...in no particular order...
1) chips & salsa
2) blue cheese
3) green walls
4) rain
5) high heels
6) america's next top model
7) pizza
8) school
9) learning
10) burgundy
11) maribou
12) candles
13) my warm bankie on a cold night
14) jack daniels
15) A&E and Discovery channels
16) hot showers
17) forest preserves
18) www.perezhilton.com
19) silver cars
20) silver jewelry
21) wooden tables
22) diet pop
23) brown eyeshadow
24) stars
25) lipgloss
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
the job offer
so i got a job offer this past thursday. they offered me $100,000 + 4 weeks vacation. awesome, huh? one problem: i LOVE my company now. i love the people. i love what they stand for-- learning. excellence. achievement. teamwork. there is only one dumbass in the lot of 30 & i dont have to talk to him often...hmmm
what to do?? i guess i have to weight my options, but...honestly, money isnt everything.
what to do?? i guess i have to weight my options, but...honestly, money isnt everything.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
scary movie
sometimes i like a good scary movie. now i dont go crazy with it. forget some of those creepy-weirdo movies..."saw 1-4", "Hostile", "texas chainsaw"...NO THANKS. and FORGET the old "e*orcist" movies (note: i wont even type the whole word in my blog.) i snuck into my living room at 8 and watched parts of that movie against my mother's strict orders. i think i was 19 before i could walk into a pitch black bedroom alone thanks to those few scenes i snuck behind my mother's back.
on the other hand, movies with 'twists' like "The 6th Sense" i LOVE. fast forward to this past weekend. i saw "The Orphanage", or "El Orfanato", as it is in spanish w/subtitles. great movie. cool ending. sad ending. but very engaging story. id see it again. granted it has the "ghost factor" up the wazzoo, but the resolution is all human. and you look back and think "wow-- that really SUCKED to be her!" and except for one short scene of true gore, no one was tortured. no one was maimed. no one decapitated. just good movie making.
on the other hand, movies with 'twists' like "The 6th Sense" i LOVE. fast forward to this past weekend. i saw "The Orphanage", or "El Orfanato", as it is in spanish w/subtitles. great movie. cool ending. sad ending. but very engaging story. id see it again. granted it has the "ghost factor" up the wazzoo, but the resolution is all human. and you look back and think "wow-- that really SUCKED to be her!" and except for one short scene of true gore, no one was tortured. no one was maimed. no one decapitated. just good movie making.
the review
so i had my 6 month review at the company i work for last friday. it was interesting. i was told i have "a nice personality" and that made me laugh. i of course interjected with "and i like long walks in the park and pina coladas." the reviewer laughed. basically i was told if i "keep on doing the work i do" i can be making jillions of bucks w/profit sharing, bonuses, tuition reimbursement and salary. hmmm.
it was good to hear but i cant help but think i still want to do my own thing and make jillions of bucks on my own. i could work there for a while. i love the people. i love the atmosphere. i love the culture. but some how it seems like a cop-out.
i guess the answer is what it always has been: if i outgrow it, i move on.
it was good to hear but i cant help but think i still want to do my own thing and make jillions of bucks on my own. i could work there for a while. i love the people. i love the atmosphere. i love the culture. but some how it seems like a cop-out.
i guess the answer is what it always has been: if i outgrow it, i move on.
Monday, January 21, 2008
clients
clients. clients. clients. omg. as a life-coach extrordinaire i have to deal with my worst nightmare: people. i think its for my own good really. if given a choice id LOVE to move to some remote mountain and have dogs. lots of dogs. nothing else. id have high-speed to communicate w/friends and cable and that's it. id go down into town for food once a month, and maybe to see a movie now and then.
dogs are sooo easy. they are logical. they want food, water, love and a place to poop. that's it. you give them that and they love you. they just make sense.
i wish i could say the same for clients.
dogs are sooo easy. they are logical. they want food, water, love and a place to poop. that's it. you give them that and they love you. they just make sense.
i wish i could say the same for clients.
Friday, January 18, 2008
aaahhh. friday night at home. (does that make me sound old?)
last friday i was talked into going out with a few work friends to North Beach on butterfield road in lombard IL. not bad. its got a volleyball court w/sand on the right and a bowling alley on the left. two bars in the middle and a stage in back. one work-friend C got drunk out of her mind and then proceeded to tell me "i want to dance!" so...as a good friend, what did i do? i started picking hot guys and saying "where can we go to dance?" sure enough, two guys said "come with us! we're going to jeremy's party!" well-- they looked harmless, i wasnt drunk and had my own car, so...fast forward. so im crawling under a chain-link fence (jeremy lived just next to lewis university where we parked and the fence that's normally wide open during the week, was locked for the weekend), pulling a drunk friend behind me, to go to "jeremy's party." we get to jeremy's house and there's nothing in the living room but an gynocologist's chair, and two sofas positioned on each side. yeah. there are a few people sitting on the sofas waiting for the ever-elusive "jeremy". jeremy never shows. since there is no dancing as was promised, i say to our two guides "look-- drunk-girl wants to dance and im a tired ornery leo. get me some place where we can dance!!" they quickly leave with us (yea---we need to crawl BACK uncer the chain-link fence) and we go to "matthew's house".
ok- so matthew is this uber-trendy guy in leather boots w/a jawline to die for. the house is big enough to store 2 or 3 families. matthew is blond. tall. and um...seems to be..um..."not quite with us." he is welcoming, but seems a bit more animated than is the norm for a young suburban gentleman. whatever-- the music is blasting and AWESOME. its club. its loud. its a nice change from jeremy's pad. so we get comfortable.
one problem: matthew asks us to take off our shoes and the drunk work friend cant figure out how to get her stiletto boots off. um...so i tell her "ill pull and you guys hold her." so our two companions take each of her arms and i start to take off her boots. she starts laughing and falls over. the guys catch her. i try again. she starts laughing again. (oh lord!! this isnt going to be easy.) so matthew comes rushing to the damsel's aid and kneels down. he motions for her to sit on his lap. work-friend says "NO!!" incredulously. "I am WAY TOO HEAVY!!" um...the girl is MAYBE 130 pounds. so i practically throw her down on matthew's bent knee and rip her boots off.
the guys go get us drinks and one (the one i found out was engaged) starts mingling w/guys, just having an innocent good time. the other one, who im trying to set up with work-friend C and i sit down to talk. his name is nathan.
very nice guy. seems "normal". i start working my "magic" and selling drunk friend to him. he likes her. although she is standing in the kitchen drinking & dancing herself into oblivion. so i find out that her "hopefully soon to be next date" was left at the altar a few months ago by his fiance. ouch. three, count 'em THREE days before the wedding. AND she didnt tell him to his face, she TEXTED him with "i dont think i can go through with this." DEAR LORD!! mind u, his whole family had already flown out to CA, where she was from, and he had to tell them the fiance bailed. ick.
finally around 430am i see matthew come dancing into the kitchen. at this point he's in boxer briefs and seems even MORE wired than before. great. he disappears with one of the 110lb-DD cup brunette attendees. so i venture into the library. OMG...everything from thoreau to c.s.lewis to beowulf to shakespeare lines the walls, from floor to ceiling. that was pretty cool. i dont even like to read, but i could picture myself getting lost in this room. i also notice a personally penned christmas card from the Daley's, mayor of chicago and some pics of Matthew and what i can only assume are his parents on a boat with Mayor Daley himself.
well- after my review of the library its time to go. it IS 5am now guys!!! one problem: we have to get work-friend C's boots back on. crap...mind u, she is now 2x's drunker than she was when i ripped them off. so i get her and throw her down on the couch and start stuffing her feet into the boots. she starts laughing; apparently having some one else push your boots on tickles. so nathan steps in and holds her leg so i can get her boot on. we finally, after a 15 minute struggle, manage to get ONE boot on. it takes another 10 minutes to get to the other one. finally we got her ready. we said bye to our tourguides. nathan exchanged phone numbers with work-friend C.
they went on their first date last night. WOOHOO! seemed to go well.
im so glad to be spending this friday at HOME. no chain-link fence. no suburban boys on crack blasting music in their mommy and daddy's home. no gynocological chairs. dont get me wrong, it was fun. but its good to be home with your dog.
last friday i was talked into going out with a few work friends to North Beach on butterfield road in lombard IL. not bad. its got a volleyball court w/sand on the right and a bowling alley on the left. two bars in the middle and a stage in back. one work-friend C got drunk out of her mind and then proceeded to tell me "i want to dance!" so...as a good friend, what did i do? i started picking hot guys and saying "where can we go to dance?" sure enough, two guys said "come with us! we're going to jeremy's party!" well-- they looked harmless, i wasnt drunk and had my own car, so...fast forward. so im crawling under a chain-link fence (jeremy lived just next to lewis university where we parked and the fence that's normally wide open during the week, was locked for the weekend), pulling a drunk friend behind me, to go to "jeremy's party." we get to jeremy's house and there's nothing in the living room but an gynocologist's chair, and two sofas positioned on each side. yeah. there are a few people sitting on the sofas waiting for the ever-elusive "jeremy". jeremy never shows. since there is no dancing as was promised, i say to our two guides "look-- drunk-girl wants to dance and im a tired ornery leo. get me some place where we can dance!!" they quickly leave with us (yea---we need to crawl BACK uncer the chain-link fence) and we go to "matthew's house".
ok- so matthew is this uber-trendy guy in leather boots w/a jawline to die for. the house is big enough to store 2 or 3 families. matthew is blond. tall. and um...seems to be..um..."not quite with us." he is welcoming, but seems a bit more animated than is the norm for a young suburban gentleman. whatever-- the music is blasting and AWESOME. its club. its loud. its a nice change from jeremy's pad. so we get comfortable.
one problem: matthew asks us to take off our shoes and the drunk work friend cant figure out how to get her stiletto boots off. um...so i tell her "ill pull and you guys hold her." so our two companions take each of her arms and i start to take off her boots. she starts laughing and falls over. the guys catch her. i try again. she starts laughing again. (oh lord!! this isnt going to be easy.) so matthew comes rushing to the damsel's aid and kneels down. he motions for her to sit on his lap. work-friend says "NO!!" incredulously. "I am WAY TOO HEAVY!!" um...the girl is MAYBE 130 pounds. so i practically throw her down on matthew's bent knee and rip her boots off.
the guys go get us drinks and one (the one i found out was engaged) starts mingling w/guys, just having an innocent good time. the other one, who im trying to set up with work-friend C and i sit down to talk. his name is nathan.
very nice guy. seems "normal". i start working my "magic" and selling drunk friend to him. he likes her. although she is standing in the kitchen drinking & dancing herself into oblivion. so i find out that her "hopefully soon to be next date" was left at the altar a few months ago by his fiance. ouch. three, count 'em THREE days before the wedding. AND she didnt tell him to his face, she TEXTED him with "i dont think i can go through with this." DEAR LORD!! mind u, his whole family had already flown out to CA, where she was from, and he had to tell them the fiance bailed. ick.
finally around 430am i see matthew come dancing into the kitchen. at this point he's in boxer briefs and seems even MORE wired than before. great. he disappears with one of the 110lb-DD cup brunette attendees. so i venture into the library. OMG...everything from thoreau to c.s.lewis to beowulf to shakespeare lines the walls, from floor to ceiling. that was pretty cool. i dont even like to read, but i could picture myself getting lost in this room. i also notice a personally penned christmas card from the Daley's, mayor of chicago and some pics of Matthew and what i can only assume are his parents on a boat with Mayor Daley himself.
well- after my review of the library its time to go. it IS 5am now guys!!! one problem: we have to get work-friend C's boots back on. crap...mind u, she is now 2x's drunker than she was when i ripped them off. so i get her and throw her down on the couch and start stuffing her feet into the boots. she starts laughing; apparently having some one else push your boots on tickles. so nathan steps in and holds her leg so i can get her boot on. we finally, after a 15 minute struggle, manage to get ONE boot on. it takes another 10 minutes to get to the other one. finally we got her ready. we said bye to our tourguides. nathan exchanged phone numbers with work-friend C.
they went on their first date last night. WOOHOO! seemed to go well.
im so glad to be spending this friday at HOME. no chain-link fence. no suburban boys on crack blasting music in their mommy and daddy's home. no gynocological chairs. dont get me wrong, it was fun. but its good to be home with your dog.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
look kid! i dont do 'gotta'!
"I dont do 'gotta'." i just heard Krusty the Clown say that to Bart Simpson on tv. i understand that sentiment. i believe bart was trying to talk krusty into helping him get away from side-show bob who, once again, was plotting his untimely demise. "krusty! krusty! you gotta help me! side-show bob is trying to kill me!" to which krusty replies "i dont do 'gotta'". how true.
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