My Space Blogs – Feb 2007

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

good thoughts.
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


The Parakeet and the Huz are starting 2007 with a bang. They worked hard last year to spend less money and came up with an even tighter budget for this year. The results are immediate and a bit ridiculous. A little planning goes a long way.
Anyway, nice little financial things keep happening and they feel extrememly blessed. The Lord will Provide.

Out of nowhere, the bird got a raise at her job last week. She also went exclusive with her agent, which can only bring good things. Her current play is moving over to the Steppenwolf Garage in March. Super exciting in itself, but also a little more cash than she’s used to.  The Huz worked out of town most of January, which made him sad and cranky, but brought in enough dough to pay some old stupid parking tickets and allow the two of them to hopefully get away during the two week break between The Sparrow at the Viaduct and The Sparrow at the Wolf. Today the Parakeet has an audition for a national commercial. That could be real money. Send Gooood thoughts her way.

They are still not taking baths in their hundred-dollar bills or anything ridiculous, but for the first time in a while, they feel secure. There is a stability to life these days -financially speaking. Until you’ve lived on the brink, it’s hard to appreciate that. They feel SUPER appreciative.


Friday, February 02, 2007

Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


This morning the Parakeet woke up with the beginnings of a headache, a nose full of snot, and a weak stomach. It didn’t feel too unusual. She immediately drank a glass of water and emptied her nose. But the headache she was worried about. She took Tylenol Cold; severe congestion. This was left from earlier in the week.
She figured the headache was related to the congestion that remained.
She sat on the el a little weak in the knees, but made it to work on time and grabbed a sprite.
Two hours after taking the medicine, she is feeling positively loop-de-loop.  Really weird. It’s hard to focus on the computer screen. She feels the drugs wafting over her in waves literally, like tinglings all over her face. And she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open. Seriously, these are some of the strangest sensations she’s experienced since college.
Worst of all there is still a bit of a headache.

Happy Freaky Friday to all. Check the expiration date on your cold medicine. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Monday, February 05, 2007

wiggle your toes
Category: Life


This had to be discussed. It is well below zero in Chicago today. Not to mention the imaginary wind chill numbers.
The Parakeet bundled herself to walk to the el at 6:30 this morning. She didn’t take off one bit of the layers during the half-hour ride. Even the train couldn’t warm up. It’s awful. She continued to wiggle her toes since she stupidly wore only one pair of socks. She thought she’d lose them if she didn’t. Her hands, under two pairs of gloves, jammed in her pockets were also fighting for their lives. What with the temperature and the Bears disappointing showing yesterday, her office is a sad sight. Three people didn’t come in (or left already) and there are only eight total.
Oh, February, you are so cruel.


Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Category: Automotive


On Friday night, the Huz agreed to give the Parakeet a ride to the theater. He wanted to hang out with a friend and not walk. It has been quite chilly. Although Friday aint got nothing on Monday, but that’s not part of this story.
The Parakeet gobbled down a quick dinner, probably of Trader Joe’s Os, in front of the latest Beauty and the Geek episode. This is a very recent guilty pleasure discovered while the Huz was out of town most of January and the Parakeet couldn’t sleep after her endless rehearsals. So, she watched – pushing back their departure time ’till the last possible second. Two teams were in the elimination room when they  had to leave – there was no more time to waste. She would have to wait until after the show to find out who is leaving the mansion.
The Huz vocally disapproves of Beauty and the Geek, but he is love with Smallville so there is an equal “let’s not go there” tv agreement between the two of them.
They bundled up and headed out to the car. The Huz hates driving in the city and rarely does it, but he unlocked the car and got into the driver’s side. The Parakeet, used to the driver’s side, ducked under a tree to open the passenger door. She opened it. Right into her head.
She literally reeled back and tears sprung to her eyes while her hands leapt to the slowly emerging goose egg above her right eye.
The Huz, unaware of what was happening said “Come on. Are you coming?”
She sat down in the seat with her hands on her face.
“What’s your problem?”
“I hit my head.”
“I opened the door into my own head, okay? Shit. It hurts.”
A tear slid down her cheek.
“Are you mad at me for hitting my head?”
“Seriously – you’re mad because I hit myself in the head.”
“Are you all right? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“No, I don’t need to go to the hospital. It just hurts. It probably surprised me more than anything. I’ll be fine.”
They drive to the theater. It is silent. Except of course for the sirens and everything else that happens in the city. The Huz cuts some people off and tails some cars. He is irritated.
“Should I put ice on it? So I dont’ get a bump? Do you do that when you hit your head?”
“I don’t know, babe. You know as well as I do what to do”
They conclude the ride in silence and he drops her at the theater. The actors are concerned and she ices her head. There is a bump noticeable mostly to the Parakeet. It is slightly purple and that is her favorite color, so it’s all right. She can’t help but wonder, though, if she wasn’t watching the dumb CW bunnies — maybe she would have gotten out of the way of that stupid door.


Wednesday, February 07, 2007

2 doo diddy doo
Category: Life


Today’s to-do List by the Parakeet

1. Go to the gym.
2. Have Kinko’s cut resumes. Staple them to headshots.
3. Call Erin Neal
4. Call brother Ben
5. Drop pants at drycleaner.
6. Run through songs before voice lesson

This is totally doable – right? She’s working on not making ridiculous expectations for herself, from day-to-day and from Life in general. You will be updated on the progress of this list, don’t you worry


Thursday, February 08, 2007

moving moving
Category: Life


As evidenced by the to-do list yesterday (everything got done except the stapling which will be done this morning) the Parakeet is trying to stay productive.
She’s not sure if it’s a product of the weather, a freed-up schedule post-opening, or the recovery from being sick -but she is having to fight LAZY hardcore.
Mostly, she wants to watch Tivo, Netflix, and play on the internet. Especially if she can eat Joe-Joe cookies at the same time. The Sopranos and Studio 60 are so good by the by. Could Edie Falco or Sarah Paulson get any better? Seriously.
So…she has resorted to detailed, often monotonous to-do lists which help get her off the couch.
Empty Dishwasher. Done.
Call Mom. Done.
Take a Shower. Check. Seriously, people. It is coming to this some days.
The satisfaction of taking a pen and drawing a line through an item on a list can hardly be equalled. It’s a little different putting the checkmark on the Treo, but she has gotten used to it. This is coming from a girl whose father took her to Office Depot when she was upset as a teenager. She had a DayRunner at age 14. So, the Nerd factor is very high. Nonetheless, accomplishment itself if so motivating – it doesn’t need to come from anything magnificent. By God, maybe today she’ll sweep floors. How rewarding!


Tuesday, February 13, 2007

for your listening pleasure…….
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


At the website below, you can listen to the Parakeet and her fellow cast members talk about their rehearsals….it’s kind of fun.
Just click on the Cheerleader “The Sparrow” and then the podcasts are listed on the right hand side of the page.

Tweet Tweet!



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wonder of wonders
Category: Life

The Parakeet woke up this morning (in the middle of February full of snow) and did not have to blow her nose.
no snot.
no boogers.
It’s the little things.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Category: Parties and Nightlife

Man, it’s days like this you just want a blanket, a good book, and some whiskey. What’s the prediction? Is it gonna stop?


Friday, February 16, 2007

Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


When the Parakeet was a junior in college, she took an independent study. Not one to just get credit, but one she wanted to take: on women in theatre. Her final accomplishment was a huge notebook, some index card files, and tapes full of research and a decent-size paper. The paper her Professor referred to as a manifesto, but that’s just her style. It was on the topic of women in theater: not the objectified/how are we represented type study, but the how do we work in this industry type study.

While interviewing a female scenic and costume designer, the Parakeet asked her “How did you or how do you define success?” The woman replied “When I was living in New York, getting my garbage to the street on the right day was success”.

Wow. That quote comes back to the ‘Keet all the time. What do we want from ourselves?


Monday, February 19, 2007

Happy President’s Day
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

The Sun shone through the blinds streaking her room. The birds were audible through the double-paned glass. It was 9:00 and the Parakeet awoke leisurely. No work today. Thank you, Washington. Thank you, Lincoln. Thank you, America’s financial industry.


Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


Well, numbers are not supposed to let you down. The Huz was for a while a carpenter. He was always saying, “Math is our friend,” while taking many measurements before putting saw to wood.
The Parakeet did not take math her senior year of highschool. She already had the four years/credits needed to graduate and did not feel it necessary to get into a “theater” school.
In college, she got the one required semester out of the way with Finite Math – nicknamed Fine Arts math. The dancers, actors, and athletes took the class together. It was painfully easy, but the Parakeet tutored a cute boy named Wesley who just didn’t understand calculating interest. It passed the time.
Math, she thought, was over.
Teachers may have been right on this one, however. Math does come up in life. All the time. The Parakeet has a job. In an office. In the financial industry. Before 8:30 each morning, when the market opens, she must make sure that the money they made theoretically matches the money they made Fo’ Real. This is done mostly by “pressing the button” on a computer program, but when it generates errors – those are hers to solve.
And after a three-day weekend, this morning is brutal. She put in the correct off-setting trades to fix the position, but the money – OH, the money it does not match. AND THE NUMBERS ARE NOT HELPING. MATH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER FRIEND.
She is taking a break. Surely while not thinking about above mathematical dillemas, the solution will pop into her subconcious.


Friday, February 23, 2007

Chai – Oops!
Category: Life


A week ago, today, the Parakeet met a friend for coffee after work. They both work in the loop so this happens fairly frequently. She is awesome. The Friend. Anyway, the bird decided to forego her usual small black coffee blandness and ordered a Soy Chai Latte. Yumsies 2000.
Neither the ‘Keet or her friend had much time, and after briefly chatting and catching up, they parted ways. The Parakeet ran to the metra as it is a much more pleasant ride home. By the time she sat in her seat, the remainder of the latte was getting less than warm. She tilted her head back to drink the rest in one gulp. Apparently, she also grabbed the hand holder/warmer thing much too hard. The lid popped off the cup and Chai Yum a licious ran into the purse, down her chin and ALL OVER her jacket. The Parakeet held her hands up in a “search me” motion and looked at the woman sitting next to her. The woman looked somewhat amused or disgusted and said, “I don’t have anything to give you”.
The Parakeet lauged out loud, glanced around and said “It’s okay. I’ll be getting off the train soon.” She removed her creme-colored winter knit hat and mopped up the chai gooey-ness from her jacket and stuffed in in her purse. She proceeded to set her empty cup on the floor and read her book for the thirteen minute ride. It was only slightly wet and there was nothing she could do about it. Proud that this had not sent her over the proverbial edge, she giggled to herself most of the ride. Sticky. Disgusting.
Soon, she’ll wash that hat and jacket. Soon.


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Category: Life


The Parakeet is feeling guilty and critical and suspcious and ….
well, hopefully this is all related to the time of the month. That shouldn’t be said by anyone but a woman, by the way. And even women should be careful when they say it….like not to the whole world on the internet, thereby negating the feelings and emotions of an entire gender.
good news: she’s going to a focus group this week ..a sweet $100 for talking about gum and candy.


Wednesday, February 28, 2007

ahdonelhgoneld oahdklnel; a

wowzees. to most people in the parakeet’s life this could mean nothing: BUT our futures fell 59.00 yesterday.  and now she’s on the floor today. crazy busy loud times.


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