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As I mentioned in my last post, I start a new 8 wk job on Tuesday. This is great news, of course, as I’ve been out of work for too long. However, I will have to get up at 6am. Yeah, you heard that right. This past week, I truly have tried to go to bed earlier, (12am instead of 1am or 2am) but it’s difficult trying to break the cycle. I’m just praying that I don’t collapse once I’m seated at my new desk.
Today my friend Nate has a half day at work. We’re going to see “He’s Just Not That Into You.” I’m sure it will be a fun, light-hearted flick, so I’m looking forward to it. I remember reading the book and, while flipping through the pages, feeling frustrated. When I read the book I was only twenty-three years old. I had been navigating my way through one failed relationship to the next and, I have to say, Greg Behrendt opened my eyes. It’s better to have learned the hard way than to never have learned at all.
I can’t wait for “The Real Housewives of NYC” on Tuesday. I have immensely enjoyed this season of “The Real Housewives of OC,” so I’ll miss those broads, but no one offers the kind of drama that the NYC gals offer on a weekly basis. Oh, and I’m all about the drama, being that I held the title of “Most Dramatic” in my high school year book.
Add a comment February 13, 2009
It’s official. I am bored to tears. I had my first interview on Monday and, really, I forgot how exhausting interviews can be at times, let alone how exhausting driving in L.A. can be at times. Seriously, I went from around December 2oth, 2008- February 3rd, 2009 without filling my gas tank. That’s what walking everywhere, and having no where to go will get ya. At least I’ve saved money on gas.
The interview went well, and a day later a former boss told me that she may have a production gig for me soon. See, there are things in the works… maybe. I.will.do.anythiiiing. All I want is to work and get out of my dreary apartment. My friend Bri suggested I paint a wall in my place, but I can’t fathom spending money I don’t have on that right now when I need to eat. Sure, J has been great and always pays when we go out to dinner, and gives me cash for groceries, but still. A few days ago I was counting the one dollar bills in my wallet, (there were about 3) and I held up one of the dollar bills and just stared at it for five minutes. I felt the need to share that with you guys. Yes, I’m broke, desperately need a job, and am GOING CRAZY.
At the present time it’s almost midnight, J is sleeping soundly in the next room, and I am watching a show on Animal Planet called “Cat People.” These people are even more nuts than they sound. Think the movie “Best in Show” times one million with cats in place of dogs. My biggest fear is becoming one of these folks. Oh, and there was something I did last weekend that I’ll fill all my millions of readers in on in my next post. This “thing” that I did even further illustrates my loony cat lady antics. I know, the intrigue!
Add a comment February 6, 2009
On Saturday morning I caught up on all of the episodes of this reality series gem. Thank you, Bravo, for your weekend marathons! What would I ever do without you? Oh, and I can’t wait for the series finale this evening, although I can’t believe it’s already the freakin’ series finale. Sigh.
Why do I love this superficial program full a caddy women who somehow were blessed with more money than they know what to do with? Well, I enjoy watching their so-called everyday drama unfold on camera. It happens quite organically. Shocking, I know! I’m unsure as to how scripted this reality series is, (i hear through the grapevine it’s more of them being thrown into a situation & then they all go from there) but if it is heavily scripted, I’ve gotta tell ya these women are some kickass actresses. I believe them entirely! Hey, I went to college with these types of women, after all!
What I enjoy the most about them, even more so than their every day drama, is their candidness. Fact about me- I rarely say what’s on my mind in the moment. I either a. wait for someone else to let cats out of bags or b. tell myself silently “WHAT A BITCH!” or the classic “WAIT??? DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN FOR REALZ? OMIGOD!” Fact about these “housewives”: they.are.not.like.me.at.all. When a situation presents itself (and it always does) it’s like a competition of who can speak their mind the fastest. I, love it. I love it because most days of my life I wish I could act as bravely as these ladies who lunch act.
Case in point, Ramona. Omigod, Ramona, if you had been my mom I would have loved every second of it! You’re so fun! You’re always laughing! You take your daughter, along with all her girlfriends, to get their hair and make-up done for the school dance! You bust out dance moves while all the girly girls get their hair dried! You go right up to the young pretty thang flirting with your hubby at the big paaaty in the Hamptons and accost her without missing a beat, “Are you hitting on my husband!” You then cause a huge scene when said young pretty thang informs you that said hubby isn’t wearing his wedding ring! You dash over to your pal Jill, (also quite the “what you see is what you get” attitude) and demand to look at her hubby, Bobby’s, ring finger. Alas, Bobby lacks his wedding ring at this lovely Hamptons soiree as well! You act all cute and silly about the whole fiasco. Everyone crowds around you, laughing with you and at you & it’s quite the party because of your presence.
See? This is why I looove Ramona. If a similar situation played out in my own life, people would have probably called it a night and left the soiree in a huff. A horde of people wouldn’t have gathered around me, holding their bellies from all the laughter. This would have happened to me in the Hamptons…
Korlina leaves bf for a moment to fetch herself a drink from inside the tent. She orders a Long Island iced tea. When in Rome, When in Rome. Outside the tent, she can make out her bf, under the white-lit tree, chatting and laughing with a younger more beautiful woman. She looks kinda like that girl from “Transformers,” only hotter. The temper tantrum is underway.
Korlina darts past men and women carrying pigs in blankets on platters. She nearly knocks one over, she’s moving so fast and angrily (a person, not a “pig”). She finally reaches bf and young pretty thang. Bf is a deer in headlights. Unlike Ramona’s husband, who’s still all chuckles and “Hey Honey” when Ramona accosts him, bf is fearing for his life.
Korlina says hello to the girl that he’s talking/flirting with. She thinks in her head, what a slut. Such heavy make-up! Nice fake boobs, Honey Bunches of Oats!!! Korlina’s “hello” is flat, but syrupy sweet at the same time. Bf knows that that means trouble. He says bye to girl, and walks over next to Korlina, tail between his legs. He tries to hold her hand, but Korlina, stubborn devil, shoves her hand away. He asks if she wants to leave. She says that SHE will leave, but he can stay & drink Long Islands under the moonlight with Slutty McSlutterson. No flies on her back! He tries to reason with her, but she’s immature, insecure, and hurt. The Long Island hasn’t helped her rational thinking either. Korlina begins to run away from him, the tears streaming down her face now. He catches up to her, grabs her wrist, and they both fall into one of the tents, knocking it down. Yeah, like a said, party is over. No fun spunky blonde woman named Ramona around to make an awkward situation laugh-worthy.
Tonight, curled up on the couch, sipping my wine, and ignoring J’s comments about this gem of a show, I think that maybe I should take notes! Why? Because I don’t wanna be that jealous girl anymore who doesn’t have a backbone. I wanna speak up when someone is flirting with my man & then laugh about it moments later with my friends. I wanna say what no one else is brave enough to say when a husband dares to show up for girls’ night out. I wanna dance in front of my daughter’s friends (if I ever have a daughter) & not feel embarrassed. Basically, I wanna come out of my shell and be more confident. Perhaps PERHAPS this show will help me. I know that’s a stretch, but hey… I can dream!
2 comments April 15, 2008