This week I have the pleasure of kittie sitting the cutest kitty in the world. His fathers are out in Tahoe skiing and me and Sebastian are passing the time until they get home. He's very handsome, we even have the same hair color. Redheads have to stick together, you know.
He wasn't feeling vey model-like this morning. He was too busy looking for kisses and attacking my scarf.
I've decided to have a proper freaking out about turning 30 and hired a trainer to get my ass in gear at the gym. Needless to say, I'm in a bit of pain today. I'm okay sitting and walking, but it's those in between parts of the act of sitting or getting up that may do me in. Pray for me.
There was lots of action outside my window last night. I was hoping the incoming sports bar had caught fire and was being set back. But nope, its seems to have been the religious school across the street. The firemen were back this morning too but I didn't see any smoke this morning. By the way, its hard to take pictures of smoke.
Holy Cow - I was very popular today. Hello to everyone who's found me, I hope I don't bore you too much. On to today's odd happening:
So, I stayed late to help out with a "tester" reel of a new show. No problem, it was pretty fun. More interesting than "WTHITBW", for sure. I flag a cab so that I can get home in time for Project Runway and I even get a jeep type cab, which are always good and spacious. I get in and when I start to tell the guy my address he says, "oh, yeah. I know where you're going. I've taken you home before." Okay...the thing is I don't think I've taken a cab in months! Crazy. And he also said that I was with someone, I'm thinking that it was when I was dating Mr. Aviator and there was some making out that made me memorable, but how crazy is it that he remembered exactly where I live? I really do live in a very, very small world. I'm used to running into old acquaintances and classmates and boyfriends, but now I'm running into ex cab drivers? Wow.
So, my day was fine. I got pretty far on the next episode of "What the hell is that Bitch Wearing!"...my producer is a bit absentee but that's okay. He was kind of overbearing anyways...
The worst part of my day? Visiting Eckerds. Why is it any day you go to a drug store in New York is automatically worse because of that trip? Is there some weird gas that is pumped into it that makes it an awful experience?? First of all I couldn't find the few things I wanted ie. my hair conditioner and contact cleaner. Neither one of these products was in stock? Really? Then while waiting in line (yes, I'm from Montana. We say 'in line' not 'on line'.) Some too skinny, ex model euro trashy woman with 3 kids she couldn't be bothered to watch jammed her cart into me, then stood much too close to me, clearly making it obvious that she lacked any kind of personal space assessment ability. Then she looked away as her kids devastated the candy aisle. Then, the worst part, paying. Why can't cashiers just do their simple job of ringing you up, taking your money and bagging your items? I used to work in a retail store. I don't remember being easily distracted or unable to complete these tasks. I don't need a hello or a thank you. Just a simple transaction whereas I get the items I want in a timely manner and don't have to beg you to focus while getting me my change and receipt.
I'm thinking just ordering the things I need in bulk from Fresh Direct or Drugstore.com will add to my enjoyment of life.
Ugh. Christ. The word on the street is a sports bar is going in across the street from me. I guess this gives me a few months of them waiting for their liquor license to find my rich husband and complete my goal of becoming a trophy wife with a big, beautiful penthouse and lots of little dogs and a Korean woman on call to give me a manicure or pedicure whenever I feel like it.
for those who do not know me - trust me, I'm just joking.
Although I've asked her many times to stop sending me things like this, my aunt still insists on emailing me all kinds of Republican propaganda in disguise of jokes and news stories the liberal media has overlooked. This is the latest red stater hilarious joke of the week.
Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one evening when an old cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it but couldn't -- the old cow was killed.
Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what happened. She stayed in the car making phone calls to lobbyists. About an hour later, the driver staggered back to the car with his clothes in disarray. He was holding a half empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, an expensive Cuban cigar in the other and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick.
"What happened?" asked Hillary.
"Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made mad passionate love to me."
"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary The driver replied: "I said, I'm Hillary Clinton's driver, and I just killed the old cow"
I have so many favorite parts of this uproarious joke. First - it highlights how little people actually understand about lobbyists and will overlook that it's actually the Repiglicans that are in hot water over lobbyist canoodling these days. Secondly - apparently it is totally awesomely American to pimp out your young daughters to strange men, but a women with ambition is just an old cow. Hilarious! I love this country!
There are exactly four weeks left of my twenties. Yesterday I decided to go to San Francisco for my 30th, which I just realized this morning (I'm a little slow) will be exactly 10 years since I first went there. Yes, I went to San Francisco for my 20th birthday, too. I didn't actually turn 20 there, instead my birthday happened the day after we left to drive all the way back to school in Bozeman, MT. So, my birthday happened like this. About 11PM we arrived in Reno and I went to my first IHOP at which me and Jeremy decided to get married in order to live in married student housing...don't worry we realized soon after it probably wouldn't be a good idea. Then we drove on, danced on the side of the highway to the Trainspotting soundtrack (if I remember correctly), and then 6 hours later a semi crushed the side of Jeremy's jeep while I was driving. Ah, such good memories.
And now your update of 481 Court St. I wish there was more information besides this - there are people going in and out of there. The metal gate in the front is up and a nice looking middle aged couple seem to be the masterminds. They don't look like the type interested in opening a loud rowdy bar, thank God. If I didn't have this pesky job I had to go to every day I'm sure I'd know more.
I don't want to alarm anyone, but there is a gaggle of workmen waiting outside the old Sparky's on Court and Nelson. A few months back I saw people looking at the place... Does anyone know what's going on? Can we cross our fingers and hope someone will be blessing us with a crepe place? Thats what this town needs, Crepes!
It's true, but not surprising, that I too hate Valentine's Day. Here's why. Even if you think its just a propaganda kind of holiday, it's really more of a "how much do you like/love me?' holiday. Every girl patiently waits for her bouquet to arrive and when she sees other girls get one feels like she has to coo and admire while she hides her jealousy. And coming home on the subway I watched the poor boys with roses wrapped in bodega paper, you can't feel embarrassed for them that they felt obligated to buy their girl roses, instead I feel bad that they felt so pressured by all the cooing girls around them at work that they knew they better get something before they get home. And if you just get lilies while some other girls gets an embarrassingly enormous amount of red roses? Well, lilies are prettier and more original and nicer smelling anyways. (Which their boyfriend knew, I'm sure). Walking home all the restaurants are filled with couples unusually out on a Tuesday night and the bars are filled with all the singles. I even just got a text from the boy who I thought got a clue weeks ago, but clearly hasn't. I'm sure all that sappy coupleness rubbed off on him and he just couldn't help but try once more....Valiant effort and the guilt in me arrives once more.
If you get to choose where to haunt when you die, this is it for me. A place I love so much I dream about it. Introducing Hayden Valley in Yellowstone National Park. If you look very very closely you can see a young eagle in the tree.
I'd post a picture of all the people I love, love, love (you know who you are), but I'm not that kind of girl.