100 THINGS
Some of these things I learned just last night while others I learned over the course of the entire year. I’ll leave it up to you to decipher which ones I learned when.
1. If I’m going to dance in heels, I should wear heels at least sometimes at other times. Otherwise my back will hurt.
2. I get dehydrated if I don’t drink enough water. I should drink more water. Especially if I’m going to drink this much wine.
3. People with poor self-images tend to bring everyone around them down. Those people want everyone to come to the pity party and I don’t want to go.
4. I love to dance even though I’m not as good as I used to be.
5. At some point, probably about seven years or so ago, I lost all interest in fashion.
6. The people I’ve known the longest are still, and will always be, my safest harbor. But I am lucky that I still meet new friends who feel like old friends.
7. My parents are among the most patient, kind-hearted and selfless people around. Period.
8. The Secret really does work.
CommentMy fingers are shaking, shaking, shaking…
I just clicked the final click for an entirely new camera system setup.
I am starting over, from the beginning, and it is going to be awesome!
After I puke, of course.
Comment [1]My head hurts. My back hurts. And my feet hurt.
I have been working like a dog for the past week(s) and this day literally could not have come soon enough. Yesterday, silly boys asked me if we really were out of mixing bowls and immersion blenders and what now were they going to give their girlfriends for x-mas. The day before grumpy husbands asked to use my cell phone to call their wives to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. And the day before that all sorts of smelly people blamed me for being out of mulled cider and peppermint bark.
Oh, holy peppermint bark.
The unfanciful layers of semi-sweet and white chocolate topped with crushed candy canes. Its 6-week availability and corresponding sales quite possibly keep a certain kitchen store afloat the rest of the year. It sells out every single year. It is high drama.
After work, my boss and I had a quick shot of vodka before carpooling to Tacoma. We tried to convince our driver to allow us to continue drinking in the car since we were the passengers. Apparently you can only drink as a passenger if the driver is driving an RV. Stupid.
At my parents’ I hopped in the shower to wash off the day and then went over to visit Catharine and Rachel. I grew up with them and they are as sisterly to me as any sisters possibly could be…here’s proof: as I walked in the door Rachel handed me a glass of holidays (read: “vodka,” thank you very much) on ice and Catharine said “just sleep here tonight.”
Later I went with my mom to my dad’s family and sat on the sofa desperately trying not to fall asleep mid-conversation. I am t-i-r-e-d.
Anyway, this morning I slept until 10am. The first words my mother said to me were not Merry Christmas. Instead they were “I got out of bed this morning and stepped right in puke…I don’t think the cats are happy you’re here.”
I ate two hard-boiled eggs and went back to sleep until afternoon. When I woke again, it was snowing!
A White Christmas. Go figure.
We just got home from hanging out at Starbucks, where the baristas were very pleasant by the way. We sipped our green-tea lattes and gossiped about the rest of the family. We were going to see “The Kite Runner” but it is only playing at one theater here in Tacoma and I’m pretty sure the whole city is there, right now, wondering if the snow, or any of this, will stick.
CommentLast night I finally saw my favorite band of 2007 at the Showbox, just under the wire: Yeasayer
They are awesome, awesome, awesome. I’ve told a few people that 2080 (click on 2080, duh) restores my faith in humanity. Hyperbole? Judge for yourself. And Sunrise is a very, very close runner-up for humanitarian effort of the year.
It has been an unbelievably long time since I’ve wanted to stand all the way up front for any band, ready to jump onstage at the slightest encouragement. Hillary and I jumped up and down, twirled around, made up lyrics for the parts we didn’t know and shook our asses until 2.00 am.
Somebody help me please.
CommentLast year, my new favorite band was Band of Horses
This year, it’s Yeasayer
Next year, the frontrunner (already) is Bon Iver
Let me know what you think.
Comment [2]Next month, I’m going to start taking pictures for myself again.
That is all.
Comment [1]This morning I went and did some photography work. That went swimmingly well. Drove back to West Seattle, picked up my dry-cleaning, parked, walked to Cupcake Royale for some coffee, crossed the street to chat with Erin and then realized I needed to get going because I had to drive home, get something to eat and catch the bus downtown to work that other job.
I returned to my car and found my passenger-side window completely shattered. I thought for a moment I had finally pissed off the wrong person and they’d taken a baseball bat to my window just to tell me about it.
A woman was on the phone standing nervously next to my car.
“Uh…that’s my car,” I said. She blinked hard at me. “What happened to my car?” I asked. She held up a finger (no, not that one) and asked me to talk to her boss. Sounded ominous.
I asked her again, before taking the phone, “What happened to my car?” She explained that she was with Seattle Parks & Rec. and that they’d been cleaning up the Christmas tree lot (a little early, I thought), that a weed eater grabbed hold of a rock and threw it directly into my passenger window.
“Wow…bullseye!” I said. “But you’re going to pay for it, right?”
She nodded yes and handed me the phone.
When I finished, she helped me put a plastic garbage sack in the door (because it was raining) and brushed out the chards of glass from the seat. I then told her I couldn’t stand around all afternoon having fun…I had to go to work.
As I drove off, she hollered after me “Thank you for not punching me!” The high pitched buzz that came from the wind tunnel created by the plastic bag cracked me up. My hooptie. I felt my street cred getting better by the second.
Comment [1]Go see “Michael Clayton.”
I haven’t seen a film in a theater in at least a year. I don’t think. I can’t remember. It’s been a very long time. Going to the movies is expensive.
This was good. And I want to marry George Clooney. He’s cute.
Soon I will see “Into the wild.” I will see it with Aaron, who I think is kind of like that guy in the book (except for the whole dying of starvation thing) but who, after seeing the film posters, doesn’t look a thing like the guy cast as the guy in the book.
CommentI’m glad I took the bus today.
I also believe in “The Secret.” I truly do. Laugh if you want.
I am indomitably convinced (and not just because of today) that it is important not to overthink things. At least not too much.
Now…if you could sing me a song, which song would it be?
Comment [2]Some other stuff I’ve been busy with:
We’re just breathing life back into this project again. I fly solo this afternoon. Sean will be on sometime this month. Next month we’re kicking it into high gear. My head is spinning.
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