Monday, November 27, 2006

Additional Stuff

Adrian fixed my car as a birthday gift. He doesn't get a pass because of it although it cost a lot of money. I'm still pissed! Ever been too angry to even discuss? That's where I am right now.

I go to Dallas Texas for my company's holiday party 12/14 - 12/17. Any of you guys in Dallas? Drink? You see where I'm going...

Football was great this holiday weekend. The college rivalries were fun, but the pro games were HOT! My Giants lost - I'm a little sad, but the Philly loss made up for that (still laughing). I did pretty well at my picks this week. The Falcons got "beat the &%$* up" (paraphrase the movie Friday). Goooooo Saints!

The movie Eragon is coming. I WILL be there on 12/15 in the mall near my hotel (the 4 Seasons in Las Colinas- yes I'm bragging - I can't afford it) to see the movie. I know, I could be doing Dallasy stuff, but I must see this film.

I smoked a ciggie - I was in the middle of the argument and picked up Adrian's ciggie reflexively. I wish I could say that it was nasty, but it tasted soooooo good. Today would make 3 months since I first quit and I blew it last night. Oh well.

I love some of you very muchly too!

Sad Stuff

This post was inspired by the wonderful Luke at I'm in a pissy mood due to relationship shit so a sad post is right down my alley.

Here are my "tearjerkers" in different catagories:


Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce - His death makes this song so much more poignant to me.

Mercy, Mercy Me - Marvin Gaye.

Miss Saigon, The Cast Album- almost every song on the album brings me to tears. Now that I've Seen Her - I Still Believe - There are so many - these songs are heartbreaking - I can't listen to the album without crying.

Renee - Lost Boyz - It's like a punch in the stomach for me.

Janie's Got a Gun - Aerosmith - Another punch in the stomach. They made us face the realities of "Middle America."

Stan - Eminem - heartbreaking. Genius.


Death Be Not Proud - John Gunther - I read this in high school and I still grieve for his son.

Angela's Ashes - Frank McCourt - the descriptions of life for his family broke my heart. I cried for Frank as a little boy.

The Color Purple - Alice Walker - I had to stop and start and stop and start - I cried repeatedly.

The Joy Luck Club - Amy Tan (also The Kitchen God's Wife, The Hundred Secret Senses) - she's a great writer who has pulled me into the Chinese culture.

Feast of All Saints - Anne Rice - early college days - it really moved me.

A Seperate Peace - John Knowles - this was back in high school and I cried for a long, long time.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Rant Stuff

My car, Guy needs a rest, so I've been taking the bus and train to work. The ride isn't bad - well most of the time the ride isn't bad.

I just don't understand some people here in Atlanta. There might be many seats available and lots of room towards the back of the bus but certain people INSIST on standing in the front. One guy talks to the driver so his place is pretty much assured. (It's almost like folks are fighting for pole position for the race -The race from the bus to the train at the last stop) The others crowd around the first guy so that people getting on at later stops really have to squeeze past them to get on the bus. This of course adds to the commute time and the annoyance factor.

The cell phone on the bus people get on my nerves too. I don't really need to hear the lastest "crunk" ringtone at 6:18 when I feel I should be sleeping. I don't really need to know what everyone wore to the party last night or who "Nay-Nay" went home with. I wouldn't need to know in the late afternoon, but in the early AM I really don't need to know about your life.

The "tell us all, why dontcha" people irk me too. The sun has not yet risen and most of us are content to sit quietly - reading or gathering our thoughts during the ride to the train. Then YOU get on the bus and seem compelled to share your most mundane achievements with all of us - you just need someone to be your outlet. We watch you scanning our faces as you walk the center aisle - looking for a victim - we who know better refuse to catch your eye or smile - the innocent newbies might say "hello" which is the only opening you need. You launch into a long discussion of the reasons you're on the bus in the first place, what time you left your home, the temperature outside, the forecast for tonight, and what you might cook depending on the price of chicken breasts at Publix. (It's fun to watch the newbie's face change from friendliness to forced after a few blocks of non-stop lip action)

Other quieter speakers can't be heard over her "outside" voice and any competition for our attention is quickly vanquished. We are all forced to hear her opinion of the latest films, music, style of dress, young people, the bitches on her job who are out to get her, her ex-husband and his new wife and whatever was on televison last night. She explains that she's not from Atlanta originally and how the transit system in her hometown is so much better than this. She doesn't care that the person she used to get started has something to say. She has the floor and filibuster (although we have no vote here) it shall be. I call her "sister soliloquy" and I'm sure other riders have their own pet names for her. It's gotten to the point that some mornings there's a audible sigh of relief if she misses her regular bus and an involuntary groan if we see her in line. One older lady phrased is well, "Oh Lawd, here she comes."

The 2 seater people are another annoyance. Why must people ask you to move your belongings to allow them to sit down? Is it possible that you feel your purse needs its own seat? Were you raised by impolite wolves? I see one lady do this every single day. Someone must ask her to move her bag. EVERY SINGLE DAY. How did she NOT learn the day before?

Tomorrow - the wonderful train ride.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Time Off Stuff

Thanks to everyone who came looking for me, asked about me and waited for me. You guys are great.

I have no excuse to give you for not responding to your notes - I'm just full 'o shit sometimes. Please forgive me.

I can't even promise that I won't disappear again - I'll try to give warning next time.

I started a blog for the job and it's turned out well.

I'm going to spend the day - probably the next few days reading all of my "regulars'" pages. I miss you guys!