I'm finally on the Barack train

And these wonderful pics did it for me...if only I could figure out how to link them.

Vote OBAMA!

Hillary for Secretary of State....

End of the contract as we know it

And I feel freaked out.

Everyone get that 90s reference?

When I was moving one time, my roommate Andy pointed out to me that I had a lot of cds from the 90s--Sting, REM, Arrested Development, etc .  I am just now realizing that's because I worked at Camelot Records for those 4 weeks or so in my senior year in high school. I was mostly placed in the cassingle section, but I did spend some time in CDs.  I was really tooty back then...so I would lay a stinker and then slide down the Cassingle wall and hope that Camelot Customers would blame it on one of the community college kids who worked there full-time.

I also stockpiled cds when I joined the cd clubs.  You know, where you could get 12 cds for the price of 1.  BMI?  

Anyway, I hearted REM a ton a ton a ton.

What I don't heart right now is the economy that results in me not having another contract once this one is up.

I keep saying I'll get a job dog-walking, or start to babysit....but that money doesn't compare at all to a job job....so I've got to save my pennies.

Maybe this blog will become the quirky story of a girl forced to save, but along the way, she discovers herself, true love and the meaning of friendship.

Except, I haven't been wasting my dollars on designer bags and fabulous dresses.  I mean, I did buy some stuff at Banana Republic this summer for work, and we can all admit that's pretty high-end for me.  But, I still have pleather brown boots that hurt my feet (take that boot makers) because I'm not willing to spend more then $50 on new boots that will probably have a heel, be too narrow for my wide foot and not practical for downtown commuting.

What do you do with the boots if you wear them at work and at home?  Do you commute back and forth in your snow boots, and then put the boots in an extra bag?  Where does your lunch fit in?

I get confused on these issues.

But, for now, I don't have to worry about any of that because I DON'T HAVE A JOB at the end of this week.

Yikes.

If you have a nice, cool, awesome job, please let me know!

I can do media planning, buying, research, I can sell advertising, I can do marketing tasks, I can analyze data like no one's business.

But what I'm really interested in doing is maybe working on a tv set or film for this winter.  Or, doing some production work or something.

HELP!!!!!  Or these children will not get my hand-me-downs to play dress up or a borders gift card from Aunt Becky this Christmas.....

My mom is making me laugh this fall

All the time.

She's finally started to watch the Apes online, and her comments are hilarious.  She hates the judges, doesn't always understand what's going on with the scenes she sees ("I didn't get that you were Lewis and Clark, so I had to watch it again"), and speculates that the Apes aren't fair judges.

We all know that, and sometimes it plays to our advantage and other times disadvantage, blah blah blah. 

But, her thoughts and advice on what I should do for the challenges are really funny...she is seeing that boys are winning, and that there's a lot of male nudity, so her suggestion for last week was for me to dress like a boy, stuff my pants ("with a pickle!"), wear a vulgar t-shirt, and use my chest ("But don't get naked, honey.").

This week, for the dance challenge, "You should do a belly dance!"  

And my niece Alli has been using the word bullshit, which is completely inappropriate for a two-year old, but her use of it has been completely appropriate.  So, my mom's advise for dealing with the judges "Tell them...This is BULLSHIT.  You're all assholes."

My mom's always had some sass to her, but she's a lady who would never confront someone, preferring to bottle it up inside.  But between my dad getting sick again this year, and her approaching 70, there is no stopping her right now.

And I love it.

They are coming to the show next week....

I'm off to go work on my dancing!

Happy Friday everyone.

This weather is BULLSHIT!

The Moment after, the Night after, the Day after

It's Tuesday and it's really really fall.

Today was a great day...I got a job lead, I am doing laundry, I have cooked pasta to eat, I have an avocado and two red peppers and a book to read.

I try to let Tuesdays go a bit in terms of Apes....I generate ideas but try not to force it.

Last night was really fun.  I got to sing with a really great band, and we're going to try to go see them on Thursday as a cast...so that's very cool.

I am in last place again for apes.

Sigh.  It happens.  It will be what it is.

I am going home to Ohio for over a week at Turkey Day!  So excited!

Elections are coming UP!

Good bye

Falling into the past

So, this week, I was reminded that even though a show can consume MY life, it isn't consuming everyone else.  It's good to get perspective.

Last week on Apes, I lost.  Why do I phrase it like that?  Well, dear readers, I am completely, absolutely 100% competitive.

On a good day, it plays out well---I get my stuff done, I am inspired and creative and just competing with myself like the books that tell you how to live a good life encourage you to do.

"A little competition is a good thing, human.  But don't let it go too far or it's self-destructive!"

On a bad day, I get super super pissed, a little bit depressed, a bit more defeated and unmotivated and don't even feel like bothering to try.

This apes show has been mostly good days...and this week continues to be.

But oh man, I was freaking pissed off last Monday.

Without going into it, I lost.  And, I lost for the scene that I chose to do, so I should be ready for it.  It wasn't my best performance ever or my best-written scene.  But, the scene was what I wanted to do from the beginning.  And the judging was what it was.  

But what surprised me the most is what always surprises me about myself (lots of self-indulgence going on here, dear readers)...I am really freaking competitive.

So, here's to another week of good days and managing that competitive spirit and being a little bit bad sometimes.

This week was also nice because I got to be reminded of the past, both good and bad.  I had three mini-reunions with old friends--from Tatham, from my old writing group Bette and online with the Tower Players from college.  How nice it is to remember these really formative groups.  That sentence just sounded like my grandma could have written it.

But seriously, I loved it so much.

On the bad front, I saw a person from the past that I could do without seeing.  Just have no room for that person in my life.  And person chose to force the issue.  I will not engage.  I will not person.  Go away and stay away.  Time does not make it all ok.

In real news (instead of personal vendettas and reflections on self), I am wrapping up my job, and don't have another one lined up.

So, maybe I'll be dogwalking again?  Or, living on ramen noodles (their sales are sky high because of the economy.  I feel like people (including myself) lob that word around like they do global warming.  It's tough, because of the ECONOMY.  I am worried about my mortgage because of the ECONOMY. Blah blah blah).

Anyway, two more weeks and then I am done.

Last night, Andy and I went to see Nick and Norah's infinite playlist at the fancy theatre in Evanston.  Those ceilings are so tall!  We got popcorn, and snuck Diet Dr Peppers into the theatre.  Although we lost our popcorn in a tragic arm shifting incident, the DDPs were delish and the company was delighftul.

I really enjoyed the movie---that Michael Cera is really great as that character he plays.  And everyone seemed so cool and hip for high school kids.  Parking seemed very easy for both a large band van and a small ironic car.  They never had to look for it, but always seemed to running up on curbs, but then not caring too much.  Ha ha ha we're teenagers!  

But, it was really good. I'm going to go read some reviews so I can now what I'm supposed to think and say about it.

Today,  I was going to ride down to the green market but all those organic farmers with hefty shoulders, hot beards and canvas money aprons have probably packed it up for the day so I'm lounging in the office, thinking about breakfast sandwiches from Potbelly's and going for a stroll.

enjoy your saturday.  the leaves are changing.  pick out your pumpkins.

ps--My stupid Mac won't let me see the pics I chose, so I randomly chose this one and posted it.

I don't know if it matches the blog entry at all....