MySpace Blogs September 2006

Friday, September 01, 2006

sharing some yums
Category: Food and Restaurants

 

OK,

This recipe came from the Parakeet’s brother and his wife. It is quickly becoming a Russell favorite and it would be great for the singletons out there as well.

Enjoy!

Preheat the oven to 350.
Spread out a piece of tinfoil.
Lay down one Chicken Breast
Chop up some garlic. Throw it on the chicken.
Pour some salsa on the chicken.
Pour some black beans (rinsed and drained) on top of that.
Wrap it all up tight.
Bake for just under an hour.

The Parakeet and the Huz use one can of beans for their two pieces of chicken. You just do what you want.

P.S. This tastes good AND it’s healthy.

 

Saturday, September 02, 2006

seriously
Category: Life

 

The Parakeet heard this on her home answering machine yesterday:

Hello. Sala. Sala Hussell, this is Connie Chung. So carr me back. My sten-shun 3507.

 

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

overheard
Category: Life

 

The Parakeet walked past a man on a pay phone at the Century Mall yesterday. This is what she heard him say,

“Julie. Julie! You got to come over to my house and give me some money. $5, $10, $20. I don’t care. I got no money. Julie! You got to give me some money. Julie!”

Then her elevator came and she left him there…..

 

Thursday, September 07, 2006

here we gooo…….
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

Well, both of the Russells have extremely trying weeks ahead. The Parakeet goes into Tech on an amazing show where she gets to play an amazing role. All the amazing-ness could mean a testy few days, however. Her tech happens to coincide with expiration (a funny little thing that happens once a month in the stock market.). Expiration is the tech of traders. It’s busy, long, and no one is allowed to take a day off. So much for that cushy day job.

The Huz has about three jobs to complete at once today. If only he had a few more hours and another body, then he could be in the shop and on site at the same time! On Monday he flies back to Arizona to finish up a job from a busy period a couple weeks ago.

NO rest for the weary.

All that said, they are leaning on each other and hoping there will be some sweet celebration coming up.

AND the good thing is they both really do LOVE what they do. So when you’re busy doing what you Love, there’s no complaining really. Just deep breaths and one day at a time.

However, it’s not clear who will ever get the garbage taken out or the laundry done…hmmmmmm. Where is that maid?

 

Friday, September 08, 2006

Believe it.
Category: Food and Restaurants

 

The Parakeet has been upping her cardio and changing some eating habits (spreading that food out through the day, smaller, more frequent meal, less carbs, etc.) to try and lose ‘those last few pounds’. Well, her metabolism is moving quite quickly. She gets hungry fast. This morning, she did not remember her Zone bar for the 9-10ish hour at work. By ten, her stomach was going to eat itself; the 6:30 breakfast was not hanging on.  And Ladies and Gentlemen, the Parakeet got a Qdoba chicken burrito at 10:15 in the morning! Leaving most of the tortilla aside, she ate the whole thing.

Disgusting but Tasty.

 

Monday, September 11, 2006

ahhh, Monday
Category: Life

 

Monday’s should not start with:

-The Huz leaving for Arizona before the sun rises
-Walking a dog who will not  poo
-microwaved coffee
-an el train that is “smoking” and when said “smoking” is resolved remains blacked-out and stinking of burning rubber

Monday’s should start with:

-no problems in the trading position
-a cold diet dr. pepper
-a yummy brocolli fritata

Every-things gonna be all right. Who else can claim a turn-around before 9AM?

 

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

describing………..
Category: Life

 

words that might describe the Parakeet on a certain September Tuesday morning:

confused
awake
behind
smirking
distracted
focused
thoughtful
yearning
hopeful
and always……………..short.

 

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

coffee or claritin?
Category: Life

 

who knows what did it, but the Parakeet is a giggling mess. She is laughing out loud in her little office, alone, remembering things that her siblings did as children………..

 

Sunday, September 17, 2006

observing
Category: Automotive

 

On Thursday, the cutest 7 or 8 year-old girl walked up onto the el platform. She had braids hanging down her back and pink tennis shoes. She looked around and immediately said, “Man, someone smells like baked beans.”

The Parakeet almost lost it. Hilarious.

 

Thursday, September 21, 2006

woopsy-daisy
Category: Pets and Animals

 

There is an accident waiting to happen in Logan Square.
A boy, maybe eleven years old, though it’s hard to tell these days walks his beautiful Collie dog named Max while roller-blading.  It’s a sight to see. They speed down the sidewalks, often with the boy covered in a blue helmet and glasses screaming, “Max! Max! Slow down,” for the majority of a block.
Now Percy, he doesn’t do so well meeting dogs on the street. He’s a people-kind of dog and he’s been spoiled. The Parakeet was not around for his training, but she probably wouldn’t have known you needed to socialize a pup either. The little Jack-Russell has a severe Napolean complex, often barking and nipping at dogs ten times his size. Only once has Percy laid down in submission. This was when a  Great Dane rounded the corner in front of the Russell home.  The Huz was amazed, but often remarks out loud that maybe Percy just needs to be bitten once and he’ll learn his place. Who knows?
When the Collie was riding up behind the Huz and Parakeet last night, all they heard was the squealing of rollerblades. The Kid trying to stop short; the Russells trying to walk faster to get Percy far away from another canine.  It took them a while to get the kid to understand that Percy just doesn’t play well with other pups. Max didn’t understand either as he kept laying down and sniffing towards Percy who would only growl.  Subtle as a bulldozer, the Parakeet finally said, “Have a good day. He doesn’t get along with other dogs.”  The kid seemed uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave, the dog just doesn’t listen to him. The Huz walked across the street.
Before the ten-minute walk was over, they ran into the poor child again squealing behind them, yanking on the Collie.  Luckily, Percy is so small and his bark is much worse than his bite. That Collie and that boy though are eventually going to meet a bigger, meaner dog or a car that doesn’t stop at a STOP sign. It’s not going to be pretty.

 

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looking for suggestions?
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

Hi All,

The Parakeet has an audition next week where it would be nice if she did some original material; maybe told a story. She’s thinking of pulling from the old blog. Did any particular entry tickle your funnybone? It would be a nice place to start. Comment or send her a message.

Thanks for you help.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

fyi
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

for that audition the Parakeet wrote a little something about her brief time as a cheerleader and a certain embarassing incident her mother still can’t recall without laughing until she cries………

 

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ugh.
Category: Life

 

What with the asthma and the allergies, The Parakeet sounds/looks like a sick bird. After taking her inhaler three times a day for the past week, she made a Dr.’s appt. She’s had asthma long enough to know you’re not supposed to use the ’emergency’ inhaler three times a day. And you’re not supposed to get winded walking up an escalator. Plus, she’s starting to get that not-quite-sick sexy voice which is fine for being sexy but terrible for singing.

Here’s to sitting in a crowded office and filling out forms with personal information!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Cheer: or one of the more embarassing moments of my life
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

 

An Excerpt: (the good part)

Standing with arms crossed over head.

 

There was a technical problem. The music wouldn’t begin. Sara had to pee. Who knows why it had to happen then? But the urge was strong and it wasn’t leaving. The Cheerleaders were good little soldiers and they waited patiently in formation, frozen. The music would start eventually.  Sara whispered loudly so the whole squad could hear, “I have to pee.”

“Hold it” Pepper whispered back.

“I really have to pee.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” 

Sara thought and said “Cross your legs. Ready. Okay?”

 

Assuming position

 

And the whole squad held frozen in position, their arms above their head, their legs crossed. Nothing if not supportive.  Sara began to wiggle. 

From the stands, her mom knew the problem and was all ready beginning to laugh.

“Kneel on one knee.  Ready.  Okay?”

 

Assuming position

 

From this position, Sara decided it was hopeless. There was no way she’d be able to finish the dance and the stunting if she had to go this bad.  She relieved herself through her bloomers and on to the fifty-yard line. Mortified, she simply wiped her leg along the grass.

And as if the planets were now aligned, the music began:

 

“5……4……….3………..2……..Jump Everybody, Jump Everybody, Jump!” And the girls danced and jiggled.  They lifted Sara into an extension. She tried not to cry.

 

As they left the field in a straight line, Kristina told her to calm down that everything was fine.

Sara just snapped, “Oh shut up, you’d act like a bitch if you pissed your pants on a football field, too.”

Her mother arrived to listen to that gem, but couldn’t stop giggling. She drove Sara home immediately, laughing, secretly proud that her daughter wasn’t “just one of those cheerleaders”. 

 

 

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