Putting the "Fun" in Disfunctional

Media Update

2008-07-25T21:17:00.000-07:00

This week was light on the reading (still working my way through My Life in France, it's taking me a while for some reason), and heavy on the TV/Movies.

I went to Alamo South 3 times this week! And I only ate fried pickles one of those times! But I ate other bad stuff the other times...

Wall-e
Might be my all-time favorite animated movie. It was unreal. I can't get over the fact that there was no dialogue for about the first 20 minutes, yet so much was said. Seriously, it's amazing.
The Dark Knight
Blkjadl;kjghar' hibafkjgl;kfh;alg. No, seriously. I have no words. Worth the wait. Worth the anxiety attack in the middle. Worth the two Xanax I had to take to calm down in the middle.
Mama Mia
Holy SHIT this movie made me laugh my ass off. Not with it. At it. See La Turista's blog for more info.

At home, I watched Definitely, Maybe with Ryan Reynolds. It was the same person who did Love Actually and About A Boy, so it had a great soundtrack and a good story line. It's not going to win any Oscars, but it was a good movie and Ryan Reynolds is not only hot, but has awesome comic timing and delivery. I've loved him since that Two Guys and a Pizza show.

As for TV, since Sunday afternoon, I have now seen all of Mad Men Season 1. Wowsa. That? Is excellent TV. The sets and costumes are so perfect, so dead on, so just...gorgeous! The sexism is rampant, not to mention the racism. The writing is so perfect you want to cry sometimes. The photography is stunning. By the end of the first episode I was thinking that there was something about it that reminded me of the Sopranos, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Turns out, one of the main writers was a writer for the Sopranos. The new season starts on Sunday night and I can't wait.

In other TV news, I was so thoroughly upset with the casting off of one of my favorite dancers on So You Think You Can Dance that I nearly cried. WTF America??? I truly thought he'd win the whole thing. Notice I'm leaving names off this in case you haven't seen it yet...

On tap for this weekend: finishing My Life in France, attending Mortified with Karla May and Mama Malcontent (I laughed so hard at the last one I almost threw up), and the aforementioned season premiere of Mad Men. I may try to squeeze some Hellboy in there as well.

And with that, your queen of media is outta here.

Hello Dolly!

2008-07-23T17:51:00.000-07:00

Yeah, so I'm sure you've haven't read that once this week, right?

I'm excited for Dolly because I'm hoping it means some good, significant rain. I am not excited about Dolly because she's making me stay home with this one:
Why? Because today I put her in her crate while I went to work due to the impending threat of rain. You see, if she is scared, (and rain, even drizzles 20 miles away, scares her), she will pee. Everywhere. And I have a new couch. And yes, she'd totally pee on it.

So I was to go to a friend's house to watch Project Runway with the girls again this week, and I felt too guilty to go. Because I'd have to put her back in her crate. And I have to put her in her crate while I sleep tonight. And again when I go to work tomorrow (something tells me I'll be working from home after my meeting should it rain all day). It's too much guilt to bear, even though I know she's happier in her crate when it rains.

In conclusion, I have a special needs dog.

This is not new

2008-07-23T12:07:00.000-07:00

I saw this on The Kitchen today and have to say, this is nothing new. We had this when I was younger. The exact same thing. Actually, I think my brother had it, but I'm not sure. Still it's pretty fun and cute for the kids.

2008-07-21T20:14:00.000-07:00

Where I had to pick my mouth up from after just seeing The Dark Night. So it wasn't here exactly, but you get the idea.

buddies

2008-07-20T19:21:00.001-07:00

buddies
Originally uploaded by jayejoseph.

Patsy never used to sleep with me. She had her spot on the couch and that's where she likes to be. All of a sudden though, she's been curling up with me and her brother at night to snore her way to cat and bunny chasing (that's dog dreamland to you and me). However, she keeps waking me up 3 times a night to go out and pee, so it's back to crateville for her for a while.

Still, it was really cute while it lasted.

Radiohead

2008-07-19T10:49:00.000-07:00

My love for Radiohead is something I just can't even put into words. I'm not sure any music, or any artist, living or dead, evokes the emotions and response in me that Radiohead does. OK, so maybe Rothko. But other than that? It's Radiohead.

Karla May and I were talking about them this week after having seen this and she said, "They're the right band for the right time." It's just so true. I haven't loved everything they've done (Amnesiac), but I respect the hell out of it.

This song is one of my favorites. Ever. Something about it has hit me hard. And I'm not even a lyrics type person. But something here just gets me.

But seriously, go play with the link. Play with the Flash at the bottom. Read about how this was made. Watch it and think about it with the lyrics. It's...it's just. Well, it kind of takes my breath away.

2008-07-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

Not much to tell around these parts my friends. I'm not going to see the Dark Knight this weekend because it's sold out all over town. I don't know why I didn't think to get tickets a couple of weeks ago. But we're going later this week to see it at the IMAX theater. I'm going with a friend to see Wal-e instead. I've heard great things and can't wait. My love for Pixar really knows no bounds.

Also on tap for this weekend: A whole lot of nothing. A co-worker brought me the first season of Metalocolypse so I'll be watching some of that, as well as finishing My Life In France by Julia Child, which is so fantastic. God what I'd give to have lived in Paris after the war. And then come back to the States and live in southern CA in the late 50s-early 60s during all of the kick-ass mid-century modern architecture, furniture and sunny outlook of that area.

Other than those exciting things, I might make seafood gumbo if I get a wild hair up my butt tomorrow, and I'll probably clean a bit.

In other news, Facebook has blasted me to my personal past. I finally joined a few weeks ago and I am reconnecting with a million people from middle/high school when I lived in Florida. It was a time that I really had forgotten a lot about and I'm floored at how many people from my schools during that time are on Facebook. People I seriously haven't thought about in years and have had to ask more than one question to mutual friends to figure out how I knew them. It's fun to hear what they are up to now and see pictures of their kids and such.

The first boy I ever cried over is on there! I haven't thought about him in a million years, and there he was yesterday. He told me he loved me the night before I moved. Then he felt me up.

Youth is so wasted on the young.

Back from Staycation

2008-07-14T14:04:00.000-07:00

I tried to do the whole "tourist in my own city" thing, but I ended up running a lot of errands and reading instead.

I read this:
Seeing Me Naked by Liza Palmer
and this:
Love Walked In by Marissa de los Santos

and now I'm reading this:
Belong to Me by Marissa de los Santos,

I suggest all three highly.

Next up is Julia Child's My Life in France, followed by Bill Buford's Heat and some schlocky thing that I'm not saying the name of out of shame.

Then I'm starting in on all of the William Gibson books.

Also, look at my new rug. It really ties the two rooms together, but you can't see that here.
Also, here's my new couch:

2008-07-07T14:32:00.001-07:00

Wheeeeeee!

2008-07-05T20:09:00.000-07:00

For the first time ever today, I played with a Wii. 3rd quarter bonus? Spent. I'm totally getting one. I played Mario Kart today and I also saw a game called My Horse and Me where you get to ride hunter/jumpers. I'm also going to get Rock Band, Dance Dance Revolution, and Wii Fit. Of course, not all at the same time, but holy FUCK this thing is fun.

I can't wait to bowl, play tennis, ski, snowboard, ride horses and play in a band, all in the comfort of my own living room. I'm going to surf too. Yes! There's a surfing game! There's a cooking game too, and I've heard a rumor about an Iron Chef game.

Yes, Wii. It just may be how I spend the rest of my summer.

How I celebrated the fourth of July

2008-07-05T11:39:00.000-07:00

By buying a Japanese car assembled in Mexico. Go America!

Seriously, it's pretty darned cute. And really roomy. Lots of fun toys to play with like an electronic key. This is really just amazingly cool. As long as my remote is in a certain vicinity of the car, all I have to do is walk up and push a button on the handle or back door and it opens. I don't put a key in the ignition either. Just turn the space where the key goes and boom, car starts.

My cell phone is paired with it as well. Push a button on the steering wheel? Call my Nana and just talk to the car. She comes through the stereo.

There's a little jack on the stereo for my iPod too. And a perfect space for it under the brake.

It has this transmission called CVT. It's automatic, and you never feel it shift. Need more speed? Push a button and it downshifts.

Driving this car is really fun. I've had no less than 3 anxiety attacks since Thursday when the whole thing got really serious, and I've popped a lot of Xanax. It was the right thing for me to do. It's going to save me a lot of money in payments and gas. It would have been stupid not to do it. I almost did it with a Civic a couple of months ago, but I'm glad I held out. I'm going to miss my old car a lot though. I will have another one just like it one of these days, but for now, this is a really great little car.

Here are some sparklers as well, just to make it more festive:

Losin' It

2008-07-01T18:40:00.000-07:00

And I ain't talking about my weight. I'm losing my patience and my mind with my follow-up care for cancer. I have now taken the heads off of 4 people--3 at my oncologists office and one at my insurance company.

You see, evidently as of January 1, you can no longer have a combined CT/PET scan. Now you have to have a CT scan, and then, at a later time, have a PET scan. I wasn't aware of this. No one calls you and tells you this. No one mentions it at anytime until someone calls you from your doctor's office to schedule a CT and you say, "I'm supposed to have a PET". Then they tell you, and they act like you are an idiot for not knowing this (when you've been doing it this way for 2 years).

The next day, your doctor's nurse calls to tell you that your blood work from your exam last week looks good. Now, let's back this up for a minute.

Until this 3 month check-up, my routine had always been CT on Monday, exam on Tuesday with results. I will not do it any other way. It's too stressful. Period. Then, I'd go for three months, and I'd have a CT/PET on Monday, exam on Tuesday. Wash, rinse, repeat. For two years.

At my March appointment, I had a CT. We talked about the fact that I don't want to have this many scans anymore. It's stressful, and I'm in a good place. It's time to move on. My doctor said that he'd see me in 3 months and we'd look at it then, but if all looked good, I could wait until October for my next scan.

So at my appointment last week, all looks good. He wants one more CT/PET since I'm hitting the two year mark. I explain that's OK for now, but after this, I want to stop the PETs unless something shows on the CT. He says that's reasonable and we'll do CT every 6 months.

OK, now we get to this week. CT scheduler calls. I'm informed about the new rules. This is stupid for a number of reasons:

The CT/PET machine is the SAME FUCKING THING.
The reason they do it at the same time is that the PET is laid on top of the CT to show any areas that might have activity (code word for cancer).
If I have to go to the separate CT machine on the other side of the building one day, have a CT, be injected with shit through an IV, drink a quart of barium and eat fucking barium pudding, and then at a later date, go a day on a protein only diet, go to the CT/PET machine on the OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING BUILDING IN NUCLEAR MEDICINE, get shot up in my bloodstream with radioactive shit that comes, not only encased in a steel box, but also a STEEL FUCKING NEEDLE, and drink more fucking barium, don't you think that when the PET is laid on top of the CT from another FUCKING MACHINE that the results might not be as accurate?
I DO.
I also think that I get to go through PSA (Pre scan anxiety) twice. I also have to wait for results twice. I do not do this. Period.

I decided that I would have the CT. And if it all looks good, I'm forgoing the PET. I've talked to people on my NHL boards and many of them do not have PETs, just CTs. Dudes, PETs cost me over $1K out of pocket. It is a $4000 test. That I have been having twice a year. In addition to plain CTs twice a year. In addition to having been shot up with chemo for 4.5 months. No mas, I'm done.

When the nurse called today, I told her that I'm not having the PET. She would just say, you can talk to the doctor about that. It's recommended. Like I was a crazy person. I litterally, for the second time in two days, from two serparate people in a practice I used to love, felt like they were talking to me like I was a 2 year-old.

And actually, there are new studies that say no, it's not imperative. CTs and blood work are fine. She kept telling me to talk to the doctor. So I asked if he was going to call me. She said I could talk to him at my NEXT FUCKING APPOINTMENT. It's in October.

ARGGGGGHHHHH. These people do not talk to each other.

Later, the PET scheduler calls me. Third call from this office in two days. No. I'm fucking done. I've lost it with every single one of them. I didn't mean to, but I'm fucking tired. I'm sick of this shit. I want the medical community to leave me alone for 6 months. This is all I want. Just let me have a CT and blood work every 6 months until I hit the 5 year mark. If anything weird shows up, test all you want. But stop radiating me at every turn. Stop ordering $4000 tests. Stop poking me. I have a fucking scar on my right hand from IVs and blood draws. I don't even flinch when a needle goes in any more. I spend more money on gas and parking for doctors appointments than I do on shoes in a given year. I can't fucking afford shoes any more because of these bills.

Every time I think this is all behind me and I actually go for a few days without thinking about cancer, BOOM. I have to go back. It smells like chemo in there. Every one is old. The candy is stale and reminds me of chemo any way. I want to be normal again. I want this all to go away. I want them to stop calling me. I want to go to the doctor when I feel bad only. I'm so tired of all of this. I get anxious just driving past medical buildings now.

So I'm putting a stop to it. I'm done. I'll do my twice yearly work, and if my doctor doesn't like that, I'll find a new one. But for now, I'm fucking done.

It's bad enough the world has one...

2008-06-29T15:28:00.001-07:00

I think I'm going to kill my friend Kelly. She told me about this show. I made fun of her for watching it.

I have a new couch. I've planted myself on the chaise part of the couch pretty much for the weekend. I'm browsing through the on screen guide. I get curious. I click.

I'm fucking addicted.

Let me tell you a little story about Kelly. When we were in high school, we had to go to a drama tournament. At this tournament, being the hoodlum that I was, I decided to go smoke a cigarette in the bathroom. Kelly came with me. She wanted one too. It was her first.

I went into one stall, she went to the one next to me. I stood on the toilet to watch her from above (didn't want to rouse suspicion of two pairs of feet in a stall should someone come in. We were really, really smart). Kelly took a drag of her cigarette and screamed, "JAYE I'M ADDICTED."

I felt the same way within the first two minutes of the Two Coreys. It seems that paybacks are indeed hell. But I'll get her dammit. I swear I will. The Two Coreys is just not fair payback for starting smoking, I mean, she quit eventually didn't she?

Downsize

2008-06-28T18:22:00.001-07:00

No, not my job. My car. I have to. I drive 10 miles a day at the very most. My car is too big and too much for me. So I'm selling it. Goodbye baby. I'll miss you. Of course, the windshield got smashed on the highway the other day at lunch, so it's in the shop getting fixed, so it will be the end of the week before I can place an ad for it.

I'm lucky that I'm in that little sweet spot where I owe less than the car is worth, so it's good timing.

Today I went and drove the Nissan Sentra and Versa. The Versa is adorable and really well appointed for a very good price. So that is what I'm going to get. It's fun to drive and has lots of room. I'll miss my big adult car, but I won't miss the mileage and car payment.

Here it is, and this is the color I want as well. I've got requests for quotes out to all the dealers in the area right now, and I hope to have the whole thing completed in the next two weeks. Look at me, being all frugal...

Bullets

2008-06-23T19:46:00.000-07:00

The Elimination diet is starting to work (no gluten, dairy, sugar, alcohol, or caffeine).
This makes me sad.
Because I do not want to have to give up dairy and sandwiches and noodles.
I'd give my left arm (wing?) for some Popeye's right now.
This diet? Makes me feel better, but I'm not losing that much weight.
Will I ever lose weight?
I'm beginning to think not.
As much as I love the 50s and mid-century modern, and all that stuff, this makes me realize I would have been very, very out of place, as I am a mouthy broad.
Colby knows about his surprise going away party because Jeff actually forwarded an email about it to a bunch of people, INCLUDING Colby. Well played.
Jen Lancaster's new book, Such a Pretty Fat, has had me crying with laughter.
My first non-scan oncologist appointment is tomorrow. This is the most relaxed I've ever been before an appointment, going so far as having forgotten until Karla May reminded me.
I'm having a "Staycation" on July 10/11 since I had to cancel my trip to Marfa due to being broke as hell.
I get to add dairy back on Friday. Please, please, please don't let it be dairy. Please?

Biggest. Mistake. Ever.

2008-06-22T15:45:00.000-07:00

I couldn't spare the cash to go see him in Dallas or Houston. Friends are there and I just learned they had an extra ticket. I want to cry. This may be one of the only times I've ever really regretted not going to a show.

FUCK.

Yee-Haw! It's raining!

2008-06-21T12:33:00.001-07:00

I guess that everyone clicked on Karla May's rain dance video because it's a bonafide thunderstorm goin' on over here!

Patsy's in her crate safe and sound (that's more so she doesn't pee on everything though), and I'm laying in my bed listening to the rain and thunder on the tin roof. I have only emerged from this bed once today, to go meet Colby at Juan in a Million for breakfast, where I stuck to the elimination diet with eggs cooked in oil and corn tortillas, and he ate two, yes TWO, Don Juan's before I could finish my breakfast.

If you do not know what the Don Juan is, here's a picture:

Photo stolen from Yelp, uploaded by Henry W.

As happened the last time we went, the waitress said, "Are you sure?" He ate those piles of eggs, potatoes, bacon, and cheese with flour tortillas and a smile. Good thing he won't get back there until November. We all like Colby and even though he's leaving us for NYC next weekend, we want him to be alive. To tell us all stories of how he almost died on the subway. God I'm going to miss him...

I'm now trying to gain the motivation to get up and clean this place a little. I'm really starting to feel the rising prices of...well, everything, and cut the cleaning service back to once a month. Now I'm thinking of cutting them all together. I don't like this idea since I do not like to clean. At all. Especially the bathroom. I also hate changing the sheets. God I'm lazy (as evidenced by my lack of getting out of bed...sheesh).

But for now, I think I'll still just lie here and listen to this storm, which seems to be winding it's way down a little, and hope it's just the first wave of a few more to come tonight.

2008-06-17T19:05:00.000-07:00

A good friend sent me that today. I must say, I love it.

In other news, I survived my first colonoscopy. I have a very vague memory of "coming to" during the procedure and feeling that thing in me, but hell, it could have been the drugs. Other than that, it was easy-peasy, nice and sleazy. The awesome Karla May went with me, and when I came to, I had to tell her about 3 times that the nurse who took me back asked if she was my mom. (The nurse admitted she didn't really look at her when I nearly fell over laughing in response to her question.) She also said I asked what time it was about 8 million times. Then she took an awesome picture of me which I'm not posting. In the end, I farted and they let her take me home, but she was kind enough to take me to get a salad at Baby Greens first.

Every thing looked OK from what I remember the doctor telling me. They took a lot of samples to biopsy and I should hear about those in the next week or so. She mentioned thinking that this might all be linked to IBS, so yay. I'm in day two of the elimination diet so we'll see what helps. One thing that sucks though, according to everything I'm reading, carbonation isn't good for IBS which could put an end to my Berry LaCroix addiction. That makes me incredibly sad.

Enough about my poop shoot though! Let's talk about books. I'm on a rampage. So far, I've read 7 books in the past two weeks. I think. It might be more than that actually. They are all trashy, fluffy chic-lit, but I don't care. It's nice to have something mindless to while away the days and nights of heat.

The only total clunker so far has been the new Lauren Weisberger, Chasing Harry Winston. It was horrible. But that's my own fault. She's a craptacular writer, which I said when I read Devil Wears Prada (good story, shitty writing). But silly me, I wanted trash and kept picking up her books. They are beyond trash though. Vapid characters, stupid, ridiculous plots that go nowhere and just a waste of time and money. So that was the last of hers I'll ever read.

I also picked up the Emily Giffin novel Something Borrowed. I finished it in about 6 hours and promptly read her other three books. None of them are earth shattering, but they are great, easy reads with interesting characters and plot lines that actually go somewhere!

Also read:
Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella
the new Jennifer Weiner (I already forgot the name)
Towelhead by Alicia Erian (cannot recommend as it kind of creeped me out)

Coming Up (sorry, I'm too lazy to go look at the titles):
the new Jane Green
the new Marian Keyes
the new David Sedaris
Second Chance by Jane Green
Love is a Battlefield (Mortified's second book)
No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July
Jacob Have I Loved by Katherine Patterson
Too Close to the Falls (can't remember the author)

After I finish that stack, I'm moving on to some stuff of a little more substance in the form of William Gibson. A friend gave me a list and told me what order to read them, and I'm looking forward to tackling those after my total trash is gone.

And now, I'm off to read some more...

2008-06-15T18:19:00.000-07:00

Do not want.

CUT!

2008-06-12T19:02:00.001-07:00

I really want to get to yell that tonight when I embark on my second overnight shoot in the past week. It's actually not that bad to do this overnight. We're shooting in a grocery store and it's fun to see the night goings on. Remember that movie that took place in a Target overnight? It's not like that. But it's still fun. Tonight it's just me and the director (so no, I do not get to yell cut, actually) shooting an actor we didn't get to last week. It shouldn't take too long, but it's still way past my bedtime.

In other disgusting news, my journey to being a 50 year old in a 36 year old's body continues on Monday with my first ever colonoscopy. Yay genes. Yay cancer. Yay camera up my ass. Thank God I'll get the good drugs. I only have to suffer for 36 hours before I get them. This promises to be a rockin' good time.

After the procedure, I'm going to be eating only lean protein and veggies for a week. The 8th day, I'll add dairy and see how I handle it. Then, wheat. Then, sugar. Hopefully I'll be able to nail down what it is that's freaking my body out. You know what sucks? At the most, I'll lose 7 pounds through this. Even if I work out 3 times a day for 2 hours at a time, I'll still only lose 7 pounds. Even if I change my diet. Even if I go through the prep for the colonoscopy. 7 pounds. And they'll come back...

Good Lord I'm so Debbie Downer today. Shit.

Here's something uplifting for you:

2008-06-07T09:13:00.000-07:00

This has been a week for sure. Work is kind of kicking my ass. It's also kicking the asses of everyone on my team. We're just busy. And we keep getting thrown these one-off projects that put kinks in our already busting at the seems schedule. So that's been stressful. Although, some of it has been really fun.

I had my first turn at acting as producer on a shoot. Overall, I think it went well for my first time and I enjoyed it immensely. I've still got lots to learn though, but practice makes perfect, so I'll keep going at it.

I was also reminded how much I love audio stuff this week when I spent some time in a studio overseeing VO recording. I used to be so into audio stuff when I went back to school. I love sound design. It's interesting and I love the way it can set a mood. Pairing it with motion graphics is something that I've always had an interest in but never really pursued. Getting to play around with it now is really fun.

As busy as I have been, I've still had time to cook, keep up with laundry, keep the house relatively tidy, and have a decent amount of social interaction. I'm also on my third book since last Saturday.

Next week promises to be more of the same as well. Hopefully, with less drama on the work front in the form of new projects. I'd really like to finish the ones we have without another curve ball, at least for a week or two.

So for now, I'm off to get a pedicure and some lunch before heading to a birthday party. Sounds like a pretty good Saturday to me, no?

Middle School Trifecta: Complete

2008-06-02T16:56:00.000-07:00

When I was in middle school, I had 3 best friends, but then I moved in 9th grade, and one went to boarding school, and the other two stayed behind. I kept in touch with all of them until sometime around freshman year of college, and one of them for a while after college. After a while, I lost touch completely with all of them.

Thanks to the internet, I found one of them through an alumni thing about 10 years ago. We chatted by email for a while and lost touch again.

Imagine my surprise a couple of years ago when I sent an email with a change of address and her old address was one of those I sent to. Turns out, she was also living in Austin. It's been a blast to rekindle our old friendship. I just wish we got to see more of each other.

Flash to about a year or so later, and I get a random email from friend #2. We've spent a lot of time emailing these past months and I wish she lived closer. I can tell we'd still be super close if only we were closer in geography.

We all kind of wondered about the last one. Last we'd heard, she was still in our old state, but we weren't sure what she was up to.

As of today, I know because she found me. We could potentially get that old crew back together. I wonder what it'd be like if we did? I wonder how much people would revert back to their old roles and stuff? It'd sure be interesting to find out. And maybe film for a reality show.

I keed, I keed. Sheesh, y'all know me better than that.

I'd only do Oprah.

Everyone's Doing It

2008-06-01T08:45:00.001-07:00

At least, that's what Badger says. So here are the rules:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker.

The Questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name

I couldn't get that mosaic maker thing to work right, so I just made a screenshot of the whole thing. You can try to figure it out. Some are easier than others.

Funny

2008-05-31T15:28:00.000-07:00

On Monday night, my internet stopped working. I called my provider and they couldn't help, so they scheduled a service call.

On Wednesday night, my neighbor, who does not share the cost of my internet service, actually called me and left a message to tell me they couldn't connect to my wireless service.

That took balls.

Needless to say, the wireless is now password protected. If they want the password, they can fork over some cash.

Not a Drama Mama

2008-05-30T12:16:00.000-07:00

Today, a friend told me that I had the look of someone who had cut all the bullshit from her life. For the most part, it's true. And then every now and then? A little snippit will rear it's ugly little head into my life.

I don't do drama. I'm too old for that shit, and I don't play into it. In fact, if I catch wind of it I'll pretty much run the other way as fast as I can. I'd like to think that this is a result of age, but something tells me, given the ages of the people that I seem to see this behavior in the most, that it's not a factor at all.

I don't know what the reasoning is for those that tend to either react to, or thrive on, drama, but I'm beginning to suspect that it's some dysfunctional thought that drama means others care. In my case? Nothing could be further from the truth.

My favorite thing about drama queens and kings (trust me, there are quite a few men out there who favor the drama as well), is that they like to preach about how they don't do drama. Me thinks thou doth protest too much as it's pretty much my experience that the ones who constantly remind you of that are the ones that thrive on it.

And let's talk about men and drama for a second. In my experience, all men talk about how they just want to find a normal girl. One who isn't a drama mama or crazy. However, the minute that most of them find this? They talk about how there's just nothing there in terms of romance.

It seems that for whatever reason, men talk about not wanting the drama, but the minute it's not there, they don't feel like the woman cares. So for those like me, that refuse to allow that level of shit in their lives, we can pretty much just count on being alone for a long time.

Which...if it's drama free? I think I prefer.