Monday, October 28, 2002
Last night was particularly interesting, because while chewing on a peach sucker, I lost a filling out of my bottom front tooth. Being Saturday night, there was no way I was going to have any luck getting in to a dentist, so I started looking online for answers as to what I should do until Monday. There are several over the counter products available that serve as a temporary filling, so I called mom and asked her to pick one up on the way home. I came across something else that would work in the mean time, however; one website had suggested to melt wax from a birthday candle and use that to seal up the hole. I tried that, and it worked very well. Except. Oh yes, there is always an except, isn’t there? The except, if you haven’t pieced together the first paragraph and this one, is that I got called on a stat run to the hospital. With blue birthday candle wax in my front teeth. What could I do? I went. Once again, following the laws of nature, the guy working in specimen receiving was painfully good looking. And I had blue wax in my teeth. And a lisp, caused by said wax.
Thankfully, mom arrived with a sort of cement mixture made for replacing lost fillings. I packed it in, and have to admit it’s a lot less noticeable in color than the electric blue wax. It stayed in perfectly while I slept, which had been my main worry, because the underlying tooth is very, very sharp, and I did not want it to terrorize my tongue.
I have grown accustomed to my early morning wake-ups, compliments of miss Tallulah Jane. Every morning, mom lets her in the house around 8am to eat, and every morning, she decides that I am more important than food, and promptly runs into my bedroom and hops into bed with me. I love it. I think we have finally discovered a way to wake me up that does not make me grumpy- it’s a miracle!
So, Lula woke me up around 8, as usual, and I promptly fell back asleep until 10:30 when work called with yet another hospital run. This one was stat too, so guess that that meant? No time for makeup. No time to wash my hair, which I must say was looking really bad. I threw on a sweatshirt and a baseball cap, and was out the door. Do I even need to tell you how cute the guy working in specimen receiving was today?
And yes, of course I took pictures of the missing filling, as well as the blue tooth wax.
Today I am going through allllll of my links to journals and blogs. I’m deleting the ones that are no longer around, and organizing the rest into a page of links divided between those I read on a daily basis, and those I read once in a while. I’m hoping this will make life easier, and my bookmark folder cleaner, but we’ll have to wait and see.
I am not at ALL excited at having to go to the dentist first thing tomorrow. A filling cant be TOO bad when most of the drilling is already done though, right? The part I dread is that it seems like every time I go to the dentist, they make it their mission to find something ELSE wrong, and then you have appointments from here to eternity. Well, there’s also some dread for that huge freaking novicane needle.
Its funny, because just yesterday morning, I was thinking about how there is always a mini-crisis right before I go on vacation. One May, it was Emmett slicing his neck open a few days before I left, last year I had strep throat and the wisdom tooth issue, and I was thinking that my whole AmEx trauma, and delay of the money from California were going to be all the drama this year, and I was pretty happy about that. I should have know! Of course, there is always a plus side in my world, and I guess that the filling was going to come out, so its better that it came out before I went, because finding a dentist on vacation would have sucked big time.
Wow! I’m watching pro rodeo on tv, and this bull rider actually broke his neck at some point in the past, and is back riding bulls. That’s crazyness!
I must be a little behind in the news, because I just now found out that Richard Harris (beloved by me as Professor Dumbledore in Harry Potter) died. I knew things weren’t looking good for him, but this still makes me very, very sad. He was so perfect as Albus! So very perfect!
Sunday, October 20, 2002
In honor of my two year anniversary, I think I may finally break down and get my own domain. I spent most of my afternoon drive (is it a commute?) trying to come up with a domain name, and believe it or not, a title for my journal. Monumental, huh? It’s a hard decision to make. Tallulah suggests that it be called “The life and times of Tallulah Jane”, or “Lula is the Coolest Kitten Ever.” But I think I may have to pass on those. Let her get her own journal! (Ooh, now there’s an idea…) Coming up with a url & title would be much easier, if I had a cool nickname like Mightygirl or Pineapple Girl or Mo Pie.. but I don’t! Poor me. I hear you crying for me. Anyway, I have some ideas in mind (and on post-it!), but am still very very open to suggestions. Very. As in email me some ideas or else.
While reading through various entries on Journalcon 2002, I’ve followed links to journals of the attendees, and then followed links on their sites, and links on those sites, and now I have so many new journals bookmarked that I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’ve always had way too many to keep up with, but now I’ve got so many GOOD ones that I’d like to read on a regular basis, that I fear it’s near impossible!
My mom makes up words.
Mom: What gave you that enipulation? (meaning “what gave you that idea?”)
Mom: Is enipulation a word?
Me: Sounds like some sort of breast plastic surgery.
(At this point in writing this entry on Tuesday night, I realized that it was 4am, and that I had to wake up at 8am, and I still had to take a shower. Oops.)
Have I mentioned how much I loooooove the band Switchfoot? We’re talking considering naming my first child Switchfoot or something. You need to go download Only Hope, Learning to Breathe, Dare you to Move, and anything else you can find by Switchfoot, but especially those three songs. Or, I guess you could go buy the CD, but who does that anymore?
I’ve been spending a ton of time playing with Lula lately. She’s so smart and inventive and playful- she gets the joke behind things. We spent about 10 minutes the other day with me putting the plug in the bathtub drain, and her taking it back out. Right now she’s on my bed playing with her little stuffed kitten we call Mini Me. She is the epitome of cuteness and love, and I absolutely must post some pictures soon.
Saturday we had classes from 9am-4pm at the Woods resort. Unfortunatly, I failed to find out which building they were in, and ended up driving around aimlessly following pink cadillacs (Because a director must know where she’s going, right?) until I spotted a woman with a MK umbrella and went to ask her for directions. Turns out my Cadillac following was all in vain, because we were split up into different areas depending on our level. I’m not going to blab on about the details of every class, but I have to say that I am now totally in love with Cheryl Warfield. She has such incredible presence. Plus, to see that she was like me when she started – she had 7 credit cards maxxed out, and now she makes about $40k a month? That’s inspiring. One of my favorite quotes from her- “Mary Kay is one of the best self-improvement courses I’ve been paid to take!”. I also liked “In comparing yourself to others, you are comparing your bad qualities to her good, and there’s just no way to win that.”, and my favorite, “Hope is confident expectation.”
One of the last things we talked about was this big challenge for those who already had 5 people on their team to submit for DIQ (Director in Qualification- you grow your team from 8-30 in 3 months to become a director) on November 1st. When Deb went up on stage to tell Pat she would be submitting Nov. 1, and hugged her, I started getting teary-eyed. When Deb came back, I went over to hug her and said “You’re going to do it”, and then of course I lost it. By this time, a line of people had put their arms around each other and were swaying to the music. Everyone started joining in, and the next thing you know we look like something out of a cheesey chick flick, with everyone in the room in a big circle with our arms around each other, and yet it didn’t feel cheesey. It felt powerful, and like a sisterhood.
I’ll be submitting January 1, 2003.
Saturday, October 19, 2002
When I got home, I devoured my turkey sandwich from Subway, and settled in to watch The Skulls, which was good in a very "josh jackson is incredibly sexy" sort of way.
We're supposed to get lunch at the retreat, but I have no idea if what they serve will even be something I can eat, so I'm not counting on it. And now I must put on my shoes and get out of here. Classes start "promptly at 9am", so we need to be there at 8:45. It takes 5 minutes to get over to the resort, so I guess I don't need to leave quite yet, but I might as well, since I have nothing better to do.
Sunday, October 13, 2002
My mom came home from work about a half hour after she had gotten there, so I knew something was up. It turned out that her oldest brother had died, so the mood around here has been pretty somber all day. Its always hard to know what to do in a situation where you know someone is taking something really hard, but I could tell she mostly wanted to be alone, so I gave her that. My dad, on the other hand, ranted about how incompetent he thinks his lawyer is, as he does on a daily basis.
On a much brighter note, this morning as I was getting ready to get in the shower, I realized I needed to call AmEx again before mom went to work. So, wearing a towel (Yeah, we’re talking RIGHT as I was getting ready to get in the shower), I dialed them up for the fifty millionth time, and about fainted—the guy I ended up talking to spoke perfectly clearly. I was in shock. When I handed the phone to mom, she absolutely cracked me up by exclaiming “WOW! Someone who speaks English!”. You have to know how quiet my mom is to get how unbelievably funny this was. I totally don’t mean to be demeaning towards the other people we had spoken with, but don’t you think that if you are hiring someone who will be doing customer service over the PHONE, particularly about something people are as sensitive about as their credit cards, that they should at least be able to speak clearly enough for people to understand them?
Anyway, Guy We Could Understand got all the usual info, and lo and behold, unless this is just another false alarm, I shall have my shiny new AmEx card in 7-10 days. This means I’ll be getting it 2-3 weeks before I leave. Which means that if it doesn’t arrive on schedule, I am going to be very, very screwed and go into total panic mode.
I am getting giddy at how close to vacation I am. I swear, planning is more than half the fun for me. There is no reason any human being should be as excited as I am to buy travel-sized toothpaste tomorrow.
And yes, I know I have been babbling about this upcoming trip for days now, but just be glad you aren’t my boss Lou last year, who got to hear EVERY single morning- “Morning, Lou! 76 days till Florida!” (Um, obviously substituting the right number. I think I actually started at something like 128, though.) Vacation is serious business around here.
However, just for the sake of complete contradiction, I should point out here that the only think I know about my Vegas Birthday trip is that a) it will be at some point during/after my birthday, b) it will be in Vegas, and c) we’ve decided on something like 3 or 4 days. My theory on this is that Vegas is Vegas!! (And when someone says “Hey, what’s up?”…) Vegas doesn’t require the planning that Disney does. People don’t make breakfast reservations at 6am exactly 60 days before for Vegas. There are no parade times to learn or fireworks viewing spots to know, or at least if there are, I’m blissfully ignorant. I suppose the thing is that if I miss out on dining at a restaurant with the best breadsticks in the world while I’m there, I’ll never miss it. On the other hand, if I don’t get my Canadian Cheddar Cheese Soup with Pretzel bread from Epcot, I very well may cry. Mmmm, Le Cellier cheese soup… only 30 days away….
I still haven’t managed to get over to Pat’s house to pay for the retreat next weekend. I really want to go- one of the NSD’s speaking makes $50,000-$80,000 a MONTH, and the others are equally interesting, but I guess I won’t be broken hearted if I can’t go, or else I would have gotten my bootie over to Pat’s already. I will call her secretary Monday morning and see if I can pay then, since I have no bank run on Monday (YAY, government holidays!). I did buy a cute black skirt for the retreat, so it will be a shame if I don’t get to use it.
I got the fall Pottery Barn catalogs in the mail today, and as usual, I would like one of everything, please. I’m getting a very good idea of exactly how I want The Apartment to look. Daybed in the living room instead of a sofa, since I’ll probably end up sleeping there most of the time anyway, bookshelves covering the wall behind said daybed, sheer curtains, etc. All I need is a billion dollars for furniture and a house to put them in, and I will be in business, baby!
Speaking of which, the Great E-Bay Search for Fun Kitchen Stuff continues. I found dinner plates exactly like some of the ones we have today (For $1.99! Woohoo!), but am yet to find anything so undeniably cute that I have to buy it. We’re looking for camel-shaped salt shakers, plates with hotel logos, etc. If you get bored and want to browse ebay for me, go ahead, and I’ll love ya for it. Anyone who can find me the pac-man glasses that Pizza Hut gave away in the 80’s wins my undying love. Find me any of the stuff that I will see once again in WDW and have to pass up because its too expensive, and I will love you even more.
Tallulah played in my bathtub for at least ten minutes today (No water in the tub, just the faucet on really low. She drinks it like a water fountain, then attacks it, then splashes it…). Then she stole the plug out of my bathroom sink and tried to carry it off. She finally had to go back outside when mom walked in the kitchen only to find Lula in the kitchen sink. I think we’ve created a monster.
I have something that I very much need to discuss with Kel, but she hasn’t been around in ages. I could discuss it here, but I’m just not up to that. I somewhat envy the journalers who are able to write about absolutely everything in their lives, but I’m nowhere near that point. Just saying that there is something bothering me takes some weight off my shoulders, at least. And no, please don’t IM me and ask, because unless your name is Kelly and you have found yourself holding a beer from the floor, chances are I’m not going to discuss it. I still love you though.
Saturday, October 12, 2002
I am very sweaty. For some reason, I finally got in the mood to do some form of exercise tonight. At first I was leaning towards yoga, because heaven knows my muscles could use some stretching, but decided on belly dance at the last minute. That ended up being perfect- I feel worked out without feeling like the video kicked my ass. When I want a good old fashioned ass kicking, I turn to Buns of Steel. I love that video in ways words just can’t describe. Probably because I haven’t done it in over a year. I did the Basic Dance video tonight (I have Basic Dance & Beyond Basic Dance). I’m actually getting better at it, and I set up a mirror by my tv tonight so I could see how the movements looked. Being able to watch yourself is priceless, in two ways. First, you can see how what you think you’re doing differs from what you’re actually doing, and second, if you’re me at least, you get to watch yourself flop around like a drowning earthworm trying to look graceful. (Not my best simile ever, I know, but that’s what came to mind. Maybe they also need to teach “descriptive figures of speech” along with “Writing Good Stuff Every Day”)
Veena and Neena live in my dvd player, but I just found out they teach classes in LA, so now I have to move there.
One thing I am really looking forward to about my Disney trip (just one?) is that in Morocco in the world showcase in Epcot, they have a belly dancing chick. I promise I will not swoon, as she is about eight million times better than I am. But don’t think I won’t video tape it and try to do what she did when I get home. I want to buy one of those scarves with the little metal coins that you tie around your hips, too- the kind that makes fun noises when you shake your hips. I remember them being in one of the stores in Morocco the last time I was there, so they are on my Must Buy list this time. (Keep in mind that my souvineer budget for this trip is like, $2, so they better be cheap!). I adore the Morocco pavilion, if you can’t tell. It’s the only one in Epcot that is actually sponsored by the country itself. Apparently when the World Showcase was being built, they origionally planned on including one pavilion to cover pretty much all of Africa. Well, funding fell through, or something like that, and when the King of Morocco heard about it, he sent some of his people over to create a pavilion of Morocco. I adore it. It is set up to portray the cities of Fez, Marrakesh, and Casablanca. If you read my journal last year, you will know that I met a cute Moroccan guy whose name was Ali. He said he would take me to Morocco to see the camels. Think I can still hold him to this? Oh! And they have henna tattoos there, too! In the pavilion, that is! They are like $40, but I have already put one into my budget. YAY! I am way, way excited about the henna tattoo.
And yes, I am the same girl who wrote that big long post a few months ago when Pat, my NSD, got back from Morocco, where I ranted about how few rights women have there, and how screwed up the status quo was, etc. etc. etc. So, they have some stuff to work on, but a place with henna tattoos and belly dancing and camels and guys named Ali? I’m so there.
One update on the vacation panic/AmEx struggle- After the lady said she had re-activated my card last night, and it still didn’t work, I decided I would just call back today. Well, the guy I talked to said that my card was no longer good, and I would have to get a new one. For that, he needed the security number off mom’s card, since my account is under hers. My mother, being related to me and all, obviously hadn’t seen her AmEx card since about two years go, so she’s in the process of searching for it. Luckily, once we find it, my new card will be here in about a week. That still puts me way closer to my deadline than I’d like, but it will still be soon enough to pay the deposit on my Disney Ghetto Hotel room, and book a flight without paying too much.
Friday, October 11, 2002
If you can’t tell, I’m a bit stressed ;-) I decided to go ahead and buy my plane tickets tonight, and was pretty excited about that. I found a good rate on hotwire.com of $189, and life was pretty good. Well, then the website declined my credit card. I tried again- declined again. I called American Express to see what was up. The lady I talked to had a VERY heavy accent, but I managed to find out that the primary card holder (my dear mother) had canceled my card. (Mine is under hers—apparently AmEx is smart enough not to approve people like me, so I had to be one of those “additional card for..” people)
Well, I decided to grab mom and call back, since they needed to have her approve it, and I was hoping for someone who I could understand. I got a different lady this time, with, if possible, even MORE of an accent, and who seemed to be having almost as much trouble understanding me as I did her. She finally said that because my card was less than a year old, I’d have to call a different number to get it activated. I wrote down the number she gave me, and even read it back to her to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood it. Well, when I called, it was the pay by phone number. I pushed 0 to talk to a person, and the guy informed me that “This is the pay by phone department, we don’t cover that sort of thing.” No offer to connect me to someone else, or another number, or anything. Ick. Well, very hesitantly, I called Customer Service again, and got a lady with a different accent, but who spoke clearly enough to understand. Yay! She activated my card for me, and there was much rejoicing. Well, then I went back to hotwire to buy my tickets, and it still declined my card. I think I’m going to give up for tonight, and try again tomorrow. The only problem is that with Hotwire, you cant do the same search more than once every 48 hours, so I will have to either find equally cheap tickets elsewhere, or wait till Saturday night. YUCK.
So, there’s my whiny entry for now. If this is the worst problem I have regarding trip planning, I guess life isn’t so bad. I am not particularly thrilled with mom for canceling the card that I am relying on to pay for like 70% of my trip, and not actually mentioning this to me. I am more than a little worried that I wont get it straightened out in time. I think right now I’m just too mentally exhausted to deal with it. Perhaps someday I will actually have enough money to pay cash for a vacation, and not have to deal with this stuff anymore.
On a more amusing note.. today Susie called me right as I was pulling into the gas station to fill up (an every-other-day occurrence, thanks to work). Apparently you aren’t supposed to use cell phones while you fill your tank, so I was finishing the conversation standing next to the gas pump. Well, years of riding and riding lessons have given me the habit of stretching my calf muscles any time I get a chance—you know when you stand on the edge of a ledge like a staircase or something, with your heels hanging over the edge, and just let your weight stretch the muscles? Its hard to describe, but anyway- I was doing that out of habit, standing on the little ledge around the gas pump. Well, apparently my shoes were slippery, because instead of stretching, I slid right off, and slammed into the gas pump on my way down. Being metal, the pump made a loud noise as I crashed into it. I’m not sure if anyone saw, but I felt pretty stupid, and I’m hard to embarrass.
When I went in to pay, I got into a conversation with the guys working there, who had been sitting there admiring my car. I couldn’t help but wonder if they had seen my lovely display of grace while they were looking at it, but they didn’t mention it if they did. On the way out, I overheard the lady at the next pump saying “When someone says ‘Hey, what’s up?’, they mean ‘Hey, what’s up?’”, and the person with her agreeing as if this was some profound statement. I sure wish I could have heard the rest of that conversation.
Despite my credit card issues, I’m still way excited about trip planning. I spent most of my free time today reading trip reports over on the dis boards. There is nothing like a well-written trip report to really get me in the mood. Here is some of the stuff I still need to do before I go:
*Buy plane tickets (Was going to be accomplished tonight, but we see how that worked out)
*Reserve All Star Music Resort for the first night of my trip (Affectinatly known to me as the Disney Ghetto Hotel. Its not bad by any means, but All Stars are the “value” resorts, so being a Deluxe Resort girl at heart, its in my job description to make fun of anything without a monorail)
*Make reservations for “Undiscovered Future World” tour at Epcot. Maybe. Or make reservations for “Wild By Design” at Animal Kingdom, or “Undiscovered World Showcase”.
*Decide which backstage tour to take, dammit. (See above)
*Buy rechargeable batteries and battery charger
*Find out what Nate’s itinerary is, and plan my own accordingly
*Decide if I want Priority Seatings for any of my meals, and make them if necessary
*Finish making new pockets for my PassPorter. (I was just going to order new ones, but they are $6 and shipping is like $7, so I decided to try making my own. You should still turn to PassPorter for all your Disney guidebook needs, though, as they are quite lovely.) (If I promote it enough, will you guys buy me a drink next time, Jennifer & Dave?
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
My dad was watching wrestling the other night, WWE, I think. He watches it every week, but I was in the kitchen making enchiladas this time, so I was actually there to witness some of it. They had what they called the Women’s Championships, in which the first girl to strip the other one down to her bra & panties and then spank her with a paddle won. What kind of out-of-work porn writers come UP with this stuff?
Monday night, Deb and I were the only seasoned consultants at the meeting (ie non-newbies), so we got to hang out in the living room and discuss ideas, and play with the new products and such. We got on the subject of our awful memories again (Focus Factor!) and she confessed that she had a note by her computer that says “Before 10am or after 8pm”. She has no idea what this is in reference to. Woman after my own heart.
Tuesday. After dropping off my delivery at the bank, I did something unspeakable: I went to McDonalds, and got a cheeseburger and fries. I have not eaten a cheeseburger in at least a year, probably much longer. It was pretty horrible, but my body was craving meat, so it worked. Eating it brought back memories of my high school speech tournament days. We ate a lot of fast food back in those days. A lot. I kinda miss it. Then again, I got an ulcer about that same time. Maybe not so much of the missing.
I am sick. I woke up yesterday morning with my nose running and feeling awfulIt was about 60 degrees today, and very overcast, the kind of day that makes bed irresistible. I typed up most of this entry in between jobs, but was silly enough to forget to post it, so now I’m going through and changing “today’s” to yesterdays, etc. I’m somewhere between feeling better, worse, and the same today. All at once.
In terribly exciting news, I ordered new checks (I’m down to three), and new business cards last night. I got my checks from MK, so they have cute lipstick and such on them. I haven’t had business cards with my correct address on them for like a year, so I think that ordering new ones was justifiable, too.
I have to run by Pat’s office tomorrow, because apparently I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten around to paying for the retreat yet. I’m such a delinquent little beauty consultant. I wasn’t really going to go, but then I realized that not going would be stupid, since people are flying in form all over the country for these seminars, and I live 5 minutes away. Classes from people who make more in a month than I have made in my entire life are always a good thing. Maybe some of it will rub off.
I know that just a few days ago, I was whining about having to give up sandals and bare feet, but I am rediscovering the joy of boots. Did you know that I am about 6’2 in most of my boots? I have forgotten how much fun that is.
This morning, before I started feeling all sickly, it occurred to me as I was driving that it was Wednesday. At this realization, I bounced up and down in my seat and clapped. Why you ask? Because Wednesdays are free pizza days? Nope. Because world peace will come on a Wednesday? Nope. Because Wednesdays are Dawson’s Creek days, and that means Joshua Jackson. I have an addiction here. And then they go and stick him in all this sexy business attire this year and stick sexy-manly facial hair on him and its just more than I can handle. I have started taping the show. And you will use this all against me sometime in the future, won’t you? Yeah, I know.
I have 4 dvd’s out from Netflix, and I just haven’t been in a DVD kinda mood. This is very unlike me. I only have one episode of Sex & the City left to watch on my Season 3-Disk 2, and I think I’m putting it off because once I watch it, there will be no more new Sex & the City for me until Season 4 comes out on DVD. This makes me very sad –probably sadder than it should.
While I was walking through the mall today, a chick from one of those random booths selling stuff in between stores asked if I’d like to try this manicure thing. I glanced at my ghetto-looking chipped nail polish, and figured it couldn’t hurt. This woman was a Nail Goddess. Somehow, with the use of this rectangular thingey, my nail looks almost fake. It is smooth and shiny, and doesn’t look at all like something that should be attached to the same hand as all of these other nails. I must go buy this thingey, and then recruit the girl to work for me.
Monday, October 07, 2002
Mom: Probably Hell.
(This would be the part where Crystal falls on the floor laughing)
I was just caught quite unaware, thanks to Kymm’s entry, that I will soon have to abandon sandals due to the declining temperatures, and once again have to wear...shoes. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love shoes, in a very Carrie-on-Sex & the City-way… they are prized possessions! A girl can never have enough shoes. However, that doesn’t mean that I like to wear them! I would be barefoot all the time if possible, save those rare occasions when I get dressed up, in which case wearing cute shoes is fun.
Is it really wrong that I really want to buy this for Tallulah? It was mentioned over at The Usual Suspects, and it sounds like something that would be worth the money if she will actually watch it. She does dig tv. She just fell asleep on my bed watching TV, and is now laying with a paw over one eye, as if to block the light, and twitching every now and then. I wish I knew what she was dreaming about.
Tomorrow is Monday. Mondays have become, in my world, these hyper-busy run run run, no time to eat, sleep, or breathe, too much to do days. Actually, every week day has been like that lately, but as a result, bills are actually being paid not only on time, but early. My last check was over a hundred dollars more than I expected, which was very nice. Anyway, I’m doing tickets tomorrow morning, which makes me happy because its lots of fun and pays like crazy. Then I have my usual People’s Bank & Kryger runs, and then I get to drive as quickly as possible over to the MK Condo for my Mary Kay Meeting, hopefully having had enough time at some point before then to get dressed for the meeting. Mondays are fun. The funny thing is that I am not being sarcastic, I actually mean that. I am out of the house for 13 hours straight, but its still one of my favorite days. Crazy, huh?
Speaking of MK, I hope that nobody watched that “Hell on Heels” MK movie on CBS tonight. Yuck. It turns out that CBS never contacted MK Corporate offices for ANY kind of info, so the entire thing is basically made up. I recognized some quotes in there that Mary Kay actually said, but they were presented in a very different tone. I was discussing it with some other consultants, and none of us can figure out the point behind the movie. All it did was make Beauti Control look like a terrible company, and show Mary Kay Ash in a bad light. However, the company as a whole has decided not to respond, as all that would do would be to give cbs and the movie a lot of media exposure, so the general idea is to just let it pass.
I’m hoping to make my flight reservations tomorrow, which frankly scares me to death, as I still haven’t been able to set my plans in stone. I’m emailing my travel agent Carole about some hotel changes right now, and will probably plan my flight around that. In the mean time, I am FREAKING OUT. I would normally practically be packed by now, with my little list of PS numbers and OH MY GOSH I haven’t even bought updates for my passporter yet… Eep.
Do you know how many times I have actually considered just canceling this vacation and putting the money towards bills and inventory and such? But then I remember that if I DON’T get away soon, I very well may lose it, and I think about Nate cavorting around in Epcot without me, and that makes me sad. Oh, and I’m really craving a dole whip and some cheddar cheese soup, and I need new Lucky Cats and a bigger Party Buddha. So Basically, I have to go.
I have more to write, but I have to be up in seven and a half hours, and so I guess it will just have to wait.
Oh, and Kelly has been abducted by aliens. Please return her if you find her, and I will give you a cookie.
Saturday, October 05, 2002
Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
These colorful toads are very active and fun for beginner pet owners. They enjoy spending their day swimming and singing with other frogs of their species and become more active when not alone. Weird fact: Firebellied toads cannot extend their tongues like other toads or frogs. To feed, they must leap forward and catch their prey with their mouths. After they have grabbed a cricket or worm with their mouth, they usually use their fore-arms to help stuff food the rest of the way in. Then they squish their eyeballs down in their heads to push the food into their throat.
I'm the most well known penguin of them all, always looking great and eating daintily. I'm not too threatened by man, but boy those seals do scare me! I love the cold-cold of the Artic!
What penguin are you? find out at quizlets.tk! by Krysten!
Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?
((I was super-excited to get Epionine on the Which Les Mis Character Are You quiz, but they didnt have a thing to put on the page. Oh, woe.))
Which HP Kid Are You?
Which Harry Potter Marauder Are You?
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
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Weird- every other one of these i've done has put me in Ravenclaw.
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Friday, October 04, 2002
They finally showed his mom. She is at least 800 years old, and has flaming red hair. I instantly like her a whole lot more than Shopping Guy.
I can’t believe the crap I’m watching tonight. I really, really need satellite back. When I had eight billion stations, I at least had the three that always had something good to watch on no matter what time it was: Travel Channel, Animal Planet, and TLC. If I could just get those three channels back (There is a new season of Trading Spaces, and new designers I haven’t gotten to see yet! Does someone want to tape it for me?), life would be so much better.
I am in love with 1000journals.com, and am very sad that its next to impossible to get involved anymore. I am very tempted to go buy a blank journal and start sending it around to all my friends to contribute to. I think I’d need at least 50 people who would contribute to it to make it worth it. Anyone want to? People I don’t know would be particularly fun.
I love the new Geico commercial in ways words cant describe. Who knew a gecko could be so damn cute?
So, 5 episodes of Sex & the City (season 3, on dvd) later, here I am at 4:48am. Its nights like these when I really miss having a job where I am off for two months in the winter, and get to revert to my natural state of staying awake until dawn, and then sleeping until afternoon.
I have a lot more that I was going to write about, like how the 2-hour Dawson’s Creek season premiere led to some steamy Joshua Jackson dreams last night (the kind that stay on your mind the whole next day), and how I still haven’t gotten around to cleaning my fish tank (eww eww eww ewww…), and about the breakfast I want to go to next Friday morning that benefits breast cancer research and is called Boobapalooza (I’m totally in it to get a t-shirt with that name on it), and about how I’ve gained like ten pounds and am sitting here eating pizza anyway, and billions of other random things, but I just don’t have the energy. The fact that I need to be up in like 6 hours is finally catching up to me, and I don’t like it.
Oh, and my comments should be working again now, so send me some comment love.
And Bogart is back to being a healthy little fish again. Just in case you were on the edge of your seat with worry.