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| One of my favorite songs |
| 03.31.04 (2:24 pm) [edit] |
Just wanted to share the lyrics of one of my favorite songs..... Spirit of the West Political I was tired of being put right down by myself for not being what you thought you had found pulled hard in two directions by a desire to learn and my old affections when i tried to share my world with you you could not seem to tolerate the people i had grown to love they shrank under your scrutiny, became the ones you'd hate why did everything, every little thing every little thing with you and me have to be so political? i was feeling a little underwhelmed about hanging around with you and feeling over cautious every word, every little look, every little sign every little phrase put me deeper in your doghouse you'd let me out to run across your world i ran into a wall you told me i built you then you'd reel me in, ream me out, pick me up push me out again -and then repeat it - chorus - too busy tripping on my tongue to try and stand my ground i can still see myself crying in your lap asking you are you happy with the man you have found? i'm greatful for what you did for me i can see things now i never would have seen today i thought about what could have been but could never be for you and me because everything, every little thing every little thing wtih you and me had to be so political |
| I can't even imagine.... |
| 03.31.04 (2:02 pm) [edit] |
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Child Can't Feel Pain All I can say is wow. k |
| Hit me with your best shot |
| 03.31.04 (1:10 pm) [edit] |
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Got to hear a little Pat Benetar at lunch today. It has been ages since I heard "Hit me". It got me to thinking of music I loved as a kid. Or songs that remind me of that time even if I didn't actually like the songs. Other songs that make me think of being a kid 1) Abracadabra... Steve Miller 2) Jump... Van Halen 3) Crocodille Rock ... Elton John (had it on 45) 4) I'm Still Standing... E.J. 5) Sweet Dreams Eurythmics 6) Hungry Like the Wolfe.... Duran Duran 7) Hit Me With Your Best Shot... Pat B Well, there are a lot more, but these are the ones that jump to mind righ away.... not sure why these stuck, but they are there for good k |
| Sigh... when will I learn? |
| 03.31.04 (11:04 am) [edit] |
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I am such a dufus sometimes. I agreed to pick up a shift at the bookstore tomorrow night. And one on Sunday. I am now regretting it, but there is no way to back out. I am poor at the moment, so the cash will be nice. I just wish I wasn't so friggin' tired. Just feel like whining a bit... don't mind me. Lunch is in a little bit so I will problably feel better when I come back. k |
| Kate's Creepy Club... the Beginning |
| 03.31.04 (7:33 am) [edit] |
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Friends used to say that it there was a creepy guy in a fifteen mile radius he would find me and get a crush on me. It didn't help that I worked a lot of public service jobs, that didn't always attract a high calibre of clientele. I am talking McDonalds, a video store, public library and a couple bookstores. Were did it all begin? My mom has the same problem so I am thinking it might be genetic. Luckily for both of us we don't work with the public as much as we used to and are a bit more sheltered from the unwashed masses. I first noticed a problem when I was working at a McDonald's before I went to college. I mentioned Tom yesterday, but I don't think I really got his character down. From what I understand he asked everygirl out, most said no. I was tired from a double shift and he cornered me in the breakroom. I had regrets the moment I said yes. (But part of me didn't want to go to college without ever having had a date) We went to a resturant, a little fancier than I had wished. It was an awkward meal. He and I had nothing in common. I think he was probably 8-10 years older than I was... which if I was 17 he was 25-28. Just a bit to old, but dumber than shit. And a little scary too. He paid and wasn't going to leave a tip, so I just mentioned we should. He put the change down on the table and we left. As he was pulling out in to traffic he started freaking out that our server didn't give him his change. I calmly told him that he left it as a tip. He calmed down and we proceeded to go see Point Break. I really just wanted to go home. Part way into the movie he started hitting my knee. I just ignored him and prayed for the end of the movie. I pleaded sickness when it was over and had him take me home. Of course when I got back to work he had told all the guys that he was putting the moves on me. My response was that I didn't see any moves. Tom then did the "I paid for everything and she didn't put out" posturing. Luckily I was leaving for school in a few weeks and didn't have to worrry about him anymore. I had almost forgotten him, until a few years later I went home to visit my family and my stepmom and I took my sisters to McDonalds and he was still there, hadn't moved up the ladder at all... still working grill. He sent the lobby girl over to say hi to me for him and to tell me that he really thought we needed to talk. She asked if I was dating him... and I almost screamed NO!, but refrained. She said good because she was. I wanted to tell her she was 12 and he was 30, but I refrained from that too. I was a bit of a coward and snuck out the other way. I figured if I talked to him I would probably end up dead in his closet. Tom was just the beginning.... and I am sure I will fill you in on Psycho Mike, Larry the toothless wonder, Hutch the gravedigger.... and many many more. k |
| You deserve a break today. |
| 03.30.04 (2:40 pm) [edit] |
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I was just surfing around on IMDB and came across the first date movie I ever went to. The gem we saw? Point Break No wonder there wasn't a second date? I wonder if Tom is still at McDonalds? (He was there 5 years after that one date... which probably would have put him at 28... ) He was more than a little creepy. More on Kate's Creepy Club later.... k |
| St Lucy piece |
| 03.30.04 (10:31 am) [edit] |
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This from an old journal and just though it was fun... and it is on today's Dream theme... I was on a saint kick for awhile... k " Last night I dreamed I was St. Lucy standing holding my eyes in my hads. Only new eyes didn't grow to replace the ones I had plucked from their sockets. I tried to stuff the old ones back into their old home, but they no longer fit. I glanced around the room from the palm of my hand. Where were my followers? Wasn't that part of being a Saint? Wasn't I supposed to help them feel closer to God? Obviously they were out supporting someone else. Throwing themselves on the fire as some other soon to be saint burned. This isn't how the angels told me it would be. Martyrdom is the best thing going on. Or so he told me. If I spurned all suitors but Christ I would feel no pain. That I could go weeks without food and not persih. Well, Let me tell you, plucking your eyes from their sockets is no easy task. There is no way to decribe teh pain. This is the last time I trust and angel. Even if an archangel comes down himself to ask it of me. My eyes are now threaded on a string and I wear them like a necklace. Watching the world from a new vantage point. Could it start a trend. " |
| Dream Analysis needed |
| 03.30.04 (8:02 am) [edit] |
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I had a couple of dreams last night that could probably use some analysis. The first was me riding around on a bus with a lot of different women. Some of them I knew from work and others were ones I normally see on the bus. I think they live in a halfway house for drug and alcohol addicts. Anyway, we were had all these recipts and presents. It felt like we were doing one of those Christmas Angels deals, where people pick a family off the tree and buy presents. We were trying to match them up. Only none of them seemed to match. And most of what we purchased were glass knick knacks and voltive holders. We give up and get off the bus only to almost be run over by this woman driving a black trans am with fluorescent green and orange trim... she was dressed in matching clothes. That was it.... I hit the car and the dream was over. The second involved someone who seemed to be a cross between my brother and my friend BJ (hee hee guys) And there was a new girl friend and her family. The dad sent the guy out to get videos.... he came back with X Files episodes, exercise videos and porn. I say I need to go home and now BJ and my brother are 2 different people. My brother and I say we are going to walk home, which isn't far away, but they make us take a van. We end up at our childhood home..... and then my alarm went off Help. k |
| What is the world coming to? |
| 03.29.04 (11:41 am) [edit] |
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There was a similar item where parents had to call the police on their son when he freaked out because they unplugged his video game to make him go to bed.... k "HONG KONG (Reuters) - A 14-year-old Hong Kong girl flew into a rage and chased her mother around their flat with a knife and wooden pole after she confiscated the teenager's mobile phone, a police spokeswoman said on Monday. The terrified mother locked herself in the bedroom and police arrived at the scene on Saturday to see the girl in a frenzy, hacking at the door with the knife. "They had to use pepper spray to subdue the girl before they could rescue the mother," the spokeswoman said. The mother sustained slight injury to her arm, but no charges were made. Social workers are now handling the case. " |
| Hallmark moment for my dad |
| 03.29.04 (10:45 am) [edit] |
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I told Cyberpal that I would write a blog on my dad... and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was a good idea. I probably should wait until Father's Day, but knowing me I will forget what I want to say. :D So here is another Hallmark moment for you.... My parents split up... oh god, was I in the 5th grade? I know they divorced when I was in the 6th grade. For a long time I didn't realize how lucky I was. I saw my dad all the time. My parents had joint custody which meant I spent 3 days at one house 4 at the other... but it wasn't that easy. It was more like 1 day here, 2 days there, 2 days here..... But my dad was always there. He wasn't just a "Paycheck" dad. When I was younger I considered him to be a bit of the Absent Minded Professor. He has taught high school physics (and a bit of math & computers) for the last 32 yrs. (He is just finishing his masters in Medical Physics so he can start a new career) I remember going up to school with him when I was younger and watching the class roll bowling balls off the roof for a science expermiment. He made physics fun... which considering that I am so not scientifically inclined is saying something. (One disadvantage to having a cool dad is that I had a friend who thought he was "Hot" which grossed me out a bit.... ) He is a man of many hobbies... He did stain glass, made candles, brewed beer, did wood carving. I have him to thank for my crafty nature. He has taken classes on the scientific properties of paint. He even made display racks for my jewelry. My dad, brother and I share the same sort of warped since of humor. We love the Onion, great names (I waited on a woman whose name was Hogg-Call.... honest to god and I had to call him as soon as she left the store) and puns. My stepmom just sort of looks at us some times and shakes her head and wanders off to another room. I am sure there are a lot more stories I could tell, but this gives you an idea of why I think my dad rocks. I will have to give my mom equal time later.... |
| blah |
| 03.29.04 (8:26 am) [edit] |
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Okay, so I think I am going to spend most of the morning yawning. I was even in bed by 10:30... which I think is a new record for me. Usually it is pushing 1 am before I am in bed with lights out. It is rainy and overcast here, as it usually is in early spring. *sigh* My stepmom drove me back to Ann Arbor after the sewage incident. It was nice because she and I don't often have a chance to spend much time together by ourselves. I took a nap as soon as I said goodbye. Spent some time being social on the phone. Ordered pizza and had a drink. I think it was the best pizza I have had in ages. I was online for a brief moment and my sister said my parents were still working on the basement. Hopefully they get it all taken care of soon. Well, I should probably do some work since I was out on Friday.... more later. k |
| Sewage and thank god for Rubbermaid |
| 03.28.04 (12:57 pm) [edit] |
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Well, I hoped to be on my way home by now, but we have a slight problem. We were sitting at the table and heard a big crash in the basement. My dad ventured downstairs only to find water (and sewage) taking over the basement. The crash was from some bottles that were sitting on a cardboard box that collapsed from the water. We are now waiting on some to unclog the drain. My dad, sisters, cousin Colleen and I have carried lots of stuff outside to try and salvage what we can. A lot of it is just going to the dump tomorrow. We were lucky that my Stepmom is a big fan of Rubbermaid. It saved a lot of stuff from being ruined. My sisters, Emily and Julia, are a hoot. They keep saying this like "What happens if they can't fix it and we can never go use the water in the house?" (My response was sell the house.)"What if we have to go the the bathroom?" When we told Emily that she could go to the bathroom she just couldn't flush, she said that was gross. My dad said it wasn't as gross and peeing your pants. (Love my dad!) They worry a lot about a lot of things. Off to help with more cleaning.... k |
| Big Hair and Hallmark Moments |
| 03.27.04 (11:24 pm) [edit] |
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Just got home from seeing Guys and Dolls at the high school my parents teach at. It was the first time I have been in that auditorium since I was a senior there and in the fall childrens play. Talk about a flashback.... first seeing old friends at the bazaar and then stopping by old stomping grounds. I had so much fun doing the plays... even though I was never really more than chorus. At least the show never depened on my ability to sing.... which no one would pay to hear. I remember the time spent putting sets together, sponging the flats to look like brick. Some of the best hours of my life were spent working on those plays. One thing I had forgotten was that the auditorium sucks. The stage is small and in a big musical you have to be careful no one stomps on your feet. As an audience member during the first part I had a woman with big hair in front of me and could't see around her. My stepmom had a lady with "bird nest'" hair in front of her. Emily was laughing so hard at that comment that she was in tears. (I forget how easily amused the young can be.) After intermission we rearranged seats so my sister Julia could see better. Only the people ahead of us moved too. Bird Nest lady moved away, only had Rectangle Man in front of me. The man's head was almost as wide as his sholders. I really enjoy these trips home... I never thought I would say that, but it is true. My sisters are fun. I wish I could spend more time with them. Well, I guess I am feeling sentimental. More later... k |
| Scary hair and fat asses |
| 03.27.04 (4:45 pm) [edit] |
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Well, I survived the craft bazaar... I did pretty well, but only thanks to family and friends. It was an experience to say the least. Lots of Helmet hair, shirts with holiday decals and shelf butts. It wasn't the right market for my jewelry, but atleast I made some sales. Also, I saw 3 old friends, 2 of whom I haven't seen in years. So it was a postive event, but one I was glad ended. I am now gearing up for the 4 day adventure that is ann arbor art fair .... I have 3 1/2 months to build up my stamina. :D More later... when my brain has settled. k |
| Vertigo and other misc. items |
| 03.26.04 (5:07 pm) [edit] |
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Finally online today. I took the day off and slept a good deal of it. The Dr. said that more than likely I have a virus and a touch of vertigo. Which would explain the dizziness. I just got back from running a quick errand downtown and feel like s**t. I hope I do okay tomorrow. I have to spend 8 hours on my feet. Well, I hope it is on my feet... if I am sitting too much it means I am not selling any jewelry. My dad should be here in a few hours to pick me up... glad I don't have to drive. Other than that not much going on. I have been finishing up last minute things for tomorrow. I am really happy with some of the jewelry I have made recently. I just wish I was able to spend more on supplies because there are lots of things I would like to try. But I guess this just forces me to be more creative. Which can't be bad. Well, I will try to write some from my folkes house.... Everyone have a lovely Friday. k |
| Feeling Woozy |
| 03.25.04 (10:46 am) [edit] |
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Well, my mom made me make a doctor's appointment for today. I have been woozy and nauseous for the last 5 days. I haven't been able to eat much and I sure that isn't helping. At least I know I am not pregnant. I am not sick enough to stay home, but a little too out of it to be at work... which is why I am blogging instead of working. He will probably tell me it is a virus and there isn't anything to he can do about it. *sigh* I don't make a good patient.. . usually I just hide in my apartment and try not to inflict my whiney personality on anyone. k |
| Rant... but just a small one |
| 03.25.04 (7:36 am) [edit] |
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I am not one to rant about things often. Well, okay I rant in my head, but I don't feel the need to share with the world, but today I feel like sharing.(Aren't you lucky) And as far as rants go this is a minor one. First a little background info for you. One of my jobs is at a independant bookstore. I am a big supporter of the little guy. I shop local whenever I can. I know this isn't always possible, but I try to encourage people to do so when it is. Secondly I don't understand the obsession with coffee. I don't even like the smell. I don't understand the need for it to be in every gorcery store on the planet. Or why people would pay $5 for a drink that isn't alcoholic. But this could just be me. Why the rant about coffee? Well, it isn't really about the coffee exactly, but about Starbucks. A new one is opening near the bookstore I work. Now I am going to have to look at their scary logo all the time... I sware that woman is giving people the evil eye. My biggest gripe with Starbuck's (other than I think they are overpriced and their pasteries aren't very good.)is that they don't offer glass glasses for their drinks. They only have ones you throw away. I walk by a Starbucks every morning and every morning there are 4 trash containers overflowing with coffee cups. I emailed the company and asked what their policy on recycling and why they didn't offer glasses... their response was that it was up to the individual store. Well of course no store is going to choose to by glassware when paper is so much cheaper. So here is what I am asking if you have read this far. If you buy coffee at Starbucks (And I think I am 1 of 10 people in the world that doesn't drink coffee) call or write the store and ask for glassware. Or if they have a suggestion box fill it with cards asking for the same. The Onion has had several great articles on Starbucks... one can be found Here the other is in one of their books and it is about "Newest Starbucks opens in bathroom of current Starbucks". Lewis Black also has a great Starbucks piece on his cd "End of the Universe". Thanks for letting me vent. k |
| Favorite sitings in Ann Arbor |
| 03.24.04 (10:58 am) [edit] |
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Things I have seen on the streets of Ann Arbor that make me smile... 1) An woman running in spike heels wearing a neckbrace 2) A teen with afro poofs dancing to music on her headphones while eating a chicken leg 3) Michael Jacson... seriously, there is a guy here who stands on the street corner and dances to MJ songs... He is really good. 4) As I mentioned earlier the Tim Horton Ladies make me smile. 5) Preacher Man.. he wanders up and down the streets giving really intense sermons. Sometimes he is scary. 6) When the warm weather comes around we get lots of preachers on the Diag which is near where I work. They aren't as fun as #5, but still amusing 7) During Art Fair last year I saw an amazing Drag Queen in a camouflage mini dress. I swear she was about 8 feet tall. Just beautiful. Friends said they saw her on other days in other great outfits, but I missed them. 9) A bumper sticker that said "It is alright to hate the Dutch." That one just made me go "huh?". 10) There are all sorts of crazy art cars in town. One covered in plastic dinasaurs. Another painted with the outline of leaves. Several that have no reall theme... just look really cool. I am sure there are more, but those are the ones that come to mind. This is why I don't mind being carless in Ann Arbor. If I was driving everywhere I would miss a lot of this. |
| Spalding Gray |
| 03.24.04 (8:42 am) [edit] |
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I just finished listening the Terry Gross memorial to Spalding Gray on Fresh Air. It was really a touching show. If you are a fan of his then I would really recommend you listen to the show. k |
| Bad start to the day |
| 03.24.04 (7:39 am) [edit] |
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In past years I had a tendancy to oversleep so I have 2 alarms. Both of them across the room so I can't just reach over and turn them off, I have to get up to do that. By the time I have gotten up to turn off the second alarm I am usually awake. Last night I only set one. Luckily I never went back to sleep... just sort of drifted for about 20 minutes. No problem I will just grab a bagel on my way to work. While walking to work the skies opened and I am soaked. I get my bagel at Tim Hortons only they over cook it. I hate a burned bagel. By the time I get to work I just want to sit at my computer and whine about my day so far... only the office isn't open yet and I had to sit out in the hall waiting for someone with a key to open the door. I need to find some aspirin. On a lighter note the ladies a T.H. always make me laugh. They remind me of the line from High Fidelity where John Cusack and Dan Akroyd talk about the dwarf assassins from Manila.... the T.H. ladies are very short and if not sisters look eerily alike. And although they are usually in a fine move I can also see them getting pissed enough to do someone in. k |
| Feeling Antsy |
| 03.23.04 (1:44 pm) [edit] |
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Maybe it is that I know spring is coming that I feel so antsy. My emotions are all over the place. (And it isn't PMS) I can't sit still, but I want to sleep a lot. I have been questioning what it is I should be doing. Something feels like it is missing , but I can't identify what it is. It is very frustrating. Going through old journals hasn't been helping any. I start thinkiing about the past and for me that isn't really a good thing. Well, usually it is okay, but when I am in a mood like I am currently I just spiral downward. Maybe this blog thing will help me work it all out. aarg k |
| Books to inspire creativity |
| 03.23.04 (8:25 am) [edit] |
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Here are books that inspire me creatively 1) Journey is the Destination by Dan Eldon 2) Anything by Nick Bantok 3) Merchant of Marvels and the Peddler of Dreams by Frederic Clement 4) Anything by Natalie Goldberg 5) Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott There are more, but I don't have them near me to remember.... k |
| Books to make you laugh |
| 03.23.04 (7:30 am) [edit] |
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I have been making a lot of lists lately. They force me to think things through. My last few posts have been a bit more serious so, here is my list for Books That Make Me Laugh.... 1) Youth In Revolt C.D. Payne 2) Anything by David Sedaris 3) Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach 4) Lucky You by Carl Hiassan 5) Idiot Girls Action Adventure Club by Laurie Notaro 6) Autobiography of a Fat Bride by Laurie Notaro 7) Anything by Bill Bryson 8) Blood Sucking Fiends by Christopher Moore 9) Any of the Onion books 10) Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman I know there are more, but 10 is enough for now. Let me know what you think and if there are any you would add to the list. k |
| More house cleaning finds |
| 03.22.04 (7:17 pm) [edit] |
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I was going through more journals and here is an entry from Sep 2, 2001.... "Trying to remember the past. Nothing comes into focus. Brief moments shimmer and then fade away again. Where have they gone? I remember emotions- overhwelming depression, anxiety, fear and others I am unable to name. I listen to friends talk about their childhood memories and in a way I am evious. I want to remember peoples names and what my third grade teacher wore. I have few real memories unitl the 8th grade being tormented by my peers. Maybe I don't want to know, maybe in this instance ignorance is bliss. Most of my childhood memories are gifts from my Mom. Of course hers are more joyful than mine. She has told the stories over and over again until they have become ingrained in my memory." A little creepy considering what I just wrote a couple of hours ago... maybe it is all coming together for a reason. k |
| Forgetting the past |
| 03.22.04 (4:48 pm) [edit] |
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I am always amazed at how well some of my friends remember their k-12 years. (Lynne and Gary specifically) I don't remember many people from those years... even those I considered friends. If I am lucky I remember a first name, but after that it is usually a loss. Maybe I only remember the ones who have hurt me in someway... I remember Betty's name and others like her. I remember people I was really close too, but not those I was sort of close to. A couple of years ago I was visiting my grandma in the nursing home and a nurse came up and asked if I was Katie Kehoe. I said yes and she proceeded to tell me that her daughter was in my Girl Scout troop... for the life of me I couldn't remember who in the hell this girl was. This sort of thing happens pretty frequently. Am I that easy to remember? I would like those people to forget me like I have forgotten them. Then I would be spared the embarassment of not knowing who they are. Anyone else have this happen to them?
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| Movie Party recap |
| 03.22.04 (7:49 am) [edit] |
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During the long long Michigan winters I have a movie party once a month to relieve the boredom. It also gives me a chance to make way too much food. Last night was one of the parties of the season... I think I have one more in me. Usually I pick a comedy I think is underrated for some reason and try and to help it gain a little popularitie. Past films include; Better Off Dead, I'm Gonna Get You Sucka, 16 Candles and Not Another Teen Movie. I have always picked comedies because I think it is easier for groups to handle... and as a hostess I don't think I should be crying, which would happen if we watched a drama. Last night I veered from my normal pattern with the choice of Mariah Carey's "Glitter". I was joking when I mentioned it, but most of the people who came were all about "Glitter". It was bad. That is the nicest way to put it. We talked though most of it... noting how she didn't look like an 80s girl... hair and makeup weren't crazy enough. We kept track of the moving sliver stripe. We laughed a lot which is what these parties are about. As alway I had too much food... I made this insane chocolate cake with sweetened condensed milk, hot fudge and cool whip. There is a lot left and i am going to have to find someone to give it too. Also on the menue were Pumpkin biscuits and oatmeal cinnamon chip cookies. And some healthy veggies thrown in to balance everything out. Now I just have to think of what to watch for next month. k |
| Cleaning House |
| 03.21.04 (1:39 pm) [edit] |
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I have been trying to make order of the chaos that is my apartment recently. It isn't as bad as it used to be but there is still a lot of STUFF that needs to be delt with. I found a small stash of old poetry journals (I know more are lurking in storage.) I started flipping through them and realized once again what utter crap they are. I mean really trulybad. But one of the memories that came back while looking through them was my friend Betty. Well, she is no longer a friend and you will see why shortly. When I was 19 I left Michigan and went to Tennessee to live with my mom for awhile... I hated MI and wanted to try something new. It didn't work out and after two years I would be on my way back to the Mitten State. Shortly before I was due to move back my stepmom sent me a package of poems Betty had written for the teen section of the local newspaper. As I looked through them I realized that they seemed familiar. All of them did. I pulled out some of my journals and the poems Betty had submitted were my poems. I can't remember now the exact number of poems, but I believe it was 10 or 12 over the course of a couple of months. I can't begin to say how completely betrayed I felt by her actions. I had given her the poems because I knew she worked at the paper. Told her if they need filler they could use some if they wanted. Never did I think I would have to tell her to put my name on them. I called her and confronted her. (I had talked to her just days before I got the package.) I told her I was going to call her boss and explain what was happening. B told me that it had been really hard for her to put her name on my poems. My response was that maybe it was hard the first time, but certainly not the 10th. The end of the story is that B lost a 40 hr a week paid internship. Her boss said that because she was still in school they weren't going to note the reason she was let go, because they didn't want to ruin a career before it started. They published my poems together and said they had been mislabled. I never heard from B again. One good thing that came out of this whole mess was that my stepmom and I really bonded in a way we had never done before. She really took up the cause and called the paper and didin't let the paper back down. It was my first real indication that we could have a relationship. It is amazing the memories a few sheets of paper can conjure up. If you have read though all of this I applaud you. I am now off to make snacks for my movie party. Have a great Sunday, k |
| Just ramblings.... |
| 03.20.04 (7:23 pm) [edit] |
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My brother is getting married this summer and he and his fiancee are back in town for the weekend. Well, his fiancee is here for 2 weeks, he is only here for the weekend. I didn't get to see my brother as he was dragged off for his bachelor party. I was went to the bridal shower. It was actually better than I thought it would be. They didn't make us play any games!!!!! I went with my stepmom and my sister Julia (Emily had to stay home). After the shower we went shopping and found quite a bit of stuff on clearance. I manged to buy some jewelry at Claire's that I am going to take apart and make into something new. I can't wait to see what I can do with it. I have a craft bazaar next weekend, my first official one. I have sold at fairs before, but only as a tag along. This one I had to apply to. I am hopping that it goes well as I could use the cash. There are a lot of things coming up this Spring jewelry wise. Hopefully I will be able to pay off some more bills when it is all over. Well, I wish I had something more exciting to say... maybe later. k |
| Book addict in recovery? |
| 03.19.04 (9:21 am) [edit] |
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I have been a book person for as long as I can remember. My mom tells the story of me crying because I couldn't read and how I was afraid they weren't going to let me a in to kindergarten. (I was a geek even at 4.) Here I am 26 years later and still in love with the written word. Most of my jobs have been book related. I currently work in an university library and a discount bookstore. I have had furniture surrounded by books. Countless friends have let me know in no uncertain terms that they are not going to help me move ever ever again. A couple years ago I decided that I need to weed some of my collection a task I have never undertaken before. It was hard, but not as hard as I thought. I think I donated about 400 books to the public library. Then a year and a half ago a neighbor (Zara) and I decided to move into one of the 2 bedroom apartments and try and save some money. She didn't feel the same about books as furniture as I did so I knew I needed to have a second weeding. This was much easier. I think I probably gave my parents 500+ books to sell in their yard sale. Zara is now in Iowa and I have the apt to myself, but I am not going to let myself get back to the books as furniture stage. In fact I just sold about 150 books to a bookstore here in town and I have books posted on Amazon. There is also about 150 more books to go in a yard sale. Does this mean I am over my addiction? Not by a long shot. I have a huge Children's and YA collection which I am currently doing an inventory of. I have 498 listed and probably another 600-700 to go. Not sure since most of them are in boxes and kids books can be pretty thin. Beyond the kids books I collect weird fact books, medieval/renaissance books on women/Families and art/architecture, jewelry books and "I can't believe there is a book on this" books. Good thing I get them all fairly cheap at work. More on books later... k |
| Locks of Love Pt II |
| 03.18.04 (8:17 pm) [edit] |
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Well, my hair is 10 inches shorter than it was this afternoon. It is actually longer than I thought it was going to be... It is about chin length and I thought it would be an inch or 2 shorther. I am actually feeling okay about it being gone, already I am very happy it is gone. It has just been awhile since I had shorter hair. My hair grows quickly so I tend to be okay with cutting it. I just had a fear that I would look like I had a Charlie Brown Head. After the hair cut I stopped by the pub to say hi and have a celebratory drink. Now I am eating Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk Ice Cream and wishing it wasn't snowing out. I must say life is good. k |
| Locks of Love Pt II |
| 03.18.04 (8:16 pm) [edit] |
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Well, my hair is 10 inches shorter than it was this afternoon. It is actually longer than I thought it was going to be... It is about chin length and I thought it would be an inch or 2 shorther. I am actually feeling okay about it being gone, already I am very happy it is gone. It has just been awhile since I had shorter hair. My hair grows quickly so I tend to be okay with cutting it. I just had a fear that I would look like I had a Charlie Brown Head. After the hair cut I stopped by the pub to say hi and have a celebratory drink. Now I am eating Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk Ice Cream and wishing it wasn't snowing out. I must say life is good. k |
| Locks of Love |
| 03.18.04 (11:35 am) [edit] |
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Well, I finally made my appointment to have my hair chopped off for LOL. I probably should have let it grow out a few more inches, but I am really tired of it snarling all the time. It is almost as if it wants to be in dreds. I have been growing my hair out for a couple years now, but in the last 6 months I decided that I could grow it out a few more inches for LOL. I will write more after it is cut... I haven't had short (above the chin) hair in years. It is a bit scary. I will probably write more after it is gone. k |
| Documentaries |
| 03.18.04 (7:47 am) [edit] |
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Not sure why, but I have been on a documentaries kick lately. I have watched Paradise Lost, Devil's Playground and Fast Cheap and Out of Control (for the 2nd time). FCAOOC made me cry... seriously. If you haven't seen it one of the segements is about a topiary gardner and he was talking about how he didn't have anyone to pass his skill on to because no one is patient enough for the work. I highly recommend the movie. On my list of ones to see; Spellbound, Winged Migration, American Movie and more that I can think of this early. I also need to finish watching the Gleaners and I. Any that someone wants to recommend to me would be great. Have a lovely morning, k |
| Can you judge a person by their movie picks? |
| 03.17.04 (8:01 pm) [edit] |
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I think you can tell more by what someone doesn't like than what they do like. I could be wrong, but that is my opnion. Here is a list of my least favorite movies in no praticular order... I am a bit tipsy at the moment so I hope it make sense.... 1) Big Lebowski (I tried several times to make it through this movie, but just couldn't do it.) 2) Gummo (Words can't describe) 3) Saving Private Ryan (Wanted them all to die so I could go home) 4) Four Rooms (just plain painful) 5) Ricochet (W/ Denzel and John Lithgow... the only movie I have ever walked out of in the theater.) I know there is more that I really truly despised, but luckily it has left my memory. I am sure it will come to me at 4 am. It is probably something starring Woody Allen. Here are some favorites in no particular order so you have something to compare my dislikes to. :D 1) Say Anything/High Fidelity/Better Off Dead 2) Thin Man series 3) His Girl Friday (actually most comedies w/Cary Grant... especially those with Katherine Hepburn) 4) Welcome to the Dollhouse 5) Freeway 6) A Fish Called Wanda 7) Donnie Darko 8 ) Dogma 9) Drop Dead Gorgeous 10) Harold and Maude 11) Hedwig and the Angry Inch I worked for 3 years at a video store and probably watched more movies than a person really needs to see. I love movies. I am trying to go back and watch ones I should have seen, but didn't get around to. Though right now I am in a light hearted sort of mood. I can't handle heavy meladramas at the moment. Which means I haven't seen 21 grams and Mystic River. I want movies that I can laugh at.... it looks like some goodones are coming up soon... hopefully they won't dissappoint me. Happy St. Pat's day... k |
| 03.17.04 (1:29 pm) [edit] |
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I didn't think I was going to write anymore today, but I just got back from lunch and was almost run over by several large groups of drunken students wearing green. It made me feel a bit old. I guess this is one of the problems of being in a college town. The students are always going to be in the 18-24 range, while I am now in the over 30 range. For the most part I like being 30, but it is moments like this I just have to shake my head. I am sure I will feel better tomorrow. Some of the comments heard by me (and Carrie): "Going to the bar and getting drunk is so much better than going to class." and "What time are you done working?" "3." "Okay, then I won't start drinking until 3 then"... this was around 11. If started drinking at 11 I would be passed out by 3.... Some of the bars in town opened at 7. How can someone drink at 7 am? Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap. One thing I am sure of is that tomrrow there are going to be some colorful puddles to step around on my way to work. k |
| One Night In Bangkok |
| 03.17.04 (9:53 am) [edit] |
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I am currently listening to a 80s Station on Netscape Radio and they are playing "One Night..." and it reminded me of a series of events that happened a few weeks ago that made me feel like I had fallen into a time warp. Toward the end of my shift I was listening to a segment on NPR about how 80s fashion was making a comeback. Having survived 80s fashion once I am not sure that I can do it a second time. Some of it I enjoyed, but most of it was just bad. As I left work I decided to cut through Angell Hall and I saw a girl wearing capri parachute pants that chinched midcalf. She had on knee high socks (sorry can't remember the color) and SEA FOAM green pumps with a pink bow. Big white shirt and a denim jaket and a very "punky" haircut. Have to give the girl credit, when she goes for a look she doesn't go half way. And if you are trying to pull off a period look you can't just go half way. You just have to jump in without looking. It would be bad enough if it ended there, but wait there's more.... after I left Angell I made my way to the bus station and I saw this man walk by wearing 80s tight jeans, the big clunky white tennis shoes, t-shirt and jean jacket with the sleeves ripped out, very feathered AND carrying a boom box. I couldn't hear, but I am certain he was playing Journey. I went to Arbor Brewing Co. later that night and was telling this very story when one of the servers pulled out these 80s hair books that you find in salons. I about fell over. Were the gods trying to tell me something? Here is the question... is it worse to revisit the 80s or to have never left them? k |
| Longing for Spring |
| 03.17.04 (8:51 am) [edit] |
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I was walking to work this morning (2 days in a row!!) and wondered if Spring was ever going to make it to Michigan. The sidewalks had a fine dusting of snow covering the thicker layer of ice. (Since I have a tendancy to fall a lot I had to walk carefully.) There were some tiny little flowers poking up through the dirt on Saturday, but I am sure that they have decided that they don't want to come out any further. Is anyone else feeling the Mid-March Blahs? k |
| Is the first blog the hardest? |
| 03.17.04 (8:19 am) [edit] |
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Well, after reading my friend Lynne's blog for a few weeks now I decided I would give one a try myself. It doesn't hurt that my boss is out today and I have a little more time to goof off at the computer. Not that I would ever waste company time on personal things. :D A few things about me if you are interested. I have lived in Ann Arbor for almost 7 years which makes me wonder where the hell the years have gone. I work 2 jobs (a university library and a bookstore) to pay for my crazy rent, but living here allows me to not have a car and be okay. I also make and sell jewelry on the side to supplement my income. I enjoy it and it is better than standing on a street corner. My political leanings tend to be on the liberal side, but for the most part I don't enjoy discussing politics. Or religion. (My friend Gary's mother said recently, "If you are going to base your life on a book you should make it the Joy of Cooking" and I think there is something to that.) I have a cat (Moose) who makes me laugh a lot. But I don't think I will ever be a Crazy Cat Lady. More later... k |
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