The Fairy Godmother

Not much to write to day. Worked, was really tired, ate ice cream, chatted. That’s about it.

But I just wanted to talk about someone who I really admire. You meet a lot of people in your life, some good, some bad, some that are forgettable, some that you’ll never forget. Over the past year, I’ve met a lot of new people. Some that I like, some I don’t. Today, I just want to talk about someone who means a lot to me, and who I really kind of look up to in a way.

Rarely in your life do you meet a selfless person. A person who gives, without ever expecting to receive anything in return. So into my life falls the person I like to call the Fairy Godmother. She pops into your life, makes your wishes come true, pops out and never says a thing about it. There are people out there that she has helped who don’t even know it, because she doesn’t want the credit, and I’m sure that the people she HAS helped know of whom I’m talking about. She just wants to make dreams come true, and she’s happy with just knowing that she helped out. And I know it’s not always easy for her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in the spotlight - she shies away from it, her name isn’t known all over, and she rather likes it that way. But I just wanted her to know that she’s appreciated. Because although the people that she’s helped may not know what she’s done, I certainly do. And I love her for trying to make my dreams come true, too, though it hasn’t worked out.

I’m proud to call her my friend, and I’m happy that she calls me a friend (i hope she does, anyway). I’m glad to help her carry out her plans to help other people be happy. And most of all, I’m happy that in a little way, she’s gotten the recognition that she deserves, the little ‘Thank You’ that she doesn’t normally get. Because when times are tough my friend, think of that little ‘Thank You’ and hopefully it makes all the tough times that much more bearable. A ‘Thank You’ and freckles. What could be better than that?

Sister Time!

Well, Fatima came home today from her trip to LA. She was actually supposed to come home yesterday, but she missed her flight. Anyway, we had a couple hours of good sister time, and we developed her pics and she told me all her adventures. She also came back with a nice package of goodies for me. What a sweetheart. I’m glad to know that she had a good time. I was happy to spend the little time that I did with her! We had a nice little shopping spree in Target. It’s been a while since I’ve been there. I’ve been trying to stay away from malls, Target and Best Buy. Dangerous places for me.

As for cleaning, I got a BIT done yesterday. Things just keep on coming up. But I’m slowly hacking away at the warzone known as my room. Someday, I will win this battle!

And today’s news of the strange - I just got beat up by a speedskater mom in a chat room. My world just gets weirder and weirder.

The Cleansing

It’s still several months before I make ‘the big move’ to LA, but sitting in my room, I realize….I’ve got a lot of SHIT.

I’m a packrat. Always have been, and always will be (and Dave isn’t too happy about that, but well, he’ll have to live with it). And after a while….you get to pile up a lot of crap when you’re a packrat. Crap that really, if I threw it away, I wouldn’t miss. But I keep it around to remind me of things - occasions, feelings, people, etc. Old highschool notes, dried flowers, show programs, trinkets from various formals, movie stubs, locks of hair from ex-boyfriends for voodoo purposes, band-aids from favorite wounds, copies of old restraining orders, my toenail clipping collection…um…uh…just kidding…

But I think I’ve gotta get rid of it. All this junk can’t go with me where I’m going, and it can’t stay here. I’ve got to let it go. So today, as much as it pains me, it’s getting cleaned out. *sigh*

Also, it was one year ago that I went to my first short track competition. Kinda makes me nostalgic! Who would have known that I would be where I am today, or met the wonderful people that I have? It’s kinda crazy, but wonderful at the same time. So lets take a walk through memory lane and look at my pics from that competition…way back before I knew how to use my digital camera!

World Short Track Team Championships - March 29, 2002, Milwaukee WI

Save Your M&M Wrappers

Lazy surfin’ on a Saturday morning. Y’all know I’m a sucker for a good cause.

Keep your M&M Wrappers to support the Special Olympics

For every wrapper sent in, M&Ms donates 50 cents to the Special Olympics, up to $750,000. Hoard ‘em up and send in a bunch!

Speaking of Eminem (like that segue?), this is one of the funniest comments I’ve read in Entertainment Weekly in a while:

“We pause here to remind you that Eminem now has more Oscars than Martin Scorsese. That is all.”

Ouch!

13 Rules to Life

Got this from Eileen’s Blog. It’s pretty nice, and it actually makes a couple good points!

Sometimes we just need to remember what the 13 Rules of Life really are:

1. Never give yourself a haircut after three margaritas.

2. You need only two tools: WD-40 and duct tape.
If it doesn’t move and it should, use WD-40.
If it moves and shouldn’t, use the tape.

3. The five most essential words for a healthy, vital relationship are, “I apologize” and “you are right.”

4. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

5. Never pass up an opportunity to pee.

6. If he/she says that you are too good for him/her - believe them.

7. Learn to pick your battles; Ask yourself, “Will this matter one year from now? How about one month? One week? One day?”

8. When you make a mistake, make amends immediately. It’s easier to eat crow while it’s still warm.

9. If you woke up breathing, congratulations!
You have another chance!

10. Living well really is the best revenge. Being miserable because of a bad or former relationship just might mean that the other person was right about you.

11. Work is good, but it’s not that important. Money is nice, but you can’t take it, or anything else, with you. Statistics show most people don’t live to spend all they saved; Some die even before they retire.
Anything we have isn’t really ours; we just borrow it while we’re here… even our kids.

12. Be really good to your family and/or friends. You never know when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan.

13. If you are going to be able to look back on something and laugh about it, you may as well laugh about it now.

Enjoy life!

It’s too short not to indulge in what life has to offer

Enhancement Request

Per Dan, aka Redpac, who entered in an enhancement request, the comments are now in ascending order - that is, older comments will be at the top. Thank you for your input, Mr. Redpac. Stop by his page, give him some love, gaze at the Olsen Twins, and tell him how much you hate Pledge Jones.

California, Here I Come!

Now I know I’ve been talking about it a bit lately, but I just wanted to officially say…I’m moving to Cali in August! Whoo hoo! Dave’s got a one year internship out there, so he’ll be moving there in June before the wedding. After the wedding, I’ll be going out there. Talked to the powers that be at work, and it looks like I can keep my job. I mean, I travel all the time anyway. Shouldn’t be any different with me living in Cali. If I’m not traveling, I’ll be working from home, and I have a feeling that I’ll probably get more done working at home than I do at the office, because a lot of the distractions at work won’t be an issue.

So all of you in the LA area, get ready for me! I’ll make sure to bring my English to Ghetto dictionary.

The Friday Five

Haven’t done one of these in a while:

1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
Walking into the back room of Cherry Red and feeling like I went into a time warp, back to college. That feeling of walking into a room and knowing everyone, hearing some great music in the background and knowing that tonight is gonna be a good night.

2. What one person touched your life this week?
Dave. He got his residency in Chicago. I got my wish and I get to stay home. No moving to a weird place where I don’t know anyone. I get to be around my family and friends. Not only that, but he got his internship in California for a year. I can handle a year in California. Especially since I’ve got a lot of friends there already. I’m glad that Dave can sleep in peace now, knowing that our future isn’t so uncertain anymore.

3. How have you helped someone this week?
My JOB is helping people! Not only is that my job, but it’s what I do outside of work. But I’d like to think that I’ve helped people cheer up when they’ve been down…well, I HOPE that’s what I’ve been doing. Not making them more depressed!

4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
Um. Call a florist. *grins sheepishly*

5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
Work out. It’ll give me more energy. To chat. Just kidding. But I really should start getting into a regular workout schedule. My dress has an open back, and I want people to be like ‘Dayum! Check out Christine’s back….it’s NICE!’

The Day I Look Like Crap….

So the day that I’m late at work and I look like absolute crap (as opposed to the regular crap that I look like on a daily basis), I see a friend that I haven’t seen in a LONG time. I walk out of my office and think, hey, that looks like Ariel. So I scream, ‘Ariel!’ and it’s him. So I give him a hug, and we chitchat for a while, and I find out that he’s been working next door for the past year. And I never knew! So we parted ways, promised to have lunch sometime in the future and me, Dan and Amy headed out to Chipotle. Then I realized that I look like crap. Bad crap. He must have thought, ‘Damn, Christine’s really letting herself go! She looks like hell!’

Ahh well. I can only be me!

Random Rants and Yoga Pants

Thought of taking a 20 minute nap yesterday. Set my alarm clock for the wrong time. Woke up at 7:45am. Normally, I wake up at 6am and leave by 7:15. So I wake up in a frenzy. It became one of those, ‘I don’t give a fuck about the dress code’ days. Threw on some yoga pants (which, of course, are used for the yoga that I NEVER DO) and a ratty long sleeved tee. Beauty is not a priority today. No chance of catching the bus and train and getting to work at a decent time (yesterday, I came in half an hour late), so I was in for another drive to work.

As much as I love driving into work, it costs too much to park downtown. I knew I was screwed today, because I left home at 7:45 the yesterday (yes, I drove), and got late into work at 9. I’ve been late probably at least every other day for the past couple weeks and I’m just waiting for ‘the talk’. So I get outta the door by 8am, hop into the car, turn up my hip hop CD - nothin’ better than Missy Elliott, Jay-Z and 50 Cent to wake you up - and got on the road.

And it was empty. The gods smiled on my commute today. I actually got to work at 8:30, which on a regular, non-holiday, is unheard of. A half hour commute to work? No way! Did I sell my soul to the devil and forget about it? I leave 15 minutes later than the day before, and get to work half an hour earlier? Someone remind me to check the alignment of the planets tonight…something weird is going on. But hey, I’m not complaining!

On to other things, here’s a really cute pic of me that Erina made. Isn’t it the cutest?

Yano in Vegas. Whoo hoo! Not that I wore this particular outfit in Vegas - not enough time to rent the costume. Next time! I think I’d look pretty good in ruffles.

Alas, my Vegas winnings didn’t go too far. Gave a good chunk of it to Fatima, who’s out in LA right now doing god knows what with god knows who with MY MONEY. Just kidding. I know what she’s doing. I know who she’s with. That’s what homing devices are for. I’m keeping tabs on the girl. What are big sisters for, other than to annoy their siblings when they’re on vacation? Well, at least I know that she’s having a good time. She deserves it! And kudos to her for being proactive and actually calling ME before I get a chance to call her.

Found out about the next stops in Yano’s US tour of consulting. In two weeks, I’m going to New York, then after that, it might be back to Portland. Yes Linda J, you can take me out for more food!

I updated the links and stuff in the right hand menu. Contrary to popular belief, I haven’t been reading Jonathan Frazen’s “The Corrections” for the past year. *wink*

Dave comes back from his stint in Detroit this weekend. Yay!!! Back to work on the wedding!