Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Would you believe?
The “Check Engine” light came on Saturday.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
A few Questions
1. Is Honesty the best policy?
2. Are opinions honest or true? Would assigning that value make them fact?
3. Is witholding information lying? Is putting on a ‘happy face’ not being honest?
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The Parakeet is playing a cheerleader (among other things) in her upcoming show. Remember the cheerleader story? She even found an old trading card from those days complete with stats on the back: height, weight….too too funny. Ahh, Pop Warner, the memories………
So, as the cast is just eight days from opening, and the bird is wondering whether if she will ever remember all these dances, it’s somewhat comforting in a real nostalgic-chuckle kind of way to think that maybe fifteen years ago she could do these things with ease. Maybe the key is to stop screaming and shaking it after you reach 4’9″. Maybe? Or maybe it’s just hard to look cute (not to mention coordinated) in a pleated skirt at twenty-seven. ugh. twenty-seven.
Friday, January 05, 2007
too close for comfort
The Parakeet took a cab to an el nearer downtown and then rode into work this morning. There is an art to running late. Driving yourself involves time wasted parking and then walking to the building. A cab all the way into the loop involves nasty traffic. Just riding the el is excrutiating because you can’t hurry it up yourself.
This morning, the Parakeet took a cab to Fullerton el stop, then the el to work. It made her only 20 minutes late and considering she woke up 30 minutes after she usually leaves the house: it was pretty amazing. Catching that particular ride on the el, though, from a stop so close to downtown was unpleasant. The train was so crowded she was up against a man near the door. He continued to try and read his paper even though everyone was crowded in like sardines.
The Parakeet reached through two bodies to hold on to the divider wall before the seats begin. The man who just had to read his paper was wedged against the door, maybe the most annoying place for anyone to be on the el. Ever. As the el made it’s way around the bends to Sedgwick and Armitage, the Parakeet was thrown in different directions but mostly back on to paper-reading man. He would snort and move his paper over her head or look down at her with what? disgust?
“Excuse me for being knocked around like everyone else. We’re all just trying to get to work here, buddy. And I even, happen, to be late”
Actually she just gave him a smirk. A look saying, “Isn’t this funny? All of us squashed -trying to go make some money- trying to make it through the week after a holiday” He did not return her friendliness and folded up his paper in a quite dramatic way to stick it under his arm.
Well, guess what. You will have to wait five minutes to find out if Britney collapsed in an LA Night Club or if Brooke and Katie have become friends. Because the bird knows you. You read the Red Eye and you are in a fleece and khakis. You probably trade real near the men she works for and…you, you sir, who scoff at the little girl getting rocked by the el, can WAIT FIVE MINUTES. This morning –it is not about you.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Ahhh and wooo.
Well, the Parakeet had a first today. Her first audition of a certain nature, shall we say. It was stressful and exhilirating. Probably how an audition should be. Both of those things. She is looking at the positives. She is making progress, even if it is in baby steps. Afterward, she felt great. Then she thought longer and decided it didn’t go well. An annoying habit after an audition. Mostly though, it was exciting just to be invited. Seriously. Not one of those things you’re just supposed to say. Seriously.
Anywho, now it’s back to focusing on the show that opens Saturday. What? yes, that’s right. Saturday. Let’s hope the balls don’t go flying and her skirt stays on.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Note from the Parakeet, herself
I think I’m going private with the profile. There are lots of reasons. So, if you read this blog and we’re not friends, and you still want to read it, just send me a little message telling me who you are, when I’m convinced you’re not a stalker or something else gross, I’ll add you as a friend and you can still read the blog.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Should the Keet start signing her e-mails EBaby herself?
or maybe just the voicemail:
You can’t say she doesn’t have a sense of humor. Well, you could. But you’d be wrong.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
time keeps on tickin, tickin …or what’s with all the bombs?
Well, the Parakeet has gotten big news from friends near and far this week:
– A friend in New England: Engaged!
Wow. What a week. How old are we? or does the New Year just ask for major life changes.
Monday, January 22, 2007
lucy moment 1,208
Well, you were supposed to get the long, funny version. But the short of it is, the Parakeet put laundry detergent in the dishwasher today. Crisis averted. But she had to ladle it all back out with a teaspoon.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007