Wacky Shoes: The Illustration
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Wacky Shoes: August 2003
Wacky Shoes: August 2003
Wacky Shoes
Argh. I hate it when I’m grumpy.
Here’s a story to lighten up the day.
Dave hates the shoes I wore for the wedding. Not my nice shoes that I wore for the ceremony, but the Sketchers I wore for the reception. They’re the most comfy pair of shoes I’ve ever worn!
Since the wedding, I wear the shoes all the time, because I’m not just going to hide them away somewhere just because they have silver metallic streaks. And Dave hates them. He calls them my ‘Wacky Shoes’. I never bother putting any of my shoes in the closet when I take them off, but my wacky shoes always mysteriously end up in there. The other shoes are left on the doormat. When I ask Dave how they get in the closet, he just says, ‘I don’t like them out in the open like that.’ As if the wacky shoes would take a life of their own and attack him. So I’ve come to terms with it. The wacky shoes will be found in the closet.
So Fatima and Melanie were in town a couple weeks ago. We were all hanging out in the living room chatting and talking before going to the convention. Then we got up to leave, and Mel was like, ‘Hey! Where are my shoes?’ We looked around and couldn’t find them. Then I came to a realization. ‘Did you check in the closet?’ So she opens the door, and there they are. ‘I never put them in the closet, though.’ And the thing is, her shoes look very similar to my wacky shoes.
We confronted Dave later. ‘Did you put my wacky shoes into the closet today?’ He nodded, knowing that he was saving the world by keeping my wacky shoes in the darkness. ‘Those weren’t mine! They were Melanies!’ The look on his face was priceless as he apologized. We all got a good laugh out of it, and all the wacky shoes were free to be outside for that weekend.
Falling Dominoes
Did you ever have one of those days that started out just fine, but then progressively just turned into a horrid mess of crap?
Sometimes I feel like my life is a set of dominoes that I set up, each one standing on its end. My goal is to put them all up and at the end, seeing the whole masterpiece flow down into beautiful patterns and feel a sense of pride. But once in a while, I make a bad move, either I do something stupid or I say something out of line, and its like hitting a domino on accident. So I’m frantically trying to stop everything I’ve built up from falling down prematurely. Sometimes I can, sometimes I mess it up even more by hitting other dominoes, leaving me to clean up multiple threads of my life. I can only hope that the whole thing doesn’t fall down.
I don’t know why I care so much about making other people happy. I want so much not to care, but I do. I want so much to be true to myself, but also to be true to those around me. Sometimes that isn’t possible, but that fact can’t get through my big fat head.
Maybe I just don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
When it rains, it pours. Time to bring out the umbrella.
My head is just spinning. My stomach is in knots. The dominoes are falling, falling.
Thank God Jen is here to keep me sane.
I’ll shut up now.
The Uppity Negro Goes Bigtime
Congrats to my favorite lactose intolerant Buffy loving political blogging freak, Aaron, for getting mentioned as one of Chicago’s Best Blogs by the Chicago Tribune.
That’s some pretty scary shit.
The Gossiping Titas
One of my best friends from home, Jen, is in town this week staying with us. I was in such a funk this weekend I didn’t have a chance to clean the place before she arrived. So I went to the Oaks yesterday, then straight to the airport to pick her up. I warned her that my place was a disaster, and she said not to worry.
So we get into my apartment, and the place is sparkling clean! I have the best cleaning husband ever!
I have to tell you guys, I’m the most horrible friend out there. I never call. I never write. I forget birthdays. All of you out there know more about what’s going on in my life than my best friends do.
But that’s why I have friends who don’t mind my friend-shortcomings. And when I get together with my friends, it’s like time hasn’t passed by at all. Yesterday we just sat together and talked and talked and laughed and gossiped about people from home. It was nice, especially since I have been pretty out of touch with people from home. It’s good to know that people are as crazy now as they were when I left. Hopefully they’ll all still be crazy when I get back!
Ten on Tuesday
This week’s Ten on Tuesday is a pretty simple one…
Ten Favorite Foods
1. Sushi
2. Tiramisu
3. Ice Cream
4. Catfish
5. Croquetas de Pollo
6. Cocoa Pebbles
7. Chili Cheese Fries
8. Guacamole Doritoes
9. White Castle hamburgers
10. Sansrival (a filipino dessert made out of sugar, butter, and MAGIC.)
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Hands
This is for last week’s Theme Thursday, and I took this pic just for the theme:
Artist Michael Turner Sketches for a Fan - March 2004: Santa Monica, CA
Drunk Phonecall: Epilogue
Remember the drunk phonecall entry?
Well, that isn’t the end of it!
I had talked to my sister when I was on the way to the airport in Atlanta, and she had said that there was a drunk call to the house the same night I got mine. Unfortunately, my dad answered, and he got pretty upset and hung up the phone. They called again and he let the answering machine take it. There’s no caller ID at him, so he had no idea who it was, but suspected that it was Fatima’s friends which he wasn’t happy about.
So when I get back to Long Beach, I call my cousin’s cell phone, and it’s not in service. So I call his house, ready to scream into the phone, ‘WHY ARE YOUR DRUNK FRIENDS CALLING ME!’ But he wasn’t home.
So later that night I get an IM from my cousin:
Him: Hey.
Me: WHY ARE YOUR DRUNK FRIENDS CALLING ME!
Him: Oh man, they called you too?
Me: Yeah, and they’re freaky!
Him: No, they’re not my friends. My phone got stolen!
Me: It did?
Him: Yeah. When I was at the poolhall. I guess those jerks called everyone on my phone list!
Me: Yeah! They called my house! And talked to my dad!
Him: Are you serious?!?!
Me: Yeah!
Him: Yeah, we were walking around, and my friend is like, ‘Hey, your phone is calling me’ and that’s when I realized I didn’t have my phone.
Me: That sucks!
Him: Yeah! I didn’t know how bad it was til this morning when my brother was banging on the door, asking me if I got my phone stolen. I guess they called my house, too!
Me: They were funny at first, but then they got really jerky.
Him: I know. I’ve been getting a lot of angry phone calls from friends today. And the thing is, I had all my numbers in there, so I can’t even call people to apologize!
Me: They probably called everyone on the list. They even made it seem like they knew you…
Him: Yeah…they told everyone I was too drunk to talk. I’m so angry!
Me: Oh well, nothing you can do now!
Him: Yeah. It sucks.
Me: Next time, watch your phone!!!
So it turns out, not only do I get drunk calls from friends and family, I get ‘em from strangers, too!!!
Happy Belated Birthday, Michael!
Just wanted to wish my cousin Michael a Happy Belated Birthday.
As much as he’s afraid of my hugs, I’m sending him a virtual one from out here!
The Camera Adds 10 Pounds
So Rod came over yesterday to show me his school final. Which is a movie that I starred in.
It was so weird to watch!!! I’ve acted before, but never on film. Most of my acting experience has been on stage, either with my improv group in college or some of the side things I did when I was in Chicago. But the only time I’ve seen myself on film was when the shows were taped.
I can totally understand now when actors and actresses say they can’t watch their own films. You become overly critical of yourself and just squirm the whole time. I looked totally chubby on screen and my ass could have engulfed several JLos. My acting was also a bit off, but I think it’s mainly because I didn’t have a chance to rehearse a lot, and I had memorized my lines right before the cameras rolled. All things considering, I did OK.
But the film itself was great. It isn’t completed yet, but the story and special effects turned out really cool (Rod had used some green screen stuff in his movie). And I have to admit, the first split second I jump on-screen dressed up as Tomb Raider I look pretty kick ass. It was a lot of fun to film, and I’d love to do it again…I can’t wait to see the complete movie!
