MySpace Blogs – September 2007

Thursday, September 06, 2007

sage advice
Category: Religion and Philosophy


Once a month, the Huz and the Parakeet, along with some other coupled friends serve the Homeless dinner in Lakeview. To be fair, they have done this three times now, but they are committed to once a month.

Tuesday night was the most recent of these dinners. One of the best parts of the night is sitting down and talking to the diners. The people, mostly men, mostly older, are very appreciative and happy to chat for a bit.

On Tuesday, the Parakeet received some interesting advice from an older gentleman with a very large nose and a black ski hat, “Now don’t go into the swamp at night,” he said, “There are alligators and other animals, not to mention the quicksand, if you go,” he continued while shaking his finger, “make sure to get a guide, it’s the only way. It’s very dangerous.”

He didn’t let her go until she promised not to visit the swamp at night. Words to live by, people. Words. To. Live. By.


Sunday, September 09, 2007

Silly Train
Category: Romance and Relationships


Friday night, the Parakeet and the Huz had dinner with some friends they haven’t seen in a while. It was real fun. Then, they came back to the Russell house for some more talking and drinking. When everyone got tired, the other couple left. Then, the Parakeet’s rasberry vodka and Diet Dr Pepper kicked in. She jumped in front of the Huz, literally looking for some attention. He laughed and then said, “woah, let’s slow down the silly train.”  For the next fifteen minutes, inside, and then outside across the picnic table the Parakeet performed some dances that were to illustrate the Silly Train. The Huz did his best not to laugh, but finally cracked a smile as she was the caboose over the table.

Seriously – this silly train was some funny stuff.


Monday, September 10, 2007

Category: Life


So…the Huz and the Parakeet both have allergies. They feel LOTS better when they take the CVS version of Claratin-D. The Huz, in particular, takes this more days than he doesn’t. The Parakeet is very seasonal and takes lots more in Fall and Spring. Until she gets tired of having to drink 70,000 glasses of water a day and taking naps from 3PM to 3:30PM. Peculiar and very consistent side effects.

Today – they were out. The Huz was sniffling and whiny. By 3PM, the Parakeet was drippy and her eyes were watery. She went to CVS. They scanned her license (thank you, meth makers). And the woman looked at her with real concern, “I’m sorry. I can’t sell these to you. You’ve reached your limit.”

“my what?….okay.”

The Parakeet put her debit card back in her wallet, turned and left the store. Well, that was weird. And strangely………..embarassing.

She texted the Huz: [You’ve got to get the stuff. I’ve reached my limit]. Just to sound less suspicious if there’s ever a drug investigation.


Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Monday, October 01, 2007



Well, the nearly year-long battle with the old landlord will end today. You will be updated.


Monday, October 01, 2007



Well, the nearly year-long battle with the old landlord will end today. You will be updated.


Friday, September 14, 2007

Category: Romance and Relationships


very typical russell key type work debacle – parakeet overplans- this morning but moving forward – they should be off to WI in the next few minutes – traffic awaits and beyond the highways of suburbia – wilderness. oh yeah and some cute shops and harbors. yeah – weekend away before tech week…..

that’s right, has it not been mentioned, the parakeet is moving to the apollo next week. the apollo theater, that is, with the rest of the flock. check it out: sparrow



Wednesday, September 19, 2007

what is even happening?
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


now there’s a commercial

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just walking
Category: Romance and Relationships


The Parakeet made it pretty clear that she wanted to visit Penninsula State Park while she was in Door County. She asked the Huz what he wanted to do. He asked her what she wanted to do. And she would answer, more than once, let’s do whatever you want – I just want to have time for the state park – a little hike.

So they poked around antique shops and salvage shops a good part of the day on Saturday and drove through the different harbor towns. It was a pretty, cool, autumnal day and it was nice.
On Sunday, they got up and went out to breakfast. The Huz was already developing a case of the cranks just knowing they had to drive back. Oh, Brother, enjoy the moment already!.
So, when they pulled into the state park (after stuffing themselves with a cinnamon roll and eggs and bacon and who knows what else), and the sign said it would $5 for the hour or $10 for the day, the Huz said, “Is there something else you want to do? I’m tired of spending money.”
The Parakeet paused and collected herself, “Something else outside. I want to be outside.”
He responded with ‘fine’ or something like that. She paid for their sticker. They drove around to a trail entrance and started the hike in silence. This is a war that often wages within the Parakeet – Should she enjoy  the fact they are doing what she wants and just not speak to each other? Should she make a big deal about how it isn’t fun if he’s not having fun? Or should she just say ‘we’re leaving! you ruined this for me!’
She opted for something close to option A, knowing that given some time in Nature, without people around, the Huz would calm down and eventually have a good time. And a hike shouldn’t really be filled with conversation anyway. They kept walking. Occasionally they passed others, two by two or on bikes, generally much older than the Keet and Huz. Mostly they listened to the chipmunks scurrying from their own crunching feet. Once they stopped and felt a tree because they could hear the woodpecker inside but not see him.  She wasn’t giving him the silent treatment. But she was.
About twenty-five minutes into their walk, the Huz reached over and took the Parakeet’s hand. She didn’t say anything and they walked the last twenty minutes like that – fingers entwined. That gesture carried so much meaning, “I’m not mad at you. I’m just anxious about leaving. I’m cranky. I’m sorry. You’re still who I want to be with right now.”
It’s a good thing she was listening and caught all of that in his grip, because lots of days she’s not. Her shoulders dropped. She relaxed. He relaxed. They listened to The Wreckers when they got back to the car and gazed at the coastline, the lake like an ocean throwing its waves at the trees.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


Today is the first doozie. The Parakeet is eating her kashi and blueberries in front of the computer at 5:45. She will start work at 7:20, then leave at 10:30 to make her 11AM call at the theater. They will work for a while, eat dinner, and then have a dress rehearsal. She will be released at 11. So…really, it’s a doozie. But she can do it. She can do it for a week. It’s gonna be great!


Monday, October 01, 2007



Well, the nearly year-long battle with the old landlord will end today. You will be updated.


Tuesday, October 02, 2007


Well, the Keet and Huz lost. The judge fined for the old Landlord. Now they owe more money. They drank some beer yesterday and watched some tv. It doesn’t feel like ‘justice’, but they are looking ahead. No use thinking about what they could have done differently. They were dealing with a stubborn liar. Take pictures of your apartments when you move in. Have the Landlord come by the day you move out. Lessons these two have learned the hard way.



little blessing
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers


Sometimes the Parakeet goes into a room with strangers similar to her in age, gender, and income. Then she gives her opinion on something like….gum or quaker crisp chips or …blistex.
Seriously. Sometimes she sits on the focus groups, because when they are done she gets an envelope with cash inside. And the cash is money she wouldn’t have had if she didn’t sit around a table and give her opinion. Which, incidentally, the Parakeet really doesn’t have a problem doing most days anyway – cash or not.
Yesterday, she dutifully signed in ten minutes early for one of these ‘meetings’. She was expecting to talk about buying things online, specifically making hotel reservations. She read People (she’s pretty sad about this whole Owen Wilson situation) and Time (interesting two-month old article on addiction). Then, a women came into the room and called some names. None of those names were “the Parakeet”. Once all those people left, only the Parakeet and nice-looking, beginning to gray man were left. She said, “Thank you guys for showing up. We always over recruit just to make sure we have enough people. We’re going to give you your incentive and you can be on your way.”

Nice. Guess they didn’t need her opinion anyway.


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Category: Travel and Places


Well, as hard as the Parakeet’s little office job is – seriously stressful somedays and full of email others —–it’s all good when the boss gives you the Door County condo for the weekend. The huz and keet take off tomorrow for a chilly weekend in northern wisconsin with wineries, cherries and no traffic.

yee-haw! CAN NOT WAIT.




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