. And that is for 4 days. Four. Quatro.
I will then hope to catch an 8:15 home to get in at 9:00. Yeah. Long day. I just figure that this will be worth it in the long run and I do not have to wake up Monday so I hope to recover some of the hours of life/sleep that I will be losing now on that day.
Pray for me. Or my sanity. Whatever. Or just wish me luck.
I'm On The Stratford Plan
"Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me..."
I feel like singing any dreamy song that is about wishes coming true.
Last semester, I got shafted. BIG TIME. And said to my job that I want what I want this time around (seeing as I have seniority) and will bump whomever I need to to get the schedule I want. And so it has come to pass that I have an amazing schedule.
Mondays and Wednesdays I work from 12:00-3:30 and then (for just the first 8 weeks) I have a class form 8:15-10:45 pm.
Tuesdays and Thursdays I have office hours and class from 9:00-12:00.
I also have three online classes and one class that will meet only Monday nights in March and April (same time as my current night class).
I have worked four nights a week for the last 9+ years. Or I was working days and going to school nights before that. So I have not yet figured out what to do with all of these evenings that lay before me. The possibilities are endless (most nights) and I am giddy with excitement. Yippee for me!
I feel like singing any dreamy song that is about wishes coming true.
Last semester, I got shafted. BIG TIME. And said to my job that I want what I want this time around (seeing as I have seniority) and will bump whomever I need to to get the schedule I want. And so it has come to pass that I have an amazing schedule.
Mondays and Wednesdays I work from 12:00-3:30 and then (for just the first 8 weeks) I have a class form 8:15-10:45 pm.
Tuesdays and Thursdays I have office hours and class from 9:00-12:00.
I also have three online classes and one class that will meet only Monday nights in March and April (same time as my current night class).
I have worked four nights a week for the last 9+ years. Or I was working days and going to school nights before that. So I have not yet figured out what to do with all of these evenings that lay before me. The possibilities are endless (most nights) and I am giddy with excitement. Yippee for me!
Sealed With A
I am one of those people who sees a bag of chips and wants to eat them. The problem is that I will open the bag, eat what I want, and then fold it over and either tape it shut or use a 'chip clip' until the next time I remember I have them. By then they are stale or soggy. Either way, it is a waste of a good bag of chips (that I should probably not be eating anyway...but I am because I can't help it. They are so yummy) and I end up throwing it out and having to buy another........and so begins the vicious cycle.
Maybe not anymore! I found and bought a sealer! It is small, fits in the palm of your hand, and even has a handy-dandy magnet so that you may stick it to the refridgerator. I bought it Monday and have sealed a bag shut twice now. I had to try my hand at it a few more times than that for it to seal, but it was me and not the appliance. I am going to go around sealing any and everything I can to get the hang of this fabulous invention.
Luvin' it!
Maybe not anymore! I found and bought a sealer! It is small, fits in the palm of your hand, and even has a handy-dandy magnet so that you may stick it to the refridgerator. I bought it Monday and have sealed a bag shut twice now. I had to try my hand at it a few more times than that for it to seal, but it was me and not the appliance. I am going to go around sealing any and everything I can to get the hang of this fabulous invention.
Luvin' it!
Totally Two-Faced
I am hooked on the eyeshadow products from the two-faced company. I have Totally Toasted, I Know What Boys Like (if that were only true), and I just bought my third which is Fantasy Island. It's two shadows side-by-side and they blend so well. I love the way they layer themselves, don't clump or smudge during the day, and that they are so pretty!
Color me two-faced any time.
Color me two-faced any time.
Monday, January 14, 2008
And then a hero comes along
I only caught the end of the news segment, but a man & woman had been trapped in a cabin on a mountainside after an avalanche plowed through the area. After a few days, the man went outside and used the inside of a powerbar wrapper to signal for help. And it worked!
It's so Macguyver!
It's so Macguyver!
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Saturday I was beyond tired. Since I had only gotten home close to 2 the night before and then was up bright 'n' early to go to Jersey for the day, I wasn't really ready for another outing Saturday night. But I went. We Found ourselves at Croxxley's. Ful of people but no one to approach, we just hung around and enjoyed sampling some of the different beers on tap.
I tried to talk to one guy when I had gone up to the bar. He leaned into me to get his beer and I said to him "Lucky. I'm trying to get one of those." And he said "Oh, want some of mine?" I told him no, but thank you and then spun around again and said "Well, what did you get?" He actually told me the beer he had and I said I was just kidding. It was my turn to order so I did and walked back past him to the group. He looked in my direction a bit, but didn't make a move. Then he may have been looking at Blonde for a bit, but still no move. Crak, in her bananas tshirt from the Amanda Bynes Collection, said she was ready to bail at 11:00.
So we left and the three remaining went to Churchill's across the street. It was packed in there with some scary groups. We went outside and Blonde and KDP each got a beer. I stood there and froze for a bit. When there was no action and lots of cigar & cigarette smoke, I wanted to go in. The other two went to the ladies' room.....where when two stalls opened up, four women came out---two from each. ?? Is this a frat house party? What the~~? So Blonde made the joke that KDP wasn't going to talk to her anymore because Blonde refused to share the stall. We found this funny. The bouncer heard this a bit as we walked past him and we chated for a moment.
The three of us then found space in the bar area to stand and check out the scenery. And some creepy (and very intoxicated I might add) guy turned to just stare at Blonde. Heeheehee. I found this funny. But it got to the point that it even creeped KDP out so she blocked his view for a bit. Then we saw the bouncer (who is over 40 and has teeth issues) pass by and Blonde stoppe dhim to ask him how he moves around in the crowd so fast. And there he stood. Chatting with us. UGH! So wait---she can stop and talk to this guy but can't approach one she's is interested in? And now we were stuck. He stayed talking to us for too long. Disappeared. Came back. Stayed too long again. I had enough of the creepy men and the lack of interest to even be there on my part & said "It's midnight. I'm ready".
I dropped Blonde off and didn't roll in until close to 1am. Another long day. Another late night. A good way to end my winter break.
I tried to talk to one guy when I had gone up to the bar. He leaned into me to get his beer and I said to him "Lucky. I'm trying to get one of those." And he said "Oh, want some of mine?" I told him no, but thank you and then spun around again and said "Well, what did you get?" He actually told me the beer he had and I said I was just kidding. It was my turn to order so I did and walked back past him to the group. He looked in my direction a bit, but didn't make a move. Then he may have been looking at Blonde for a bit, but still no move. Crak, in her bananas tshirt from the Amanda Bynes Collection, said she was ready to bail at 11:00.
So we left and the three remaining went to Churchill's across the street. It was packed in there with some scary groups. We went outside and Blonde and KDP each got a beer. I stood there and froze for a bit. When there was no action and lots of cigar & cigarette smoke, I wanted to go in. The other two went to the ladies' room.....where when two stalls opened up, four women came out---two from each. ?? Is this a frat house party? What the~~? So Blonde made the joke that KDP wasn't going to talk to her anymore because Blonde refused to share the stall. We found this funny. The bouncer heard this a bit as we walked past him and we chated for a moment.
The three of us then found space in the bar area to stand and check out the scenery. And some creepy (and very intoxicated I might add) guy turned to just stare at Blonde. Heeheehee. I found this funny. But it got to the point that it even creeped KDP out so she blocked his view for a bit. Then we saw the bouncer (who is over 40 and has teeth issues) pass by and Blonde stoppe dhim to ask him how he moves around in the crowd so fast. And there he stood. Chatting with us. UGH! So wait---she can stop and talk to this guy but can't approach one she's is interested in? And now we were stuck. He stayed talking to us for too long. Disappeared. Came back. Stayed too long again. I had enough of the creepy men and the lack of interest to even be there on my part & said "It's midnight. I'm ready".
I dropped Blonde off and didn't roll in until close to 1am. Another long day. Another late night. A good way to end my winter break.
When I Think About You I Touch.......
Okay I am not finishing that one.
Friday night I found myself being whisked to Sayville for a "passion pleasure" party. Blonde had been invited & rsvp'd for herself + 4. KDP, Crak, Sassy & I were to attend with her. How I got roped into this, I still can't figure out. And, before I could bail, Crak and Sassy managed to. Well, I can't leave a gal high and dry afer rsvping for 5 people, so KDP & I trooped it out.
Blonde drove us out to Sayville......yeah it may as well have been Guam.......and braced us by saying "Well, I relaly don't hang out with the women. I am friends with their husbands and am not really sure if I'll be comfortable in the hosue without the men there". Great.
We went in and downstairs to a room filled with women and food. And, in the corner was the table of "stuff". Oh no. I have to be honest...I don't realy get this 'stuff'. I don't get how some of it's used, I don't get why people use it when they have a body ready & able near by, and I don't get why they'd want to slather themselves with a ton of sticky gels, things that tingle & numb (isn't it supposed to be about sensation?) and powders to have a good time. All I think about is 'is this going to ruin my sheets and how fast can I flip him off so that I can put them in the wash?'
These women were loud. And shared way too much. One woman announced how her husband loves 'gigi'.....some thing to help with oral....another is telling us her latest toy and how fabulous it works....andother got one for her birthday and said the directions were confusing and wanted the consultant to show her how it works.......and anotehr said how she carries her's in the trunk of her car 'because younever know when you'll want it' and how her son gets condoms out of her purse when he's going out to see his girlfriend.
We had to wear nametags with our stripper names. WHich meant taking the name of your first pet and the name of the street which yougrew up. So I was Tiger Cottage........which Blonde became obsessed with saying. Why? I have no idea.
I'm not used to this. Type of party I mean. And it was a bit weird. Thank goodness they were all strangers to me and I don't have to worry about knowing them AND their husbands and what they do or how they liek it (poor Blonde).
We bailed around 10 and headed off to McCann's. We got i.d.'d and the bouncer said to me (quite loudly) "Wow. You don't look that old!" I asked him to tell me just how old I looked but he looked embarrassed and turned away.
Inside was packed with mediocre-looking people. One of the bartenders was a former student of mine (big shock). Crak and I called him Face, because it really is all about his face and how it could potentially get him into or out of anything. He's pretty but not bright at all. So I wasn't surprised when KDP ordered a Miller Chill and he came back with a Woodpecker Cider. Blonde and KDP couldn't figure out how you'd mix the two drinks up but I understood it completely. He's just too pretty to work.
Blonde founda man to stare at for the evening and we kept persuading her to go speak with him. She wouldn't. Why? She dosn't have a line to use right now. She explained that when it's football season or baseball season, she knows how to approach a guy. But when it's inbetween, she has no clue. ???????? This made no sense to us. Which made KDP and me frustrated. So I kept saying (loudly in his direciton) "Hey! Come talk to my friend." while KDP kept nudging her with her leg to try and make Blodne topple over and into the guy. Yeah--after an hour and a half she still hadn't made her move so we left.
I rolled in at 1:45 am and crashed! Toy parties and frustrating lack of man approaches wear me out!
Friday night I found myself being whisked to Sayville for a "passion pleasure" party. Blonde had been invited & rsvp'd for herself + 4. KDP, Crak, Sassy & I were to attend with her. How I got roped into this, I still can't figure out. And, before I could bail, Crak and Sassy managed to. Well, I can't leave a gal high and dry afer rsvping for 5 people, so KDP & I trooped it out.
Blonde drove us out to Sayville......yeah it may as well have been Guam.......and braced us by saying "Well, I relaly don't hang out with the women. I am friends with their husbands and am not really sure if I'll be comfortable in the hosue without the men there". Great.
We went in and downstairs to a room filled with women and food. And, in the corner was the table of "stuff". Oh no. I have to be honest...I don't realy get this 'stuff'. I don't get how some of it's used, I don't get why people use it when they have a body ready & able near by, and I don't get why they'd want to slather themselves with a ton of sticky gels, things that tingle & numb (isn't it supposed to be about sensation?) and powders to have a good time. All I think about is 'is this going to ruin my sheets and how fast can I flip him off so that I can put them in the wash?'
These women were loud. And shared way too much. One woman announced how her husband loves 'gigi'.....some thing to help with oral....another is telling us her latest toy and how fabulous it works....andother got one for her birthday and said the directions were confusing and wanted the consultant to show her how it works.......and anotehr said how she carries her's in the trunk of her car 'because younever know when you'll want it' and how her son gets condoms out of her purse when he's going out to see his girlfriend.
We had to wear nametags with our stripper names. WHich meant taking the name of your first pet and the name of the street which yougrew up. So I was Tiger Cottage........which Blonde became obsessed with saying. Why? I have no idea.
I'm not used to this. Type of party I mean. And it was a bit weird. Thank goodness they were all strangers to me and I don't have to worry about knowing them AND their husbands and what they do or how they liek it (poor Blonde).
We bailed around 10 and headed off to McCann's. We got i.d.'d and the bouncer said to me (quite loudly) "Wow. You don't look that old!" I asked him to tell me just how old I looked but he looked embarrassed and turned away.
Inside was packed with mediocre-looking people. One of the bartenders was a former student of mine (big shock). Crak and I called him Face, because it really is all about his face and how it could potentially get him into or out of anything. He's pretty but not bright at all. So I wasn't surprised when KDP ordered a Miller Chill and he came back with a Woodpecker Cider. Blonde and KDP couldn't figure out how you'd mix the two drinks up but I understood it completely. He's just too pretty to work.
Blonde founda man to stare at for the evening and we kept persuading her to go speak with him. She wouldn't. Why? She dosn't have a line to use right now. She explained that when it's football season or baseball season, she knows how to approach a guy. But when it's inbetween, she has no clue. ???????? This made no sense to us. Which made KDP and me frustrated. So I kept saying (loudly in his direciton) "Hey! Come talk to my friend." while KDP kept nudging her with her leg to try and make Blodne topple over and into the guy. Yeah--after an hour and a half she still hadn't made her move so we left.
I rolled in at 1:45 am and crashed! Toy parties and frustrating lack of man approaches wear me out!
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Sponge Worthy?
KDP and I were in Target the other night. And while perusing each and every aisle to trigger our minds of what we need and forgot to get, I turned to my right and saw it. Some little box with a cartoon picture of a woman on it and the label Today Sponge. I thought they were off the market? I have never seen this before, anywhere, let alone in Target.
I wanted to take a picture with my phone of the box and send it to Crak but didn't because there were people in the aisle. KDP was going to try but I am not sure if she did it or not.
I don't really get..............it looked (from what I remember) more like a box that would interest kids ages 5-12 rather than a product for women. Who are they trying to target with that anyway? I'm not sure if I am comfortable with Target carrying such a product right there on the second shelf from the bottom. I have to mull this over a bit.
I wanted to take a picture with my phone of the box and send it to Crak but didn't because there were people in the aisle. KDP was going to try but I am not sure if she did it or not.
I don't really get..............it looked (from what I remember) more like a box that would interest kids ages 5-12 rather than a product for women. Who are they trying to target with that anyway? I'm not sure if I am comfortable with Target carrying such a product right there on the second shelf from the bottom. I have to mull this over a bit.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Happy Belated to Dad
With my dad's birthday being exactly one week before Christmas, it can sometimes be hard to go out to dinner and celebrate. And, usually, that week between his birthday and the holiday, he has at least six or seven parties to attend out......meaning he is so sick of restaurant food and we wait until after the New Year to go out and celebrate.
Last night was the night. The four of us headed over to the West End Cafe. A pretty little place, quite cozy, tucked in the back of a shopping center on Glen Cove Road. I've seen the sign many times but never went in. He was given a gift certificate there and said we should use that to pay the bill.
We looked at the menu and found that dinners began at $19 and appetizers were all in the $9-10 range. And yet, since it was still early (6pm reservations) we got the twilight menu. It was $27.95 for an appetizer, entree, and dessert. And almost everything on the menu is on this one, too. Sweet! I got the jumbo shrimp and crab meat lump cake with mango and pineapple salsa, an organic chicken with garlic potatoes, white turnips, onions and carrots, and the white chocolate mousse tower for dessert. Needless to say, I brought home half of the chicken just so I could manage to fit in the dessert since I didn't think a tower of mousse would travel or keep well.
Everything was delicious! My whole family raved about the meals. Not one flavor was disappointing. My only regret is that they have an interesting list of martinis (all $9-10) that I was hoping to try, but I am so tired lately that if I had one I would have landed in those yummy potatoes.
I want the girls to do a night out for dinner where we can sit, eat, indulge, chat, and enjoy. This would be a place that I'd like to go. I rarely recommend places to anyone but this is at the top of the list!
Last night was the night. The four of us headed over to the West End Cafe. A pretty little place, quite cozy, tucked in the back of a shopping center on Glen Cove Road. I've seen the sign many times but never went in. He was given a gift certificate there and said we should use that to pay the bill.
We looked at the menu and found that dinners began at $19 and appetizers were all in the $9-10 range. And yet, since it was still early (6pm reservations) we got the twilight menu. It was $27.95 for an appetizer, entree, and dessert. And almost everything on the menu is on this one, too. Sweet! I got the jumbo shrimp and crab meat lump cake with mango and pineapple salsa, an organic chicken with garlic potatoes, white turnips, onions and carrots, and the white chocolate mousse tower for dessert. Needless to say, I brought home half of the chicken just so I could manage to fit in the dessert since I didn't think a tower of mousse would travel or keep well.
Everything was delicious! My whole family raved about the meals. Not one flavor was disappointing. My only regret is that they have an interesting list of martinis (all $9-10) that I was hoping to try, but I am so tired lately that if I had one I would have landed in those yummy potatoes.
I want the girls to do a night out for dinner where we can sit, eat, indulge, chat, and enjoy. This would be a place that I'd like to go. I rarely recommend places to anyone but this is at the top of the list!
Lunch Fanatico Style
I met up with Codegirl for lunch today. I have chatted with her a bit over the break but have not been able to meet up with her until now. She is a riot. I love listening to her ramble on about all of her run-ins, mishaps, and just weird encounters. Not to mention her impressions of people we work with.
Just like the day before, we debated over what to order, what would be good, and settled on house chopped salads and grilled chicken. The order came fast and it was sooooooooo good.
We talked and laughed about all of the nonsense that is Briar. She told me about the holdiays, her step daughter, and the dog. We are going to a conference together at the end of February with her sister. And then she mentioned that her sister (who I met and is so nice and so pretty) still talks to AJ (the guy in NJ) and he still asks for me even though we never met & its been a year since she tried to set us up. After her sister met me back in November she said I wouldn't have liked AJ after all and she is so glad we didn't connect. I think both sisters are still on the prowl for a man for me, though. It makes me nervous.
Having overeaten, once again, it was time to go. We knew because our waiter kept looking at our unpaid check sitting on the table. As soon as we paid it, he bolted out of the restaurant with his apron being wanked off over his head. I guess he isn't used to having patrons sit at his tables for two and a half hours. A bit much? Maybe. But when in good company, the time flies.
Just like the day before, we debated over what to order, what would be good, and settled on house chopped salads and grilled chicken. The order came fast and it was sooooooooo good.
We talked and laughed about all of the nonsense that is Briar. She told me about the holdiays, her step daughter, and the dog. We are going to a conference together at the end of February with her sister. And then she mentioned that her sister (who I met and is so nice and so pretty) still talks to AJ (the guy in NJ) and he still asks for me even though we never met & its been a year since she tried to set us up. After her sister met me back in November she said I wouldn't have liked AJ after all and she is so glad we didn't connect. I think both sisters are still on the prowl for a man for me, though. It makes me nervous.
Having overeaten, once again, it was time to go. We knew because our waiter kept looking at our unpaid check sitting on the table. As soon as we paid it, he bolted out of the restaurant with his apron being wanked off over his head. I guess he isn't used to having patrons sit at his tables for two and a half hours. A bit much? Maybe. But when in good company, the time flies.
It's Christmas In January
Crak and I have hung out this holiday season. Just not one-on-one. Which meant we did not exchange gifts until Monday. That's fine, but weird since we did see a lot of eachother in December.
We met at CPK and began to debate just what to get for lunch. There are always 12 things on their menu between which I can never decide what to get. We agreed to order first and open presents after. I got a delicious chicken corn chowder and waldorf salad. Easy enough. And so filling.
We opened gifts. I gave her ornaments from Hawaii, chocolate, and a keychain that is a digital frame that will hold 62 pictures. I had loaded it ahead of time so that it was not this empty thing in a box. Ah, such fun memories of 2007.
She gave me a notepad with the Eiffel Tower on it, an insulated bag (which will be so handy with work) and two cool tags: one of the Eiffel Tower and another of Vegas. Very kitchy and so me. I loved them.
The food came rather fast and we ate. And ate. And ate. And talked. And laughed. A lot. We caught up on what's been happening in the boy department...me nothing...her some action. Lucky!
We talked about our trip for the year. Goin' to TN baby! That's right. Road trippin' for us this year since neither of us may have a job come September. I say she will. Myself, I am not too sure about.
We talked about schedules and how we are, once again, opposite. It has been that way forever. And yet we still manage to have a life. Go figure.
Two hours later..........and a very slow server who apparently did not want us to pay our bill, we left. I was so tired from eating so much and laughing nonstop. That's an afternoon for us, though. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. And always a good time.
We met at CPK and began to debate just what to get for lunch. There are always 12 things on their menu between which I can never decide what to get. We agreed to order first and open presents after. I got a delicious chicken corn chowder and waldorf salad. Easy enough. And so filling.
We opened gifts. I gave her ornaments from Hawaii, chocolate, and a keychain that is a digital frame that will hold 62 pictures. I had loaded it ahead of time so that it was not this empty thing in a box. Ah, such fun memories of 2007.
She gave me a notepad with the Eiffel Tower on it, an insulated bag (which will be so handy with work) and two cool tags: one of the Eiffel Tower and another of Vegas. Very kitchy and so me. I loved them.
The food came rather fast and we ate. And ate. And ate. And talked. And laughed. A lot. We caught up on what's been happening in the boy department...me nothing...her some action. Lucky!
We talked about our trip for the year. Goin' to TN baby! That's right. Road trippin' for us this year since neither of us may have a job come September. I say she will. Myself, I am not too sure about.
We talked about schedules and how we are, once again, opposite. It has been that way forever. And yet we still manage to have a life. Go figure.
Two hours later..........and a very slow server who apparently did not want us to pay our bill, we left. I was so tired from eating so much and laughing nonstop. That's an afternoon for us, though. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. And always a good time.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Something to Ponder? Or Another Excuse?
KDP, Crak, Blonde, and I found ourselves back at Honu last night. When KDP got into my car, she asked me why we were going there on a Saturday. She refreshed my memory that Saturydas aren't good in Huntington. It's filled with old people, couples, or old couples groping eachother. ew.
But, it had been awhile and Blonde had sent an email saying she had the urge to go. So, we went.
We met at Honu and found couples. Old couples. Public displays of affection couples. And not in the sweet way. We hung around there for a bit and then decided the place was a bust and went over to Meehans...............to see if the crowd was any better & to check out CherryMan.
It wasn't crowded there either. Hmmm....where are all of the signle, trendy people on Saturdays? They have eluded us yet again.
Anyway, I digress. We stood around......talked.........got free shots a-la-Cherryman & his flair. Then, some guy squeezes in behind me and orders drinks. With that, he (to quote him) infiltrates the group. Vic and his friend, Bear, began chatting us up. They were both very nice and interesting. Vic, who I thought took a liking to KDP, said it's really hard to go into a group of four attractive women. He pointed out that he had walked past us 'like 8 times' and we had not noticed him. KDP & Crak did and I guess weren't intrigued enough to trip him or something. He was nice. His friend, Bear (given the nickname by some woman who bummed a cigarette off of him) was quite attractive! He kept pointing out how he was short, though, as htis would bother us or something. With Blonde the tallest at like 5'4'' along with KDP, I don't see how his being 5'5'' was a big deal. Bear & Blonde chatted a bit.
Then he disappeared & came back and began talking with me. He asked me if I like baseball and then said "Please say youa re a Mets fan so I can ask you for your number".
?
I siad I was only for the fact that when the Yankees are paying to one team what ten other teams in the leauge pay out combined, it really isn't a fair game any longer and there should never be a question about them making it to the World Series.....it should be a given. And then there was a bit of confusion......Cherryman gave us eacha rose from some guy who came in to the bar selling them. So, I said to KDP at what was now 1:30am "Let's go". If Bear couldn't make his move then I was not waiting. Besides, he had gotten other women's numbers earlier on from another bar. How do I know? Those same women followed them from Bar 1 to our location.
KDP started off the drive home with "Do you think Vic was right about not being able to come up to our group?" I had been mulling it over, too, but there have been so many times that we've gone out and stood ina row, in a wide circle, in a tight circle, had two of us walk away, yadda yadda yadda, and nothing has ever come of it. We are always standing there laughing, making eye contact, and having a good time. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't want to come up to our group?
KDP and I got back to my house after 2am.........I called Crak to find out if Blonde had given her number to Bear and she had. Crak gave her's to Vic. KDP and I were salvaging light up reindeer from someone's curb. That's right. Someone a block away had put out two of those white light up reindeer and I couldn't see them being thrown out. So we had to do this drive by and pick up thing to get them home to my house. The whole thing was quite comical. Not to mention taht I put them in the backyard and my father found them the next day and wondered why (or how) his two had run from the front to the back.
So, the first weekend of '08 was fun and amusing. If this keeps up, the dating slogan just may live up to what I hope.
But, it had been awhile and Blonde had sent an email saying she had the urge to go. So, we went.
We met at Honu and found couples. Old couples. Public displays of affection couples. And not in the sweet way. We hung around there for a bit and then decided the place was a bust and went over to Meehans...............to see if the crowd was any better & to check out CherryMan.
It wasn't crowded there either. Hmmm....where are all of the signle, trendy people on Saturdays? They have eluded us yet again.
Anyway, I digress. We stood around......talked.........got free shots a-la-Cherryman & his flair. Then, some guy squeezes in behind me and orders drinks. With that, he (to quote him) infiltrates the group. Vic and his friend, Bear, began chatting us up. They were both very nice and interesting. Vic, who I thought took a liking to KDP, said it's really hard to go into a group of four attractive women. He pointed out that he had walked past us 'like 8 times' and we had not noticed him. KDP & Crak did and I guess weren't intrigued enough to trip him or something. He was nice. His friend, Bear (given the nickname by some woman who bummed a cigarette off of him) was quite attractive! He kept pointing out how he was short, though, as htis would bother us or something. With Blonde the tallest at like 5'4'' along with KDP, I don't see how his being 5'5'' was a big deal. Bear & Blonde chatted a bit.
Then he disappeared & came back and began talking with me. He asked me if I like baseball and then said "Please say youa re a Mets fan so I can ask you for your number".
?
I siad I was only for the fact that when the Yankees are paying to one team what ten other teams in the leauge pay out combined, it really isn't a fair game any longer and there should never be a question about them making it to the World Series.....it should be a given. And then there was a bit of confusion......Cherryman gave us eacha rose from some guy who came in to the bar selling them. So, I said to KDP at what was now 1:30am "Let's go". If Bear couldn't make his move then I was not waiting. Besides, he had gotten other women's numbers earlier on from another bar. How do I know? Those same women followed them from Bar 1 to our location.
KDP started off the drive home with "Do you think Vic was right about not being able to come up to our group?" I had been mulling it over, too, but there have been so many times that we've gone out and stood ina row, in a wide circle, in a tight circle, had two of us walk away, yadda yadda yadda, and nothing has ever come of it. We are always standing there laughing, making eye contact, and having a good time. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't want to come up to our group?
KDP and I got back to my house after 2am.........I called Crak to find out if Blonde had given her number to Bear and she had. Crak gave her's to Vic. KDP and I were salvaging light up reindeer from someone's curb. That's right. Someone a block away had put out two of those white light up reindeer and I couldn't see them being thrown out. So we had to do this drive by and pick up thing to get them home to my house. The whole thing was quite comical. Not to mention taht I put them in the backyard and my father found them the next day and wondered why (or how) his two had run from the front to the back.
So, the first weekend of '08 was fun and amusing. If this keeps up, the dating slogan just may live up to what I hope.
Surprise! I'm Not 22!
I went to a surprise party for my neighbor's milestone number in the afternoon. I got to see Love Thy Neighbor.....who drove home from Elmira that morning and went straight to the restaurant to set up for the event for her mom.
I got to see so many of the relatives (from their family) that I have not seen in ages! And I got to meet people that I have only heard about over the years but never come to an event. As I spoke to each one, they'd ask "So you went to school with LTN, right?" Or "So did you find a job yet? I understand LTN just got her's a month ago!" And then I'd correct them and say "I'm her neighbor. I didn't go to school with her. And, yes, I have a job". To which they'd reply, "So where did you go to school, dear?"
And then I'd say "I'm a decade older than LTN" and their faces would drop. I loved it! I pointed out to her that this was either really really good for me or absolutely horrendous for her. We agreed to go with good for me.
I do not look remotely 22........chalk it up to great lighting? I don't know. But I wish this feeling of sensationalism lasted longer than it did.
I got to see so many of the relatives (from their family) that I have not seen in ages! And I got to meet people that I have only heard about over the years but never come to an event. As I spoke to each one, they'd ask "So you went to school with LTN, right?" Or "So did you find a job yet? I understand LTN just got her's a month ago!" And then I'd correct them and say "I'm her neighbor. I didn't go to school with her. And, yes, I have a job". To which they'd reply, "So where did you go to school, dear?"
And then I'd say "I'm a decade older than LTN" and their faces would drop. I loved it! I pointed out to her that this was either really really good for me or absolutely horrendous for her. We agreed to go with good for me.
I do not look remotely 22........chalk it up to great lighting? I don't know. But I wish this feeling of sensationalism lasted longer than it did.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Totally Enchanted!
I saw 'Enchanted' last night & loved it! I mean loved loved loved it. I laughed so much. Giselle is the girl I want to be this year. The kind of girl who falls in love with a guy because her heart 'sings' to his. The kind of girl who has a guy 'sing' to her to let her know how he feels. The girl who gets swept up in the moment all because of a reckless, 'fairy tale' love feeling.
I love that girl.
What girl am I? Realist girl. Self-sufficient girl. The 'let's see if this pans out before I even think of considering it real' girl. The 'let him fall for me before I admit anything' girl. Yeah, I know. I have to work on being 'lovey dovey' girl.........'fall head over heels (as long as they are manolos)' girl.
Disney has done it again. I am a BIG fan (total understatement) and know the movies by heart. This incorporated so many of their older films into one. And they used things -- names, people references, homes, theories -- from those films to make this one come alive. There's a tiny house in the woods, animals that help tidy up with a song, poisoned apples, a glass slipper, the stroke of midnight, a dragon, a kiss to wake the 'mostly dead', an evil step-mother, a ball...........oh the list goes on and on. And on.
This movie will be on my "MUST BUY" list so that it is on repeat in my dvd player as soon as it hits shelves. Maybe I will learn a thing or two while it is on repeat so I can be 'head over heels' girl.
I love that girl.
What girl am I? Realist girl. Self-sufficient girl. The 'let's see if this pans out before I even think of considering it real' girl. The 'let him fall for me before I admit anything' girl. Yeah, I know. I have to work on being 'lovey dovey' girl.........'fall head over heels (as long as they are manolos)' girl.
Disney has done it again. I am a BIG fan (total understatement) and know the movies by heart. This incorporated so many of their older films into one. And they used things -- names, people references, homes, theories -- from those films to make this one come alive. There's a tiny house in the woods, animals that help tidy up with a song, poisoned apples, a glass slipper, the stroke of midnight, a dragon, a kiss to wake the 'mostly dead', an evil step-mother, a ball...........oh the list goes on and on. And on.
This movie will be on my "MUST BUY" list so that it is on repeat in my dvd player as soon as it hits shelves. Maybe I will learn a thing or two while it is on repeat so I can be 'head over heels' girl.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Out With The Old, In With The _____
I don't know how to finish that since it is so cliche and I have done the cliches so much for the new year.
Today I got rid of any and every number of a guy I was either interested in or had gone on a date with. It's a new year. A new start. Well.....I haven't started anything yet. But I tried. I had been receiving texts from a guy for the last two weeks. As of yesterday, it stopped. We always began regular & it always turned flirty. Yet, when I'd make some move, such as 'hey come hang out friday', the texting would stop.
I take it I am only good for a texting turn-on. Not much else.
So, his number is out. Why text me and flirt with me if you don't really want to go out.....make out......anything? It just doesn't make sense.
I'll spend January going out with the ladies to see if anything happens. If not, I am afraid that I may be tempted to sign up for my unmatch deal again. Oh the horror!
Today I got rid of any and every number of a guy I was either interested in or had gone on a date with. It's a new year. A new start. Well.....I haven't started anything yet. But I tried. I had been receiving texts from a guy for the last two weeks. As of yesterday, it stopped. We always began regular & it always turned flirty. Yet, when I'd make some move, such as 'hey come hang out friday', the texting would stop.
I take it I am only good for a texting turn-on. Not much else.
So, his number is out. Why text me and flirt with me if you don't really want to go out.....make out......anything? It just doesn't make sense.
I'll spend January going out with the ladies to see if anything happens. If not, I am afraid that I may be tempted to sign up for my unmatch deal again. Oh the horror!
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Ring A Ding Ding!
Here's to the start of the new year: 2008 is the Year of the Date. I will be trying my darndest to find dates anywhere and everywhere. I'll keep my standards, but I am going to be even more proactive than before. If that is possible.
I rang in the new year in one of the better ways I can think to: with four friends. Blonde Bombshell had over Crak, KDP, Fred, and me. We ate. And drank. And did shots out of a candy glass. And drank some more. And played games.....I watched them dance in the wide open viewing window.......and played Wii. So much fun.
Blonde's house is adorable. She is also a good hostess.
I was thinking about going in one day (through her doogie door) and then claiming squatter's rights. We'll see how well that goes.
This year is going to bring lots of change for me. I can't say what it is just yet, but I have a few irons in the fire that I hope take shape. Over the next month, they will be revealed....if all goes well.
Keep your fingers crossed for me and let's hope this year is even better than the last!
I rang in the new year in one of the better ways I can think to: with four friends. Blonde Bombshell had over Crak, KDP, Fred, and me. We ate. And drank. And did shots out of a candy glass. And drank some more. And played games.....I watched them dance in the wide open viewing window.......and played Wii. So much fun.
Blonde's house is adorable. She is also a good hostess.
I was thinking about going in one day (through her doogie door) and then claiming squatter's rights. We'll see how well that goes.
This year is going to bring lots of change for me. I can't say what it is just yet, but I have a few irons in the fire that I hope take shape. Over the next month, they will be revealed....if all goes well.
Keep your fingers crossed for me and let's hope this year is even better than the last!
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