Thursday, November 26, 2009

Gobble Gobble Gobble

On this day of giving thanks I present...The Flight of the Conchords!

And my family (obviously)
My girls (!)
This email from Whitney:

I feel that in light of the holiday I should just make a list of all the things I am grateful for then simply hit 'send'. You alll know the important things close to my heart that I am grateful for: the streams of smoke jets often make in the sky, mug handles, and the orange beverage Tang.

My job
Hot cocoa
Disneyland (three weeks, woo hoo!!)
The "hide" option on facebook (sooo thankful for this one)
The blessed few I have NOT hidden on facebook
That my car is still running (everyone cross your fingers!!)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Dear Friday, This one's for you. Love always, Leah

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

*SIGH* Fridays are the absolute best. Especially at 3:30 when I'm heading home from work... ;)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Baby Don't You Do It. Don't Do It. Don't You Break My Heart. Pleeaase Don't Do It Don't You Break My Heart.

Have I mentioned that I love this song? As sung by The Band. Or even the Derek Trucks Band (although I have only recently become familiar with this version). Not really The Who, although their version is alright if that's all I have available. Anyway, The Black Crowes sang "Don't Do It" as an encore song last night and I squealed like a school girl in my excitement (on the inside - I was in public)!! And then proudly sang all the lyrics, with much gusto and very little talent, but it was still amazing. :D

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Thirty, Flirty and Fun!!

So, I will be turning the big 3-0 in a couple months (GASP) and I've been compiling a list of things to do before that dreaded day. ;P Any suggestions?

Also, what should I do to celebrate my birthday?? All ideas are welcome (and desperately needed)!! :D

Monday, November 9, 2009

I'm Developing A Tick...

Frustrations are at an all time high (or maybe they just seem that way) and the results are irritating at best. The physical, mental and emotional results are as follows:

Clenching my jaw = killer headaches.

You know when you start to adjust to a situation and you say, "Okay, I'm past the crying phase"? It's as if uttering those words acts as a catalyst for another trauma.

Eye ticks. Not pretty.

Counting to ten no longer seems to be working. Daydreaming about telling someone off, however, seems to work wonders. Of course this has caused my loved ones to look at me, after my moments of silence, and ask, "Are you okay?"

I've been writing and rewriting blog posts. Why haven't I posted these, you may ask? There's just too much swearing to be appropriate.

I've had to physically restrain myself from pulling the chord out of the wall after hearing certain songs on the radio.

A cold put me out of commission for almost a whole week.

I have an almost irresistible urge to walk into a room and scream, "Sort yourselves out!"

Have I mentioned that I'm HATING this fall??

I wake up with the Flight of the Conchords song, "Hurt Feelings" stuck in my head. I haven't listened to the song in weeks.

Sometimes I think it might be a good idea to get in my car, drive until I run out of gas, get out and just keep running. This has become my Plan B.

The question, "What do you have to lose?" has been bandied about lately. Is this really a good thing to ask a walking time bomb?

A month long vacation in a tropical paradise would not be enough to sort myself out.

When you're praised for your ongoing patience for like the fiftieth time you start to wonder if you've lost the point. I've been exercising so much patience in one situation that I've completely lost it in most others. Clearly I'm spreading myself too thin and about to run out completely.

And again...RUNNING AWAY HAS BECOME MY PLAN B. This is messed up.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Tchaikovsky's My Home Boy

Every year around this time, I remember how much I love and miss the ballet. I develop a longing to watch the little toy soldiers and mice duke it out in the first act. Weird thing to miss, I suppose. The rest of the year I remember that I have seen the Nutcracker (and specifically the "fight scene") roughly five hundred times. In case you aren't aware, I danced with PNB for eight years when I was a kid. I performed in the Nutcracker three a soldier each time. Get this: I was too tall to get a girl part. Hahaha. That still kills me. It's okay, the fight scene was way more fun than the party scene anyway.

Aren't they cute?


The peacock will always be my favorite

My most cherished memory? One year Seattle was blanketed in snow (not exactly the "Snow-pocalypse" of last ear but close) and only half the cast was able to make it. My dad drove myself, Mari London (who was a few years ahead of me and was performing as a Chinese girl that year), and a guy who was in the Corps, to the Opera House and back. Almost every large scene had to be reworked before the performance due to a substantial amount of absences. I had a blast...and my dad and I watched the second half before making our way back home. Fun!

Maybe this is the year to get tickets. Maybe.

Monday, November 2, 2009


I found this recently and it amused me greatly. I've never followed astrology that closely (and almost never enjoyed anything said about my sign) but I came across this one night. I was bored, okay? Some of this is eerily close... Which sections, you may ask? Oh, I'll leave that for you to figure out. ;) And yes, I know it's a little long.

There's no such think as a typical Capricorn female. She can be a museum curator who wears granny glasses for real, or she can be a dancer who wears a glittering G-string for fun. You'll see her crisply running a suburban P.T.A., frying hamburgers in a coffee shop, or organizing the biggest Charity Ball in the city. A Capricorn woman may decorate the society columns, smile demurely behind a political candidate husband or pour mysterious liquids in­to test tubes. But whatever she's doing and whatever she's wearing, Saturn will rule her actions and her secret aims.

She can be ultra-feminine, flirtatious and charming enough to make a man feel like a giant grizzly bear who can protect her from the cold, cruel world. Or she can be icy, quiet and aloof, sitting securely on her marble pedestal and challenging you to be clever enough to win her superior hand. Whichever personality she projects, underneath her womanly wiles or her practical, sensible manner, she has the same goal-a steely determination to snag the right man, who can become important, make her proud and be a good father to her children.

There's nothing flashy about the Capricorn female. You'll certainly never see her loudly or obviously pushing and shoving for first place; you may even think she's docile enough to contentedly take a back seat to her competition.Wait. See who gets the promotion.

Don't be misled into thinking she'll never sacrifice her career for marriage. Just give this girl half a chance to be a social leader and the mistress of a well-run household, and you'll see how quickly she loses interest in her job (one of the few things she'll do quickly). If you need her to, the Capricorn woman will gladly continue working to help you climb up the mountain of success-she won't be lazy. Otherwise, however, she's happier enjoying her position as your wife, provided the position is a good one, and there's enough financial security.

One of the most typical and delightful things about this woman is her natural breeding and grace of manner. You can meet a Capricorn girl who was raised in a one-room shack across the railroad -tracks, or whose father works the swing shift in a coal mine, but unless she decides to reveal her background (which she probably won't), you'll be convinced she comes from an old-line family, and was turned out by one of the best finishing schools. Such is the Capricorn built-in sense of social grace and conservative, conventional appearances.

Any man who's involved in a relationship with the female goat should learn a basic fact about this Sun sign. She seems to be more even-tempered and emotionally steady than she actually is. Her manner may convince you that she's as firm as a rock and nothing can ruffle her calm surface. The truth is that she's subject to many moods. All women are subject to moods, you say, but the Capricorn girl can have some really black and long-lasting ones. If she feels mistreated or unappreciated, she'll brood for days, weeks, even months. She calls it being sensible or practical, but Saturnine gloominess, pessimism and depression are much more deeply rooted than that. They're triggered by fear of the future, worry about the present, shame over the past-or a suspicion that she's being made fun of or is inadequate in some way. These women do not accept teasing lightly. Keep it at a minimum. To be honest, they find it impossible to see the joke when they're the victims. You don't have to bury her in compliments constantly (she'll sense when they're insincere, anyway), but don't kid her about important matters, and praise her often enough to make her realize you know her true value.

She'll probably be something of a social butterfly, ex­tremely aware of etiquette, and she'll lean toward quaint customs like engraved napkin rings and needlepoint chairs. Things must be correct and tradition must be observed at all costs. She may have an inconsistent habit of wanting to shop in the most expensive, exclusive stores, yet insisting on a bargain. She doesn't mind buying a dress that's on sale, as long as it bears the right label.

Capricorn women have a fresh beauty of their own. You'll rarely find one who's not unusually attractive. Yet they are timid and unsure about their appearance, and you may find them needing constant reassurance that they're pretty. Although Capricorn females hate dishonesty in all forms, they're not above lying about their ages. They usually get away with it, too, thanks to the odd Saturn aging twist. They look like little old ladies as children, and then bloom suddenly into women who look like young girls when they're past the prime of life.

It would be a terrible mistake to snub her family. The man who marries a Capricorn girl marries her relatives. There's no point in thinking that yours is different. She's not. Somewhere along the line, you'll stop laughing at mother-in-law jokes (you may cry instead). Many times, the Saturn female is the sole support of her family, financially or morally or both. She may care for an ill parent with devotion to the point of relinquishing the idea of marriage completely. Often, she'll enjoy the sacrifice because of her honest love for her family, but even if she re­sents it, her strong sense of responsibility and duty will not permit her to escape.

You might as well resign yourself to flattering your mother-in-law, and hope she's a great gal who's worth it. Don't argue politics with her father, and if you must criticize her brothers and sisters, see that the criticism is constructive, and based on a sincere belief in their po­tentialities. Frequently, Capricorns find themselves bur­dened with distressed or invalid relatives, and the typical goats will never let love, however consuming it might be, cause them to neglect such obligations. You'd better start right out by planning to have a guest room or two for visiting relatives. But there's a reverse benefit. You'll have a wife who is kind and considerate toward your own fam­ily. The Capricorn girl will understand if you have to allo­cate a fixed sum to your parents each week, and she'll probably be a companion to your brothers and sisters. She's the kind of girl you take home to meet mother, and mother approves of her immediately. Since men are so contrary, such instant encouragement can cause them to back away. It's always more fun to fight objections for your lady fair. But you'll only be slicing off your nose to spite your heart, because your mother is right. The Capricorn girl, if she's a typical Saturn woman, will make an excellent wife. The home of a Capricorn woman often looks so effortlessly spotless and smooth-running you'd think there were little fairies and elves hiding in the comers, working away furiously after midnight to shine and polish and cook and clean.

Most Capricorns save their rainbow thinking for history and heroic deeds of the past. Since she worships tradition, and reveres those who have overcome obstacles to gain success, it's easier for her to get sentimental over the Gettysburg address than to get enthusiastic over your latest wild scheme. Actually, she's a true romantic, with greater imagination than the scatterbrains with unreal fantasies. Every January girl has haunting poetry in her soul, but she doesn't have much sympathy for poets who starve in attics. Take care of the food and rent and then pursue the dream, whatever it may be, is the Capricorn motto. Also make sure that the dream is worth pursuing. She sees nothing glamorous or magical about failure.

Patiently help your Capricorn woman overcome her lack of personal confidence. She's not unimaginative just be­cause she doesn't court delusion. Try on a couple of her practical dreams for size, and you'll find they're surprisingly comfortable. Stubbornness may be one of her vices, but she's not a whiner or a nervous nag. She'll push you toward success, yet be tender and devoted. In spite of her modest, often gentle ways, she'll know just how to twist you around her little finger. There's a deep richness in her love that's more lasting than the brittle, scorching, demanding love of other women. Who says she doesn't believe in fairy tales? Only a wise Capricorn maiden could look deep into the eyes of an awkward frog and see that he's really a prince in disguise. Not only that-if you marry her, you’ll never run out of clean socks.