Archive | October, 2008

You Probably Think this Song is About You.

22 Oct

And it is.

I’m on the precipice of entering a new decade. Can you believe it? An entirely new decade. It’s a bit unreal. When I was a kid, my father bought me a dictionary. Best thing ever. I spent days and days reading the thing, looking up words and reveling in their origin…it was a pretty giddy time (I sincerely believe that, perhaps indirectly, the parents nurtured my journey and love of writing. I’m very thankful, even though the work has been few and far between these days). Anyway, I remember seeing the word decade. “Deca means 10,” I said to myself. “I’m 10. I’m a decade! I’m a decade years old!” I ran up to anyone that would listen, of course, excitedly informing them that I was a decade. It was such a fun, good feeling, mostly because it made me feel older and, I don’t know, important, even though I was a just a kid.

Well, a new decade looms. I look forward to it.

In other news, the high for today will be in the mid-50s. Sweet autumn. I’m wearing boots today. Woo hoo!

Time for the ipod. More later, I think.

Pithy.

14 Oct

It’s 100 degrees today. No, seriously, it’s fall, right? But it’ll be 85 degrees in my area today. 85. 85.

I’m restless.

I’m annoyed (what’s new?)

I got to take a nice walk this morning. Got the old ticker going, so that’s a plus.

I want new shoes.

My hair is a mess. It’s unruly and it’s insane. It may have a mind of its own. I’m cutting it off.

Sigh.

Seriously, every Monday should be Manic.

13 Oct

I just thoroughly dislike Mondays. I do. There’s nothing redeeming about Mondays. Everything is weird and your neck hurts (because you slept on rollers, but whatever) and you’re disoriented and you miss the weekend and…Mondays are disdainful. We need Mondays, yes; everything needs a beginning, but must the beginning be so blah and blecch? Sheesh. Of course, I’m only adding to the negativity of this day by being so negative, so I’m leavin’ it alone. I love you, Tuesday.

On a brighter note, I saw the loveliest, little movie this past weekend. Entitled Bella, it was just spare and simple and so moving. I enjoyed it immensely. It even inspired me (far and few between these days), got me excited, made me want to sit down and write something. It was excellent.

Why is the world filled with nuisances? Why do nuisances come in the form of human beings and not mosquitoes, which is how it should be? I ask because I am currently annoyed by a nuisance here at the office, and I cannot stand it. (Gender removed purposely).

100. 100. 100. 100.

9 Oct

Looks like we made it. 100 posts. This was the impossible dream, my quixotic journey, and here we are. 100 thoughts/silly words/opinions/bullets. I’d like to thank Steven Spielberg and my mother.

It’s Thurstinkday. Woo hoo!

More later, of course.

Wed-nuts-day.

8 Oct

The middle of the week is so oppressive (and I’m so melodramatic). But it is, isn’t it? It’s the carrot to my rabbit and I happen to be both inches and miles away. I kind of enjoy that feeling; knowing that the end of the week is a-comin’, but I detest the other feeling, which the is knowledge and understanding that it’s not here quite yet. The bottom line is that I just enjoy the weekends. Time to engage in life, activity, friends. Perhaps my dream of international living needs to come sooner rather than later. Vacationing is such an event for the Europeans. I’d like to believe that I would thrive under such circumstances.

A cool, crisp breeze permeates the atmosphere here in Somewheres, VA. It’s autumnal and it’s delightful. The thin-blooded complain about it being “cold,” but I adore it. I’m even wearing stockings voluntarily, and with pleasure! I kind of missed those horrible things (nothing against the male gender, but I sincerely believe that some guy invented them) during the summertime. But, now, it’s nice to pull them on and pray that they don’t run or roll down to my ankles in public. Welcome back, Fall. We missed you.

Rant-errific!

7 Oct

Time for my rants. Here come the bullets.

  • Heroes. I was initially intrigued about a television show dealing with superheroes, having been a rabid Superman girl since my mom bought us the comic books when we were kids (thanks, Mom). So, I decided to see what the hype was about. A number of long, drawn out, head-scratching eps later, I was done. Sorry. Where were the heroes? There were lots of close-ups where people looked to the sky before the commercial break, sure. But actual heroes? Didn’t see any. Won’t be going back to that one.
  • Cloris Leachman. Before the rant, I have to say that I LOVE Cloris Leachman. I heart her, I lurve her, the whole shebang. When Cloris replaced Mrs. Garret on “The Facts of Life,” I was like wha? WHERE’S MRS. GARRETT? But, in the end, me and Beverly Anne Stickle were pals for life. So, when I heard that Ms. Cloris would be competing on “Dancing with the Stars” I was thrilled. Who cares about her age? All of that said, Cloris must go. Now. She must be removed from the show. Now. America, we get it. You love toying with us. Quit it. Seriously. She can’t dance.
  • Revivals. By this, I mean shows like “90210” and “Knight Rider.” Enough. Let the past remain the past. Please. Of course, I refuse to watch these revivals, but it would be nice to know that they’re not taking up programming space.
  • The dentist. I have to go in for a procedure today, so this is my way of complaining.

That’s all, folks. On a happy note, autumn is here, and it feels great. I need boots.

Absolutely Amazing

7 Oct

http://youtube.com/v/Lr1Kxdj9Hr8

I’ve mentioned this guy Ray before and how incredible he is…and I’m mentioning it again. I could listen to this thing all day. I think I have been, actually.

Kitten Heels and Other Marvels

6 Oct

Whoever came up with Kitten Heels? Deserves a Nobel Prize. They are ingenious. I can wear nice, pretty shoes and not inwardly groan from the pain of 5/6 inches. I can be dressed up and dressed down all at the same time. I can wear them with jeans! Jeans! Why all the excitement, my three readers (me, myself and I) wonder? Why is she just discovering heels that have been around longer than the past month?

Because I’m a recovering slob. I’ve been a slob since I learned, early on, that chubby girls with round faces aren’t considered cute by a roomful of pretty girls with non-chubby faces. I’ve been a slob since I learned that chubby girls with round faces aren’t in the pages of Vogue magazine. I’ve been a slob since I learned that when chubby little bodies only get chubbier as time passes by and hamburgers get bigger, the best way to feel good about yourself is to wear a sweatshirt. And huge pants. And throw on a jacket. And put on some sneaks. And blend in.

This Age of Slob went on for a while. I liked feeling comfortable (I wasn’t really comfortable, but that’s for the therapist, right?) and comfort clearly meant sloppiness to me. Those times of dressing up were kinda nice, but they didn’t last long, not in the least. Dressing up meant special occasions; not for everyday living, when being a slob felt so much better.

Late Bloomer, obviously. Long story short: as time passed by, I was helped to see that looking nice and presentable was more for ME than others. It’s still a process and it will always be (chubby girls don’t go very far), but it’s nice to wear a skirt and a top and Kitten Heels and feel pretty good. So, yeah, rock on, Kittens.

What else? It’s Mon(ugh)day. But fall is here. And it feels like fall!

I Know This Much is True…

3 Oct

I know that, last night, the 11-year old Girley inside of me thought she would collapse from sheer, pure joy.

I know that memories flooded back from the past–watching the five guys sing and dance in my living room and wanting to be one of the those crazed Girls in the live audience; refusing to allow my Sis to acknowledge her favorite New Kid while I loudly acknowledged mine (Jordan Knight 4-eva) and how cool he was.

I know that when the lights turned off and the stage works began, I truly understood why all those Girls fainted when Michael moonwalked, or screamed their heads off when McCartney smiled, or currently go nuts when Jonas 1, 2 or 3 do whatever it is they do. I got it. I felt it. I went nuts.

I know that, out of all the concerts and all of the shows, this one kind of meant something. It was a trip back to the past, which made it all the more thrilling. Because, most of the time, you can’t do that, can you?

I know that the place was filled with a million girls who felt the same way we did.

I know that next week, I will have likely forgotten this concert (well, no, unlikely), but the memories really aren’t going anywhere.

So here’s to nostalgia. Yummy.

New Kids on the Block Had a Bunch of Hits…

2 Oct

It’s tonight!

(And NKOTB actually had a song entitled, coincidentally, “Tonight.” Woo hoo!)

I’m seeing those guys tonight. An adolescent dream manifesting itself? It’s insane! My antics may make it on camera, with how loud and screechy I intend to get, but whatever. Way too excited to be concerned about all those things.

My goals for this evening:

  • I will be hoarse by the end of the show. I want that scratchy, Scarlett Johansson, Lauren Bacall voice thing.
  • I will sing as loud as possible.
  • I won’t hide when I (inevitably) see Girleys I went to elementary school with, because NKOTB should bring people together. When they think they recognize me, I will not keep walking as if I didn’t notice. I will say yes, it’s me, and I still adore Jordan Knight.
  • My friend and I will have loads of fun.
  • I will wear comfortable shoes.
  • I will have our tickets. (Yikes. That one should be on top?)

Tonight. Tonight!

BJ & FE SCOTT

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