26 February 2008
I can't live without...
1. My bestest friends
3. The little things
Things that some people don't know about me...
1. My minor in college was Philosophy
2. I love tent camping, and wish I had the opportunity to do it more often
3. I crave adventure, and have a ridiculous wanderlust
4. I am a total romantic, but don't like to admit it very often
If calories weren't an issue, I'd eat these for the rest of my life...
3. Cheese Cake
4. Eggs Florentine
My favorite movies...
1. The Princess Bride
My favorite bands...
2. Tower of Power
3. Dave Matthews Band
4. Frank Sinatra
My favorite shows...
1. This has been the most difficult category for me, I am really not diggin' on TV right now...
Things I want to do before I die...
1. Travel outside of the US/Mexico
2. Live on the beach (in a house people... not literally ON the beach)
3. Be really really really good at something
4. Something Important
Things I'd rather be doing...
2. Sitting on the beach
4. Having sex (...but totally NOT with Matt Damon)
My favorite hobbies...
4. Exploring new places
People I tag to do this meme...
25 February 2008
So, here it is: I need a job.
I would really like to do something different at this point. I've been working in classrooms for years, and I'm ready for a change.
Honestly, I think I'd make a great personal assistant. I've done retail sales, worked in all kinds of offices (from law firms to construction), been a teacher (sorta), and a stay-at-home-mom. At faire, I've done everything from front counter sales, to working in the kitchen, and obviously, gigging in the streets.
I'm VERY organized, detail oriented, friendly, and patient. I'm excellent at planning and coordinating events and parties, great at keeping people motivated and on task, and I learn new skills quickly.
Almost all of you have a job. The way I see it, I have a huge network of people who know me, and have the opportunity every day to hear about job openings. And, maybe, just maybe, one of you is searching for someone to hire right now... or knows of someone who is. So, I'm putting it out there to the universe, to tribe, to the blogosphere, to anyone who will listen: I want to work.
24 February 2008
It finally happened... my hard drive decided it didn't like me anymore. It was a bitter break up, but with a LOT of help (thank you, CSB), I'm back with a working desktop. New hard drive, upgraded RAM, it's better than it was before. We built it better, stronger, faster (yes, by the way, you weren't the only one in the room to get that reference).
Somewhere in the process of "fixing Giddy's computer," I found myself leaning over CSB's shoulder watching photo files transfer from one hard drive to the other. Nothing but a little window and words flickering by as each picture copied. As the name of each picture winked by, the image appeared in my head. Over nine thousand pictures and graphics... years of my life reduced to words and phrases, each triggering a flash of memory. No time to even consider each one, just a mental flip book of my life over the last five or so years.
It was odd.
14 February 2008
I have definitely gone through a million emotions today. And, I can't say I've had only one moment of satisfaction, because there have been two. I gave a gift this morning that I put a bit of energy into, and I do believe it was appreciated. I am always happy when I do well with a gift, and am able to put a smile on someone's face.
But, I have to say, as cynical and twisted as it sounds, one of the highlights this Valentine's Day was driving around a corner and seeing something red come flying out of the window of the car in front of me. Now, I'm not usually a big fan of littering, in fact, typically it would really piss me off. But, it only took me a second to figure out what what this was, see it hit the street, then aim for it with my car to make sure it was completely destroyed. It was a box of chocolates.. a big, red, heart shaped, box of chocolates.
Not only was the action in itself awesome, but the instinctive reaction to smash it with my car, and the manical laughter that followed... then hearing myself say, "damn, that felt good... I'm sick... really sick. But, oh man that felt good."
I can only hope that the girl who flung it out the window (the driver, and very obviously on purpose), had that extra second to glance in her mirror and see me aim for it. I hope it give her the same extra special Valentine's thrill it gave me. Whoever you are, thanks, and happy Splat Day to you too.
08 February 2008
01 February 2008
I have much to say...
...and obviously, I don't have the moxy to say any of it. Heck, I don't even have the gumption to write any of it.
I think it. Sometimes I think it REALLY loudly. But, its just not the same.
Sometimes, I even have a glass of wine or two (*gasp*), and write it... then save it, and delete it the next day. Because, when I'm sober I talk myself out of things which otherwise make complete sense.
The problem is, it's starting to distract me... these words in my head, things which need to be expressed. I'm getting to the point where someone will be talking to me, and I don't even hear them because I'm so lost in my own little thought process. Then I feel guilty for not listening.
I know words have a way of taking their time, and coming out when they are ready. I think the big problem here is that the words are ready, but the rest of me is kinda chicken.