My Space Blogs – Jan 2007

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

 

Would you believe?
Category: Automotive

 

The “Check Engine” light came on Saturday.
The Huz announced over breakfast that he thinks he has an ulcer. Guess they’re calling the devil of a repair place-
again.

 

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

A few Questions
Category: Life

 

For Discussion:

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

just desserts
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

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
Category: Automotive

 

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.
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

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

casualty list
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

From last night’s dress rehearsal:

– whacked herself in the knee with a chair
-clawed in the face
-elbowed in the face
-face smashed on desk. desk fell over. parakeet on floor.
-and maybe the worst, she wore home the stupid show underwear.

ugh. everyone is so tired, but trying so hard that they hit each other. all. night. long. the parakeet was not alone in injuries. hardly.
tonight they go again.

woop-woop

 

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surprise-ish

 

The Parakeet moved her alarm to the floor this week because the Huz is out of town and isn’t here to push her out of bed. She is also in tech. So she comes home about midnight. Anywho, all week she was doing good, but THIS morning she turned it off on the floor and woke up an hour later. Ah, when will she ever GROW UP?

Friday, January 12, 2007

Friday, January 12, 2007

Note from the Parakeet, herself
Category: Blogging

 

Hey all,

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.

Exciting?

Great.

-The Parakeet

 

Saturday, January 13, 2007

it’s the day of the show ya’ll
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

she feels nervous and not sure if it’s the good kind. of nervous, that is. oh dear.

 

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

the little things
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

The play opened on Saturday. On Sunday, she did her laundry. On Monday, she watched a movie. On Tuesday, she made it to the gym and the grocery store. On Wednesday, she might call her family, you know, just to talk.

It feels like vacation.

Now let’s run this mutha…..

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

question
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

Should the Keet start signing her e-mails EBaby herself?
for example:

Love,
EBaby, herself.

just wondering.

or maybe just the voicemail:
“You’ve reached EBaby from the hit musical Electronic Baby. Leave a message.”

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?
Category: Life

 

Well, the Parakeet has gotten big news from friends near and far this week:

– A friend in New England: Engaged!
– Friends in New Jersey: Pregnant with Child #2
– “Save the Date” for friends right here in Chi-town
-A friend in Chi-town lost his job for really insensitive reasons; be careful how you take time off when a loved one dies
-A friend is applying to graduate schools
-A friend in Seattle has an imminent marriage proposal. Now, she’s embarassed. And possibly mad at me.

Wow. What a week. How old are we? or does the New Year just ask for major life changes.
The Parakeet is hoping to get some art on her walls. Huge, people, huge.

 

Monday, January 22, 2007

lucy moment 1,208
Category: Life

 

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.

HA.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

sometimes……..
Category: Life

 

Sometimes the Parakeet is sad. We all are sometimes, right? It might be the weather or her genes or even her jeans. But it happens. She gets sensitive, defensive, weepy. In extreme times: withdrawn. Which is real strange for a Parakeet. The Bird that needs friends.
On Saturday night, she cried in front of her peers, her fellow actors, her friends. And while it was terribly embarassing and she felt guilt the following day for appearing so weak, she was comfortable near them and with them. Who else can say they have a group of people that they can stand with in a circle and cry? Do we have a place where no one would pressure us to explain our tears or the emotions that brought them to surface only offer a hug or a meaningful look?  The Parakeet is blessed to have more than one of those groups in her life. Until Saturday, she wasn’t entirely sure this was one of them. While it didn’t feel good to erupt that way over the weekend, she was glad to know that the world was not rocked for her behavior. That she was truly accepted.

 

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

in the news
Category: Pets and Animals

hmmmmm……

 

Friday, January 26, 2007

cinema
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

 

When the Parakeet was in tech for The Sparrow, she kept longing to sit on the couch and watch movies. It was truly a desire. Strange and overwhelming. So far she is making good on that wish. And still, particularly on Mondays doesn’t like leaving the house.

So far:

Good Night and Good Luck
Friends with Money
10 Things I Hate About You
Pirates of the Carribean 2

the Illusionist is watiting for her at home in its red envelope and is definitely next on the list. Admittedly, Tivo and Cable are getting in the way, but there will be more of this time.

 

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

home-sies
Category: Life

 

The Parakeet has caught a terrible cold. Her co-workers have been sick. Her castmates have been sick, and probably, most likely her husband fought a nasty cold for more than two weeks. Saturday morning it came on with a vengeance.  She has been medicating and trying to sleep, but it was a busy weekend. Sunday night felt horrific. She braved work yesterday but today called in sick.

So far she has watched the following on television.
Trading Spaces
two episodes of What Not to Wear
Stuck on You
Brothers & Sisters

Pausing television is brilliant. She also folded some laundry, ate some refried beans, and made a dentist appointment.

It occured to her that over the last year, she and the Huz have aquired cable television, a dishwasher, and a leather couch.
It’s like they are rich.
What a comfy way to be sick.

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