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I'm The One That I Want by Margaret Cho. I was so disappointed that I couldn't make the book fair at UCLA last weekend with my friend Tracey, so she thought to buy the book for me. I missed the one-woman show when I lived in New York, but Tracey and I went to see the film last fall in Santa Monica. If you want to know how much my friends rock, Tracey even had it autographed:
Erica
Good luck in New York!
-Margaret Cho
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I'm also still reading Simple Indulgence: Easy, Everyday Things to Do for Me by Janet Eastman. I'm such a dork, I keep reading the quotes and ideas, but not doing the journalling portion.
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"Someday we'll find it
the rainbow connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
alllll of us under it's spell."
-Kermit THE Frog
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Stuck in my head:
"Boogie-oogie-oogie get down."
Thank you, Disco Stu! (My favorite Simpsons sight gag-cum-character.)
I heard Britney Spears' "Bottom of My Broken Heart" while making a selection from the feminine hygeine aisle at Wal Mart and exclaimed, "Fucking Britney Spears...Gah!"
That's one of the videos I had to watch about a million times to select snippets for the web site and the enhanced CD single. Ever hearing it again is too much, too soon.
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The Simpsons, The Sopranos & Armistead Maupin's Further Tales of the City. I didn't even realize there were making another one, I just happened to see it listed. I'm going to have to finish the book series now, as I think I've only read through the fourth book and this mini-series is based on the third book.
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While you're visiting the Gallery of Regrettable Food, don't miss Meat!. This one in particular made me laugh until I couldn't breathe. "Sometimes meat likes to dress up and feel pretty."
Swanson Parade of Lost Identity -- women who, in probably their only 15 minutes of fame, were for the most part known only as Mrs. HisLastName.
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Co-Author of The Rules to divorce! So you can't manipulate a man into marrying and staying married to you? Perhaps you have to come into it as two individuals and show who you really are from the beginning? I guess this means that no amount of growing your hair long, pretending not to be smart or funny, and "training" a man will make for a happy marriage.
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Ever wonder where that dollar bill's been? Mine was in Chicago two months ago.
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Another Elvis dream (I'm doing the Memphis section of my color scrapbook now, but I haven't got to Graceland yet), this one cannibalistic.
What started out as an autopsy to discover THE TRUTH, turned into Elvis Stew. It was rich and beefy. Ewwwwwwwww!
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Why is it that the same personality quirks are taken as crazy and stalky by some, while loveably wacky by others? Is there some litmus test for this, so I stop wasting my time?
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now I'm blogging what I'm eating, whoa.
Still literate as of 9/29/2000 12:20:01 AM
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just what I needed...another dorkblog.
Jeepers, creepers, I last used my peepers on 9/29/2000 12:24:59 AM
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My trip photographs, they're better than expected. Now to get them all organized, it's only been a year!
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Wednesday, March 21, 2001
8:48 AM
 unemployed again. What are the odds that someone would be let go from a job on the same day, two years in a row? Is this going to be an annual event? Once again, I wasn't fired, I was let go. There was an in-house employee whose job was about to end, so they decided to transfer her over.
It was a comedy of errors, as I tried to train her to do the things I'd just learned a day or two before and still didn't understand. I wish them luck. I'm really no good with numbers, so it's a relief in some ways. However, I needed the money, so now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that something works out. It always does, but it seems getting out of this house is always harder than any other move I've made.
It's funny, but I'd just decided to stick it out for the entire three months because I might as well earn as much as possible and besides, I really liked the people. I was just starting to feel a part of things and even had someone to go to lunch with on Friday. She's a really neat person, so we'll probably keep in touch. Let's just hope the next assignment involves more words than numbers.
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starting to get into this Creative Memories thing and it's scary. I've still got to do the fill in pages for DC, then Graceland and New Orleans. I took very few pictures in Texas, so that shouldn't be more than a few pages. That's very unfortunate, since there are plenty of die cuts and stickers for Texas and cowboys. If only I'd planned my trip with Creative Memories in mind -- I could've skipped New Orleans entirely.
I realized after I did the DC section that I had 4 or 5 rolls of color film I'd completely forgotten! I thought at first that I only did B&W there because I used all the B&W I'd bought for the trip and more there, but then I realized there were no pictures from the White House or Frederick Douglass' house, so here I am trying to add pages in the middle. It's goofy.
Then I'm going to do a wedding album for my cousin -- since paper is the first wedding anniversary present. I'm crazy with the albums, baby. My mom kept telling me that it was weird that so many pages in my album (I think 8) are of someone else's wedding. Still, it's about the only thing I did in Indianapolis, besides visit my dad's grave (there's a page for that, too).
As it turned out, I'm glad I took so many pictures of the wedding, since the only other person on my side of the family who brought a camera was my uncle (the groom's father), who picked up a disposable camera on the way. He was out of film by the end of the ceremony. I don't think they hired a professional photographer, so I don't know how many or what quality photos they have. I'm glad I can do something for them now, since I had no idea what to get as a wedding present then.
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Anyway, as for my own albums -- I'd just like to finish this project before I go so that my photos are all in one place from the trip. Maybe I can even take them with me. I'm not much for the Created Memories of the other albums my mom did, but I've got so many great pictures of SF, NY and Boston that never made it into an album, not to mention photos with friends, that I really just want to get them organized. If I can't take anything else on this move, I'd like to have some of my photo albums
After all of that, I still have to scan the other 20-odd rolls in...I'm not looking forward to that.
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9:26 AM
pooped. We spent the whole weekend cleaning the house, doing laundry and I made some minor repairs, moved boxes, etc. Monday the appraisor came. Mom scheduled it for 10 am, so she woke me up at 5 freaking out about all the things that still needed to be done. I don't know why it is that, no matter what time I plan to get up, she decides to wake me up half an hour or an hour early. WTF?
Anyway, we did as much of the last minute stuff as we could before the appraisor arrived. As it turns out, Mom should've scheduled this for the evening, since she didn't end up going in to work at all (she originally planned to go in late). It's just as well because after he left, I collapsed. It seems like too much drama over nothing. He kept saying our house was in great condition and noted the many improvements we'd made -- patio with cover, new appliances, French door in Mom's room, her bathroom is almost finished, new paint inside and out, new garage door, etc.
Mom also said she doesn't know why she can only get motivated to clean when something big like this is at stake. I guess this explains why I lack that cleaning gene myself. I just don't think it's important.
I think women in particular waste time cleaning when they could be creating. When it gets to the point that it bothers me or is an impediment to my creative flow, I will clean as part of a larger overhaul -- purging, redesigning, reevaluating. Otherwise, why waste 5 hours a week cleaning? That's 260 hours a year, or almost 11 days! I don't mind laundry so much, probably because I can still do other things at the same time. But, really, no one needs to be able to eat off your floor -- it's for walking, for goodness sake! None of us is here so long we have the time to waste on caring so much what things look like.
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Back to the original theme...I'm also tired because yesterday I had to wait with The Boy until school started, then wait almost an hour for the bus and then go back to pick him up. I ended up out all day because I was afraid I would pass out if I went home. He is banned from the schoolbus until Friday for not letting the driver cross him.
Apparently this has been going on for months, but they didn't mention it until he was sent home with a citation on Thursday. Of course, he didn't show us, so he rode the bus Friday morning and they called mom. It's pretty absurd on all sides, but I only wish they'd warned us before it came to this. I really didn't appreciate spending almost my entire day just getting him to and from school.
Had we realized there was a problem, we could've done something. The Boy has obsessed with having perfect attendance, we certainly could've made him think if he was banned from the bus he would miss school.
At least it got me out of the house to do some errands. I think today I am going to reward myself by buying that 4 frame camera I drooled over at the California Museum of Photography recentlyt's only $12, so it's a nice treat without breaking the bank by any stretch.
Just a few weeks of working all day and coming home only to cook, clean and collapse made me feel so deprived of all things creative. I honestly don't know how other people do this. For me, living in New York makes that seem worthwhile and, indeed, it energizes me so I don't even collapse shortly after work. Even when I was working until 10 every night, I still wandered around for a few hours before going home.
I guess there's the argument for going back to New York right there, even if my mother is trying to convince me I should stay here until I pay off my bills. If the best this place has to offer is 2 weeks of work every 3 months at the wages I earned in college to get cross-eyed over numbers all day -- I can't get out of here fast enough.
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